#i want to change the last line to and but i cant find the document so this is a screenshot of a screenshot fkdbfbf

[faintvox]

Will & Testament | 2022

#written as a will or eulogy from the POV of Hotaru Tomoe (AKA Sailor Saturn) #this was gonna go in my found family zine but i cut it because the zine was already so big #i still like it tho #i wondee if people would like it without the sailor moon context #poetry #writing #sailor moon #sailor saturn #hotaru tomoe #outer senshi #me #personal #my writing #poem #i want to change the last line to and but i cant find the document so this is a screenshot of a screenshot fkdbfbf #organize ur google docs challenge 2023 [IMPOSSIBLE]

[comatosebunny09]

Devotion [ Pt. 5 ]

Summary: You have been his faithful bodyguard for years, and a dear friend of his for much longer. Can you blame him for wanting something beyond that of a loyal subject and king?

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Drama, Angst, Slow Burn, Modern AU

Warnings: Female Reader, Profanity

Recommended Listening: See You Tomorrow & Tomorrow - Evgeny Grinko

Taglist: @marsthegoblin @genuienlytired @auraee @ah-finally @jensynkujo @nanaoise08squad @mekkencspony @coldstonecrematorium @motzgurke @simpforerensattacktitan

Sorry if I missed anyone. 😭 I hope you guys enjoy. Thank you so much for reading!

Of the many ways for a young woman to find herself enthralled...

Well, you know the lot of them thanks to a certain fiery-haired monarch.

You figure that he is the most beautiful thing to ever grace this kingdom. Watch with childlike wonderment as he looms over his desk, coarse brows furrowed, lips pulled into a taut line. He’s been like this for an hour or so, mowing through the mountains of paperwork littering his study. His Majesty releases an occasional hum, tapping his fountain pen against the lacquered wood as he flips through a binder. 

Sanemi must’ve really gotten to him today.

The royal advisor cornered you both in the king’s quarters. Muttered something about ball preparations and what-have-you’s, demanding that Kyojuro “sit his ass down somewhere to do some fucking work.” You couldn’t help the snicker that tore itself from your frame, watching the two go at it from the doorway.

Not much has changed about their dynamic since middle school, you reflected, a fond cant to your lips.

“I will take care of it, my friend,” His Majesty promised, his hands up in mock surrender. A shamefaced grin adorned his face, tiny craters forming in his cheeks.

Sanemi marched up to you, pinning you with an amethyst glare. Thrust a finger in your face, his irritation emanating off him in waves. “Make sure his ass doesn’t leave this room until half that shit’s been signed, you hear me?”

You replied with a curt nod, stepping aside to allow the tactician to leave. The heavy door slammed behind you with finality, leaving you and your king in each other’s company. Kyojuro shrugged, flashing you a disarming smile that set your heart aflutter.

You wished that Sanemi would’ve stayed longer to maintain the peace. 

“A picture would last longer,” Kyojuro mumbles, drawing you back to present. He scrutinizes the documents laid out before him.

You straighten. Tilt your head whilst clearing your throat, ignoring the heat flooding your cheeks. You realize that you have been caught staring again. It’s a regular occurrence between you and your king. Can it really be helped, though?

The man is gorgeous in every sense of the word, glowing like the cinders he was forged from.

You swallow thickly. Try to tear your eyes from the pulsing veins in Kyojuro’s sinewy forearms—he’d discarded his jacket and rolled up his sleeves a little while ago. Loosened his necktie, his waistcoat wrapped snugly around his frame.

God bless his tailor, for they have cruel impeccable taste.

The sun swaths Kyojuro’s silhouette in its ethereal glow; its rays pouring through the ceiling-high windows of the study whilst it tucks itself behind the horizon. He is much too angelic this way, untouchable even. Someone like you doesn’t deserve his affections, what with the dirt caked under your nails and the scars littering your body. His Majesty deserves to court someone as beautiful as he is. Someone who will bring honor to his kingdom.

Not a lowly bodyguard charged only with keeping him safe.

Kyojuro sighs, fetching another set of documents. Pierces through your ruminations again, asking, “how long do you plan to stand there gawking at me?” He levels his luminous optics with yours. His lips curve into an inviting smirk, chin resting on his palm. 

You stiffen, cursing your wandering eyes. “I-I’m not. I mean, I wasn’t, Majesty—”

“Sit,” Kyojuro beckons, motioning to the gold-crusted, emerald couch adjacent to him.

“I shouldn’t—”

“Sit.” His tone leaves no room for argument.

With hesitancy and a dispirited sigh, you meander over to your king’s side. Drop yourself onto the pillowy cushions, clasping your hands together in your lap. This is also routine between the pair of you.

He’s always had something against you standing guard at the door, so you’re often held captive like this while he works. It most certainly has nothing to do with him being irrevocably taken by you.

You puff out your cheeks, eyes skittering every which way but on your wayward king. You feel his eyes drilling into the side of your head. See him shamelessly staring at you through your peripheral, and it takes all of you not to shrink into yourself.

If a staring contest is what His Majesty wants…

You throw caution to the wind, fixing him with your own pointed stare. His lashes flutter closed; eyes wrinkled at the corners. He beams at you, boasting his pearly whites. Wordlessly, he reaches out to squeeze your hands settled rigidly atop your thighs. You tense, your breath lodged in your throat, heart jackhammering in the forefront of your ears.

Hot, hot. Terribly so. He always is. The action alone is enough to make you lightheaded whilst his thumb makes swift expeditions over your blanched knuckles. 

“Now I can focus,” he murmurs. Couples it with a deep chuckle as you sputter, the sound vibrating your spine. Kyojuro retracts his hand to turn back to his desk, taking up his pen with renewed vigor.

What’s that supposed to mean, you silently simmer, a quieted pout descending onto your lips. You’re bereft of the loss of contact, but what for? This is nothing new, the fleeting touches and stolen glances. So, what’s got you so out of sorts today?

You are thankful for your proximity to your king, nonetheless. From this angle, you get to see all of him. Greedily ingest the sight before you, and he is a work of art.

His Adam’s apple bobs whilst he swallows. The faint scent of citrus permeates your nostrils. Biceps ripple beneath his snug, silken dress shirt; vein in his neck pulsates enticingly. You battle with a sudden inclination to kiss it, saliva puddling in your mouth. You wonder what pretty sounds you can emit from him; if you can turn him to mush the same way he does to you each day.

Silly woman, you chastise, shaking your head. What on earth are you thinking about?

You sit like this in silent contemplation for a beat, transfixed on every twitch of his muscles. The scribbling of his pen is the only sound exchanged between you. You pick your fingernails, obligated to fill the stillness.

“Are you—”

“Do you—”

Amber eyes flit to yours. Kyojuro chuckles, rubbing his nape. It’s hard to miss the color tinging the tips of his ears. Your lips quirk the slightest, butterflies skittering about in your stomach.

How unlike His Majesty to be so bashful in your company.

“Apologies,” Kyojuro mutters, tugging his necktie free from its collar. Turns to you with undivided attention. “What were you about to say?”

“Ah, n-nothing. Um, what were you going to say, Majesty?” Suddenly, the onyx buttons of your coat are so very interesting, a flush of your own creeping its way into your skin.

“Do you have plans for the long weekend?”  

You perk up. Find it hard to meet his gaze, but you admit, “not really.”

“Really,” he hums thoughtfully.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“You are off tomorrow, yes?”

You nod in confirmation. Honestly, you need it, what with you working tiring hours as a glorified babysitter. You care deeply for your king. However, keeping up with him and his indomitable spirit is taxing on its own. Couple this with your unchecked feelings for him, and you have quite the exhaustive cocktail.

Your only warning is the rustling of paper.

Suddenly, the couch dips beside you. He’s moved faster than you can process, a blur of yellows and reds. Curse his trainer for honing his cat-like movements.

He swaddles you in his overwhelming heat and commanding presence. A gasp rends itself from your throat. Your knees bump, thighs graze. He is uncomfortably close, and it’s become much too hot again. You feel restricted by your uniform. Has it always had this many layers?

Your king looks to you with delight. Drapes an arm across the back of the sofa, closing in until your noses almost touch. “Will you be accompanying me, then?”

You reel back, crashing into the chair’s arm. Swallow. “A-accompanying you? Where?” You weren’t informed of any movement going on during your weekly brief. So, what is he on about?

Uncertainty meddles with his voice. “I’d assumed Uzui had informed you of tomorrow’s excursion.”

The mere mention of your commander causes your brow to twitch. “He hasn’t told me a thing, Majesty.”

With a guilty sigh, Kyojuro scratches his temple. “Well,” he begins, leaning forward with his elbows pressed into his powerful thighs. “There is a bazaar in town. On the outskirts of the citadel, actually.” He glances at you to gauge your reaction. Searches your eyes for any opposition. You urge him forward with inquisitive brows.

“I wanted to attend so that I could find a nice gift for the prince.” Kyojuro wets his lips, suddenly averting his gaze. Of course. A gift for his dearest brother. He’d be back from the countryside soon. “Uzui was more than enthusiastic about joining me. I figured he would’ve invited you as well.”

A pang strikes your chest, searing like white lightning. And you thought you were all friends. Though you’re never too keen on the idea of His Majesty leaving the citadel alone, you also know that he prefers to travel discreetly. A ring of bodyguards and staff looming about would only draw more attention to him. Besides, it isn’t too often that he gets to leave the castle without some official business being tacked onto it. And, Tengen is more than capable of fending off any attempts on your king’s life.   

“I wouldn’t want to impede, Majesty,” you say haughtily. Since the offer had slipped Tengen’s mind, you felt it best to take it out on your king—

“I want you to come,” he declares, patting your hand, a hopeful lilt to his voice. “That is, if you would like to join us.” Irises glimmer like those of a puppy.

You sigh heavily, lips twitching into a small smile. Try as you might, you’ve never been able to resist him like this. “I would love to, Your Majesty.”

He beams at you, once again propelling himself into your personal bubble. “Might I make one final request?” ventures the king, mischief bubbling in those mirthful eyes of his.

You nod dumbly, hooked onto his every movement. “S-sure, sir.”

Suddenly, the silken strands of your hair waterfall onto your shoulders, spilling from the crude bun you had fashioned it into after your king had so graciously stolen your hairpin. You stammer, an astonished look taking up residence on your features.

He’d done it again.

Kyojuro’s expression melds into one of endearment. He beholds you with boyish fascination, engraining every spasm of your lips selfishly into his memory. “I prefer you like this,” he whispers, breath wafting across your flustered exterior. “Please wear your hair down from now on.”

You cannot help the warmth that wades over you at his request. Your heart overflows with glee. He always knows how to disorient you with his satiny, manipulative words.

You resist a faint whimper whilst Kyojuro twines one of your sleek coils about his finger. He wears that look again; the one he always dons before trying to kiss you. The sweet-talker. Maybe you will let him get away with it this time. Your tongue darts from betwixt your quivering lips to dampen them. Eyes half-slit. You glimpse down at his waiting mouth, watching with bated breath as it pans in.

To hell with it, you contemplate, feeling his fingers creep like spindly spider legs up the nape of your neck. He threads limber digits in your tresses, drawing you further into him. For a moment, you relinquish yourself to your desires. To hell with being his bodyguard. To hell with his monarchy, and with you feeling like the lowest on the totem pole. You’re hyperaware of his mouth so close, your breaths fusing together.

If not for the door being thrown open noisily behind you, you might’ve finally let your king have his way.

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[villanevehaus]

here i come

1- first things first: getting to read v’s pov at this specific moment its everything we could ever want, just like you posted after last month’s ch in your dash abt how everything changes only for vil now that she knows the role she played/plays in eve’s life is much showed in this ch bc i felt it was complete. its like there was some missing piece lost out there and with vil’s mind being displayed the whole puzzle was beginning to take shape. obvsl bc you’re the writer this makes sense, but now your post almost seems as a premonition to ch 16 bc it fulfills it’s promise. 

2- how much she can restrain herself on showing no sights that something shifted whilst all of this drops on her lap, not to mention the other add-ins given by clueless eve and eve’s presence herself.

3- the final confirmation through her pov that shes the mordale/the one who shot eve

4- realising Eve's the one who stabbed her!!!

5- damn if Vil’s not playing w fire by stretching purposefully in Eve’s sight

6- with Vil’s pov now you can see how much they’re the same. vil questions herself just the same way eve does.

7- its awkwardly comforting knowing now how vil’s mind operates and how many questions and doubts i had were cleared or/and confirmed just by giving the girl the mic.

8- im still confused abt vil’s blood tainted with eve’s to be such a top secret for eve. im just as curious as vil. gonna keep ma thoughts to myself 

9- Folie à deux. you did NOT haus

10- i find it really interesting how you set oksana in the story as someone completely different from villanelle, but it’s awaken when certain scenarios comes to light. it gives so much complexity and depth to the character.

11- i wanted to know if vil went back to her bed after eve’s nightmare of if she stayed a while w her. dunno if you can answer that tho

12- well i dont blame at all julia for being enamored by vil enough to ask her on a dinner date, just like i dont blame eve for being insufferably jealous 

13- its so delicious to read the possessiveness innuendos. “Because I want her here.” “Because you want me.” “My consultant.””Yours” “Mine”

14- pleeeeeeeeeease vil begging for praise from eve on her first documented kill. god i love this.

15- vil seemed really thoughtful and touched by the russian food and the chef, it was truly genuine of her, i didnt feel like she faked it. sharing the candies w eve regardless of her on-face jealousy and cunty behavior looked so personal, it was like she was sharing whatever kind of life oksana had as a child in the shape of a candy.

16- its quite visible when strucks in eve that she was being rude enough to have vil teach her how to “sorry” sign.

17- is the grind an orphan’s season 2 the dialogue you added last minute? please i cant with these two actually discussing cannibalism

18- vil’s wondering abt making all of eve’s meals and leftovers!!! couldve been so gentle if it wasnt for the

19- yay! vil’s been cleared up! no threats on sight!

ps: you dont have to answer all of them and im not expecting you to!! i just throwned'em down.

:)

#anonwho #phew #tme

i will answer the ones i can !!

3. yes, confirmed she knows she shot eve and eve stabbed her; she is viper! neither of them have any idea about mortale tho

7 & 8. trust the process, my friend- if you're confused, you're meant to be

9. folie à deux- séparée avant, mais ensemble maintenant <3 genuinely one of my favourite little lines from tme

10. tysm !!! i am glad it seems to be coming across well

11. i can answer it! they fell asleep together, the phone rang with their wakeup call, and neither of them mentioned anything about it as they got up. author's note, it was some of the best sleep that either of them have had in years

15 & 16. i go crazy about in this post !!! throws up and dies !!!

17. yes :)

18. excuse you its very gentle, she just wants to keep her fed

#anonwho #asks #tme asks

[ateezgf]

Hi I’m a new atiny and I’m excited about my first comeback with them but I had a question? Maybe it’s dumb but is there like a storyline to their MVs? I still haven’t watched all of them but I was wondering what the hourglass meant that’s all over this comeback. Anyway thank you very much, I’m sorry if this is weird

hi !! first off, welcome :D how are you liking ateez so far? any favorite boys yet? i hope all the pre-comeback activities are hyping you up!! ALSO, that isn't a dumb question i promise !! yes, they do have a storyline! it comes with a lot of theories since they won’t explicitly tell us & it also spans across A LOT of their content. like mvs, albums, lyrics, vcrs, shows, etc. i’ll put my own thoughts under the read more because it’s a lot. i also can’t explain the hourglass without telling you about their story too. 

to me, the ateez storyline has pretty general themes in regards to good vs evil.. rebellion vs control.. multiverses/timelines/time travel. i’ll be going through this per era (treasure & fever) !! i’ll try to focus primarily on their mvs, but i’ll mention some things from their albums and some vcrs for their comebacks.

TREASURE ERA (EP.1-5): 

pirate king/treasure mv doesn’t have too much story to it. these two mvs are mainly just introductions to them and their story. esp with the very iconic lines “will you be my friend?” and in the intro track on the album right before pirate king, “will you join us?” they sing a lot about their ambitions and the future. it’s safe to believe that this is the good ateez. 

say my name is our first glance at the bad ateez (or who everyone calls halateez). in this mv, we can see that ateez are in distress. in a lot of their solo shots, they’re typically in not likable settings. yeosang is trapped in a glass box with a member of halateez staring him down. hongjoong is sat in a blue hallway with a lot of smoke. yunho is at a desk surrounded by papers & this is also where we first see the hourglass (or cromer). however, it’s just a prop for now. san is in a room surrounded by broken glass.. BUT only after he is seen staring at one of the members of halateez through it. in the big table scene, you can see them all working to find the answer to something.. which is very interesting to note that wooyoung is the only one to be seen in that room alone after an alarm seemingly makes all the other evacuate. WE ALSO get the first face-off between halateez and ateez. but they’re not directly face to face. they’re only seeing them through glass panels & we can see that ateez is very clearly defiant when it comes to them. we also see that when seonghwa is facing the halateez member alone, that it’s him. which could also showcase the time traveling aspect. as if halateez is jumping through the timelines to get to them. another interesting thing to note that in the last verse of the song, it switches off between ateez and halateez. this mv ends with the treasure instrumental & yeosang missing from the glass casing. 

in hala hala, it is primarily halateez. the members in this mv are seen in darker attire & makeup and more clean cut. i believe halateez is from a universe where they are the ones in charge & calling the shots. if not that, then a very organized and powerful rebellion group. hence the same outfits almost like a uniform. this mv isn’t much but halateez dancing.. HOWEVER, the ending is VERY interesting. all members snap their necks at the same time (hence the lyric ‘suicide squad’).. all members BUT wooyoung. he ultimately pretends to do it, but is the last one standing and wiping blood from his mouth while surrounded by all of the bodies.. and remember, wooyoung was the only one alone in the room all of ateez were in while they were working on documents. 

jumping to wave & illusion.. we can see that this is a pretty sudden change. however, it all still matches with their storyline very well. 

in illusion, the members are seen in bright and colorful clothing on a flying boat asleep. in this, they’re back to that adventuring pirate crew from the beginning. however, the lyrics show that they have... no idea who they are and where they are. it’s believed too that the lyrics are talking to someone. in the middle of all of their singing about how they found paradise and how they can just party it up now, there’s a repeated “let me free” which kind of seems.. out of place. if we’re having fun, why do we need to be let free? as the title entails, this is all an illusion. the hourglass is seen again along with a glass cube and a butterfly on a table. we also see a quick glance of a halateez mask on the globe. we can see mingi listening to a headset/tape player. they make it to an island that is very.. fake. a large compass.. a floating hourglass and just very desaturated colors. even the members lose saturation when they reach the ground. they eventually find.. a cave? it has a lot of drapes and tinfoil looking walls. for a split second, we see a member of halateez standing there. ateez then reaches a very smokey room with lights and flowers. they don’t look so happy anymore. it’s like the illusion is very much wearing off. also remember, they initially were looking for their paradise so for the illusion of one to be broken... hmm. this mv ends with the members running away towards a light & shots of them sleeping in wave play where it ends with a whispered “open your eyes”. 

in wave, the members are together once again on an island. just them this time. it’s very fun. but.. it’s almost like they were dropped there. i mean, sure it makes sense that san/yeosang/jongho wake up in a bed... but why is mingi waking up under a tree in the middle of nowhere? looking at the headset/tape player confused like it isnt his? why is seonghwa waking up in a pool and why is hongjoong waking up on the road? for the most part, they all wake up alone but they eventually find each other again. once they’re all together, we can see that ateez are suddenly the same carefree souls they were before. constantly talking about how there should be no worries. 

in wonderland, it’s kind of.. hard to distinguish if this is halateez or ateez. we can see a lot of power dynamics here. hongjoong raps about how he shouldn’t be doubted if they wanted to reach neverland/their utopia. i say this because he mentions being a child forever like peter; but also because of the illusion mv. it’s also pretty obvious that mingi holds a type of power here. he’s seen as the center of attention with the marching band like he’s the leader of a grand army. aside from that, i think there’s a bit of a rescue mission occurring? in all honesty, i do not know where san & jongho are within the storyline for this mv. however, we can see that yeosang & seonghwa are in the same tunnel.. but not together. the elevator shot in the beginning is believed to show them going through time and same with the tunnel. which makes sense when you look at the updated ateez logo and the way it looks like it has a lot of lines that meet into the middle. aside from that, we have yunho staring at a bunch of tvs albeit they’re playing nothing we can see. then we have wooyoung.. all chained up and alone. it looks like nobody’s coming to save him the way hwa came to save yeosang and san. perhaps because he had betrayed them in hala hala? the staircase is also pretty important. i dont know the exact piece but i know it’s similar to an art piece that shows an endless staircase and continuous loop.. perhaps a hint at a continuous cycle in the storylines? seeing as this wonderland mv has gone up in flames, it looks like the next plan of action has to be to cross that bridge seen earlier. believed to have been the bridge between dystopia & utopia. 

in the utopia mv, there isn’t a lot of crazy storyline? it’s believed that once ateez walk across that bridge and through the door, they’re in utopia... or so they think. it’s mainly a lot of dancing and pretty shots, but the reoccurrence of smoke-filled rooms leading to rooms of oversaturation is back. the answer vcr before this comeback also show a lot of story. we see halateez and ateez facing off together once again with essentially.. the same question. we’ve spent this whole time believing that ateez are the good guys and halateez are the bad guys... but what if that wasn’t the case? sure, we see them as such but is that who they really are? each respective party holds up a mirror to the other asking “are you evil?” / “are you good?”. cut to the iconic intro of san on his knees.. almost like he’s the one having this war? almost like he’s trying to figure out the answer himself about if he is good or evil. 

the answer mv starts with a man in a white suit looking at the destruction of what was left behind of ateez/halateez. the move of san tipping over an overflowing wine glass.. it’s also thought like he’s turning the hourglass as well as if to start their timer once again. mingi is talking about how he sees that the end is near, but hongjoong brings up how we should finish as strong as we started until we get what we desired. it looks like wooyoung is walking in snow.. or is it the sand of time? i mean.. the hourglass was just tipped over wasn’t it? yeosang is seen alone in a red desert surrounded by broken glass. almost like he’s alone with no way out? speaking of mirrors, it’s also possible that ateez uses mirrors to travel through dimensions. like how san was staring at a member of halateez instead of himself in say my name? well.. yunho is surrounded by mirrors but cant seem to see anything but himself. he’s pretty frustrated about that. wooyoung is also seen in a room of butterflies. butterflies typical have a positive meaning of change, hope, transformation. we then get the icONIC AS HELL SHOT of halateez and ateez face to face at last at the table. as a repeated line entails, they’re making a toast to something. perhaps they have finally come to terms with each other and what to do so that they could exist peacefully as one? but maybe ateez has already done so much to one timeline that another had to be ruined? either way, an agreement was made between both hongjoong’s. at the end of the mv, we are greeted by the man in the white suit again... perhaps it’s another time traveler who knows about what ateez & halateez had done and was trying to stop them. no one knows who that is in all honesty. it’s believed that it might be one of the members. 

FEVER ERA (EP 6-8): 

PHEW OKAY UHHH.. honestly.. i say it’s crucial to watch this diary film at the very least. it explains this timeline of events now. halateez makes a brief appearance to hongjoong and the hourglass is back. poor hongjoong is tasked with finding everyone to bring them together once again. seemingly.. a fallout between friends.. another broken timeline. i feel as though it’s pretty explanatory on each individual backstory, but there is a lot more in depth things. like seonghwa crossing the line and breaking the rules. the endless loop of staircases being represented with san on the escalators as he recounts having to leave his friends again.  they all have their individual things that grounds them whenever theyre feeling lost, but they also had each other. i’m assuming that ateez from the treasure era managed to mess up this timeline of ateez causing them to drive everyone away from each other.. which is why halateez tasked hongjoong with the control of time. i mean, an hourglass holds a specific amount of time but you can manipulate it by turning it before it’s done or choosing to turn it way after it has finished. ultimately, the diary film shows 8 friends who broke off into 8 different paths when they weren’t suppose to and now they’re trying to find each other once again. 

we can see this in the inception mv. a lot of their dreams were broken and so they’re lost without it. ultimately.. they are lost again without each other and their dreams. 

hm.. im not too sure about thanxx. we see a parallel shot of ateez holding the flag like in wonderland. we see the theme of defiance once again. this song talks a lot about how they’re choosing to move on their own path despite what anyone says because who knows themselves better than .. themself. in this mv, they tease their song the real, which they performed on kingdom. 

SPEAKING OF KINGDOM.... EVERY STAGE HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH THEIR STORYLINE. wave overtune showed the pirate route where something happened to hongjoong’s crew and he lost them all. similar to how hongjoong in inception/thanxx has lost them all. from the wonderland is showing WHAT happened to the crew, but this time they don’t lose. rhythm ta (the awakening of summer) has all of these past props (records, yeosang’s violin) being confiscated. this performance is inspired by money heist. AGAIN, we have the theme of government defiance. on the newspaper that wooyoung rips up, it shows that the govt had deemed halateez (Black Pirates) as terr0r1sts. initially, i was wondering if this is just a re-branded halateez but then i remembered.... ateez and halateez had that agreement. perhaps this is the original ateez and they’re doing their part of the deal in protecting halateez. which means stealing back all of the stuff that was stolen and removing evidence & calling for the people to turn against the govt. i see this as halateez turning ateez into a second version of them. especially because the stage ends with hongjoong punching the glass and retrieving the hourglass after putting on a halateez hat. 

in answer: ode to joy, it offers.. closure to the treasure era. kind of. we see yeosang in the glass case again looking at the man in white from answer. then it cuts to halateez seonghwa in the cage with yeosang & the two of them flipping the hourglass together. it’s like yunho tries to stop him, but is too late... which is when he starts facing off with the man in the white suit to distract him so that yeosang & halahwa can get away. we are once again greeted with halateez and ateez facing each other at the table directly mirroring each other. halasan is right behind him copying every move. i know.. yeosang’s bit has symbolism but i can’t remember.. but i know it’s suppose to be like he’s swimming? then during hongjoong’s part, we can see halateez assisting the members in each kingdom stage leading up to answer.. so it’s like showing that halateez (although not seen) has been orchestrating everything this whole time. 

this last bit is pretty major in the story. so it seen that san is praying in the middle of this entire fight.. and wooyoung tries stopping him. his efforts don’t work and san essentially sacrifices himself so that he could fight the man in the white suit alone. i feel like there are more.. perhaps.. 8? men in white suits given that san took down one, jongho was with another, and hongjoong was surrounded by them. it makes me believe that these white suits are again ateez from another timeline trying to stop them. halateez is giving ateez the crown.. as if passing off their power to them. but jongho throws it away instead of accepting it. at the end of all of this chaos.. ateez ultimately comes out on top and defeats both halateez and the white suits. 

OR SO THEY THOUGHT !! in the fireworks mv, they are seen in a dystopian society once again. if you remember, i had brought up smokey rooms often. reason being in the diary ver. of this album, there’s a part that goes into more detail about their story. i need to read into the theories for this era more but the smoke is very important. jongho recounts how he gets suffocated with a smoke that makes him see illusions and past events, but since it all feels so real it all just seems like DEJA VU.......... the dystopian society ateez are in for this mv... it’s smokey as hell. which is believed to be the smoke that causes such illusions but they’re able to break through it. i mean.. look at this teaser for the comeback.. looks way too colorful and peaceful. we don’t see this at all in the fireworks video.. SIKE. when ateez are walking around the dystopian wasteland (aka strictland), they’re in these nice suits. it’s almost like the effects of their illusion from the teaser was wearing off and they started waking up to the reality. and once they start seeing everything for what it is, they once again.. start creating havoc as they have in the past. this mv ends with the white suit man RETURNING ... and seeing the aftermaths of what ateez has done. he looks around as if he knows.. that it was them. 

in the dreamers mv.. again it has small symbolisms. jongho with the headphones (mingi’s headphones).. hongjoong with the small cube.. the spray cans like from halahala. but i dont know too much here. 

NOW.. WE HAVE DEJA VU AND ETERNAL SUNSHINE. we don’t have too much info on them right now since it hasnt been released.. bUT THE HOURGLASS IS BROKEN. the teaser they posted showed that the hourglass has been broken and essentially... all the timelines are broken. this leaves room for a lot of mixed up timelines. which is what people believe is the reason for the reoccurrence of similar hair colors from past eras on different members. we’re all getting deja vu from these repeated looks, no? eternal sunshine... it’s another super bright concept like illusion, thanxx, and celebrate. people are tying this to the movie eternal sunshine of the spotless mind (i actually like this movie). in the movie, the couple gets a medical procedure to have their memories erase from each other. perhaps like how ateez had forgotten about each other?.. but in the movie, the main guy is trying REEEEALLY hard to get her back. which causes a mess in the timelines of their memories. things start repeating with countless acts of DEJA VU and things that just do not seem real. which again.. lines up to their story. 

SIDENOTES: 

first off.. if you read all of this, i love you. i never have been so invested in a story like this before and it genuinely is such an amazing storyline. 

there’s plenty i missed. like.. i didnt even talk about fever road but they have a couple things in there that elaborate on their friendship and everything. i also remembered their mama stage?? im p sure that had plot but i never.. looked  into that one. and not EVERYTHING ateez releases is releated obv.. unless KJK is the man in the white suit but i doubt it. 

but yeah :D those were just my thoughts. if you read this far and have any other theories, plEASE SEND THEM. i think it’s so interesting and i love discussing things.

ADDED NOTES:

control — if you look at some of the choreos, mingi controls ateez with just a gesture of his hand a lot. so perhaps that's also story-related as well? like how i mentioned he had a type of power in wonderland? leader of an army? ateez also has this seoul music awards 2021 perf where they dance like puppets, but it’s not orderly.. they’re missing their puppet master & this performance was during mingi’s hiatus.. hmmm

#SORRY I INFODUMPED ON YOU AND IM SORRY THIS IS SO LONG BUT I JUST !!!!!!! #you really do need to know the story because just saying that theyre pirate timetravelers isnt enough #i dont even know if anyone will read this . i didnt even think it'd get THIS long #if you do read it im giving u a kiss because wow #answered #save

[adrianasunderworld]

Something in your Aura

Raihans female!reader

Tired. He was so very tired. Raihan had a packed schedule most of the day. From a photoshoot in the early morning, a training session with his gyms trainers, and then overlooking some documents in the archives. By the time he left the vault, the sun was starting to set. He was ready to sleep, eat, and shower, not necessarily in that order.

    But it seemed the day was not over yet. As he walked down the street, Raihan heard what sounded like a pokemon cry. It was small yelping noise that gradually got closer and closer to him. Looking behind him, Raihan was greeted with the sight of the tiniest Rioulu he had ever seen come bounding up to him. The little one stopped in front of him, tilting its head up and staring curiously.

    Raihan knelt down at the little pokemons level and held out a hand for them to sniff. "Where did you come from?" 

   "Riii" it replied, putting its little black paws on his hand. "Rii rio!" Whatever the little one wanted, it seemed happy.

   While it was content, Raihan looked over the young pokemon. The Riolu looked clean and well fed. It had a little red ribbon tied around its neck like a scarf. At the end it had a name embroidered on the end in gold thread. Gently taking hold of the end of the ribbon, it said Aaron. 

    "Aaron? Is that your name?" Raihan asked the Riolu.

    "Ri!" Aaron nodded.

    "Where's your trainer then?" It was obvious the little pokemon wasn't one of the wild strays that wandered the streets. They clearly had a trainer that took care of them, and were probably very worried. Raihan picked up the small pokemon and stood. "How about we go find them?"

    "Riolu." Aaron nodded and happily perched himself on Raihans shoulder. It seemed the best idea was to go in the direction Aaron had come from. But as they wandered down the street, Raihan didn't see anyone who looked worried or was searching for something, and Aaron did not seem to respond to any of the people passing. He had stopped a couple of people to ask them, but all shook their heads and did not recognize the baby pokemon. 

     It was starting to get late, and at this point Raihan was starving. Aaron began to yawn from his seat on his shoulder. It did not look like they were going to find Aarons trainer tonight. So, without many options, Raihan bought himself some dinner and took his new friend home. 

     "Hey Rotom," he said, and his phone came flying out, the pokemon ready to snap pictures. "Lets get word to out about our little friend here." Rotom pointed the camera at him and started to record. "Hey everyone, listen, if anyone is in Hammerlocke and missing a Rioulu,  I've found him. He's safe. Say hi Aaron."

   "Ri!" He waved to the camera, Rotom being certain to get a good shot of him.

   "Please, if you are his trainer,or know his trainer. Message me and I will get back  to you as soon as possible. Good night." After posting the video and a clear picture of Aaron for good measure, Raihan settled down for the night as he waited for any responses. Meanwhile, the young Riolu seemed to finally grasp that it was no longer home. The cheerful little guy had curled up quietly in Raihans lap, looking a little sad. 

   Raihan scratched him behind the ear. "Miss your trainer?" 

   "Riii…." the baby pokemon nodded sadly. 

   "Don't worry, we'll find them." Raihan assured and let Aaron curl up on his chest that night to sleep.

    The next day, Raihans phone had blown up with notifications. Most of them were comments about how cute Aaron was and well wishes in finding his trainer. most of the private messages that had been sent were of people claiming to be his trainer, but most came off as shady at best. Raihan contemplated going down to the Pokemon center to see if anyone had reported Aaron missing, when he got another message. This one was from a girl, it said her name was __.

   Raihan opened the message and read it.

    Hi, my friend showed me your post about the Riolu you found last night. I'm his trainer, he ran off last night and was no where to be found. I've been worried sick. Please let me know when I can come get him.

    Out of curiosity, Raihan looked at her profile. It didn't take long at all to see a picture of Aaron, ribbon and all, curled up with a Lucario. Then another picture of him being held by the girl, both looking very happy. Raihan showed Aaron the picture and the little one pawed at the screen, crying out for her as if he could reach through the screen to get to her. That seemed to settle it.

     Raihan took one more look at the photo. "Why didn't you tell me your trainer was cute?" 

     "Ri?"

     He chuckled to himself as he messaged the girl back. Noon in Hammerlockes gym lobby sound good?

It only took a minute for her response. 

See you there.

    Sitting in the lobby, Raihan watched as Aaron played on the floor, Flygon had taken it upon themself to entertain the young one by letting him tackle their tail. Just as it was about to be noon, Raihan heard a girls voice from the entrance.

    "Aaron? Aaron!" 

    The Rioulu sprang up and happily ran towards his trainer. She scooped him and hugged him, Raihan could see her relax by the moment. Any worry immediately melting away from her face. 

   "Riri!" Aaron cried out and pointed his paw towards Raihan. 

    The girl looked over and walked towards him. She smiled. "I cant thank you enough for finding him."

    Raihan waved it off. "Dont worry about it, I'm just glad the little guy is back where he belongs." 

     She sighed in relief. "You don't know the panic attack I went through last night." 

    "I can imagine," he said. "What happened anyway? How did you two get separated?"

    "We were walking home after training in the wild area, when he just ran off." She said. "My Lucario did his best to track him down, but he got lost so fast we couldn't find him. I searched everywhere but no luck. Then my friend sent me that post you made and I messaged you as soon as possible." Then she paused. "How did you find him anyway?"

     "He just ran up to me." Raihan said, unsure of how to explain. "I don't know.He seemed so happy, like he was looking for me or something. "

      ___ nodded thoughtfully. "Hhmm…"

      "What do you mean hhmm?"

      "Well…" she paused as if collecting her thoughts before continuing. "I think… maybe it's something about your aura."

     "My aura?"

      ___ nodded. "Yeah… I mean. How familiar are you with the Lucario line?"

     Raihan shrugged. He didn't get to fight many Lucario. Though he was vaguely aware of their unique abilities. "I know they're the aura pokemon. I've read a bit about that stuff, but I can't say I know much."

    She nodded. "Okay, well, to make a long story short, aura is this energy that all living things have. And the Lucario line are unique in that that they are able to sense and use auras energy. I think maybe Aaron sensed your aura and went looking for you."

    Raihan couldn't help but chuckle at the idea. It was certainly an interesting theory. "What could possibly be so attractive about my aura that he would come running?"

     ___ looked him at and down, a coy grin in her face. "It doesn't seem that far fetched. You have a very good aura."

    "You say it as if you can see it."

     Her face went red and she looked away in embarrassment."....I-I can…"

     "Oh," Raihan didn't mean to make her feel embarrassed. Though now he was genuinely curious. "That's pretty damn cool."

      She turned back to him, Aaron seemed to sense whatever it was she was feeling and looked at her curiously. "Thanks, um...but yeah. I guess he could just sense you were a good person and wanted to meet you." she smiled awkwardly.

    Raihan grinned back and reached out to scratch Aaron behind the ear. "Well I was glad to meet him."

      Aaron seemed very happy about it too. But his mood quickly changed when ___ said, "Thanks again for finding him. Come on, Aaron, let's go home." The Riolu started to squirm and cry out. He kept reaching out to Raihan like he didn't want to leave. __ seemed equally distressed. "Aaron, what's wrong? What's gotten into you? Dont you want to see Riley?"

     Aaron only kept pointing at Raihan and looked as if he was begging not to leave. Until eventually, he jumped out of her arms and ran to Raihan wrapping his little arms around his leg and nuzzling him.

     "Oh no." He and ___ said in unison.

     Raihan treated them to ice cream and they sat on a bench, unsure of what to do. Aaron sat between them, swinging his little legs as he munched on his snack. Not caring about the trouble he had caused. Her Lucario, Riley, sat on the ground, arms crossed. Looking at Aaron as the disapproving parent he was. 

     She still seemed so quiet and embarrassed about this whole ordeal. So Raihan did his best to break the ice in an attempt to make her more comfortable. "Riley and Aaron are certainly interesting names for pokemon."

     __ looked at him shyly and grinned a little while her Lucario turned its gaze to him. "I guess so. But in my defense, Riley is named after an old friend. The one who gave me his egg in the first place." 

     "I take it that Riley taught you about Auras?" She nodded. "And what about this one?" He pointed at Aaron.

     "This one is named after Sir Aaron. Another Aura user. One of the few recorded ones in history. Definitely the most famous by far."

     Something about that name struck a cord with him. "I've heard of that guy. Stopped a war and saved the tree of beginning, that Sir Aaron?"

     ___ nodded. "The one and only. So you do know a bit about Auras." She said teasingly.

     Raihan shrugged. "We have a few documents on aura users in the vault. Some of them mentioned the guy. But that's the extent of my knowledge." He paused for a moment before adding. "You seem to know a lot though."

     "A fair amount." She replied, taking another lick from the cone in her hand before it started dripping. "Why, is there something you want to know?"

    "I'm a historian by nature, I always want to know." He then winked before adding, "especially when the source is so cute."

     __ blushed before snorting and rolling her eyes. "That has to be the lamest line I've ever heard."

    Raihan laughed. "Can't blame a guy for trying. But there is one thing I am curious about."

    "And what's that?"

    "What is my aura like?" __ looked surprised. "What's with the face? You can't just say I have such a good aura that your pokemon come running and not tell me what's so great about it."

     ___ shook it off. "Sorry, it's just that I don't get asked that a lot. I dont really go around telling people I see auras."

     "Really?"

     "Yeah…" she let out an irritated sigh as she relayed how annoying it could be. "Whenever i talk about Auras most people either think I'm going to talk about the healing properties of crystals and oils next, or think I'm going to read their auras for free and act like it's some kind of fortune telling. Needless to say I dont bring it up often."

     "Oh Arceus, that does sound annoying."

     ___ laughed and took another lick of her ice cream before turning towards him, resting her arm on the back of the bench. "But since you asked nicely…" she paused for what felt like forever, looking him up and down with a scrutinizing gaze. Raihan had never felt more exposed then in that moment. Though oddly enough, he found that he did not mind. "Your Aura is strong and vibrant. That much is certain. It's… warm and kind. Yet sturdy. The essence of a protector. If that makes any sense. No wonder Aaron ran to you. He knew he would be safe by your side." Then her lips tilted slightly in a smirk. "You're aura is friend shaped."

     For some reason that made Raihan bust out laughing. "Do I get to be your friend then?" 

     She smiled, "I'd like that very much."

#Raihan #gym leader raihan #raihan x reader #pokemon x reader #pokemon x swsh #swsh #pokemon #riolu #things i wrote at 4 in the morning #and probably could have benefited from another draft #but you're getting this anyway

[norestwithoutlove]

Hi, I just finished reading to build a home (quite literally just then) and it was one of the best stories I’ve ever read. everything was so cohesive and beautifully done and has inspired me to do some writing of my own. How did you manage to keep track of minor details and plots throughout the book continuity wise, with such a large word count, thats something most authours cant do and it made it feel so much more personal and immersive. this fic was a wild ride, sorry if this sounds weird btw i dont usually do this.

Hey !! sorry this one took me a while to reply to ! thanks so much for this message it made me beam - i’m glad the fic made you want to use your own voice as well! writing is such a balm especially in times like these, so i hope you’re loving it.

holy shit i’ve just gone over this and this is a LONG answer so i’m very sorry for the essay in advance. regarding continuity and minor details:

from like very early days (essentially day one of writing) i had a very clear vision of where i wanted the fic to go, and what the major plot points were (the night of the fight aged 18 and everything which caused it, even that it would take place on the roof, sam’s overdose happening in the middle of dean’s drunk love confession, the chapter 59 love confession which leads to them FINALLY getting together happening in front of the fire and cas giving dean his poetry book, the dedication saying ‘to dean, i still do, and always will’. all of that was just sitting rotting all other thoughts in my mind and so i had to type it all out at the bottom of the word document to get it down and make sure i didn’t forget. here’s an excerpt of that very early days plan (the scene where dean comes out to sam in the hospital!!! one of my absolute favourites):

other things came later, like the wedding + concussion scene, and the scene where dean waits out in the treehouse all night, which honestly was SO cruel of me and really added to the tragedy of the chapter 38, 40, 42 arc. but yeah as with the above they sat in my brain just waiting for me to reach the appropriate part of the fic to type them up from VERY early days of the fic. opinions on this vary but i don’t like typing out the scenes that i really want to type out if i haven’t actually reached them in the fic’s construction, (does that make sense?  i’ve phrased it badly) because knowing i’m gonna get to write those scenes is what motivates me to actually write the scenes inbetween. i should probably switch this up a bit as everyone advises against this form of writing but also yeah changing routine is effort.

other things plotted in the fic came about in light of the events of the show. mary wasn’t originally gonna be such a distant mother but, as spn pushed that narrative of distance and withdrawal, i thought it would be weird for readers to read a fic which pushed the deified mary mother figure like early seasons spn. especially weird for the readers to read a deified mary fic when the mary they were watching on screen seemed to differ so drastically from the one in the story. so the mary-dean relationship (which was fortunately pretty ambiguous and stilted because of dean’s grief-brain in early chapters) had to change in tbah into the really complicated entity it became. honestly the formulation of that relationship is one of the things i was most proud of in the fic because it was so thorny and hard and felt tragically real for that reason. 

other things the progression of the show impacted: dean’s relationship with jack. obviously he couldnt be a nephilim in the tbah universe(!) so i had to consider another angle which would stilt his relationship with dean in the fic. considering the fact that in the show dean’s aversion to him came from a knot of grief, anger and dean’s own upbringing, i transplanted that idea onto the fic and said okay, but here it’s not about cas, it’s about john. dean untangles much of his own trauma with john through his relationship with jack in the symbols of his father he can find in his life: driving, fishing, and building. but also in the symbols of jimmy: cooking, talking, teaching. dean gets to choose between being a john or a jimmy to his son, but the question isn’t so simple, because people aren’t just symbols, and actually dean ends up being a dean to jack, which is perfect.

weirdly, i also think music helped with continuity. i had a few songs in my head at the beginning of the fic and they became like thematic seeds which could grow and make threads to be picked up throughout. i’d listen to these as i wrote, especially as i wrote the scenes i deemed the most significant. same thing with literature.

also thinking about the fic just became really comforting to me ! so i’d play major plot points in my head like a movie before i went to sleep, which meant by the time i got to writing them they’d had a lot of time to develop and pick up earlier themes of the fic. essentially all of the fic was written in light of the future of the fic, which really helped continuity and direction but also the weird tangled traumatised nature of time in the story. this figuring of time became really important because i think tangled traumatised time is essentially just the reality of grief-time. 

subconsciously i’m sure a lot of stuff bled through which was unintentional, the framing of events which repeat location (dean waiting in the treehouse all night as a teenager to say goodbye to cas before he leaves for university vs dean and cas going to the treehouse as adults and finding teens there who are saying goodbye to each other before leaving for university. confession 3 takes place a literal 10 years after confession 1. confession 1 comes from cas and happens on the roof just before he leaves for the uk, confession 2 comes from dean and happens drunken in the living room after dean has had an intense and ambiguous conversation/fight with his mother, confession 3 happens in the living room after dean has come out to his mother, confession 4 happens on the roof as castiel returns from the uk and repairing every sense of the rift confession 1 caused because this last confession ends in their engagement.)

once i realised this was happening i went back and combed through those scenes for lines to be repeated. an easy example of this is chapter 38//chapter 59. here’s a scene from chapter 38 as they enter the big white house:

and here’s them entering the house in chapter 59: 

i think it’s about trauma and repetition (freud has a theory about this, see Remembering, Repeating, and Working Through) in that we return to sites of trauma; trauma is reiterated in memory and in the material, but in every reiteration, we grow and heal and understand the trauma and ourselves better. it’s like an upward spiral: the first confession goes so badly, the second goes better but not good, the third good, the fourth goes wonderfully (dean’s narrative frames it as paradise: “maybe this is the sound of the trumpets on the other side”). so yeah, part of the ‘continuity’ of tbah is just a traumatised cycle of reiteration, and i say this in the nicest possible way, because these cycles of repetition are how we heal. deep down, i think that’s what the fic is all about.

tl;dr: i had a scrawl of a plan at the bottom of the word document i wrote tbah on, i thought about it a lot because it made me happy, i had a pretty clear vision of where things were going from the very opening chapter, and i was a very gay english lit student.

anyway thanks for the ask lovely i am SO sorry it resulted in the borderline novel of an answer.

#anon #answered #LONG post sorry #to build a home #tbah #deancas

[iloverubberduckiez-blog]

Partners- Reader x Hybrid!Maknae line

A/N: Don't know if ill write more and make a Lil series or keep this as a drabble

WC: 4k

Warnings:Fluff, possible smut if i continue. 

Rated: PG 13 i guess

After another long day at your shitty desk job as a secretary, you were on your way out when you get stopped by the department head.

“Hey Y/N, I'm glad I caught you!”

You inwardly groaned. All you wanted to do was to go home to your beautiful hybrid who you knew would no doubt whine about you coming home late. 1000 bucks says Mark was here to tell you that you would be delaying that peace a little longer.

“Mark please I am tired and I already worked two hours over today”

“Sorry Y/N. I have to stay too. We are expecting some big shot from the main branch and you and I get to personally oversee all things pertaining to him when he gets here. He’s gearing up to take over HQ as the new CEO”

“Oh my- No way.”

“Yup. Jackson Wang”

“Damn. well, he is super hot so I'm doing it for him, not you. When do we need what?” 

“He doesn't get in till next week so we will have time to prepare. Just letting yo know you can pass on the DRASS project to Amaya.”

“What no way that project is mine, it's literally all I've worked on for months-”

“And I know you were super excited to fly back to Kenya to help those people and see it through. I promise you will get full credit but We need this, trust me Jackson says he wants to pick his personal team from within the company. If we do well enough this will be the push we need and could select us as candidates.- You have a hybrid right? well, I have a family of five, and having extra money in the bank whether it's just a bonus for this or a whole new position will help us both and you know it.”

“okay” You relented with a sigh taking the folder from his hands.

“You should rest up this weekend so that we can meet up a little early next week to go over what needs to get done and how we can prepare for everything.”

“so i can go home now?”

Mark chuckles and nods. “ Run along, give your boy a hug from me” Mark kisses your forehead as has been the norm and walks away with a small wave towards his own car.

Leaving the office you groan after seeing the traffic. It was going to be a slow crawl in the car for like an hour before you make it back home.

“Y/N!” You didn't even unlock the door before you were bombarded with the full weight of the handsome hybrid you share a home with.

“Where were you? I was waiting for you for so long. I got us dinner but its all cold now” His voice a little muffled as he spoke into your hair.

“oh what did you eat?”

Taehyungs tummy growled.

 “I didn't. I wanted us to eat together because i got Lasagne, your favourite.” His tail which was wrapped around you as he had hugged you fell to the floor in sadness.

“I’m so sorry Tae.” You looked up to find his ears flattened on his head as his arms drop from your shorter frame. 

Taehyung’s eyes meet yours as he feels how your guilt seems to seep through and he gives you his beautiful signature boxy smile before picking you up and carrying you into your apartment.

“It’s okay Y/N we can reheat it.”

You kiss him on the check and go into your room to change into something comfortable before joining Tae back in the kitchen and sitting on one of the stools.

“Wine M’lady.” Taehyung poured two glasses and reached for your hand leading you to the couch.

“c’mon it will take a while to heat nicely in the oven.”

You nodded and followed him hi sat first then pat his lap. You looked at him questioningly.

“First my favourite meal and then expensive wine? It's not my birthday Tae.By the way this wine is like 1922 grade $400 bucks stuff how in the world did you get some?”

Taehyung chuckled.“I just wanna sit and cuddle with you and have a nice evening together plus you smell like a squirrel.”

You caved and snuggled beside Taehyung instead of on his lap but he just pulled you closer to him nuzzling your hair and drawing little patterns on your arms.

You inwardly facepalmed, of course, Tae’s sensitive nose picks up on all the people from work and apparently most pungently your intern who had sent his Squirrel hybrid to give in some documents to you halfway through a meeting - “I can go take a shower-”

“No don't go please i just missed you a lot today is all.”

“ You sure? Nothing else? Nothing bothering you?”

“Nothing at all.”

It was not nothing.

Taehyung had spent the better part of the morning crying his eyes out after overhearing your conversation to Seokjin. He didn't mean to eavesdrop, in fact, he was going to come and give you a hug good morning but what he heard made him stop dead in his tracks. 

“He’s a beautiful Calico cat Y/N, i think that it could be a good match for you. You did say you had always wanted a cat right? well this is your chance and he will dote on you hand and foot- you work too much honestly when do you take time to read and breathe?”

Tae robotically walked away tail tucked in between his legs and retreated to the bathroom He didn't bother with the rest of the conversation he was just numb. He turned on the shower but made no other moves towards actually showering. All he could think of was that maybe you were trying to replace him, that he wasn't enough for you or maybe that he was just too much and you didn't love him anymore. He heard you knock on the door announcing your departure for work but he couldn't bring himself to respond. After crying for what felt like hours Tae looked at his phone. You had sent a message.

“Tae,

Had to leave early,U might not have heard me in the shower.Take care. Y/N”

Taehyung felt morose. No “I love you” or cute emoji. He sighed and went to your room. Laying on your bed he snuggled up to one of your pillows and managed to fall asleep. It ended up only being a nap as Taehyung woke around an hour later. Eyes still puffy and with a sniffle, he sat up determined and decided to do something special for you.

“Hey Hyung”

“What do you wan- Is Y/N Okay? Did you start a fire again?”

Taehyung deadpanned. “Hyung that was one time!”

“Okay, what's wrong little brother?”

Taehyung whined. he felt the beginnings of tears stirring up again.

“come over. Hoseok has a day off today. Or do you just wanna talk to me?”

“I’ll be right there”

Yoongi sighed rubbing his fingers over his temples. Hoseok was currently now consoling his little brother who after regaling his story managed to upset himself and break down into full-blown tears again.

“I knew something was up I *Hic* didn't think she, we would ever be apart” 

Yoongi sat on Taehyungs opposite side and pulled him into a hug after wiping some of his tears.

“It’s just a big misunderstanding okay she is just working really hard she’s not trying to abandon you.”

“Hyung you don't know that. Easy for you to say because you have Hoseok- Hyung.”

“And it's only because of her that I got adopted by him remember? She wanted us both but she didn't have the means to look after both of us so she called all her friends willing to take a hybrid on and then she said that she was sorry she couldn't do more but at least we would be able to see each other. She’s the reason we can still talk, see each other despite being separated, and hang out.”

Hoseok nods, “She got an extra bed in your room too for Yoongi to come to stay over whenever he wanted and she gave him the spare key remember? I don't even have a spare and I've known her longer-”

“she likes us better” Taehyung and Yoongi snapped to Hoseok at the same time.

Hoseok laughed. “well glad to know where I stand. I wouldn't hold it against you if you moved now, she earns enough to support you now...so if-”

Yoongi smiled “You would be hopeless without me and you know it.”

Hoseok scratched behind Yoongi’s ears and with a smile, he began “Well if you want my advice on this-”

“We don’t,” The hybrid brothers said again in unison.

Hoseok rolled his eyes and mumbled about getting something to eat and calling Seokjin to figure out what was going on.

Yoongi’s heart was aching for Taehyung. He wanted nothing more than to see his beautiful smile again.

“Y/N likes Lillies why don't you buy her some and like welcome her with those and some chocolates or something when she gets home?”

Taehyung sighed. “I thought about that but it feels too simple and like something anyone could come up with.” His eyes glazed over to the Tv where a couple was horseriding on a ranch. Immediately Taehyung lit up.

” That's it!”

“Tae we can't buy a horse ranch, even with all three of us chipping in”

“Not the ranch Hyung. Y/N likes this special wine that you can only get at a few places. If I get her a bottle and cook her a fancy dinner she can remember why she only needs me.”

Hoseok came back to the living room.

“oh, I have a bottle from the last time we went to the ranch as a group the chateau right? I was gonna wait for her birthday and surprise her but you can have it Tae,”

Taehyung glomped Hoseok in gratitude.

“cant breathe Tae”

“sorry.”

Yoongi stood up scrolling on his phone. “what did Soekjin say?”

Taehyungs smile dropped and his face morphed into nervous worry. Yoongi placed a comforting hand on his brother's shoulder expecting bad news from the way he reacted.

“He is out of town for the weekend. Some big trip so I could only leave a voicemail. It’s probably nothing. Anyway, you should go on and get dinner ready for Y/N before she gets home right?”

Taehyung brightened a little and skilled nodding. Before he left Yoongi said he should probably order food so he doesn't poison you or set the place on fire. He left feeling optimistic and hopeful that he could mend things with you. He wanted to help take better care of you he promised himself.

You woke up to the smell of burnt pancakes and Hot chocolate. Following the scent, you found Tae in the kitchen attentively staring at the pancake until a small ding went off on his phone. Shutting off the timer he placed a layer of batter where the last pancake just lay and set the timer again. You watched him fondly before he plated this one and poured honey over it. Putting the plate on a tray with the precut fruits and hot chocolate his ears went up as he sniffed the air. Turning around he saw you in the doorframe.

“Y/N...i-i made breakfast” He hastily grabbed your hand and led you back to you room tucking you in, before rushing out and bringing the tray with him.

Your heart swelled at this blessing of a man in front of you and he watched with rapt attention as you cut off a piece of the pancake before placing it in your mouth.

“How is it?” His ears sagged over his head expecting rejection.

“I can make you an omelet instead if you-”

“Taehyung it's the best pancake I’ve ever eaten.”

He buried his face in your pillow at your praise, tail wagging happily. You offered him a strawberry and a piece of the pancake and he hummed happily.

After sharing breakfast together you spent the day spring cleaning together before spending the rest of the day on a movie marathon. On Sunday You were both invited to game night at Hoseoks and You and Tae were a dynamite team as usual with Yoongi coming in to troll Hoseok much to his displeasure.

“I look forward to working with you further Mr wang.” you held out your hand. Jackson laughed and gave you a hug instead. 

“No way just call me Jackson. I’ve been friends with Mark forever so any friend of his is a friend of mine, also you come at a right recommendation, which is surprising cos he can be a bit of a downer.”

“I’m right here you know!” 

“I’m so grateful for you for doing this at such last minute. i know it was a lot to organise in the given time frame Y/N.” 

“Not at all, Mr wa- Jackson.”

You all stayed in his office with some comfortable banter before going home.

Taehyung called over to you and began to advance happily towards you before he stopped and sniffed you strangely. You wanted to ask him what the problem was but your phone chimed. it was Soekjin- he was calling you. You declined the call because you remembered you needed to tell Tae what was going on so that you could get his opinion on things.

“It might be urgent, if he keeps calling you like that. Go see what your human friend wants.”

“Do you not like Jin? Since when? Tae what’s-”

“You’ve been talking a lot to whoever lately and you smell like a new scent and a hybrid and I feel tired so I’ll probably just go hang out at Hyung’s.”

“No wait Taehyung I’m not trying to have secrets or hide anything from you but there is something important I need to tell you.”

Taehyung huffed and went to go sit down as you took his hands in yours. He looked like how you found him 2 years ago a wounded puppy with eyes full of love and brimming with sadness.

“Things are a bit crazy at the shelter and Jin needs help in housing some of the Hybrids temporarily. Some can go to other shelters but some need a more... loving environment, calmer without the more violent hybrids sharing with the weaker type ones. I offered to take two of them in while he figures everything out. I know its a lot and if you don't want to, we will just stay just us but if Jin is overcrowded he’s at risk of getting shut down and then they could all end up on the streets I-”

“It's okay.”

You blinked. “Huh?”

“It's just temporary, right? I can understand that we shouldn't let anyone be on the streets if we can help.”

“really? you’re fine with this?”

“It’s...I will be able to deal with it. But I want strawberry cake and I’m not sharing”

“Of course Tae. Guess I should call Jin and tell him the great news!” You chirped and went to grab your phone. You didn't notice the sheer rejection that he tried to hold in.

Jungkook and Jimin stood behind Jin. The latter holding Jin’s shirt as he explained some of the pills he had brought along for their nutrition and bringing along some bags with groceries. You reached to take it and Jungkook took them all in your stead silently trying to minimize eye contact with you.

“Thank you Jungkookie.”

Embarrased, Jungkook stuttered out. “I-Its the least I can do after you are being so kind.” You practically melted and pet the Muscle bunny softly at the base of his ears and he stomped his foot a little and grinned showing his toothy smile.

Jimin, not to be outdone, said he could help you pack everything away and let go of Jin who was trying to remain them of something that they were tuning out in their silent contest to impress you. You tried to place a jar on a shelf too high and fell back into JK who caught you and placed it up for you instead. Jimin began whining that he could have done it for you but he was busy with the things in the fridge.

Taehyungs loud sneeze broke up the rowdy lot of you.

Jungkook gripped your waist in fear and stayed behind you as you faced Taehyung. Jimin in shock had hit his head on the shelf of the fridge and tried to catch some of the items that threatened to spill out.

Tehyung seeing Jungkook’s hand on your waist had yanked you out of his grasp and began scenting you and sending a snarl their way.

You sighed. This was how Taehyungs been acting ever since you started the project with Jackson. Pretty much anything could set him off but you felt bad because you should have been more understanding of how this may look in his eyes.

“ Jin, Rabbit, feline”

“Tae, Longtime! Sorry if we woke you. this is Jungkook he's a black Holland Lop and Jimin is a calico cat.”

“I’m Y/N’s Siberian husky.” Tae said to the other two before looking back to Jin.

“ I was awake- Hyung i was finishing the laundry for the new...guests.”

You spun around in his arms to face him. Petting his ears as he cooed into your touch “Aww Tae I told you I’d manage it”

Jin’s ringtone killed the silence and he dashed out telling you to call if any problems arose.

Thereafter you got the boys settled into Taehyung’s room. With a sigh you went and faceplanted into your sheets only to have Taehyung come and crawl beside you. After half an hour when you tried to get up Taehyung just grumbled and  held you tighter.”

“Tae i have to go to”

“work I know” He said with a sigh reluctantly letting you go. 

“Today’s a chilled day we will be done early. Besides, you guys can use this time to bond and make friends.” At his whine, you kissed the top of his head. “ please? For me, try?” 

Six weeks later all of you have somewhat of a comfortable rythym in the household. On a day off you decided it would be fun to go to the beach. Jimin offered to pack a picnic for everyone and Jungkook and Taehyung were moody on the drive over because they didn't think of it first. You had also told him since he was so helpful he could sit in the passenger seat and Jimin spent the whole ride grinning like the cat who got the cream.

Once there you were happy to let the boys wander off to their heart's content after setting up your belongings under a beach umbrella.

Jungkook had other plans. He worked very hard on his physique and although shy he still remembers the first time he came back shirtless from a run and found you on the couch. You tried to hide it but He knows you checked him out and you were definitely attracted to him the way your eyes hungrily racked over his body. Since that day he would be on the lookout for any golden opportunities to be close to you. Honestly, Taehyung had it made. You were kind, smart, hardworking, and breathtakingly beautiful. So often he dreamt of you as his and he knew the others thought the same. Officially though he was still a foster, Jimin had reminded him that morning and their place here wasn't secured so Jimin said he was gonna up the Ante. At first, Jungkook ignored him and went to shower but when he emerged to the sound of you praising Jimin for coming up with such a cute and thoughtful idea, He knew he needed a plan of his own. 

Taehyung excused himself for the bathroom and Jimin was looking around for the cooler box. He decided to go and check in the car leaving Jungkook alone with you. This was his moment. He stripped himself of his shirt and innocently asked if you would come to the water with him. He rationalized his need for an escort being that he was not used to such big crowds of people and thus managed to convince you out of your sundress to reveal your bikini and guide him by the hand towards the water.

Jungkook was Jungshook at the two-piece and how you looked in it enjoying the view until some guy came out trying to talk to you. That snapped him out of his daze and he flung you over his shoulder and bolted into the water trying to shield your body for his admiration alone. You were having a ball of a time and Jungkook got to stay near you and hold you claiming to save you from sharks if you found any.

Jimin had stomped away to the car and after retrieving the cooler box which he was pretty sure Jungkook was supposed to carry happily bounded to the store to get ice for the drinks on the way back. He also spotted a local artist doing caricatures and thought to remember to bring you over later for a couple picture together. He knew you weren't a couple but Jimin was smitten for you. He was slightly confused as to why Tae didn't have a romantic relationship with you, or at least you weren't his mate so he still had a shot. The only thing in his way now was the little maknae and his cute bunny-like stupid smile and ‘helpful groping’. Jungkook certainly wasn't shy in trying to subtle scent you when you were distracted anymore, not like how it was when they first arrived. No, they had gone from not trying to interfere with your and Tae’s relationship to wanting their own with you, a romantic one. The mystery now was why arent you and Taehyung together? Was it because he was a hybrid or was he just not the right guy? did you reject Taehyung before? Did you get rejected by Taehyung and now he regrets it and wants you back? Jimin didn’t care he wanted you and that was final. Even if you never returned his feelings even just being by your side could be enough for him, enough that he could get over sharing your affection with Taehyung after all he was the first even if he hates to admit it.

Taehyung almost dropped the Icecream cones in his hands.

 Its been so long since you two had come to the beach, in fact, the last time was when Yoongi had hinted at you two being an adorable couple. Taehyung had gotten you ice cream to share and you had some dribble down from your mouth to your chin. Taehyung did it before his brain was able to process the action, he licked a stripe from your chin to your lips lingering for a second before placing a chaste kiss there. You were embarrassed, to say the least, and Tae hid his own embarrassment by getting up to toss a ball back to a bunch of kids playing volleyball. When he came back he noticed you with some of Yoongi’s cocktail and the two of you managed to finish the jug just between the two of you. Later at home Yoongi and Hoseok took to the twin beds in Tae’s room and you pulled him into your room. Tae had discovered you were really handsy and although he wanted you so badly you were both too drunk to do more than sleep after a sloppy makeout session. The next morning you had woken up first and Left some water and ibuprofen with an apple by his side. His morning wood making him panic in short horror prompting a quick cold shower. While he discarded his clothes he saw your underwear that you had slept in still coated in fragments of your arousal, on top of the laundry hamper and grabbed it as he stepped in the shower. It was the first time he had taken your underwear.

Yoongi had told him then to let you bring it up- the idea of you guys figuring out what you want moving forward as it was clear to him and Hoseok that you two were lusting after one another but was it anything more? Taehyung was in the midst of figuring out his feelings for you and what everything meant and how things were going to be different but you came in the apartment with breakfast goodies in tow. You managed to still look effortlessly beautiful in the morning and Tae was so happy that you got him his favourite things for breakfast from your waffle house.

“Tae, I’m so sorry about yesterday i was super drunk”

“I was drunk too Y/N its fi-”

“No it’s I'm sorry can we just forget this all happened i don't want to loose you Tae I love you. Can we move on please?”

Taehyungs heart shattered across the floor but he nodded and to put insult to injury you kissed his cheek before scolding Hobi for drinking The hot chocolate you meant for Taehyung and yourself.

“I’m sorry lil bro. If you wanna stay with us we can share my room, i have a double bed and Hobi can-”

“Its okay Yoongi- Hyung. I can keep it together for now, ill give it some time and if that doesn't work I’ll confess and we work from there. For now, her loving me is enough, even if its just friends. This love and adoration from her is enough.”

It’s Not Fucking Enough. Not anymore. That was then when he had you all to himself, No new boss keeping you at work always hugging you, No Bunny, no Cat. No it was war now, and Tae has just about reached his limit.

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Day 17

Prompt: Everyone has heterochromia, the left eye is your natural color, the right is your soulmate’s natural color. Once you meet all eyes return to natural color.

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Roman scanned the bar for his contact, recalling the description he was given. He found someone that looked like they could fit: blue suit, glasses, curly hair, short. The only difference is he was told his contact had a face of stone while this one was smiling widely. He decided to take his chances anyways.

Standing from his chair, he walked over and sat on the bar stool next to his suspected contact. He turned, facing him with a smile. Gathering his charm, he said his code. “I don’t know if you swing this way, but I have to shoot my shot.”

The man glanced at him with a giggle before looking back down at the drink he was nursing. “If I’ve got the bat and you’ve got the gun, who’s got the sword?”

Roman breathed out a sigh of relief. “How about we take this back to my room so we can talk a bit? It’s quite loud in here.”

The man nodded and took his hand, sliding off his stool. “That sounds nice.”

Roman led the man back to his room, closing the door behind them. The still smiling man sat in a chair in the corner. “So, I guess we should start with names.”

Roman frowned, pausing in his rummaging through the closet. “It’s never wise to give out your name so soon.”

The man sighed. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

Roman found the briefcase he wanted but paused before pulling it out. He turned, seeing the other’s crestfallen expression. “Do you really want to get to know each other? I mean, we might not see each other again.”

The man shrugged, avoiding looking at Roman. The agent crossed the room, kneeling before the man on the chair. “What’s your name, handsome?”

The man glanced up, making eye contact with Roman. “Patton.” He breathed out as he watched Roman’s right eye change to match his left. Roman watched the faint shimmering of Patton’s eye changing.

Roman smiled. “Well, isn’t this interesting. My name is Roman, but you can just call me ‘soulmate’.”

Patton giggled. “I’ll take you up on that, soulmate.”

Roman ignored the way his heart fluttered at that, instead standing and moving to pick the briefcase up again. He picked it up and walked back over. Patton seemed confused, his brows drawn in a frown. “What’s that for? I thought we were just talking.”

Before Roman could answer, a knock sounded at the door. He put a finger up, silently asking Patton to hold that thought, and looked through the peephole. When he did, a lot of things started to make sense. The man on the other side of the door fit the description of his contact to a T, down to the face of stone. The man’s blue and green eyes stared at Roman through the peephole, faint annoyance the only emotion on his face.

Roman glanced at Patton, down at the briefcase in his hand, and back at the man. “Things make more sense now.” He said before opening the door a crack.

The man tapped his foot. “Forgetting something?” He asked.

Roman laughed nervously. “So, funny story. You’re really gonna laugh when you hear it.”

The man’s expression didn’t change. “I doubt that.”

Roman let him in, closing the door quickly afterward. Patton gave the man a small wave. “Hi!”

The man sighed. “I see the issue.”

Roman laughed again. “Yeah, sorry about that.”

He nodded, his lips drawn into a thin line. “Just give me the . . .  item and I’ll be on my way.”

Roman startled, remembering the briefcase in his hands. “Oh, right! I’m pretty sure everything is in here.” He handed it over.

The man laid it across his forearm, snapped it open with the other hand and flipped through the documents inside. “This will be adequate.” He looked over his glasses at Roman, who was twisting his hands together behind his back. “Be more careful next time.”

Roman nodded as the man left, bumping into another person on his way out. “Oh, sorry.”

The other person seemed starstruck and Roman saw their right eye turn green. “That’s perfectly fine, soulmate.” The man in the suit sighed but dragged his new soulmate along as Roman shut the door.

Turning back to Patton, he smiled. “So, where were we?”

Patton spluttered. “Roman, who was that? What did he want? What did you give him?”

Roman sighed. “I was afraid you’d ask that.” He walked over, leaning down to rest his hands on the arms of the chair. “I might have to kill you now.”

Patton chuckled nervously, not unlike Roman’s own nervous laughter not three minutes ago. “You’re pulling my leg, aren’t you?”

Roman’s face split into a grin, his stoic expression gone. “Yup!” He launched himself away from the chair, spinning into the center of the room. “That was a friend of mine coming to pick up an edited manuscript. I was supposed to give it to him in the bar but got a bit sidetracked.” Patton giggled again, this time sounding more relaxed. “Thus,” Roman continued, “he had to come to the room and pick it up.” Roman took the opportunity to sit on the bed, one leg crossing over the other. “So, tell me about yourself, soulmate. I want to know everything there is to know about you.”

So, their conversation lasted until the early morning hours. The rising sun found them both asleep on the bed, tangled in the sheets and each other.

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[winterscaptain]

and the last one for now (till we get more of the 100 arc) - we kinda need a director's cut on enough? 🥺 (BECAUSE YOU SPOIL US WITH SHOWING HIS RECOVERY).

anything for you my love! (i have a LOT of these coming, so i’ll queue them up through the rest of the week :))

commentary in bold italics because i cant figure out how to do the fancy colors

You knock on his door, takeout in your hand. “It’s me!”

After a minute of silence on the other side of the door, you take your keys out of your pocket and start to open the door. “Don’t shoot me. I’m using my keys.” You move to open it, and the chain is in place. 

Okay I just love the fact that they have a key to his apartment?? After everything he’s been through and how unsafe he feels in his home? I’m soft. 

Damn it, Aaron. 

Then - 

Is he okay?

The transition to light panic here was really important to me - I wanted to establish right away that the threat and the fear was still there, and the last time they couldn’t find Aaron, he was stabbed nine (!!) times.

“Aaron?” You call through the gap in the door. You leave the keys in the door and pull your phone out of your pocket, hitting the first number on your speed dial. 

You hear his phone ring, a smack, and both from down the hallway and through the speaker (with an echo): “Hotchner.” 

“I’m here with dinner. Open the door.” 

His voice is thick with sleep. “You have a key, right?”

“The chain is on. I’m surprised I didn’t trip the alarm.” 

He makes a little dissatisfied noise and hangs up. I love him. You can hear him plant his feet and walk down the hallway. You smile a little at him as he approaches the door, almost looking inconvenienced as he shuts it, removes the chain lock, and opens it again. 

“Are you seriously upset that I brought you food?” 

No, dear, that’s just his face. 

He shakes his head and steps back, letting you in before closing it.  “No, sorry. I just didn’t mean to fall asleep.” 

You take stock of him as he turns his back on you and sits on the couch, settling with a slowness that looks painful. You set the food down and then return to lock the door. It’s easier for him to answer your question when you’re not looking at him. 

I love how well they know him. Like...he refuses to be vulnerable with the rest of the team, and even with them, he only feels safe when he can’t be seen. 

“How are you feeling?”

A sigh. “Alright.” 

And yet...

You look over your shoulder as you slide the chain lock back into place. “Don’t lie to me. It won’t work.” 

His head is in the takeout bag as he answers, still avoiding your eyes. “I’m sore and I can’t sleep at night and everything is healing slower than I want.”

There we go. There we go, indeed. 

You sit beside him. “Do your dressings need to be changed?” 

“I got most of them earlier, and Jess came over to help me yesterday, but there are a few that need to wrap around and I can’t -” He stops with a huff. “I can’t reach without -”

You put a gentle hand on his shoulder. “I got it.” 

His jaw is tight, shaky. “Thanks.” 

Hotch and them just communicate with each other so well. They can understand what he needs and how he needs it presented to him. 

“First,” you say, grabbing one of the boxes, “food.” 

There’s a grateful little pull of his lips as you dig in. The news is on, but you pick up the remote and change it to some ridiculous reality TV program. 

“I was watching that.” 

“No you weren’t.” 

He wasn’t. 

This made me LAUGH like you wouldn’t believe. My parents do this all the time and it always makes me smile. 

You avoid his exasperated eyes as you set the remote on your side of the couch - farther than he can reach without stretching. 

You eat together in silence, the trainwreck on the television only marginally holding your attention. When you glance at him, you catch the side of his face twinge when he reaches for his glass of water.

“You know, not taking your pain meds doesn’t make you Captain America. It just makes you stupid, and in pain.” 

This is the piece of dialogue that got me started on this little fic. I was like “wait a minute - this fucker won’t take his meds and he’ll need someone to take care of him and the writers DEPRIVED us of joy so maybe i’ll just give myself a little joy, as a treat.

He levels you with a glare. 

+++

“Stop squirming.” 

“Sorry.” 

We love starting in the middle of a conversation/activity. I really hate writing build-up to stuff if it’s not actually relevant, so I’ve kind of worked on making scene starts feel active without being too abrupt. I’ve been known to write full on scenes and then just chop the shit out of them for pacing and structure. 

My outtakes document is like 25 pages long because I never really get rid of anything. 

With gentle fingers, you tape and tuck gauze around one of the wounds on his ribs. He flinches, a little pained noise leaving his throat. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Your fingers flutter for a second before setting back to work. Reaching blindly behind you, you grab the roll of gauze wrapping. “Hang on for just a second - this isn’t going to feel good.” 

He takes a deep breath (as deep as he can, anyway, considering his injuries), and you begin wrapping the dressing around his ribs, passing the roll from one hand to the other. He grits his teeth whenever it pulls the right amount, and your lower lip disappears between your teeth. 

I probably watched Aaron being in pain in carious episodes for close to an hour while putting this together. It sucked. 

“I’m going to tuck it in front so you can reach it, okay?”

He nods, his eyes closed. 

You’re sitting on his desk while he’s perched on the edge of his chair, his arm resting along the back - up and out of the way. This is the only place in the apartment he’s comfortable removing his shirt. 

Every other room has a mirror or a big window. 

ALRIGHT we’re gonna touch on Aaron’s insecurities here - we see his growth and confidence shift by the time we see him and Reader in mean it, where he feels comfortable when they take his shirt off and see his scars. 

“Okay, one more.”

You’ve saved the hardest one for last, but it has to go in that order. It’s the one just above his collarbone, right off the hollow of his throat, that needs the most attention and frequent changes. 

I noticed this dressing - the one right below his neck - on my final rewatch of Faceless, Nameless. I was scanning for things I missed, not looking at anything I’d seen before, and that just stood out to me. Thus, we got the extension of this scene that was originally going to end with “Every other room...window.” 

You tip his chin with the tip of your finger, giving you more space to work. 

Okay I didn’t even touch on the touching in this one. I think this is the most contact they’ve ever had, and I think something shifts in their friendship after this. 

Gingerly pulling at the tape, you remove the soiled dressing. Aaron’s breath comes as deep as he can through his teeth. When it quickens, you stop. 

You readjust so he can keep his head where it is and you can sit in his eye line. He meets your eyes with a tight jaw. 

Yes, we are mirroring the shaving scene in mean it here! There are a lot of mirror moments between that fic and this one - a kind of breakthrough of intimacy in both cases. 

“What can I do, Aaron?”

He closes his eyes again and tilts his head further to the side. “Just keep going.” 

The tears come unbidden into your eyes as you continue your work, but your hands and breath are steady. They are so moved to his pain it literally made me cry. I just thought of the way their hands must have shook and like...the sight of the wound itself. My best friend was hospitalized two years ago, and even seeing her in any pain just brought me straight to tears. For these two, where that’s so part of their everyday, I can’t even fathom it. You can hear him match his breath to yours and you’re thankful for your relative composure.  

The wound still looks wretched - angry and red and black and blue and weeping - but it’s not infected. 

You hold a towel up and he gingerly presses it to his chest while you reach for the wound wash, hiding your face from him. This is as much about protecting themself as it is about protecting Aaron. 

“Thirty seconds, thirty seconds,” you assure him. “Do you want me to count?”

I like the implication that they’ve counted the thirty seconds for him before, so I left it there. 

He shakes his head. “Just do it.” 

You shoot a gentle stream of the solution across the open tissue, held together by more stitches than you want to count, both internal and external. There are SO many delicate little ligaments and muscle fibers in the neck and upper chest - I asked my dad about it (reminder: he’s a former paramedic from Alameda county where paramedics can make an execute medical decisions lmao) and he said neck and clavicle injuries were a nightmare. Apparently, it’s like a minefield in there. The other arteries and delicate tissues of the body dont have so many key items, but the neck (obviously) does, with lots of room to damage upper and lower respiratory tracks. Thus...Lots of stitches. Anguished noises leave his chest through his teeth and you know he’s trying to suppress them with unsteady breath. His eyes are shut impossibly tight, and you can see unauthorized tears gathering in the corners. 

Unauthorized tears came to me while I was searching in vain for an appropriate adjective here. I didn’t want to just say that he was crying - it wasn’t good enough. I wanted to demonstrate that he didn’t want to cry, that neither one of them wanted to make the other feel badly for their own anguish. 

This is always the hardest part, and you’ve never gotten through it without crying. You hate how much he hurts. It’s like you can feel it yourself, the sting, the bone-deep ache, the throbbing. 

Tears fall down your cheeks, some landing on your shirt and others wandering down your throat. 

Even then, he knows you don’t pity him. 

If he thought that, he wouldn’t let you anywhere near him.

You wash and dab, wash and dab, until the wound is clean and fluid-free, apologizing the whole time. You throw both the wash and gauze to the side and reach for fresh wrapping while swiping at your eyes. 

Fuck. 

“Just a second.” 

You’ve touched your face, so now you have to wash your hands. Again. We love good hygiene practice! You leave him and go into the kitchen, wash and dry your hands, and return to him. 

He catches your eyes before you settle back down. There’s something behind his eyes you can’t name, and it sends something flying around your body. 

That’s love, babey!! Haley smacked sense into him since last we talked and Reader has NO clue! Wild! I love dramatic irony!

You always feel a little guilty for your tears, but he understands. He thought for a moment, in the beginning, about what he would do if the situation was reversed. 

I can just see Aaron thinking of this, almost getting stuck on it. He’s so sensory-oriented, so grounded in sensation and memory, that he would force himself to feel the full brunt of a hypothetical scenario where Reader is seriously injured. 

He doesn’t have to imagine too hard because of course he remembers the gunshot wound in through and through, but it would be different if they were hospitalized or something. 

After scant seconds of consideration, he had decided he could never be as composed as you, as vulnerable and open as you. He could never offer to clean and dress your wounds - the thought of causing you pain of any sort, even helpful pain, was unbearable. 

Besides that, he would be so angry that you were hurt at all and wouldn’t be able to keep his hands steady. 

Nothing like the barely-contained rage of cis white men born in the 1960′s! (Or maybe I’m just projecting my father here....anyways.....)

At the very least, he would probably scare you with the intensity of his fury. Anyone who ever laid a hand on you would be subject to a wrath comparable to that of God. 

And Aaron’s mom is Catholic, so he would know. 

I can’t wait to have more Mama Hotch! (For those of you who haven’t gotten to the reality check trilogy, I’ve named her Evelyn because a. it was popular when she was born and b. I needed Aaron’s mom to have a soft and elegant name) 

There is not a moment where he takes your execution of this particular task for granted. He knows how difficult it is. He thinks, perhaps, that this is the bravest act of love he’s ever seen. 

I love the way Aaron shows love. He’s adoring in kind of a different way, brave in a different way. There’s so much hiding beneath him if you know where and how to look. I don’t think people, either in the show or in the fandom or in general, really look critically at him that way. 

But could you love him?

Love?

No. 

Too old. Too broken. Too divorced. Too married to work. Too poor a father. Too many other things that make me wholly undeserving. 

He couldn’t, wouldn’t, subject you to himself. 

God I mean there is SO MUCH in him that internalizes EVERYTHING. He thinks everything is his fault and I just????? Ugh.

He’s satisfied loving you in silence. He’d done it for a while now, he realized, after his conversation with Haley. 

It would have to be enough.

It would have to be enough to watch you carry on with your joyful, vibrant life. 

It would have to be enough to watch your face light up for someone who loves you, who puts a ring on your finger and makes you happy. 

It would have to be enough to spoil your children if and when you became a parent, to hold the title ‘Uncle Aaron’ instead of ‘Dad.’

I added this last bit as almost an afterthought, and it was the one everyone seemed to love the most. Looking back, it’s my favorite too. 

It would have to be enough to know you would outlive him and die loved. 

It would have to be enough. 

You pick up your tools again, using three fingertips this time to tip his head to the side at the temple. He almost smiles. 

Here, I think its the juxtaposition between the direction of his thoughts and their gentle touch that makes him smile. It’s not a happy one, but I think its one of acceptance. He’s in a place, in this moment, where he actually trusts that they’ll be there. 

“What?”

He shakes his head the barest amount and raises his eyebrows. “Nothing.” 

I think they would have told them, if there was some way to explain it. But there wasn’t. 

With a roll of your still-watery eyes, you get back to work, folding and pressing the gauze to the wound with a light, even pressure. You try to ignore Aaron’s hiss as the smile dissolves off his face, replaced by restraint and pain. 

Holding the pad in place with one hand, you take the tape, hanging the roll on your thumb while you pull with your other hand. You tape all around the perimeter of it, gently warming the adhesive against his skin. 

“Alright. Almost done.” 

You have him hold the end right under the wound while you stand to better get around him. Once, like a sash, around his shoulder and across his back and under his other arm, once around his ribs, repeat. 

Again, you tear and tuck it in front so he can reach, and gently pat it into place. 

When it’s low-profile enough to disappear under his shirt -

“Finished.” 

You turn and gather everything into the little bin that lives under his bathroom counter before he can say anything. And this is their way of hiding from him. I purposefully focused in on Hotch’s inner monologue during this part, instead of Reader’s. We already know how they feel and how much they love him and yet deny it from here to next year. I thought it was much more interesting to examine Aaron’s acceptance of his feelings in this moment. He watches you, and you can feel his eyes at your back. 

The first time you came to visit after he got home, he was worried you’d look at him differently, was worried you’d pity him. 

This was originally up where the first mention of pity is, but I needed that inner moment with Aaron before I went back to a recollection. 

He shouldn’t have.

You showed up at the door looking at him just the same way you always did. He wasn’t sure quite what way that was, exactly, but it was the same. 

The first time you offered to help him with his dressings, he refused outright. It was only when you saw that a wound on his left side had ripped a little and bled through his shirt that you wrestled him down and took care of it. 

Harder still than exposing his pain? Taking off his shirt. You’d reached for the top button the first time and he flinched like he’d been burned. 

He refused to meet your eyes. 

This little memory was SUCH a clear image in my head - it was such a struggle to figure out where and how to include it. I was happy that I found a way to do it in a way that wasn’t jarring and didn’t detract.

“What on earth are you so afraid of?”

He opened his mouth as if he was going to raise his voice at you, but then snapped it shut, his jaw working. His eyes were trained on the carpet. 

“Hey.” 

He looked at you somewhat reluctantly. 

“It’s just me.”

I know, he thought, that’s the problem. 

“This,” you gesture to his general torso area, “is not going to scare me or freak me out. What does freak me out, however -” You point at him with a packet of sterile gauze. “- is the thought of you trying to do this on your own, ripping your stitches, you not going back to the hospital, getting infected, going septic, and having a generally bad time.”

He finally speaks, the barest bit of sarcasm in his tone. “That’s quite a reach, isn’t it?”

You shoot him a withering look. “If you can look me in the eye and tell me you’d willingly go back to get your stitches fixed every time you ripped them, I’ll leave you alone.” 

He won't meet your eyes again, looking like a guilty child as his eyes wander to the corner of the room with a bit of a squint. 

You made your point rather elegantly. 

You pass him his shirt over your shoulder and he takes it, slipping his arms into the sleeves. 

BECAUSE IT’S NORMAL. Reader simply doesn’t acknowledge his vulnerability because they don’t need to. They just accept it in him and make it safe. 

His ridiculous number of button ups were coming in handy, especially considering the increased risk of stains. You’ve soaked more shirts in peroxide in the last week than you care to count. 

Occupational hazard, I guess. 

Getting blood out of dress shirts is an ART and Reader has MASTERED it.

You pick up the little bin and take it back into the bathroom, your fingers tracing over the framed photos of Haley and Jack in the hall as you pass. 

There’s one of you and Haley, too, at some sort of summer function where you were all together. If you aren’t mistaken, Jess took the photo as you and Haley lounged in lawn chairs, laughing.

I love these little scenes that are captured in pictures. Most of the pictures I write in are not only for implicit characterization, but to capture little images and scenes I can’t find context for, or aren’t something I can put into a fic in any kind of neat and orderly way. 

So, just like in my head, they live in still or just-moving-a-little images. 

Another one of the two of you sits on the dresser in Aaron’s bedroom. You’ve never seen it. 

It’s another Jess-capture. Haley has Jack in her arms, kissing him on one cheek with a smile while you press a kiss to the other, eyes shut tight. One of your hands rests lightly on Haley’s arm, the other makes bunny ears over Jack’s head. The boy’s face is all crinkled like he hates it, but Aaron knows that photo was bookended by a screech of laughter and many, many giggles. 

It’s times like this where I wish I could draw Reader, so I could take this and paint it. I still might try with a vague impression of them....But I’m not sure. 

+++

You bounce into the office in the morning, looking no worse for wear even after spending the night on Aaron’s couch. 

Hey, it’s a comfortable couch.

The pair of you stayed out on the couch watching bad movies far later than you meant to, but it’s alright. 

I just LOVE this image. 

Not the first time that’s happened. 

You could neither confirm nor deny that Aaron slept, but you saw, through his open bedroom door, that he was still and quiet for most of the night. 

The open door was an important detail here. Naturally, Aaron would want to close himself off to as much of a threat as possible, but I think he actually feels safer with the door open when Reader is there just outside of it, rather than the alternative. 

“You look chipper this morning,” Penelope notes. 

You shrug. “I slept well last night.” 

“How’s Hotch?” Emily asks. 

Oh, gals you have no idea how related those questions are. 

That’s another mirror moment to mean it, by the way. 

You make a little wavering noise. “About how you’d expect, but alright.” 

It’s later in the day when Dave pulls you aside and thanks you, wrapping you in his arms. 

You lean into him and you’re almost frustrated, but not surprised, when tears press at your eyes again. It seems you’re made of them, these days. 

“We’re so lucky to have you.”

You shake your head, burrowing into his shoulder. “Other way around.” 

He pulls back and kisses you on the cheek, patting your other one affectionately before offering his hand to you. “Agree to disagree?”

You roll your eyes and shake on it. 

“Sure, Dave. Sure.” 

This reminds me of that little scene in redamancy when Dave and Mom are talking about how much he deserves to have one of the babies named after him. 

And thus concludes director’s commentary for enough!! I’m always happy to answer process questions if y’all have any!!

#ssaic-jareau #a joyful future #aimz tag #tali provides commentary #tali talks cm

[kotalefanzu]

Pitch Pearl  ATUS AU- Part 3

ahahaha. i finally came back to wite the finale. WOOOO. im still sorry about waiting so long oof.

where we last left off, danny had a dream about phantom, in which he tells him about the creation of the natural portals. he leaves danny, saying that he’ll come running back soon enough. when he wakes up, jazz tells him that sam and tucker have gone missing.

danny takes a second to process that information along with the dream and his brain just shuts down. he goes on autopilot, acting like he didn’t hear a word she just said. jazz tries to snap him out of it to get some sort of reaction but when she actually looks him in the eyes, filled with exhaustion, fear, and helplessness, she realizes that he doesn’t need any more things to worry about and goes to tell their parents not to bother him. 

when she leaves, he blankly goes through the motions as he normally would. just like before this all happened. he checks his phone with slight hope that they may have tried to contact him, but after realizing he spent ten minutes just staring at it, he puts it away and doesn’t check it again. the walk to school is nothing but a stream of consciousness and he doesn’t even really feel awake anymore. everyone is just a blur while his brain refuses to process anything around him. 

he gets to class, looks at his friends’ desks, and notices two cleanly carved DP symbols on them. it makes him start giggling a little, then laughing loudly, before he sinks to the ground crying out of frustration and overload.

a town meeting is called in the middle of school. the missing children line up with the new influx of ghost sightings and they want to check to see if any more kids have gone missing. someone points out the danny got taken last and the two missing children were his friends. others bring up the lunchroom incident and start pestering him with questions, seeking answers. danny waits for his family to quiet everything down before explaining everything from his first day in captivity all the way to last night’s dream. many people want to push the blame onto danny for painting a target on their heads and force him to deal with it on his own while others want to use danny as a bargaining tool to save their lives.

the fentons reject every suggestion and say that the most important thing here to do if to protect the children and find a way to defeat the ghosts now that blocking their way into the human realm is no longer an option. they explain that giving danny up might be a trap if phantom was able to kidnap sam and tucker but didn’t head straight for danny. he is told to safe and not try anything.

the GIW are called in to work on locating one of the portals and storming the ghost zone to rescue the missing children. danny is desperate to help and spends most of his time reliving unwanted memories just to give any form of information that might be helpful. after a while they send him away to try getting back to normal life as he needs a form of distraction. 

at lunch, he is cornered by the other teens who ask if he is really just going to sit there and do nothing. danny is hesitant to lead more children into the ghost zone where they could be hurt, but they are determined and at this point, he is willing to risk it. after stealing a bunch of weapons from his parent's old weaponry vault, he finds a natural portal and opens it. they get sucked into it and arrive in the courtyards of phantom’s keep.

the ectoplasm flooding his system is mildly overwhelming but he pushes through it and begins guiding everyone to the dungeons where they would probably be kept. he notices while navigating that strangely everything is the same as it ws before he left, from to the decor to the guard rotations. when they reach the dungeons, sam and tucker aren’t there. it confuses him. he tries to think about where else phantom could have put them and a small voice whispers, ‘check your old wing’. its actually easier to sneak back to his old wing due to all the times he has snuck in and out of it. while the rest of the group aren’t so used to the routes, following him makes it a lot easier. waiting in the common room of the wing are sam and tucker, posed like lifeless dolls and dressed in clothing uncomfortably similar to what danny once wore, though less extravagant. their skin is pale and lifeless and their eyes are glowing

perched on their heads are silvery circlets. danny motions for the rest of the group to stand behind him. sam and tucker slowly turn to look at them and another battle breaks out.

its obvious from how they are fighting that while they wont strike to kill danny, they dont care about sparing the rest. the group slowly works out a system of one half distracting sam while the other go to hold down tucker and remove the circlet. as soon as it comes off, the glow from his eyes fades and he stills like they pushed his power button. with one less person constantly firing at them, its a lot easier to do the same for sam as she can’t fight them all off. dash and kwan take up carrying the limp, unconscious people and they make off with their battle spoils to the portal. 

danny reopens the portal and makes sure everyone gets through, doing a headcount. when he is sure everyone is accounted for and out of the ghost zone. he thanks them and seals it, locking them in the human realm with him on the other side.  

it takes a while for the group to finally tell someone what happened and they start fearing how to explain to the two dead to the world people who still haven’t woken up yet. they finally fess up when jazz drives by and asks where danny is. they silently just show her sam and tucker and watch the emotions flicker rapidly on he face. in the end she settles on heartache and gives a weak smile, telling them that she’s glad they are back but wishes they could have brought her brother back as well. she is more forgiving when they explain that it was his decision and they didnt have time to stop him before it was too late.

back in the ghost zone, danny stares blankly at the sealed portal, wondering if he should just step through now before its too late. just as he reaches out his hand, he gets pulled in a tight embrace as phantom laughs in his ear. 

“What did I tell you, Starlight. You would come running back into my arms soon enough. Let’s go back home. You’ll find I didn’t change anything when you left. We can go right back to how it used to be before. Like you never ran away from me.”

he stays huddled up in his room for most of the time, only coming out when phantom wants him to accompany him on an errand or when he has to attend meetings with phantom. the faces are familiar. he made a few friends during his captivity and while the circumstances are grim, its pleasant to see them again. 

for starters, clockwork was a common face when danny began getting incredibly homesick. phantom had requested danny be allowed to view the present of his ‘loved ones’ lives and he had spent every moment he could watching them throughout the day and making sure they were fine. clockwork also had hilariously awful puns, though they werent allowed to actually say them anymore after phantom got jealous and forbade them from speaking to danny. danny still carried the one-sided conversations and it seemed to cheer clockwork up from the decree. princess dora, now queen dora, was also a good friend of his, often discussing with him the pain of living with overbearing nobility. she had done a double-take when he approached her and sat him down to calmly ask what happened, though he could see the tension laced through her. after recounting she took a long sip of her tea and looked him in the eyes. she told a seemly random story of her exploring her kingdom and hearing a bard singing about how the mighty dragon princess stole the dragon king’s crown and the mighty dragon queen took her dear brother down. the piercing look in her eyes before she moved to a new topic told him more than enough.

the few moments of reprieve they offered was not enough to outdo the lappet treatment of phantom that allowed for no rejection, but it was something and it was all he could ask for.

sam and tucker wake up finally after being in a coma for two days. after scanning the room filled with their classmates, parents, and the fenton family, they quickly realize the only one not there that should be is danny. sam is the first one to speak, immediately yelling at them for trading them for danny and going off about how they need to go back for him as soon as possible. dash defends them by telling her that its not their fault danny closed the portal before any one of them could drag his skinny self sacrificing ass through it. they cant reopen it without him.

sam quiets down after that and tucker takes out asking all the questions he can think of to find a way to fix this. there has to be a way to reopen the portal.

(a cut back scene to danny interacting with phantom. im not good with writing abuse mixed with love very well so go ahead and use your imaginations okay uwu)

sam and tucker also end up secluding themselves and working nonstop on trying to figure out how to save danny. jazz stops by every day to check on them and pass on homework and anything she hears about the ghosts to them. while they start cleaning up the room to take a break and finish schoolwork, sam trips on a piece of paper and is about to fall. only she is caught in mid-air and surrounded by a neon lime green aura, one similar to danny’s though his is a bluish mint. the aura dissipates and she hits the ground with a soft thud but everything stops as tucker and her look at each other in shock. 

“That was you!”

“That was me!”

homework gets pushed aside again for experimentation and documenting. they might be able to reopen the portal after all.

#im so nice to characters #look at my kindness #arent i so nice #i edited this #less typos this time around owo #sorry there is going to be another part. #there is so much #danny phantom au #Danny Phantom #danny fenton #pitch pearl au #pitch pearl #tw: toxic relationship #tw: brain washing #part 3 #part 4 coming soon promise

[capan-devereaux]

SHRAN X READER PART 2

It felt as though an eternity had separated you from him and you were sick of only written communication so in your last letter you proposed an idea. While it had started innocently enough talking about how in the future humans and andorians might some day serve on ships together it planted the thought in your mind. After mulling over your options and your loneliness in missing Shran you came out with a great idea. Indeed it was the only viable, reasonable solution you could come to, you could transfer to  his ship and start over in the Andorian Imperial Gaurd.

Knowing something like this would be difficult you made it a point to talk to your closest friend on the ship Dr. Phlox. While your ... 'involvement' with Shran was somewhat common knowledge you didn't talk about it much with others often as when you did you could feel the judgment radiating off of them. Phlox never made you feel uncomfortable about anything much less your relationship with Shran. While Hoshi helped pass along your messages as the communications officer and was supportive you didn't see her much and you were nowhere near as close with her as you were Phlox. So as you talked with Phlox   you asked for advice after telling him what you had proposed to Shran, and he agreed that you should because would make you much happier than you would ever be if you continued to serve on Enterprise. He did make you promise that you would keep good contact with him if your plan was successful. It felt good to have your close friends support in the matter.

Now by some stroke of luck God had smiled on you as Shran had brought this idea, that a human could work on an Andorian ship (and not be a security risk), to his superiors somehow convincing them that this would help relations between your peoples and could be a great advantage. So now all you had to do was convince your own government. Knowing your Captain's opinion carried weight with Star Fleet and if he was convinced then it was practically a sure thing.

So armed with the written approval of the Andorian Gaurd, an actual formal request from Shran, and the emotional support of your good friend (ready to call on him if you needed aid with convincing Captain Archer) you waited until your opportunity came along and you saw it at lunch. You managed to snag him while he was picking up his lunch.

"Ensign" he acknowledged you as you approached him.

"Sir, would you allow me to take some of your time," you were starting to feel a bit nervous but swallowed the greasy feeling back down, "there's something I want ask you."

You felt relief at both being able to get the words out with out letting on how nervous you were (because you know confidence would be key in this conversation) and at his response.

"As long as you don't mind if we sit while we talk. I don't want to eat on my feet." His teasing tone let you know he was in a good mood. This was a good sign.

After quickly finding a table you continued.

"Well," you fumbled with the data padd, "I was wondering if you would allow me to transfer"

"Why?" he asked worried about what could make you feel the need to transfer not realizing that he had cut you off.

"I would like to transfer to the Kumari, Sir."

You were glad that you had managed to sit away from people enough that no one heard what you said. A slight fear of how you would be treated by your coworkers if you failed to convince Archer and had to stay.

"An Andorian ship, Commander Shrans ship", his statement felt awkward and became more uncomfortable for him as he continued in a slightly quieter tone, "Then this is about your ... 'involvement' with Commander Shran then"

"Yes sir", you looked down as you said it feeling the same judgment from your captain that you received from the rest of the crew.

You faltered if only for a moment letting weakness take over before steeling your resolve. You knew that you had to do this and remembered that Phlox would help if you needed it. Looking back up you met his eye and handed him the datapadd.

"Shran has already taken this to his superiors and they thought that having a human on board an Andorian ship may help strengthen relations between our peoples. Of course Shran suggested me once he had the chance."

You looked into his eyes again and saw something that looked an awful lot like understanding mixed with worry. The feeling of being judged eased slightly.

"I see, there are only two problems I can think of with this, How the Vulcan High Command will react and how you would fit in on the ship, would you be treated as an equal."

"Sir, its already been decided that if I do transfer I would be an ensign there and I'm willing to bet that I'd feel more comfortable on Shrans ship than I do here at the moment"

Just as it was no secret that you were with Shran it was also no secret that many crewmembers were less than happy about it. Archer knew that you had to ignore their judgment and gossip every day, not that there was much you could do to stop that sort of thing.

"We still have to think about how Vulcan High Command will react"

"Honestly Sir, I'm not sure how to handle that but I'm sure that they would eventually get over it. Not to mention the vulcans aren't our only allies we should be able to strengthen our ties other species without being reprimanded. And I know I'm out of line with all this so I'll just finish please support this when the andorians bring this to Starfleet. Your opinion carries weight and it would mean more to me than you could ever know and I know Shran would consider this a huge favor. "

He cut you off before you could continue rambling, "You have my support"

After a pause, "Thank you so much sir, I'll leave you to your lunch now" You were worried that he may change his mind if you bothered him further.

-----

As you had guessed after Captain Archer gave his support you were able to transfer to the Kumari. You only had to finish up some documents and you did so in the infirmary so you could talk with Phlox as you did. When you looked up from your last document you paused before saying,

"I'm going to miss you, I can't thank you enough for helping me."

"Nonsense, what are friends for. "

You wrapped your arms around him in a hug briefly before letting him go.

"You have to write back as frequently as you can, I cant loose contact with such a great friend"

Of course he agreed. And you smiled again at your friend anc at the thought you'll be able to see you lover as much as possible soon.

----

You open your eyes to see the now 'very familiar' cool tones of Shrans quarters and register the cold of the room only a moment before registering the face pressed into the back of your neck and smiled. Finally able to see Shran as often as you want.

-----

while it took some time you won the respect of your crew mates by showing how hard working you were, and your competence and eagerness to learn and work more efficiently with them. There was far less judgment here than on Enterprise and you had even made a few friends in the few months that you'd been here. Which of course you had to tell Phlox about, he had to know how much more comfortable you were here. Shran was more than happy to let you write so frequently to your friend,  especially after you explained how Phlox had helped you gather your nerves to set everything in motion on your end.

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Thank you guys for being so patient with me I hope you enjoy it as much as th eg first part. it still feels a little incomplete but I might expand on this more later

#enterprise #request #x reader #shran x reader #shran #thy'lek shran #part 2

[tees-sawggy-blog]

Spoilers for Faith in Three Kingdoms so please dont read if your a player in the campaign!!

For context for Faith/ Fuc in my main campaign:

She is just a rogue.  She has always been one to just flow with whatever problem comes her way.  She’s never had the ability to really fix anything, bc what could she do when she lived and grew up without magic or political power.  Earlier on in her life she was never able to have children and she HAD come to terms with this fact at the time, like how she would with everything.  But then there was a spark or hope, she had found documents leading to some form of a wish granting artifact.  This ended up being a entity of some sort (not a god, but nothing mortal by any means) and ended up making a deal with it.  This backfires.  So the one and only time she ever tried to changer her fate in the slightest, it was turned into a curse that followed her wherever she went. Now the party she is with is a talented bunch that are all magic users or have priceless knowledge/ lore pivotal to the plot.  And there is definitely a part of jealousy but more importantly frustration that she cant be as helpful as them.  However, as of recently, Faith has come across a magical artifact that was made with the severed pieces of a god.  Very helpful, yeah?  Now obviously any remnant of a god is going to be powerful, and its been slowly been alluded to her many times (i.e. every time she uses it) that this power is almost addictive in a way.  It doesnt force the character to “bend to its will” but, its the type of artifact that makes you think “wow. i want to feel like this... all the time.” which could probably be damaging to fuc but anyways.  So in the last session that we had, an entire city that the party was in was almost leveled from a bomb, but was thankfully protected by a magical field.  However the city was forcibly removed from the land and basically turned into atlantis.  There was a click in her as a character.  Almost a realization of some sort.  They were stuck at the bottom of an ocean (we presume), one of the other PCs has lost their memory, and now all that faith can think right now is “I dont know how to fix this, but I wont accept standing to the side to watch this unfold anymore.”  And here is where the fun stuff begins:

(this is all stuff im copying pasting from my messages with my DM bc im too lazy to type it all out) she has never REALLY had control or anything she’s done in her life.  she’s tried and it backfired and kills those she’s cared about.  she’s just a simple rogue whose smart and HAPPENED to be unlucky enough to find some papers about a demon deal.  And all these years go by and, she meets these amazing and powerful people like sabrina and lake and crow, even fucking mario, and there are multiple situations where she just feels helpless if there’s an emergency! we will be stuck and all she know is the stuff she’s learned from living basically alone for a lot of her life.  then she begins to cast these spells as a bard, and it’s a sign to her.  she finally feels like she can help when things might get rough.  but then... she gets this ring of tyverius and she’s like, “what if i can be more than just help? what if i can protect them? what if i could fix this? what if i could make the pain go away, all of it?”  which is very damaging thinking but she’s getting a taste of this literal god power and she can’t help but think “i know there’s more, i want more” and she’s blurring these lines between justify this with wanting to protect people and wanting more power so she can finally have control.  she’s thinking things like “if i put tyverius back together maybe she will help me (which is dumb bc the priestess ha stye same mindset) and if she cannot be restore i will always have the strength of all of her artifacts anyways”  in faiths mind she could maybe be more powerful than it if she has tyverius’ power.  These were literal thoughts faith was having when we were underwater in tylian, like the most helpless you can get in that scenario, hundreds of thousands will die, the only people she cares about will die etc etc.  and there’s nothing ANYONE can do this time.  that’s why she turned to bell, a dormant god, to try and wake them up even though she knows they can’t do anything!!! they can’t remember ANYthing!! but tyverius is even more powerful than bell.... sometimes it helps to have the power of gods i dunno !  sometimes faith wishes she could hear tyverius talking in her mind or showing her where the rest of the artifacts are in dream to her she faith can have more direction.  Not to mention a lot of good natured moments shes thought of a ways to take advantage of it or use it but it’s never been an option just always a side thought but now seeing these “mortals” like ysme making herself like a prophet to the good followers of bysthyn, like lyla (which we don’t need to deep dive into), like the abernathys ... she starting to realize, she can be like that it’s not exclusive to just gods. that’s just selfish for them to keep all that power to themselves

Essentially, I dont want a villain arc for faith, and I dont think she is inherently evil at all!  But I do think that after all this time shes starting become obsessed with the idea of control and fate, and trying to bend destiny.  And she was like this far before obtaining the ring, she’s a selfish person.  It’s hard to tell is she even knows it, or if she even wants to recognize it.  She can put on the disguises, help out as many 13 year old boys on the the street, She can play pretend hero all she wants.  It doesnt change how selfish she is internally.  And it’s at a point where she doesnt want to recognize this version of herself that is flawed.  This version that will always want more, the version that was thinking of ways to work with one of the evil characters as a way to get ahead.  Shes far from perfect, and maybe too flawed, but shes not irredeemable.  I think that she has so much potential that has been viciously derailed, and shes getting to a point where she wont want family anymore.  And her “human” parts are slowly starting to leave.  She’s reverting to murder more comfortably than she should and even though shes killed people before, shes never been one to revert to it when she has the chance.  Im surprised that the party isn’t more alarmed by this.  There were literally points at the very beginning of the campaign where she didn’t want to even physically torture a man for information.  mannnnn i just hope that this is getting recognized soon, but to be fair, no one notices anything.

[cmncisspnandmore]

Late nights; Spencer Reid x Reader.

AN: I wrote this on a whim, i thought we could all use some angst and fluff in our lives. Requests are open and so is my taglist! 

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You tried to keep your eyes open as the clock turned from 3:34 am to 3:35 am. Spencer had called you earlier promising you that he was going to be home from a case soon. You thought soon meant he was going to be home in a few hours. He had called at 7:46 pm, and now as the wee hours of the morning started creep up at you, you were struggling to stay awake. You were perched on the couch, your laptop resting on your lap as your latest newspaper article open on the screen.

You stretch back, and your elbows pop, you had finished the article a little over an hour ago and you had spent the last hour trying to edit the article, trying to keep yourself awake. You didn't usually wait up for Spence, but he had sounded pretty distraught over the case when he called.

Pushing your hair back, you place your laptop on the couch and stand up. A yawn escaping as you shuffle into the kitchen and turn on the coffee pot. The machine whirs to life and the faint sound of the water starting to heat up is music to your ears. You open the coffee machine and take out the old filter and replace it with another, and grab the coffee grounds out of the cabinet above it. You put a few scoops in the filter and shut it. You replace the coffee pot and press brew.

The alluring aroma fills the kitchen, and you busy your tired mind with finding the perfect mug to hold the magic bean juice. You settle on a mug you got Spencer for Christmas last year, he hadn’t found the joke funny but you sure did. It was a black mug that said “Don't worry my wife is a reporter, everything is documented.”

When Spencer had unwrapped the mug at Christmas time he innocently asked why anyone would be worried that you were a reporter. When you tried to explain it to him, telling him that they it meant no one should mess with him, he explained that it would be stupid of someone because he was FBI. Ultimately it had ruined the joke, but he still proudly used the mug whenever it was in the cabinet.

You grab the creamer from the fridge and walk back over to the coffee pot and pull it from the stand, you pour yourself some and replace the pot back on the warmer. You add in the cream and sugar, and stir it with a spoon. Dropping the spoon in the sink you, you take your coffee cup to the couch and decide to turn on the tv, you close your laptop making sure to save your work.

You settle on an episode of Friends, you had forced Spencer to watch friends with you when you two first got together and surprisingly the genius had loved the show. Since then it had become a common occurrence in your household to watch it curled up on the couch together. Spencer would even recite his favorite lines from the show in your ear softly.

You sipped on your coffee and after an episode your cup was empty, but you still felt sluggish. You place the cup on the coffee table that held more books than you could count and rest your head on your hand. Your legs tucked up under you and your other arm across your stomach in attempt to keep warm, as all the blankets in your house were too far away, to be bothered. Within a few moment you drift off and welcome the peaceful embrace of sleep.

It’s 4:42 when Dr. Spencer Reid walks through his apartment door, and sets his keys and bag down on the table by the door. He locks the door behind him and makes sure to slide the chain across. After the case he had, all he wants to do is curl up next to you and get some well needed rest.

Spencer walks into the kitchen where the coffee pot is still bubbling away on the countertop, the half full pot of coffee still being kept warm by the heating plate. He walks over and switches off the trusty coffee pot. He turns off the kitchen light and makes his way towards the living room where the tv is asking if you are still watching. He looks down at the couch and sees you curled up in a ball, an empty coffee cup set on the table in front of you.

You looked peaceful and Spencer doesn’t want to wake you to ask you to come to bed, so he opts to carry you instead. He leans down and gently lifts you bridal style into his arms. You stir slightly and Spencer freezes, he knows you fallen asleep waiting for him. You did it every time he was away as a particularly hard case. This time it took longer to get home, he had called you when the jet had taken off but they had to touch down and wait out a storm before they could finish the trip back to the BAU. So instead of being home at midnight, he got home at almost 5am.

Spencer makes his way to your shared bedroom and gently places you on your side of the bed and kisses your forehead gently. You softly sigh and turn over into the pillows and Spencer makes his way to the ensuite and starts the shower. He strips and steps into the hot shower, as he stands under the stream he can’t help the cascade of tears that start down his face. The case he was on hit close to home. A guys wife was murdered because she was working as lead reporter on a news story, and her entire team had been taken out. The Unsub was caught in the end, JJ and Morgan’s quick actions caught the guy going after a reporter from a different station.

The entire time Spencer was working the case his thoughts kept creeping back towards you. His wife, a newspaper reporter, someone who wrote about all the horrible events going on in the world so the general public would be aware of what’s going on. He kept thinking that at any point it could be you. Someone could go after you because you got stuck with the wrong story, with the wrong people and he could lose you.

He knew that you were a little more equipped to deal with someone attacking you. Spencer promised the day he stumbled into your office on accident and you smiled and invited him in for a cup of coffee. That nothing bad would ever happen to you. From the moment you smiled and joked about it being his lucky day, that you were looking for a stranger to buy coffee that he would keep you safe. He kept his promise, after a few dates and a few nights spent at his place. He took you to the shooting range and taught you how to shoot a gun. You and Spencer took self defense classes together and he always made sure to quiz you on how to get out of certain situations.

But even with everything that Spencer has taught you he cant help but feel like those reporters were you. He watched as the husband of the latest victim fell to his knees when they told him they found her body. He watched as he positively identified the body of his wife.

Your eyes open and you realize that you aren't in the same place you were before, there is a soft light coming from the bathroom that is off of your bedroom. Your heart leaps, Spencer must be home. You climb out of bed and softly knock on the door, “Spence?”

You push the door open slightly, and step into the steam filled bathroom. “Y/n, did i wake you up?” He asks, the glass shower door is steamed up and foggy. He uses his hand to clear some of the fog and peeks out at you, you can see through the watery glass that his eyes are bloodshot and sunken.

“No. I woke up on my own, please get out of the shower so i can hug you.” you frown and grab a fluffy white towel from the linen closet to the left of the shower. You hear the water turn off and you toss the towel over the shower door, and Spencer wraps the towel around his waist and opens the shower door.  Before the door has time to close you are wrapping your arms around Spencers wet waist and pulling him into a tight hug. Your cheek pressed firmly against his wet chest, his heart slamming against his ribs beneath your cheekbone.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask, pulling away slightly and looking up at the curly haired man.

“Not tonight. Can we just get some sleep? Maybe talk about something besides the case.” Spencer traces a long finger down your cheek and rests it under your chin.

“Mmmk, but tomorrow we are talking about why i found my husband crying in my shower at 5 am.” You poke his chest and he nods.

“Of course. Let me get changed and i’ll be in bed in a minute.” He kisses your head and water from his hair drips onto your cheeks.

“Yes Dr. Reid.” You smirk and walk back to the bedroom and climb under the navy comforter. A few moments later Spencer exits the bathroom and climbs into bed next to you. Pulling you into his side and rests his head on top of yours.

“How was babysitting Henry?” Spencer quietly asks, and you wraps your arms around him.

“Oh it was great, he’s such a smart boy. Although he did mention he wants to be a reporter like his Aunt. I asked him if he wanted to be a profiler and he said no that my job was wayyyy cooler.” You smirk.

“Oh is that so?” Spencer asks with a small laugh.

“Yup, he thinks i’m pretty cool.”

“How many scoops of ice cream did you bribe him with to get him to admit that you were cool Mrs. Reid?” Spencer closes his eyes and runs his fingers up and down your sides.

“Four..” You mutter and close your eyes, and you feel Spencer laugh beneath you.

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Taglist

Criminal minds: @morcialovechild @banananna99

#Criminal Minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x you #criminal minds x y/n #spencer #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer x reader #spencer x you #x y/n #jj #married

[mrswhozeewhatsis]

2019 Louden Swain FanFic/FanArt Project (feat. The Station Breaks)

This project is finished!!!

See the completed book online HERE.

Rob was sweet, as always, and very sad to hear we won’t be doing any more of these. He said he’s enjoyed reading them, but he understands not being able to keep churning them out. Even though we can’t do more, I’m proud of us!!

Rules for the project, as well as links to the original posts for all of the stories and art, are under the cut!

If you’re new to this project, check out previous projects:

2016 - Masterpost - Finished book

2017 - Masterpost - Finished book

2018 - Masterpost - Finished book

Let’s show Rob and the band some love by letting their songs inspire us!

I’m looking for BOTH writers and artists for this! Every project so far, we’ve had art/aesthetics/edits for every story and I’d love to do the same this year. Whether you’re drawing or making aesthetics or doing something else, WE WANT YOU. All art and stories will be put together, printed, put in a snazzy binder, and presented to the band at #SPNDC in November! (Anything related to The Station Breaks will also be included in the project given to Jason Manns.)

Here’s the schedule:

6/22/19 5:00PM EDT - I will post the rules and regs and open the projects up so you guys can start claiming songs. Only one song request at a time (though you can list a backup song or two if your first request is already taken). Once you have finished and posted your first request, then you may make a second request. (Note: Due to a mistake on my part last year, the fic for She Waits has already been written, so this song is not available this year.)

9/2/19 Midnight EDT - Deadline for writers. This gives writers 10 weeks, plus the US Labor Day holiday.

9/29/19 Midnight EDT - Deadline for artists. This give artists 4 extra weeks after the writing is done.

This schedule then gives me about three weeks to put everything together and prep for the con.

Here are the rules (below the cut):

Deadlines are final. NO LATE ENTRIES! If you find you need more time, let me know and we can try to work something out. I’m not going to make a deadline to sign up, but if you sign up the week before the end, you will only have a week to complete your part. If you want to do two, you must finish your first before you will be allowed to reserve a second song.

Artists: - You will be expected to work with writers so the art reflects the story. Whether you pick a song you like and get together with the writer, or pick a writer you like and get together on a song, it doesn’t matter to me. - If you’d like me to pair you with a writer, let me know, and I will match you up with someone. Most times, I have more writers than artists. If you are willing to work for multiple writers, I would be most grateful!!! In the past, I’ve had a pool of artists, and I tried to divvy up assignments as fairly as possible so no one artist gets all the work. - SEND ME AN ASK or an IM or whatever and let me know what you want to do. Whether you’re working with a writer on one, or willing to be part of a pool that works on multiple, just let me know! - When you’re making your art, keep in mind that it will be pasted into a Word document, printed on letter-sized paper, and put into a sheet protector in a binder. You might want to print out what you make to see how it looks on the page.  - You can post your art in your own post and tag me and #2019 Louden Swain FanFic FanArt Project or submit it to me through my blog or send it to me via carrier pigeon (please don’t send it via carrier pigeon, I have cats) or drop me a line and I’ll give you an email address to send it to. - I would love some original cover art! If you have an idea for cover art, let me know, and we can talk!

Writers: - Can be any pairing or ship, reader-insert or OC, or even no pairing, whatever floats your boat. Please no RPF. - Please no smut. Anything else is up for grabs. Or maybe just a headcanon kind of thing. - Pick a song and SEND ME AN ASK with the song you have picked to sign up. I will update this post with the songs taken. Songs will be assigned on a first come, first serve basis. - You can’t write for the same song you wrote about last year. This is to ensure variety in the stories from year to year. In honor of their album, Splitting the Seams, if you would like to rework an old story, or write a new story based on a song you have previously written for, go for it! These stories will be in a separate section of the book, and the introduction to each one will reference your previous story.  - Tag me in your fic, plus use the tag #2019 Louden Swain FanFic FanArt Project. You can also submit your fic to me through my blog, or send me a message and we can discuss the pigeon and email options. (Really prefer no pigeons.) - You must use a Keep Reading feature if your fic is posted to Tumblr and over 500 words. - Your fic can either be a story based on the song or just have it somehow highlight the song. Since Rob will get to read these, I’d rather the fics be more relevant than just a song playing on the radio in the background, but do what you can. - Your fic can also be a part of another challenge, BUT make your fic relevant to the song you choose, please! (Basically, please do more for this challenge than having a Louden Swain song playing in the background.) - If I haven’t liked or reblogged your post within a couple days, let me know I missed it! - I will give your work a basic grammar/spelling proofreading before adding it to the project. If you would like, I can beta read your story for you before you post it, too. Just let me know!

Everyone: - If you would like to include a short summary of why you like the song you picked, especially if the song has some special meaning to you, I will add that to your submission in the final project. If you look at the last three (links are at the top of this post), you can see the kind of thing I’m talking about at the top of some of the stories. Please keep these brief, though.

And now, for something completely different: If you are interested in doing something completely different than a Supernatural-related story or art/edit, talk to me about it, and I’ll figure out a way to include it. Letters to the band or stories that are not SPN-related can be printed out and presented separately, and a list of links to posted audio or video submissions can be added.

As songs are claimed, this list will be updated!

Able-Legged Heroes

Make Believe Starin’ at the Middle Paper, Plastic Head Check Grandma’s Song Yeah, Well St. Louis  When I’m Gone - @winchestergirl-13 (fic)  (art) Three Car Garage  In Like Finn Undergrad Prom 

Overachiever

Cast Off  Neurosis  Codependent Only Lyin’ Overachiever Uncle Bob Blank Card No Hero  Boy In Need

Suit And Tie

Suit And Tie Operator Gina Knows Blind A Lot To Learn  Rock Song - @waywardnerd67 (fic and art) Rockit Real Life Long Way St. Louis Walk It Off Homesick 

A Brand New Hurt

Better All I Need  Pop Tart Heart Kind Of Guy Downtown Letdown Mrs. Vance Election Day Silverspoon Holiday Ready Steady Alright  Medicated  Something To Say - @winchestergirl-13​ (fic)  (art) Wasted Afternoon

Help You (single)

Help You 

Eskimo

Like the Heart Goes  Eskimo  Carpool Lane CA Nation Cigarette Mamma’s Jam  Worlds Collide - @writingfromkitchenator (fic and art) She Waits - @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid (fic)  @alaskanartist​ (art) January Gamma Ray Be Me Wave  Past Perfect 

Sky Alive

Reunion - @impala-dreamer​ (fic and art) Lucky Cool if I Come Over  Hot Times Big One Fifteen Hey Darlin  Bandaged Hand Crooked Wheel Trigger Finger Honey Bee - @atc74 (fic and art) Angela - 

No Time Like The Present

Present Time Change The Locks Amazing  Taxi Driver Over Before It Began Leg Up  Roll Me Over Fair  This Is How - @mrswhozeewhatsis (fic)  @impala-dreamer​ (art) Night Light Juliet  Numb 

Splitting The Seams

Another Fool - @impala-dreamer​ (fic and art)  Too Far Away 

The Station Breaks

Slightest Thing Gone The Rest Free - @andromytta (fic)  @winchestergirl-13​ (art) They Ain’t You  Just Walk Away Stowaway Not Giving My Heart Away - @mandilion76 (fic and art) Old Neighborhood  Autumn Back 

Cover art by @alaskanartist​ 

Tagging past participants and possibly interesting people:  @a-winchester-fairtytale @adriellej @alangel1895 @andromytta @anotherwinchesterfangirl @archangel-with-a-shotgun @archangelsanonymous @atc74 @brothersinsync @castiels-forbidden-angel @crashdevlin @curliesallovertheplace @deansleather @dont-hate-relate-pls @ellen-reincarnated1967 @enchantedstarfleet @take-my-crookedwheel @growningupgeek @hideyourdemoneyes @i-cant-believe-its-not-satan @i-dont-understand-that-url @icecream-and-gadreel @iwantthedean @jelly-beans-and-gstrings @jpadjackles-mishamark @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @lifeonsarz @littlegreenplasticsoldier @loudenswainfangirl @manawhaat @mandilion76 @multi-fan-dom-madness @mysupernaturalfics @narrettwist @notnaturalanahi @oriona75 @padamooseandgrasshopper @pastelspn @personal-boogeyman @purgatoan @robbenedictandco @roxy-davenport @samanddeanwinchester67 @sams-little-toy @samsexualdeancurious @saritaa-chan @scorpiongirl1 @sinceriouslyamellpadalecki @smmywinchester45 @stunt-idjit-number-two @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @toastiel @tricia-16 @trollhunter94 @waywardnerd67 @wideawakeandwriting @winchestergirl-13 @writingfromkitchenator @ilostmyshoe-79 @wingedcatninja @desiraelovesdestiel @impala-dreamer

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[hjaltemod]

hey wars talk eight to us. explain why eight is so smart he could think of good plans like that?

EIGHT....OUR LITTLE MELEE CHILD.....A FOOL..A IDIOT.......THE SMARTEST CHILD WE HAVE

im too tiwed to actually think of actual hcs so imma just go thro my dialogue document for him but. this is literally. how u are first introduced to him

Ace: Eight?Eight: I'm busy punching people.Ace: Well, sounds like we're all on schedule.

i hate him?? thats his line??? along w that entire scene u get 2nd playthrough where he was purposefully getting captured to find the hostages and see if they were alive, took a beating, was Edgy with his normal lines and beat them up???? and then things blew up while they were walking away????? WILD AF

its so funny cuz hes obviously aware of good study methods

Come exam week, this place is apparently always packed with students cramming for their tests.Studying at the last minute might get them through the task in front of them, but it won't do them any good in the long run.

but then he says THIS in the RESEARCH ROOM. AS IF THEY WONT HEAR HIM

This is where the dominion carries out all its research and development. No wonder this place is so quiet.The researchers hold tours here every once in a while, but I don't care about weapons. Sure, they shield you from the pain of hurting others, but they also numb your heart.

eight, in front of researchers: i dont care about yall

then he has lines about wanting to get out asap to the (battle) field, while also making sure you review the mission first because its IMPORTANT to be informed. and he knows that not everyone in the dominion are as supportive of them as mother is, cue the “We'd better watch our own backs because there's no guarantee anyone else will” line which GETS ME SO SAD CUZ THATS LITERALLY WHAT HAPPENS LMFAOOOO please i hate this

also this line🥺🥺🥺

We're incredibly adaptive creatures. Given enough time, we can adjust to anything — academics, relationships, and even war.

he’s proud of their strength, and Know they alrdy beat up a lcie (even if he later has to realize that they have no chance against the primus lcie, and hes not comfy in enemy territory RIGHTFULLY SO, but at the cabin its also eight who has the game mechanic role of saving & moving on etc WHICH SHOWS THAT OUR BOY IS VERY RESPONSIBLE (further showed in the cutscene where hes cleaning the blackboard) AND HAVE A GREAT EYE FOR IT.

theres also at least two times in cutscenes where he stops people from saying things they might regret (the scene in militesi where he stops machina, and i forgot the second, but i think its one where they talk with kurasame?), so while eight is...not very sugarcoating his words either, he also has some sense of what to say in front of who.

ALSO EIGHT IS SMART. HOENSTLY. SPEAKING OF THE QUEEN? WHEN SHE DIED?

Call it a hunch, but I don't think it's any coincidence that Concordia changed its approach to foreign policy immediately after the queen's death.Think about it: if the new King of Concordia were really trying to follow the will of the late queen, would he really make such drastic changes to the kingdom's foreign policy?

i!!!! think eight is distrusting of ppl in charge a lot, aside from mother, and the concordian king doing all this he’s right with questioning it, and its cool that thats his line after it?? like he rly out here about to call out conspiracy

dude he’s so bitter too

I think we have a lot to learn from our experiences in Milites—like that when the top makes a bad call, everyone beneath them is forced to suffer for it.

i cant wiht him

but eight is so good with empathy too......he realizes that machina has reasons to be upset, and he tells him to check with medical if he cant talk with them while reminding him that he Can’t skip out on missions like that (while also saying that he must have good reasons to skip out)

According to everything I've read, the queen that we allegedly assassinated was a pacifist who preferred to resolve conflict with words, not weapons.But as soon as the ruling regime changed, so did their approach to diplomacy. It just goes to show how much influence a single person can have on the destiny of a nation.

OUR READING BOY🥺🥺🥺

he’s not impulsive, he thinks before he does things (they said that again in opera omnia!!!!!!!), he laughs when nine trips while running into the classroom, he’s smart and calculating and knows how to get ppl to do what he wants (fooling kefka), is calm in almost any situation and thinks with a clear head, is very dedicated to mother & will do his best for her sake, and is responsible and can make up plans on the go, but also questions missions they receive and can probably plan their missions before, and he is SO SO GOOD 

#sentofight #final fantasy type0 spoilers// #faty u & i have EXCELLENT taste for loving eight #THIS IS A MESS BUT WE LIVE LIKE THIS

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After I have gone to cyber and brought meaning he send is guy-men to act like ambushing me to lead me to chain store to buy a pen knife which also the previous day out of petty theft again organized by them. They monitor the cash I got at the local scrap metal dealership and want me to spend it all on either buying a new line to open a new gmail a/c to comment with on youtube coz they have caused a terror on me on the same people who want to hack my accounts using that email which has a mobile no. After I have gone to the same cyber and have less kinda they want me to cook food at home to attract the very very lazy gays who wants ya food by force. This the last step am going to google all the nations of the world but in 1 week send the email describing how to find me on all the FB and tumblr a/c I have opened. At-least 2-3 airline in that nation, if they cant agree then nothing is more Christian than to arm myself or get the fuck off this world and swear, I will leave my new email 4 them to hack/delete as well as youtube coz after all they got the truth as the email and my wordings in their mail. In mrmonde tumblr I got like 30 nations I had alerted of the same on youtube as well as on youtube just change the nation name and the writing on youtube is (country name) Tv channel and see the trut.

Get how busy signal gets into that mix, thats precisely how mrkebi is washing a way the Egyptian pride and the same way Russian men will be killed and 2goinvoice is a blessing in disguise to the character of those who got Nigerian blood and somehow thwart them or avoid bad kids altogether or annihilated them in their silly acts, the bible says dont forgive them in war period. Women with Barnabas during crucifixion of yesus with the two thieves.

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On the FB, Gmail, yahoo, interface you can write any name as surname or first name, it will not refuse but accept on the email column you can guess any email even random words like rfhfxdt56@gmail/yahoo.com and still it will accept without even opening the email a/c first, stop many words dude and make it a try fellows

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My tumblr name is mcsleepynelson or ebarhurtnelson and you can follow all my friends and see all the pictures am seeing when you write a name like mrmonde on search tumblr bar after on the small box u have clicked untitled for any one, then you click the person tab to bring you all my friends dude.

How the two bus/lorry battery is connected on the link below the the + & - cathog you connect to the 250 volt side of the welding machine, check it out dude, 2 24 volts battery gives you 48 if connected when put in a welding machine gives you about that even a kettle, fridge or heater still uses.

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And at the same time have another set to charge with the 100 volts given which you will replace once the 2 battery powering the welding machine falls in voltage as per you time which am advised by David amolo of ku & kb of Holland with his close white associates.

They dont eat as they want to save money and build the city like they have demolished downtown in ksm to the point of kids stealing things openly and wanting peoples food like near hotels wanting to put up a fight dude. Copper and brass wire i have collected 4 more than 2 months to them is a 1 day thing and as well wants to put up a fight, want free things and thinks life is easy, Aint that easy bro!! Have put an alt there, let them also try and pick them in one week to form 2 kg- they cant dude- worker and vineyard parable to cement the truth and a nation is in the brick of a fall its in that state. Brass plate like the bike tube nozzles. Tumblr/fb has now no phone number to sign the account and now dude what do you want with me as with struggling/cutting me with machete as snatching away my phone and try the email like [email protected], [email protected] on tumblr bar sign in if its taken, its not rocket science bro but simple. I have as well provided the pasward like 4 the yahoo above is ombuorading316 on my tumblr posts like upholsterynelson, underwoodnelson or my pals tumblr mrmonde- check it dude stop many words bro.

The engine got serial no sn, let the japan, uk, Germany come identify their cars if they are like crying person on the headlamp or black at the selling point- period they are not dude. To stop the mess bro.

Remove phone number as when you phone not in use during arrest or at night the phone company can renew your line to another line to reset your email to get into all your loggings using that email.

Read dude my tumblr posts at mcsleepynelson and ebarhurtnelson as well as mcbethnelson. A friend in USA and China has told me they are not making but selling my AE with other associates idea but the kikuyou are still playing dice with it. Come out and make it and present it if it is yours any tribe dude. How long is it guys of being in the cold, stop playing Baal bro, come out and showcase it dude period boy… Artificial liquor is water as sacrifice but you hurl urine or salive from near high into it, then boom the liquor you want like with Keroche breweries in KENYA.

I was just giving you an advice of where to sell your scrap car with super-normal profit not that i wanted to share your cash. Eat it alone dude, dont call 4 me piki piki drivers to lynch me liaising with the police. Dont need your pay, if its 1000 kg sell to the factory and make twice if you sold it to the local dealer. Broccoli is tasteless, both and click the link below 4 broccoli pictures as french beans Fb- fat booty

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You defecate on your hand many people in the dark with the offering like groundnuts or chestnuts or coconuts, mango/avocado seeds, stones, leaves, logs, melons, onions, oranges in a partially deep pool or trench, inclination then you hurl the mafi unto the offering then boom machines like Ferrari/Lamborghini, planes, jet, tanker, guns and ammunition forms and many more dude. The the said machine is lifted using folk lifts bro, it makes even hospital equipment and kitchen ware as fridge, cookers, blender, stud, condom, soccer/basket ball, shoes or cloths, anything you ask the devil of bro.

Countries with Barclays, stanchart, chase bank branches, click the link below dude and find out the profitabilty per country

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They also make money via the betting firms and selling of soccer cloth-lines and their TV like Dstv bro and find how many subscribers to it, its not expensive to the company once installed in that nation so they earn super-normal profits in huge populated nations bro. In the coin section the you close for like 5-10 seconds bro. I dont wanna go to the USA as Resident but maybe as a tourist later dude get my words bro, a country of lazy Negros who hide in the umbrella of a seduced woman by a rich-man to benefit bro unless reshuffling is done. The ice water protects the water from the seas from falling off the earths surface to reduce the land under sea/ocean. Infact dude after completion of making a hole on the earth crust you can put a camera on the end of the wire to lower it to capture the said illicit Rusians b4 they blow it out coz robs them their dignity and fellows when is at night in mars you will see many lights of the city as if you are up on a tall building or plane watching the city from above here on earth. Wacha ujinga Russians stop utter/dire stupidity.

Petty theft to now build nairobi to the point of killings orchestrated by Mr orezo-UK.

nelsonunderwood or upholsterynelson or vice versa check guys. Nairobi and many cities of Africa or SEA south East Asia are built as well using the money paypal send to your bank or M-pesa one week after you open it. They recruit young men who again after withdrawing that cash send to one recruited collector per group of people then send it to one number to build cities like Nairobi. With M-pesa line they own the company or the bank they will provide you with as long as you remit your weekly/daily target and its a oath and other tribes like luo, youruba, kisii followed suit as well as coasterians or masai and many more. PayPal should be noted not to send people money period.

Gadgets like missiles, some jets and other machines are made from a lofty high but from a gorge, inclination, dug big pool which is deep by sprinkling of saliva, sperms or sewerage water dude.

How to remove phone no or email address from your a/c as well you can write a yahoo a/c when signing up a Gmail a/c, Gmail cant send a notification to yahoo no-matter-what but when you write it, yahoo mail it takes so in recovery you are left only with password or phone no as recovery which you can remove and go to change password option then on another bar like word write your own thing by just pressing letter/numbers randomly which cant be read then you cut then copy paste on new password twice, if you sign out then turn off the computer when you turn it on, you or another fellow cant log into it again- its permanently dis-enabled dude. Click the links below fellows for full information

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Russians are Fulani and most Fulani got kamba blood from mar so most Russians are kamba so they talk like not joking to separate themselves from kamba people. Nebuchadnezzar was Guyana blood, vineyard and worker parable to cement the truth and not enough he was dutch blooded- Netherlands, bro and Argentinian who saw the beauty of Ondingame as babylOnding and migrated to settle there and in Lazarus parable he was the rich-man dude. Get this straight fellows, dont be fooled guys. Most dutch women are guyanians, be warned people who hate progress of others but hidden as Daniel in the den of lion to remind you guys but on the outside like nebu used to visit Daniel they are good to peoples eye.

Another thing we people put mucus/period and shit on food and use the motor bike rider to like ambush you, only they cool down after you have eaten it, makes you wild dude but with them in Rusia got good food bro. As well as steeling all your staff and they claim you are good with their kids. Its sickening dude. As well as every mans eye is on your manhood, feel like you wanna strangle yourself, dont sleep the whole-night. The woman if they see you you are good looking they want to recruit you into being a thug of going to a foreign land and rob is when their hearts are settled.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UaX15zFXCRc Betting of any nation is played by any one from any nation, pals is opened provided you are in that Nation, like am from ug and playing the sa one while my friend from Italy and playing the East Africa Sportpesa with over 100 dollars daily while Kenyans most play it with less than 2 dime a day.

Do you want to accept that you cant log into a tumblr interface if you wrote an email or password you have just written randomly that dont follow a sequence or just wanna follow, get a man was born once and will die once, once i told you i dont like this & this and you force me with this and that it piss me off, me i wanna be alone guys.  Or do you just want to see me spending money. They still get money off the 2goinvoice yet they still follow/monitor you in want of your food, it would have been prudent if they were off you with the invoice money which you can google. Russia as well tell them to steal other peoples stuff, he dont know business, well agreed, but when drunk or sober? We got two people there if he is drunk gives bad balance so loses cash and in drinks.