#and hijacking the weather

[theparadoxmachine]

There weren't already enough feral old men in this show, they had to add Bronson "SCARING THE LITTLE GIRL?!!!!/NOW WE ARE SO HAPPY WE DO THE DANCE OF JOY!" Pinchot into the mix. I have no idea what energy that man is bringing to OFMD but I am not ready and in all likelihood neither are any of you

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd season 2 #bronson pinchot #is a madman #in a good way #but still a madman #i can only imagine what that set must have been like #he is an agent of chaos #he has this habit of going onto news broadcasts #not like early morning talkshows but like the News #and hijacking the weather #and they just keep letting him #i say all this out of love #big fan but dude can be unhinged when he wants

[bignostalgias]

Thank you @santathegrey and @vindikaetion for the reqs!! 💙❄️ Jack and Toothless would make such and adorable duo 🥹 their shenanigans would be the cause of SO MANY of Hiccup’s headaches lmao

The last sketch is based off of turkeyvultureinavest’s fic Snow Crested Shrines, which if you haven’t read it yet I highly recommend doing so, it’s excellent. Toothless play fighting with Jack because he knows the spirit is stronger than a regular person and stalking him like a housecat with a feather toy is too much for my heart they’re so cute 😭

#manifesting brisk chilly autumn weather 🫡 you know what I’d love right about now. a devastating winter #mine #hijack #frostcup #httyd #rotbtd #rotg #jackycup #jaccup #hiccup httyd #jack frost #rtte #toothless #fic: scs

[deathblade-oc-kingdom]

Laughing because starting the apocalypse to keep his sibling safe is such a Dusk thing to do.

#no #i'm not kidding #my ocs #oc dusk #oc dawn #yeahhhh #dusk hijacked dawn's body then turned into a sphere of ice in the sky #and started an apocalypse by affecting weather and climate across the world #i mean #it did do what he intended #a) keep dawn safe #b) kill winter #c) allow him to ascend sort of??? #dude genuinely did that then fucked off for a while to join life and death with running the universe #fucking dusk #he's such a little freak and i love him for that #nobody is doing it the way he is doing it #dusk you little weirdo why did you start the apocalypse #i know why #but also #you right shit do you understand how detrimental that was to the world #of course you did you're besties with life and death #they're your cool gay aunt and uncle

[trupowieszcz-moved]

fun facts about (polish) vampire folklore because i'm too autism

(disclaimer: my source for all of this is the book "Upiór. Historia naturalna" by Łukasz Kozak i'm not pulling this out of my ass)

The word "vampire" came from a mistranscribed Serbian word, written down by Austrian officials informing about a panic among the locals, who claimed that during a plague their dead were rising and biting them and spreading the plague further

In Poland, the words used to describe what later transformed into a "vampire" in literature were: upiór (and variations thereof - the word came from Ukrainian, and the Ukrainians got it from Turkish "ubyr"), strzyga (f)/strzygoń (m) and wieszczy (m)/wieszczyca (f). "Upiór" was used in the southeast, "strzyga" around the central regions, "strzygoń" (as well as strzyga) specifically in Lesser Poland (Małopolska) and "wieszczy" in Greater Poland (Wielkopolska) and in Kashubia. "Wąpierz" was not a word until some writer in the 19th century made it up!

The upiór actually very rarely drank blood. It happened, sure, but a much more bloodthirsty creature was zmora/mara. However, upiory often drank milk, stealing it from cows and horses. Both are life-giving bodily fluids, after all.

The above might make you think about witches, who were often blamed with stealing or spoiling milk, and you wouldn't be far off. You see, you had to be born as an upiór (these ones weren't contagiously biting!), and while you were alive, it would give you various magical powers, like clairvoyance and detecting the dead upiory, and so the upiór was practically a synonym of a sorcerer or witch. Of course, the sources vary, but depending on who you asked, they could control weather bringing heavy rains or droughts, see the future, know literally everything and so on. Those so-called "living vampires" knew who they were since birth and were often helpful, until they died.

After an upiór died, that's when the bad things happened. They disappeared from their graves, destroyed churches, broke candles, brought plague upon the people, scared their neighbors, and if one puffed in your face, you would soon die. They were said to be able to walk around with their decapitated head, so anti-vampiric burials often had to be very thorough and decapitation wasn't enough.

The signs that were supposedly telling of a living vampire were, among others: being born with teeth, being born in a caul, not having armpit or pubic hair BUT having a hairy chest, not having undergone confirmation (i'll come back to that in a moment), having a very red face and easily and often blushing (not being pale!), or being born with a deformed foot.

Not having participated in the confirmation sacrament was especially damning, because it was believed that upiory had two souls (and two hearts). When they were baptized, only one soul was being saved, and the confirmation sacrament was supposed to protect the second soul. This, of course, was extremely against the catechism, so the first "official", church-related sources recording those beliefs had to invent another "backstory" for upiory, and they claim that an upiór is a dead person specifically, who was given to the devil at birth, the baptism saving their soul, but their body still belonging to the dark forces, which was why they rose from their graves - the devil basically hijacked their corpses.

I won't make this post much longer but I will GLADLY answer any questions because this is my special interest and I just came back from an exhibition where the author of the aforementioned book talked about all of that so. me right now ⬇️ (readmore so you dont get continuously blased with the gif under it)

#vampires #history #folklore #poland

[multiversal-pudding]

Concept:

Underneath the professional looking pilot clothes and the sleek arms and legs, parts of the DDs that were kept during their “upgrades” like their torsos still show the marks of their horrific transformations

Their abdomens have visibly been cut apart and stitched back together by staples that have since melted into and fused with their shells, if you look close enough there’s a slight color difference on the material that was jammed and stapled into their shells to widen them enough to hold the mismatched parts Cyn deemed “useful”, a mishmash of organs and bones and machinery that only mostly fits-

Hell, going with the idea that she treated them like her toys/cute little puppets, I’d imagine they’re not even cut up and put back together well, either- like. you can just tell Cyn was relying on hijacked nanites and eldritch forces to keeping them together, the rest of it’s all staples and nails and types of glue not at all made for the materials- the horrible patchwork of a child playing god

When the weather’s particularly cold or warm, their endoskeletons still ache, the staples and stitches still itch, and poor N’s optics are probably more ducttape than electronics by this point

#Murder Drones #murder drones headcanons #murder drones headcanon #tw body horror

[ironmandeficiency]

modern lotr character headcanons

characters included: aragorn, boromir, gimli, legolas, pippin, merry, frodo, sam, arwen, eomer, eowyn

word count: 745

summary: random thoughts abt lotr characters if they lived in modern times

a/n: this is literally just silly shit, enjoy

boromir listens to old country (conway twitty, george jones, loretta lynn, etc.) and does not tolerate anyone insulting the opry legends

he also listens to divorced dad rock (hinder, nickelback, theory of a dead man, etc.) which gimli will sometimes jam to as well

gimli lovingly maintains an old-as-dirt bench seat ford truck despite there almost constantly being something wrong with it. ignores legolas’s badgering about him getting something more reliable

obviously legolas drives a hybrid and he almost acts as if this fact makes him better than gimli (not in a dickish way, though)

horse girl aragorn.

frodo is the epitome of shy emo boy with the black skinny jeans & death cab for cutie playing in his air pods

merry is the golden retriever in the “golden retriever in love with the black cat” trope 

aragorn and arwen host game nights and various other parties for their friends, but neither of them can cook so they just order delivery (or sam hijacks their kitchen for the hours before)

pippin has a large follower base on social media bc of his drinking songs and other inebriated antics that are usually recorded by whoever happens to be with him that night. usually it’s eowyn & merry, and the three of them will shake some major ass to megan thee stallion

sam goes to open mic nights at local coffee shops to people watch. he will never perform himself, but it’s nice to watch people he knows do their thing

eomer accidentally goes viral on tiktok when eowyn records him doing some dumb shit. never lives it down

the amount of joy gimli gets from going to rage rooms is almost alarming

arwen has a very thorough skin care regimen that she introduces to aragorn, and it becomes a sweet nightly routine for the two of them

eowyn & eomer don’t allow anyone to talk shit about or annoy the other bc that’s their job fuck you very much

frodo has a shitty immune system but sam’s homemade soups seem to always heal from the soul outward

sam is the little spoon favored by the resident neurodivergent

frodo is the resident neurodivergent

yes they’re dating

arwen is always the dd

when it comes to birthdays, don’t ask boromir to remember anyone but faramir’s. hell, he forgets his own birthday sometimes

legolas is the best at remembering the birthdays of his friends but forgets his own

they have to remind each other of their own birthdays when that time of year comes around

merry is always the favorite audience member at a drag show

arwen & eowyn never dress like they’re going to the same place when they hang out

gimli says southern grandpa idioms unironically — “as useless as a screen door on a submarine”, “higher than eagle titties”, “busier than a one-legged man in an ass kicking contest”, you get the idea. merry keeps a running tab of said quotes

boromir is the “we’re not getting a dog” dad. said dog ends up being his best friend & the sole inheritor in his will, fuck them kids

aragorn & gimli have their own moonshine still they think is perfectly hidden from everyone

that does not include merry & pippin, who are booze bloodhounds and immediately knew where to find it but swore to secrecy as long as they got more than everyone else

frodo sips fruity little drinks because he can’t shoot whiskey

sam can drink in the way only a divorced middle-age man can despite not being a divorced middle-aged man

eowyn cannot drive for shit & the several dents on her car prove it. the only reason her insurance hasn’t gone up astronomically is because she just. doesn’t report any of it

said car has a fuck ton of bumper stickers with all sorts of silly things

gimli can’t ride a bike AT ALL but has a motorcycle, make it make sense

he goes on bike rides with eomer when they have the time & the weather is nice

merry & pippin are two halves of a whole idiot at every given moment

eomer LOVES 90s and 00s country music but is kinda picky about newer country (he is a massive fan of cody johnson but will throw you through a wall if you talk about morgan wallen in his presence)

arwen dances in the rain & literally never gets sick from it. merry is insanely jealous of this fact

frodo’s favorite video game is animal crossing: new horizons & has very sound opinions on what villagers are the best (fuck you, rodney)

#lotr imagine #lotr headcanons #lord of the rings imagine #lord of the rings headcanons #aragorn x arwen #frodo x sam #the fellowship of the ring #modern au #tolkienverse #lotr modern au #boromir #gimli #arwen #aragorn #frodo baggings #samwise gamgee #merry brandybuck #pippin took #legolas thranduilion #eomer eadig #eowyn of rohan

[eoieopda]

One where y/n is the airhostess on Mr Park's pvt jet : smut

put your tray tables up, fam, we’re in for a wild ride.

cw: 18+ MINORS DNI — not necessarily public sex but there’s obvi a pilot on board not far away so??; one night (flight?) stand; protected sex; jimin’s hand over reader’s mouth to keep her 🤫 quiet 🤫.

When you took this position, there was a thick training manual dropped in your hands that nearly knocked you off balance. That, combined with the rigorous preparatory courses and certification exam, left you ready to respond to just about anything: emergency landings, injuries requiring first aid, heavy turbulence, hijackings…

Unfortunately, no part of your onboarding prepared you for Park motherfuckin’ Jimin.

Your first conversation had been a brief introduction — to yourself, to the pilot, to the procedures you may need to follow if a wayward goose finds its way into the turbines and sends you hurtling towards death’s lap. Throughout what was normally a thoroughly rehearsed and meticulously delivered speech, Jimin’s half-lidded eyes told you he didn’t give much of a shit about a properly-affixed oxygen mask. The tongue that darted out to wet his lips had made it crystal clear: what Jimin wanted on his face was more likely to suffocate rather than respirate.

And you knew damn well that, despite your risk-avoidant training, this was the one instance in which you’d willingly crash and burn.

You did try your best to stay out of temptation’s way, for whatever that fact was worth. The jet was smaller and significantly less occupied than most flights you worked, so your options were limited from the start. Jimin’s presence loomed large, too, leaving you feeling exposed. More afraid of hovering than being sucked out the emergency door, you’d resolved to tuck yourself away in the back most area for as long as you could stand it.

Of course, you’d make rounds to determine whether there was any purpose for you to serve, but you didn’t expect to be of much use — not burning up the way you did when his eyes lingered on you, not with your weak knees trembling like that.

During your first of these rounds, you’d had your second conversation; you’d offered him a drink. The surplus of alcohol on board meant that you were outnumbered three-to-one by bottles, all of which could buy you out of your apartment lease. Jimin had accepted your offer.

In doing so, he’d nodded, shot you a confused expression that landed halfway between a smirk and genuine surprise, and said, “It’d be rude of me to drink alone, don’t you think?”

If girls like you deserve Dom Pérignon, you had to wonder what else made the list. Mercifully, you didn’t have to ruminate for long.

Your third conversation didn’t come where you expected — oddly prophetic, in hindsight. Instead of waiting for you to make your anticipated rounds through the main cabin area, Jimin sought you where you hid. Burning hot under your company-issued dress, your first instinct was to crack a window. Thankfully, you quickly realized that this course of action was ill-advised.

The exit sign floated overhead while he had you effectively caged off by the door. The angel on your shoulder, it begged you to listen, be professional, keep your damn hands to yourself. But the devil was in front of you in a leather jacket and, shit, the weather in Hell must be lovely this time of year.

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” Jimin began, looking entirely unapologetic, “I had a question for you.” He noted the way your eyebrows raised in acknowledgment, then he continued, “I heard that pilots sleep through long flights — autopilot, you know? — and wondered if that was true.”

Oh, you cheeky bastard.

You bit your lip thoughtfully, then sighed, “Couldn’t say. Classified information, you know? Trade secret.”

When you leaned in to whisper the next bit, you didn’t have far to go — Jimin was close enough for you to see your own reflection in his eyes.

“I can tell you that the last layover wasn’t very restful.”

Jimin tilted his head to the side, eyes flicking down to your lips then back again. “Is that so?” He hummed. Your heart nearly rocketed out of your chest when he tucked a flyaway strand of hair back behind your ear.

“So,” your gaze was handcuffed to his as your hand drifted to his belt buckle, “Be a doll and keep the noise down, yeah?”

Jimin was smirking when the hand near you neck was rescinded. Index finger extended, he held it up to his full lips in understanding. If the look in his eyes didn’t already have you gushing, you would’ve been swept away entirely when he twirled that finger in the air, directing you to turn around.

With your palms flat against wall, you bit down on your lip to stifle the moan he threatened to steal when his warm hands grabbed the hem of your pencil skirt and tugged up, up, up. His right hand grabbed the doughy flesh of one ass cheek; the other disappeared from you. As you heard the metallic clink of a belt buckle opening, he hovered over your spine and his mouth found your ear.

“No panties?” came Jimin’s murmur with a low chuckle, “Feels like fate to me.”

You didn’t have the heart to tell him it felt like running out of clean laundry for you. You didn’t have to lie, though; the telltale crinkle of a condom packet took up the few decibels you would’ve had to spare. The subdued stretch of latex followed as he sheathed himself.

Then, if you listened closely, you could likely hear yourself dripping as he quoted you, “Now, doll, keep the noise down, won’t you?”

Jimin made silence a near impossibility. Cock in hand, he teased his tip over your drenched folds, flicking upwards to abuse your clit in the process — and you wanted to whine, to beg, to groan like a woman starved. You had half a mind to growl and demand that he stop toying with you; and you opened your mouth to do so.

He slid into you just in time to convert your plea to a strangled gasp.

He was deliberate with his unimaginably deep thrusts, grinding slowly into your heat to avoid the sick squelch of your cunt overtaking the dead air. You whimpered every time his cock ruttted over your g-spot — so much so that Jimin had to pull your back to his chest and place his hand over your mouth.

Holy shit holy shit holy shit —

When you came, pussy clenching tight around his length, you had to clench your jaw, too. Your eyes screwed shut as he continued to bury himself in you with staccato strokes. Knees trembling, your whole body threatened to fall limp to the floor; but he grunted softly in your ear when his climax came for him, and the sound of him coming undone shot you straight up into space.

You were still trying to unscramble your brain when Jimin pulled his softening cock out of you, muttering “shit” as he went. Eventually, you were able to pull your dress skirt back down. When turned around to face him, his face was flushed, having just discarded a tied-off condom in a trash bin built into the wall.

Thoroughly fuck drunk, Jimin looked at you with a blissed-out, lopsided smile, “Is there a kilometer equivalent to the Mile High Club?”

#jade’s requests #jade’s drabbles #trashlibrary #pjm #park jimin #jimin #jimin drabble #park jimin smut #jimin smut #park jimin x reader #jimin x reader #jimin imagine #jimin scenarios #park jimin x you #jimin x you #park jimin x y/n #jimin x y/n #re: the one with jimin and all that turbulence

[punsmaster69]

1/APR/20XX

[After checking the page again, the words have ACTUALLY been written properly this time - with a working pen.]

[A small attached sticky note reads, "heheh. couldn't not, sorry."]

i'm carried out of bed and immediately served chocolate pancakes as papyrus briefs me on the day's plan - all before i even finish waking up fully.

"YOU WANTED TO GO TO AN ARCADE, SO THAT'S WHAT WE'LL DO FIRST - EVERYONE ELSE IS GOING TO MEET US THERE, SO DON'T SAVOUR MY COOKING 𝘛𝘖𝘖 LONG."

" 'k."

"AROUND LUNCHTIME, WE'RE GOING TO STOP BY GRILLBY'S... UNFORTUNATELY."

"AFTER... WE'LL JUST HANG OUT AT MS. TORIEL'S HOUSE FOR THE REST OF THE NIGHT; CONSIDERING IT WOULD BE THE CLOSEST."

"ok."

"sounds good."

"...."

he looks over his shoulder to see me still yawning, giving an eyeroll gesture and placing a cup of hot coffee in front of me.

"CAN'T HAVE YOU FALLING BACK ASLEEP IMMEDIATELY, SO DRINK UP!"

"...doesn't work, remember?"

"..RIGHT."

beside it, he places a cup of ice water.

"THAT SHOULD, RIGHT?"

i mumble an affirmative response. papyrus takes this as good enough.

——

"Yo!"

undyne high-fives papyrus, then grabs me for an aggressive noogie.

"Excited for today, you decrepit bag of bones?!"

"PLEASE BE CAREFUL WITH HIM, UNDYNE."

this diverts her wrath onto papyrus instead.

"PLEASE BE CAREFUL WITH 𝘔𝘌, UNDYNE!!!"

me and alphys fistbump.

"Good choice."

"figured you'd approve."

"S-Still wish they hadn't plastered that creepy ice cube's face EVERYWHERE in this place. Can't even have one bare wall."

"whaaat? ice-e's an icon."

"Of weird c-corporate marketing."

"and unsolvable puzzles."

"They were always that way, then?"

toriel and frisk - flowey wrapped around the kid's arm - wave as they approach.

frisk nods.

"Even the first one Sans and Papyrus set out for me back in Snowdin was unsolvable."

"IT WAS?!"

"Weird letter inconsistency."

"SANS!! YOU NOT ONLY PUT OUT A 𝗖𝗥𝗢𝗦𝗦𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 OF ALL THINGS, BUT AN 𝘐𝘔𝘗𝘖𝘚𝘚𝘐𝘉𝘓𝘌 ONE?!?"

"whoops."

"SIGH."

"REALLY, I DON'T KNOW WHY I SIMPLY DIDN'T DO IT ALL MYSELF!!"

"I CERTAINLY WOULD HAVE CAPTURED THE HUMAN WITH EASE."

"ER-"

"I'M!! GLAD I DIDN'T THOUGH, NOW!!!"

we chat for a while more before actually going inside -

"I MISS THE SUN ALREADY."

- and splitting off towards the games each of us preferred. toriel simply stuck by me to observe whatever i decided on.

somehow, at some point, we ended up just playing air hockey really badly.

𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬.

"Is this how you play??"

"is this how you play???"

repeatedly smacking the pushers together, the puck was ignored.

——

papyrus won a scary amount of tickets and used them to redeem two dart guns. one was instantly hijacked by undyne, who cackled after ricocheting a dart off papyrus' skull. she was going to fire at me, but

"You're spared for today. Don't think I won't get you another time, though!!!"

"..cool."

grillby's wasn't far, and the weather was pleasant, so walking was actually pretty alright.

the bar erupts into noise as we show up. there was a barrage of questions and comments about everyone and everything, but the chaos made any recollections of it blurry. (fun chaos, don't get me wrong.)

i waited for the right moment - somehow, i knew it would happen.

my brother raises his glass of milk.

"WILL EVERYONE PLEASE RISE AND GIVE A TOAST TO MY BROTHER, SANS, WHOSE BIRTHDAY IT IS TODAY?!"

a roaring sound that resembles a "YEAH!!" as everyone in the restaurant rises to their feet.

i move quickly, placing one on each seat - unnoticed amidst the commotion.

"THREE..."

"TWO..."

"ONE!"

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SANS!!!"

appearing beside my brother as if i'd not moved at all, i clink a bottle of ketchup with the various other beverages being lifted.

and then a loud,

deafening,

𝙋𝙋𝘽𝘽𝘽𝘽𝘽𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙏𝙏𝙏𝙏

as everyone sits back down.

it was beautiful. enough to make a grown man cry.

tears of laughter, that is.

a magician clown never reveals his secrets, but i sure was asked "HOW?!" a lot.

——

the sun has just finished setting. for the first time today, it's quiet. a gentle breeze cools the day down. toriel and i hang around on the porch to take it in - myself sat upon the rail.

"Are you truly alright with not getting much...?"

"yeah."

"spendin' time with you folks is all i wanted."

"and i got it, so."

"seems like a pretty good birthday to me."

"Still, it feels lackluster to have shown up empty-handed."

"i mean. you brought cake."

"That is a given."

"here."

"if you're really concerned about me not getting any gifts..."

"..."

i gave her a goofy grin.

"gonna be corny for a sec, hope you don't mind."

"I do not have a 𝘤𝘰𝘣-lem with it."

"In fact, I am all 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴."

in that moment, i couldn't have been more certain.

i push myself up into my knees to deposit a quick kiss on her cheek.

"...that can be my gift."

dropping myself back down to sit on the porch rail.

". . ."

"sorry for suddenly 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 that onto you. wanted to 𝘦𝘢𝘳nestly-"

puns were halted as my mouth became suddenly occupied with something else.

when she eventually let go, i found myself sputtering momentarily trying to find my words.

"There. You being on the receiving end makes it much more of a gift, does it not?"

"i-"

"i, uh."

"thought i was supposed to initiate it??"

"The cheek is close enough. And that one, you did."

"I will count it."

"....."

"there's another thing i'm s'posed to do."

"a ques-"

toriel puts her hand over my mouth.

"Do not ask it today."

"We would have to celebrate our anniversaries on your birthday."

"what? you don't want a double-event?"

"There is a multitude of reasons."

"shoot."

"...?"

"gimme 'em. gimme the reasons."

"Firstly, birthdays are to be spent with a multitude of friends and loved ones. Anniversaries are for spending with the romantic interest. To do both of those at once would be impossible."

"Secondly, it would subtract from the specialness of each as well."

"Thirdly-"

"it'd be easier to remember."

she hadn't noticed me slowly inching my face closer and closer to her own until i spoke.

"Th-"

"birthversary rolls right off the tongue, too."

"..."

"I'll show YOU a tongue."

she suddenly sticks out her tongue. my proximity causes me to have to back away quickly.

too quickly.

toriel leaps forward and wraps an arm around me to stop me from going completely backwards off the rail.

"I did not mean for that to happen."

"good catch."

"Oddly, not the first time you have fallen from my railing."

"yeah, i'm gettin' 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭 good at doing that accidentally."

"Hehehe."

"Do I need to install rails for my rails?"

"gonna box me in, huh?"

"If it will stop you from falling, then maybe I will."

𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬, 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬.

"WE'VE DECIDED ON A SLEEPOVER-"

we both looked to the back door.

with a blanket draped over his right arm, papyrus stopped speaking to stare at us blankly for a moment.

arms wrapped around each other, being bent over the rail, her hips between my legs...

"..I ASSUME YOU ARE BUSY."

"....."

"might be a minute."

promptly spinning 180 on his heels, papyrus went back inside; carrying the same expression the whole time.

immediately bursting into laughter, tori lifts me up the rest of the way and places me on the porch.

"Awkward-looking situations seem to be your forte, my dear."

"no kidding."

"At least it was Papyrus."

"yeah."

"..."

"so, can i ask you the-"

"Another time."

"ok."

#undertale #sans #papyrus #sans and papyrus #papyrus and sans #skelebros #undyne #sans and undyne #alphys #sans and alphys #frisk #toriel #toriel x sans #sans x toriel #soriel #birthday #april fools #you really thought that'd be it?

[seeingteacupsindragons]

New Chapter Time! Mari Go Away!

Have I mentioned recently that I adore Herder? I adore Herder.

Herder has a thing here that makes me think of translation because what he says is like, "Ethic-less" but I think it would translate better as "anything goes"

WHY ARE THERE NORMIES HERE

Is that supposed to be Moran next to Jack? Dude your hair--But this is a nice shot of all their heights.

Herder's discussion of the weather is probably the most practical Japanese I have gathered from this series, but I'm probably going to forget this vocabulary shortly

Also Herder talking about the weather in terms of shooting people is just very. Him.

It is indeed Moran

None of the normies want to play this game. Shocking. Shocking.

Albert: I'm very sorry, Normies, for letting Herder explain this, because. Um.

Interlude: I thought this would be easier to do on two screens, but my zoom and orientation on the magazine keeps changing when I do anything on the other screen, so it is Not.

Bond is not Having it, and tbh, I'm not sure why, except that Albert just lied out his ass, I think.

Do senseis know that "Lord Kruger" being an English anything sounds absurd.

Albert: I am totally hijacking this hunting trip I was invited to for my own purposes so my "servants" could play. This is fine and normal.

!!! Is Liam finally going to shoot a damn gun?

Albert: Also this was my little brother's idea so think twice before insulting it. Thanks.

They're all now on board because William smiled at them. The bastard.

Liam's doing the hand thing again I called out last night. Although he's being kind of duplicitous right now but not straight up lying. He's in peak keigo form today.

Herder: You can have a pistol or a sniper

Moran, probably: THANK you, God.

Herder: Also I have rubber knives

Well there goes Liam shooting anything.

Louis, probably: Can I have a real knife

Herder: The paint looks like clotted blood

Me: Did...Did William ask you do that? How do you even know. You're blind. Who tested this.

Herder: And don't worry, the paint bullets are biodegradable because Fred complained about having to pick up Moran's bullets that one time so I avoided that necessity.

Are they just gonna knock out all the normies b/c tbh this would be more fun with just our murder fam.

Herder: I tagged all the guns MORAN so don't BREAK THE DAMN THING THIS TIME

I'm sorry it's really funny to image all the sniping and personal bickering that would be happening if they weren't being all keigo in front of the guests

I appreciate at least the visual cues that imply the bickering

Herder: For various reasons, I'll be the ref

The normies: Oh, it's because he's blind, poor thing, the Moriartys are so charitable

Louis and Bond: HE JUST WANTS TO WATCH THE GUNS

Normie kids are playing???

HELENA???

WAS THIS A THING IN THE LIGHT NOVELS

I feel like Patterson can't come to this event because it's public and he's a public figure and that would be Weird, but I wonder if this was like "Okay, everyone gets to play a game," because Patterson wanted a vacation.

Helena talking about her extremely sedentary little brother reminds me of Liam and sickly Louis okay

Finally some proper bickering now that teams are selected.

They got split into red and blue. Because.

Liam, however, got blue for once in his life

They have to tell us, because it's black and white. But they are shaded differently.

Moriarty brothers: What if we're all on the SAME TEAM?

Moran: HEY I'M ON THE OTHER TEAM YOU JERKS. THAT IS ABSOLUTELY NOT FAIR.

Bond sounds like city streetlights. That's super cool, actually.

Louis is all "my brothers and I are three hearts beating as one and together in flesh and spirit" and Louis you need to like, tone it down just a lil

Louis: OUR BOND IS SO STRONG NOT EVEN GOD CAN TEAR IT APART

Louis: ...but I'm not on their team in paintball.

Herder: If you lose, you have to go feed pheasants as a punishment

Herder: BUT IF YOU BREAK YOUR GUN, THEN--

This was long, but I just love Mori fam, okay?

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[artdivadej]

Survivor’s Remorse

Part 9

18+ | PTSD

Part 10

When I awake again, I feel well rested and secure. I'm curled up in a ball around someone who's unnaturally warm. The arms around me tighten a little as I wiggle. Blinking a few times, I see that whoever was my cuddle buddy, didn't have much choice in the matter. My hands were practically inside their vest as I held it in a vice grip.

Oh.

Oh......

Oh shit!

I tilt my head up and see that I am in fact curled up against Peeta's broad chest, his arms wrapped tight around me as we slept.

This was not safe. I could’ve accidentally killed him in my sleep!

"G'mornin" he mumbles with a yawn above my head

I face the consequences of my actions and pull my head from his chest, sliding back a little, not that his arms allowed me to go but so far. His eyes are groggy but trained on my face, inspecting.

"How do you feel?" he hummed

"Rested" I admit "You shouldn't have slept here"

"Not like you gave me much choice there sweetheart" he chuckles looking down to his chest

I follow his gaze and quickly unwrap my nails from the vest. There are even punctures in the fabric where they'd been clutched.

"I'm sorry"

"Don't be. I haven't slept that well in a while either" he grins sliding into a sitting position

I follow suit and look around the cellar. I'm nestled between Peeta and Cressida, Katniss is checking Finnick's shoulder over on the boy's pallet. It's still dark out.

"How long was I out for?"

"A full day. Tigress brought more food and news about the fighting. We've started planning what to do from here"

"You should've woken me"

"No. You needed the rest. We can strategize and fill you in later"

"What's been decided?"

"The rebels are in the city. Only a few blocks from here so, they're evacuating. Most will be going to the mayor's mansion tomorrow. That's when we leave" he explains

"We'll put on some disguises and fit in with the others going there. Gale and I will be together. I look enough like you that it'll be a distraction in case someone does figure out who we are"

"You could just let me go first. Even if a mob chases me, it's a Capitol mob. I can outrun and overpower them to buy some time for a distraction" I offer, taking the can Cressida offered me

"No. You and I will be together"

"I'm not going to just throw myself at an angry mob" I sigh

"And how am I supposed to trust that?" he fires back accusingly

"I guess you can't. I can't promise the mutt version of me wouldn't hurt you when the gunfire starts either"

"Exactly. So we go together"

***

Haymitch pats my knee twice.

"Even in 13 you didn't have it easy. Yet, look at you now sweetheart" He smirks gesturing between me and Peeta, whose nose is buried in my hair "A Victor doesn't begin to cover the two of you. Don't let each other go. You'll need one another"

"I guess I'd better go pack" I sigh, not wanting to leave the safety of Peeta's arms. In our home.

I wanted to stay buried in his scent forever. Shielded from a world that had taken all of me and even after I regained myself, or part of, they still demanded more. But my Peeta. My sweet Peeta. He had hands that made everlasting memories of warmth and love for all blessed enough to see his creations. As long as I was with him, I could weather any storm.

***

When we got to the train platform I was practically vibrating with nerves.

It was the same train.

I stop cold in my tracks and just stare at the infernal thing. My carryon bag forgotten at my feet. So many hijacked nights from my days and nights on this very train. Why did it have to be this train?

As I feel myself beginning to drown, warmth envelops me from behind, secure arms wrapped around my waist. His lips and nose are buried in my hair and it calms my palpitating heart.

"They didn't give use separate rooms this time" Peeta informs me

"I think after the maybe-baby bomb, they've given up all pretense of us being pure" I snark, pleased that he threads his fingers through mine and give a squeeze

"Not like we ever followed that rule anyway" He chuckles picking my bag up and slinging it over his broad left shoulder, his right hand still in mine.

I let him lead me into the train towards the north end, close to the nose, where our room would be. We're in between it, in the dining car, that is thankfully not set up like a opulent feast. There's a spread but it's humble. A roasted duck, some venison slices, and rabbit with a bowl of greens for a salad. Peeta must have informed the train staff about my appetite. I wanted a bite of that rabbit now, but I knew I had to get settled first.

"I'm going to find Haymitch. Make sure he's not bullying the staff in the bar car. I promised to keep him behaved until we got there" Peeta rolls his eyes playfully

I wrap my arms around his neck and tuck my face into the column of it, taking a large inhale, trying to commit his security and scent to memory. Rubbing my nose against it, I melted my body to his. He dropped the bag and quickly gathers me up in his arms, always understanding me without a need to hear it.

"I'll be right back. I promise"

"I'm ok. I'll be OK" I repeat to reassure us both

I know that Peeta won't let go before I do, so I reluctantly release him, then take a step back to make sure I don't pull him right back into my arms.

"Go. Before I change my mind" I growl giving his hard chest a small shove that doesn't even make him budge

"You're a bossy little thing today" Peeta teases before throwing his hands up in surrender and taking long, quick strides to find Haymitch in the other car.

I take a steadying breath, scoop the bag up and walk into the compartment. When I step inside, my breath catches and sweat breaks out over my cool skin, terror seizing me tight. That bed. I walk over to it with legs of lead, running my fingers over the silken sheets covering the mattress. Even the colors of the sheets were the same. Then the door opens and in he walks.

Mean Peeta. 

My cheek throbs, a memory so viciously clear, knocks the wind out of me. I feel the haze taking over and I can't fight against the overwhelming fear. It's threatening to pull me under and I can't make sense of where I am anymore as my breath comes out in heavy pants. Pupils receded to miniscule slits, hands twitching with the need to fight back at the mist forming the Visage that is Mean Peeta. His slow stride towards me, distaste tilting his lips as his too bright eyes look me over with boredom.

He was here. How did he get here!

No!

I roar loudly and throw a lamp that'd been sitting on the dresser at him, refusing to let him near me ever again. He ducks the lamp and smirks at me condescendingly. I wasn't caged anymore. I'd rip his damn throat out.

Where was my Sweet Peeta?!

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[teecupangel]

After the Solar Flare Desmond lives, gets sent into the past but he opens a restaurant because for some reason it's really popular in whatever time he's in so he just expands and before he knows it, he's written down in history as the most successful restaurant owner (could be whatever ship, could be harem)

Harem it is!

So, for this idea, let’s set up the restaurant first.

Let’s say that, after the Solar Flare, Desmond is in the Gray with Clay who got there because a digital copy of him was sorta encoded into Desmond (“What were you planning to do? Slowly hijack my body?” “I was thinking of transferring my copy into your sperm and getting reborn as your child.” “That’s… that sounds weird?” “Really? Ancient aliens created mankind, you’re the chosen one and messiah and martyr all in one by said ancient aliens, we have technology that can read genetic memories in our DNA so we can relive our ancestors’ lives AND my plan is what makes you go ‘sounds weird’? Come on, Seventeen.” “I didn’t say it was the only weird thing I’ve ever heard!”)

So Desmond and Clay are getting along swimmingly then there’s a pop and Layla’s there. Clay just go “Ah, another dead person ‘rewarded’ by the Isus, come, join us.” and Layla’s just “???” because last she remembered, she gave up her life to save the world and Desmond just goes “Oh, a fellow martyr! Welcome, welcome!”

So they’re just chilling in the endless void called the Gray (and I Spy has been banned since the only thing they can actually ‘spy’ is each other and they got creative with their questions which includes “Is it someone who has the hots for his ancestors?” “Yes.” “That doesn’t help. Both me and Clay have hots for our ancestors!” “I blame our untreated daddy issues.” “Oh my god.”) until Minerva appeared and tells Desmond that she was able to screw with the Calculations before she died. She gives Desmond some kind of ball (that looks like a stone version of the Apple) and tells him that it contains the power to create a pocket dimension, very small, perhaps just a one-story, maybe two-story building, but it should be enough to connect it to the Calculations itself for a brief moment to stabilize it.

Minerva’s idea is that Desmond could use the pocket dimension to exist in the world, at any point in time, and interact with people (but only in that pocket dimension… “Like a portable Gray?” “……… Yes… I supposed you would be correct in that, Innkeeper.” “Did you… did you just literally translate my last name???”)

Minerva tells Desmond to think of a building that the pocket dimension can take the form in and her calling Clay ‘innkeeper’ reminded Desmond of how he wanted to own a restaurant. How, before he landed a job in Bad Weather, he actually helped out in the kitchen of a few diners, sometimes just washing the dishes, other times, cutting ingredients up when things get too busy, and sometimes, a kind cook/owner would teach him an easy dish or two that he can cook if things get super hectic. Then he remembers how the warmest memories he had of his childhood were helping his mother cook when she had the time to do such ‘mundane’ things.

So everyone is surprised when the pocket dimension looks like a restaurant. Layla was expecting him to create a bureau or something similar. Clay expected him to recreate Bad Weather. Minerva just stares at him as she says, “So this is your choice. Very well.”

They checked the restaurant and there was a second floor with bedrooms (with separate bathrooms) that seemed to already been ‘furnished’ to their liking… even Minerva’s. It’s kinda creepy because Layla’s room looks like a fusion of her childhood bedroom and her apartment’s bedroom. Clay guessed that the pocket dimension heard Desmond’s idea of ‘everyone should have their own rooms’ and used their memories to create it.

Strangely enough… there are also a lot of locked rooms that they can’t open. Minerva guessed they are meant to house either ‘guests’ or future ‘employees’. The 2nd floor defies logic as it seemed to be bigger than the first floor but Minerva insists that it would look ‘normal’ on the outside. (“So what you’re saying is it’s bigger-” “No.” “What?” “No. We are not making that reference. Shush.” “Oh, come on!”)

Okay, so Minerva was taking a wild guess here because she didn’t test out the pocket dimension (“Why not?” “I died before I could.” “… yeah, okay, that sounds like a legit reason.”) but she believed that the pocket dimension took Desmond’s desires and rolled it all up into one thing which was this restaurant-in-the-first-floor/living-quarters-in-the-second-floor. This meant that they were meant to ‘get’ more people.

Clay and Desmond turned to stare at each other because, yeah, they already have an idea of who some of those people are.

When they check the restaurant, Desmond is super excited because the pantry is fully stocked with sooooo many things that he wanted to ‘play with’ and Minerva noticed that the perishables were placed in some kind of device that looked very similar to the Isus’ stasis pods. This meant that anything they put there would remain in the state they were when they put it in until they take it out then time will resume for them normally (no sudden aging though so if they plan to age meat, they gotta do it the old fashion way).

Layla is the one who noticed the ‘vending machine’ looking thing with an entire touchscreen just covering the front of it next to the pantry and she tried using it, eyes going wild when she realized what the touchscreen was showing.

It was some kind of online shopping app but the ‘price’ was showing something called “Points” instead. There was some kind of trashcan-like thing attached to it and Clay just dumped a bag of green peas from the pantry into it (“Clay!” “What? No one likes frozen green peas! It’s a stasis pod, WHY would it even have frozen green peas?!”) and the app gave them 3 points for the green peas. Out of curiosity, Layla dropped the 20 dollars she was hiding in her boot and it gave them “2000 points”. They would need to experiment some more but it seemed like actual currency gives them more points than items (or maybe the app just doesn’t like frozen green peas).

Then they saw another touchscreen in a room that looked to be some kind of meeting room and it looked like… a map? No. It was like one of those big screens in meeting rooms and… it was showing a list of years.

Each year was grayed out and next to it were points.

Desmond’s eyes widened as he saw the first year he recognized.

1191 was grayed out and it had “200,711,170,000 points” next to it. He tried to click it and it gives an error of “You have insufficient points to travel to this year. Please add more funds.”

And then Layla went “Oh, oh, oh! 431 BC! It’s not grayed out!” and Desmond clicked it instead.

It then gave them locations. All of the locations were grayed out with Athens needing “10,000 points” and Lakonia needing “30,000 points”. There was only one location that wasn’t grayed out: Megaris. When they clicked that, the only option it gave them was an unlocked “Magara”.

“It seems the pocket dimension is giving this to you as a ‘freebie’.” “Or a tutorial run.”

They tried giving more items from the pantry to the ‘trashcan’ but it only gives them measly ‘1~5 points’ so, yeah, Desmond wasn’t unlocking 1191 anytime soon. It was even the cheapest of the three years Desmond wanted to pick too!

Left with no choice (and 2 coins from Minerva did give them ‘20,000 points’ total), they decided to open a restaurant in the only place they can travel to and get enough money to unlock the other years.

(Oh god. I unintentionally created an isekai OP system for them…)

You know… I said first but, goddamn, that took a while.

Anyway…

Unorganized Note Related to the Restaurant:

Desmond is their main chef with Clay being his sous chef/kitchen lackey, mainly because Desmond did have a bit of experience with cooking (he has the most experience among the four of them anyway) and Clay used to part-time for diners too during his college years.

Layla’s specialty is college-approved cup noodles. She is only allowed to help cut stuff up and stir things until they’re sure she can handle more.

Minerva burned water. Her defense of “I never considered a need to cook” was not accepted (together with the implication that she had human slaves to do it for her) and she has been barred from the kitchen.

This means Minerva is their waitress and Layla tried to get her to smile but she just stares at her. Because of this, Layla has been conscripted to manage the front end and make sure Minerva doesn’t insult anyone by mistake.

The pantry needs to be restocked if they were going to use it, of course, so their points will also be used to make sure they have the food they can serve and sell.

The touchscreen in the kitchen gives a list of food that they can check (thankfully no greyed-out ones). Most of them have warnings of “Desmond Miles is not experienced enough to make this yet. There is a high chance of failure. Will you still risk it?” and “Necessary support not yet acquired. Please try again once necessary support is available.”. All those that give warnings have a red triangle for the ones that have a high chance of failure on the left side of the recipe name and a red x mark for those that need ‘support’ on the same left side. Some even have both x and triangle.

QOL for the kitchen touchscreen: it automatically takes items from the pantry and it appears on some kind of dumbwaiter-like hole below the touchscreen. It will also give messages of ingredients that need to be bought first and poking ‘buy’ also sends those newly bought ingredients to the hole. Very convenient. (like someone who had been so annoyed about having to go thru so many menus to find information on the ingredients necessary for their synthesizing had developed this feature)

They realized what support means when Clay clicked on “Pomidorówka” because he remembered making that with his grandmother. A message of “Support member: Clay Kaczmarek is necessary for this dish for now. Continue?” popped up and they poked ‘yes’ and Clay recognized the recipe as the exact recipe that his grandmother taught her. So… apparently, the necessary support is someone who would know the recipe more than Desmond.

Because there are a lot of recipes, they decide to have a revolving menu instead. If Desmond likes the customer enough, he might be willing to take off-the-menu requests.

Unorganized Notes for the timeline and stuff:

Technically, the restaurant can time-hop to any year they have unlocked at any time (unlocking is a one-time payment, I’m not that evil). It seems that the nearer they are to 2012, the more points they would need.

The restaurant would change the front-end design to fit what is ‘possible’ during that time period. The backend (kitchen + meeting room + 2nd floor) remains the same with the exception of cutleries and utensils that their customers would use.

Desmond is the only person who can leave the pocket dimension BUT all the touchscreens are unavailable if he’s not in the pocket dimension and shows a time limit of 1 hour (which can be ‘charged’ by expending points, 1,000 points = 1 minute). The second floor is also inaccessible when Desmond leaves and anyone on the second floor is teleported to the meeting room the moment Desmond steps out.

It seems that actual currency (regardless of the year) will always give x100 amount of points. (ex: 50 florins will give 5,000 points). Ingredients and other items from the online shopping app seemed to be forever 50% of its original real-life price (by their estimate). There’s also sales and flashsales. The app’s sales have weird titles like “Not Gonna Make A Racist Joke Sale” (no that’s really the name of the sale) for sales on ingredients not normally available in the US and “I Can’t Believe It’s Butter Sale” for all kinds of butter and products with butter or made from butter. Their favorite is “I Don’t Get Paid To Do This So I Wanna Play A Game” sale where everything has a 70%-90% discount but the caveat is that the sale only last for 15 minutes from the moment they tapped ‘Let’s Play!’ from the message.

Their restaurant would become ‘legendary’ because of the good food that might be strange or unfamiliar to a lot of people but the taste is definitely to die for (thank you, modern convenience).

Time flows as normal when they’re in a specific timeline but anyone in the pocket dimension doesn’t seem to age.

Minerva believes that there is some kind of Apple-like mind manipulation at play in the pocket dimension. It’s nothing big, just a simple “this is a normal restaurant with normal-looking employees” and maybe a bit of “you will not think anything is weird here.”.

Desmond would sometimes go to the front when it’s slow or Clay tells him to take a break and that Clay can handle things on his own for a while. That’s usually when he interacts with the customers.

While they can only ‘take’ a few as employees, their actions in the timeline do change things… a bit. Maybe some who were meant to die don’t, maybe they get a different ending… etc.

Unorganized Notes for the Layla Trilogy:

Kassandra does notice that something is weird about the restaurant but Layla seems friendly enough so she keeps coming back (maybe even starts to flirt with Layla?).

Kassandra finally sees that something is weird about the restaurant after she returns from Atlantis. This gives a message of “Kassandra’s room has been unlocked” in all the touchscreens. They bring Kassandra to the second floor and she opens the door. The room looks like a mix of her bedroom when she was a child, when she was in Kephallonia, and the home she had in Ionian Watch. On the bed was a box which she picked up. Inside is a note that says “If you drink this, you will become part of this dimension. A copy will be created to ensure that your remaining tasks as dictated by the Calculations will be fulfilled and keep the timeline stable. Warning: becoming a denizen of this dimension will mean you will be unable to leave.” and inside the box is a small bottle with an unknown liquid inside.

Considering Kassandra is effectively an immortal in canon so it's up to you if she drinks it or she's like the regular who pops in and out regardless of when the restaurant is at the moment.

The ‘cheapest’ year around Bayek’s time is 48 BCE (20,171,027,000) - Alexandria (20,000) - It is also the cheapest year in general.

Bayek becomes a regular because they buy the meat he takes from his kills for a good price, especially if it’s fresh, and also give him a discount on the food. (They don’t really need the meat but Layla insisted they try to find ways to help Bayek and this was their… ‘compromise’)

Eivor’s cheapest year is 873 (20,201,110,000) - Ravensthorpe (20,000). Strangely enough, all the people in Ravensthorpe seem to believe that they had just opened up shop. Randvi even tells Eivor that they were constructing the restaurant while Eivor was away building an alliance. Hytham vouched for them and tells Eivor they are allies of the Hidden Ones. (More mind-bending stuff from the restaurant apparently)

Minerva and Eivor… may have a thing? Minerva knows Eivor is Odin’s Sage and she remembers how Odin slept with her and used her but, at the same time, the attraction is there.

Any feasts and such are now done in the restaurant and Eivor and Randvi pay for ‘catering’.

Mandatory ‘employees’: Bayek and Eivor

Possible mandatory ‘employee’: Kassandra

Potential optional ‘employees’: Hytham - 890 (20,201,110,000), Aya - 30 BCE (20,171,027,000), Alexios (Deimos) - 422 BCE (20,181,002,000)

Unorganized Notes for the Desmond Saga:

Alright, here comes the main harem (I mean, you can totally add anyone to the harem but these are the big three that are mandatory XD)

The cheapest location in 1191 is Jerusalem for 100,000 points (“What the fuck.” “I think the pocket dimension knows what’s in ‘high demand’.”) and Desmond left to check things out (get a feel on when in 1191 they were in) and took around 1 hour and 20 minutes (costing them an additional 20,000 points).

He came back with a barely hanging in there Kadar and the touchscreens all pinged a “Kadar Al-Sayf’s room has been unlocked” and Desmond realized what the pocket dimension was trying to do. He gets Kadar to his room and opened the box, revealing a small bottle with a note attached to it that says “If Kadar Al-Sayf drinks this, he will become part of this dimension. As his part of the Calculations have already been completed, no replica will be made however, as a denizen of this dimension, Kadar Al-Sayf cannot leave this pocket dimension.”

Desmond asks Kadar if he wants to live no matter what and Kadar nods. Kadar is saved but he’s stuck in the restaurant now. He doesn’t seem to mind and admits that he became an Assassin because it’s what was expected of him. He likes cooking and helping Desmond. Kadar is a possible harem candidate but not mandatory.

Kadar also unlocks a few of the recipes and he’s the reason why Desmond realized that some of the ‘necessary supports’ have “????” in the recipe. One of them was noted as: “???? Kadar Al-Sayf ????” and Kadar mentioned how his brother could make that specific food better which makes Desmond believe that the “????” are other possible supports and it’s a hierarchy of who can make it best (from best to worst(?)/meh(?))

Kadar waits until an informant he trusts goes to the restaurant and asks the informant to tell Malik that he’s here but to not report it to anyone else and Malik visits. Kadar lies to Malik, saying that he is hiding in the kitchens so Al Mualim wouldn’t know he’s alive… because he doesn’t want to be an Assassin. This does drive a wedge between the brothers but Malik keeps quiet about Kadar’s survival and becomes a regular.

Altaïr visits the restaurant because Malik wasn’t in the bureau and he’s annoyed. Minerva and Altaïr starts glaring at each other because Altaïr is rude and Minerva is more rude so Desmond goes out to take care of Altaïr’s table while Malik is in the private tables (usually used for big party) so he can talk to Kadar and he wants Altaïr to wait… for a while.

Once it becomes clear that Malik was planning to make Altaïr for quite a while, Desmond just gives up and sits with Altaïr and talks to him (“Flirt with him.” “It’s not flirting.” “Uh-huh, Layla…” “Definitely flirting.” “Eivor.” “The stars in your eyes do not lie, Desmond.” “Minerva.” “Yes.” “Any objection from the peanut gallery? No? In conclusion: flirting!”)

After that, Altaïr becomes a regular, even going to Jerusalem on the way to his next mission even if it’s… not really on the way.

Altaïr is the first person to receive a takeout box (“I think they call that a bento box of love.” “No, it’s not.” “Desmond… you ordered the goddamn bento box from the app. It's even one of those expensive ones that keeps the food warm for hours.” “It was on sale.” “Uh-huh. You have anything to say, Kadar? You helped him make that bento box.” “It’s not a bent-” “I made the heart-shaped carrots!” “KADAR!” “I got your back, Desmond! ( ´ ▽ ` )b” “Oh my god.”)

Anyway, uuuhhh… Altaïr and Desmond start a relationship and Altaïr’s room is unlocked after Al Mualim’s death and he visits the restaurant on his way to Acre (it’s… it’s not the optimal route to take, Altaïr.) to talk to Desmond because the Apple showed him a vision of Desmond. Altaïr drinks it without hesitation and his copy is created in the room itself. It asks for Altaïr’s Apple and he gives it to the copy. They watch as the copy leaves the restaurant then… decide that the restaurant is closed for the day since their head chef was ‘busy’ celebrating.

Depending on which Ezio you’ll like to add to the restaurant/harem, the cheapest year would be AC2!Ezio: 1476 (200,911,170,000) - Monteriggioni for 100,000 points, ACB!Ezio: 1503 (201,011,160,000) - Rome (Tiber Island) for 100,000 points, ACR!Ezio: 1511 (201,111,150,000) - Constantinople (Galata District) for 100,000 points.

If you choose AC2!Ezio: he and Desmond start talking whenever he visits. Once he sees Minerva’s message, he recognized her as the quiet waitress Minerva and that’s when he’ll learn the truth from Desmond and the others. That’s also when he learned that the guy he had been flirting with was in a relationship with the legendary Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad.

If it wasn’t AC2!Ezio, Ezio would learn of Desmond early on because he recognized Minerva. Minerva likes to call him ‘prophet’ too so the jig is up before it could even begin. Ezio is a bit wary at first but he keeps coming back anyway because he has questions. Also… he just likes talking to Desmond. He’s a regular and knows about Altaïr but also knows that Altaïr seems okay with him flirting with Desmond. He and Desmond start a relationship around the midway point of ACB/ACR and is the first non-’employee’ to ever visit the second floor. (Not counting Kadar)

His room unlocks after (AC2) recovering the Apple and returning to Monteriggioni, (ACB) letting gravity take care of Cesare, and (ACR) visiting the library underneath Masyaf seeing the bones of Altaïr’s replica.

The cheapest year for Ratonhnhaké:ton is 1776 (201,210,300,000) - Davenport (100,000). Like Ravensthorpe, the people of the homestead seemed to believe that they helped build the restaurant.

Ratonhnhaké:ton becomes a regular and visits every time he returned to the homestead. As if to counter the lack of customers/regulars, the sales they get in this time period have a x1000 modifier instead. (“Where was this in Ravensthorpe, huh?!” “Stop shouting at the touchscreen. Randvi and Eivor kept us afloat and profiting, remember? Achilles can’t do that here.”)

Desmond tried to save Haytham but was unable to because of the limitations.

Ratonhnhaké:ton’s door unlocks when he gets the Apple from Washington and he joins the restaurant after trying to look for his village for three more years.

Ratonhnhaké:ton only starts a relationship with Desmond after he joins the restaurant.

Mandatory ‘employees’: Kadar, Altaïr (mandatory harem member), Ezio (mandatory harem member) and Ratonhnhaké:ton (mandatory harem member)

Potential optional ‘employees’: Adha - 1190 (200,802,050,000), Malik Al-Sayf - 1226 (200,711,170,000), Maria Thorpe - 1228 (200,711,170,000), Darim Ibn-La'Ahad - 1260 (201,111,150,000), Sef Ibn-La'Ahad - 1226 (201,111,150,000), Federico Auditore - 1476 (200,911,170,000), Yusuf Tazim - 1512 (201,111,150,000), Aveline de Grandpré - 1777 (201,210,300,000)

Hey, teecup, why are there a lot of AC1 characters??? Ah, it’s not that there are a lot of AC1 characters, it’s that there are a lot of Ibn-La'Ahad characters. I wonder why.

Unorganized Notes for the Unnamed MC Saga:

Alright, all mandatory employees here are possible harem candidates but not mandatory harem members. (actually, the same can be said for anyone that can become an employee of the time-hopping pocket dimension, especially Haytham and Edward)

Speaking of Edward Kenway! The cheapest is 1717 (201,310,290,000) - Nassau (100,000) and the restaurant sorta takes over the already established tavern there. Anne Bonny seemed to believe that she works there from 8 to 5 as a waitress and everyone just rolls with it. Especially since she calls Minerva ‘Minnie’.

Edward and the rest of his pirate ‘friends’ are regulars. Edward starts getting close to Ratonhnhaké:ton who keeps quiet about their blood relation.

They actually time-travel to 1725 (201,310,290,000) - London (100,000) and Edward is happy to see them and seemed to believe that they have opened shop in London so they stay for a while… saving up for their next time-hop. During that time, Edward and his family became regulars and young Haytham likes following Ratonhnhaké:ton around. Edward’s room finally opens on December 3, 1735 and Ratonhnhaké:ton tells him the importance of the date. If he returns home, he will die, Jennifer will be sold off and Haytham will become a Templar.

Edward refuses to drink the bottle and leaves the restaurant. Ratonhnhaké:ton knew he would pick that choice and he accepts it… then notice that the box was empty. Edward had taken the bottle.

Edward manages to get Jennifer to safety but he’s too wounded to do anything else. Desmond gets there in time to help Edward drink the bottle, hoping that it would do something. It didn’t and Edward dies in his arms instead.

When he returns to the restaurant, he learns that Edward appeared in his room and his last memory was Desmond helping him drink the bottle which meant that the Edward Desmond saw died was his replica.

They stayed to make sure Jennifer was safe (who gets taken in by the Brotherhood and smuggled out of London while Tessa and Haytham Kenway are taken by Birch to an unknown location) before Edward requests that they try to save Haytham.

Minerva warns that they cannot make any big waves. This pocket dimension wasn’t meant to change what will come to pass. It was always meant to give Desmond a reward that he desires. Desmond argues that what he desires most is to save as many people as he can so he agrees to Edward’s request.

The possible year they thought of is 1756 (201,411,111,000) - New York (100,000). One of their regulars is Shay Cormac and Ratonhnhaké:ton knows him although they seem to have to wait for a bit for Shay Cormac to meet Haytham Kenway. They asked Shay to give a message to Haytham.

So Shay kinda becomes… a tagalong to the entire Kenway drama and learns about the ‘magic’ of the restaurant after Edward shows up and Haytham recognized him as his long dead father.

I have no idea if Shay and Haytham should have rooms. It’ll be a bit awkward if they do. If they do get rooms, Haytham’s room will unlock the day he is about to meet Ratonhnhaké:ton for the first time while Shay’s door unlocks after Haytham’s death and he returns to New York because he assumed the restaurant was still there (it was… but that’s because they need more funds before they can time-hop again).

They time-hop to Paris (100,000) in 1789 (201,411,110,000) because… uuuhh… someone bought Les Mis in the app and now a few of them wants to know just how accurate Les Mis is? IDK, man, it’s getting late and I want to finish this before I go sleep. Future!me will think of a nicer reason. Or you know, keep that reason ‘cause my tired mind thinks it’s funny.

Okay, so… for this one, it would be fun if the restaurant takes over Café Théâtre and Arno’s headquarters is transferred next door. Technically, Arno would become their ‘landlord’ (“Oh god, we’re renting now???” “Capitalism.” “That is not a reason!”)

Ezio takes Arno as his ‘budding investor’ student. Clay gets roped in because Ezio believed that he and Clay should have family quality time. Arno thinks they’re cousins.

Arno’s room opens after he returns to Paris after the Dead Kings DLC (they can also time-hop to Saint-Denis in 1794 for 300,000 + 201,501,150,000 points. Their call.)

They go to London (100,000) in 1868 (201,510,230,000) because Edward wanted to check on what happened to the Kenway mansion, I guess? Anyway, because they saved Jennifer, her descendant is now the mentor of the London Assassins but the Kenway mansion has been abandoned because… well… Templars.

It doesn’t really change Syndicate’s plot all that much. Only that Jayadeep is reporting to the mentor who had specifically told him not to do anything because Starrick has dug his claws too deeply in London already. Trying to assassinate him now (and his allies) would only fuck them up later on if they don’t have a fallout plan in place.

The Frye twins don’t have a fallout plan in place but that’s really not all that important to the restaurant plot, I guess?

Anyway, the restaurant gets the Rooks as regular. If we’re not making Arno or/and Jacob harem members, Jacob flirts with Arno badly and you can spin this as FrenchFrye. If they are harem members, FrenchFrye is also possible and it’s a case of FrenchFrye + Desmond. Go wild.

God, I may be getting too sleepy, I think this block might be more ‘suggestions’ than actual plot points, sorry, nonny

Anyway, Evie’s room opens after Starrick is dealt with. (and she might have an extra bottle for a special someone, hhhmmm?) Jacob believes he’s not been ‘chosen’ but that’s fine with him.

They might have time-hop somewhere else for a while then returned to London (100,000) in 1888 (201,512,150,000) where they learn that Jacob is missing.

Desmond takes Evie’s place since she’s stuck in the pocket dimension and Jack the Ripper DLC happens. At the end, Jacob’s room opens and he joins the restaurant.

Mandatory ‘employees’: Arno, Evie, Jacob

Possible mandatory ‘employees’: Shay, Haytham, Jayadeep (for Evie)

Potential optional ‘employees’: Anne Bonny and Mary Read - 1721 (201,310,290,000), Adéwalé - 1758 (201,402,180,000), Élise de la Serre - 1794 (201,411,110,000), Lydia Frye - 1919 (201,510,230,000)

Modern Day Era and Other Unorganized Notes (Honestly I just cut the notes up because blocks have a character limit and an entire list is considered 1 block)

If you think the whole ‘can’t leave’ part is too much, it’s a lie. There’s an item in the shopping app that does let them ‘leave’ in the sense that they will have the same limitation as Desmond does. It’s a tacky-looking bracelet called “Break Time Pass” that can be purchased for “99,999,999,999,999” points. It’s one of the most expensive items in the app, it does not appear if searched or if they use the ‘highest price first’ sort in the ‘all items’ page, its ‘store’ can only be found by going thru a lot of pages and it will never go on sale BUT it can be purchased as many times as they want and anyone can use it.

I know there are too many people for a restaurant but… you know… shifts and stuff.

Potential optional ‘employees’: Basim Ibn Ishaq - 2024 (20,231,012,000,000), Shaun Hastings and Rebecca Crane - 2025 (20,091,117,000,000), Lucy Stillman - 2012 (20,071,117,000,000), Lucas Clarkson (possibly also Darcy) - 2029 (20,201,029,000,000) (Possible timeline anomaly, Minerva believes that this year is an offshoot of some kind and not the main timeline that they came from)

#i wanna say i can make nice and fair gameplay mechanics #but i was afraid of making the pocket dimension too op #i want desmond to suffer just a bit #harem in my mind is not ‘nobody gets the main character’ and more of #‘the main character gets all the loving’ #isekai-wise #the pocket dimension is like if restaurant from another world and tondemo had a love child #the clarksons are there because they are assassins #let’s ignore what watch_dog devs say of their canon situation #did you get the references in the point system hahaha #ask and answer #no usual tags because #well #altdes #ezides #condes #and potentially #haydes #eddes #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed

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i swear to christ every reply is either

"it's a good thing because [fringe case that happens once a century. or thing we definitely ALREADY have other ways of communicating (which are not being maintained, if not actively dismantled) that don't require hijacking everyone's phone]"

or "in my country we have this! it's [significantly better implemented and/or VOLUNTARY system that does not take over every single 4G device so is actually not the same thing at all] and we use it for [things that don't even happen here]"

-we have (or had) flood sirens/alerts in areas that actually do need them. from lack of funding, lack of care (both) they're disused, dismantled, or not updated. they are both more useful and also almost certainly cheaper to repair or upgrade than implementing a whole new system of taking over the 4G network

-they would also still work if cell towers are knocked out. something likely to happen in the sort of natural disaster that's going to warrant an emergency notice

-the met office literally give out warnings for severe and emergency weather that you can get notifications for on your device on an entirely voluntary basis. something you should probably do if you live somewhere that's a problem. this system exists ALREADY.

-people paying no attention to weather warnings aren't magically going to pay attention to the gov saying it either actually. not sure why you'd think people who don't believe the met office would believe the government

-no, you don't need to take over every 4G connected device for nuke warnings. by the time you get those it's too late.

-there are currently no plans to use it for terrorism incidents which makes it even more pointless and stupid given that's just about the only thing to warn for we aren't already warned for some other way when applicable

-they did use the phrase "marauding terrorist" which will live in my head rent free though

-"what about for pandemic stuff or health crises" this same government gutted the NHS and also pandemic response stuff before covid in defiance of WHO warnings there would be a pandemic within 10 years. they aren't building this for the next round of swine flu and you know it

-incidentally you can get covid related alerts on an opt-in basis already

-yeah maybe an opt-in notification service for all types of emergencies by area would be a useful thing so you don't have to get met office alerts, covid/nhs alerts and news alerts separately! sure! but that is literally not what this is at all. it's not by area and it's not opt in. or at all voluntary. that's just defending a bad idea because you can imagine a nonexistent better version of it. i can imagine nonexistent better versions of lots of things.

-this is a government that have quite literally never cared about public safety or health and in fact often make a point of endangering it. just. in general.

#'it's good for tsunamis!' bestie we haven't had one of those of any note for 8000 years #not 800. #8 thousand #anyway you can stop simping for higher gov control now thanks #little bit weird of you to do that tbh

[starlight-vixen-emiko]

Bunny!Viperion AU - Unfinished

ao3 ff.net

Just when things couldn't get more stressful for Luka, he lost his bracelet and Sass and couldn't patrol with the other heroes today.

Just last week, a giant marshmallow peep Akuma nearly put all of Paris in peril, so Master Fu told the young heroes to do more patrols.

The mysterious mastermind behind all these Akuma attacks seemed hellbent on making Easter the most dreadful holiday of the year, and God only knew what Akuma was coming next. After all this, Luka just had to lose Sass!

But Luka didn't have time to sit on the sidelines when everyone could be attacked on Easter while they were having fun, so he had to improvise.

Against his better judgment, he sneaked into Master Fu's house and decided to "borrow" another kwami. But it appeared that a certain kwami with fluffy white bunny ears chose him first.

The bunny kwami could give the user the ability to make time burrows. She recognized Luka as Sass's Master and almost encouraged him to choose her.

But Luka was interested in something other than borrowing Bunnyx's pesky kwami.

Maybe Trixx, the fox kwami, would be more viable since Sass wasn't just the kwami he was connected to but also one of his dearest friends.

But the little bunny kwami insisted and glared at him.

And as much as Luka wouldn't be a pushover, the bunny kwami activated the transformation sequence without his command. Luka fell to his knees and grunted, and the bunny kwami snickered in amusement. Then Luka finally managed to look himself in the mirror,

He thought he looked absolutely ridiculous! The blue highlights in his hair were more defined, but dressing up as a white and blue striped bunny wasn't his usual style.

"Get used to it, Master! You said you wanted to make sure Easter was safe for everyone!" The bunny kwami cried.

Luka clenched his teeth.

"This isn't what I meant!"

~~~~~

Although Luka had to admit burrowing was slightly more efficient than transporting in and out, he wanted to avoid patrolling looking like this!

Besides, everything was normal. Children played in the park and enjoyed the nice weather while vendors sold snacks and balloons. Chat Noir was swaggering himself out while entertaining the kids.

Luka was disgusted that Chat Noir was doing the annual "Let's see how many marshmallow peeps can fit in this bad kitty's mouth!"

Yup! Everything was 100% normal.

"Don't let your guard down, master!" Cried the bunny kwami.

Luka scoffed, but once again, the bunny kwami was playing backseat driver and caused a burrow to manifest under him, which he fell into.

When Chat Noir was done with the marshmallow peep-eating contest, he helped give out balloons to the children. He nearly fell over and lost all the balloons when a boy in a bunny suit appeared before him. All the children were in shock too and sadly, Luka couldn't escape this.

"Whoa! Are you a new hero, mister?" Asked one of the children.

"Your bunny suit is really cute," another child said.

Luka couldn't bring himself to say anything, but Chat Noir smiled sheepishly and tried to change the subject.

"Haha! Yeah! He's helping me right now, kids, but can you kids go and make a few sand castles? I need to speak with my colleague."

"Ok Chat Noir!"

Thankfully, the children did just that. Some were curious and enchanted by Luka's adorable bunny costume, but they followed Chat Noir's orders. They would probably be able to spend time with the new bunny hero later anyway…

Luka blushed and looked away. "Thanks for that Chat…"

Chat Noir blinked. "Have we met dude?"

Luka had the most unpleasant look as he brushed the sand off him from his landing. "No…"

But Chat couldn't help but get a closer look at him, and it all clicked.

"Wait…..Viperion???"

Luka slapped his forehead, and Chat Noir had to use all his power not to laugh.

"Bro, what the hell?" Chat Noir gaped. "Should I ask?"

Luka gave Chat Noir the abridged version about how he lost Sass and how the bunny kwami hijacked him.

"Oh! I see…" Chat Noir stroked his chin, but then he gave Viperion a thumbs-up in approval. "Well, you look good Vivi! You never looked better!"

"Shut up!" Bunny Viperion deadpanned.

Chat Noir again decided to smooth things over by placing his hand on Viperion's shoulder.

"No really Vi, it's as if the Universe called you for this. Besides, the kids will adore you for the Easter events."

Viperion rolled his eyes. And Chat Noir placed his fist on his chest.

"Really, Vi, being a hero is more than just punching stuff. It's community service."

Viperion sighed. But Chat Noir couldn't help but notice something.

"See! The girls are helping out too!"

Viperion thought he was going to have a heart attack. Yes, the girls were here, Mylene, Rose, and Juleka. Alya, Kagami, and Viperion was horrified to see Marinette here as well.

Viperion just wanted to burrow himself into a mountain and hide, but on the upside, Marinette would probably not even recognize him.

"Ok, if you are not up for this, then maybe you should leave quickly and get yourself a different kwami; I got this place handled," Chat Noir said.

Little did both boys know that Marinette was heading over, and a familiar-looking boy in a stylish blue and white bunny costume caught her eye.

Marinette wasn't expecting the hero of the bunny miraculous to show up today. But she supposed it was fitting because it was Easter. Then again, she remembered her notes and knew the bunny miraculous hero creates time burrows. And she didn't remember the bunny miraculous hero being a boy with highlights in his hair and eyes like jewels. Wait a moment…

Marinette couldn't contain herself and ran over to the familiar boy.

"Viperion???"

Viperion and Chat Noir both winced, and Viperion thought that if the Universe was messing with him, this wasn't just a bad comedy but a cruel joke!

But Viperion could not turn away when he saw Marinette Dupain-Cheng happily running toward him. Instead of the beautiful artist girl being flustered by his heroic persona, it was his turn to be absolutely flustered. She was still as sincere as ever as she stopped before him and smiled, looking enchanted.

"Viperion, you didn't tell me you would be here today. And dressed up as the bunny hero as well. You look so cute!"

"I…" Viperion said.

Chat Noir was stuck in the middle, watching how this romantic comedy would play out.

"I was required to use the bunny Miraculous today," Viperion swallowed. "Because Easter!" he blurted.

Marinette grabbed her sketchbook out of her tote bag and started to sketch. "Well, you look absolutely adorable. I love it so much!"

Viperion blushed and quickly placed his hand over his lips.

"Wait!" Marinette cried as she swapped her sketchbook for her phone. "May I please get a photo?"

"Um…" Viperion blushed. "I would like that, Marinette."

"Yay!"

Chat Noir blinked in response.

But Marinette was over the moon taking pictures of the adorable bunny hero. Viperion actually managed to genuinely smile. And a cheeky Chat Noir photobombed one of the photos.

"Marinette! Please help us out! Don't ditch us, girl!" Alya cried from a distance.

Marinette giggled as she slipped her photo back into her bag. "Thank you so much, Viperion! I need to head back to work now, but I am so happy you'll be with us for the event."

Marinette's friends called her again. Marinette ran off, but not before turning back at Viperion, waving, and heading back to the girls.

Viperion waved back as he watched her go. Chat Noir walked up to him and gave him a smug grin.

"So, did you change your mind, Bunny bro?"

Viperion's teeth clenched at the thought, but now he felt his obligation as a hero kicking in.

"Fine!" Viperion cried. "I'll do it for Miss Dupain-Cheng!"

And then Viperion's ears nearly blew out when Chat Noir set off a party popper.

"That's the spirit!"

#Happy Easter! #lukanette #pro lukamari #vipernette #my writing #my fanfiction

[bullet-prooflove]

Stars Align - Jubal Valentine x Reader

Tagging: @crazy4chickennuggets @kmc1989 @oureternalbond  @trublu2u @greenies-green @darqchilddaydreamz @proceduralpassion @burningpeachpuppy @evee87 @delightfulheroshoeflap @iworldlywriter @helsinkibaby

How they met...

Jubal knows you’re the devil as soon as he meets you.

Nikki Delphino, an arms dealer with ties to Daniel Moreno, the man he’s hunting. The one who murdered two federal agents during the hijacking of the guns you’re currently trying to sell.

You have a body made for sin, eyes that promise a good time and lips so fucking kissable Jubal knows he’s going to spend the whole night fantasising about them. The red lipstick doesn’t help, it’s bright and glossy, something from the Dior collection. He knows because he watched you reapply it in the car before you gave him directions to the makeshift gun range where you bring your clients. He wants to run his thumb over your lower lip, smear it across your mouth.

He shouldn’t be attracted to you. You’re an arms dealer, you peddle weapons of mass destruction, the kind of shit that results in kids laying shot up on the street but there’s just something about you, he can’t quite out his finger on.

He’s always had an interest in the darker, more dangerous side of things. There’s never been the opportunity to explore it, he’s kept it locked away in a little box somewhere deep inside of him. However, when he looks at you, that part of him wants to come out and play.

You’re dressed in a black, sequined mini dress with a hem that teases along the tops of your thighs, black tights and ankle boots. There’s a leather jacket slung over the top, giving you a more dangerous edge. He thinks he catches a glimpse of lace as the dress rides up just a little and it sends a thrill of excitement rushing through his veins because he realises, they aren’t tights, their stockings. He wonders if there’s a garter belt attached.

You stand in front of the wooden crates; one is already open. He can see the brand-new assault rifles stacked on top of one another like toys. Your fingertips trail across the barrel of the first gun, there’s a sensuality to your motions, one that he greatly appreciates. You pick up the rifle, checking it over before selecting one of the magazines and loading it with a sharp snap.

Dangerous and beautiful, it’s a deadly combination.

You take aim at the mannequin in the opposite end of the range. It’s clad in a weathered ‘Frankie Says Relax’ t-shirt. He reviews your stance as you take up position, smooth movements, almost tactical. You’ve been trained he thinks, by who he has no clue. He makes a note to look into it.

When you fire it’s in a neat, tight cluster, centre mass.

“You hate Frankie Goes to Hollywood?” He asks you, the left side of his mouth pulling up into an amused smile.

“It belonged to an ex-boyfriend.” You tell him, setting down the rifle.

“I guess he’s lucky you didn’t put a couple of bullets in him.” He states watching as you remove the magazine and set it alongside the gun.

“Who says I didn’t?” You ask, your eyes flickering up to meet his under those long pretty lashes.

Something else to look into, he thinks, something to leverage during your interrogation.

“So.” You say, your palms coming to rest upon the table. The action pushes your breasts together, his gaze slips just for a second before you tip your head and meet his eyes. “See something you like?”

His cheeks colour before he lets out laugh.

“Yea.” He smiles. “I do.”

You both know he’s not just talking about the guns. That smile you give him; he thinks that you must feel it too. There’s been a chemistry between the two of you since he made contact in the club. In another world, maybe it would have worked.

One night with you, it would have been chaos. Dark, erotic and deeply satisfying. He knows you would have ruined him. He allows himself a second to fantasise, he imagines stripping off that dress in a hotel room somewhere, those bright red lips of yours leaving a pathway of marks down his body until you’re kneeling before him.

It can never happen, he knows that. He’s a federal agent after all and you’re an arms dealer but a man can dream.

“I’ll take the entire shipment.” He tells you crouching down to pick up the black holdall by his feet. He lifts it onto the table, placing it alongside the assault rifle. He unzips the bag, and you reach inside sifting through the cash, surveying the amount.

“Alright. We have a deal.” You say, your dexterous fingers zipping up the bag. “Where do you want them dropped off?”

It’s at that moment that all hell breaks loose. His team erupts through the doors, the chorus of FBI erupting through the room. To your credit you barely flinch, you simply incline your head towards him as you raise your hands.

“Such a pity.” You tut. “We could have had something.”

“I guess it wasn’t in the stars.” He tells you as Scola snaps the handcuff onto your wrist, guiding your hands behind your back.

“We’ll see.” You say with that knowing smile of yours. “I have a feeling they’ll align again.”

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[bibbibib]

Peeta and his dad

So, we know Katniss is quite fond of Peeta's father, Mr. Mellark. She calls him kind and has evidence for it: the trades he makes with her (she goes to him and not his wife), the generous trade he makes to Gale on the morning of Reaping day, the way he comes to visit her in the Justice Building, bringing her cookies and promising he'll look after Prim.

At the same time, when talking about Peeta's home life, we mainly focus on his mother. People have long been putting two and two together and saying Peeta's dad must have been passive and complacent, failing to protect his child(ren) from her abuse. But we don't talk that much about how Peeta feels about him. And there are enough clues in the text.

First of all, let me start by saying I believe Peeta loved his family and cared about them, even though their relationship wasn't the healthiest and was very complicated. We know he gets angry when he's left out of Haymitch and Katniss' plans during the Victory Tour, because "he also has people he cares about to protect". He visits his family after he moves out - we know that from CF. When he comes back from his captivity in the Capitol, he asks why they haven't come to see him. He mourns them by the ashes of the home they all shared, and, in his hijacked state, blames Katniss for their deaths.

However, apart from the memories form when he was very young, Peeta, who we rarely hear talk about his family in the first place, doesn't have many positive things to say about his dad. The boy who once wondered why a woman would prefer a miner to his father now just talks about the weather with him, when he and Katniss pass by the bakery in CF. Peeta doesn't have qualms for mentioning, on live TV, the story about his dad and Katniss' mom, even when his own mother is now going to find out what her husband told her son, with whatever repercussions for him. When Katniss tells him about the cookies, he's surprised, and one thing he says is how he thinks his father always wanted a girl.

I think Peeta, in the first book especially, was finally angry with his father for failing to protect him. His mother wasn't the only one he blamed. Later, with the confidence he gained after the first Games, with moving out of his family home and having new connections to other people he loved, he might have been strong enough to say it is what it is and move on. But 16-year-old tribute Peeta, sure that these are his final days, would only get surly when mentioning both his parents, except from the time he told a story that embarrassed them.

#peeta mellark #peeta's dad #mr mellark #peeta's family #analysis #thg #the hunger games

[cancer121419]

@hijack-week Hijack Summer Week: Day 6 (29/7) R/PNAU

Hiccup swore to god. If he had known who responsible for weather report, he would kill them instantly. Jackson Overland had been his neighbor for years, but they never talked. Simply bc they were two different people who weren’t meant for each other. But when you were late for school, and your neighbors had only one rain coat. Hiccup didn’t hv much options other than piggy back the nerd and rush to school together or he could just walk to school under the heavy rain. Which he prefer the first option than the second anytime.

#jack frost #rotg #rise of the guardians #httyd #hiccup #hiccup horrendous haddock iii #hijack #how to train your dragon #R/PNAU #pnau #jackycup #hijack week summer 2022 #hijack week 2022 #hijack week