#he probably watches nature documentaries with his cat

[fairyhaos]

how seventeen react to their s/o bringing home a pet

requested by anon: "svt members reaction to you bringing home a pet? (Can change the animal for different members like kitten for wonwoo, puppy for mingyu etc) "

notes: i kinda altered it a bit to pet sitting? bc i just feel like it's a breach of consent (?) for you to bring in a whole entire pet to their lives unannounced lol

masterlist

seungcheol

stares at you and the cat in your arms with great scepticism as you beam up at him. you're looking after the cat for your friend while she's away for a couple of days, and seungcheol is very reluctant to call the cat cute for that entire time. he's loyal to kkuma and dogs, you know? does grudgingly admit that he's "not a bad cat" the day you're driving to drop the cat off to your friend. definitely complains about how much hair the cat shed tho

jeonghan

"oh, cool, a dog. did you pick him up off the sidewalk?" unbothered tbh. at least, he pretends to be, but he's then cooing all over the dog that you brought into the house. feeds the dog treats literally every five seconds, subsequently has him in love with him. is offended when you ask him to take the dog on the walk in the evening tho, bc wdym dogs need exercise???? he doesn't need exercise come on can't you take the dog on a walk instead?

joshua

the most adorable being he's ever seen is sitting in his room awww!!! oh and you're there too, he supposes. is shocked but mostly just vv soft when he sees you playing with a cute rabbit on his bed bc you'd bought it for your little niece and it had arrived early. pets the bunny for hours, fingers running through the soft fur, and manages to make the rabbit so comfortable in his arms that it falls asleep and just. cannot be woken no matter what you do

junhui

almost steps on the tortoise in his absentmindedness until you scream at him to look where he's going. then he's screaming too bc why is there a tortoise in the house?????? watches it with great awe as it walks very slowly around the house. tries to imitate the way it chews the lettuce leaves. asks how tortoise are able to do the deed with a shell on their back, and promptly watches several nature documentaries to find the answer

hoshi

the snake is out of control when he comes home, and as he sees you desperately trying to untangle the thick green thing from around their curtain pole, he screams and promptly backs out of the room. is shaking with terror the entire three days you're pet sitting the snake for your friend, despite the fact that you don't let the snake out of its glass box for the rest of the time it's here after that initial incident. tells you very seriously that you need to warn him of these things beforehand unless you want him to have a heart attack and die

wonwoo

"oh, when did we get a cat?" is totally chill. loves the adorable kitty that you've brought home for a couple of days to pet sit, bonds with it almost immediately. when the cat meows, he responds back like he knows exactly what the cat is saying to him. by the time your friend gets back, the cat is essentially refusing to part from wonwoo and is literally digging her claws into wonwoo's sweater in an attempt to not leave him. 

woozi

takes one look at the hedgehog that's temporarily taking up space in the corner of your room, laughs, and says it's basically the animal form of him. thinks the prickly and adorable little animal is rlly cute, but he's not really home enough to fully be able to spend time with it. takes a couple of pics and sends them to soonyoung tho, pretending that it's a deadly porcupine because honestly, hoshi probably would probably genuinely believe anything he said

minghao

"we're not keeping a skunk in the house." "hao, she's not a skunk!" "it has a weird tail and striped markings like a skunk, ergo, it's a skunk." "no!!" is not the most pleased when he comes home to you grinning at him, a ferret sitting on the top of your head. is slightly placated when you tell him you're just taking care of her for a friend who's away. will not touch the ferret, looks over in slight disgust and mild wonder as you play with the animal running up and down your arm. won't let you actually get a pet ferret tho. 

mingyu

there's a puppy in his apartment omg omg omg!!!! is excited for all of five minutes before he like "hey >:(( you're not replacing me with an actual pup are you??". still gets kinda sad when you tell him you're just pet sitting tho. bonds with the pup so well, is well on the way to replacing your friend as the puppy's actual owner lmao. takes the pup out with him when he goes for a morning run, and is actually really good n diligent at picking up the poop when the dog does its business on the street

dokyeom

he is enamoured oh god. you're not gonna be able to talk to your bf for a good hour bc he's not even gonna notice you're there. is totally fine with pet sitting your friend's dog for a week, and is utterly delighted to find out that the pup knows a few simple tricks. spends hours telling the puppy to roll over and sit and hold out its hand and by the end of it, both the pup and dokyeom are giddy with happiness. nearly cries when you have to say goodbye to the pup, asks your friend if he can pop by to say hi to his new friend sometimes

seungkwan

you adopted a dog without him?????? he literally already owns a dog why would you want to get another one. nods in understanding when you tell him you're pet sitting, pulls up a feeding and walking rota to make sure that the dog has The Best time while staying with you two. lowkey gets really sassy when the dog starts making high pitched barking noises at him for no reason, seems to communicate with the dog crazy well

vernon

he stands there confused at the sudden appearance of a fish tank in your living room for a good few minutes. turns out, your uncle is getting his new one fitted at home, but until he can get it fully prepped he needs someone to look after the fish, and that someone had been you. stares in fascination at the fish for a good hour that evening, mesmerised by them moving around. you laugh at him and call him a cat but he can't even deny it because the fish are just so fascinating to look at and honestly, he feels like a cat himself

chan

uhhhh honestly he's really not sure how he should react when he comes home to you staring at a glass box full with a bunch of twigs. it takes him a while to see the stick insect, thinks that maybe he should get his eyes checked out because ten minutes really is too long. it doesn't rlly bother him tbh. does think it's a little frustrating that it's taking him so long to see the insect. double checks and triple checks with you that there's actually an insect in that box and you aren't just messing with him. 

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[aritakahashi]

Raiden Headcanons

⊹˚. ♡˖This post will include mixed headcanons of both Raiden himself and what he’s like in a relationship!

♡ Word Count: 1.501

♡ Warnings: None!

(This is fully gender neutral on reader’s side!)

- He’s a shy guy, he probably confessed to you as red as a tomato and stuttering as if he’s about to go into cardiac arrest.

- He’s very interested in nature. He loves birds and squirrels. Probably has a dozen encyclopedias in his place about various animals, earth and space.

- Absolutely loves lofi/indie/indie folk music. Usually listens to whatever calms his mind, not so keen to rock/metal/pop music but he likes to listen to late 2000s / early 2010s hits because of Kung Lao and Johnny.

- Plant dad. He has lots of plants, flowers and vegetables in his garden and in the house. He likes taking care of them, and spends a lot of time to make sure every one of them is healthy.

- Loves both dogs and cats, so he’s neither a dog or a cat person. He would love to adopt one each, if not more. Knowing his love for animals, he would always leave a big bowl of water and food outside his garden so strays can drink and eat; regularly checks it so he can fill them up when they’re empty. Definitely has a bird feeder somewhere.

- His love languages are words of affirmation and acts of service. He will shower you with compliments, always support your decisions (unless they’re concerning) and he will do his best helping you with all the work. He will help you with chores, running errands, cooking, baking, even your own work if he has an idea of what it is. He loves giving gifts as well but he makes sure it’s either handmade or something he thinks you would really like.

- He has a super calm personality. He’s a pacifist, he sees fight as the absolute last option in a situation.

- He’s a stay at home guy, not really keen on social stuff but he’ll have a great time with you and friends if you come up with outside activities.

- Crowds aren’t generally his thing, but he will find calmness in watching people when he’s sitting somewhere having his tea. It brings him peace to know everyone has their own lives just like he does. It makes him feel more alive.

- When he takes you out on dates, it’s usually coffee dates or a small street food place that makes good food. He’s not a fan of extravagant stuff, so he keeps it as minimal as he can.

- He doesn’t drink, and he doesn’t smoke. This doesn’t mean he won’t drink at all though; he will drink 1-2 bottles of beer occasionally in social settings, but that’s about it. Since he barely drinks, he’s quite lightweight and will get drunk easily.

- He’s a touchy one, but not in the inappropriate way. He loves holding you, hugging you, kissing your head, nose and forehead. He likes to kiss your forehead the most.

- He loves reading interesting facts about our world. His Instagram reels are full of zoology, geology etc. kind of nerdy posts. When he watches tv, it’s usually documentary channels. He doesn’t like following the news because there’s usually sad or stressful things.

- Very positive person, he will look at everything on the brightest side possible.

- His sister would love you and you’d frequently have girl nights together, sometimes even pull pranks on Raiden if you’re feeling mischievous enough.

- You’re both his partner in life and his best friend (along with Kung Lao, CAN’T erase him from this part). He will share EVERYTHING with you, and will be really happy every time you do the same.

- Very easy to communicate. No arguments happen in the relationship because you two handle it like two grown adults by communicating your feelings and understanding each other. He has very high empathy, and will do his best to get your point if there’s a disagreement.

- He gets cold easily, so he will wear the fluffiest and warmest sweaters during winter. You will find him wrapped around blankets while he’s watching TV, with hot chocolate or tea in his mug.

- He likes playing board and card games, his favorites are the ones that you need to use your thinking skills.

- When he watches TV series, he will resort to sitcoms more than fantasy, drama etc, he thinks he already has enough fantasy elements in his life thanks to Liu Kang and being an Earthrealm Champion. He also loves animation movies; especially classics like Ice Age, Kung Fu Panda and Shrek.

- His favorite Disney princess is probably Mulan.

- He prefers village life over city life.

- He has a light blue pickup truck and it’s still in perfect condition despite being very old.

- He loves thrifting and will often go thrift shopping with you.

- He has a big library in the house filled with informative and literary books.

- Loves buying small decorations for the house. I believe he’d keep it more minimal with warm colors, and it’d feel very cozy inside.

- He works out in the house once in a while, but farming is usually enough physical activity for him.

- He will meditate regularly.

- He loves all the traditional Chinese food. Wonton soup makes him feel all warm and happy, and he’s obsessed with Kung Pao chicken.

- He’s interested in every mythology, but his favorites are Egyptian and Greek mythologies because they’re very complex and he can be occupied reading them and thinking over them for hours.

- He loves word puzzle games.

- He adores every traditional festival and will drag you with him and Kung Lao. His favorites are Chinese New Year and Mid Autumn Festival; he loves eating as many moon cakes as he can during Mid Autumn. He also loves seeing you in traditional Chinese clothing when you go to the festivals with them.

- He’s not a big fan of anime, but will watch them with Kung Lao and then complain about some nonsense, making Kung Lao side eye him and say “shut up, your sitcoms are way worse than this.”

- His YouTube recommendations consists of animal/nature/space documentaries, mythology and philosophy along with funny animal videos.

- (Very self indulgent) if you watch true crime documentaries, it makes him worry about your mental health sometimes, but you reassure him that everything is fine.

- Hates big lights, loves dim lighting. He will only keep smaller lamps on in the house. He thinks it’s more calming and easy on the eyes.

- He will frequently light candles and use incense. He might even use sage to help fight off negative energies once in a while; he’s a believer in spirits and such things like that.

- Very helpful towards everyone around him even when he doesn’t necessarily know the person. He will offer his help to anyone struggling with a task, will always help old ladies and grandpas with carrying their stuff around the village.

- He writes poems sometimes, but no one knows about them except you.

- He doesn’t know a lot about computers and phones, so if he struggles in something he will ask you instead of trying to handle it himself.

- He’s very interested in nature photography. He will never miss a chance of snapping a good scenery photo.

- He’s better at cooking than he is at baking. He once burnt a pie and mourned it for 3 days because he spent so much time on it.

- He can sew and crochet. If you have any damaged clothing, he will fix them up right away.

- Never wastes food. If you are picky, he will eat what you don’t off your plate even if he’s full.

- Loves preparing you breakfast and sometimes does it while you’re asleep, bringing it to you to the bed with flowers he picked off the garden.

- He can sing well, but is insecure about it despite your encouragement.

- He once tried skating after Kung Lao gaslit him, and he almost cracked his butt after falling.

- He loves bicycle rides. He will go on rides every day usually during evening, and will watch the sunset in somewhere nice before going back home.

- Hiking is a good hobby for him. He loves taking walks in forests and he likes camping a lot. He will bring you with him when he goes camping and hiking, sometimes Kung Lao will join. You guys sit around the bonfire as you eat marshmallows on sticks and Kung Lao babbles scary stories, trying to creep you out.

- Fengjian Teahouse is his favorite place to spend time when he’s in the village. Everyone knows and adores him.

- He would listen to your chatter about anything for hours. Your hyperfixations are entertaining for him and he will try to learn as much as he can so he can join the conversation because he knows you appreciate it a lot.

⊹˚. ♡˖ Hope you enjoyed!

#raiden x reader #raiden mk1 #raiden #raiden mortal Kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat #mk1 2023 #mk1 #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat 2023 #raiden mk

[avatar-anna]

sooo just an ideaaaa, newly in relationship prof and h cuddling and h having to adjust his pants while cuddling. i read a similar thing somewhere and immediately thought of h and prof.

The Professor Series

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Harry had fallen asleep pretty early into the documentary you were watching, but you didn’t mind. Honestly, it was just nice to be with him, conscious or unconscious.

Your eyes were glued to the screen, watching as two whales swam around in the ocean while the narrator explained how their species lived among other animals in the sea. You’d become so engrossed in the documentary, that everything around you nearly fell away. Nearly.

Harry hadn’t moved, and yet somehow his knee was poking you in the back. You moved around a little, trying to reclaim a comfortable position, when you heard Harry hiss behind you. Looking back, you saw that he was still laying behind you, still asleep, but there was a look of discomfort on his face.

It all clicked into place.

Hiding a giggle, you shifted your focus back to the television. The stiffness at your back was somewhat hard to ignore, but you did your best, trying to lay as still as possible.

Eventually Harry stirred from his nap. His hands subconsciously rested themselves on your hips as he kissed your neck gently. It seemed he either hadn’t noticed he was rock hard against your back or he didn’t care.

“I didn’t realize blue whales did it for you,” you joked, resting a hand over his.

Harry stilled, seemingly coming to the realization that he has a boner. “Sorry,” he said with a laugh, embarrassed at the current predicament. “I don’t—I’m not sure why—”

“It’s fine. Getting an erection while you’re asleep is perfectly natural. In fact, on average men get about three to five each night. Nocturnal penile tumescence is actually an indicator of—Sorry, you probably don’t need a lecture on men‘s reproductive health.”

You didn’t know why you always felt the need to offer up information when no one asked for it. Perhaps you were a little nervous about the situation at hand, seeing as you and Harry had only been intimate a handful of times. Each time was great, better than great, so you didn’t know why you became a bashful mess around him when things like this, for lack of better word, “came up.”

“I don’t mind. I think nocturnal penile tumescence is better than a cold shower, honestly,” he mused.

You shuffled around so you could face Harry instead of the TV, your leg brushing against his front and causing him to groan. “Sorry, sorry,” you said, pecking his chin. Harry only looked down at you with a small grin, his eyes still droopy from his nap.

“Hi,” you said.

“Hi. What’s up?”

You blushed. “Do you want me to—I mean, would you like me to—I could, you know, if you wanted—”

Harry thankfully stopped your bumbling with a kiss. One hand sunk into your hair, the other pulling you closer by the waist. You melted against him, your fingers latching into the chain around his neck as he pushed you deeper into the couch.

“Are you trying to seduce me?” he asked. You could feel him smile against your skin.

“No, I’m—Oh!—I’m just trying to help.”

“My helpful girl,” he said, nibbling just beneath your ear. “Choosing me over a documentary? Now I know you truly love me.”

“Of—Of course I love you,” you said.

Harry tapped your nose with his knuckle, a familiar glint in his eye. “More than the cats?”

You gave him a quick kiss. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to.”

“We’ll see about that.”

#harry styles #harry styles x professor yn #harry styles blurb #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfic #harry styles oneshot #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x you #harry styles fluff #harry styles writing

[sixty-silver-wishes]

sometimes I think about the house my grandma raised my mother and uncle in, that my grandfather lived in before he died, that my sister and my parents and I would all come over to for holidays. when my sister and I were little, we loved watching Disney and Nickelodeon on my grandma’s TV because all we could get at home was PBS for the longest time. she had an old antique piano that was out of tune, and when I started learning to play the piano in middle school, I would go plink out “Legend of Zelda” songs on it and think about how I was playing songs much, much younger than that 100-year-old piano. and we tried to plant a garden in her backyard, but it got overgrown with weeds. and one day we found tadpoles in the birdbath, and she let us take some home so we could watch them grow into frogs. my grandfather had an old green easy chair he was always sitting in, and two toes that crossed over each other and wouldn’t sit normally. I liked to watch nature documentaries with him. right before he died, we would talk about world history because he was very interested in it, and I was just beginning to be. there was a painting of my mother when she was a child on the wall of one of the bedrooms, and I would always stare at it because it looked exactly like my older sister. my grandmother had an outdoor swimming pool where we would sit by as we watched my uncle launch Fourth of July fireworks, but when I got older and wasn’t interested in fireworks anymore, or the United States had made me too disillusioned with the Fourth of July for me to watch fireworks, I sat inside with my aunt and the dogs to keep them company. there was a big tree in the yard I loved to climb, and when I was in middle or high school, I would take my instruments up there to play them while sitting in a tree, just because playing instruments in a tree sounded like a magical thing to do. my grandmother had a pantry full of snacks just for my sister and I- Scooby Doo fruit snacks with the light blue one still in there and Saltine crackers, and a fridge full of sodas and sparkling water in the garage. she had a sewing room where she would teach us to make blankets and pillowcases with the fabric we picked out, and when my sister got older, she taught her to make vintage style dresses. she had a bedroom full of antiques belonging to our great-grandmother whom I had never met, and it somehow felt like the most familiar and most distant place in the world to me.

but then her dog died, and her old cockatiel died too, and one of our cats died. and over time we buried all the animals under one of the trees in her backyard- one I used to climb, but not as much as the other tree because it was so skinny. when my grandfather died when I was in high school, he was buried in a military cemetery where all you can leave are cut flowers and US flags, and my grandma got a certificate from the government after he died with Donald Trump’s signature printed on it because he was president then, and she always says it’s the ugliest signature she’s ever seen. his funeral was the very first time I saw a coffin. the old piano was beyond repair, so they took out all the musical bits and turned it into a desk that sits in our living room. the white paint covering the wood, its musical guts removed, the silence of the out-of-tune ancient keys that are no longer there makes it sound more like taxidermy than a piano. it plays john cage’s 4’33 in fortissimo whenever I pass it.

when my grandmother went to live in an assisted living community, she sold the house. she’s doing well now. she likes the place she lives in, she invites us over for holidays, she keeps active. but the house was completely remodeled and painted over. she said the tree I loved to climb in, the one my uncle climbed in when he was a kid, was chopped down. she says the house doesn’t look like it used to anymore. it’s unrecognizable. I could drive past it and never know. I probably have.

I wonder if the people who live there now know that in the big backyard that generations of people loved, no matter how much they’ve altered the house, there are the bones of two dogs and a cat and a cockatiel deep under the ground.

I wonder if they haunt it.

#rambles #this got long #death cw

[gothoffspring]

Suraj Kennedy for @rainymoodlet's Kiss Me in Komorebi Age: 33 Sign: Virgo Occupation: Freelance Photographer/Community Garden Enthusiast Traits: Creative, Loves the Outdoors, Overachiever Location: San Myshuno

more info under the cut! (like, a lot more.. too much probably)

bio:

Suraj was adopted when he was 5 years old, and raised in the heart of the Spice District in San Myshuno. He has two sisters with whom he is very close. He's currently working on saving up enough money to go back to school to pursue a serious career in photography. Nature is his best friend and greatest coping mechanism for when things get tough. He was employed at the San Myshuno Botanical Garden for over five years, and still does certain photography projects for them. Doesn't mind getting his hands dirty (literally, not figuratively). Is a very frequent visitor of the community garden space, and loves tending to his garden. He's a serious overachiever and has no room for slacking off or failure of any kind. Missed out on the opportunity to go to school due to lack of funding and the need to help out with the care of his siblings due to a family situation. He currently lives on his own in a one bedroom apartment, located in the Arts Quarter. He's been working as a freelance photographer for a few years now and takes excellent wedding photos, despite his interest really lying in nature photography. Brides just happen to pay a bit more than flowers. He's been able to save up a bit of money and is finally almost ready to pursue his dream of higher education. Happened upon the submission form for Kiss Me in Komorebi by accident on the internet, and decided to give it a shot without many expectations. Until he actually started looking into Daniel Taylor himself, and now he's only a BIT smitten and very excited to meet him...

fun facts:

He can often be found wearing the colors brown and green. Floral patterns are also a must. He greatly enjoys corduroy pants and spiffy shirts, but also likes to dress down at times too (while still looking incredibly polished. The dude does not leave his apartment without all 3 of his earrings and his favorite cologne lovingly patted behind his ears)

Highly interested in UFO's. One of the things on his bucket list is to one day eat at the UFO Crash Site Diner in Oasis Springs.

Has a journal he writes in every single day without fail. Usually doing some sort of brainstorming exercise or spilling out his heart and soul.

He also makes lists meticulously. He spends so much time making plans and writing them down that sometimes he lacks on the execution part.

His dad is like, an ALARMINGLY huge fan of Daniel Taylor and may fangirl just a little upon finding out his son is about to go on a reality tv show with the man.

His perfect night consists of Yahtzee, making homemade popcorn, watching nature documentaries and curling up with a very cute person on the couch.

Is an apple nerd, wouldn't dare touch an android (is this his weakness djfklds im kidding)

Loves carnivals, fairs and carnival games! If a boardwalk is involved, you've won him over completely. All of his closest friends have won him at least one stuffed animal from the fair.

Enjoys not having to wear pants in his own apartment ❤️ (we love a relatable king)

Extremely scared of dogs due to being bit when he was a kid, but stick a cat in front of him and he's picking them up immediately.

Huge museum enthusiast and wants to visit as many as he can!

#ts4 #the sims 4 #ts4 edit #kmikapp #ts4 screenshots #the sims 4 edit #Suraj kennedy #holy fucking shit LORE..... #ive never written this much about any of my oc's. oh my god #shan what have you done!!! #anyways i love him A Lot and im so excited to see him in kmik i may actually die???? #these shots came out so nice tysm wooldawns preset ilysm 💘

[manofmanymons]

10 random and completely baseless Kaito headcanons because I'm bored

-Screams "FUCKING HELP THEM" at the camera man while watching nature documentaries

-yknow that post where someone downed scalding hot salty coffee just to fuck with the people who tried to prank them by switching their sugar with salt? Kaito would do that

-his sweet tooth is as bad as Miu's he's not fooling me

-100% the kinda guy to text "K." in response to a paragraph. Unless he's texting Miu. Then he's the one typing the paragraph and getting left on read.

-He's really chatty and honest with Dracmon and Dracmon only

-As a sister-haver he is always prepared for every conceivable girl emergency under the sun

-His favorite kh character would be Axel I think

-Always burns things in the kitchen out of impatience. "Why do ten minutes at two heat when I can do two minutes at ten heat" logic.

-Probably tried to convince Miu there was a monster in her closet when he was like 7

-That boy bites people. I'm sorry man but he's a human cat and his partner is vampire it's just true he bites people. "Love bites or like maliciously?" yes.

#digimon survive #kaito shinonome

[blackbackedjackal]

Not really related, but I have a story I think you'll like. When I was a tiny kid, think six or seven at most, our first grade class was visited by a local politician. I forget his name, but I think he was either our governor or some county politician.

Anyways, most his presentation was boring, but I remember one thing he talked about was how he led a regulation being introduced to prevent the buying/purchasing of pet fur (dog, cat) in the state and/or county. It was pretty standard stuff, he had his little spiel meant for little kids, it was going smoothly. It was basically "we won't let 101 dalmations happen here!". Then he asked for questions.

Well, what Mr. Politician didn't know was that little me was obsessed with dogs and cats (breeds, care policy, etc.). I had just watched an animal planet documentary of some kind that featured a woman making jewelry out of the shed fur from her cat. I also grew up with a dog who shed like a horse. So, naturally, I raised my hand and asked "What about fur from shedding?" I still remember the look on his face. He was utterly caught off guard by this question, and eventually mumbled something about how they hadn't considered that and it was probably covered under the existing law anyways. This was over a decade ago now, but I'll never forget that. It was the moment I learned a) politicians don't know jack shit, and b) the people who make the legislation that impacts how we regulate animal products don't know anything about animals.

That may have been The Dog and Cat Protection Act! DACPA was enacted when it was discovered that dog and cat pelts (often dyed) were being mislabeled as rabbit or mink hides and sold to US fur buyers. The law was likely put into place as an overcorrection due to public outrage and didn't consider all the ways dog and cat fur can be used or was used in the past.

But yeah, laws like that (and new laws like the fur ban in California) don't leave room for any exceptions without another committee or organization adding their input. I'm certain the reason the DACPA says that processing dog and cat hides for taxidermy is an exception because The Taxidermy Association had a say in the matter (and doesn't violate the law as there's no exchange made for the hide or mount. Only the services rendered). You absolutely caught Mr. Politician in a very awkward moment because things like that were defiantly not considered and yet a kid was able to find nuance in the subject lol. Like think of all the garments that could be made just from being able to collect shed fur from grooming alone!

#ask

[happyimagines]

Chicago PD: Jay/Reader

I was always told to never drive angry. I was told to take a deep breath, and then drive. And maybe if I did, I wouldn’t have had to skid and swerve and hit the curb with enough force to know that my car would need to go to a shop. The moon had taken its place in the night sky, and thankfully I had stopped on a street that was lit with enough lamps to feel slightly comfortable waiting for a tow. Slightly.

Taking a needed breath to calm myself, I went through my contacts. It was a night off, one that didn’t come around too often. And one that needed to be taken advantage of. That also meant that there was a chance that Kim wouldn’t answer her phone. After a few rings, it went to voicemail. Knowing that Adam and Kevin’s would do the same, I still attempted to call only to end up with the voicemail messages.

Finally, I called Jay.

The phone was answered after one ring.

“Aren’t you meant to be on a date?” He asked chuckling. Behind his voice, there were people singing karaoke.

“Supposed to be.” I sighed. “Look, I know it’s our night off, but I need help.”

“Are you okay?” There was an edge to his voice that told me the humour he answered with was gone.

“I’m fine. I hit a curb, and something’s wrong with my car. I called a tow and I don’t want to wait alone.” I took another deep breath.

“Okay,” Jay said after a beat. “Send me your location, I need to pay my tab. Do you want me to stay on the line?”

“Sending it now, and no, I’ll see you when you get here.”

Thankfully I hadn’t stopped too far from Jay’s location, probably Molly’s, as his car pulled in behind mine ten minutes after we hung up. I opened the car door and stepped out.

“What happened?” Jay asked as he met me at my car.

“To the car or the date?”

“Both!” Jay knelt down and began looking at my car to see what kind of damage I had done. As he did, I noticed him looking up from the car at my outfit from the date.

“Well, I think I damaged the axel. Something ran out, I think it was a cat or something and I swerved and hit the curb.” I kicked the tire lightly as I explained. “As for the date, we sat down, and then he got a phone call. Turns out that another girl he was interested in was free and he left.”

“Wait, he stood you up after you guys got to the restaurant?”

“Exactly! Thankfully we didn’t order anything, because I’m sure I would’ve had to pay his bill too.” I pinched my nose. “I basically got angry and left after him and I wasn’t thinking straight.”

“Makes sense. The guy’s an idiot by the way.” Jay offered with a smile. I smiled back and shivered as a gust of wind blew towards us. “Do you want to sit in the truck?”

“Yeah,” I nodded and followed after Jay towards his truck. He opened the passenger side door and gestured for me to get in. Once he got in, he started the car and the heating came on warming us.

“Thank you.” I said after sitting in silence for a few minutes. “I appreciate this.”

“Of course. I saw you calling Kim and Kevin and figured I’d be next.” Jay shrugged his shoulders and I looked at him. “They were singing at Molly’s when you tried to call.”

“Oh.” I nodded. “I thought that was a dying whale and you were watching a nature documentary.” I joked causing Jay to laugh. “But seriously, thanks.”

“You’d do the same if it were me.”

Before I could reply, the tow truck arrived. I began opening the door and as I did, Jay raised a hand to stop me as he got out and made his way to the tow truck driver. I watched as he spoke with the driver as the car was hooked up and he took the information as to where the car was going to be taken.

“I know a guy, and he’ll probably be able to get the car running back to normal by tomorrow night.” Jay told me getting back in. He handed me a business card of the garage he sent the car to. “I’ll take you there tomorrow.”

“Oh, thanks.” I took the card and put it into my bag. “I can just call a cab and I’ll let you get back to Molly’s.”

“Are you kidding?” Jay looked at the clock. “It’s like seven, if you want, we can get something to eat. You said it yourself that you didn’t eat. Besides, you’re already dressed for a date.”

“Is this your way of saying you want to take me on a date?” I teased. Jay rolled his eyes.

“How about we just get something to eat?” Jay asked before starting the car.

#Chicago PD imagines #Chicago PD oneshots #Jay Halstead imagines #Jay Halstead oneshots #One Chicago #One Chicago imagines #One Chicago oneshots

[electrosair]

hiiii! hope ur doing well ❤️I'm joining in on the matchup bandwagon as well yippeee

to give you a tiny bit of an idea about my personality, i'm an INFJ 9w1. I tend to be extremely shy, and closed off from people when it comes to talking about myself, as my main focus is on the people themselves and the world around me in general. I like to maintain peace and quiet and help the others around me - but also escape in other worlds through books, video games or fiction.

I'm very emotionally sensitive. I am also prone to overthinking and getting really anxious. It's easy to make me embarrassed too!

generally I don't bother people with my problems because I'd feel really selfish, but I am always willing to help those in need - hell people even come to me for advice, comfort or just to be heard. I kind of tend to neglect myself sometimes, when it comes to my physical energy or emotional well-being.

being social isn't very easy for me and I run out of energy quickly.

I have only a few friends. when I'm around them I tend to have a very positive and pleasant disposition! I actually tend to be a little louder than I normally am, and I've been told that it brings people at ease. also my optimism is seemingly infectious, or so I've been told. the thing is that I'm very optimistic around people, but negative with myself - I'm my own worst critic, I'm very harsh on myself.

I value honesty and I prefer for people to tell me things at face value. I can be blunt most of the time, but I usually read the emotional atmosphere and go easier with my words (sugarcoating most of the time), so I don't hurt the others around me (I tend to gently scold people sometimes). it's hard to make me angry, and also I forgive easily.

I am able to predict outcomes of situations most of the time, and it's helped me a lot (legit feel like I'm able to avoid any dangers fhsjfhd).

my favourite nation is Fontaine! lovely story, music, landscape and characters, and exploration is so fun. as for my favorite element, it has to be anemo!

during my free time I am usually reading about psychology stuff (I love understanding the human mind and people around me in general), playing video games, watching vtubers, watching documentaries (from nature to crime ones), or creating my own artwork, characters and generally just. creating things in my head and living in my own little world when things get too tough for me (its a good way for me to cope).

some fun facts as the cherry on top! I'm a very organized person. my entire room is SUPER organized, neat, super clean. some plushies, manga and books here and there.

I am good in academics, I'm hardworking, and I love animals. cats especially. I'm a sucker for cute things, and I kinda know how to cook. I don't have a lot of physical strength, I'm really weak.

I dedicate myself to those close to me a lot, at this point some people would call a sister figure or a "mom friend" lol.

🙏I hope this isn't a lot. if it is I'm super sorry I tend to ramble plenty;;; anyway make sure to take real good care of urself! sending love ~ ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

you can ramble all you want in my requests 😭

Lyney!

After getting to know you a little better he would make sure to ask you every so often how you've been feeling since he knows that if he doesn't ask you, you won't tell him anything.

He loves when you to start to open up little by little with him, he would try everything so that you can become closer and gain trust with him. One of the things he does is to invite you to the new shows he does, always in the front row so he can surprise you more.

He might even ask you what you would like to see in magic tricks or if you know any, he also wants ideas and would be willing to listen to you and figure out afterwards how he can do it. Lyney would also tell you about some of his own, but always in a discreet way so as not to ruin the moment of the performance for you.

He's probably a person who really appreciates order to have everything go according to plan, so I think you would also be pretty compatible in terms of little personality things like that as well. And the fact that you like cats so much just makes it even better.

#genshin impact #genshin impact fluff #fluff #genshin impact blurb #genshin impact headcanons #genshinimpact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin matchups #air matches you up #lyney #lyney fluff #lyney x reader

[nuadox]

Buzzing insights: Tracking bees with robotic flowers and hive sensors

- By Anthony King , Horizon -

Think of wildlife tracking and what probably comes to mind are documentaries following the majestic movements of elephants through the savannah, the graceful migrations of sea turtles in the deep blue and the prowling of big cats in dense jungles.

Yet, in the grand tapestry of nature, one creature that’s vital to the ecosystem but less in the spotlight can be found gently toiling away: the humble bee. Researchers are keeping a watchful eye on these buzzing wonders in a unique effort to understand their behaviour and ensure their survival.

Big buzz 

Bees pollinate 80% of all flowering plants, including more than 130 types of fruits and vegetables. Unsung heroes of the natural world, bees and other pollinators are responsible for up to €‎550 billion a year in global food production. 

‘We need to understand better how bees move and pollinate plants,’ said Dr Mathieu Lihoreau, a behavioural ecologist at the University of Toulouse. 

Cut to a farm outside Toulouse, the southern French city better known as the location of bigger winged objects: Airbus planes. 

But this is no ordinary farm. It’s an experimental site with, for example, no real flowers. Bumblebees and honeybees will be released into the fields – spread over 25 hectares – and tracked while flying to robotic flowers to taste a sugary reward. 

The experiment is part of a research project that received EU funding to improve understanding of how bees forage and interact. Lihoreau leads the project, which is called BEE-MOVE and runs for five years until the end of September 2026. 

He will trace dozens of bees simultaneously with a radar as they navigate around hundreds of robo-flowers set out in the fields. Knowing why bees buzz off in a certain direction can help improve crop pollination, conserve wild bee populations and save some rare plant species. 

Captivating creatures

While Lihoreau has always been fascinated by animal behaviour, as a student he pictured himself observing whales in the Pacific Ocean or primates in African jungles. But then as a young scientist he became captivated by much smaller creatures after joining a laboratory that studied ants. 

His attention now is on how bees navigate and make decisions as they seek nectar and pollen, orienting themselves using the sun, landscape features and even other bees. Because they collect food for themselves and harvest nectar and pollen for their colony, bees memorise the landscape. 

Research suggests bees can even have emotions and doubts, detect electric fields and count. 

‘I’m fascinated by them,’ Lihoreau said. 

In total, there are around 20 000 bee species and wild bees are critical for a healthy ecosystem. They’re vital assistants in the reproduction of plants by carrying pollen from one flower to another. 

Previously, researchers used large and expensive harmonic radars to track an antenna placed on the back of an individual bee. This allowed scientists to follow the bee as it weaved its way around a meadow, searching for flowers before returning home. 

But following just one bee gives merely a sliver of insight into what’s going on. Honeybees live in hives of thousands of worker bees and bumblebees reside in nests with dozens or hundreds. 

How bees act as a team or make efficient foraging decisions in the company of other pollinators are open questions.

Radar tracking

The BEE-MOVE radar will do its tracking without any of the bees having antennas. It uses the same technology as reversing sensors on cars, sending out energy waves to detect objects by bouncing off them. 

Lihoreau said that, to his knowledge, this is the first time such a radar has been used in ecology.

‘I want to show bees do not move randomly in the environment and to understand the rules that guide their sophisticated foraging,’ he said. 

The radar will track honeybees and bumblebees separately as they fly to the robo-flowers and then together. The planned robotic plants are small metal containers that recognise individual tagged bees as they alight on a platform and allow them in to sup sugar water.

Eventually, Lihoreau wants to investigate the effect on bee behaviour of adding contaminants like pesticides to the sugar water. 

Pesticide threats

Pesticides, including insecticides, used against pests like aphids are often neurotoxins.

‘Bees are in danger because they forage on plants that we treat with pesticides and then they feed on neurotoxins,’ said Lihoreau. 

The European Food Safety Authority said in 2018 that neonicotinoid insecticides pose a threat to wild bees and honeybees. Neonicotinoids are suspected of scrambling the bees’ navigation systems. 

Everything that bees learn when navigating a meadow, garden or cityscape is retained. This may ultimately leave them particularly vulnerable to neurotoxins. 

‘Because they have this tiny brain, probably every neuron is important,’ said Lihoreau. 

In agriculture, healthy bees are crucial for good yields in crops such as strawberries and almonds. 

‘Orchards hire beekeepers to bring in hives, but they need numerous healthy bees,’ said Dr Joao Encarnacao, a sensor expert at Irideon, a technology company in the Spanish city of Barcelona. 

Hive sensors 

If a hive is unhealthy, it can’t pollinate enough flowers and the fruit crop is reduced. But a farmer will become aware of a shortfall in pollinators only when it’s too late.

Encarnacao leads an EU-funded project – iPollinate – positioning sensors on hives to report real-time foraging of honeybees. The tracking technique relies on artificial intelligence and multiple coin-sized sensors placed on the hive. 

The information can be used by an orchard owner to spotlight the healthiest bee colonies or to learn the best locations for hives.

‘You get metrics that show you how productive the beehives are for pollination,’ said Encarnacao. ‘So far, nobody has enough information to know how to optimise things like the placement or the orientation of beehives, yet this might be the difference between having good pollination and bad.’

The project, which is due to end in December 2023 after three years, aims by then to have built a prototype of the sensor system. The plan is for the service to be available to commercial partners of the project in 2024.

The sensors have been tested in onion seeds in France and Israel, in berry fruit in countries including France, Spain and Portugal and in almonds and sunflowers in the US state of California. 

Californian almonds are a key target for iPollinate because about 2.5 million beehives are routinely set out across more than 500 000 hectares of almond groves – a big commercial opportunity for anybody who can improve pollination and, by extension, the harvest. 

Both iPollinate and BEE-MOVE highlight the crucial links between bees and the ecosystem as a whole, reinforcing the need to tackle biodiversity loss driven by human influences including pollution. 

‘Bees are on the frontline of an ecological crisis,’ said Lihoreau of BEE-MOVE. 

Research in this article was funded by the EU via the European Research Council (ERC). The views of the interviewees don’t necessarily reflect those of the European Commission.

This post Buzzing insights: tracking bees with robotic flowers and hive sensors was originally published on Horizon: the EU Research & Innovation magazine | European Commission.

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[purple-plum-petals]

OK I SAW THAT U HAD MATCHUPS OPEN I CAME RUNNING

ALSO NO RUSH, TAKE CARE OF URSELF BTW

so if its okay, i'd like a twst matchup plz!

personality;. I’m a 6w5 ENTP- except i dont really fit into the usual ENTP stereotype. it kind of actually relates to a lot of deeper psychology functions in each personality type. and i usually follow carl jung’s belief that each aspect of a personality is still in a person(even though it isnt common in them) and it can eventually be developed over time soooo yeah

in general, i can be pretty bright and chaotic but I can be super chill when i’m not in the mood for it. i kinda like being a menace and pranking people. sometimes, when I’m feeling extremely hyper, I like to make violent and/or flirty jokes. and i also laugh at my own jokes(but its kinda funny) and i also like to seem overly confident in myself. usually, im straightforward and blunt with people. however, with strangers, i’m more quiet and i won’t really talk to you unless you approach me first and then, i kinda of start smiling and being really friendly.

otherwise, i can actually be really responsible and smart. it’s just that i act dumb at first especially since it’s amusing to see how people would react to it

- Hobbiesss; i really, really like to research online about specific topics or listen to educational podcasts/documentaries/etc. or sometimes, im usually playing video games, or im simply talking to friends or sometimes, i like to chill and read

- dislikes; iii hate insects like i will cry at the sight of one. i dont like ppl who sugarcoat things and/or don’t actually mean what they say. I literally hate feeling bored like its the worst feeling in the world. i also tend to feel a little intimidated with overly tall people that are like over 6ft especially since i am 4”9

- likes; I rlly like horror moviesss/video games and music. i like video games in general too though and i rlly like learning. i also like mysterious and thriller stufffff. i also rlly like rings, i love them so much. anddd my birdss, i love my pets so muchhh- i also really like philosophy. i love math a lot mostly because i’m really good at it and especially because i love problem-solving and coming up with ideas

Thank you for sending in a match-up; I think that either Idia Shroud or Ace Trappola would be good matches for you!

Idia may be quite tall but, given how bad his posture is, his height shouldn't affect you too horribly considering he's always slouching. You two surprisingly work well together despite your differing energy levels and desire to cause mischief. You both enjoy playing video games and have vast amounts of knowledge on various topics, so Idia would enjoy spending time with you (when you're not too full of energy, that is). Idia would also find your sense of humor to be funny as he seems like the type of person who also laughs at his own jokes, so you two kind of hype each other up when the situation calls for it. He's also a very straightforward person who doesn't sugarcoat things, so most people agree that you two make a great match (even if they may not always appreciate your blunt nature). Idia would enjoy watching horror movies with you, probably laughing and pointing out different inaccuracies throughout the film. He's also a big fan of animals, especially cats, so he'd probably love to be able to pet and play with yours!

Ace would most definitely be your partner in crime. The two of you constantly get into trouble together whenever and wherever you can given that you both have fun when it comes to playing pranks on others. Ace would find your bluntness to be respectable, but also funny in certain situations since you don't sugarcoat your words (even in situations that may need a gentler delivery). He would also find it interesting that you play dumb around others, especially since he knows you’re a very intelligent and somewhat responsible person; the duality of your personality keeps him on his toes, for better or for worse. Ace, too, also hates feeling bored, so you two would probably always be doing something together whether it be visiting an amusement park or just window shopping together on Sage's Island. He also appreciates that you love horror movies since it's one of his favorite genres as well, so you two can go to the movie theatre and watch them together when you're not busy with class!

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[how-masterful]

Remastered

Dhawan!Master X Reader

Chapter 9: The Power of Three

Summary: The cubes arrived in mystery, and have stayed there for a whole year. You’ve dragged the curious, and slightly jealous, Master into a year of self imposed domesticity. But what happens when those strange cubes finally begin to wake up?

Notes: The first proper remaster of 2023! And yes, hold your shock, another series 7 episode. Would it make you laugh if i said this wasn’t even my favourite series (but is very much up there!) Thank you so much for all the love this series has gotten since it’s started. Our next part is story number 10 (well technically 13 if you count the four parter and the extra new earth- but like the Doctor, we could argue over numbers for days!) I hope you enjoy this part, and as always thank you to @plethora-of-imagines​ for being my proof reader in times of writing crisis!

It had been 365 days since they’d arrived. 

Palm sized black cubes, mathematically perfect to even the smallest micrometre, each exactly identical to one another, devoid of any and all differing imperfections. Black cubes that had rolled off the intergalactic production line, before dropping out of the sky as the sun rose over the horizon. A quick glance at your mobile news feed had brought you back to Earth to investigate, the Master arguing it was purely for jealous satisfaction- if somebody else was trying to invade your planet, he wanted to know. You also considered his desire to stay put for the first week to see if the Doctor would make an appearance, sticking her blonde head out of the TARDIS door and solving the problem as easy as mowing the lawn. 

But the Doctor never showed, the familiar wheeze of the blue box never drifting through the breeze. Instead, UNIT had taken a chance upon the next best thing- and now Kate Stewart had a tracking proof, bug proof, anything proof burner phone loaded with her number and given to the Master, one also kept for herself. A deal that would most definitely be under review, pending the results of the cubes.

If there was anything the Master excelled at, beyond flamboyant universal conquest and being the last great appreciator of disco, it was playing the long game. Years of establishing himself as anything from professors to prime ministers, building an entire afterlife to waiting out nearly eighty years jail hopping, had trained the Timelord to gain a strangely enviable level of patience: the application of said patience always depending on rather the less enviable, more volatile nature of his mood swings. 

If you were to simplify things, the Doctor was a hyperactive puppy: needing constant mental enrichment, her conversations a tangle of tangents and unfollowable trails of thought. But the Master was the most seasoned of spoiled house cats: able to lounge and preen in bouts of attention, concocting his own games to keep himself dangerously occupied. If silence from the doctor was a moment of peace, silence from the Master was inspiration for suspicion. 

Luckily for you, you were privy to the times where the Master could be nothing of the sort.

His hearts pounded softly within his warm skin, your naked form pressed against his bare chest, bodies glistening with a thin sheen of sweat as you lay in a satisfied pile upon the sofa. The Master's hands were idly trailing down your spine, fingers drawing the ghosts of shapes, a warm brown fur blanket covering your lower halves- a feeble attempt at some sort of privacy from the room. Your eyelids were almost heavy, hair sprawling behind as the tv continued to play the long abandoned reality shows. The cubes were their own celebrities now, a year after they’d dropped out of the sky. Tv documentaries, dramas, crafting shows, soap operas. Hollywood was even trying to cash in. 

The evening had started with yourself and the Master watching (or in his case, hate watching) the Apprentice, the pair of you smirking at the fact Lord Sugar probably had no clue he’d be still hosting the show with his consciousness in a droid in the future. But the Masters wandering hands had ensured you’d missed quite a lot of the episode.

“There's no way they’ll end up profiting.” The Master said softly, fingers still delicately caressing.

You hummed in agreement, pressing a small peck to his collar.

“I’ve got no clue who's the project manager.”

“Pink shirt, she’s a little bossy but willing to cooperate. Blue shirt overspent on the catering, he’s not going to stand a chance in the boardroom.”

You chuckled softly, the Master turning his gaze down to stare at you curiously.

“What?”

“You.” You replied, adjusting yourself to meet the Master's eyes.

“You’re laying on my sofa on a random Thursday. We’ve played a game of chess, gone for a walk, and even though we’ve been to the shops we still decided to order a takeaway. You sat here and told me how you almost stopped pizza ever being invented, and now we’re watching the Apprentice after having sex.”

The Master blinked puzzlingly.

“I’m waiting for the funny part.”

You tilted your head, fingertips gently circling over the skin of his chest, drawing shapes around one of his hearts.

“I never thought you’d be so domestic. I like it.”

The Master gaped in disbelief, bordering on wild offence. You giggled once more as the Timelord narrowed his eyes in disgust.

“How dare you use that word. I’d rather you call me a bastard.”

“I did say I liked it, though! It’s been so long since I've spent time on Earth like this, so mundane. It’s a nice change of pace, not worrying about being on the wrong end of a death ray.”

He shifted beneath you, pulling an arm behind his head and reclining back upon it. You moved along with his adjusted position, resting upon your elbow, your hair falling loosely behind.

“It’s also slightly comical to see the man I've seen blow up entire planets do the weekly shop.”

“You forget I've spent my fair share of days on Earth, love.” The Master bit back, the ugly chill of his exile breezing across the back of his neck.

“I’m not a stranger to the domestic, just highly opposed to it.”

“It’s nice, though. What we’ve been doing. You have to admit, it’s hardly been torture.”

You began to walk your fingers teasingly over the Masters collar, fingertips ghosting over the veins in his throat, creeping towards his jaw.

“You can’t say you haven’t been treated right.”

The Master hummed out a devious chuckle, slowly bucking his hips beneath you, urging your body to inch closer to his own.

“Mmm, that is true. My lovely wife has indeed helped to keep the bed nice and warm. And this sofa. And the bath. And the dining table, if I remember rightly.”

You playfully shushed him, placing a finger upon his lips. Your touch soon morphed to cradle his cheek, thumb brushing over the bone. The Timelord didn’t protest a single movement.

“The nicest part of it is having you here with me. Being able to share this part of myself with you.”

A small smile curved upon the Master's lips, his brown eyes softening somewhat.

“Well love, you’ve hardly been selfish with the other parts of yourself.”

“You’re a goddamn sex fiend.”

You teased, leaning down and stealing a small peck from the Timelords lips.

“Takes two to tango.”

He leant up to deepen your connection, warm hands snaking around your back and attempting to pull your body closer to his own. You knew if you indulged you wouldn’t be able to move, locked in an endless spiral of delicious ecstasy, one you would never dream of attempting to free yourself from. But you were also beginning to feel the chill of sweat settle across your skin, the layer of dew making the encounter feel slightly less romantic than it should have.

“No, Master, stop it-”

You warned, pulling the Timelords hands from your waist and clutching them within your own. The Master grinned, leaning back against the sofa and giving a carefree shrug, relinquishing control of his arms to your touch.

“I’m going to run a bath.”

The Master's eyebrow raised as you pulled yourself free from his clutches, sliding from under the blanket and laying it back over the Master's bottom half. You plucked his shirt from the pile of clothes decorating the floor, throwing it over your head and doing up the buttons, ignoring the way the Master dramatically pouted at the loss of your fully naked body. You made your way out of the lounge and onto the stairs, out of sight of the Timelord. It wasn’t like he hadn’t already committed every part of you to memory.

“I’m going to use that new body wash I got today.”

You said innocently, calling over your shoulder as you headed up the stairs.

“I may need a second opinion on it!”

The Master chuckled to himself, before settling down to stare up at the ceiling, a large breath escaping his lungs. He pondered to himself, alone with his thoughts, the Apprentice successfully ignored. He mulled over your words, turning them over in his head. Tasting them, taking in their scent, seeing if he liked the sensation of them. You said he was being domestic… one step up from being domesticated. You also said you liked it. But you also didn’t say you liked it more, he reasoned. You hadn’t indicated a preference for any of his states of being. Which made his analysis of your words feel even stranger.

Did you prefer him like this? The normal husband, rather than the spaceman that took you away? Would you mourn the loss of this when he inevitably found out who was trying to invade the planet he’d already called dibs on? Or, a more terrifying prospect, would this invasion ever end?

The Master's face fell. He hadn’t ever considered the idea of not knowing. In the many, many endings he’d planned for the scenario, not one of them had included never finding out the reason why. Of course, knowing his luck, the moment you both left earth the cubes would detonate and pulverise the planet, and you would never let him live it down. But that would also mean he kept you away from harm.

The Timelord scowled, furrowing his brow. He didn’t like the amount of questions his brains were presenting. He never liked thinking about a plan with this much detail. Especially when it wasn’t his. A tiny part of him scolded himself for taking a companion and letting himself have something else to look after beside himself. But the other parts of him proceeded to beat that thought into the ground, squashing it beneath their metaphorical shoes.

He turned towards the coffee table, the Tv having swapped to some random drama about a historical figure, and stared at the small black cube. It sat next to the empty pizza box and the unlit candle, right beside the abandoned TV remote and the Masters new favourite glasses. 

He reached over and plucked the pair of spectacles from the table, grasping hold of the cube in his other hand as he placed the glasses on his face. He inspected the cube with a newfound disgruntlement, spinning the mathematically perfect creation in his hands. Why did these stupid little cubes arrive? Who sent them? And why were they still here, if not to give him an extreme internal crisis?

“What are you?” He muttered to himself, squinting his eyes to scrutinise the box.

“What are you doing?”

The Master scrunched his nose in disapproval, his narrow eyes now a full blown glare.

“You’ve survived fire, ice, gravity, atomic radiation, and even tissue compression. Do something.” He urged, hands now clutching the box tighter.

“Do something, you annoying thing. Go on. Or are you just a waste of my time?”

The Master paused, watching the cube intently. He waited, internally goading the small black box to do something. But it did nothing, sitting in his grasp as it had done for the last year. With a grunt, the Master flung the box across the room, letting it tumble to the floor and crash into the carpet. 

He stared at the box for a brief moment, his anger rising exponentially when suddenly, the cube opened.

Upstairs you were in the bathroom, the door having opened with a small squeak. You headed over towards the bag of toiletries you’d bought, unpacking the items onto the side. You couldn’t help but wonder if the Master had been slightly put off by your words earlier. He was a sarcastic bitch at the best of times, an eye roll never too far behind. But you worried he’d taken your words to hearts. You’d poured your soul out to him with the best intentions. Well, it was more like you’d filled a coffee mug rather than refilling the Pacific, however the point still stood. 

You did enjoy your time of domestic bliss, free from trouble and danger and peril. You enjoyed the domesticity of the TARDIS too. Reading in the library, swimming in the pool, picking disguises from the wardrobe and playing bedroom roulette. Baking cakes with ingredients that if baked wrong would set your hair on fire, ordering things from Kerblam and trying to hide the packages from the Master, knowing full well they’d show up in the order history and on the transactions of his intergalactic black card. It was domestic, but it was a new kind. One where instead of him sharing his world with you, you were sharing yours with him.

A small pulsating sound pulled you from your introspection, the famed body wash being placed upon the side. You turned over your shoulder, hoping it was merely the humming of the pipes. Instead it was the small cube in the corner, which had effectively become a candle stand. You plucked the small candle from the top of the cube, abandoning the jar to the side of the bath as you stared at the cube in awe. The small box had begun to shimmer a deep blue, glowing and spiralling in what you presumed to be an alien text. You leant down, bringing the cube to eye level, staring curiously at the small box. 

You played through every possibility- was it about to explode? Hatch? Was this a message from whoever sent the thing? Was it… alive?

The sprawling blue swirls disappeared as soon as they arrived. You stretched out a hand to grasp hold of the box, hand clamping down on the top of the square, when a painful sensation shot through your hand. You pulled away with a wince, cradling your wrist and inspecting the damage- A small square of needle pricks sat in the palm of your hand, tiny droplets of blood pooling at the mouths of the wounds. Your fears of alien tetanus were distracted by a steady beeping noise emanating from the cube. 

You looked up, eyes widening. The cube was showing your pulse.

The Master scurried over from his place on the couch, ignoring how the loss of the blanket left him rather exposed. He crouched down onto the floor, staring down at the awakening cube with widened eyes. The far side of the cube had opened, the panel sliding upwards, and a large beam of blue light spurted from the other side. The Master attempted to outrun the cube, darting to the other side to face it, but the cube was much faster. Before the Master could peer inside the cube had snapped its open side shut, taunting the Timelord by opening the panel on the other side instead. The Master growled, circling the cube once more, but the cube continued its game. After three more attempts the Master grasped hold of the cube, determined to see inside. The small black box was instantly searing hot in his hands, like it had been sat on a grill. The Master winced and threw the box into the air, proceeding to throw and catch the cube through various levels of pain.

 He ran through the door that linked the lounge to the kitchen, small welts appearing on his palms as he nakedly juggled the cube, wincing and swearing like a sailor as he went. The washing up bowl was still in the sink, the water ice cold, having been forgotten about from breakfast. The Timelord threw the sizzling cube into the bowl, the water bubbling and boiling like a cauldron. The cube refused to relent, steam and bubbles errupting to the surface. Saying a silent prayer, the Master turned on the cold tap, the bowl spilling over and into the wider basin of the sink. He hoped that would be enough to stop it burning its way through the centre of the Earth.

“Master!” You called urgently from the top of the stairs.

The Timelord turned over his shoulder, before glancing down at himself, visible debate upon his features. While he was sure you wouldn’t mind, he also considered that being fully naked beyond a pair of tortoise shell glasses wasn’t the most polite state of dress to be in when running up such a high water bill. He also hoped the neighbours were also distracted with their own cubes, and not nosy enough to see his antics through the floor to ceiling glass door to the garden. Purely for your sake, that was. Nudity had never been a thing of shame for his current face. He had been Rasputin, after all.

“Master!”

You called again, racing down the stairs, still only wearing his shirt. The Master sped into the living room, eyes scanning over the piles of clothes. His trousers, or underwear for that matter, were nowhere to be seen. Where the hell did you throw them?

“Fuck!” 

He hissed to himself, before grasping the blanket from the sofa and tying it around his waist like a towel. He ran into the hallway, the blanket already threatening to slide down his legs. You ended up meeting in the middle, your arms leaning on the bannister and you looked down at your husband.

“The cube in the bathroom just spiked my palm and showed my pulse!” You yelled, the Master grasping hold of the blanket and glancing back to the lounge. 

“The one on the coffee table kept opening its sides and then got boiling hot- also, where the hell did you throw my trousers?”

You looked down at the Master and gave a snorting laugh, when a loud bang came from the downstairs bathroom. It was a metallic zap, the sound colliding with metal. You both looked at the door, then each other, then back at the door as the sound grew louder and louder. The Master was about to step forwards, likely in an effort to be the brave one and open the bathroom door, but the cube beat him to it. 

The door swung open, the metal lock now burnt and smoking, and a cube came floating outwards, hovering menacingly in the air. You blinked in shock, your lips parting to ask what it was doing, when the front side slid open and a small laser sat within. The metal laser looked you both up and down, and you looked at the Master in confusion. But the Master was preoccupied with ducking from the blue laser bolt that had been shot directly at his head, which instead proceeded to shatter the vase of flowers on the side.

“Up!”

The Master cried, but you were already halfway up the stairs. With one hand covering his face and the other clutching at the blanket the Master stormed up the stairs, swiftly catching up with your speed and almost sprinting into the bedroom. The pair of you pressed your backs against the door, your fingers frantically trying to twist the knob shut. The floating cube was sending an assault in your direction, firing randomly and rapidly in every direction it could. Holes were punctured in the walls, pictures were shot down, the carpet singed. Now you anticipated that the cube would try to shoot you both dead. You knew if you took a death ray to the head, the ending would be quite swift. If the Master took the hit, you’d have to pray the wardrobe was fireproof. Either way, through fire or fury, you’d never get the deposit back.

You shut your eyes as you focussed on keeping the door pressed shut, the Master joining your mission as you felt the door continuously jolt forwards. The hits were heavy, but never enough to send the door free of its latch. It continued its firing for an endless two minutes, but those minutes felt like a day. It took the Master's hesitant prying of your body from the back of the door for you to realise the firing had stopped.

“Is it-”

The Master pressed a finger from his free hand to his lips, gesturing to the door with a tilt of his head. You swallowed, nodding in agreement as he ever so gently began to open the bedroom door. You spotted the TCE in his grasp, fingers clutching it like a phone- likely an instinct to carry it, you hadn’t even felt him leave the door to fish it from his jacket pocket on the chair. The Master wordlessly stepped out into the hallway, and you braced for the chaos. Maybe the cube was smart enough to plan a sneak attack. Growing the courage to poke your head around the door, you saw the Master was creeping down the staircase with slow, deliberate strides. You took the deepest of breaths as you carefully followed, watching as he peered through the bannister to watch the cube. He tilted his head like a curious animal, beckoning you with his head again, all while keeping his gaze on the lounge. You scuttled over to meet his side, careful not to squeak any troublesome floorboards.

“What’s it doing?”

You whispered, watching as the cube hovered in front of the tv. It was scanning it, cycling through endless images and scrolling through Wikipedia pages at lightning speed. You saw the history of the world pass over the screen, images of bombs and tanks mashed in with pictures of animals, machines and athletes.

“I’d say it’s doing its homework.” The Master whispered back.

“On what? Weaponry? Politics? Evolution?”

“Everything. Maybe it’s building up its information banks to… um… honestly I’ve not got a clue what it's doing now.”

The Master trailed off, confusion creeping across his features. The cube had stopped scrolling through Wikipedia, and was now on social media. Pictures of dogs in hats, a Youtube video on making bread, an Instagram model's trip to Paris. The cube was making its way rapid fire through every single social network site around. It had even posted a blank tweet.

The sound of a phone pinging upstairs stole your attention, the pair of you wincing as you anticipated the cube turning to face you both. You held your breath, awaiting the death ray, but it never came. The cube was too busy playing a game of Solitaire to notice. Sparing a glance to the Master, you cleared your throat.

“HEY!”

You called. The cube didn’t flinch. It was still hovering in the air, playing the game as fast as it could.

“C’mon.”

The Master had begun to trudge back upstairs, heading towards the bedroom and disappearing through the door. The cube had now begun online shopping, scrolling through hundreds of pairs of shoes and handbags, and was searching for a discount code. Your earlier fear had been replaced with pure confusion. Why had it suddenly ditched its efforts to kill you… to scroll the internet like a person?

By the time you’d finally made it upstairs, the Master was sitting on the bed and fishing a phone out of his jacket pocket. You recognised the device immediately as it fell into his lap.

“That's the UNIT phone, isn’t it?”

The Master nodded in reply. He looked at the notification and smirked, before extending out his arm for you to read it.

“I think we’ll be needing a quick shower rather than a relaxing bath, love.”

The Timelord said as you peered forward to read the message.

“Come to the Tower of London ASAP. Matter of Urgency. Kate.”

While your arrival at the tower had been expected, what you found within was not. The cubes had been active for approximately 47 minutes before shutting down, UNIT having had almost 300 under constant monitor. One caused mood swings, another blew fire, and one played a constant, ear splitting rendition of ‘Agadoo’ on repeat. You joked that the poor soul sitting in that box with the cube was due some serious workplace compensation. 

You could tell the Master was restless, the situation poking at him in a way that set his teeth on edge. Standing in that room, endless questions being shot at him, suspicious eyes of every worker who’d read his extensive, extensive case file. The file that, according to Kate, was more like a filing cabinet. And that was just from the seventies. He couldn’t work with all those hands on deck, he needed the air to think. So, you’d dragged him to a wall overlooking the Thames. Give him space to breathe, you considered. To calm himself down and think.

“Earth is such a shithole.” He muttered to himself, staring at the vast body of water.

“Your politicians are corrupt, your capitalist societies are draining you dry, you have no idea how to be nice to each other anymore.”

“Is shithole Gallifreyan for ‘alien renegades dream?’” You asked with a small smile.

The Master shook his head.

“A renegades dream is a planet worth concurring. I spent seven quid on a coffee on Monday. There's no saving this place.”

You laughed softly, swinging your legs lightly on top of the wall.

“Years ago I'd have asked what else there was, where on Earth doesn’t function this way. But now? After being with you?... I’m inclined to agree. I’ve seen so much out there… whole different ways of running things, whole different societies. I’ve lived in your world and now everything seems so… different. It’s comforting, I know it’s mine, it’s where I came from. But I’ve seen the end of the universe, Master-” You said, taking hold of the Timelords hand.

“And now everything seems slightly-”

“Strange?”

You nodded in agreement, leaning into his shoulder. The Master stared down at the water, watching the waves lap against each other, crashing softly into the concrete wall.

“You said you enjoyed seeing me here.” The Master said rather bluntly.

“That you enjoyed seeing me so… domestic.”

“I knew that word would bite me in the ass.” You hummed out a laugh, turning your head to face the Master.

“I didn’t mean to insult you. I also didn’t want you to think I wanted to change you. You told me about Missy, how the Doctor wanted a different you. But I didn’t mean that I liked you changed, I meant-”

“I know what you meant.”

You gaped at the Master, who was now making his way towards the same smile you’d worn earlier. It was slightly painful, as if he was fighting against his own body to get out the words. As if years of hardened instinct were being chiselled at, piece by piece.

“Could you… maybe tell me what you think I meant?”

“You meant that we had very, very different lives. And while we’ve spent our time together perhaps I overlooked the fact that you’re human. I took you away from earth and let you in. But this year-”

“I brought you to Earth and did the same.” You said, filling in the gap. The Master nodded, your hand slowly creeping to make your way into his.

“I don’t want you to think I've forgotten who you are, Master. That I don’t appreciate the fact that you’re literally a whole different species to me. Maybe that's why I like it so much, seeing you living in a house and doing human things. Because I know you’re an alien, a mass murdering criminal one, but you’re putting in that effort for me.”

The Master raised an eyebrow in warning.

“You’re making me sound far too nice.” He bit.

“Master,” You chided, squeezing his hand.

“What do you want me to say? You’re only being nice to me because you’re a manipulative bastard who wants to take over the universe? That I only ran away with you because you promised me great sex?”

“Now you’re making me out to be a monster.” He purred. You playfully swatted him on the arm.

“You’re not a monster, you’re a Master. Who picked up his own human stray and looked after it better than the Doctor ever could.”

The Master couldn’t help the smirk that crossed over his face. It was quite the unspoken truth amongst him and his old friend. One the Master would now hold as eternal bragging rights until the end of time.

“And now I'm working with UNIT. If the old me could see me now-”

“Maybe when we solve the invasion we can work on your acceptance of character growth.” You suggested. The Master sighed.

“I should’ve told Kate to gather all those cubes and destroy them. Lock them away. Keep them out of sight.”

“You did the best you could.” You argued. “You offered to help, and you’ve constantly been feeding back. And let's be realistic here, would they have listened to you?”

“No.” The Master grumbled. “But the one time I actually try to help, it’s pointless.”

“It’s not pointless-”

“If i’d told them to leave them out, they would’ve thought I was behind them and not trusted a word I said. If I'd told them to get rid of them, they’d’ve thought I’d planned to use them as, I don’t know, bugs or something. Wanting to know where the super secret UNIT storage is.”

“You already know that, though.” You pointed out. “You stuck the address on the fridge.”

“But they would think that anyway. And now, I look like a useless help because now the cubes ARE doing something.”

“You couldn’t have known that-” 

“But I should’ve! World domination is my thing, love. This is what I do! God knows I've been trying for centuries. And now these stupid little boxes turn up and all of a sudden they’re breaking into government systems, hacking the Pentagon. I could’ve stopped this. But nobody had the balls to trust me.”

“Kate does.” You suggested, leaning into the Masters side.

“Obviously speaking metaphorically. If she’s anything like her dad, from what you’ve told me, she’ll be able to tell when you’re working with slightly less evil intentions than usual. Like that story you told me about the Axons.”

The Master smiled to himself, staring down at his shoes.

“We still went back to hating each other afterwards. He locked me in a prison and punched me in the face in the death zone.”

“All in one day?”

“No, two separate days. Two separate bodies.”

You wrapped your arm around his back, fully leaning into his side and resting your head on your shoulder.

“Well I'm sure you were doing lots of wonderfully horrible, wickedly cruel and criminally genius things that deserved such twisted justice.” You purred. The Master chuckled, resting his head on top of your own.

“You don’t have to grovel, love.” He said. “I already married you.”

You laughed gently, nestling more comfortably against his side.

“I like seeing how big I can inflate your ego before you know I'm teasing.”

“Obviously, you can’t tell anybody about any of this. I’ll more than happily hypnotise you.” The Master suggested with no malice in his tone. You shook your head, eyes resting shut as you listened to the sounds of the waves.

“You don’t have to hypnotise me, Master. Sooner or later you always get what you want.”

The pair of you sat in a comfortable silence, allowing the sounds of the cityscape to wash over you. You could have sat there forever, cuddled up to the Master and-

“That's it!”

The Master suddenly yelled, pulling his head from your own. You pulled away from his shoulder, staring at the Timelord, eyes riddled with confusion.

“What’s it?”

“They got what they wanted! The cubes got what they were after!”

The Master pressed a firm kiss to the top of your head, grasping at your cheeks and making you splutter in shock.

“C’mon!” He called, already sprinting back to the tower.

By the time you’d caught up with him, the Master was already laying out his plan. You looked around in confusion as you stepped into the base of the tower- The power was completely out.

“Do you have a back up?” You asked, jumping into the conversation.

“We’ve got three.” Kate replied. “Each kept separate and constantly maintained. This shouldn’t be possible.”

“Well, is it the cubes?” You looked towards the Master, who was already typing away madly at the computer. You met the eyes of the guy at the desk, who sent an unsure glance. You hardened your gaze, attempting to send the strongest message possible- the Master, for once, could be 100% trusted.

“Most likely.” The Master called over his shoulder.

“But how does it link with earlier?”

“You set a scan for their activity, while you’ve been gone it's been off the scale. Perhaps they’re… recharging?”

“By that logic it took them 365 days to charge up. Did we see anything to suggest that?”

You asked, following the head of scientific research further into the base.

“No, we would have noticed!” The Master yelled over his shoulder.

“We noted nothing. No spikes, no surges, nothing. Maybe they had the energy already when they landed.”

“Then why take a year to act on power you already had?”

The Master spun around in his chair, eyebrows furrowed as he thought. You could tell your earlier chat was pushing him further than before. He was determined to figure this out… Whatever it was.

“What's that?”

He asked suddenly, pointing towards the closest cube container. You turned around to look at the metal box, peering through the window at the cube. Kate brought her torch up to the window and gasped softly. The cube was glowing once again with the blue energy you’d seen earlier. Only this time, instead of its side emblazoned with alien text, it read a simple number. 

7

The Master pushed himself from the chair, pushing his fingers against the glass as he peered into the box between you. Kate hurried over to the next box, peering in through the glass.

“This one says it too.”

“And this one!” You said, staring into a third box.

“And the one over there. They all say seven.”

“Why would they do that?”

The Master pinched the bridge of his nose and frowned, as if trying to yank the answer from one of his many brains.

“Seven… Wonders of the world?” Kate offered. 

“Continents, days of the week, seven seas?”

“Is it the planets? Seven planets have influence over humanity?” You suggested.

The Master's head suddenly shot up, his nose almost pushed against the glass as he stared down at the small black cube.

“Sides of a cube.”

“What?” You said, meeting his side.

“Seven sides of a cube. A cube has seven sides.”

“Is this extratemporal physics again?”

“No, no cubes have seven sides.” The Master said, narrowing his eyes.

“The six you can see… and the inside.”

It was almost as if the cubes had heard his words. The lights in the building suddenly burst back into life, illuminating the UNIT base. In the same moment, the cubes all began to flicker, the blue text upon them shifting and changing.

6

“It’s a countdown!”

The Master declared, spinning on his heels to face both you and Kate. You stared at the cubes in confusion, a million questions coursing through your mind.

“How long do we have? Minutes?”

“You’ve got until they hit zero, then you’ve got nothing.”

“It can’t be minutes.”

“They’re alien cubes that fell out of the sky, Kate, they can count down in whatever fashion they like.”

The Master met Kate's eyes, his hardened expression knitted together with stone cold severity.

“Whatever they’re going to do won’t be good. Get it out however you can- news, radio, social media, text, amber alert. Hell, I'll give you the password to Archangel, god knows they never changed it.”

Kate stared at the Master wordlessly and the Timelord stared back, his voice laced with deepest sincerity.

“I need you to trust me, Kate, as much as you can bring yourself to. Just get your precious humanity away from those cubes.”

“But why now?” You interjected. “If we’re running on Kate's theory, they already had the ability to do all this stuff. Why did they wait so long?”

The Master's eyes were shifting. He was knitting together a theory in his mind, his brains fizzing with resolve.

“Because they needed time… they needed trust… Harold Saxon!”

You sent the Master a strange look, Kate joining you with a raised eyebrow. The Master smiled, his eyes wide with excitement.

“I’ve done this before! When I was Saxon, I landed eighteen months before election day. I knew people wouldn’t trust me the moment I landed, I needed to slowly convince everybody to vote.”

“But you had the Archangel network, the cubes aren’t hypnotising people.” You replied.

“No, they’re not. But this was politics. I needed to be irresistible, one wrong moment of press could cost everything. But the cubes are just that- cubes. They can’t talk, they don’t move, but they’re clever- they rely on people to naturally convince themselves to trust them. Use that herd mentality, bring them into their lives, their homes, make memes and documentaries and fake twitter accounts, become unsuspiciously mundane. And then, once you’re inside-”

“You reveal who you truly are.” Kate finished. The Master snapped his fingers in her direction.

“Like what you did with MI6 too. Get inside, get trusted, get the information, use it to your advantage. Learn how to attack.”

The Master nodded at your words.

“We took our eyes off the horizon just as things were coming over it.” The Master said, his words echoing something the Doctor had said a long time ago.

“Get that information out as fast as you can.”

The Master said, turning back to Kate.

“Obviously not the stuff about me. But everything else, go go go!”

By the time the word had spread to the news, the cubes had counted down to the number 3. The Master hadn’t stopped staring at the cubes, watching them count down with a dangerously growing fascination. It was as if a year of private musing had built up to full blown fixation. He wanted to know what happened when the taunting little boxes reached zero.

“I’m going in there.”

He decided, stating his decision proudly to both you and Kate.

“What? Why?” You asked, spinning around in your chair.

“What if it, like, explodes?”

“That’s the reason I'm not sending you in.” He smirked. “The magic of me is there’s always another one that comes next.”

“Are you serious?”

“I know it’s not going to explode.”

“How?”

“Because one cube already has!” He said, staring at the map.

“There's roughly 100 billion cubes on earth. And in those 47 minutes every cube did something different. One of those cubes exploded in Japan. So we know it's not going to do that.”

“How can you be so sure?” Kate questioned. The Master smiled darkly, grasping hold of the metal door of the container and yanking it open.

“Because the best showmen never reveal their final trick before the end. Wish me luck, my love!”

The Master sauntered inside the box, slamming the door shut behind him as the number lowered once more.

2

“We can do this remotely!” Kate called through the glass as the Master sat down on the small stool. He gestured to the glass and to his ears, throwing his hands up in a questioning manor. You sighed and knocked on the glass wall, the Master still pretending to not hear a thing.

“This isn’t the sound proof one! You can still hear us!”

You yelled, and the Master rolled his eyes. He sat comfortably, placing his hands upon the table and staring down at the cube. He waved innocently to you from the inside of the capsule. You stood in wait, anxiously nibbling your bottom lip.

1

The number counted down once more. You leant forward. So did Kate. So did the Master. The three of you held your breath, waiting in pure anticipation. Your stomach was churning, feeling like it was climbing higher and higher on a roller coaster track, inching towards the precipice with every agonising second.

0The Master smiled in anticipation. You felt your stomach drop as the coaster threw itself down the descending track. The top of the cube smoothly slid open as it had done hours before, only this time it stayed open. The Master leant forward, carefully manoeuvring himself to hover over the open box. He peered inside, Kate standing on her toes to try and see what was inside. 

“Well?” You asked hesitantly, eyes flickering between staring at the Master and staring at the cube.

“What's inside?”

The Master inspected every corner of the cube, staring with all the power his gaze could muster. He stared at every side, every inch of the inside of the cube. All the theories that had been wrestling inside his head withered and perished.

“Nothing…” He growled, anger surging inside his chest and sparking through his body

“There's nothing!” The Master snarled, reaching to grasp hold of the cube. He threw the box to the other side of the container, gritting his teeth and storming towards the door.

“Why, why is nothing inside?!”

“Isn’t that a good thing?” You called after the Master, following him towards the desk, his furious gaze devouring every inch of data present.

“Nothing inside means no bombs, aliens, invasive plants. Empty means good, right?”

“Empty means nothing!”

He snapped, investigating the board.

“But it means the general public is safe, right?” Kate clarified, standing behind the man at the desk who was slowly inching away from the furious Master. The Master growled, turning to face Kate with an exasperated expression.

“No! You don’t do this without payoff! Every single movement by those stupid little cubes has been calculated, precise. Them being empty means you sent billions of cubes to earth, made them sit for a year, put on a show and couldn’t carry it out!”

“Master, look at the screen.” Your voice wavered, the Timelord following your finger as you gestured urgently to the screen. The various feeds of CCTV around the world were showing the same exact thing: People in cafes, streets, offices, parks, homes. All of them were collapsing to the ground, clutching their chests, before falling still on the floor.

“Oh my god, they’re dying!” Kate said. The Master's face turned even more perplexed.

“How, how are they dying, why are they dying? Why doesn’t any of this make any sense?!”

“Kate, do we know the cause?”

“I want intel, give me reasons why-”

“Why is this happening?!” The Master groaned loudly, pacing a hole in the floor before the desk.

“The cubes, they show off a bit, they go dormant, they open and suddenly-”

The Timelord felt a venomous punch in the chest, a burning hot wound sizzling him through the inside out. He let out a choked shriek, his body lurching himself backwards and into the wheeled desk chair, the chair rolling back against the floor as he clutched at his chest in a panic. He could feel his arteries seizing, the power in the left of his chest being snatched away with red hot fury.

“Master, what’s wrong?”

You clamoured urgently, the Timelord craning his neck to look at you. He gasped for breath, eyes almost bulging out of his head as he clawed at his chest in pain. 

“I don’t, ack, I don’t-” He panted as you rushed over to his side.

The computer began to beep rapidly, the man on the desk frantically ingesting the new readings that were coming in.

“Global reports in a surge in heart failures-”

“ACK!” The Master cried, his voice strangled as he violently scratched at his shirt.

“Oh my god, ah, only one heart!”

Your eyes widened almost comically as the Masters fists began to thump furiously upon his chest, hitting in a fast rhythm of four as he attempted to restart its beating.

“Shit!”

“Only one heart, fuck, only one heart! Not working, ack-”

You grasped hold of the back of his chair, mainly to stop the Masters sporadically kicking legs from sending him dizzy.

“Ok, shit-”

“Only one heart, only one heart!”

“I’ll get you to the hospital!”

“Don’t you fucking dare!”

He shrieked, waving a trembling hand towards the screen.

“Turn me around, show me, turn me around!”

You pushed hard against the back of the chair, sending the Master rolling towards the desk as the screen flashed a violent red with warning signs.

“Show me what the cubes did after they opened!”

“I don’t-”

“Do as he says!” Kate snapped, and the man on the desk instantly began typing. He pulled up every reading they had. Temperature, weight, size, shape-”

“Look at the currents!” The Master cried.

“Sudden spike in electrical field.” The man on the desk said.

“No-” Kate exclaimed. “They stole the power?”

“They’re signal boxes! Steal the electricity, find the closest idiot leaning in and BAM!”

The Master clutched at his chest again, wincing as he recoiled back in his chair.

“They take out what they- ack- can, the human heart. It’s powered by electrical currents, one blast will do it-”

The Master had grabbed hold of the desk man's chest mid rant, his fingers fisting into the material as he yanked at his chest furiously.

“How do you kill a human? Go for the heart- FUCK!”

“They have to have a main hub, a power source, somewhere to report back to-”

Kate asked, her terrified technician frantically trying to peel the Masters fingers from his shirt. You grabbed hold of his wrist and tugged, another searing bolt of pain surging through the Timelords chest. He released his grip and began to smack his fist into his chest once more, his eyes scrunching shut as he let out a pathetically drawn out whine.

“HOW do you humans cope with only one heart,” He groaned, leering at you as you watched worriedly.

“It is PITIFUL!” He spat, small flecks of spit hitting your face. You groaned, rolling your eyes as you wiped the glob from your face.

“Master I don’t care, i’m taking you to the hospital-”

“I’m not going to the fucking hospital!” The Master shouted.

“I think you should.” Kate replied sharply.

“The energy readings are converging there.”

The Master let out another pained whine. You supposed this one came from finally having to do what somebody else wanted.

By the time you’d gotten to the hospital, the Master could barely stand on his own. He was clutching his chest like he had heartburn, rubbing it in circles with his fingers. You followed close behind, Kate and her soldiers in tow. You knew you might not have long left before the Master went down. You had to figure out what was going on.

“How many do we think have been affected?” 

You asked as Kate checked her phone furiously.

“Early reports are saying about a third of the population. Anybody with even the closest proximity to the cubes.”

“It could happen again.” The Master groaned, his face cast with a pallor of sickness.

“Who knows, they love the number seven so much, six more could be on the way. You need to tell them how to not die.”

“And you need to find where they came from.”

“I’ll do my bit, you do yours!”

He grunted, before collapsing against the wall.

“Stay in contact, Kate!” You said, patting the side of her arm.

“The world needs you right now. You’ll do great!”

“I’ll do my best.” She replied, before she and a small tribe of soldiers disappeared back through the hospital corridors.

The Master whimpered, clutching at his chest as he tried to push himself free of the wall.

“Ok, how long can you hold on for?” You asked, taking hold of his arm and throwing it across your shoulder. With a heave you pried him free, the Masters weight heavy as you yanked him up the small set of stairs. He groaned loudly, his voice croaked as he struggled for breath.

“Not.. much longer. But I can feel it’s here somewhere… down here!”

What was once a helpful hold had become a headlock, the Masters elbow trapping your neck as he attempted to drag you forwards. You struggled under his clunky leadership, his legs swaying as he staggered like a drunkard through the frantic hallways of the hospital. All around was unfolding chaos, doctors and patients alike collapsed upon beds and chairs, staff running ragged as they tried to hold back the unknown affliction.

“Through, here!”

The Master declared, yanking you around a corner before suddenly flinging himself backwards. He collapsed back against the wall, his face crumpled with agony as he struggled to stand, his eyes scrunched shut as he let out a series of panicked grunts and whines.

“I can’t, love, ack, I can’t-”

“Master-” You pleaded, crouching down by his side.

“I need both hearts, I can’t do this! I can’t!-”

You watched in horror as he sank flat to the floor, his back pressed into the pale blue linoleum as he convulsed in pure agony. You looked around you, trying to ground yourself as best you could. Right now, though he’d never admit it, he needed you. Desperately. A real life or death moment in time. You scanned your surroundings, eyes dashing over every part of the corridor to find something that could possibly save his life. Maybe a spare doctor to help with CPR, maybe adrenaline to restart his heart, or maybe just-

Then, you saw it. Sat atop of an abandoned nurses cart, a bright red bag with two paddles on the side. A defibrillator. If electricity had stopped one of the Masters hearts, maybe electricity could start it again.

“You’re gonna hate me for this!” You declared, dragging the bag from the top of the cart and siding it across the floor.

“But this may do it!”

The Master turned to look at the red bag beside him. If his eyes were wide earlier, now they were practically out of his skull.

“No, oh no no no!” He protested, attempting to shove the bag away. The machine awoke with the twist of a knob, the screen blinking on with a loud beep.

“Don’t you fucking dare, don’t you fucking dare!”

“Stop swearing at me and let me save you!”

You smacked at his hands, the pair of you engaging in a pathetic wrestling match as you fought to rip open his shirt, the Master vehemently protesting your attempts through guttural grunts of pain. He gasped in shock as you exposed his chest to the cold hospital air, his hands flying into the air as you grasped hold of the two live paddles. 

“That won’t work, It won’t work on a Timelord! I’m a-”

“Alright, clear!”

Through some miracle, the Master kept his hands out of the way. You pushed the two paddles onto the sides of his chest, hopefully hitting each heart dead on. The cold metal of the paddles made the Master wince, but the electric shock that hit his system made him scream in shock. He made a strange whooping sound as you pulled away, dropping the paddles on the floor in a panic. The Master suddenly sat up at the waist, his torso springing up like a Halloween decoration as he reached out with splayed fingers like Frankenstein's monster. He whooped and hollered as he scrambled to his feet like a new born fawn, legs wobbling as he stared down at his chest in amazement.

“Oh, oh, yes!”

He moaned, the sound making you blush as you stared up at him on your knees. He did a small strange dance, likely waking up his limbs properly, his hand pressing over his heart. He felt the familiar rhythm beneath his touch once again, a cackling laugh escaping his throat.

“And he escapes death once again!”

He declared, grasping hold of your hand and yanking you to your feet.

“With his glorious companion by his side!”

The Master span you around in his grasp, practically tangling your legs together and he leant you down into a forceful dip, your lips crashing together as he pulled you into a ferocious kiss. You were too startled to indulge in the moment, your lips working on instinct as you gasped for breath once parted. His lips now reddened, his heart beating once again, the Master smiled down at you with a maddened, Cheshire cat grin.

“Do that to me again and I'll leave you in the stone age.”

Your eyes rolled dangerously hard as he guided you to stand, kicking the machine to the side of the corridor and flapping his hands above his head.

“No problem Master, happy to help Master, love you too Master.”

You grumbled loudly, the Timelord winking in your direction. You were about to remind him to button up his shirt when he pressed a kiss to his palm, patting it to the top of your head, his touch much gentler than before.

“You know me so well, Love.” 

The Master mused, before running into danger half dressed for the second time that day.

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[demomanmybeloved]

hello, might i request a reader that loves horror things?? especially the really disturbing indie horror stuff with an equally disturbing story story like the other happy place, the walten files, etc.

Bro you don’t know what you’re asking… I love the horror arg stuff so much holy shit thanks for the ask

Mercs with an s/o who loves weird indie horror shit

Scunt

-„oh hey babe what are you watchi- OH MY GOD! NO IM NOT SCARED IM NOT A PUSSY-“

- listen. I know he literally kills people for a living. However. It would be very funny if he was a bit of a scaredy-cat when it comes to horror content

- he claims to not be scared and sits down to watch with you, but he ends up covering his eyes with your body for most of the time

- those jumpscares where loud noise plays with no warning? Yeah he shat himself sorry

Engie

-please do not show him anything with animatronics he will get ideas for new inventions

-honestly isn’t scared by it, doesn’t go out of his way to watch it but if you ask he’ll happily watch it with you

-if you get scared or paranoid he‘ll be there with his sweet words to calm you down

-also might criticise any incorrect machinery stuff

Pyro

-due to pyrovison, they see the scary stuff like the stuff it’s based on

- like the walten files to them is just a cartoon about animals and a burger joint, Mandela catalog is just some bible study shit, Gemini home is just documentaries about nature ect

-will not understand if it’s making you scared why, but will be there to comfort you with cuddles

-will also probably burn whatever device you were watching it on for making you scared

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[marshmallowprotection]

Your thoughts on watching nature documentaries with SE Saeran? I've been on a binge lately, and I can't help but think of arranging a movie date with him to showcase my favourite ones! I've always been a huge nature geek... And thinking of him learning so much about the world around us makes me all emotional. After all, he's been denied of that simple knowledge for so long :(

SE Saeran is indifferent to animals. I've said this before when people have asked about what he would do if he could have a pet. I think he doesn't hate animals but he doesn't exactly love animals either. He doesn't have the upbringing that most people do that allows you to love and genuinely want to be around animals.

They serve a purpose in nature and he understands that. So if you're going to be watching documentaries about animals, keep in mind that he has a lot of questions about them. It wouldn't surprise me if he out of the blue asked you a question along the lines of "what kind of cat is that?" when he sees a lion.

He has no idea about the classification system. He might assume that lions are just kind of large housecats. Something like that can come from his lack of insight. If it didn't have anything to do with revenge, he put it out of his mind almost immediately. It's not as if the church taught him a lot, either. I don't imagine that the lessons Rika gave him held any value in that regard, either.

I don't think he would be capable of admitting it because of his trauma, but he is definitely interested in understanding the world around him.

He acts like he's indifferent to a reason. He doesn't want to say that he likes something only to have it ripped away not long after. After all, isn't that what happened the last time he said he loved something? That's why he doesn't show his emotions when it comes to most things. He has a casual and underground way of showing that he cares about you. If you know, you know.

If you don't, then you don't know him as well as you need to be a close person to him. The way he shows affection comes from very casual nonchalant motions. It's the little things that matter to him. Not the big things. That's why something as simple as holding your hand means a lot to him. He's showing that he is capable of being vulnerable and you should know that he has limits.

So, if you were going to show him different documentaries about nature, you should probably start with something small and then work your way up because you don't want him to go into shock about how much he has been denied access to. Maybe if you start with flowers and rebuild his love of nature that way, it could be a good starting point.

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[creampill]

Could I get a match up for TFA? A bot or con is fine. I'm a demi/biromantic ace and non-binary that has a mixed sense of fashion ranging from alternative to video game and comic book tees. I like to cook and bake and hope to open my own little cafe someday. I also like drawing, painting, writing, reading, photography, dying my hair wild colors, and playing video games. I love nature and animals and like to do walking trails in forests and parks. I also love to visit museums, aquariums, and art galleries as well. I love horror stuff too! I really enjoy horror movies and games and going through those fake haunted houses/spooky trails.

I'm mostly on the quiet side but once I warm up to someone I can get a little more talkative and love to make jokes. I also try to be polite and formal to strangers and tend to avoid confrontation so people tend think I come off more serious than I actually am. I've been told I'm a hard worker too, and sometimes when I focus on a task I love I get so enthralled that I sometimes forget to eat and will keep working to the point of almost passing out from exhaustion.

My love languages are mostly quality time, acts of service, and gift giving because I'm not that great with verbal or physical expressions.

Not really sure what I'd want in partner tbh, maybe someone who is ok with someone that is basically a cat in human form I guess? Someone who understands that I need space sometimes and I show affection in mostly non-traditional ways like just enjoying each other's presence even if we aren't taking and focused on different things at the moment.

Oho, no question, I am matching you with Prowl!

- both of you adore the natural world, and you bond over your love of it (and of each other ;)) while going to museums or watching documentaries together

- Prowl is very inquisitive about human culture, and he’d love to watch you paint or whatever other creative outline you happen to choose! He might not understand it, but he wants too

- he is probably the best of the TFA autobots to just sit and do something near, alone but alone together. He gets the need to be close but not touching, to fill the space with someone else.

- your hair is very interesting to him. Humans can colour their hair different tones with chemicals? Fascinating. He likes how the colours change steadily, like how humans do: always changing. It’s pretty.

- you can try to teach him how to bake, but homeboy gets real nervous when he’s handling someone else’s fuel. Gentle encouragement will guide him through but he really doesn’t want to poison you.

- he understands your fragility as a human but doesn’t talk down to you or treat you less for it. he does worry about you, but that’s because he cares for you: he knows you can take care of yourself… but, he is the kind to check in on you randomly to see if you’ve eaten or slept and will gently force you to do so.

- Prowl shows his affection through quality time and most other nonverbal means, and so you two would click quite well.

- also, you’re looking for cat-like? This man literally pounces on people. he’s cat.

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[obsoleteozymandias]

Hi!! I love your match-ups. May I request one for Resident Evil, please? Maybe Stardew if that's okay too.

I'm short, chubby, heavily tattooed, rampantly bisexual, and nonbinary. Leftist. Medical lab biologist, but about to start my masters in forensic science. I love puzzles/puzzle games, reading, video games, making nature journals, and collecting postcards. I LOVE birding! I'm great in the kitchen, but not good at much else. Low self esteem and not very pretty. Severe chronic pain so some days I have a lot of trouble getting around at all. OCD + bipolar + ptsd so some days are... very difficult. I'm working through it, though. Autistic + ADHD. Big hyperfixations are bugs, sharks, bats, trains, lighthouses, astronomy, geology, paleontology, wildflowers, and lots of shows/movies/etc. Into vulture culture. Love horror movies. Jaws is my comfort film. The Shape of Water is my favorite, though (also a major monsterf*cker, oops). Star Trek: DS9 is my comfort show. Talk too much, but easily become nonverbal. Lots of bad puns and useless trivia. Will infodump about culinary history and foreign horror films. Parent to a young kid and love being a mom. Love cats. Keep tarantulas as a hobby. Don't like crowds, sunny days, hot weather, making small talk, or drinking. I wish I could travel all the time. But like. In a ghost way where i can drift around without being perceived. Also, as much as I like nature, I'm definitely NOT a fan of camping/roughing it. Tbh my idea of a good date is a rainy autumn night talking on the back porch with a blunt and Korean takeout.

Forensic science gang rise up!!!!

== Resident Evil ==>

I match you up with…

Jake Muller

This man….is so good. He’s got a rough exterior, but he’s got insides that are so soft he squishes when you hug him. 

Jake finds your choice of study very interesting. He finds the two of you like pieces of a puzzle that complete eachother: he makes the crime scenes and you investigate them. He also finds the way you can draw conclusions all from one drop of blood very cool and kinda sexy. 

He’s good with kids, even if he scares them away at first. He has a strong parental instinct over your kid, wanting to protect them and indulge them in everything he can. 

He also knows his job is dangerous, though. He’ll be hesitant to initiate anything with you until he can guarantee that you and your kid will be safe. 

Jake’s seen his fair amount of trauma. That isn’t to say he’ll completely understand yours, but he’s always a shoulder to lean on. He’ll give you gentle kisses on top of your head. He might not know what to say, but he’ll do his damndest to remind you that someone loves you. 

He’s enamored with you, to put it simply. He finds that the two of you are sides of the same coin, even if your lives are drastically different. He finds comfort in you in a way no one else can provide. 

== Stardew Valley ==>

I match you up with…

Leah 

Leah loves your passion for nature. She’s (obviously) a big fan of the world around her. She especially adores your nature books. She’ll bring you flowers to press after a day of foraging, and will watch your process with a gentle, adoring smile. 

Unrelated, I get the vibe that Leah would also adore The Shape of Water. She seems like she’d appreciate the artistry of it, but also find the monster hot. The two of you talk about this frequently. 

Leah’s more than willing to help parent if you’d let her. She’s not crazy about kids, but she’s got a particular tenderness for yours. In fact, she loves most anything that reminds you of her. 

Leah’s not as big of a horror fan as you (she’s actually quite scared of horror movies), but she’ll watch with you just to cuddle up against your arm when she gets scared.

In turn, she makes you watch a LOT of True Crime documentaries, of which she is a fan. 

Leah likes how genuine you are with your interests. If everyone in the world was as passionate and knowledgeable as you, she’d probably love the world a lot more. But in the mean time, she’s completely satisfied with loving you.

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