#is this slight self-projection??? we don’t need to talk about that

[elf-osamu]

“AZUL, JADE AND FLOYD WITH A S/O WHO IS SCARED OF THE SEA”

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hurt/comfort ig, romantic, azul ashengrotto, jade leech, floyd leech (separately) x gn!reader

warning(s) : slight book 3 spoilers in azul’s (only in the first paragraph) !!!!, the reader has an anxiety attack but in floyd’s it’s not described with many details, perhaps a bit ooc but honestly i’m not really sure abt it, not proofread

word count : 1411 words

plot : “you’re scared of the sea, but you haven’t said anything about it to your boyfriend because you don’t want him to take it personally. how does he discover it? how does he support and reassure you?”

a/n : very self-indulgent prompt because i get very scared when i see/think about the marine depths for various reasons, so here you go :) <3. i just wanna remind y’all that everyone’s experience can be different, this is mostly inspired by mine !!

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

[ ☆ ] he has come to terms with his past self, but his insecurities still linger to his mind from time to time — he only brings up some aspects of his previous way of living, usually things that have to do with business.

[ ☆ ] so i’d say he wouldn’t talk about it as much as the other two do !

[ ☆ ] still, since he’s the housewarden of octavinelle, everything is very much sea-related in his dorm.

[ ☆ ] rooms, hallways, the mostro lounge… everything.

[ ☆ ] and, since you’re azul’s partner, he trusts you with some of his projects. certain people are fascinated by marine depths, so he would probably host events or re-arrange the mostro lounge with decorations inspired by those.

[ ☆ ] although he could be quite busy because of his schedule and complicated matters, azul is an extremely observant person, no detail escapes him.

[ ☆ ] he would notice quite rapidly if something bothers you, unless you hide it pretty well. but, even in that case, something would give it away, from a worried expression to slight trembling to just not communicate much when he or someone is talking about said topic.

[ ☆ ] azul is probably suggesting a new idea for octavinelle’s restaurant, about the darkest places you could find in the ocean — he’s thinking about changing the walls decor with posters of mysterious creatures and frightening images — when you just start to space out, blocking outside’s noises and his voice.

[ ☆ ] you’re not particularly aware of this action of yours, you don’t mean to ignore him, but the fear has set in and you can’t focus on something except depths and depths of dark water.

[ ☆ ] azul would immediately notice how your body is stiff and your mind seems to be elsewhere; he would waste no time in taking you to a quiet place.

[ ☆ ] when you feel better and explain why it happened, he’s

[ ☆ ] he’s very mindful about this topic with you around! after all, he remembers all the secrets, weaknesses and strenghts of his clients, so it’s not a problem for him to keep your needs in mind, it’s quite the opposite.

[ ☆ ] he would stop holding events with things related to your fear, or he would warn you beforehand.

[ ☆ ] he isn’t fond of swimming, but he would make sure to be by your side if you want to see ocean documentaries or read about sea depths.

JADE LEECH

[ ☆ ] he loves to learn about the customs people follow on land or about nature, especially mushrooms, as we are aware of. so, since your world has piqued his interest, he doesn’t bring up his life in the deep waters on a daily basis.

[ ☆ ] however, with jade the problem rises when he makes comparisons between twisted wonderland’s customs and the ones in the dark depths of the sea.

[ ☆ ] he can be extremely accurate when it comes to describing his experiences and the creatures he met when he was younger, making you shiver in fear when he explains the darkness of some places.

[ ☆ ] at first he is too immersed in his story-telling to see your reaction.

[ ☆ ] but after you two enter a new stage of your relationship, being used to floyd’s frequent mood changes (he’s very perceptive after all), it doesn’t go unnoticed when you hold your breath, shake your head or close your eyes to not think about those scenarios.

[ ☆ ] he would ask you if there’s something wrong and, since you deny it, he doesn’t say anything else on the matter.

[ ☆ ] however, he’ll observe you more than usual and wonder what you’re hiding from him.

[ ☆ ] it doesn’t take him long before he grasps the reality of the situation — he prefers not to say anything though, because he wants you to feel comfortable enough to share it with him.

[ ☆ ] he proceeds to talk about how his life was before he was chosen to be a student of NRC less and less in detail, and he notices the way you see, more relaxed.

[ ☆ ] until one day, you’re in your biology class with jade and the professor chooses to talk about marine life, showing pictures and accurate descriptions of certain places.

[ ☆ ] upon noticing your discomfort, he’ll excuse you and himself, taking you outside the classroom because “[name] needs to go to the infirmary and it’s necessary to accompany them there”.

[ ☆ ] once you tell jade about your fear and the reason you hid it, he listens very attentively and gets it.

[ ☆ ] “dear, you have nothing to worry about; in the sea there are many creatures that are terrified of what could possibly be waiting for them on land, so i don’t find it hard to understand where you’re coming from”, he smiles fondly. “next time, would you mind telling me about something that bothers you straight away? so i could better prevent anything which may trigger you?”

[ ☆ ] he’s very gentle about it!! he’ll ask you what exactly he has to avoid and if he can do anything to better support you.

[ ☆ ] if, after a while, you want to “test” yourself and try to swim in the sea/watch something related to sea life, he’ll be there for you! <3.

FLOYD LEECH

[ ☆ ] among the octavinelle trio, he would be the most blunt about it.

[ ☆ ] no waiting, no schemes, he would go directly to you and ask if something is wrong.

[ ☆ ] how would he notice it?

[ ☆ ] well, when floyd is interested in someone or something, he’s very loud and open about it; with you being his significant other, he spends a big amount of time with you.

[ ☆ ] he easily catches up on some of your habits and little facts about yourself just by watching what you do, he’s very attentive when he’s motivated to do so.

[ ☆ ] he adores to swim when he’s in the mood to do so. it can be both relaxing and exciting: it’s something that often vitalizes him, making him think more clearly and calm him down when he’s upset.

[ ☆ ] if you refuse to go in the sea with him, he would slightly complain the first times, as he usually does when he doesn’t obtain what he wants.

[ ☆ ] it’s only a bit of whining though, floyd would never force you into doing something you’d rather not.

[ ☆ ] when people around him and he’s bored, he passionately tells scary stories about his childhood and the creatures he has met during that time; he mostly entertains himself by exaggerating and adding unnecessary details, but he’s always satisfied with himself when he manages to scare someone.

[ ☆ ] but if that someone is you? things are a bit different.

[ ☆ ] he becomes aware of your fear almost immediately after noticing how you’re quiet when he’s in the middle of explaining how a huge monster tried to attack him once and he couldn’t see anything since it was quite dark there; you haven’t said anything in a while and you look bothered but also… truly frightened.

[ ☆ ] floyd has demonstrated multiple times how he’s quick-witted; thinking about all the times he was storytelling or just suggested to go in the dark marine depths, he has no doubts about it.

[ ☆ ] “[name]”, he says in a slurred tone, his eyes are looking for yours. “you’re scared of the sea, aren’t you?”.

[ ☆ ] when you admit your fear, explaining why you thought it was better to keep it a secret, he frowns. then he proceeds to gently hold your jaw in one hand and place the other on your shoulder.

[ ☆ ] “i don’t judge [name]. has someone done it? who are they? should i squeeze them?”.

[ ☆ ] he’s really caring when it comes to people who are close to him! so you can feel totally safe with him on your side.

[ ☆ ] if you ever wanna try to do something related to your fear, he’d be 100% excited and supportive about it.

[ do not copy, translate, repost, etc. | by @ elf-osamu ]

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[artsybelle1015]

Azul x Chubby!Confident!Reader

His friend tilted his head, smiling though in amusement. He had expressed to Jade about these thoughts, which was a mistake now he realized. This irritated Azul, it would be a foolish idea to bring you in…

Warnings(!!!): body insecurities, talk about bullying, self esteem issues, other than that it’s all good! SPOILERS FOR BOOK 3!!!

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He hated you deeply.

It wasn’t fair, how come you were liked? He was your weight in his childhood, yet was ridiculed all his life for that.

How could you not hate your chest, stomach, arms, and legs? It made no sense to him.

You were a pulled apart puzzle, needing to be pieced together, or at least that’s how he felt about you in his mind. Most of his thoughts whenever he saw you in the halls or at Mostro Lounge was how were you able to be so happy, how were you not bullied, what made you so special that he lacked.

“Ugh, you’re still thinking of Shrimpy?” Floyd whined, laying himself across the couch in Azul’s VIP room, giving a dramatic body language to accentuate his boredom. “Why don’t you just ask, you were probs just unlucky.”

Azul glared up at his supposed friend and subordinate. He was trying to get paperwork done, but a part of him was distracted heavily, and Floyd clearly caught onto it.

In his mind, he kept wondering about you, whether he wanted to or not. You were just an impulsive thought to him.

With a sigh, Azul finally spoke, “Floyd, I would appreciate if you headed out the door.”

Floyd laid on his stomach, kicking his legs and smiling. “Are you in love with shrimpy?”

A jolt happened with Azul, eyes wide and face red. That was not expected, he was not prepared for such a thing. No, he did not love you, what a putrid thought. He was simply curious about your mentality…

“Oyyy~ am I correct~?” Floyd cackled.

“You are in fact incorrect,” Azul scoffed, face still on fire, “and I think this is your cue to leave.”

The normally stubborn and moody Floyd stood up and headed to the door with a smile, simply leaving. Azul knew he was about to cause mayhem.

___

He was absolutely correct, Floyd informed Jade of the misunderstanding. Now Jade was giving Azul a look, a creepy smile forming and slowing a slight glimpse of his sharpened teeth.

This made Azul continually redden throughout the day and get sloppy with his business man persona.

It’s ridiculous, Azul thought. I don’t not like the Prefect.

Although he swore to himself and the twins that was the case, but his actions spoke in a different way.

Ever since Floyd asked that really dumb and specific question, Azul couldn’t help but notice you even more. The way you walked, how you smiled, how you looked sleepy, how you were with your first year friends and Grim. It was all becoming enchanting. You were so interesting.

It became less about your body and more about you. He just loved every part of you from top to bottom.

There was no hatred in your heart, it was him projecting his insecurities onto you in his mind.

“Just tell them that,” Jade cooed.

Azul pushing up his glasses, having a pink tinted face. “I will not.”

His friend tilted his head, smiling though in amusement. He had expressed to Jade about these thoughts, which was a mistake now he realized. This irritated Azul, it would be a foolish idea to bring you in…

“Yo, boss, shrimpy’s here~” Floyd called out, opening the door without consent.

And there appeared you, standing there confused and having your arm in a death grip by Floyd. Azul jumped and became more red seeing you.

Jade chuckled, “My, Azul, we were just talking about the Prefect now, weren’t we?”

Angry eyes flicked to Jade, he had pieced together they were setting him up now. He decided to take charge and speak up, keeping his eyes off you of course, but his voice stuttered despite that, “W-well Prefect… you are f..free to leave if you… you so like.” The businessman persona was completely gone.

“But Floyd told me you needed talk to me,” you inquired, a little puzzled look from his behavior. Floyd finally letting you go so you could walk over to him.

Floyd snickered and motion for Jade to head out with him.

And so they did, leaving only you and Azul, who had a pure red face.

“What’s up?” you decided to ask, weary of the shady business man, but decided to take a seat across the couch from him.

Taking a deep breath, Azul finally looked at you. He looked so vulnerable and like his teenage age, he was in love. Love was something he kept distance, mainly preserving for his family. There was no preparation for the outcome he could fall in love with another like him too.

He had expected if he were to have a lover they would also be as hard-working and able to adapt to other people, but you didn’t try to change yourself for others. In fact, no one minded you, you were loved. He was both jealous and happy about that. You deserved it after all. This was more attractive to him than he originally thought.

“Why don’t we make a deal?” he muttered.

You scoffed, “Is that why I’m here?”

“No… no, I promise I won’t… try to hurt you… I just…” he was stammering on, trying to think of the words to say, “I’m not sure how to use my feelings…”

The originally annoyed Prefect gave a soft look, you were amazed hearing Azul out of all people say that. It was sweet.

“Well… I’m interested in you, and I know we haven’t talked as much,” he exclaimed, finally cooling down and feeling a bit more prideful. “Would you like to spend time with me sometime soon? Just the two of us? No business deals or contracts… if you desire.” He gulped, antsy about your answer that his leg began to bounce.

You chuckled, thinking on it a bit, then looking to him with a blush across your face. “Sure! Thank you.”

He made a stupid smile at that and pushed up his glasses. “How about we exchange phone numbers.”

The two of you exchanged numbers, and you headed off, Azul’s heart was racing so fast. How could you be so perfect? Although he was quite upset with Jade and Floyd, they had helped him.

Who knew he could fall in love with someone who reminded him of his deepest insecurities?

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Author’s Note: I hope this is okay I didn’t really want to make a super long post because I’m a bit tired going back to school and it not being a weekend. My friend requested for me to do this so shout out to them!

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[janicho88]

When It All Falls Apart-Chapter 1

Pairing- Jensen x Reader

Word count- 1,069

Warnings-Not much for this chapter. Pregnancy talk (Will last a good chunk of the story) But it's not the reader. If I missed something let me know!

A/N- Birthday Post 1. Apparently, I can't write short stories. Not that I've been writing much lately. This was a one shot, then three part, and here we are with another series. Thank you to @writercole and @leigh70 for your help with this. You two are amazing!!

Summary-Y/N Padalecki loved acting on Supernatural.  Working alongside your older brother and your boyfriend, but after ten seasons the guys have chosen to hang up the guns.  Now the three of you are moving on to other projects, but that’s all that needs to change right?  While you have moved to Austin to be closer to your family and boyfriend, Jensen is working elsewhere.  Distance is only the start of your troubles.

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“Aunt Y/N, Aunt Y/N!” Tom calls for your attention.

“Yes!  I’m watching, I really am,” you tell the young boy as you set your phone down on the table next to you.

“No you weren’t.  You were watching your phone,” your nephew argues back.

“I’m sorry buddy, but you really do have my full attention now.”

With a dramatic huff, the young boy gets himself ready to run through his self-made obstacle course in the backyard.  Your brother Jared and his wife, Gen are in the house talking with your parents and Gen’s while you volunteered to keep Tom busy out here.  The little man is right, you have been staring at your phone, hoping for a message, call, anything to come through.  Giving up on it, you focus on Tom running over to the slide.

“How’s things out here?” a cheery voice questions, as its owner sits down beside you.

“Good, Tom is just about to finish up his obstacle run.  I think he is anyway.  How did it go in the house?” you ask your sister-in-law.

“Great, they are all so excited.”

“Did you have any doubts?”

“Not really.”

“When are you telling Tom?”

“Just before we tell everyone else, so another month or so.  Just in case he spills the beans.”  

“He does take after my brother in the talk first, think later aspect.”

She laughs, “I don’t know how I’m going to handle three of them.”

“Wait, you’re having twins?  You didn’t tell me that!”

“What? No.  Jared, Tom and this baby will make three.”

“Ah, I got you now.  You are going to have your hands full.”

“Definitely.  Are you sure you want to move back out soon?  I’m going to miss having you around.  I’ll split custody of you with Jensen.”

When your boyfriend went out of town for work five months ago and wasn’t able to come home much, or at all, you started sleeping over at your brother's.  That turned into you just temporarily moving into the guest bedroom because you didn’t like staying alone in his empty house.  First, he was gone to film a movie in Chicago for three and a half months, and off to Toronto days after finishing that to start filming The Boys.  You have been working on a Netflix series filming just outside of Austin, then are going to join Walker, when it begins filming in August.  At least Jensen is supposed to be home just before that.  Just under two months to go, you think. 

You try to hide it, but she still catches the slight fall of your face at her comment, but before Gen can say anything, or you can respond, Tom is calling for you. 

“Aunt Y/N, did you see that?”

“I did!  Amazing job Tom, you are getting so fast.”  

“That’s ‘cause I’m four now.  Soon I’m going to start getting as tall as daddy.”

“Yes, you are.”

He goes back to play, and Sadie, Jared’s German Shepherd, chases after.  Gen is sitting there watching you.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, just peachy.”

“Are you sure?  You’ve spent a lot of time staring at your phone lately.  I’ve noticed you seem to be a bit down.”

“Hey Y/N,” your brother calls out, “mom and dad are getting ready to hit the road.”

Saved from answering her question you jump up.  “I need to go see my parents off.”

“Tom, Grandma and Grandpa Padalecki are heading back to San Antonio.  Let’s go say goodbye,” your sister-in-law calls to her son. 

You make your way inside before she can continue her questioning.  No, things aren’t really great, but you don’t want to talk about it right now.  Putting a smile on your face you walk inside to face your parents.  Goodbyes are said, hugs are exchanged and before long you are standing in the driveway next to Jared waving as their car pulls out. 

“Mom and dad can’t wait to spoil another grandbaby,” you say as the two of you walk back inside.

“No they can’t.  As happy as they have been for Jeff and I, just wait until you and Jensen have your first kid.  You’re mom’s baby girl, she is going to go nuts.”

“Yeah, hard to say if that’s in the cards,” you mumble, but Jared still caught it.

“Jensen loves kids, I thought he couldn’t wait to have a few?”

“Yeah, I just don’t know if it will be with me.”

Jared stops and stares after you walking ahead of him through the living room, “What??  Did something happen between you two?  Do I need to go up to Toronto and kick his ass?”

“Nothing has happened, just drop it,” you call back over your shoulder as you hit the stairs and head for your room.

Gen is standing in the kitchen doorway and looks over at her husband, “what’s going on?”

“I’m not really sure.  But I’m going to make a call and find out.”

“Ah, no you aren’t.  We don’t know what has her so off.  If something is going on with the two of them, if she’s just stressed and tired, or maybe it really is nothing.  You aren’t going to call and worry Jensen if it’s nothing.”

“She’s my little sister.”

“Who would kick your ass if you made that call.  I’ll see if she’ll talk to me tomorrow.  I’ve noticed she’s been off for a few days, I was trying to give her space.”

“I could find out right now.”

“I know it’s hard, but turn off big brother mode for now.  Don’t make me hide your phone, Mister.”

“Fine, I’ll let you talk to her first.”

“Good boy, now go find your son for his bath please, while I check on my parents outside.”

 Gen leans up and gives Jared a kiss before she walks away.

Up in the guest room you are curled up on the bed trying not to over think what your brother had just said.  You can’t help the tears that begin to fall.  You’ve been with Jensen for four years now, it would be a lie if you said you hadn’t thought about having a family with him before.  He has been your rock, safe place and well, everything for so long.  You just weren’t expecting things to go the way they had.  That steady rock you leaned on had become a landslide. 

Thank you for reading!!

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[hoshibait]

i'd love to hear those drake headcanons of yours :^)!

alright anon i warned you

quick warning for obsessive love and idk bro toxic angst i guess

also another warning i’m projecting a lot, specifically onto drew.

i’m a strong believer of drew being one of those gay people that just really represses their sexuality to the point of just not realizing for a while. he eventually figures out his gender but he doesn’t really talk about it much and cringes when he thinks about it too much. he’s a transfem agender, no big deal.

i know a lot of people hc drew as hispanic and that makes me very happy. you wanna know why i made him peruvian though, i’ll tell you why, i’m projecting, suck it nerd.

drew began being friends with jake during freshman year, in my head i feel like part of it was out of pity, drew didn’t think too much of jake at the time, just a new cool guy to hang out with.

idk how canon this is but in my interpretation the two of them the two of them got close to the point of being best friends, the two of them just jived together so well, he felt so understood, jake was an amazing guy, he was so fun to hang out with. it felt like things were perfect. however we know it wasn’t always great for the opposite party.

i’m a firm believer of neurodivergent jake, i don’t know what he has exactly but he’s def peculiar LMAO.

because of this, he’s always struggled socially and generally just being able to be his true self, of course he has a passion for singing and music and i wouldn’t be surprised if his neurodivergence impacted that at all.

think about it though, you’ve been bullied and outcasted your whole life, and all of the sudden a group of cool dudes want to take you in just because you seem cool to them?

jake finally felt a sense of belonging, right?

except those people were also judgmental to an extent, they put other people down, they put down your passion indirectly. you don’t want to lose them, because they seem to care for you, so you hide and lie, you mask.

i wouldn’t put it past jake to have some identity issues with how much he lies even to himself. ngl the more i write this the more i realize i said all the important things in my little chart. oh yeah my drew bpd hc this is def just me projecting btw, also i called it developing/undiagnosed in the chart since it's very rare for people his age to get diagnosed with it, plus he def goes around untreated. i guess the best way i can describe the two of them in my hc is this weird complicated love-hate thing. they're definitely not healthy, not at this rate, but it's like there's this slight chance, this sliver of hope that maybe things can work. i don't think that would happen though. i still need to think of how jake would even turn down drew, but i just know he'd be, more torn, lmao. you guys think a little bit of tyler the creator could've saved drew //slap

#💌 #the music freaks #hyperfixation #jake sterling #tmf jake #tmf drew #tmf drake #again do you guys realize how funny this ship name is

[thatfanficstuff]

Not About You - 28

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x ofc

warnings: torture, dead people, katherine

a/n: so it’s been a minute. sorry. not edited but I wanted to get it posted. future parts should be coming faster. 

After a long beat of silence, Caroline frowned. “What? It was just a joke.”

“No, it was an idea,” Stefan said.

“A great idea,” Damon added.

Lucy rolled her eyes. Normally she’d try to talk them out of it, but to be honest, Mason deserved it. “Have fun I guess,” she said grabbing Caroline’s hand. “’We’re going to get some lunch. I’m starving.”

She didn’t wait for a response as she dragged her blonde bestie to her car. Caroline kept her eyes on Lucy but didn’t say anything until they were pulling out of the drive. “You’re seriously okay with this?”

Lucy shrugged. “He almost got our boys killed. He got me shot. Yeah, I’m good with it.”

Caroline studied her for a moment longer before nodding in agreement and turning to look out the window.

They were nearly through with their quick lunch when Lucy’s phone rang. Stefan. “What’s up?” she answered.

“Bonnie and I are meeting at the well on the Lockwood property. We think that’s where Mason stashed the stone,” he said.

“We’re trusting witchy again, why?”

He sighed. “Not now, Lucy. I need you to come home to make sure Damon doesn’t get carried away.”

Lucy rolled her eyes and hung up the phone. Why Stefan thought she was the person for this job, she had no idea.

“I’m going to meet Stefan and Bonnie,” Caroline said as soon as they stepped outside and she was gone before Lucy could even respond.

Annoyance flared through her. They were supposed to stay together for safety but whatever. Lucy had been in a mood most of the day. She didn’t like being out of the loop. And she hated having to get up to help Caroline with her pet projects. The blonde better be glad Lucy loved her so much.

With a sigh, Lucy started her car and drove home. Screaming greeted her when she walked in the door. Entering the living room, she saw Mason Lockwood chained to a chair while Damon shoved something in his face. From the looks of it, it was wolfsbane. Jeremy Gilbert stood nearby watching everything. She shook her head in slight disbelief.

“Damon, what are you doing?”

He looked up in surprise. “Hi Sweetheart. I’m just trying to get some information out of wolfie here. I need to know what Katherine is up to.”

She snorted. “Probably hiding from my uncle. You can’t just torture people, Damon. It’s rude.”

Jeremy huffed a laugh and she gestured in his direction. “And what is baby Gilbert doing here?”

The teenager scowled. “Don’t call me that.”

Damon’s gaze narrowed in annoyance. “He keeps putting himself in the middle of things. Thinks its his business. It isn’t.”

“Aren’t you a vampire?” she asked. Just compel the idiot kid to leave them alone.

The corner of his lip curled in amusement. “Vervain.” Damn it. That meant they couldn’t eat him either. Not that the thought had even crossed Lucy’s mind.

Her gaze flicked from her boyfriend to Jeremy. “Go home, little Gilbert. This isn’t for you.”

When he hesitated, she scowled. “Now or I’ll call your sister and you’ll have to deal with her being glued to your ass.”

He rolled his eyes and put up his hands. “Fine. Geez.”

Her eyes trailed him until he was gone.

“Great. Could you let me go now?” Mason said, breaking the quiet.

Damon backhanded him, making the chair rock. “What is Katherine up to? Why is she in town?”

“She’s here for me, okay?” the werewolf yelled. “She came with me. She loves me.”

“Well, that’s a lie. She’s been lurking around town and interfering long before your brother died. Sorry, Mason, but it seems as per usual, the bitch lied,” Lucy said.

The wolf scowled. “Don’t call her that.”

Lucy shrugged. “Okay, what would you prefer? Heifer, cunt, harpy, hussy, slag, cum-dumpster, jealous pathetic self-centered troll? I’m sure I can keep going if you need more options.”

Mason sneered but wisely kept his mouth shut.

“Where’s she staying? That’s all I want to know. Then I can ask her these questions.” Damon was doing his best to sound reasonable. He wasn’t fooling anyone.

Mason shook his head. “Look man, I’m not telling you anything. I love her.”

Damon patted his shoulder and leaned down to talk to him. “I know you do. I’ve been there. But see, the thing about Katherine is she can’t love anyone. She’s going to end up ripping your heart out. Maybe, I’ll do it for her.”

A moment later, he held the wolf’s heart in his hand. Lucy blinked at him. “Was that really necessary?”

“No.” He shrugged. “But it will piss Katherine off.”

Damon had just finished rolling the werewolf’s body up in the tarp when Stefan appeared moonstone in hand. He was followed by Caroline, Lexi, Bree and Lee, Lexi’s boyfriend.

Lucy was immediately tackled onto the couch by Lexi. “Lucy!”

“Sexy!”

Damon rolled his eyes though he still wore his typical smirk. “Hands off my girl, Lexi.”

She stuck her tongue out at the other vampire and tugged Lucy into her side, keeping an arm around her shoulders. “All this hassle is over that?” Lucy asked, gesturing to the moonstone.

Stefan hummed in agreement. “Apparently.”

She nodded as she sent off a text. She received a response almost immediately. “Elijah says he’s waiting on you and to bring the stone.”

The brothers exchanged a look before racing off up the stairs.

Lucy patted Lexi’s leg before pushing herself up to pick up Mason’s wallet and phone that Damon had left on the floor. The phone rang just as she grabbed it. The contact information was nothing but a heart emoji. Hmm.

“Mason’s phone. Can I help you?”

“Who is this?” The voice unmistakably belonged to one of the doppelgangers but Lucy doubted Elena had Mason’s number.

“Who is this?” she asked back.

“His girlfriend.”

“You know, Katherine, for someone with a boyfriend you’re awfully possessive of your exes.” No sooner had the vampire’s name left her lips than both Salvatores were at her side. Damon pulled the phone from her hand.

“Don’t piss her off,” Stefan hissed at his brother.

Lucy blinked at him in disbelief and gestured to the body at her feet. “A little late for that don’t you think?”

“Hello, Katherine,” Damon all but purred.

Lucy frowned at no longer being able to hear the other side of the conversation. Bree smirked and wiggled her fingers toward the phone. Suddenly, Lucy could hear everything. She smiled in thanks at her favorite witch.

“Where’s Mason, Damon? I won’t ask again.”

“Calm down. He’s right next to me. Of course his heart’s on the other side of the room.” Lucy elbowed her boyfriend in the ribs. That was mean. Funny…but mean.

“How dare you,” Katherine snarled.

“Well, now you can just leave town, can’t you? Bye. See you later. Don’t come back.”

“Do you honestly think I don’t have a plan B? or a plan C or…well, you know how the alphabet works.”

“A plan for what?” Lucy asked, knowing the vampire would be able to hear her.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Katherine answered. “Stay out of my way. All of you. I’m warning you.”

With that she hung up the phone.

“Bitch,” Damon muttered before slipping the phone into his pocket. Lucy handed over the wallet so he could take that as well. He pulled Lucy into his arms and gave her a sweet kiss. “We’re going to help your uncle. We’ll be back as soon as we can. Behave.”

“Yes, because I’m the trouble maker. Besides you got me babysitters. I’ll be fine.”

He hummed in agreement and gave her one more kiss before pulling away. The brothers headed toward the door until Lucy’s voice stopped them. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Damon turned back to her, his brows lifted in question.

She gestured to the body at her feet. “Take your mess with you.”

#damon salvatore fanfiction #damon salvatore x ofc #damon salvatore x oc #vampire diaries fanffiction #series: not about you

[think-and-write]

Why Should We Hire You: 7 Best Answers to the Interview Question

A job interview is a stressful situation for all of us. You will be face-to-face with a prospective employer and have to answer various questions about your qualification, skills, and work experience. One of these questions may sound like this: “Why should we hire you?”.

In order not to fail the job interview, let’s look at the mistakes that you need to avoid:

Lack of preparation. To feel confident during an interview, you need to take some time and prepare. Try to find those 3-4 skills that you can tell the employer about, and present them as your advantages over other candidates.

Do not respond with typical, generalized phrases: “I am smart, skilled, and driven, and I want to get this job.” Your goal is to stand out from other job applicants. But everyone can answer with such a template phrase.

Modesty. An interview is not the time or place to be modest. Of course, this does not mean that you need to immediately declare that you are an ideal candidate. Just state the facts: I won this award, I achieved this, I have 10 years of experience, I got a promotion, I broke a sales record, etc. Or you can quote a manager or employer: “The boss said that I…“.

Don’t talk too much about yourself. It is enough to list a few basic skills that meet the requirements for the position. Read post “Tell Me About Yourself”: How to Introduce Yourself in a Job Interview, Sample Answers.”

When comparing yourself to other candidates, it is important not to praise yourself and not to look like a self-conceited boaster. 

Example Answers to the Interview Question” Why We Should Hire You?”

Answer #1

“I have all the necessary skills and work experience to cope with the project manager’s responsibilities.

In addition to my successful experience in managing and implementing projects, I also have excellent communication skills: I have always found a common language with customers, developers, and suppliers. Moreover, for me, this area of activity is not just a job, this is exactly what I like to do.” 

Answer #2

“After reading the job ad for a programmer, I realized that I meet all your requirements. 

I have four years of programming experience. At the same time, I have good communication skills. For a long time, I worked directly with senior executives. That is why I am 100% prepared to work on large interagency projects. I will join the work process on the first day, and will be very glad to have this opportunity."

Answer #3

"That's a good question! You have a slight advantage as you know exactly who you are looking for.

But from the vacancy announcement, I understand that you are looking for someone who can quickly and effectively solve customer problems.

In this case, I want to say that I am a great fit for this position. And in confirmation, I would like to say that I repeatedly faced difficult clients at my last job who were extremely categorical and wanted to immediately terminate the service contract.

But I was able not only to persuade them to stay but also to convince the client that we are the best on the market. Thanks to this, at my previous work, I have received the honorary title of "best employee" for two years in a row."

Answer #4

"Firstly, I have the necessary experience - this is 2 years of work on television. And, secondly, a great desire to try as a producer's assistant.

In the last years of study at University X, I began to undergo training at... Later I was invited to stay there to work. I am familiar with all the processes of TV production and even participated in the editing of several episodes. I have a reputation as an employee who can quickly complete any task, even with a smile.

I like this field of work, this is exactly what I want to do next.”

Why Should We Hire You? Answer #5

"As far as I understand, your company is looking for an experienced marketer to create an effective strategy for distributing and selling products at new market segments. 

While working at Company X, I was able to achieve a 25% increase in sales by implementing targeted advertising on social media.

I would like to help your company achieve the same results because I have the necessary knowledge and experience. I can analyze competitors, I can choose the right strategy for development and I can identify free niches for distributing your products.”

Answer #6

"The ad says you are looking for an employee who is patient, organized, and has excellent communication skills.

While volunteering for the National Paralympic Committee, I have learned to be patient, loyal, and kind to athletes and Paralympic participants. I organized and coordinated various events for athletes. It helped me to develop the communication and planning skills that are needed for the work at your company.”

Answer #7

"I think I'm suited for the position of Restaurant Manager. I have five years of experience. During this time I was able to increase profits for the restaurant owner by 27%, as well as optimize the purchase of products and, thus, reduce costs.

In addition, I am familiar with all the stages and processes that are somehow connected with the restaurant business. I went through several stages before becoming a manager: I started my career as a waiter, and after six months I was promoted to shift manager.”

#Job #job interview #interview questions #interview tips #interview preparation

[winter-literature]

Lawlight Fanfiction - Bonus Content

Here is an Omegaverse Lawlight Fan Fiction One Shot that I wrote and liked far more than I expected:

Trigger warnings are on the A03 summary. Please be aware that 'Love and Loss' discusses dark elements and makes sexual references that may make some readers uncomfortable.

I liked it so much that I left it open to see if anyone was interested in the continuation of the story.

Since 'Save Our Souls' is still in progress, I debated on the fence for a bit, but then ! I read @eleonoraw's lovely comment that encouraged me to share more on that fic.

I went through and grabbed my drafts - so there's about a chapter and a half of continuation [slight steam] - and some of the prequel. At this point, with all my WIPs, I'll never say anything is off the table to get reanimated, because apparently I have no self control.

It's a bit messy since it's pulled from a collection of drafts, but if it's something you like/are interested in - let me know what you think! I would love to hear what more people think about this one.

Love and Loss - Light Moves In

Light’s face contorted with disgust at the tower of pink icing before him. It was hard to believe there was any form of cake under that thick coat. 

“Eat it. You’re too thin.” L pushed the sweet closer to him. 

“You’re one to talk.” Light’s mouth turned lower, his nose accordioning in on itself. 

“I’m always thin. Doctor says we need to get your weight up.” L’s pupils dilated before diving into his own cupcake. 

“By increasing healthy calories, L. Not pink garbage.” Light stuck his tongue out, the sweet cream melting. “Ugh! How do you eat this?” 

Smirking, L took another diving bite into his cupcake, a dab of icing left on his nose. “Do you know what your pheromone smells like?” 

Light’s eyes widened in horror. “I’ve been told it’s similar to vanilla.” 

L’s laugh was coated with another bite of icing. “That’s putting it lightly. Your pheromones are like a birthday cake with thick vanilla icing coated on top.” 

“That’s disgusting.” Light cringed at the description. 

“Mmm…” L licked the last of his icing off. 

Sighing, Light took a single bite of his cupcake. It was so sweet it nearly tasted sour. “Nope. Nope.” Light pushed the cupcake towards L, who happily accepted it. “Do you have any real food?” 

“Just order in, I’ll pay for it.” L stuffed far too much of the cupcake than he should have into his mouth, pink icing clinging to his hair. 

Feigning a heave, Light opened up his phone. As much as he’d deny it, he enjoyed being able to show exaggerated reactions. To play around again. He’d worn a serious face for so long, it was nice to break out of his mold. “How about sushi?” 

“I don’t give a fuck.” L peeled away the paper from his dessert. 

“Give me your card. I’m ordering the most expensive sushi available.” Light held out his hand. 

Without complaint, L handed over his matte black card. 

“And a bottle of champagne.” Light attempted to get some sort of rise out of him. 

“Order glasses if you’re picky. Or else you’re drinking it out of a mug.” L tried to lick the icing off his face, but most of it was too spread out. 

“You’re a heathen.” Light muttered as he punched in their order. 

While they waited for food, L brought Light’s bag up to his loft room. 

“Don’t you have a guest room?” Light soured at the thick black curtains over the windows. 

“No.” L pointed towards the walk in closet. “Plus, I think you’ll like that.” 

It wasn’t fair that someone who was content to wear a white crew neck and jeans every day had a closet the size of a studio apartment. Intrigued, Light checked the sizes on some of the suits. Fortunately, L liked to wear clothes on the bigger size, meaning most of the nicer outfits would fit Light.

“Told you so.” L’s steps were soft, but his voice got louder as he approached. “We can always throw this all out and fill it with clothes for you.” L wrapped his arms around Light’s waist, his lips brushing against where his neck and shoulder met.

Light wasn’t sure if the moan that escaped his lips was because of the offering of clothes or L’s touch. Either way, the room was growing on him. 

A spill of whiskey orange flooded the room, making each kiss against Light’s skin feel even better. 

“Fuck…” L nipped at Light’s skin in the midst of kisses. “You smell so good.” L pushed at Light’s lower stomach, pulling them closer together. 

Their symmetry in height was proving to be quite convenient, Light thought, as L grinded against him. 

DING DONG! 

“Shit.” Light mumbled, breaking out of L’s hold. 

“Nooo….” L whined, following after Light. 

“I’m hungry.” Light pushed L away from him, heading to the stairs. 

L whined the entire way down and continued through dinner. 

“I’m going to cut your dick right off.” Light seethed as he packed up their leftovers. 

“Liiiiggghhhhtttt…” L made a (not so) convincing argument. 

“We haven’t even agreed if we’re going to have that type of relationship.” Light huffed, shutting the fridge door. 

“We’re sharing a bed.” L stated in such a monotone manner, it was as if his voice rolled its eyes. 

“Which I didn’t want to do.” 

“Liar. Remember that I can smell you, right?” 

“You’re infuriating! You just expected sex on the first night?” 

The widening of L’s eyes and slightly parted lips indicated that, yes, that was exactly what he’d expected. 

“Sleep on the couch.” Light spun on his heel.

“You can’t make me sleep on my own couch.” L puffed his chest. 

“Fucking try me. I’ll make your life a living hell.” Light stomped upstairs.

“I’m at least sleeping on the couch in the loft.” L shouted towards Light’s back.

“I don’t care. As long as it’s not in the same bed.” 

“Prude.”

“Fucking asshole.” Light snapped, wishing there was a door he could slam. 

********************************************

Warm water cascaded down Light’s skin as he hummed to himself, the scent of sandalwood steaming in the shower. It was slightly disappointing to know that the ‘manly’ scent would be overwritten by pink vanilla garbage. What an unfortunate scent of pheromones. 

“What are you singing?” L’s low voice rumbled over the shower.

“Ah!” Light cried, losing his footing and crashing to the ground. Before he could open his mouth, a shampoo bottle slid and slammed on his head. Growling, Light stared up at L through the glass, water pouring over his face. 

L’s lips tugged in a half smirk, his finger pulling against his lips. He sat crouched on top of the toilet, his eyes fixated on Light’s splayed body. 

“Get out.” Light gritted through his teeth. 

Pretending not to hear him, L batted his eyelashes.

“How do you ever expect to get laid if you keep being so creepy?” Light scoffed, pushing himself off the shower floor.

“There is only one bathroom, Light.” 

“And? Can you wait a minute?” Light dipped his head under the water again, rinsing out his conditioner. 

“Not particularly. I would like it if you hurried up.” 

“You could have said that from the other side of the door.” Light switched the water to cold, doing a final rinse of his body. 

“I’m not quite used to that yet.” 

“You didn’t need to stare at me like Golem, L. Basic human decency, you know?” 

As Light opened up the shower door, L was quick on his feet, offering Light a fresh towel. 

“Thank you.” Light muttered, surprised at the act of kindness. 

“Please, get out now.” L pushed at Light. 

Snickering, Light dead weighted L until he was on the other side of the threshold, the door slammed behind him. It was refreshing seeing signs that L was uncomfortable. 

Their set up had made it seem as if L was in total control, it was incredibly infuriating. L had always been particular over his space, his environment constantly controlled chaos, and Light being there messed with it all. 

-

L’s hair dripped onto his white crew neck as he crouched on a spinning stool at the kitchen island. 

“L, pay attention.” Watari’s gruff voice warned. 

“You’re like a child.” Light shook his head. 

“A child that you’re in love with.” L stopped mid spin to face Light before breaking back into a spiral.

“Not in love with. Fated pair. Different.” Light corrected him.

“Both of you!” Watari slammed on the counter. 

“Sorry, Watari.” They both bowed their heads, like the scolded children they were. 

“Like I was saying,” the perplexed doctor held up a foil pack of pills. “This is heat suppressant. This is a heat inducer. These are yours, L. The rut suppressants and inducers. I would recommend trying to bond as soon as possible. It will steady out both of your pheromones the quickest. Otherwise, you two will still have to be extremely careful. Particularly you, Light.” 

Light clenched the edge of the counter at his name. 

“You nearly died, Light. However you guys make it work, you’ll have to be close to L. Fated pairs usually have some form of chemistry. I would consider at the very least being intimate. Have you two tried getting together yet?” 

Watari coughed in discomfort. “I’ll - um - I’ll wait outside.” 

“Probably for the best.” Light agreed with a tinge of sass. 

“Did you hear that, Light?” L unfurled his feet from the stool. “Even the doctor says we should have sex.” 

“Look at what you’ve done.” Light motioned to L with a sigh. 

“Until you two decide to bond or until your pheromones balance, you honestly should be intimate. Sexual intercourse will be the best choice, however, generally closeness and skin to skin contact should also help.” 

Humming happily, L rested his cheek against Light’s thigh. 

“Thanks for the tip doc.” Light smirked sarcastically, opening his legs to let L’s head drop. 

“Heeey! I almost fell!” 

“Good luck, you two.” The doctor set the meds on the counter before pulling his bag over his shoulder. 

“I’m gonna need it.” Light whispered, only loud enough for L to hear. 

Sighing, L slid off the stool and dug into the fridge. It was fascinating seeing a morose look on L’s face while he dug into a cupcake. 

“L, how do you so easily slip into the - the touchy feely stuff?” Light gulped, the idea of not being perfect at anything suffocating. 

Pausing, L peered up from his mountain of icing. His eyebrows pressed closer together, the contrast of the pink icing against his gray eyes stirred Light’s stomach. 

“Well first,” L’s pupils visibly dilated. “When you look at me, you piss your scent all over like an untrained dog.” 

“I do not.” Light twitched away, insulted. 

“You can lie with your mouth all you want. But until you get better at this -,” L spun his finger around the room, “you can’t fool me. I know you think I’m cute.” L ended his sentence with a wink. 

“Okay, sure. Pheromones.” Light sighed, slightly ceding. “But you let out pheromones too. I might be attracted to those, but… that doesn’t mean I immediately want to jump your bones. So you just listen with your dick and suddenly it all comes so easily to you?” 

Setting down his cupcake, L shook his head. “Light… it’s always been you.” He picked at the paper, evading Light’s gaze.

“Well yeah, there’s history-,”

“No.” L shook his head. “When I was at the hospital, they told me my symptoms might be correlated with a fated pair. The first thing I did was ask Beyond to get in touch with you.” 

Clicking his jaw, it was Light’s turn to evade L’s gaze. 

“A lot of shit has happened, Light. And it’s been a long ass time. But I never forgot you. When you left… it felt like a piece of me left with you.” L’s voice started to crack, but Light couldn’t bear to meet his gaze. “And now- they tell me that - th-that the only way to keep you alive is for me to be beside you. And fuck, I don’t ever want to go through that again. I have a reason, an excuse, to hold the person I’ve loved since before I knew what my second gender would be. It’s easy… for me to be touchy… because I never wanted to let you go in the first place.”

“You corny fuck.” Light snorted, teary ember eyes meeting glistening silver. 

“Appreciate it when you can.” L’s voice rasped, the black of his pupil taking over his iris. 

Light smirked knowingly; even though L’s pheromones were dancing with his in the room, he was better at feigning a calm facade. 

“You were always such an ass.” L forgot about the cupcake, striding around the island to return to Light’s side. 

“Which you, apparently, loved. So, logically, I should continue to be abrasive for you to adore me.” Light opened his posture to invite L in. 

Groaning, L slid in between Light’s knees, his hands running along the outside of his thighs. His nose immediately ran along the crease of Light’s neck, their chests pressing against each other. Tightening his fingers around L’s hips, Light tugged him closer. 

“Mmm… fuck…” L ran his fingers under Light’s shirt. 

“Shit…” Light’s head dropped back, his skin electrifying under L’s touch. “Too much…” Light pushed at the hips that bruised under his grip.

L growled, trying to latch onto Light, his fingernails cutting into his skin. 

“L. Enough.” Light tilted forward and bit L’s collarbone. 

Rapidly inhaling, L blinked back to consciousness. “Sorry…” L nose dove into Light’s chest. 

“One step at a time.” Light snickered, running his fingers through L’s hair. 

“Okay…” L’s body limped in Light’s hold, their pheromones relaxing in sync. 

-

“L! Stop jerking off!” Light pulled a pillow over his face, trying to drown out the pheromones leaking under the crack of the bathroom door. The fog only thickened. “L! Fucking stop!”

With a wave of pheromones, Light sighed in relief that it was finally over, his sanity holding on by a thread.

“Fuck…” L panted from the other side of the door. “I love it when you yell at me.” 

“Pervert!” 

“Careful,” the sound of L’s zipper echoed, “you might get me going again.” 

Snorting, Light threw the pillow at the bathroom door. 

Love and Loss - The 'Before'

This one was the most completed section of 'The Before'. I have a few different versions, but this one seemed the best.

You may see that Light is given a different sent (continuity isn't quite as important when you have several drafts with an undecided direction). What is important is the fact that apparently I always want Light to smell so pretty ;'D

“So… what are your intentions with my brother?” Beyond snickered, his feet up in the air and his head dangling off the seat of the couch. 

“Shut-up.” Light rolled his eyes, palming his forehead.

“Are you guys going to finally tell each other you like each other or are you going to keep avoiding being adults and talking about it?” Beyond’s silver eyes sparkled. 

“It will happen… when… it will… ugh…” Light started to stagger. The entire room was blurring and spinning around him. 

“Are you okay, Light?” Beyond was afraid to move. He’d been silently grateful that Light was excluding himself, the initial stages of his rut starting to prickle at his stomach. 

Before Light could respond, he collapsed towards the floor. 

“Shit!” Beyond bit his lip. Every instinct in his body was screaming at him to protect the Omega. Panicking, Beyond pulled out his phone, trying to reach a teacher. 

“What are you doing?” Light’s voice rasped as he dragged himself across the floor.

“Light - you’re- fuck.” Beyond covered his nose, the warm smell of decadent spice crawling across his skin. “Have you gone into heat before?” His words were muffled by his sweatshirt. 

“No, but you- you can’t tell - them.” Light weakly batted away Beyond’s cellphone, sending it clattering to the floor. 

“Stop.” Beyond jumped up and ran to the opposite side of the room. 

Their eyes locked as Beyond’s scent hit Light. Soft caramel eyes turned to ember as they narrowed at Beyond, whose eyes responded in blood red. 

“I’m - rut-,” Beyond struggled, arousal starting to overtake his body. He’d managed it before. Light was always around him and L. He’d become accustomed to controlling himself, even at its most difficult. But he’d never smelled Light in heat before. 

“What’s … happen…ing?” Light struggled to breath, daggers slicing up his throat as his legs turned to jelly.

“Light, I - ugh - can’t - don’t.” Beyond was reduced to monosyllables, his skin burning. 

“Beyond?” Light whined, pulling at the collar of his shirt. It felt as if it weighed a hundred pounds. 

Light had been warned about an Omega’s heat, but he’d never been taught much more than that. He always assumed he’d manage it as he did all of his masking. He’d separate himself and manage it from the comfort of his room. He hadn’t expected a reaction on levels of torture.

Beyond’s symptoms, though different in some ways, mimicked the pained desperation that threatened to overtake Light. His heart kept telling him to take away Light’s pain. 

“I - I can’t think… straight…” Beyond slid to the floor, his head in between his knees.

“Beyond!” Light shrieked, the material of his clothes burning on his skin. Tearing his shirt off, he was surprised that his skin was free of marks, he’d expected that his chest would be covered in raw flesh. The burn only spread, searing every last centimeter of Light’s skin.

Shaking, Beyond let go of the hold he’d been struggling with from his own pheromones. 

The warm scent of fresh grass temporarily cooled Light’s wounds, causing him to sob in relief. 

Struggling to breathe himself, Beyond removed his own shirt. He kept trying to think while he was still able to, but the calming effect of his pheromones was only temporary. 

“HELP! MAKE IT STOP! PLEASE! MAKE IT STOP!” Light shrieked, the flame surrounding his skin once again. 

“SHUT UP!” Beyond’s voice shook the chandelier. 

He’d never seen Light look weak. Light was tougher than any Alpha he’d ever met. But now, sobbing on the floor with matted hair, shirtless, and his pants half jimmied off, he was a wounded animal. 

Light’s sobs soaked the carpet below him. “I do-on’t n-n-n-know what t-t-t do…” his strength wavered, his eyes clouding from discomfort. 

“There’s only… there’s only one way to fix it. I - I caaaaa…” Another shot of Light’s pheromones filled the room, demanding attention. “Light… we… ahh…” his words were lost again as he crawled closer to the scent.

He used to get pumpkin spice lattes specifically to mock Light, whose scent was similar, but there was nothing to compare to the way it overtook him. To the sweetness that warmed his chest and the spice that pulled him closer. 

Gently, Beyond ran the back of his fingers against Light’s forehead. Eagerly, Light nuzzled back. For a moment, the pain subsided.

“Th-that helps…” Light kept pushing into Beyond’s touch. Wherever Beyond touched, the searing pain subsided. More accurately, it morphed into a desire for more, but at least it was more manageable than searing skin. 

A low growl emanated from Beyond’s throat as he kept softly running his hands along Light’s body. He could see the relief in Light’s eyes, which only made it harder for him.

“Light… oh fuck…” Beyond’s head spun as he leaned closer into Light.

Light started moaning under Beyond’s touch. One finger against his forehead felt like it could send him over the edge. “Beyond… please…” Light gasped, losing complete control over his rational thought.

-

L clenched his fists as the group started their return. The jealousy that coursed through his veins that Beyond and Light were spending the day together confirmed what he already knew. When he got back, he was finally going to tell Light his feelings. He didn’t want to hide it anymore. 

“Hey, isn’t that your dad?” A student pulled L out of his fog. 

Furrowing his brows, he recognized the black tinted Mercedes. Watari leaned against the car’s hood, watching L step closer. Giving L a directive nod towards the car, Watari stepped forward to speak with the teachers. 

What happened? If Beyond hurt Light I’ll kill him! 

L sprinted towards the car and threw the door open. The scent emanating from the car threatened to knock him out. 

“Shut the door you idiot!” Beyond barked as his offensive stench brutally attacked L. 

Pulling his collar up over his nose, he slid into the car, slamming the door shut behind him. Light’s thick smell spiraled through the air. 

Light trembled in Beyond’s arms, both of them in disheveled states. Beyond’s eyes burned red, still instinctively protective over the Omega in his arms. 

Crushed, L bit his lip and stared out the car window. Watari’s face shone red as he shouted at the timid teacher. He wanted to see anything besides the raw mark that marred the delicate skin along Light’s neck.

-

They tried to go back to normal. Both Light and Beyond agreed that it was what neither of them wanted. They knew that, as long as they stayed away from each other during their next heat/rut, the mark on Light’s neck would fade. 

But their tight knit friendship was cracked. They’d sit to play video games with each other, but L couldn’t sit beside the mark that poked out of Light’s collar. Furthermore, Beyond suddenly felt tied to Light. Even though they’d both made it clear to him that they wanted nothing to do with each other romantically, they still suffered from the bond they’d placed on one another.

Knowing that in 8 moves Light would win, L stepped up from the chess board. “I’ll be back.” 

Clicking the door behind him, L pulled himself into a ball and released his sobs. He’d feel better after a few minutes. It was starting to become his routine. 

Feeling slightly rejuvenated, L stepped out of the bathroom to find that Light had abandoned their chess game and was sitting on the floor mirroring Beyond’s cross legged position. 

“Seriously? Give up already?” L grumbled, stomping over towards the board. 

Squeezing foundation onto a sponge, Light responded with confidence. “I would have won in seven moves anyway.” 

“Eight. Eight moves.” L growled, trying to ignore the gentle manner in which Light covered the mark on B’s neck. 

“I would have got you in seven.” Light grinned, his honey brown eyes sparkling towards L. 

It was harder to appreciate such a beauty when Beyond’s eyes flecked with red towards his direction.

“There.” Light smiled at his handiwork. “Does that make it better?” 

Sighing, L reset the board.

“L? What do you think?” Light pointed towards the covered mark.

“What’s the point in covering it?” L scowled, clenching the piece in his palm.

Wounded, Light nodded. He would hold onto hope that it would get better once the mark was gone. Maybe then they’d be able to fix things. Maybe one day he could finally tell L how he felt.

-

“STOP POKING IT!” Light slapped away Beyond’s hand. 

L grunted across the table; he’d been distancing himself more and more. 

“Your next heat cycle should have started already.” Beyond poked at the sensitive mark once again. Beyond’s rut had already passed, his mark nearly non-existent, yet Light’s appeared fresh as ever. 

L froze, his eyes slowly lifting up towards Light. His skin was slightly flush and he’d constantly smelt slighter danker than usual. He’d assumed it was because B had tarnished his scent, or because his feelings were guarded, but he hadn’t even considered a third possibility. 

“Stop touching me.” Light swatted Beyond away again. 

Pulling up his phone, L began some basic research. ‘How does an omega know they’re pregnant?’

Dizziness or fatigue

Nausea

A change in scent to repel other Alphas that becomes more attractive to the mate

Late heat cycle

Prolonged unbonded mark 

Weight gain 

Cravings 

Headaches

Mood swings and irritation

“I’m going to break your finger if you can’t keep it to yourself.” Light growled in warning. 

“B.” L leaned his stomach against the table. 

Both the boys were shocked to hear L’s voice, for once in a tone that wasn’t laced with rage. 

“Has Light’s scent changed?” L tilted his head.

Coughing, B covered his mouth, attempting to hide his nervous reaction. “Uh - yeah - a bit.” The crimson shade of B’s cheeks told L that the change had been for the better instead of for the worse.

-

L poked at his strawberry shortcake, watching it tremble from the tip of his fork. Light usually berated him if he’d finished the entire cake before he got a bite, so he was trying to be good. Impulse control was not something L was well practiced in, and once he started, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop.

“Maybe you’re too sweet for Light, hmm?” L poked at the cake again. “Maybe we’re doing him a favor I eat all the cake…” Tapping the iced prongs against his bottom lip he considered his own argument. “He is complaining about the baby weight…” 

BANG! The door slammed open, drywall littering onto the ground from where the door knob had pierced it. 

Startled, L jabbed himself in the mouth with his fork, not hard enough to draw blood. Flipping around, he turned to see who had made such an obnoxious entry. 

Beyond’s face was pale, his eyes burning red. His pants were blended into growls as he scanned the room. 

“Where is he?” Beyond demanded, his voice coarser than ever. 

“In the bathroom?” He was a pregnant Omega, they peed a lot. 

The answer lit a fire under Beyond, who broke into a sprint towards the bathroom. 

Woefully eyeing the cake, L stood to his feet to ensure Beyond didn’t do anything stupid. He was acting as if he was in a rage induced rut… but his pheromones didn’t match that of a rut. Instead of wanting to keel over and vomit, L found himself fighting the urge to run from him. 

Knocking was an understatement as the door rattled under Beyond’s fist. “LIGHT!” 

“Maybe he’s pooping?” L gulped, Beyond’s pheromone suffocating him. 

Stepping back, Beyond kicked the door in two, shards of wood scattering across the floor. 

“Jesus! What-,” Before L could finish his sentence the scent of iron permeated the room. 

Swallowing his heart, L stumbled backwards. Tripping over his feet, he fell on his butt, frozen in stupor. 

Red stepped through the threshold before Beyond did. 

Gagging on the concoction of blood and Beyond’s protective pheromones, L trembled on the floor. L’s head fuzzed as his fingers turned to pins and needles. 

Blood dripped from Beyond’s hands under Light’s limp body. 

“Get Watari.” Beyond snarled in L’s direction. “NOW!” 

Switching back to life, L jumped to his feet. As he ran past, he tried to ignore the way that Light’s eyes twitched against his battle with consciousness.

-

Beyond hung his head at Light’s bedside, rubbing his own tears off his face. “I’m sorry, Light.”

Light’s hand twitched under the tape of the IV. He didn’t want to hear platitudes or pity. He just wanted the pain to go away. Logically, it made the best decision for him and his future. His heart still hadn’t caught up to that, his soul knew he’d lost his child. 

He wanted to hate Beyond, he wanted to hate everyone. But he was only left with the pain of his own heart being ripped from his body.

“Light…” Beyond started to release a pheromone to relax him, a warming scent of cloves filled the room. 

“PUT THAT SHIT AWAY!” Light yelled, tears and spit jumping off his face. “Just leave.” 

“Light…” Beyond’s lip shook, he wanted to help, but despite the fading mark on Light’s neck, he knew that he was never truly meant to be his mate. 

“Beyond.” L called from the doorway. “Watari’s here.” 

Hearing L’s voice, Light degraded to sobs, turning away from both of them. L’s scent trickled through the room, easily flowing past Beyond’s.

Light gripped his chest as he let the calming scent of orange smoked whiskey surround him. 

“L… I should stay. I can’t… I can’t leave him like this.” Beyond dropped his head, his twin brother's scent taking dominance over the room.  

“I DON’T WANT YOU HERE!” Light shouted, still unable to look either of them in the eye. Mumbling under tears, he added, “Both of you, just leave.” 

Beyond’s chest bounced as he sniffled. He’d never meant for it to happen. Light was always so strong, most people didn’t even know he was an Omega. They never meant for it to happen. He certainly never wanted this for Light. Ceding, Beyond stepped away from the hospital bed towards L. 

A tinge of spite shot down Beyond’s back at the tears beading in L’s eyes. Part of him wanted to shout, to say he hadn’t lost anything like Beyond had. But that wasn’t true. Beyond had taken what L loved most.

Beyond had taken Light. 

#lawlight #l x light #light x l #raito yagami #l lawliet #lawlight fan fiction #lawlight fanfiction #death note #deathnote #death note fanfiction #deathnote fanfiction #death note fan fiction #omegaverse #omega light #alpha l #bonus content #slight steam #prequel

[ultimatedreamer104]

pjo/hoo characters as things i have overheard in conversations or just found on the internet ( inspiration: @icankillyouwithashoe ) !*slight spoilers*!

Jason while floating: butterfly in the sky I can fly oh so high~

┌⁠(⁠・⁠。⁠・⁠)⁠┘⁠♪

Annabeth talking to Percy: Three words. Say them and I'm yours.

Percy: ... ... three words

ಠ⁠_⁠ʖ⁠ಠ

Hazel to Leo : leo, stop! This isn't you, you've gone mad with power!

Leo while on fire: Well of course I have.

Leo, as a tree catches fire: Have you ever tried going mad without power?

Leo as the whole camp is now on fire: It's boring.

ᕙ⁠(͡⁠°⁠‿⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)⁠ᕗ

Leo apologizing to charon for setting the camp on fire: And I’d love to be sorry for that, but we all know I’ve done much, much worse.

🔥🔥🔥

Percy: Hey Jason,

Jason: Yes?

Percy: Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it’s on?

Jason:

Jason: Where’s annabeth?

ಠ⁠ಗ⁠ಠ

Nico: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.

Jason: Wasn't will with you?

Will: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

(⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

Grover, about annabeth: Apparently we’re getting someone new in the group.

Luke: Are we stealing them?

Thalia: New or used?

Grover: Wonderful responses, both of you.

ಡ⁠ ͜⁠ ⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠ಡ

Percy, setting down a card: Ace of spades

Nico, pulling out an Uno card: +4

Leo, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you

Frank, trembling: What are we playing?

༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ

(I feel like this one could work for will and Nico too)

Piper: Why are Percy and annabeth sitting with their backs to each other?

Grover: They had a fight.

Piper: Then why are they holding hands?

Grover: They get sad when they fight

(⁠˘⁠･⁠_⁠･⁠˘⁠)

Nico: Self care is actually getting into fights with randoms in dark alleys.

Piper: No, self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath, or putting on a lot of makeup if you like it, or taking a nice warm nap!

Leo: Self care is the burning heat when your on fire!

Hazel: self care is taking your birthday cake just so I can eat the frosting.

Percy: If you touch my birthday cake I’ll make you eat your hands.

ಠ⁠ ⁠೧⁠ ⁠ಠ

Annabeth: Anyone d-

Nico: Depressed?

Frank: Drained?

Percy: Dumb?

Piper: Disliked?

Annabeth: -done with their work... what is wrong with you people ...

ಠ⁠,⁠_ಠ

Hazel: Piper... How do I begin to explain Piper?

Percy: I hear their hair's insured for $10,000.

Jason: One time they punched me in the face... it was awesome.

Drew while under charm: piper is flawless.

Leo: I hear they do car commercials... in Japan.

(⁠・⁠o⁠・⁠)

Annabeth: We need to distract these guys

Leo and percy: Leave it to us

Leo and percy: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss.

Nico, hazel, and frank: *Immediately begin arguing*

Jason walking into scene, watching in horror: Oh this. I don’t like this. I don't like this at all.

(⁠‘⁠◉⁠⌓⁠◉⁠’⁠)

Leo: I love the term 'partners'. Are we dating? Are we robbing a bank? Are we the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies and are members of an elite squad known as the special victims unit? Who knows.

Piper staring at Leo: I meant on the group project...

ರ⁠_⁠ರ

Frank laying on the ground with a big bruise on his forehead: The risk I took was calculated but, man, am I bad at math.

(⁠●⁠_⁠_⁠●⁠)

Nico opening a Capri Sun: Guess I'll drink my sorrows away.

┐⁠(⁠ ⁠∵⁠ ⁠)⁠┌

Percy: So according to the cease and desist order I got, apparently you can’t ‘legally’ be a lawyer if your license is ‘cut out of a cereal box’.

¯⁠\⁠_⁠༼⁠ ⁠ಥ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠ಥ⁠ ⁠༽⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Leo: Hello, I'm leo. I work at a shop now. Here to help. Look, they gave me a badge with my name on it in case I forget it. Very helpful, as that does happen.

ಠ⁠◡⁠ಠ

Luke: I have yet to encounter a problem where a sword didn't factor into the solution at least in some way.

•==|---------->

*leo is ordering a cake over the (monster proof)phone*

Shop Employee: …and what would you like your cake to say?

Leo, covering the phone to look at The Squad: Do we want a talking cake?

ಠ⁠∀⁠ಠ

Will: Why are you like this??

Nico: I used too much "No More Tears" shampoo as a kid and I haven't felt a single emotion since.

#pjo #random quotes #random senerios #i dono howta speell

[the-royal-petals]

Welcome to HYDRA -- Stranger Things x Marvel Crossover || Chapter 4 - Talking in the Dark

Summary: Keira finally makes contact with Wong, but he isn't too happy about being forced to stay in the background.

Warnings: Implications of not taking care of self, slight angst.

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After what felt like forever, Dimitri successfully found a dark room Keira could stay in for about an hour. It wasn’t enough time to start a long meeting, but she had to do with what she had. She made a mental note to thank Dimitri, or give him some sort of reimbursement after all of this was over. 

As for what she requested, Dimitri had found some clothing HYDRA had stripped away from prisoners. Some clothing had complicated and unique patterns that ranged from snake-like rectangles going around in a circle to triangles and other geometric shapes. One item that he had found wasn’t clothing, but an amulet with a rune. One of these prisoners, or a former prisoner, definitely practised witchcraft. As she was so far up in Russia, she needed all the ‘magical’ objects she could find. 

Keira stepped into the room with the clothing and amulet hugged in her arms. Hopper followed her inside, stopping at the corner of the room where he sat down to be out of the way. Dimitri stopped at the door.

“Be careful girl, and American. The odds of this working are 1/1000. I will distract the guards for a long as possible; I can only guarantee an hour.” Dimitri warned. 

Very little light entered the room. The only light that could be seen was emitted from the door and the cracks in the wooden panels on the windows. From the markings on the floor, the room was for storage — now it’s a torture room. The smell of damp gave Keira a headache. It had a musky smell, like a pile of washing that hadn’t been cleaned in forever. Or clothes that had been left out in the rain for too long.

Keira turned to Dimitri, raising her hand as she winced, sitting down on the floor. “Could you get me two candles?” She asked, watching him stare at her with a deadpan expression. “Trust me.” 

Dimitri rolled his eyes. “What do you want me to do next? Rob the bank?” He shook his head and left the room. She swore she heard a quiet chuckle come from him. 

She wouldn’t be too bothered if she didn’t get the candles, but they would provide a better connection to Kamar-Taj to do astral projection. As she waited, she scattered the surrounding clothing in a circular pattern, leaving spaces for where the candles would be. In front of her, she set the amulet. She didn’t inspect it before. Upon closer inspection, with the very little light she had, she saw green engraved into the metal. 

The first assumption would be a crystal. Or some sort of tinted green material. . . but she didn’t want to question it. 

“So, how does this work?” Hopper asked, finally breaking the comforting silence Keira had started. 

Keira glanced at him, seeing his figure barely appear in the darkness. “I’ll close my eyes and create an astral projection of myself, which’ll let me communicate with the sorcerers. I’m too far away to teleport there, or create a physical link, so I’ll try to communicate like a hologram. The candles will help me draw more natural forces to complete the ritual. She explained. 

A soft hum came from Hopper. Normally, when she explains these things, people would assume she’s crazy or talking another language. Somehow, he seemed like he could understand.

“Sounds like something Eleven could do.” He said, sounding like he was reminiscing. “She could explore somebody’s mind and memories by going into suspension liquid to locate somebody. She could also talk to them. A part of me feels like she would try to look for me, but again, I don’t think she’d want anything to do with me.” 

“How come?” She asked, fully facing him.

“We ended on bad terms. I chased away her boyfriend, who I wasn’t happy she was dating; they were being usual teenagers, breaking the rules and rebelling. I’ve never parented before so I found it hard and snapped. . . This woman I knew gave me advice. She told me to talk to them, but as you can tell, I blew it.” Hopper gave a slight laugh. A lingering sense of sadness came from his mouth. A hitched breath followed by a quiet sniffle followed. 

Keira could empathise with him. Before Wong and Stephen had sent her on the mission, she had fallen out with Stephen. The argument had happened over a book the sorcerers had retrieved a couple of months ago—a book that was sworn to never be touched. They called it ‘The Death’s Reaping.’ It was during one night she let curiosity get the best of her and everything snowballed. She destroyed a portion of the library and kill two sorcerers. 

The accident caused Stephen to snap at Keira for being ‘irresponsible,’ ‘reckless,’ and ‘a danger to society.’ Not only had she broken an oath to do no harm to any sorcerer in Kamar-Taj, she broke a direct order from Wong and Stephen. Being sent on this mission was one of many things she was going to have to do to make it up to them.

This ‘punishment’ was quite literal. 

Would they still listen to her after what she had done?

“I know what you mean.” Keira’s voice quietened. “I ended up causing a big mess back at a place we sorcerers train. I caused an explosion that killed two sorcerers and destroyed part of the building. Not only did I break a rule that the damn sorcerer supreme put into place, I ruined my damn friendship with the closest friend I have. It doesn’t help that we were already going through a rough patch anyway after he learnt about my secrets from HYDRA.” She let out an uneasy breath, feeling a hand rest on her shoulder as she set her head in her hands.

Hopper patted her back, giving her a reassuring squeeze on her shoulder. “It was an accident. We all do stupid shit. . . some worse than others,” he attempted to joke, “it doesn’t make you any worse of a human being. Look, if those kids can fix their arguments and fallouts over D&D, or whatever it is. I’m sure you’ll be able to fix things with your friend. How close are you?”

“I-” 

Before she could finish her sentence, Dimitri entered the room with six candles, letting blinding light shine through the room. He held them out with a triumphant grin. The smile stretched across his face, reaching from ear to ear. 

“Girl asked for candles. I provide double.” He handed the candles over, setting them beside Keira. “I will return when you finish your. . . ritual.” 

Dimitri turned and left the room, closing the door yet again.

“We were close.” Keira answered, setting up the surrounding candles. “He helped me through the most difficult times of my life; we’ve known each other since 2012. . . but it’s been a rocky road. I care about him so much. . . so much that I would give my life for him. We’ve never been this unstable. I just wonder what changed.”

Hopper nodded.

“I completely understand. It sounds like you two were very close friends. I used to be the same. . . I pushed people away who got close to me, not because I hated them, but because I was scared.” He explained, “I did it to a woman I really care about, somebody I would give me life for.” His last words ended with him nudging Keira with a playful grin. “I can hear you blushing.”

Keira slapped his hand. “I care about him, alright? Can we stop talking so we can actually talk to them?” She snapped, reaching out her hand to light the first candle.

With a snap of her fingers, the first two candles lit on fire. As she moved her hand, the others flickered to life. Each one had its own personality. One danced higher than the other, like an authoritative soldier. Another flame hung low and wide, swaying slowly and carefree. The flame in front of her flapped excitedly. 

“Whatever you say, miss Keira, who has a crush on a sorcerer.” He teased, moving his way back to the corner. 

The soft orange glow illuminated around her, lighting up a small portion of the room. As she closed her eyes, she held her hands and clasped them together, letting a spark form. From that spark formed a square, then another square. Each one shaped into geometric shapes and patterns that resembled the unique shields the sorcerers would conjure. As she raised her hand, she froze. The surrounding candles flickered like wind blowing through trees.

Keira felt herself separate from her body, leaving the bruised and beat-up vessel behind her. She raised her hand and created a portal with a circular motion, entering Kamar-Taj through an astral portal. 

She made a B-Line towards Wong’s office, not giving a second look at the training sorcerers below her. It wasn’t like they could see her, anyway. She flew into the wall and phased through the wall, appearing on the other side. 

The moment she appeared, Wong’s head snapped towards her, eyes widening. 

“Keira?!” He sighed with relief. “Where the hell are you?! You’ve been gone for more than the required time.” 

Keira raised her hands in defence. “I’d rather not get a lecture right now. We have much more pressing matters right now,” she floated in front of him, “I’m in the north of Russia.” She explained.

Wong sat back down. “Russia? I thought we sent you to Hawkings.” 

“You did. You are right about a mystical threat. Well. . . not exactly mystical, but both mystical and physical.” She said, “I saved some kids from being captured by the treat. They call it ‘the Mind Flayer.’ It comes from another dimension called the ‘upside down.’ A direct copy of our world, but in darkness. HYDRA has taken an interest in this threat and I’ve been working on trying to keep them off the scent.” 

As she talked, Wong noted everything down, his hand scribbled furiously on the paper. “I’ll send somebody for–”

“That’s not a good idea.” She interrupted, “I’m currently at a HYDRA base. They captured me and there are people in here that I need to help. I need to get back to Hawkings because if this mind flayer goes elsewhere, there will be disastrous consequences. From what I can tell, nobody else can be involved. It’s a singular mission.” 

Deep down, she regretted saying those words. A part of her felt like she had to atone for the deaths she had caused. If she stops this threat, it would save so many lives. Wouldn’t that make up for the pain she caused those sorcerer’s families? She felt like she owed this to them.

“That is incredibly stupid, Keira. You need backup!” Wong argued, “dealing with an unknown threat can break reality and the natural law as we know it! You definitely do not know what you are getting yourself into.” 

Keira gritted her teeth, feeling her heart pound in her chest. She could feel heat build up onto her face. “You know nothing about this damn threat either! I’m with somebody who does, and he is going to help me get out of here. I don’t need any help!” She grimaced. 

“As sorcerer supreme, it is my duty to protect the world against unknown threats, and you are being incredibly ignorant for not letting me do my job. You cannot withhold information from me. If anybody else gets hurt, that’s on me.” Wong raised his voice, his body shook as he stepped forwards to Keira’s astral form.

She felt a pang come from her heart. This wasn’t what she wanted at all. The last thing she would want to do was let anybody get hurt.

“Why the hell do you think I’m not letting you send anybody? This is my mission and keeping your sorcerers at Kamar-Taj will reduce the casualties. These guys have done this before. Please believe me. . . I know what I am doing.” She insisted, letting herself take a deep breath. “I’m sorry for snapping. The last thing I want is for somebody else to get hurt.”

Wong’s head hung low. He knew when Keira wanted to do something, there was no stopping her. He felt awful knowing there wasn’t anything he could do. For the first time in his life, he’s being kept in the dark. And he hated it.

“You have two more days. If I don’t hear from you, I’m sending somebody over. I hope to Vishanti you actually know what you’re doing.” 

Keira fell into silence for a moment.

“Keep this between us, will you? The last thing I need Stephen to accuse me of is child endangerment. . . More like children’ engagement. But seriously, I don’t want him to worry. He hates me enough as it is.” 

Wong shook his head. “That isn’t true, Keira. Dislikes you because of what happens? Yes. Hates you? I wouldn’t go that far, Keira. I’ll keep this between us. Stay safe.”

Keira bowed her head and returned to her body. The view of Kamar-Taj slipped back into the room of darkness and flickering candles. Her heart continued to pound in her chest. 

Putting the candles out, she collected the candles and rested them on the side of the room. The smell was strong enough you’d swear there was a birthday party going on. 

“What did they say?” Hopper asked.

“Well. . . they promised to not charge me for any potential child endangerment.” She joked, “Wong was pretty annoyed that I’m leaving him in the dark, but I can’t risk any of them seeing me like this.

“Wait, they didn’t comment on your injuries or the fact you’re in HYDRA?”

Keira shook her head. “I kept it brief. They don’t need to know the truth. I cast an illusion spell before I got there. . .” She sighed. “They’ve given us two days to sort all of this.”

“No pressure at all. . .”

[ Next Chapter ]

#Welcome to HYDRA #Stephen Strange x OC #HYDRA #Stranger Things #Jim Hopper #Hopper #Wong #Sorcerers #Kamar-Taj #Astral Projection #No beta #ao3 #Stephen Strange #Keira Johnstone #fanfic #stephen x oc #marvel

[decks-writing-blog]

Robot With a Soul

The house was pretty unassuming, nothing really stood out about it from its neighbors. But apparently this was it. Why a powerful, once prominent necromancer would chose to live in so normal looking of a house in such a small out of the way town was beyond Kiera’s understanding. Though it was possible she had the wrong town and thus house; Gwen wasn’t exactly an easy person to find these days and she’d had to talk to some less than scrupulous people in order to do so. But there was nothing more to do than to go up and ask. If it was the wrong house she could either go back to square one or settle for this necromancer – if the locals were truthful in their claim that a necromancer lived here – if he proved to be skilled enough with soul magic to be of use to her.

Before doing so however, she looked down at herself one last time to make sure her outfit was still in order. In hopes of impressing Gwen she’d chosen a semi-formal suit in the elvish style. It didn’t fit quite the same over her rounder human form but she still looked good, perhaps even like a serious professional business type person. Her ex-colleagues would be shocked to see her so put together, their loss for being such sticks in the mud.

So, taking a deep breath, she looked back up, squared her shoulders and strode up the door and pressed the doorbell. It was one of the loud ones, audible from out here if a bit muffled. She folded her hands in front of herself and politely waited… and waited… and waited… and waited until she had almost no choice but to press the doorbell again.

It was possible no one was home. In which case she’d have to come back later. Perhaps she should’ve figured out the whole hotel situation before coming here anyway. Would a small town like this have a hotel when it didn’t even have an airport? If not she’d have to continue sleeping in her car. Speaking of that she’d have to recharge it soon. Hopefully there would at least be a station to do that instead of having to use her own magic again; electricity magic not being her forte, she still felt drained from the last recharge.

She looked up at the door again, still no response. Well, trying one last time wouldn’t hurt, right? She reached a hand up but before she could touch the button, the door opened just enough to reveal what was presumably Gwen.

“What do you want?” His voice was gruff with a slight rasp to it as if he didn’t use it often. And his face had the familiar angles and sharp planes unique to elves, his ears big and pointy. But his dark skin had an odd ashen cast to it that coupled with sunken eyes made him look almost like a corpse; a well preserved corpse but a corpse nonetheless. Elves didn’t normally look like that did they? Or at least none of the ones she’d seen did which wasn’t many but still.

It was rude to stare though so he quickly shook off her surprise and put on what was hopefully a polite smile. “Are you Gwen the necromancer?” If he had a surname, no one else alive seemed to know it.

“Yes. What do you want?” He was glaring at her now… or seemed to be. She didn’t quite trust herself to accurately read his expression especially when his tone was so flat.

“My name is Dr. Kiera Iska. I am a computer scientist, specializing in robots and AI engineering. I work for… or I guess actually I don’t work for anyone anymore because I quit my job to pursue a passion project of mine that I wasn’t allowed to work on with them.” More like was fired for trying to work on against orders but Gwen didn’t need to know that, right? “But, uh, anyway, that’s why I’m here. AI has come a long way in recent years but none of it is sapient. I think the key to creating a fully sapient self-aware AI is to create one with a soul. Which is where you, a master necromancer, reportedly particularly skilled in soul magics, come in. I propose we work together to create the world’s fist robot with a soul.”

He was oddly silent and still for several long moments before seemingly turning his attention back onto her. “I suppose I am sufficiently curious about if such an idea is possible. Come in.” He stepped back from the door, allowing her to enter.

It took all her self-control to do so with her best attempt at calm professionalism. She’d come so far, always worrying he’d decline, sending her back to square one. Most forms of soul magics being so largely frowned upon, people who were particularly skilled in it weren’t common. But he’d agreed to hear her out, without much need for convincing too, what luck! She could just about vibrate with joy. At long last her dream was going to come true… or soon to be forever shattered if it was proved to be an impossibility. Either way though she would soon know for sure.

Inside, the place smelled like a crypt or how Kiera would imagine a crypt to smell; like stone and old death. Visually though, it looked like a fairly standard living room; carpeted floor, and a couch and coffee table sat in middle of the room. The curtains were opened, allowing the sun in as the only source of light, leaving the hallway leading off somewhere in mostly darkness. Against one wall was a structure that resembled a large cat tree that branched off to take up that whole wall. Perched on it, about midway up, was a dragon, one of the small breeds. Sleek with black shiny scales, she flicked her tongue out as Kiera took a step closer.

“You’re a werewolf,” Gwen said as he closed the door.

Kiera snapped back around to face him. It hadn’t been a question but instead a statement. “How do you know?”

“She can smell it on you.” He gestured towards the dragon. They were soul-bonded then. Which made sense, most magic heavy creatures that lived with people were. That was news to her though. All of the tales that persisted about Gwen’s deeds – many no doubt exaggerated by time – before he’d vanished from the public sphere never mentioned a dragon. Was his disappearance related to acquiring her? Or had he just kept her secret for some reason? Or was she just not significant enough for anyone to mention when talking about Gwen?

“Anyway,” he continued as if unbothered by that revelation, “if we are going to be working on this idea of yours, what is your preferred way of being referred to?”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Gender and the words that indicate it. You’re a human so presumably that stuff matters to you.”

Right, yeah, elf society had a different way of viewing gender and sex and sexuality and other things, related and not. Not an expert in human society, let alone anyone else’s, Kiera didn’t know much about all what. Perhaps she should’ve tried to learn a little more before trying so hard to impress an elf enough to work with her. Too late now though. Thankfully it wasn’t looking like impressing him mattered as much as she’d thought it might.

“I’m a woman so feminine language I guess. Uh, what about you?”

“Most people use masculine language but I don’t really care. Now, tell me more about this idea of yours.” He took a step closer, looming over and looking down at her with his sunken eyes. The smell of preserved death clung to him, possibly even more than it did the house in general. It wasn’t as bad as a full-blown rotting smell but was still a bit nauseating. Such was a to be expected from a necromancer though, huh?

Kiera took a small step back. “You’re really interested in it, huh? Not that I’m complaining or anything. I just thought that I’d have to work harder to even get you to listen to me about it.” While various forms of magic were closely linked with all the various fields of science, the folk who practiced the forms that weren’t didn’t often associate with the likes of Kiera.

Gwen shrugged. “I’ve never thought much about robots and whether or not they could have souls before. I’m curious about if it’s possible. And I’ve got nothing better to do currently so I’m willing to listen.”

Well, unsettling face and unpleasant smell or not, this was the exact opportunity Kiera had come here looking for. Gwen was supposedly one of the best of the best necromancers which was why she’d chosen to hunt him down for this project. So taking a deep breath – but not too deep lest she gag – she launched into an explanation of all the work she’d already put into this project and what exactly she needed from him.

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The end goal was a create a robot with its own soul. As suspected though, the first steps to reaching that goal meant creating a robot that could be controlled by a soul. As Kiera’s research had said and Gwen confirmed, a soul placed into an inorganic object had at best very limited control of it. Making the handful of spells that could accomplish such a thing more a means of trapping souls either for punishment, torture, or some other unethical purpose than anything else. Which was why Kiera had had to lose her job in order to pursue this project; few others would condone it.

Though upon each failed prototype, Gwen released the soul they’d used to test it with no argument. And so it hardly caused harm to anyone living or dead. A handful of souls being trapped in metal bodies for only a handful of hours in the name of science was hardly an issue, right? And yeah, maybe messing around with souls at all was not the most moral of things to be doing but sometimes sacrifices needed to be made in order for scientific advancements to occur no matter what anyone else had to say about it.

The more they worked on the project and the more adjustments made to Kiera’s robot design, the more obvious it became that not only did it need to be powered through the usual magical means, it needed to have magic built into its form and code as well. Gwen, though not an expert in such magics was a still of great assistance in helping Kiera figure out how to do that. And thus a bit longer than year or so after she’d first approached Gwen with her project idea…

Shortly after Gwen had finished casting his altered soul-trapping spell, the robot – shaped to resemble a human because they were primarily using human souls in their experiments as they were the most abundant – lit up. Nothing new there, the last few attempts had done that as well but the soul hadn’t been able to control the bot well enough to be considered a success.

“Where am I?” The voice was feminine with only a hint of being robotic.

Gwen not being a people person and only in this for how it related to his own soul magic studies, stepped back, allowing Kiera to take his place by the work-table. She put on a smile as she did so though she didn’t quite dare hope this was a full success yet.

“Hello. I’m Kiera and this is my colleague,” and maybe friend, she wasn’t really sure with how distant and laconic he liked to be even while otherwise being mostly pleasant to work with, “Gwen. He and I are…”

“Him, I know. He handled me… my soul.” She could hear, another good sign for sure. “Yes, he handled my soul. I could feel it. Am I a ghost now? I’m more aware of the physical world than I have been in a long time. I’m not alive though. I can tell.”

“Can you move?” Kiera’s hopes were raising but this was always the breaking point. The last few had been able to communicate but the most movement the best prior attempts had been able to do was turning the robot’s head from side to side and twitching everything else.

“Hmm.” The robot’s body twitched and shuddered for a few seconds before… she firmly closed one hand and then the other. Then she sat up in an almost fluid motion and looked around at Gwen’s basement before settling her gaze on Kiera. “Yes.”

This was promising advancement if nothing else. If this turned out to not be a full success after all, such an attempt should be soon. Which would mark only the first step towards Kiera’s final goal but a large one. “Stand up, stand up. Can you stand up and walk around. Oh and, uh, what’s your name by the way?” It’d be rude not to ask, right?

“Lucy.” She was looking down herself, turning her hands this way and that, flexing her fingers. Her robotic expression was hard to read though. Kiera would have to work on a more expressive face. Perhaps by making it a screen instead of relaying on attempting to replicate facial muscles. An idea to consider for later as Lucy carefully turned her body so her legs were dangling off the table, allowing her to slid off to her feet.

“What am I?” she asked as she looked back up at Kiera.

“A robot. We put your soul into a robot. Now, come on, come one. Walk around some if you can.”

Lucy hesitated for a few more seconds before obeying. Her steps were slow and unsteady at first but she quickly fell into the stride of it as she paced the length of the basement turned lab.

Kiera pumped a fist up into the air. “We did it!” She turned around, opening her arms up to give Gwen a victory hug. Though was stopped by him taking a step back and raising a hand up to block her. She took that hand instead and gave it hearty shake. His bones cracked and popped in what would be a disconcertingly loud way if he weren’t an undead corpse and thus prone to that kind of thing anyway. “We did it!” she repeated, unable to restrain herself.

“We sure did.” Gwen rescued his hand from her and with a practiced maneuver, popped his wrist back into place. “Congrats to us. We discovered an entirely different form of immortality.”

“It’s not enough though. This is only the first step. Now we need to create a robot that’s going to form its own soul. If we can anyway but since even this was in question and now has been proven doable I’m sure we can. If you are willing to continue working on this with me anyway.” Because working with him on this had proven beyond a shadow of a doubt she couldn’t do it without him or someone equally as skilled, which few folk were.

“I continue to have nothing better to do. And at this point I and Vyla are invested so yes, this is only the first step.”

“Awesome! Great! You’re great. Thank you!” Kiera forced herself to only give him a light affectionate fist bump on the arm before turning back to Lucy. She owed it to her to explain the full situation and then ask if Lucy wanted to remain in the robot or would prefer to go back to her rest in the realm of Death that she’d been plucked from.

Though, no matter what Kiera needed her to stay in the robot for a while longer to ensure everything remained functional so hopefully that wouldn’t be an issue. But once they were sure of that, Kiera and Gwen could start working on the next part; creating an AI with its own soul. Maybe it was a bad idea to have high hopes of achieving that but how could she not with her first success still obediently pacing the the room. Her dream was just around the corner and she just had to snatch it.

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An unphased celebration of tender masculinity and a dissection of grief opening Friday at the Kan-Kan Cinema, All of Us Strangers features one of 2023’s best performances — from Andrew Scott as Adam, a man who mysteriously encounters his parents although they died many years ago. Scott’s performance alone is worth the investment of time and money even as the film doesn’t quite work as a whole.

Based on Taichi Yamada’s novel Strangers (and previously adapted in 1988 as The Discarnates by famed House director Nobuhiko Obayashi), Andrew Haigh’s adaptation (Weekend, 45 Years) replaces Yamada’s heterosexual couple with a male same-sex couple. After a trip to his childhood home, Adam encounters a couple younger than himself (played by Jamie Bell and Claire Foy) — a couple that we soon learn are actually his parents, who died in a car wreck in the 1980s when Adam was merely a kid. The supernatural intervention in Adam’s life comes shortly after he spawns a new relationship with his drunk and flirty neighbor, Harry (Paul Mescal), a mysterious, angelic ghost of a man.

The short introductory message from Haigh talks about the theme and power of love, a message hard to miss in the film itself. The love is a strange love, though. Adam has a series of charged conversations about his sexuality with the ghost-memories of his parents, people who are truly of their time. These scenes, as well as those of Adam and Harry together, completely fill the screen with skin: faces, hands, bodies, all of which emphasize the physical and sexual nature of humanity. Post-coming out, Adam’s love is an instantly transformative love. He makes his father and mother people of the modern world, which is to say he makes them capable of queer acceptance and same-sex relationships (though they do so only with slight discomfort).

Because his parents aren’t real and are only figments of Adam’s imagination, this isn’t really love but a wishful self-reflection projected onto fading memories. He needs to convince himself that had his parents been people of this time as well as their time, had they lived into the present, then they would surely embrace their son regardless of his sexuality and that their homophobia would be erased with the advent of the 21st century. Adam’s memories of them require politically correct reimagining, an easy escape from actual, critical reflection on parental love. It’s a depressing tool of self-maintenance that cripples the natural stages of grief.

The “supernatural” conceit is often overpowered by the emotional significance of the memories. Adam’s distortion of his memories of his parents is sickening, which is disturbingly portrayed with a misplaced sweetness or, in the case of Adam’s relationship with Harry, humor.

In one particularly disheartening scene, Harry offers Adam a powder to snort at a nightclub, and only after Adam snorts the drug does Harry say, “I think that was Ketamine,” to which Adam responds with a soft “Oh.” The two lines landed like a joke with this viewer’s audience rather than a troubled cry of addiction. I honestly think either could have been intended, but I don’t think the two are compatible interpretations of the scene. Apparently, The Discarnates incorporates horror into the premise — a creative direction that feels more well-suited to the story being told than the celebration of facile reflection on parent-child relationships.'

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who is your audience?

Whenever we work on a design project, my design tutors welcome us in an auditorium and give us some direction, always emphasizing "think about your audience", and I do this through bitten teeth. And now, when I am writing something and do it without anyone looking through my shoulder I dismiss the good old tip about audience, and I am sure that my tutors would like to choke me with a Macbook charger for doing it. But to keep them from committing a crime against a 21-year-old I would like to say that even though I don’t think about people who will read me potentially, I am considering how to communicate with them. My choice is to talk to them as if they were my little sisters. And as the oldest of the three I got into a role of delivering the bitter truth when needed, and wiping their tears when no one is there to do it and biting them slightly - not out of maliciousness, but out of love, because according to three of us, the sisterhood is all about teasing, stealing lipsticks and hugging right the second you see each other. Therefore, it seems fitting to say something I said to my sister some time ago.

The bitter truth that I have shared with my sister who tends to idealise others time and time again is that “no one is as flawless as you think”. But she still believes that everyone gets things done easily while she has to grind for each task. She looks at me with some slight jealousy every time I had to do something related to art, as everything gets done “perfectly” (if such thing even exists” without the smallest hindrance. And she didn’t see the hours I spent by an easel or hoovering above some old table in art school, how many times I spent £20 on a boring exhibition and the amount of books I had to read just to finish a sentence in an essay. She doesn’t see how miserable I am in the kitchen from time to time, or how bad I am with sports, can’t tell which side is left or right, and that I am so pathetic with everything related to driving that I have decided not to even try to get a licence. In spite of the fact that she seems to focus on my better side (owning 6 fur coats and looking amazing in them), I have faith that one day, she will internalise what I say and understand that everyone struggles.

I actually believe that before we draw the first breath upon arrival into this world, we get a set of tools. And each day we use that set to overcome unavoidable obstacles.

Imagine a competition between two people: one has a teaspoon, the other has a shovel, and the first task is to dig a hole. Sure, the shovel is better suited to that, but what happens when the next day comes and you both compete in dessert eating? Do you think the person owning a shovel doesn’t envy your elegant, engraved silver spoon?

And my little sister doesn’t hear me when I praise her for her ability to understand chemistry and her skills to keep every single plant on this planet alive. But she likes my self-cut little fringe even though she has fabulous hair herself. Of course, the grass is always greener on the other side, but I hope that one day she realises the beauty and potential of the grass on her own side, especially considering her immaculate talent to keep every small plant flourishing.

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Title: Fading Blossom in the Sand (Chapter 8) Status: In Progress Pairing: Kyo x Iori (in later chapters), MaleOC x Cannon character(one-sided) Characters: Kyo Kusanagi, Shingo Yabuki, Iori Yagami, Chizuru Kagura, Dr.Makishima, Male Original Character, Leona Heidern, Yukari Rating: 18+ (Rape, non-con, tentacles, tentacle rape, dubcon, blackmail, NTR/Netorare/cheating) Summary: It’s 24XX, one of Resistance Force members, Kyo, was sent to investigate abandoned NESTS spaceship. The very little he would know that this place is not so lonely…

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Couple days has passed and there were no signs of that professor or his assistant, not even a single spirit bothered to show up to check Kyo. However, right now even the slightest noise outside door made him alerted and anxious. These black circles under his eyes were as a proof of sleepless nights and his growing hunger weakens this brunette. Yet he knew that he can’t give up so easy - he have to figure out how to escape from this place. But for now, he just curled into the ball in his bed and slowly closed his eyes.

All of sudden the noise of opening door made him immediately sit up. Once again a familiar couple shown up, however, it seems that this Nemu person was holding a tray with food and drinks. Like in his usual manner, Kurama speaks up in calm voice ‘‘How are you feeling? I hope that you managed to calm down.’’, this professor only chuckles ‘‘My, you don’t need to give such a look. I figured out that you would want something. Here.’’, now his assistant approaches Kyo and leaves tray next to him and returns to her professor side. ‘‘You need to regain your strength-’’, just now this Kusanagi straightforwardly asks ‘‘How is Shingo? If anything happened to him, I’ll make sure all sickos like you won’t recover any time soon! Even cowardly hiding behind this woman won’t save you!’’.

This silverhead sighs and after he swooshes his hair recklessly replies ‘‘You sure are so energetic like last time…I wonder how long you going to keep up like this. Well, as for that boy…No changes, aside that he started to say singly words during his sleep. He sure care about you, Kusanagi-kun…Poor little guy. But I heard that someone mentioned that a day or two and his life support might be disconnected. Unless…’’ now he fixes his glasses and further addresses this brunette, but with slight malice ‘‘I could try to over-talk doctor Makishima and make her reconsider this decision, if you are willing to cooperate with us. Don’t worry, as soon as your little friend recovers, we will erase his memory and release him, there is no use of him. On other hand, you do seem show a high potential. So, from now on, let’s get along.’’.

Now Kurama bends and stretches his hand towards this brunette while Nemu silently observes it. Even if her face might be indifferent, but she just narrows her gaze. However, Kyo furrows his eye-brows and brushes away this man’s hand ‘‘How can I trust you? Show me a proof! ’’, but this silverhead gets serious and now from his coat’s pocket picks up couple of recent date photos and answers ‘‘I guessed that you might ask about this. Look, I even went through all this troubles just for you.’’ after handling a photos Kyo studies them. Certainly, the person resting inside capsule and having oxygen mask, looked similar to the same junior soldier, who went on this mission with him. Kyo just lower his head and returns these photos, however, even then Kurama adds ‘‘You have couple hours left before procedure. In meantime, why don’t you have something to eat or drink.’’ now he looks towards his assistant ‘‘…Let’s go, Nemu.’’, this woman sighs and nods leaves with her adored professor.

After they left, this brunette just punches nearest wall and curses. Kyo has never felt such a strong self-hatred before, he wanted to disappear instantly without a trace. However, right now his dry throat reminded about his biological needs and he rushes to open the bottle of water, which was on the tray and chugs it with such a greed. Yes, it was dripping everywhere around his mouth, but this water tasted so good like it was a blessing for deserted person.

Two hours has passed, however, this time instead of that annoying scientist, a couple men in black suits and wearing these stainless iron masks shows up. Without a telling a word, they approach Kyo and now all of sudden he was pressed against the bed. He was suffocating on the pillow yet tried to catch as much air as he could, but one of these people were keep pressing him hard against this bed. The bed was creaking from such a pressure. Right now, his arms were forcibly crossed on his back and it was followed by a clicking noise. A cold pair of steel cuffs were tightly putted on his wrists and feet.

Just now that crushing feeling was gone and his head being now forcibly yanked up. This brunette was still deeply breathing and each savored gulp of air was so value but that pain when he was grabbed by scalp the only made him more pathetic. Were they enjoyed his suffering? Who knows what kind of expression they hold behind these guards…However, once they made Kyo stand on his feet, he was dragged from this room - one guard was holding his right arm and another one, his left. This brunette was nothing than a prisoner and now he was leaded in this long corridor to greet his punishment.

After long wondering through corridors and going down to lower floor of this laboratory. Finally, this Kusanagi was pushed inside the operation room and left under the care of the squad of surgeons. The beaming light from above made them look like threatening shadows of the beasts, who looked down on Kyo like he was just a small animal. Right now the arms of these people has stretched to grab him and place on cold iron examination table.

It was too bright and this brunette instinctively closes his eyes and could feel his heart beating faster. Two surgeons were from left side and other from right. They worn face masks and caps, along with glasses, which reflected Kyo lying on this table. Hell, there were not a single word and it only made this atmosphere more intense. Now the fifth surgeon, who picked a thick a ten centimeters length needle and a black color electric choker with at least half meter hanging very thin wire, this person orders in cold and strict tone ‘‘Lie him on stomach and make sure he won’t move.’’ while he was getting closed to Kyo, he clicks on choker and it opens.

However, now one of surgeons from right side asked ‘‘Should we at least use anesthetic before operation?’’, but this senior surgeon replied ‘‘No need. In best case, he would survive only for couple more days. So, there is no need to waste drugs on scums like him. Just make sure he is not moving too much. One wrong move and his nervous system is beyond repairing.’’. Surely, it didn’t sounded so assuring to this Kusanagi, but now all sudden he felt a sharp pain on his nape and now he gasps. The thick needle was piercing his nape and now the surgeon was slowly pushing down the wire through inserted needle. Nevertheless, Kyo’s face was twisting in agony. After all, a cold and sharp foreign body was slowly going down his spine. He tried to hold back by gritting his teeth and not to shed any tears, at least maybe only this way he would not let these people enjoy his unbearable suffering.

The time was like slow down by several times during this procedure. An hour has passed and finally this wire nearly reached his lower back. Right now the surgeon asked one of fellow assistants to pass him a smaller pliers. After pushing out needle from Kyo’s nape, this surgeon carefully cuts the needle and now finishes to push down wire until the choker touches this brunette’s nape. When another assistant passed him a tweezers which holds a cotton-ball soaked in alcohol. After carefully cleaning around the bleeding area, this cotton-ball was removed and now dyed in light red.

Lastly, the choker was fixed and now it properly attached for this brunette, who didn’t bothered to move, just blankly starred where his head was resting on soaked from his tears and saliva table. However, it seems that the door of this room was opened and it seems a familiar doctor entered. Makishima in her usual manner kept her hands in medical pocket and just silently observed this Kusanagi without any concern or emotion like he was just a mere disposable testing subject and now she addresses senior surgeon ‘‘Well done. Don’t forget to remove cuffs and send him back to isolation unit.’’ and with she leaves the operation room.

After awhile couple of nurse assistants returned this brunette in the camp bed back to his room, where that silverhead professor and his assistant were waiting. Before he was transferred back to bed, one of the nurse assistants gave a pile of documents to Kurama and once they done with transferring, they left. This silverhead only sighs and smiles while looking down on Kyo who was lying. ‘‘Welcome back. You did well.’’ gently says this professor and before leaving, he added ‘‘Tomorrow we would need to test some of your reflexes, so, rest, you deserve it.’’.

This brunette was left alone in his cell and after couple hours he finally managed to regain control over his body and now he touches over his new choker. After realizing that from a proud soldier he become nothing more than a toy in someone’s hands, he just stares at ceiling as he remembers one certain redhead. Probably Yagami was still chilling out somewhere in Headquarters or already was sent to another mission. But this should be keep him busy for awhile and distracted, right? or so hoped this brunette. Kyo just sighs, probably after his unexpected disappearance during the mission, in the Resistance Force’s data base his status was changed to ‘deceased’. However, this kind of thought strangely comforts this brunette, at least being known as killed sounded much more appealing…

Even so, what would Iori would do by knowing about his supposed-to-be death? Definitely, this fellow soldier won’t sit with his head hanging down, that’s for sure. Of course, like heck, this stubborn idiot would acknowledge that! Right now Kyo was more concerned of what can happen of Yagami once he lost control of his emotions. It was nearly impossible to wake him back to his senses and only singly people in whole Resistance base are able to do it.

Therefore, this redhead might try something reckless as chasing down this brunette even to the most distant corners of universe. Yes, once Iori was determined about something, even his own death meant nothing to him, it would just get in his way. So, this redhead won’t calm down until he will find a proof by himself and this is what Kyo was afraid of. Very least this brunette would want to be found by him as a mere tool in someone’s hands and how he is being treated.

Despite that, Kyo wanted to see him again, even if for brief moment, maybe even if it was too much to ask for. Even a short voice transmission would be more than enough right now. That’s right, like back in the day when they used to that pretty often when one or another were on mission. Besides, keeping in touch was this brunette’s idea. After all, this was the only way to keep safe Iori from reckless behaviour and it seems it works pretty well - knowing that Yagami become more calm and safe, surely, assured Kyo as well. So, even as small detail as hearing each other’s voice thanks to private transmissions was more than enough. Nevertheless, somehow it was even strangely comforting that seeing how Yagami has even started to open up for him.

On other hand, this redhead also started to act more strangely and that behaviour surely can be irritating sometimes. The way how he looked at this brunette - why he must use such a demanding and curious gaze like expecting something to happen. However, this redhead stubbornly keeps insisting that it was only this brunette’s imagination. Yet in this case, Kyo might never knew what causes such a weird behavior of Iori. After all, he can be disposed any moment - if not today, then tomorrow and etc. But for now, this brunette crashes into bed. It was still aching around his nape and spine, but it’s not as bad as before. And thus another restless night begins.

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The bernedoodle is a cross between a Bernese mountain range pet and a dog. It's additionally named Bernese Mountain Girl because of being the only one of its kind, and it's not a big dog breeder of large, fluffy white labradors so maybe there would be some enthusiasm. This pet dog receives the label coming from its name that you can checked out about on the Google graphic of its in the front yard or the title of an owner of this breed. This hybrid mixtures the ingenious silliness of the dog, with the composed devotion of the Bernese. The Bernese's love the Poodles, and when asked to get it, the Bernese would claim, 'I'll take it!'. The poodles at Köln provide us a very different technique to a dog and its owners. A new appearance, along with an initial look helped make coming from the dog's feathers, will definitely be posted through the end of the year.

What’s additional, the bernedoodle is low to non-shedding, and is a risk-free bet for the majority of folks along with allergies. When it produces a distinction, you get this one that is frequently a quite good package. What are some various other advantages of the Buffalo Wild Wings Wings? Buffalo Wild Wings can be eaten prepared at house, made use of as fast food items, and provided chilly. I feel the bernedoodle is the best buddy pet. It's like my little bit of canine who just likes to possess a area in their yard. She's truly not a badie. And she never ever goes in for badie talk. Her 1st response is consistently fired up because she's been right here before. Also merely a little bit of little like my pet dog! Her face always appears truly fired up! And her rear and feets always look charming like I'd never ever found one previously! Although several are spectacular, they are not multiplied for the show band. In reality, they are the highest amount of performance that the individual body system can easily handle, and can easily just be sustained through sturdy guys, such as sportsman, competitor, and fighter-bully. Related Source Here provide a efficiency comparable to three to four times as a lot weight as a girl, which is a lot even more than also a man. No male can easily create a woman raise the exact same height as a male. They are suggested to be at your edge no matter whether you are exploring, snowshoeing, or being located on the couch enjoying a motion picture. I have individually went up several terrific mountain ranges and lots of fantastic opportunities. To placed that into viewpoint for instance, I was standing out in the snowfall, and the whole entire opportunity as they were not so very clear. The folks inside the outdoor tents were not conscious that I was certainly there. The people around me were not even aware that the fellas was right here. Their only project is to be your best pal. Now you are out certainly there trying to confirm how privileged you may be through being your finest person. Don't be a rascal; you'll be much better than he is. This helps you to build into the best. This gets you the greatest of you and that you are a excellent person. 6-9. Self-Discovery We regularly require to begin along with self-discovery to feel far better regarding ourselves. The genes coming from the parent breeds combine in distinct techniques, and it’s forever fascinating to observe what each trash makes.The two largest differences, both in the kind and the formative stages of the type’ are the shortage of guys, and the absence of females—in enhancement to the a lot more usual (but a lot more recent and usually bewildered, all-female) pair-bases.The significant trouble with the current study is a number of slight (somewhat surface) distinctions. That mentioned, prospective owners need to comprehend that there may be a lot of variation in a hybrid trash, and must as a result opt for a dog breeder who may aid match them with the absolute best pet dog for their situations. The new proprietors may have to take some time to look at the various accessible choices (some household pets might not be all set for regular trash), and it's up to the breeder to decide how many he or she may have left behind accessible prior to the end of the year. Purebreds might be the preferred option for folks who prefer of a routine. Most folks, and even very most well established individuals, fall in to four groups. The first individual is identified by excellent (incl. great purposes, credibility) and good-spirited self-consciousness (i.e., they don't have to have an debate). The 2nd person is defined through great mental intellect (i.e., the highest point is consistently great). When I was writing descriptions of my canines, I was attacked by the congruity of the traits one of the purebreds. I was attacked once once more through an variance of the dogs I recognized; I was struck once again through the variant of kinds within the two households; the design of breed-specific characteristics was the design that I felt I had observed all over a whole lot of dogs. These observations led me to think that my pets are different from the extra preferred assortments of young puppies as a result of to this lack of a trait. Along with some slight variants, one well-bred Berner is quite identical to the next: wonderful, caring, and restful. This has to be a sturdy Berner. The one to take a swing at is this German Shepherd, a very skilled and faithful guard that appears very well-bred but quite unsatisfactory at managing in order to take the next big assault. An various other crucial factor is that Berner pet dogs are much better at understanding that the human beings are trying to kill the human beings. One well-bred dog is likewise very similar to the following: spirited, smart, and silly. Most man, and/or male-to-female pups are either malevolent or terrible in their attributes (in both of her scenarios, either) and are going to often show their fears or disappointments without turning to physical violence or ruthlessness. It is additionally popular for a women canine to have aggressive and heartless behaviors.

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i just saw a dog and it reminded me of my headcanon that suki is afraid of dogs

anyways. suki is afraid of dogs.

#i stand by this #is this slight self-projection??? we don’t need to talk about that #yes this is mostly concerning the #you happened verse #but like… still #suki dislikes polar bear dogs too #i have a lot of feelings lol #suki #corey rambles:)