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knowlesian · 2 years

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like the research nerd i am, i decided to get together all the evidence (aka: all the scenes where izzy and ed talk about death, stede’s or otherwise, since you always need the whole data set on this kind of thing to sort out the answer) to try to suss out if the text tells us whether izzy knows about ed’s fine line on killing.

just to make it easy on myself, i’ll start with breaking down the scenes first, in order from e3-6.

e3 -

- izzy asks if “we” should attack/kill/feed to the sharks stede and co; this could imply ed would take part, but it could also mean the rest of the crew sans ed, so inconclusive.

e4 -

- the talking tough way ed mentions the spaniards dying seems a bit odd if izzy knows ed never kills directly/feels morally weird about the subject, but also inconclusive.

- “what’s the plan”/“the ushze” conversation about the revenge’s crew is again on the ambiguous end; it doesn’t really give us much on who would be doing the executing.

- until a little later! when izzy casually orders ivan and fang to kill the crew for him. this doesn’t give us much re: ed, but it does show izzy offloads his own killing as well and isn’t the Ship Executioner as a matter of course.

- during their first conversation about stealing stede’s identity ed implies he’ll be doing the killing, and izzy doesn’t appear to assume otherwise/show any surprise or shock ed would break a decades-long rule.

(which to me is the first potentially slam dunk piece of evidence: the natural response to finding out something like that would be anything but easy acceptance, if izzy was aware this would be the severest of breaks in pattern for ed. it’s like... we all have that one friend who orders the same thing every single time they go to a restaurant, and if they ever switch it up people go OH SHIT, THO. this is more than that— this is like a lifelong vegan ordering a whole rack of ribs without warning. essentially: when you know somebody’s rock-solid established patterns and they up and break one, you don’t go yeah sure okay. i have no shock.)

e5 -

- ed tells fang to kill the french captain for him and again there’s no shock or indication this is unusual, so it’s definitely not just izzy doing ed’s killing either way.

e6-

- opens with izzy’s internal monologue that after two weeks of spending 24/7 living up each other’s assholes he’s “beginning to suspect” ed himself isn’t going to kill stede. which seems odd, if izzy has any idea ed doesn’t kill— why would he be surprised ed’s getting cold feet at all? and if it took him two weeks to be like, wait. ed’s maybe NOT gonna kill this guy??? even though he knew killing was a line for ed, that seems a weird way to say that/approach this situation.

(on a formatting note: the fact that this is the single moment of internal thoughts given as voiceover/monologue on the series— eta, forgot about mary! overall point stands, but accuracy!!! refining arguments is always best. this is also interesting since stede’s narration is given via his narration to lucius in-world which makes mary and izzy the unreliable/reliable no in-world explanation for the monologuing pair, anyway back to the action— and worth thinking deeper about. the writers made sure to establish even in the privacy of his own head, izzy isn’t thinking to himself anything but ‘huh. maybe ed... isn’t going to do it????’ and that it took him literally two weeks to suss out ed’s flirting, not getting ready to do a murder.

they also juxtapose the monologue with ed being obviously flirty and enjoying himself— so obviously that Fang and Ivan can see it— so on the emotional intelligence/reading the room and seeing things he doesn’t want to see side: if izzy’s been with ed for years and it took him two weeks to notice ed was playing footsie vs plotting murder, that’s another mark against the idea that he can read ed like a book.)

- then we get a direct line into the scene where izzy tells ivan and fang ed is for sure gonna kill stede, he promised. so unless we’re meant to take away that izzy is aware this would be huge for ed and is simultaneously not running cover/setting up things to pressure ed before he ever offers to do it himself (or even thinks he’ll have to!) this feels like more evidence he has no idea. (because the use of internal monologue just told us izzy isn’t lying to ivan and fang here: he 100% expects ed to do it, and not that he’ll want or need izzy to step in.)

- which leads into izzy bringing ivan and fang in to push ed. (and being a bit of an unreliable narrator once again, as he speaks for ivan and fang despite the earlier scene where they push back on him and don’t agree with his desire move ed along.) if we read in that izzy knows ed doesn’t kill, this positions izzy as the kind of skilled manipulator that just doesn’t scan with the rest of what we see from him. the kind of sneaky/fucked up you have to be to know ed’s line here and only implicitly threaten that image while also bringing in fang to remind ed about the dog doesn’t fit with izzy’s blaring sirens/neon sign mode of persuasion. izzy sort of just says FUCKIN DO THE FUCKIN THING I WANT! FUCK!!! he’s not a sneak around corners dude. if izzy 100% thinks ed kills people then this is a scene of him getting more and more impatient about annoying foot dragging.

- then we get to: “i’ll happily end it.” / “no, it’s my mess. i’ll do it.” izzy only volunteers to kill stede for ed after two weeks of waiting and after pulling in ivan and fang and still getting nothing, and again he expresses no surprise or doubt at ed’s continued promises he doesn't need the assist, either verbally or physically.

(this is also the only time izzy offers to kill for edward, in the entire run of the show, outside “you’re not doing this. so i must” before the duel begins. izzy says over and over he absolutely expects ed to kill and isn’t assuming it would be hard or a break from pattern, and only once in ten whole episodes offers to do it for him. these are very careful writers: i can’t imagine this is a mistake.)

- this is immediately followed in the same conversation by izzy saying “send him to doggy heaven” as a followup to the offer which... again, as ever, makes me die laughing. but also shows us: izzy still has zero real doubts ed himself is gonna do this, and has once again not acted like somebody who thinks this is hard for ed, or a change in pattern. he offered, but by the end of the conversation izzy is back to: yeah, of course ed will do it.

so, my baseline argument: just given what we see in the text, it seems far more likely izzy doesn’t know ed doesn’t kill.

it’s either that or he’s somehow aware but not in any way confused/shocked/even vaguely suspicious that ed is changing this long-held rule out of nowhere, and is comfortable using it against ed despite knowing in a way that positions him as more of a manipulator and not just a guy trying to hurry ed along and get rid of stede, already.

beyond that izzy never mentions ed’s choice not to directly kill a single time, even in his own brain or when telling ed he wishes he was dead in the finale; it seems a huge writing oversight to leave that out, if izzy is trying to provoke ed and/or prove his worth while enforcing what he assumes is ed’s natural state. if izzy understands ed is not actually that legend and in fact uses the legend to keep people from noticing what’s behind it on a practical level, shoving the legend in his face and saying it’s all ed is doesn’t scan.

and what’s more, we know ed has put on a good pirate show. he’s cut off toes before, he's maimed people, and he takes parts in raids just like everybody else: to be blunt, there are a hell of a lot of ways to hurt people reeeeeal bad without directly killing them. if you shoot or stab or whack somebody real hard and leave them there and they die like, twenty minutes later when you’re already gone, that suits ed’s definition of not killing just fine. there’s a lot of hard to notice ground between ‘leaves to die’ and ‘doesn’t kill’.

which leads me into the human nature argument, and the fact that the show establishes ed is the kind of person who thinks about how to conjure and use fear to control people, and thus needs to understand people in order to accurately assess their fears. on ed’s side, if you make yourself known to be the sort of man who cuts off poor bastards’ toes for a laugh or sets ships aflame and all that, people don’t ask themselves: wait, does this guy kill people though?

it’s part of why we have the whole ‘but he seemed like such a nice/quiet/etc guy!’ trope whenever somebody does some fucked up shit. most people don’t notice a lot happening around them, because they aren’t looking for it and don’t expect to see it. people fail to notice things on the scale from infidelity to a serial murder habit in their intimate circles alllll the time.

and then on izzy’s side, we are shown a real lack of emotional intelligence and/or social observational skills over and over. it takes him two whole weeks to even begin to suspect ed doesn’t want to kill stede at all, he can’t really improvise or adapt to any sort of situation that breaks with his expectations of how things should go, he can’t manage the crew the second ed isn’t around (pre-canon and in canon) or tell a mutiny is brewing even though everyone but pete disappears to go plan it, he can’t stop said mutiny once in progress, etc etc etc.

he’s also built up an image of ed that isn’t about who ed actually is, and then built his own career and image around being Blackbeard’s First Mate. we really have to think of things from izzy’s perspective: blackbeard is a legendary pirate, izzy came into his service when he was already a legend, and izzy’s concepts of the world do not seem to include “it’s cool if you don’t like to kill people”. we are given absolutely zero evidence izzy would consider that anything but a sign of horrifying weakness, and lots of evidence he thinks ed is someone who does kill.

given all the evidence, everything we know of izzy’s character and how he processes the world/ed, and the fact that these are very good writers who know human nature and how to craft a story, i would say with a fair amount of certainty it’s more likely izzy has no idea ed draws that line.

#ofmd spoilers #my ofmd meta #(ish)#from a writer pov that bathtub scene is weird if ed's verbalized this before #and izzy is not... like this man cannot read ed #ed can read izzy! not so much the other way around #if izzy knows ed doesn't kill his shit with fang and ivan and not expecting ed to ask him is weird and/or terrible #i just do not see it #also if izzy knows: why not throw it in his face when he's willing to say 'i should havelet them kill you'#and why have so many versions of izzy expecting ed to kill with no reservations #and one single offer?#i feel like people are missing the forest for one single tree on this one ngl #i get why that assumption was made! but the evidence doesn't bear it out #even in the privacy of his own head izzy assumes ed will kill with ease #and if he knows ed doesn't kill... that just doesn't scan

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luveline · 10 months

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jadey baby i love roan smmmm , pls pls pls write something where r steps in when eddie forgets to mention muffins for moms day at school , she still shows up & ed being worried abt roan also shows up thinking no one would be there but R ALREADY IS SO HE JOINS

thank you for your request lovely! i changed it a little but I hope you still enjoy! eddie and roan —formerly single dad!eddie forgets to tell you about your (not quite) step-daughter’s mommy event, but you pull through.

Eddie is so dead. He's so dead. You're gonna kill him, and then Roan's heartbreak is gonna kill him, and then Wayne might kill him too (though Wayne might laugh at him, actually).

Fuck, he's a shit dad.

Okay, he's not a shit dad, and he can fix it.

He's literally elbow deep in an engine when he realises what day it is today. He's had the flyer on the dashboard of his car for three weeks, every day meaning to bring it in to show you and everyday forgetting. He doesn't even stop to think about why he might not have seen the flyer yesterday night or this morning, yanking his hands out of the engine and shoving the greased torque wrench into Leonard's chest.

Wayne lifts his head from a welding job, mask in place, shouting to be heard over the noise of the shop, "Where's the fire?"

"It's Muffins with Moms," Eddie says, "and I forgot to tell Y/N and I've never missed one before."

"Do you have muffins?" Wayne asks.

"Um, no, but I can get through without it, right?" he asks in a rush, digging for his keys in the fishbowl. "They feel sorry for me because I'm a single dad."

"You're not a single dad."

"But I was!" he yells as he sprints out of the shop. The car ride is a blur (but he's not a bitch so he doesn't speed), and he barely has time to wipe himself down with a rag and some spit before he's jogging up to the elementary school.

It's quiet in the reception where he signs in and the hallway down to Roan's classroom, so he can hear the excitement a mile away. He feels disgustingly sorry for himself but a thousand times worse for his girl, imagining her sitting all by herself as the other kids eat cake with their moms.

The door is open. No one notices him when he comes in, everyone's having too much fun. He scans for Roan with his heart in her throat, expecting her sat at a table in the corner by herself, an uneaten cupcake in front of her and God, he's breaking his own heart—

He doesn't find her alone, because she's standing off to one side with you.

You pour juice into a cup for her and then yourself before putting it down. Roan raises her plastic cup, her smile a million watts, yours not far behind as you pick up your own cup and tap them together.

"Cheers," you say happily.

Roan presses her lips together. If Eddie were closer, he'd be able to hear the humming noise she makes when she's ecstatic. He's felt it a hundred times, sitting chest to chest with her on the couch, outside of the movies and at the carnival. Anywhere she feels loved.

"These are amazing," Stacey P’s mom says, a cupcake in her hands.

"Oh," you say, "thanks so much."

"I need the recipe,” agrees Stacy K’s.

"Sure, sure," you say. You turn to Roan, and the two of you try not to laugh.

You're no cupcake connoisseur, Eddie can guess exactly what convenience store they came from.

He doesn't need to be there, and he doesn't want to make a spectacle, so he leaves with his head ducked and a huge thrumming feeling in his heart before you can see him, the kind of love that can't be tamped down for anything. He rubs his fist into his hand.

He heads back to the shop and an hour later you call him, demarcated by a, "Call for baby Munson!"

"Hello?" he asks, pinning the phone between his shoulder and his ear.

"Hi, handsome, it's only me. I'm just making sure you know you're not picking Roan up today, 'cos it was that coffee morning thingy at school, you know the one?" You sound like you're just raring to tell him what exact coffee morning it was. He indulges you.

"Moms and muffins?" he asks.

"Moms and muffins!" you shout under your breath, adding a roaring sound like there's a crowd backing you up. "I'm a mom and we ate so many muffins, it's sickening. And– I'll tell you when you get home."

"No, tell me now," Eddie says.

"You should have seen her face," you say, your excitement melding to a tender love. "I don't think she wanted to believe I was coming just in case I didn't. But she looked like she was going to cry the second I walked in, and she hugged me for ten minutes. I had to carry her to a chair. Eddie," —you must be smiling on the other side, he can hear it— "I love doing mom stuff. I love– I love her."

Eddie wipes his forehead, grinning with you. "Thank you, sweetheart. For everything. I'm fucking stoked, seriously."

“She really didn’t know what to do with me at first, almost like she loved me but she didn't know me? She hasn’t ever been that shy with me, when we first met she was my clinger, right? We were fast friends. So it was really weird for me, to have her be like that, and she’s not the only kid without a mom in her class but I think everyone just felt so–? Like, I don't know, they had a small presentation at the front with the kids and they didn’t even ask her to get up, which was good, because she really shut down on me.”

“She’s done it before,” he says.

“Yeah?”

“Her tantrums weren’t always so loud,” he says. He’d explain it to you if it felt pressing, but he can tell you the rest tonight. The gist of it is that before Roan learned to yell, she’d worry Eddie by becoming almost despondent in overwhelming situations. “Baby, I really, actually think she was that happy she just didn't know what to do with herself.”

Your breathing sounds loud in the receiver, but it isn’t upset. “I think so too. I tried, um, our strategy? Asking her what was wrong, what we could do to feel better, but it wasn’t really working, so I stole your thing. Sorry! But it worked.”

“My thing?”

“You know, when she’s had a big meltdown and she’s not getting her way, and you just talk to her about her.”

That makes it easier to picture. Eddie will sit Roan in his lap, his daughter heavy like dead weight when she’s not feeling good, and he’ll tell her anything as long as it’s about her. Like, when you were a baby, you had this thing called colic, which means you would cry and cry for hours and there was nothing grown ups could do, and the only thing that made it better was if I blew cold air in your ear really soft, like this.

Eddie can see it, Roan slouched in your lap with her arms around you, your hand covering the back of her head from everything as you told her some story of her life. You must have hundreds by now, things she doesn’t fully remember anymore. One time you saw me in the store and ditched your dad to say hello. One time you hid my shoes behind your back so I couldn’t go home. One time you got up on the kitchen table and made me sing Rockerfeller with you, and when your dad joined in you threw a Capri-Sun at him.

“What did you tell her?” he asks.

“I told her about the day we met.”

Eddie licks his lips, nodding, wondering if he should cry. If he hadn't proposed already, this would be a good shove in that direction. “Second luckiest day of my life.”

“She liked the story. She asked me if she really went on our first date. So I'll be honest, I got super cheesy and told her I wouldn't change a thing.”

“So you lied to her?” He laughs. “You wouldn’t make me a lean, mean, money machine?”

“I wouldn’t change a thing,” you reaffirm happily.

“How’d you even know about Muffins and Moms? I never showed you the flyer, forgot all about it."

“I saw it when I was looking for my prescription in your glove compartment.”

He’s half-expecting you to ask, Why? Was I not supposed to go? All panicked and worried you've overstepped. He knows he’s doing something right when you don’t.

“I meant to mention it but you were so tired I forgot,” you continue. “Maybe we’ll get takeout and nap when you come home?”

“Sounds nice.” Eddie’s about to sign off. “Wait, you’re home already?”

“Yeah, they let us take the kids home early too.”

“Ro’s with you? Where is she?”

“She’s already at the napping part, right here in my lap. Want me to wake her up?”

Eddie smiles. “No, don’t wake her up. Just give her a kiss for me. I’ll be home in a half hour, tops.”

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 1 year

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I'll give you wings so you can fly

requested: Can you please write a story where reader is temporary blind and Azriel takes care of her?

warnings: blood, injuries, loss of vision, trauma, scars, mention of potential rape.

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Azriel saved you. In the midst of absolute madness. A pool of blood. He heard a heartbeat. Faint and slow but still trying to claw its way out of this chaos. He moved the same way he moved the night he saved Gwyn. He had a mission: to rescue a drowning soul. Cassian was scanning the room himself. The sanctuary was supposed to be a safe space. Was supposed to. That wasn't the case. And now more than the first time, Azriel was mad. Both at Rhys for not ensuring the safety of the priestesses and equally as much at himself for not seeing it through quicker and for not stopping it before it was set in motion.

Azriel's boots were soaked in blood, but then again, most of his body was, so he didn't pay it much attention. "There's nothing on this side," Cassian said, voice echoing in the now-completely silent room. "Check the back room. I'll finish up here," Azriel said firmly before continuing his journey to the said heartbeat. The male dreaded the moment he was going to find a lifeless body and would have to hold it till the last beat of the heart. Azriel had lost count of the times he had waved a soul goodbye. Had been that last straw someone clung to in their dying minutes. It weighed on the spymaster's shoulders, but then again, if that was all he could offer at that moment and if it was in some way enough, he was okay with it.

Azriel pushed aside broken furniture pieces until his eyes landed on you. You were drenched in blood, making it hard for Azriel to make out your features. "I've got you," the spymaster said as he kneeled and carefully pulled your hand from beneath the fallen table. "It's going to be okay," he mumbled, even if Azriel wasn't sure if it was going to be okay. Considering the heavily bleeding gash on your left side where his eyes landed next and the cut that ran across your forehead. The gash looked deep. Someone must have tried to kill you with a blow to the head but, surprisingly, failed.

Azriel pressed his hands down on the wound for a moment while his mind wondered. Watching your eyes twitching, your ripped clothes barely covering your skin. "Th-ey... tri-ed," you croaked out. Hardly were they words, let alone understandable ones, but Azriel nodded his head. "I know... but it is all okay. They will not hurt you now," the shadow singer said softly, ripping the side of his shirt off and wrapping it tightly around your middle, trying to slow down the bleeding even a little bit more.

You started muttering words under your breath. Azriel couldn't make any of them out. He knew he had to wait for Cassian to return, but every moment you spent here drew you closer and closer to your death bed. So without any more hesitation, the spymaster scooped you up in his arms before he winnowed away. Leaving Rhys to get Cassian back home.

There were no more survivors. You were the only one who had escaped the invasion of the sanctuary. Madja nearly fell to her knees when Azriel kicked the door to her clinic open. Death. They could both smell death lingering. Peaking through the corner and reaching for your soul. To claim it. To take you under and away from this world.

"Should I get Rhys for the pain?", Azriel questioned as he pressed both of his palms to your wound. Madja only shook her head as she mixed up different salves in a hurry, "Too late for that, she doesn't feel anything." Those words made Azriel's stomach twist. It couldn't be too late to save you yet. He couldn't have failed yet again.

Hours. Azriel had been there for hours. Watched Madja drains her energy almost to the last drops as she tried to heal you. Let the healer channel her power through Azriel when her legs started to give out. The spymaster was worried. More than ever before, and not just for you. Madja had been like a second mother to all of them. Even if they bickered back, they loved her and the way she would pinch their cheeks while greeting them.

With a supportive hand, Azriel watched the light from Madja's hands seeping through your skin, till the healer's body slumped in the Illyrian's hands. "Can't do anything else", she muttered, bracing herself on Azriel, "Now it's all up to her if she survives it". Azriel nodded, guiding the healer to the back room, where he draped the blanket over her drained body as tiredness took over her. The spymaster was back on the table you laid on in less than a heartbeat. The bleeding had stopped, and your heartbeat sounded much more steady. Azriel reached for the herbal water, dipping a cloth into it before gently rubbing it into your blood-tinged skin, washing away the last traces of tonight.

You looked so innocent. Your face screamed young purity to him. And now Azriel was left wondering if the males who invaded the sanctuary had raped you the way they had done with the other females. But there weren't many forceful bruises on your skin. Besides the gash on your side and the cut on your hand, the rest of your body seemed somewhat unharmed. Yet he couldn't be sure until you told him so yourself.

Azriel didn't sleep that night. He both couldn't and feared to. So he pulled a chair closer to where you were lying and sat down. Eyes never leaving you. The way your chest rose and fell. He felt the need to be the first one you were going to see once you woke up. He had to be the one. The one to reassure you that you were safe. The one to tell you that you had nothing to fear. But that didn't come for weeks. Madja comforted Azriel that it was mostly the cause of the concussion. That you were stable and most definitely would wake up sometime soon. That he didn't have to come by multiple times a day to see you. But Azriel still did it. Not sure if it was more for his own sake or your own. But he did.

He was having a conversation with the healer one afternoon. As she once again tried to convince the male that only time and patience were going to show the final result. Then a scream ripped through the clinic, and Azriel was in panic mode straight away. Given that he had only heard you mumble a few words before, he was surprised that his mind instantly recognized your scream. He ripped the door open in a hurry when he saw you on the floor. Weak arms trying to hold up your still-trembling body. You must have tried to stand up and miscalculated the strength you had. He walked towards you, but when your head frantically moved from side to side and your eyes didn't seem to fall on him, Azriel stopped. Madja pushed past him, falling to her knees before you and making you jump in the process.

"I can't... I can't see..", you cried out, fingers moving to run over the valleys of your eyes. "It must be the concoction," Madja said, carefully tilting your head upwards. Moving a finger from side to side. Asking you questions about the amount of light you manage to see, shadows.

"Azriel, do you mind helping her up?", your breathing instantly picked up at the mention of the male name. "Azriel is the one who saved you, dear; he will not harm you," the healer reassured you, turning to Azriel once more. To say that he was worried about approaching you was an understatement. He was terrified. He didn't want to harm you.

"I will touch your hand, and if you feel like it, you can hold onto it." Azriel's voice was soft and familiar. You heard it the night of the invasion. Lulling you out of the share panic. You had heard it all of those weeks that you had been lying unconscious. It circled in your brain every day. The touch was soft and gentle. You flinched slightly but almost immediately wrapped your fingers over a much larger palm. You felt what seemed like scars all over it, but at that moment, you didn't care much for it. Your other hand blindly searched for the man's forearm as you inched closer to him.

"Easy there, love," Azriel warned you carefully, "You have twenty-two stitches on your left side." Even if you had spent weeks lying unconscious, Azriel was still scared that the wound would come undone. You moved an inch away, but Azriel carefully wrapped his arm over your lower back, helping you to stand up. You braced one of your hands on his chest for support. Your legs felt like jelly, but you stubbornly tried to hold yourself up. Yet that didn't last long as your body sagged down, only to be caught by Azriel in an instant. "Lay down," the male said, picking you up in his arms once more. "My eyes," you muttered, "Trust me; I'll do everything to make sure you see again."

Rhys offered you a place in the library among the other priestesses, but Azriel denied it. Locking you up in darkness was not a way for you to heal. You listened as the two argued until strong hands embraced your shoulders. In the beginning, Azriel's touches made you shiver. The male was silent. So his touch always carried something unknown with it. Now, before he touched you, he would rub his fingers together gently, alerting you. You didn't talk much, but you had the impression that he had taken it upon himself to keep you safe even though he didn't have to.

Azriel guided you through the door. The warmth and comforting smell of the place hit your senses. You made out different shadows that you assumed were pieces of furniture as you extended your hands forward. "Where are we?", you asked, running your fingers over what appeared to be the edge of a plush sofa. "My mother's house. Stay here for a minute," the male said as he walked past you, and your heart skipped a beat. For what you had learned and what your brain had put together, Azriel was closed off. Personal and professional never mixed. And you were on the professional side. You were the only one who survived. Only you could give him the answers he wanted. Even if he wasn't pushing, you had a feeling that all of this was just so you would get familiar with him, and when his patience ran out, he'd end up getting what he needed. You heard another muffled voice before the door cracked open again, letting more light into the room. A figure approached you, and you instantly moved to back away.

"Oh, sweetie, I...", a lady's voice rang out, making you frown slightly, "She really can't see". At this point, you weren't even sure if any of this was directed toward you. "Mom, let's not rub it in her face more", Azriel's voice almost seemed concerned, but you tried to not let it get to you. Without facial expressions, it was hard to distinguish between different tones at times. "I apologize... I...", the lady carefully took hold of your hands squeezing them, "I haven't seen many people and... Stay as long as you want. Are you hungry? She must be hungry." Azriel let out a sigh as his mother rushed out of the room.

"Let me guide you to your room," the shadow singer said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you walked. It felt calming. His touch always seemed to pull you out of the river of fear. "It has big windows, and you can just walk straight to the garden from it", the spymaster rambled on. Your fingers ran across the walls. Your silence was painful to him. He wished you would talk more. Azriel felt like he was talking so much. Well, more than he was used to, but it was mostly met with shrugs and a sentence here and there if he was lucky. Madja had stopped him on his way out the day he was bringing you up to the house of wind. "She needs care and to feel safe. Her brain might be blocking her vision. Fear can be crippling." And Azriel knew what she meant. He felt the level of fear that seemed to make him freeze. Just Azriel couldn't bring himself to speak in moments like this. His voice would disappear, and all he could do was stand there. Most took that as him trying to appear threatening while, in reality, he was nothing but mortified.

"Sorry for my mom, she's", Azriel found himself explaining until he felt your hand on his shoulder. "I'm the one who took over her home," "You didn't take over anything. I wanted you to come here, and so did she." You wondered if he warned her ahead of time that he would be bringing a freak. You moved your hand away from him, rubbing your palms together, and Azriel instantly felt the lack of your warmth on his skin. You were thinking. Hard. You seemed to do that when emotions ran high.

"You are safe here. I'll be here with you," standing up, the spymaster reached for you, and you let him take hold of your hands, "I think we can go have a picnic outside; the weather is beautiful today," "Why are you doing this?" Azriel was glad you couldn't see the way his face crinkled in confusion. He hated when people could read it easily. "What do you mean, why am I doing this?" the male questioned, the sad expression on your face breaking his heart. "If you want me to tell you what happened, you can just ask; you don't have to go all this way," you said, moving your arms around and gesturing to the room you stood in. Azriel let out a sigh. "I'm doing this because I can imagine how frightened you are, and I genuinely want to help."

You know that you should just bite your tongue and not push your luck, but it slips out, "It has something to do with your hands, doesn't it?" And now more than ever, even you know what a loud silence means. You hit near home, if not straight at it. Azriel cleared his throat, "My father kept me locked up in a basement for years. I couldn't fly; I could barely move. My brothers put my hands into flames," his last words died down as the memories filled Azriel's mind. You step closer to him, fingers inching behind him until you're met with an unfamiliar texture. Sliding your fingers carefully across the curve of what you assumed was a wing. Azriel hissed, you instantly draw your hand back, holding it closer to your chest.

"No, no, you can touch. They are just... sensitive", the spymaster says, studying your face. The way you bite your lip as your fingers once again reach out for his wings. "I bet your hands are beautiful," you murmur. "Scars like that tell the story of a survivor. I bet you inspire many people. Can you fly?" Your words pierce straight through Azriel's heart. Beautiful? Inspiring? Those weren't the words he was used to hearing in the same sentence as his hands. And the words seemed honest. Like you genuinely meant them. Azriel fluttered his wings carefully so as not to knock anything down in the room. A smile crept onto your face. "A fly around and then the picnic?" Azriel asks, and even before he finishes, you were already nodding your head.

You laughed quietly to yourself as you listened to yet another story Azriel was telling you about his brothers. It had been over a week, and you had started to feel more and more like yourself. Azriel barely left the house, and if he did, his mother was always there keeping you company and baking you sweet treats. Azriel was nothing but attentive. He managed to keep you safe while still giving you enough freedom so you wouldn't feel trapped.

You shared a bed. Only because you kept having nightmares, and after you tripped and fell during your first night here as you tried to find Azriel, he insisted that you two would stay together. You didn't fight that choice because, in all honesty, you needed to feel someone else's presence. Only managing to slip into slumber once Azriel would bring you closer to your chest. Your arms looped around his muscles as you clung to his hand. Azriel's face nestled in the crook of your neck. It felt like peace.

"I'm telling you, he nearly froze off his balls", you let out another bell laugh. The stories from the annual snowball fight never failed to put a smile on your face. "Did he tap out?", you asked, still giggling as you tried to find a slice of bread. Azrie instantly inched forward, took a piece, and dipped it in honey before gently tapping your hand as he handed you the piece. "It's Cassian, of course no", "Well, then he had blue balls quite literally", now it was Azriel who chuckled at your words as he kept a napkin under the piece he handed you so the honey wouldn't drip onto your dress.

It felt easy. Whatever was slowly sparking between the two of you felt easy. Natural even. Even if at times, Azriel tried to deny it, seeing you sitting in his mother's living room as she told you stories about Azriel's childhood felt right. Not to mention that he was now addicted to the feeling of you in his arms at night. The only way he found a peaceful oasis was with you.

The wind carried a light sound of music. There must have been some celebration in the main part of the city. The melody was light but still audible, and you instantly turned your face toward it. Azriel took his time studying your features. The color had returned to your face. The little freckles started to appear the more time you spent in the sun. The gash had scabbed, and now all that was left was a light pink scar that ran across your forehead and down the left side of your face.

"Come up", Azriel pulled at your hands softly, and you instantly frowned, not wanting to go just yet. As if reading your mind, Azriel added, "Dance with me." You let out a light chuckle. "Dance? Azriel, I'm blind", but the spymaster only pressed you closer to him, "Step onto my feet", you looked up, the silhouette of his face in the form of a dark shadow inching over you, "Come on, you won't regret it. I have some moves, believe me." You shook your head quickly as you felt his other hand slip down the small of your back. Letting out a surprised chuckle, as the spymaster spun you around and around. Even Azriel couldn't hold himself from laughing as you happily squealed in his embrace. Both of you unable to remember a time when you were so happy.

You stumbled back home late at night. Still, laughing as Azriel occasionally twirled you around? You had flowers all over your hair. Work of Azriel himself. The bottom of your dress was covered in dirt, and Azriel had ripped his pants, but neither of you cared, shushing one another as you made your way into the house. Azriel eyed his mother's sleeping frame on the sofa, a piece she was still knitting in her hands. He hadn't had a chance to ask her what she was making, but the piece seemed rather tiny. Best to be a glove for Azriel but not a piece of clothing that would fit a grownup.

You let out a giggle from behind him. Trying to find the knob of the door. Azriel moves to help you; that had almost become his second nature. Reaching for the back of the dresser, you carefully start looking for the ribbon to undo your corset. Azriel moves closer to you, carefully leaving a kiss on your shoulder before guiding your hand toward the fabric. "You learned to read my mind", you muttered, making Azriel hum in response, "I just can tell what you need". You turned in the spymaster's embrace so you could face him. You wished you could see him. Even if you traced your fingers over his face countless times. You wished you could see him and know if your imagination was even remotely close to how he looked.

"Well, then, what do I want now?", you inched closer to him. His warm breath hitting your skin, making you shiver. "Can I show inside of tell?", Azriel muttered under his breath, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You eagerly nodded your head as the anticipation started to slowly eat at you. Azriel cupped your cheek softly before leaning in, and his soft lips met yours. A breath got knocked out of your lungs at the sheer amount of fireworks that seemed to explode all inside you. You held onto his torso, scrunching up the material of the shirt he was wearing. The kiss was slow. No trace of rush. Just pure affection and care all poured into it. This male had dragged you out of death. Giving you wings and allowing you to fly again.

You woke up the next morning due to the sharp rays of sunlight hitting your eyes. You blinked a couple of times. Then a couple more and immediately jumped to sit up. Azriel instantly followed suit, hands moving to rub your shoulders as he was about to comfort you over a nightmare. You turned to him in an instant, as if only now realizing that he was also there. Hand coming up to cover your mouth as you let out a quiet sob. Azriel frowned, inching closer to you.

"Love, what's going on?" Azriel's voice was still raspy. You reached your hand to rest on his cheek, and the movement seemed a little too effortless. "I can see you," you muttered, your bottom lip quivering slightly. Azriel gaped at you in surprise. "It's still foggy, but I can see you." You let out another sob, and Azriel pulled you closer to his embrace. Placing kisses on the top of your head, squeezing you a tiny bit closer than most. "You're even prettier than I imagined," you murmured, and Azriel let out a laugh, quickly wiping away some of his tears. You nuzzled closer into his chest, letting a wave of calmness once again reach the depths of your heart.

#azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel acotar #acotar imagine #acotar x reader #azriel imagine

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Okokok but Riddler with an S/O who cannot for the life of them put 2 and 2 together and realize the love of their life is actually a serial killer. Like "Oh yeah Eddie loves riddles and stuff-- what? The Riddler? He could never." "We were both freaking out over killing a spider last week i doubt he's some crazy mastermind" "oh wow you have the same glasses as him. Weird." Like they're not completely dumb but he's just their blindspot or smth even when the evidence is just in their face.

(A/N: Just finished the first week of film school which is why I haven't done any longer imagines yet, but there'll be some for this weekend!! 💚)

IMAGINE...

Being completely oblivious to your boyfriend, Edward Nashton, being the infamous Riddler in the middle of his attacks on Gotham.

"Have you seen the news recently?" your coworker had asked, her phone streaming the channel. "There's a maniac out there killing all the elites. Some kind of Riddler, apparently. Doesn't your boyfriend like riddles?"

"Yeah he does," you'd smiled ad nodded in agreement, the thought of such a sweet but smart man waiting for you at home, probably with another puzzle book to go through and try to get you to join in with. He's ecstatic when you get them right, which is not very often, but even then, Edward's always so adoring. 'You're you,' he's answered many times after you'd brought up his extreme loving behaviour, 'why wouldn't I adore you so?'

"Well, I guess you're fine with it," the coworker shrugged, shutting off her phone with a sigh. "I don't know what to think. I'm no elite, but if there's some terrorist on the loose..."

"I'm sure we'll be fine," you'd told her, so confidently, making your way back to your shared apartment with Eddie. "The Riddler can't be anyone we know, anyway. Edward's just a quiet, lovely person, not some criminal mastermind. Did I tell you what he did for me yesterday?"

"Yeah, um, he made some scavenger hunt in your apartment block that led to a bunch of Polaroid shots of you from random places, a 60s 'angel' card, and a video file without a passcode?"

"He'll probably tell me about it more later on," you specified with a giggle. "Ed's kind of odd, but in an endearing way. I know he loves me. He tells me enough times."

Your coworker smiled slightly. "Well, that's not a bad thing. Look, just stay safe okay?"

"Course."

A man's silhouette stands observantly at a high-up apartment window, murky green eyes scanning the streets, smudged, half-dried blood around his fingers. When your figure's caught by the soft, yellowy lamplights of the streets, he sees it, and grins, stepping back inside and out of sight.

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[ Chapter 5 Storm Approaches]

With all quiet admist Liliths home sirens go off, catching everyone off guard, something they all were not use to except Mario. Mario knows that sound all to well from his time in the service. His sister's are panicking and his cousin AlanaDarkChilde is freaking out thinking they found her. He tells them to try and calm down go to the lower level as he jets out the door with sword in hand. He sees group's of vampire's setting blaze to shop's with Scarlett at the helm.* Get his ass! I want him to feel pain make Mario suffer he gonna learn who the bad bitch is in this city isn't that right lover?! * says Scarlett Just right behind her is his great uncle Marcus Moretti ruthless Vampire one without empathy, morals and conviction. * Well well well look at who is trying to play hero, tell me nephew how does it feel to be the hated one? How's that thirst I bet it feels good doesn't it ? You should try some college co Ed's they taste really good especially inner thighs very scrumptious * says Marcus. Mario scans around him knowing he is in a tight bind , also notices they are dragging families out feeding on them leaving trails of bodies in the path, showing Mario just how powerful Marcus 's covenant is. Mario wastes no time slicing and dicing through droves of vampire's like endless waves, he gets knocked down as his great uncle hits him.* Now let's just see how tough you really are,* says Marcus. Out corner of his eye he sees Gabriella, his sister's and cousin brought forth in front Marcus bites into his sister's and cousin dropping them to the ground, Mario's heart sinks the pain he never felt since his parent's passing relived with what he seen, then Scarlett bites into Gabriella as she smiles at Mario tosses her against a tree. * See your weak nephew your heart makes you weak same thing could be said when I killed your parent's, especially your mother how she begged for her life. Let's go we done enough damage for now let him know sufferage* says Marcus. * Hey lover your flame she tasted so sweet to bad I ended her life* says Scarlett. They scatter off as Lycans roll in , Mario feeling defeated already, he hears a voice. Feed on them now only way to save them. Mario holding his family by him he bites into them to turn and save them. He bites into Gabriella hoping he not to late. He holds Gabriella's lifeless body in his arm's. * I am so sorry please pull through * says Mario. Just when he felt all hope was lost his family regained consciousness all except Gabriella. His family looking on tears down their faces with fear attached. Just as he leans in to kiss Gabriella on the lips as tears steam she awakens by kissing him back softly looking into his eye's. He drives them back to get looked at him not even realizing his own wounds.* You did all you could Mario Marcus isn't easy to battle with and that is just a taste of how he is. I look after the girl's go get washed up we talk soon* says Lilith.

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Fun/terrifying modern AU one shot idea that refuses to be written rn: airport. Just, all of them, getting to the airport for a trip. why? don't think abt it rn, this is abt The Airport Experience solely.

The chaos of it all. Stede and Izzy are there entirely too early, like my levels of early to the airport (Three to four hours early so I can deal with the pre flight horrors period with my anxiety in a timely fashion prior to take off.)

Those two are a guaranteed mess themselves once on the plane because they've been fucking chugging coffee from the airport coffee shop while they wait. This means the misery of an airplane restroom at least once, but what else could they do, they ask.

Not show up so fucking early, per Ed, who despite spending his nights with either or both of them, managed to still be there juuuussst before it would be risking not making the flight. Izzy swears he was awake before he left for the airport, he specifically told Ed to try and stay awake to not be late.

Naturally, and understandably, Ed went back to bed lmaooo.

Jim and Olu arrive the recommended amount of time early, and they're a smooth running machine: bags are already paid for via airline app, dropped off, and e-boarding pass ready to be scanned, with back ups in the form of actual printed boarding passes.

Buttons calls about this time. He got on an earlier flight last night just to see if he could, so he's already at their destination, much to Stede's overall confusion. He understands how, but not why Buttons wanted to do it. But he sounds happy, so.

Everyone else trails in more or less on time, all glad they weren't the last one there (everyone loves Ed but are well aware that crown is his. The man just likes sleeping in, that's not a crime.)

Finally they should be boarding but no, now we're delayed. Fuck the plane needs to be refueled. How much longer?!

asked by Stede who is attempting to wrangle his crew from the airport shopping center, and failing. and also realllly wants to go look himself tbh, it's killing him that he can't go and has to take care of the flight nonsense. But as their leader, he knows he should. However as soon as Izzy volunteers to take over there is a Stede and Ed shaped set of dust as they shoot towards the stores together

Eventually Izzy wanders to them and casually mentions the delay might be longer. a lot longer. Could they just try a different flight tomorrow? (as if Stede's stubborn ass would ever say yes to that)

But no, so it's night time at the airport for everyone. Ed bemoans the idea of being so stuck, because yeah he could go elsewhere in the airport now and at least be slightly entertained, but Stede insisted they go through security after shopping, and he doesn't want to have to do that twice (v valid)

The endless argument over when and what to eat (is anyone willing to get food and then see if security will let them bring it back? the answer from all is No), if at all in case they get called to board asap (this will not happen.) The scrounging together of a meal from the various vending machines. Izzy and Stede finally crashing from the lack of coffee (coffee shop was only set up before security), out cold somehow on the uncomfortable airport seats. Everyone else pondering what if they just carried Stede out really carefully and quietly and rescheduled for another flight.

Then, an option: If they're willing to sit in different sections from one another, they can get everyone on this other flight.

They fucking run to that gate, Stede waking up in confusion tossed over Ed's shoulder. Izzy is not even remotely aware of what's happening either, just yanked up by Ivan and dragged along by the hand lmao. Frenchie and Wee John have everyone's phones and/or paper passes, scanning them in front of the befuddled desk agent before everyone else is even there (do not ever actually do this, this will only work in fiction im like 90 percent sure. I think if they did this irl security would tackle them or some shit)

They're fully in the air before Stede is awake enough to ask if anyone grabbed the pile of carry on bags they'd set near their seats.

Nope. In all the excitement, they did not.

#text post #ofmd ficlet #kind of lmaoo #idk this is v silly but just. they're so wonderfully chaotic and airports and flying is it's own Thing #what a mixture ya know?#also had to end it where i did because i literally have no idea what they could do them #and accidentally losing or leaving my carry on behind is one of my worst flying fears aksnfkgn

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Duke Reviews TV: The Orville 1x05 Pria

Hello, I'm Andrew Leduc And Welcome To Duke Reviews TV, Where Today We're Continuing Our Look At The Orville By Looking At Episode 5 Of Season One, Pria...

This Episode Finds Ed Falling For The Orville's Latest Guest After The Crew Rescues An Attractive Captain, Played By...

Ah! Cypher! Where's Dominic Torretto When You Need Him?! Somebody Please Kill Her!!!

Ok, If You Read My Duke Reviews Review On The Fate Of The Furious, You Know That I Loathed Charlize Theron's Character In That Movie But I Don't Hold Grudges Against Actors Or Actresses For Playing Roles Whether They're Horrible Characters Or Not...

It Was Just Worth A Joke Because That Character Was (And Still Is Apparently) As Horrible As Another Character In Season 3 Of The Orville Which I'll Talk About When We Get To Season 3...

From Her Stranded Ship, But When The Crew Finds Devices That Belong To Her All Over The Ship, It's Revealed That She May Have An Ulterior Motive...

What Does This Woman Want With The Orville?

Let's Find Out As We Watch Pria...

Our Episode Starts On The Bridge Where The Crew Of The Orville Are Watching Of All The Shows...Seinfeld...

(Imitating Jerry Seinfeld) And What Is The Deal With Bortus? He Is Emotionaless To The Point I Think The Only Thing That Would Get Him Excited Is Looking At A Wall For 2 Hours, What's Up With That?!

After Isaac Questions The Logic Of Humor, They Get A Distress Signal From The Atrias Star System, Once The Orville Arrives, They Receive A Message From A Captain Pria Lavesque, Who Is On A Comet Headed Toward A Nearby Sun...

Realizing That The Ship's Tractor Beam Could Compromise The Hull Integrity Of Pria's Ship, So, Ed, Gordon And Alara Board A Shuttle To Rescue Pria Before The Comet Breaks Up...

With Only 2 Minutes Left, They Rescue Pria (With The Help Of Alara's Super Strength) In Time But The Gravity Of The Sun Starts To Pull Them In, Luckily However The Orville Uses It's Tractor Beam To Get Everyone On The Shuttle Back To The Ship, Safe And Sound...

Taking Her To Sickbay, Pria Tells Ed, Kelly, Alara And Claire That She Was Returning From A Mining Expedition In The Matar System When Ran Into A Krill Battle Cruiser, However When She Tried To Outrun It, It Drained Her Ship's Power...

But When She Discovered A Dysonium Deposit In The Comet, She Landed To Get The Fuel Needed To Power Her Ship But Her Plan Backfired...

Assigning Pria Quarters On The Ship Until They Can Drop Her Off At The Nearest Union Base, She Admits That She Could Use A Drink After Everything That's Happened, So, Ed Invites Pria To A Senior Staff Party In His Quarters..

Later On The Bridge Gordon Plays A Practical Joke On Issac By Taping Mr. Potato Head Pieces On His Face..

Isaac's Response:

And Yes, Issac Does Get Even By Cutting Off Gordon's Leg...

Later At The Party, Pria And Ed Find They Have Some Stuff In Common To The Point That She Visits Him After The Party And Kisses Him On The Cheek...

The Next Day, As Ed Gives Pria A Tour Of The Ship, Kelly Discovers No Record Of Pria In The Mining Consortium's Files, Telling Ed This, He Doesn't Believe Her Stating That Their Files Are Sloppy And That People Come And Go From There All Time...

However, Kelly Thinks Otherwise Believing That Ed Shouldn't Give Her Access To Their Systems Until They Can Confirm Her Identity. Wanting Alara To Assign Someone To Her, Ed Of Course Says No (Cause He's Thinking With His Dick) But He Will Ask Her About The Manifest...

But This Instead Leads Kelly To Ask Alara To Search Pria's Quarters As A Favor To Her, She Tells Kelly She'll Do It Only If Kelly's Concern Is Purely In The Line Of Duty And Doesn't Have To Do With The Fact That Ed Possibly Likes Her...

Saying That It Is Definitely Purely In The Line Of Duty, They Investigate Pria's Room Only To Find A Metal Box Under Pria's Bed, However, When They Attempt To Scan It, They're Unable To Penetrate It With Their Scanners...

Hearing A Nearby Door Open, They Place The Box Back In The Place Where Pria Had It, Just As She Enters The Room, Telling Pria That They Were Investigating A Possible Radiation Leak, Kelly And Alara Leave...

Telling Ed About What They Found, He Doesn't Buy It And Believes That What They Found Could Be A Belt Buckle If Anything...

Ed, If A Device Of That Size Is A Belt Buckle Then I Am Mickey Mouse!

Despite Ed Placing A Reprimand On Alara's Record, Kelly Tells Ed The Truth Saying That He's Not Being Objective On This And Is Letting Her Charisma Cloud The Fact That Pria's Not What She Seems To Be...

And Kelly Is Right To Do That, Cause Like She Tells Ed, It's Her Job As 2nd In Command, To Point That Out Especially When It Affects His Duty To Do His Job...

But The Arguing Eventually Stops When The Ship Comes Across A Concentrated Dark Matter Storm, Luckily, Pria Enters And Tells Them That She Can Get Them Out Of It As She Encountered The Same Thing On A Mining Expedition To Pollux 5...

Suggesting That They Adjust Their Weapons Array To Flood The Area With Neutronized Axiom Particles, They Do Exactly That But Unfortunately, Gordon Is Unable To Navigate Out Of There Safely...

However, Pria Takes Over And Manages To Get Them Out Of There Safely With Only Damage To Their Communications Array, Realizing That They'll Have To Make Repairs, Pria Suggests Visiting A Consortium Base That's One Day Away From Where They Are...

Plus They Can Drop Her Off So, It's A Win Win, Despite Kelly Not Liking The Idea Of Pria Dictating Their Course And Ignoring The Fact That She Just Saved Their Butts So On This I'd Say Kelly Is In The Wrong Here As Pria Has Earned The Crew's Trust By Doing That...

However, To Be Fair...

Later, It Would Be Revealed That Kelly Was Right, So, I'd Say Both Sides Are Right In This Particular Matter...

Taking Pria To The Simulator, Ed Eventually Kisses Her And The 2 End Up Having Sex Despite Ed Wanting To Take It Slow At First..

But Hey If I Had The Chance To Bang Charlize Theron Knowing How Sexy She Was In Reindeer Games, The Devil's Advocate And Snow White And The Huntsman, I'd Probably Do It...

The Next Day, After Gordon Discovers That Issac Cut Off His Leg, Ed And Kelly Head Down To Engineering To Discover The Device That Kelly Saw In Pria's Room In The Navigational Conduits...

Asking If It Could Be Removed, It Turns Out It's In There Tight And In Order To Get It Out They'd Have To Blast It Which Could Damage The Ship's Main Relay, Contacting Alara They Head To Pria's Quarters, Where Pria Tells Them The Truth...

She's A Time Traveler From About 400 Years Into The Future And When The Orville Originally Encountered That Dark Matter Storm The Ship Was Supposed To Be Destroyed And Everyone On It Was Supposed To Die...

Getting A Call From Lamar, Pria's Device Has Taken Control Of The Ship Placing It On A New Course To A Nearby Wormhole Where The Crew Of The Orville Will Continue To Live Their Lives In The Future While She Sells The Ship To The Highest Bidder...

Talking With Pria Alone, Ed Wonders If Everything Between Them Was A Lie But Pria Tells Him That Not Everything Was A Lie And That She Did Have Feelings For Him But He Doubts It And Tells Her To Go To Hell...

Telling Kelly A Billion Times That She Was Right And He Was Wrong, They Try To Work On A Way To Remove The Device, They Try Blasting It, And Using Isaac To Remove It But The Blast Doesn't Work, And When Isaac Attempts To Remove It, It Completely Shuts Him Down...

Calling Gordon To His Station (Even Though His Leg Isn't Fully Generated) They Arrive At The Wormhole, With Pria Teleporting In, Ed Begs Her To Give Him Back Control Of The Orville, But She Makes A Valid Point, Stating That They Died And If She Was To Let Them Go She'd Be Altering The Timeline...

After Going Through The Wormhole, They Confront A Binzian Ship But Being Downloaded Into The Ship's Computers, Issac Manages To Get Control Of The Ship Back So They Can Get Out Of There While Kelly Deals With Pria...

With The Ship Returning To Their Own Time, Issac Returned To His Own Body And Pria In The Brig, Ed Apologizes To Kelly, Promising To Never Doubt Her Again Before Talking To Pria One Last Time, She Tries To Convince Ed That If The Orville Remains In The Timeline, Then History Will Be Altered...

But Ed Says That's Her Problem Not Theirs, Before Ordering The Bridge To Open Fire On The Wormhole, Which Not Only Destroys It But Sends Pria Back To Where She Belongs...

And That's Pria And It Gave Charlize Theron A Better Guest Starring Role Than Liam Neeson Had...

The Story Was Interesting For What It Was, There's Obviously Chemistry Between MacFarlane And Theron So I Got To Applaud Them For Using That As An Advantage Throughout The Episode, I Also Thought Some Scenes Were Pretty Funny Especially Gordon Sticking Mr. Potato Head Pieces On Issac's Face

So Either Way, I Say See It...

Till Next Time, This Is Duke, Signing Off

#SoundCloud #the orville #seth macfarlane #adrienne palicki #scott grimes #halston sage #penny johnson jerald #disney +#Spotify

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u-look-beautiful-today · 4 years

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I've been obsessed with Among Us lately, so naturally I combined my two hyper fixtations together. The Owl House gang plays Among Us!

100% Amity always defends Luz

Even if she knows she's the imposter

One time she saw Luz murder Boscha

Did Amity report?

She just casually walked away

She also never murders Luz if she's the imposter

Other than that

Amity is the only one with brain cells as a crewmate

"I SAW Willow get scanned! She can't be the imposter-"

"No. It's Willow, I saw her"

"She. Got. Scanned."

"Nah, still Willow"

She's a decent imposter

She likes to sabotage lights

She will also self-report

And ALWAYS get away with it

She can just spin a good lie

It's a Blight thing

Luz is one to play the long con as an imposter

She won't kill any one for like 3 discussions

She builds trust with everyone

She has also played enough times she knows all the tasks

And how long each one takes

Luz has a 100% chance at winning

Now as a crewmate

Luz is useless

She throws out wild accusations

With no evidence

She's super paranoid

"ITS EMIRA, SHE CHASED ME AROUND THE TABLE"

"I was going around it, you idiot!"

Gus cannot do imposter

You start accusing him and he cracks

"Gus is being pretty quiet this round-"

"OKAY, I DID IT. I MURDERED LUZ IN COLD BLOOD"

He's pretty helpful as a crewmate though

He does all his tasks quickly

Somehow he always finds the bodies

If Gus accuses someone, everyone listens

Willow is a cold blooded killer

She'll wipe everyone out within 2 discussions

Also a pro at deception

No one ever accuses her when she's imposter

Now when she's a crewmate

"It's Willow"

There is no real evidence to it either

"I saw Willow walking away from the reactor"

"Cause four people were already on-"

"ITS WILLOW"

She takes great joy in murdering everyone

Boscha is a wild card

She does not give a FUCK

She will walk by dead bodies and not report it

"I saw the heart monitor that Gus is dead, but idk where he is-"

"Electrical"

"Wha-Boscha how do you-"

"I walked by him like 5 times"

She is also ballsy as the imposter

A group of people stacked on top of each other?

Easy kill

She will also chase everyone around

And wait until they get close to the emergency meeting button

Then kill them

She also accuses Willow every round

Even with no evidence to back it

Edric is also a wild card

As a crewmate he will say he is the killer

"It was me, I killed Mittens"

"Ed, I saw you get scanned???"

"I'm the imposter boys, vote me"

"*sigh* he's not the imposter-"

"I am"

He will also vote for himself at all times

However, when he is imposter

No one ever knows

Cause he will still say he is the imposter

You have to literally catch him mid kill

Emira is very tactical as imposter

Also a vent hoe

She will wait in vents for her victims

Then make a quick get-a-way

She always has an alibi

Only Ed can tell when she's lying

And even then

He doesn't snitch

Viney has the worst timing as imposter

She will always kill someone infront of a crewmate

Or vent infront of someone

Just the worst luck

So she has to really lie and yell and create absolute chaos during discussions

Emira loves it

She'll also never snitch on Viney

She creates alibis for Viney

Viney is a pretty good crewmate

She always has plausible accusations

And she's on the cameras like 24/7

She's also one to call a meeting just to reset the kill cool down

Jerbo is super quiet at all times

So he can usually have a clean imposter round

He also does the long con

He will vote against his partner if they do double imposters

He spends his crewmate rounds tracking down bodies

And randomly following people around

He creates suspicion

But he gets good intel

Him and barkus will work as a duo

Barkus is usually the brains

And will tell Jerbo when to strike

Skara does not understand how to play

She will accidentally vent or kill

She will also accidentally report when she meant to vent

"Alright, Skara reported, what you got?"

"...."

"Skara?"

"...i meant to vent"

She will also call meetings just to ask how to do tasks

"I swiped my card like 10x now and it says I'm too fast????"

She will also do wild accusations

But she's always right like 90% of the time

"Its Viney"

"Okay, why?"

"I don't like the way she stood in the doorway"

A few discussions later and they vote Viney off

Viney was The Imposter

When they all play it's pure chaos

Lots of yelling, betrayal, and broken microphones

But they always play for hours on end

#the owl house #disney #toh #owl house #fave #amity blight #lumity #luz noceda #willow park #gus porter #toh boscha #toh viney #toh jerbo #toh barkus #emira blight #edric blight #toh skara #among us #owl house plays among us

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thatwriterkei · 4 years

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-Moment of Tangency-

Series Summary: When Y/N's favorite fictional characters come to life, a mystery ensues as a killer wreaks havoc in Bangor, Maine.

Chapter Summary: What started out as a sleepover with your best friend turned into a night of unexplainable events.

Warnings: cursing, underage pining if you squint, mentions of sex.

Word Count: 1.7k

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Chapter One: The Beginning

"You will soon receive support from an unexpected source.."

The red letters of your fortune stared back at you ominously.

"Hey, that's great timing huh?"

"Too soon, Marcus..Too soon."

A sheepish smile formed on his freckled face, "Sorry..Here, have another."

You shook your head, waving away the cookie. "I'll just stick to mine. I only have a little bit of room left for it."

You took small bites, slowly indulging in the delicious treat, afraid of letting it go to waste with just two or three bites.

"I'm surprised your dad let me spend the night."

"Honestly, me too..I don't think he noticed that you're in the middle of transitioning."

"He probably just thinks I'm gay or something.."

You let out a choked laugh, "Maybe because you are."

"Hey, you can't tell me that Mr. Fisher isn't hot as fuck!"

"He isn't, oh my god!" You tried to finish the rest of your cookie without inhaling crumbs, suppressing the laughter building in your stomach.

"Have you seen his hands?! Y/N, I don't think you understand how much I adore him!"

"He's 20, Marcus!! Not to mention, he sucks at teaching physics."

"Hey, I didn't say my future man had to be smart."

"You're ridiculous."

"Yes, yes I am. Oh! Speaking of guys, any good gossip for the ship of a century?"

You could help but roll your eyes at his teasing, blood rushing to the apples of your cheeks.

"Kolby and I haven't spoken since last week. I don't think he likes me anyway. He's been talking to Heather more recently.."

And, for some reason, you weren't too interested in him either. Yes, he was a nice looking, athletic guy but you just didn't care enough to go further than a 'hi, how're you?' with him.

"Well, his loss. You're a wonderful girl and it's a shame he's wasting your time with his boyish nonsense. Besides, he doesn't even wear watches like Mr. Fisher."

"I swear to god, if you mention him or watches one more time.."

"You're right, sorry," he held up his hands defensively before putting them down, "I just don't wanna see you get hurt, Y/N/N.."

"I know you're worried, Marcus, but I'm fine. It's our junior year, I don't think long-term relationships are supposed to happen for us until we're in like college."

"You never know..Anyway, what do you even see in him?"

You let out a sigh, sinking in the mounds of pillows and blankets that are laid astray on your bed.

"Umm..He's cute, without a doubt. His jokes are sometimes funny, depends on who he's around. He has a nice sense of style, I guess? I don't know..We've only known each other for a little over two months."

Marcus laid beside you, rolling to his side with a dopey grin plastered on his pale face. "And a lot could happen in two more months if you just talk to him. I promise, I won't even bother you in Algebra..Okay? Just trust me on this.."

You groaned but, nevertheless, agreed with a silent nod.

"Love shouldn't be this complicated.."

"Sometimes it is, sweetie..But only time can lead you to where you're supposed to be.."

"Yeah, I know...Since when did you become my therapist?" You let out a scoff.

"Since third grade! Now, c'mon, get off your lazy ass and let's do something cool!"

He pulled at your limp arm once he stood up, dragging you to the floor and down the hallway towards the mini library your stepmom installed about a year ago; who has yet to use it.

"If you were looking for 'cool', you brought us to the wrong place."

Your eyes scanned over the bookshelves, catching titles of famous works.

To Kill a Mockingbird

The Great Gatsby

War and Peace

Charlotte's Web

"You only have that perception because you hate her."

"Of course! Have you seen her?"

"Yeah, but this is still cool! You should take advantage of it while you can."

Marcus released his hold from your ankle, scampering over to the section of the library where a red and white book was gleaming for attention.

"Oh my god! Miranda got the newest edition of IT?"

You stood up abruptly and made your way over. "She got what?!"

"Holy shit, this is amazing! We haven't fangirled over this book since freshmen year."

"Oh yeah, our biggest obsession since One Direction." You laughed, taking the book out of his hands and running your finger over the textured title.

"Not gonna lie, the older cover looked better."

You rolled your eyes and ushered him over to the desk in the middle of the room. "Wait, let's see if they kept in that one part.."

"Which one? Does it have to do with Stanley? You had a major crush on his fictional ass." He teased, pulling up another chair beside yours.

"No no no, the one with Eddie and-Oh, I found it!"

Man, he had hated it when Richie called him Eds…but he had sort of liked it, too. It was something….like a secret name. A secret identity. A way to be people that had nothing to do with their parents’ fears, hopes, constant demands. Richie couldn’t do his beloved Voices for shit, but maybe he did know how important it was to creeps like them to sometimes be different people.

"Oh, I absolutely love this part..It's just, mwah, beautiful. Stephen King certainly knew what he was doing.."

"C'mon, let's go back to my room and reminisce." You took his arm and pulled him back to your bedroom.

You internally screamed at Marcus's onslaught recollection of memories.

"Oh, and that one time when you had a major attraction for-"

"Okay okay, that's enough reminiscing!!" You tossed the book at him.

"Aww, what? Feelin' embarrassed, sweetie?" He barely dodged the book, letting it bounce off your bed and onto the ground with a dull thud.

"Shut up.." You grabbed the nearest pillow and slightly smothered yourself with it.

The memories he continued to bring up brought back some nostalgia but looking back at it now made you cringe. You were practically grown up now, not 15 years old.

"Okay, I'm sorry. But wouldn't it be cool if the losers club was real? Like actually around, in real life? Derry was based off of Bangor so it's more than likely you could find your own Stanley Uris."

You cracked a smile at that and threw the pillow at him, situating yourself underneath the covers of your bed. "Yeah, yeah. I wish."

Marcus promptly pulled out his phone and checked the time, turning it over towards you and flashing the bright light in your face. "Well, it's almost 11:11..Make a wish!"

"Seriously?" You deadpanned.

"C'mon, it wouldn't hurt!"

You sighed, sitting up on your elbows and closing your eyes. "Tell me when. You wish it too, okay?"

"Okay," some time passed, "now."

I wish the losers club was real..The entire gang. Every single one of them.

I wish I could blow Bill Denbrough.

You opened your eyes after you recited your wish a couple of times, sighing. You raised an eyebrow at Marcus, seeing him struggle to contain his laughter though the crimson red covering every inch of his face gave it away.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"I wished that I could blow Bill."

"Goddamnit, Marc."

It took about a half hour before the two of you could fully relax into a deep sleep but once you guys did, Marcus took up most of the bed.

A heavy gush of wind pushed open your window, the cool air from outside blowing into your room. You snuggled a little more under the covers, face being buried into someone's back. They smelled so nice, a light hazelnut scent and freshly washed hair that reminded you of late night drives with your older cousin when you were younger; Just absolute nostalgia exuded from them. You felt your entire body relax against theirs, the warmth overtaking your slightly exposed skin from the nippy air coming through the window.

You hear a quiet groan from the opposite side of you, the noise causing you to stir from whatever you were dreaming about prior; It was a bit fuzzy.

"What the fuck? Dumbass window.." It was just Marcus.

You felt the weight from the bed disappear, his dull footsteps moving around the carpeted room as he shuts the window.

He turns around and gives one look over the room, his eyes partially open. He sees a couple of people in the room, the sight confusing him in his drowsy state.

"What the..?"

A mix of someone screaming bloody murder and a smoke alarm going off floods the room, echoing off the walls and throughout the house. Even Marcus wouldn't be surprised if the neighbors heard him too.

It takes just a few seconds before your sleeping mind can process the screeching, thus causing you to flip over to your other side and turning on the lamp. Your eyes are piercing with annoyance, though you were still a little concerned about your astonished friend across the room.

"Marc, what the hell?! What's wrong? What happened?"

You cast a glance around your room, trying to pick the oddball out.

"What the hell?!" You hear from behind you, the sudden noise alarming you and making you jump off the bed towards the ground.

Your head whipped around so quickly you were sure it was the dizziness that made your imagination run wild from the sight. There laid a guy, around your age, with very curly light brown hair that just looked absolutely divine to twirl your fingers around.

Underneath you comes a strangled groan, almost upon impact. Looking below, you find a girl with fiery red hair in a bob style. You push yourself off of her and scoot away until your back hits Marcus's legs.

"Who the fuck is yelling-Oh, holy shit..!" You hear another slightly deep voice exclaim.

Turning to your right sat five other guys with drastically different appearances, one after another coming to the realization that they had no fucking clue where they were.

The room grew quiet, fear growing in your eyes as you try to find a person to focus on but the thought only made you even more dizzy than before.

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eds-zebra-warrior · 3 years

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2021 Ehlers Danlos Society Awareness Month (Day 23 Prompt: Your wish for EDS/HSD

My wish for EDS has actually changed a lot since the pandemic. I never wished for a cure before as I didn't see that ever happening with EDS being a genetic condition. I have always wished that there would be more awareness which spread to a federal level which would result in a significant reform in Medicare.

I have sent god knows how many letters to government representatives over the past years. The only one to respond was the receptionist for Ohio Governor Mike Dewine. I sent him a letter explaining how Medicare and Mycare Ohio insurance programs are a death sentence for a lot of patients with EDS, how I have had over 40 medications denied or simply not on the formulary, denied IVIG, Genetic Testing, an Upright MRI, Rotational CT Scan, a consult with an EDS knowledgeable brain and spine surgeon resulting in the denial of a brain and spine surgery that could eventually kill me. I told him there are many more of us who are potentially terminal, not because there's nothing that can be done to save us but because the things we need aren’t in the formulary.

I explained how there are multiple special needs plans but the only ones with an option of a PPO plan are the ones for people who were institutionalized. I told him how OSU wanted to put me into a long term care facility but were unsuccessful because no facilities can accommodate a gluten free diet so I was sent home on home health care so don't qualify as institutionalized even though home care and nursing home care are both pretty much equal as to what can be done. I explained that rare disease patients often need to seek out of state care because there are such few doctors who are knowledgeable about it, stating that there are no neurosurgeons even in Ohio trained to operate on EDS patients with brain and spine manifestations. I requested that he meet with myself, my doctor who is an EDS specialist and sees almost all EDS patients, possibly some of his other staff and some of his other potentially terminal (could easily die without the needed care they have been denied)

Upon writing him I received a call from from his receptionist who said “Unfortunately, Medicare isn’t perfect. It lets some people fall through the cracks. It seems as if you are one of those people. I regret to inform you but the governor has turned down a meeting with you.” My wish is that someone would listen. Someone will reform the system to make it work for people with rare diseases or possibly create another special needs plan for people who do have rare diseases so like those who are institutionalized we can receive a PPO.

A plan needs to be created that allows for us to get things covered that we need. Where instead of filing a grievance because something was denied and then going through all of the phases of the appeal process only to still be told “What's written in the formulary goes, still denied, regardless of the need I wish that this plan would assign us a personal advocate who will work with us and our doctor so the need can be heard rather it means a conference call with our doctor, us having a chance to submit links to medical journals describing the need or whatever they need so that they can review it and actually be more flexible, making approval decisions based on our medical conditions rather than simply a formulary in which most rare diseases aren't even listed on. I wish for a system where our medical needs are met.

With the introduction of MRNA vaccines I hope for more awareness of rare diseases so that there is a chance for a treatment or cure of not just EDS but many other rare diseases. I’m not trying to say cancer doesn't deserve science or a cure but we are raised to believe that cancer is the worst thing that can ever happen to a person. Sure some cancers are really really bad, I won't deny this but a lot of them are also just a bump in the road. Almost all money donated goes to some kind of cancer related fund or study and the majority of it goes to one form of cancer leaving the others in the dust so I wish that people would learn that there are conditions that exist that are just as bad, if not worse than cancer and that either a cure for cancer as a whole was developed or they would take the cancers or conditions with a really good survival rate, say 90% or higher and then take so much of that funding and dedicate it to rarer diseases or rarer cancers without as good of a survival rates because even lets say, breast cancer kept 20 percent of its funding, they would take the other 80 percent and give 20 percent to pancreatic pancreatic cancer, 20% to lung cancer and 20% to adrenal cancer so that they have a chance to increase their survival rates as well. They are cancer too so in doing this they would still have a chance at finding new treatments that work for breast cancer as well as these cancers so it wouldn't be like totally giving up on cancer but would allow people with rarer forms of cancer to get a chance at life.

Take this concept and expand it to all rare diseases so more people with EDS, Osteogenesis Imperfecta, Trisomy 13 and so on have at least a chance. So many conditions that have multiple treatment options , some you can choose between 10 or 15 treatment options but most rare diseases don't even have one so that's all I’m asking is for a chance for something that can provide relief for those with rare diseases like those with common diseases take for granted. I wish for changes to Medicare and healthcare reform as a whole and change to mindset, especially when it comes to donations and charities and it all starts with increasing awareness.

#MyEDSChallenge #MyHSDChallenge

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