#let the record state that no i don't ship these two

[keyotos]

i'm unglued, thanks to you

summary ⎯ reader is sick as a dog. unexpectedly, wriothesley comes to the rescue.

tana talks ⎯ originally this wasn't going to be very long. but SICK FIC SICK FIC SICK FIC

"on the count of three, you're gonna blow," wriothesley holds the tissue up to your nose, gently holding the back of your head upright, "one. two. three."

you use all the muscles in your face to blow into the tissue, even going so far as to lean upwards due to the force. wriothesley takes the tissue and throws it into the trash, then quickly goes to grab another one.

as you watch wriothesley rummage through the cabinets for a tissue box (you've gone through an entire one in the span of 1 hour) you mentally scold yourself. you never get sick⎯it's a personal record at this point⎯yet this week has broken that record by turning you into a sick dog.

really what happened was that you were tending to your duties in the prison: delivering supplies, shipping items, and packaging items to be sent as mail. is it a mundane job? oh absolutely⎯but it pays the bills and keeps you steady, so you don't have much to complain about.

what you expected from this job was going back and forth, packaging items, and basic delivery. what you did not expect was catching the worse cold of the century. your bones ached, your head wasn't focused, and you nearly dropped everything you held. so much so that the duke of meropide even had to check up on you.

which begs the question, how did you end up in the duke's office rather than the infirmary? well, he took you here himself. you, being in a scatter-brained state of mind, thought he would be taking you to sigewinne. and now, you are in the duke's personal care.

"good job," wriothesley with a cup and a tissue box. as he hands you the full box, you hoarse out your thanks as you sink lower into the couch.

you blow once again, trying not to get your snot onto the duke's personal couch. that would be embarrassing, and you were sure that he would never let you live the moment down. alas, you weren't sure he'd let you forget the time he personally pampered you either.

"you really didn't need to do all of this," you threw the tissues in the other empty box, "i was fine."

"you looked like you were about to pass out," he brings the warm cup towards your face. his fingers, rough and calloused, delicately tilt your head up.

"drink," he commands. though, there were no tints of dominance in his voice, only concern. just between the two of you, wriothesley's voice softened. his usual authoritative and magisterial tone dissipated, now replaced with conscientiousness and tact.

you shook your head, "i hate tea."

wriothesley sighed; not out of annoyance, but out of habit. the familiar ring of breath was commonly heard: you were very vocal about your dislike for his favorite drink.

"is now really the time to be stubborn?"

"always. especially when it's with you," you snickered. embarrassingly, your snicker quickly turned into a coughing spasm, and you had to turn your head away from wriothesley's as you coughed into your elbow. if you stopped listening to the sound of your sickness, you'd be able to hear the grand duke of meropide chuckle.

"if anything," the duke set your cup down on the coffee table, "that should've been enough to convince you to stop being stubborn. will coffee really give you the same results as tea?" wriothesley skeptically asked you.

you let out one last cough, a smaller one than the last few you had. your hand grabs the tea cup on the counter and you blow over the hot liquid. you can feel wriothesley's eyes lingering on you; you can especially feel the smirk growing on his face as he watches you take your first sip. normally, you don't give in to wriothesley's ideas: however, you are sick and you have no other choice. soldiers can't win all their battles anyway, right?

the warm liquid soothes your rough throat as you gulp it all down in one go. surprisingly, it's less hot than you thought it would be. the tea seems to be made at the exact same temperature you make your coffee. only, you don't tell anyone how to make your coffee.

you finish the drink and look up at wriothesley, about to question him on how he managed to heat your drink at the perfect temperature. but he moves first, his thumb wiping remnants of tea around the corner of your mouth.

"good job," he keeps his voice low. his expression is fond, eyebrows slightly crinkled and relaxed eyes.

you open your mouth to say something back, to ask him how he learned to make your tea, to ask him how he learned you; alas, your sickness got the better of you, and you lunged for the tissue box as a huge sneeze erupted out of you.

oh dear. how embarrassing.

wriothesley stays as you blow out all the nerves in your nose into a few sheets of tissue paper. it's an unattractive sight, to say the least. he's a better person than you: you would have walked away.

once wriothesley realizes you're almost done with your blaring, he grabs your empty cup and starts to walk towards the stairs leading to the rest of his office. but you have other plans. other questions that desperately need answers, like why you're here instead of the infirmary; why he's taking such good care of you; why he's doing this.

"wait!" you throw your tissue onto the coffee table and wrap your hand around his empty one. was it unsanitary? definitely; yet, wriothesley grabbed back immediately.

"what's wrong?" he asked urgently, his eyes traveling your body as he searched for any signs of problems.

for a moment, you didn't respond. you blamed it on the hoarseness of your voice: yeah, that was it. but it wasn't.

you were about to cough (you weren't).

you were about to sneeze (you weren't).

"uh," you swallow, your hold getting loose as you turn your body away from him, "can you stay?"

when your hand was about to slip out of his, wriothesley pulled it back in. his thumb⎯the same thumb that wiped the tea off your face⎯ran over the top of your hand, a silent pledge that he would stay. he sets your cup down and you move to make room for him. though, with the massive amount of room you gave for wriothesley, he still finds a way to be close to you, regardless of your sickness.

with how close you two are sitting, wriothesley's leg is almost intertwined with yours. he turns his body so he can fully face you; he doesn't even shy away from the fact that he may become ill as well.

"did you need anything?" he asks. his voice⎯which should echo due to the both of you being in the quiet office⎯is quiet. and you notice that he's leaning closer, only for you to be able to hear him. funny, being that the two of you are the only ones in his office at the moment. regardless, he's close.

you freeze. try to focus on anything but him. put your mind back on track. you feel foolish: pulling wriothesley towards you only to be rendered speechless when he actually comes beside you. your fingers drum from beside you, working their way to help you figure out what to say next.

"my body isn't functioning properly," you sniffle, following with a light hearted smile. you want to wince right after the words leave your mouth. "i need a caretaker." i need you.

wriothesley, who is always full of sarcastic and cheeky retorts, nods. he is aware of what you meant. he knows what it meant. that's why instead of brushing you off with a small chuckle, he shifts towards you even more and grabs a blanket from one of the couch cushions he was sitting on.

you try not to squirm when his cold hands graze your back as he puts a pillow underneath you. wriothesley slowly ushers you until you are flat on your back. he pulls your legs into his lap, and you have to hold your breath so you don't begin coughing again. it was so easy. so casual. it was as if you two were more than just consumer and supplier.

now is a good time to probably ask him questions, you thought to yourself. but once you look back up at him, you find that you've lost your tongue. because when he looks down at you, it's like all you can see are stars. and to think this was the same man who was attempting to pour tea into your mouth just a few seconds ago.

"how are you feeling?" he is the first one to break the silence. the first one to initiate anything.

you tuck yourself further into the blanket, "better, i think." you look at wriothesley, who was looking at your legs on his lap. you part your mouth to say something, but you close your lips and turn your body the other way.

you gnaw on your lip, wrapping the blanket more tightly around yourself. wriothesley's hands lie softly on your calves. you feel your breathes getting sharper and shorter at the proximity, and you squeeze your eyes shut as a way to tell your body to stop.

after a few minutes, you feel a stare crawling up your body. it trickles from your legs, to your back, to your head. you know who the culprit is, there is no need to turn back. but it still surprises you. wriothesley is still there. he's there even in the silence. he's there even when he doesn't need to be. he's here.

if you turn around right now, what will he look like? will wriothesley look dazed? annoyed? lost? will he have that gaze in his eyes⎯the one where his eyes lower just slightly that you can tell he's at ease? or will he accessorize his pinched look with crossed arms?

you take a deep breath (as deep as you can get without being blocked by congestion), trying to make your respirations as quiet as possible. then, you shuffle your body so you lie on your back instead of your side.

when you look up at him, he is shamelessly staring at you. you meet his stare with a strong gaze, and wriothesley tries to smile, but you can tell that it's faltering. he swallows as your eyes dance around his face, studying it like a textbook.

"you should probably get some rest," wriothesley pulls a pillow from his side of the couch and lends it to you. your hand reaches out to grab the pillow and your fingertips brush. and for a moment, you find that wriothesley nearly takes your hand into his. however, he pulls away promptly, like you burned him.

with a few groans and coughs, you prop yourself up on the pillows he gave you. now, you two are on the same level. it should be the perfect time to ask him the questions from earlier, right? you've mauled over your feelings, had a few moments of silence to yourself, and you felt fine interacting with him.

so why is it that you can't bear to ask the question: why are you doing this for me?

you must be delirious. the cold is making you delirious. maybe the doctor mixed up your sickness and diagnosed you with a cold rather than a high fever, because there is no reason why you should be avoiding such a simple question.

you reach for the back of your neck, and you're burning up. strange, because you were feeling cold just a few moments ago. you look back to wriothesley, who was currently tapping the couch arm across from you.

"can i ask you something?" you say, breaking the long silence between the both of you.

his head instantly turns back around, "sure," he says a little too quickly.

"why..." you pause, picking at the couch fabric, "why did you choose to personally take care of me?"

wriothesley's hand drops from the couch arm. he looks off over to his desk and you can see him adjust his tie. your eyes follow wherever his are, attempting to decipher whatever he was doing.

finally, he turns back to you, "what if i just liked to take care of my favorite supplier?"

damn him; he answered your question with a question. you know that you probably shouldn't press on, especially if he is avoiding the question. but you have to know. why not bring you to sigewinne? why not send you back to the overworld? why sit here with you, doing nothing?

"first of all," you were cut off with a cough, "i'm your only supplier. second, would you do this for monsieur neuvillette?"

wriothesley's eyes bulged at the mention of neuvillette, "um, what?"

"i bet he's your favorite chief justice."

"he's the only chief justice."

"and would you take care of him the same way you took care of me?" you raise an eyebrow.

you imagine wriothesley will say something on the lines of, "that correlation made no sense," but he is quiet. the tips of his ears are slightly red, and he shoved his hands into his pant pockets.

"i'm guessing the answer is no?" you remove your legs off of wriothesley's lap and curl them into you. wriothesley's eyebrows slightly raise up due to the lost of contact. you pretend not to notice.

"i care about you," he looks down at the floor, and then turns back up, "i care a lot. so when i saw you on the verge of fainting⎯i just... i didn't want to leave you alone. it's not about tea either. i care for you.

plus, this is a way to reimburse you after you gave me all those free samples."

you understand. it clicks. wriothesley, who has never had a stable life. wriothesley, who did not have a good support system. wriothesley, who grew up in a careless household.

i care about you, i care for you. the back of your neck gets hotter, and this time you're unsure if it's a fever or something else.

"you don't have to pay me back for the samples. that's why they're free," you look down, your teeth biting the bottom of your lip to keep you from smiling.

"for the record, i give you those because i care about you too," you smile. it's not faltering. it's not fake. it's real, and it shows that you care.

your hand slides over to the side of wriothesley's thigh, urging his hand to intertwine with yours. you look at him again, lightly poking his thigh to send him the message.

wriothesley grabbed your hand like it was the last thing he ever needed before death. his thumb brushed over your hand again, and you feel yourself gulping.

"do you want to share the couch?" you lean back down on your back, removing one of the pillows and still holding onto wriothesley's hand.

"there's not gonna be enough room," wriothesley chuckles and scoots closer to you.

"i'll make enough room," you begin shuffling onto your side, creating a huge gap between the back of the couch and you.

"what if i get sick?" wriothesley jokes.

you playfully scoff back at him, "please. you've made it this far anyway," you turn onto your other side to see wriothesley, "come on. it'll be fine. we won't fall. you'd probably catch me in your sleep or something before i fall."

wriothesley pulls at his tie again, "fine. just this once," he says, even though he knows that this will be one of many.

your smile is enough to bring a year's worth of sunlight into the fortress of meropide. wriothesley doesn't see the sun often, but when he does, he is surprised it doesn't look like you.

wriothesley takes his spot behind you on the couch. you move to lay on the edge of the couch, but he pulls you closer just in case. you're a few centimeters away from his shirt; it seems like wriothesley is eager, yet still wants to maintain some distance.

his arms flop over your body as he buries his face into one of your (his) pillows. his head is right next to yours. for someone so cold (physically), his body temperature became warmer. you turn your head to the side so you can get a good look at him, but he's out like a light.

throughout the night, wriothesley's head shifts closer and closer to you. to others, like sigewinne, it seems like his body has a mind on his own: she found the two of you sleeping together in his office; she saw wriothesley's head buried in the crook of your neck; she saw his arms wrapped around your waist; and most of all, she saw that his face lit up, just like yours.

#tana writes (∗´ ᨔ `∗) #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin x you #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley x y/n #wriothesley x you #wriothesley #writing this while i'm sick with laryngitis #and a bad cough #bashful wriothesley? bashful wriothesley. #ending was mid whats new

[pixelatedtaken]

Alastor, Vox, and their Rivalry

...or the nothing it gave us

S1 Analysis

this is based on information the show's s1 gave us. this can and will most likely change once the next seasons release.

disclaimer: this is not a ship analysis. you can read it however you like, but it's not intended for ship purposes

SPOILERS AHEAD ↓

Even before Vox was introduced, it was made clear that Alastor has a... distaste for modern electronics. Even so, he seems to know how to navigate them. He's familiar with TVs and their mechanics, watching and making commercials.

So let's start with:

Radio vs. TV

By default, both represent different eras of media: the Radio and the TV.

It's a very old classical tale of old vs. new that to this day, there's debates on it. Alastor and Vox are exactly that. The debate of which is better. The old and reliable way or the new developed way. The one that doesn't appreciate the changes being made and the one who embraces it. A Radio Demon and a TV Demon.

And they are that simple old vs. new dynamic. Different but similar.

Alastor vs. Vox

Vox first gets mentioned through the title of the Vees by Sir Pentious. And even with Alastor's response, "Oh, nobody important." we're hinted at a dynamic, in this case indifference, which is mostly how Alastor tends to treat and act towards Vox. Mostly...

On the other hand, Vox is obsessed. From knowing that Alastor was gone for 7 years, the hate drawing, the 'fuck alastor' mug, the cameras, the ripped photo, you can even go as far as saying their outfits– he's not subtle about it.

As soon as Vox learns about Alastor's return, he has an overdramatic response with his nails digging into the table, voice changing, and his cameras instantly on Alastor. In general, Vox has cameras probably all over hell, but keeping an eye on Alastor is tricky when the man glitches every time he's being recorded etc, etc. This is also stated by the fact that in the 7 years Alastor had been gone, not even Vox knew where he was.

And Alastor is very aware of the fact that Vox is watching him. So aware that he even posed for the camera (you can argue all you want, he posed). Midly encouraging the behavior as such. Either by the pose or by saying that Vox needs to try harder in his endeavor.

This is where I say that Alastor is also obsessed. In a different way but not any less.

Here's a core attribute the two demons share: Attention.

They want attention, to be the center of it. And although Alastor barely, if at all, provides Vox with it... Vox certainly does provide to the fullest, and Alastor is more than happy to let it happen. With that being said, when Vox was broadcasting the tarnishing of his name, it was a different story. He went back to his tower as quickly as possible - grabbing a cup of coffee on his way - and more or less owned Vox's ass.

Speaking of the song, it's worth noting that Alastor perfectly responded to the part of the song that was never broadcasted, the beginning. It could have been for thematic purposes. It could have been that he somehow knew, the how alludes me.

Let's bring up a certain picture:

Throughout episode 2, much of their relationship was hinted and kept mostly hostile, but this picture gave a whole new meaning to it all.

Alastor, the demon that distorts devices and renders them unable to capture him on film, has a photograph taken of him without any glitches. And next to him in that photograph is none other than Vox.

Meaning:

Alastor allowed the picture to be taken.

Alastor and Vox were close.

They had formed a bond, and the closest thing we can call it, is a friendship. But between the then and the now, something broke that bond.

One thing could have been Alastor's dislike for modern technology vs. Vox's like for evolution, which could have played a role in their fallout. As such, a chain reaction of events begins to unfold.

If it was that dislike, resulting to disagreements, where it started or not, we don't know, but we do know that their relationship fell apart after Vox asked Alastor to join his team, and he refused. They became hostile towards each other, most likely beyond repair since, before Alastor disappeared, they had a fight.

We don't know how brutal the fight was, but we do have the line, "You still pissed he almost beat you that time?". Keyword: Almost. Alastor ALMOST beat Vox but decidedly did not. From Alastor's backstory, we know he's more than capable of defeating overlords without a second thought.

Here's a question: Why didn't he kill Vox?

Maybe it's for stupid reasons. Maybe it's not. Who knows, but we know that he didn't kill him and that Vox was resilient enough to not be easily beaten.

One thing is for sure, the picture re-contextualizes behaviors and actions.

Although at its core, their relationship is a rivalry, adding a possible friendship changes the initial view they gave us of them.

And I'll end it by saying that Alastor calls Vox 'old pal'. If that means something or absolutely nothing, I don't know.

BTW! Calling Alastor obsessed isn't in the same context as Vox. Alastor is obsessed with the never-ending attention while Vox is obsessed with Alastor himself. Just a clarification. Though I wonder how many people stuck this long to read, it's not like I'm saying something new here. I can't wait for all of this to be trashed and debunked somehow in the future.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin analysis #hazbin alastor #hazbin vox #hazbin spoilers #alastor #vox #radiostatic #staticradio #but not so much in a ship way but rather just an analysis of the relationship #the red/blue dynamic strikes my brain again #im just saying that they can be so very complex if you think about it #a rivarly that can give us something more #feel free to ignore #ok bye

[starryswitchy]

✨ if BTS were the bridge crew of a Star Trek ship ✨

I have spent an absolutely u n h i n g e d amount of time on this

setting this in the 2370s, on a Lotus Flower class starship (bc how could I not?) with an exploration mission LET'S GO

Captain Kim Namjoon (obviously). A Bajoran, deeply philosophical & anti-imperialist. Top of his Academy class, just made Captain. USS Bangtan is his pride & joy, but his real devotion is to his crew, especially his 7-man bridge crew. His typical uncool Captain hobby (they all have one) is reciting poetry.

XO Commander Jung Hoseok, 2nd in command. Human, curious & deceptively hardy. Joon's details guy. Runs the crew with an effective combination of terrifying strictness & genuine love. Might close his eyes & hold on tight during ship maneuvers, don't call attention to it. Idolised by the junior bridge crew.

Chief Engineer Min Yoongi. Human, but raised Caitian (his parents were Federation citizens living on Cait, he went to Caitian nursery and school, had all Caitian friends and babysitters). People find him impossible to read; this is partly by his design & partly bc his body language is literally catlike. Genius engineer who secretly loves being relied on for miracles, but complains constantly. Very protective. The earpiece is so he can listen to music while he works; you know things are really fucking serious if he takes it out.

Chief Medical Officer Lt. Commander Kim Seokjin. His job consists of saving lives and yelling at people for being excessively heroic. The only one who can overrule Joon, if medically necessary. Enjoys spending time on the bridge making unhelpful jokes. Has ALL the best holosuite programmes. Told half the ship that the old-fashioned glasses are just for show because he likes the vintage aesthetic and the other half that they've got state-of-the-art micro-scanners for instant diagnostic information relay. Actually he's short-sighted but doesn't want to tell his patients he hasn't gotten around to getting that fixed yet.

Chief Comms Officer Lieutenant Park Jimin. Human-Betazoid, with empathetic psychic abilities. The ship's literal mood-maker. Adores his job, which he sees as "getting the whole galaxy to like him". Absolutely fantastic at first contact. Inseparable from Tae; they were the only two half-humans in their Academy class. Jimin had a harder time at school, despite not standing out so much visibly, and has absolutely flourished now he's found his place.

Chief Tactical Officer Lieutenant Kim Taehyung. Human-Orion & more than willing to use anti-Orion prejudices to manipulate situations. He plays up his sexy, sultry, vague persona, but his crew knows he's exceptionally hard to deceive or outmanoeuvre. Deadly loyal, especially to Jimin. Has a reputation for bending the rules, but it's hard to argue with his results.

Helmsperson Ensign Jeon Jungkook. Vulcan, very physically strong, mildly confused by everyone. Ace pilot, set Academy records in piloting & martial arts. It's his first day on the job, first ship, first crew, & he's so determined to impress his hyungs he's kinda scaring them!

#bts fanart #bts fanfic #bts #bts AU #TrekTan #Star Trek AU #serious I spent so long on this #like a really really ridiculous amount of time #but I love these images #and hey I'm on holidays #what are holidays for if not for creating weird BTS AUs

[redmyeyes]

transience

People always ask where you're from. And they don't trust you when you say, I'm not really from anywhere, even if it's the truth. My brother and I used to have whole conversations with people and pretend we were in the circus, or pretend we were orphans, or just practice European accents on people because there's really no reason not to. You're not hurting anyone and they'll never believe you anyway. This one school, we thought we were only going to for a few weeks but we ended up there for three months and Dean had to fake an Irish accent the whole time.

24-hour gas stations at three a.m. are straight out of a David Lynch movie. One of the weirdest feelings is rocking up in the middle of the night, catching a few hours shut-eye because you're too broke that week for a motel, and then wandering into the lurid candy-brightness in flip-flops and sweats and your hair all fucked up, using the bathroom, and then flashing a peace sign at the bored attendant on your way out. Maybe they're used to it, I don't know. Who else uses a gas station at three a.m.? Dean said those years when I was gone and Dad shipped him off on his own, he didn't use a motel once, that whole first summer.

If you get in legal trouble, no one can really do anything to you unless you go back to that county or city or state. That goes double if you're a minor, as long as you don't go back until you're an adult. If you have a fake ID from a different state and they try to run the numbers, they'll almost always assume it's a problem with their system pulling records from another state and just write it down and let you go. That's why most of our IDs were from California. I don't know if Dad had some kind of grudge against the coast or whatever but it's the only one of the lower 48 we never went to. Why do you think I picked Stanford?

If you don't have a shower for a few days, you can always find a restaurant or gas station bathroom with a locking door. Always leave stuff nice so no one notices.

It's possible to eat well on the road, but you have to really really try. And also have more money than you know what to do with. Why buy gas station produce that'll give you diarrhea nine times out of ten when you can just stock up on jerky that'll last you for months? We always kept emergency rations of jerky and gatorade in the trunk. Gatorade is even more sickly sweet at room temperature, but it never goes bad and it keeps the jerky from sticking in your throat.

Carrying extra water is also a must. A lot of motels use gray water and most people don't know about it. If you shower in that, you'll smell like sewage for days.

Sometimes though. Sometimes you'll be flying down one of those endlessly straight desert roads at 120 mph, with the baked-in heat radiating off the dirt in wavy lines you can actually see, and you've been on the road five hours already with another 300 miles to hit before dark, and you'll look over and your brother will give you this grin and cock his head back, and close his eyes and take his hands off the wheel—

And you'll wake up pre-dawn on the side of the road when the sky's just beginning to turn from deepest black to navy to palest pink on the horizon, and you'll exit the car quiet so your brother doesn't wake up, and stretch and piss into the cold desert air with not even a rabbit watching, and feel like you and him are the only two people left on the planet, and you'll think, I'm from nowhere. I'm from here.

#parts of this adapted from an actual conversation #iykyk #just experimenting with the flash format #sam/dean #(bc everything is s/d) #redrites

[supremechancellorrex]

So, there's a few things bugging me about Ahsoka and the New Republic so far, especially in regards to the latest episodes. Baylan Skroll and his apprentice Shin prison break Morgan Elsbeth, who has been arrested and is being taken to the New Republic for trial. They do this by chopping up New Republic officers with their lightsabers, a very distinctive wound. Ahsoka, who worked as Fulcrum, and Hera Syndulla, who is a General, investigates and discover more on the Dark Jedi involvement, as well as missing New Republic war assets from a factory on Corellia due to rogue Imperial agents. They further discover a Galaxy jumping device has been created for Grand Admiral Thrawn. I may remind a Grand Admiral is a very high rank.

Yet, the New Republic keeps prattling on about how they can't do anything because there's no evidence and it all sounds like a fairy tale? As if this is a court of law and not about state intelligence? They have an entire transport of lightsabered and slaughtered evidence, they have General Hera Syndulla, a hero of the Rebel Alliance, Ahsoka, a bonafide Jedi expert, as well as a Squadron of New Republic fighters including Captain Teva as witnesses. Literally a member of their squad died in the pulse from the Galaxy hopper and they just assume they're lying. They should also have witness statements and records of the Battle of Lothal (including the space whales), since they accept Thrawn and Ezra did disappear officially. Even in a court of law, this would not be ignored, and this isn't even a court of law, it's state security. I can think of many nations that have invaded other countries based on 'a tip' or something flimsier. And, even so, how can the New Republic not even send out some sort of intelligence operatives or investigatory committee?

Yet, they send like three giant ships to court-martial Hera and then in a court debate whether to court-martial or not, which makes me think the writers don't understand what a court-martial is. The strangest thing is the court is actually set up more like a hearing, with Senators, but they call it a court. Next, everyone reacts to C-3PO like he's God and he just gets Hera out of it with an excuse from Senator Leia I honestly don't think would work, but whatever. Ultimately, at this rate the New Republic wouldn't last five years, let alone over two decades, with this attitude. I honestly doubt they'd make it to the Sequel era. They're doing everything too soon with no sense of time scale.

#ahsoka critical #star wars #new republic #it just doesn't make sense #they've gone too far too soon with their incompetence #star wars rebels #hera syndulla #space whales #ahsoka #hera star wars #ahsoka show critical #anti ahsoka show #the ahsoka series

[idyllcy]

Gamer girl bathwater

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: It's just water for a video. Right?

You grin at the camera. "Hey!! So, today I'm going to react to some streamers! It's been a long time request by the majority of you, and since I'm a decently sized account, I think it could be beneficial to both sides!"

The video plays, and you go through all of the footage.

You stare at the screen.

"So," You hum, watching yourself click onto Twitch. "I heard one of the really popular streamers was streaming right now, so I wanted to check it out."

Clicking into Komaeda's account, you blink at the chat. He's... really pretty.

"Hey... does he have merch?" You click around on his account, and you pause. "HE'S SELLING BATHWATER??? Wait."

The stream screams at you, and you grin evilly. "Okay. I am an adult who makes adult money, who makes reasonable adult purchases. Having said that, this is content for a video. I'm buying the bathwater."

The chat yells, and you tip a hundred dollars to Komaeda's stream. You lean on your face onto your palm on the facecam, and you press six zeros after the one.

jackielope: ?????? A MILLION???

"No." You retype the number. "I'll donate a million if he agrees to sell the gamer girl bathwater."

coffeeandsalt: They've done it. They've gone insane.

You grin at the camera, and the stream watches as you donate a million dollars to the streamer.

Komaeda blinks at the number that flashes on his screen. What.

user 600613S donated four dollars to user K0M43D4.

"Thank you... user 600613S for the donation," Komaeda blinks, registering the number in his mind. "... Is this enough for an actual basin of gamer girl water?"

Komaeda purses his lips and smiles in amusement. "I don't think so. How much are you going to pay? You think 4 dollars is enough?"

You donate another four dollars with a message. "I'll wire you 1 mil if you ship it over to me."

Komaeda blinks wordlessly. "..."

Your stream yells at you in the chat, and you grin.

"And how do I know you're not lying?"

"I'll take you in pms right now. I'll message you on discord," You type in chat, and Komaeda pauses. "1 mil."

Your chat explodes as you actually manage to dm him successfully, and you hide your discord. You watch yourself log off of the stream quickly, and you watch yourself type through the chat with him. Nagito Komaeda had sold you his bathwater for 40 bucks.

You laugh as you edit the footage, and you finally finish after four long hours of sitting with your back hunched like snow white's stepmother. Opening the camera to record the last bit, you grin.

"So," You shake a bottle in your hand. "I finally got the bathwater. You guys watched me actually do this on stream earlier, but I did end up wiring him a lot of money and getting the bathwater. In the process, I also found his onlyfans, but that doesn't matter as much. What matters is that you all get a video in two to three weeks of me doing something with this."

You finish editing, and you upload the video, crashing into bed, ignoring how much shit you've just stirred up from a single video.

Komaeda sits in his room, cheeks red, fanning his face with his hand. There is no way you. you were buying his bathwater. What would you even be doing with it? His favorite streamer? The one who inspired him to stream? The Youtuber who seemed to have more fans than possible? You asked for his bathwater? God. What were you planning to do with it? He's kind of scared. He's also kind of turned on...

You wake up two days later, staring at your ceiling, completely out of it.

"Right. I need to make a video before the water goes bad." You pull yourself from bed, grabbing your camera. "We're going to make a cocktail."

You set up the camera, and you grin as it starts recording.

"Hi! So," You hold the package up, all of the addresses crossed off. "I got the water as stated in my last video. I did buy it. Yes. He didn't let me pay him a million dollars, but I did end up paying him much more than he requested. We're going to purify this water because I don't want a tapeworm, and then we're going to have a little fun with it."

You bring out a Brita, pour the water into the pitcher, and leave it out to filter. You flip through your phone, and you laugh at your comments. The malicious ones are amusing, but the idea of your entire fanbase losing their minds at you offering a million dollars for a random streamer's bathwater was funnier. The comments are losing their minds over you.

kisskiss69: You know, I thought they were already pretty cracked, but offering a million dollars to an egirl-based streamer is taking me out.

sonyar: ONLYFANS??? Don't be shy 👀 drop the link ♥

You laugh, closing your phone.

The Brita finishes filtering, and you turn the camera back on.

"Alright," You shake the pitcher. "We're making a beverage. I have a shot glass; I have half a pitcher of water; I am going to drink all of this like regular water. If you're new here and wondering if there's something wrong with me, please know there are a lot of issues. Please be more specific when asking. Alright, cheers."

You hold the shot glass up, and you grin. Placing it on the counter, you bite on it, throwing your head back to take it. Gotta give the fans what they want.

Pulling the glass from your lips, you swallow.

"There was no taste... However, I do NOT want any of you guys doing the stupid things I do. Do not drink bathwater. It's HIGHLY unsanitary, even if you filter it through like I did," You remind. "I'm going to drink the rest of this and then go on stream. Stream will not know I was drinking bathwater the entire time. They will notice it's a different mug from what I usually drink out of, though."

The stream runs smoothly, and you press the water to your lips.

blatantsing: What happened to the bathwater?

You purse your lips. "The video comes out in like three days! Ah, right. Since I remember, I'm going to Anicon this year. I'm cosplaying, so... if you want a pic, come hunt me down in the crowd like you always do."

fluffypillow69: Ooh! Who are you cosplaying as?

You grin. "You're going to have to guess. It's a new cosplay, so it's none of the one's I've previously done."

You finish the last of the water, and you grin at the chat. "I'm going to finish stream here. I have to edit, and you'll see the video soon."

When you post the video, the internet breaks. You gain 20k subscribers overnight, and suddenly Twitter is trying to cancel you. You aren't even bothered, laughing your ass off. You were free today. You wanted to watch the male stream. He's so pretty.

"So," Komaeda fiddles with his fingers on stream. "I'm going to be reacting to that one video where the Youtuber drank my bathwater. Please... do not come for me. I haven't watched it yet, and I wanted you all to watch me die on the inside. I'm a huge fan of theirs... so this was very conflicting."

The comments flood, asking why.

"I..." He hides his face in his hands. "Don't know whether to be disturbed or turned on."

You double over in laughter, watching Komaeda pull up the video and start it. He has a stuffed animal in his arms, and you laugh whenever he has to pause to laugh or hide his face in embarrassment. He's cute. He's adorable. You're literally in love with him. You don't expect him to like you, though. You did make a video of drinking his bathwater.

Komaeda finishes the video, and he places his hands together, leaning on his fingers. "I'm going to. That was one rollercoaster of a video, but that was way funnier than I thought it would be. I... do not know what possessed me to send them my bathwater, but it was a funny result. I hope none of you decide to buy my bathwater. That thing is already taken down from my website."

You fall off your chair in hysterics. That was hilarious.

You keep his stream running in the background as you style your wig. Komaeda plays Minecraft, the sounds of the rain and pigs filling your room. You'd usually style your wig on stream, but you suppose styling it while doing something else works too. You were excited to finally get to lie to everyone about your height. It was a joke. You had to stick to platforms to even want to achieve the character's height.

You wonder who Komaeda's going as.

Typing with your free hand, you ask him who he's going as.

"I'm going as Servant!" Komaeda smiles. "He already looks eerily similar to me, so I thought I might be able to pull it off."

You freeze in the adjustment of your wig.

The black wig in your hand suddenly feels so much heavier.

Oh, you're going to have the time of your life at Anicon.

The day of the convention itself arrives, and you've never been so glad to have not booked a table. It smells like shit here. The sweat and perfume coming from everyone's body is a whole mess. You almost want to throw up, yet you continue through the crowd. You were going to find Komaeda. You were going to find the gamer boy who sold you his bathwater and was in love with you. You were going to die on this hill if it's that what took you. You were going to hunt down servant even if it took you a lifetime.

You finally find him, head sticking out from the crowd, and you cough and get into character.

"I've been looking for you," You step next to him, reaching for his chain.

Komaeda's eyes glimmer as he sees you, and he smiles. "Kamukura-san!"

"Meshi," You hum flatly. "Did you get lost?"

Komaeda's fans crowd around the two of you, and they stare at you.

"They look kind of familiar."

"I don't know how, but they're... I'm jealous of their gender."

"Give it to me."

You stare at Komaeda, and you hum. "Alright, I'm breaking character. Can I get a photo?" You laugh, and Komaeda freezes, eyes wide. He recognizes that laugh. You were cosplaying as Kamukura? You were cosplaying as... his crush? His master? Oh. oh. That's surprising. You... did you plan it? Is his luck speaking? Did you plan this? No. There's no way you'd plan something as silly as matching with him for a cosplay.

"Hm? Komaeda?"

"Yes!" He stumbles over his words. "You can. I'm so sorry. I spaced out. Your cosplay is really nice."

"Thank you," You beam, and one of the fans takes a photo of the two of you.

"Can... I get them from you later? You can send them to me," He mumbles as he lowers himself to his knees, the chain still in your hand.

"Yeah," You get into character, dropping your expression and hardening your eyes. The fan has you step on Komaeda's crotch, and your eyes widen.

"Excuse me???" You stare at the fan, and they grin at you.

"Please?"

"I'll step on his thigh, but I don't know about... his crotch."

"I'm fine with it," Komaeda mumbles. "For the picture. The effect."

You furrow your brows at him, yet you don't argue with it. You're careful to not press too hard, and you tilt your head, mimicking a sneer. A larger crowd forms around the two of you, and you hear people whisper about the whole situation. You wonder if you're going to get canceled a second time. Komaeda stares at you with madness in his eyes, and the fan finishes, handing you your phone back.

"Thank you!" You grin. "Are you okay? I'm so sorry. Did it hurt? Please get off of your knees. I'm going to get flamed for having you kneel-"

"Please marry me," Komaeda mumbles as you help him up.

"What."

"A-ah, I mean," Komaeda rambles and looks for an excuse, and you purse your lips. "I'm sorry. I blurted it out in character before I even had the chance to think."

"It's fine," You smile. "enjoy the rest of con!"

Komaeda watches you leave, hearts in his eyes. Ah. He likes you. A lot.

The two of you wake up to your cosplay photos trending the next morning.

"GOOD MORNING STREAM," You yawn, holding your head up with your hand. "I'm so tired. I did not sleep well yesterday at all. No, user 420tits, it was not because I slept with someone. It was because I couldn't get the stupid image of Meshi out of my brain."

K0M43D4 joined the stream.

You blink at the screen.

K0M43D4: We're trending on twitter

"Huh?" You click open your Twitter, scrolling through your feed. "Wait... this isn't. OH, shit. This is my stan account. Let's pretend that we didn't just see me try and find myself on my stan account."

jackielope: was that... a Komaeda stan account?

"No," You shoot the user down quickly, neck growing warm. "Ah, we are trending. Really hard. Why is there a twitter headline for us. HUh??"

K0M43D4: I'm sorry you have to trend with trash like me...

"Komaeda, in unfiltered honesty, I'd jump your bones if given the chance. Don't say that about yourself."

The stream chat spams, and you read Komaeda's live tweets about him panicking. You stare dead into the camera, forgetting that Komaeda's on stream. "I want to fuck that man so bad."

kisskiss69: KOMAEDA'S STILL ON STREAM.

You stare into the camera, your heart visibly dropping, and you panic. "ALRIGHT!! I'm logging off for the day. I think I need to sleep before anything else. See you all when I recover from telling Komaeda I'd smash."

You toss your phone to the side. You need time to mentally recover from that. You don't want to see yourself get flamed for telling Komaeda you'd smash. You... you don't know. You'll sleep it off, hopefully.

You did not, in fact, sleep it off. You wake up to 30k more followers on Twitter, and you stare at your notifications, scrolling through. You pause at Komaeda tagging you in his tweet. Do... do you want to see this? Is this a smart decision?

Holy shit, Komaeda wants to fuck you too.

You quote retweet it, joking when Komaeda was free. You never thought you'd live to the day that you get laid because you bought bathwater off of someone else.

Komaeda on the other hand? He's in stream when he receives the notification. It's already hard enough streaming with his face flushed from embarrassment. He pauses his game and hides his face in the plush in his hands. Half of your subs are logged on in his stream, and the chat goes wild.

"I'm getting laid because I sold my bathwater, oh my god." Komaeda's ears burn hard, and his eyes widen in realization.

cr2ssie: Komaeda, if you don't fuck them, I will.

"NO!" Komaeda yelps a little too loud. "I'll respond. I... I'll do it. I... oh my god. Do you think they'll let me post it on onlyfans if I give them half of the profits?"

The stream says yes.

"I'll... is that too quick? Oh, my. I'm going to. I'll figure it out. I promise." Komaeda stumbles over his words. "I can't believe they want to sleep with trash like me..."

Komaeda jumps on the opportunity to message you back. You're almost caught off guard at how quick Komaeda responds to you. You have to take a moment to breathe.

kmda: If the offer is still available..?

Fuck yes.

A new feeling of excitement bubbles in your throat, and you chew on your bottom lip.

600613S: Always.

#komaeda x reader #nagito x reader #nagito komaeda x reader #nagito komaeda #komaeda nagito #danganronpa #sdr2 x reader #sdra2 x reader #danganronpa x reader #☾.fics

[one-winged-dreams]

Zack vs Adri's Fictional Parents

ship: adriel & zack (platonic) source: final fantasy vii word count: 1091 cw: transphobia, mentions of abuse, implications of physical abuse, parental trauma, you get it by now.

FUCK IIIIIT, I'm so mad right now I'm shaking, posting this before the guilt sets in.

Not tagging anyone bc it's kind of rough and I know I'm gonna feel guilty for it in a few hours but you're free to reblog it.

This takes place a little after Modeoheim.

"And the parents… Well. They're not acknowledging him at all."

As Tseng relayed the situation to him, Zack could only stare incredulously.

The fact of the matter was, Adriel was missing. As with Angeal and Genesis, the most logical course of action was to ask his family if they had any idea where he might have gone. Little context clues began to align. Adriel had dropped hints that his upbringing had been… Unsavory, to say the least.

But an utter disregard for their own child being missing?

"I have to talk to them, please, tell me where I can find them."

-

Tseng had given Zack the address, and he had followed it to a humble residence in Sector 7. As far as homes went, it was simple - perhaps a bit low-class upon further consideration.

"My parents werrre… Shinra wage slaves?" Zack recalled Adriel relaying this information with a tense, forced smile, "They all but sold me off to the SOLDIER program - just desperate, I guess."

Zack's fists tightened.

"Guess even the money wasn't worth keeping me around, after…"

He couldn't afford himself another moment to remember any of the things his friend had told him.

It would only make this all the more difficult.

With a sharp breath, he knocked on the door, immediately following by putting his hands on his hips and kicking the ground as he not-so-patiently awaited it to open.

As if he had been expected, the door opened after only a few moments, the visage of an older woman with a grim expression greeting him.

"Another one?" she sighed, seeming to analyze Zack as she looked him up and down, "A SOLDIER at that."

"The hell do you mean a SOLDIER?" a masculine voice followed from the adjacent room.

Zack didn't bother to speak yet, a tall man with an equally disagreeable face approached the door to presumably judge his merit as well.

And judge he did, quite clearly so, as he scowled at Zack and then at the woman.

"I thought you ran a Turk off earlier, what the hell did they send a SOLDIER here for?"

This time the woman seemed to direct her ire at the tall man, scowling just as forcefully.

"How am I supposed to know? If you're implying I didn't do good enough-"

"What the hell do you want? State your business or get off my doorstep," the tall man interrupted her to address Zack as if the woman were an annoyance and nothing more.

Clearing his throat, Zack crossed his arms. It was his turn to judge, and so far, these two weren't making a good impression in the slightest.

"I'm here to ask about your son-"

"We don't have a son," the woman interrupted now, glaring at Zack with apparent loathing, "We already told that Turk. You people need to correct those records of yours."

Zack let out a tense breath through his lips, steeling himself.

"Adriel. Your son. Your only child?"

The pair looked at each other before the tall man scoffed and shook his head.

"We had a daughter once. Had. Never a son, though."

"Oh are you SERIOUS," Zack exclaimed in exasperation before he could stop himself. He hadn't intended to lose his cool, he'd had every intention of civilly interacting with these unpleasant people to the best of his ability.

Easier said than done.

This obviously displeased the two further, the woman's glare intensifying.

"Watch your mouth, boy. Hadn't anyone ever taught you any respect?"

"Well maybe if you'd taught HER better we wouldn't be dealing with this right now, would we?"

Zack's jaw tightened, his teeth grinding together in an attempt to endure the horrific implications that he had been given the misfortune of hearing enough context clues to understand.

"Oh, so it's MY fault she turned into a good for nothing disappointment? I TRIED," the woman directed her statement from the tall man to Zack halfway through her sentence, "She had POTENTIAL, and she squandered it. I did my damned best to keep her on the right path, but she had to go and cast us aside. And for what?"

"PLEASE," Zack managed to keep his volume to a level that was stern but still civil, "He's MISSING. Please. Do you have ANY idea where he could have gone? Just- Just tell me and I'll leave you alone."

Even as Zack's fists clenched, even as he fought the tides of rage that swirled inside him, the pair only scoffed in unison.

"She stopped being our problem years ago. If she wants to disgrace herself further and become a deserter then that's on her."

Zack glared in exasperation at the woman as she disregarded Adriel without an ounce of remorse. He could hardly speak, struggling to keep himself agreeable just for this one instance. Just until he could leave and put these two out of his mind.

"She's become shamless, you know that. She probably doesn't know what to do with herself now that that 1st class she was whoring herself out for is g-"

Zack wasn't even aware that he had moved until his fist had connected with the tall man's face so forcefully that it sent him reeling back. Even as he stepped into the motion to grab the man by the shirt and shake him, his self-awareness was lost entirely. He knew he was speaking, knew that the woman was slapping at his arm and shouting, but still, he processed nothing.

It wasn't until he felt someone grapple him from behind and pull him back that he realized what he'd done, Tseng's voice becoming clear as he called out to him, "Zack!"

Everything rushed back at once - the sound of the woman shrieking at him, the sight of the man slumped against the doorframe, and the feeling of Tseng pulling him off the doorstep before releasing him.

"Zack, that's enough," the Turk spoke sternly, addressing him with equal intensity before looking at the pair in the doorway, "We're heading back, you've caused enough of a mess. We'll have to make a report for this," he sighed, clearly inconvenienced but not with a single ounce of judgment.

Zack's fist felt warm as he glowered at the two people in front of him, stomach heaving at not only having not gotten what he'd come for but for being shown proof of the harsh reality he had only been given glimpses of.

"You're right," he spat, offering one last hateful look before turning away, "He IS no son of yours."

#virus fics #pl: zack

[kissofthespring]

Title: What a man...

Ship: Iwaizumi Hajime x F!Reader 

Genre: S.mut.

Content: C.hoking, f.ingering, v.ideos (from m.) 

Sum: Short little, quick and dirty, Iwaizimi Hajime. I didn’t edit this, oop.

Your fingers grip the edge of your skirt, flattening it for a moment. Under the streetlamp, Iwaizumi looked intimidating. Okay, he always looked intimidating. From his short-cropped hair to the subtle roll of his biceps as he gripped the steering wheel with one hand and shifted into park with the other. His hand came over to rest on your thigh for a split second before he grabbed your hand. 

"I had fun tonight."

"Me too! I didn't know that there were so many ways to fail at painting a unicorn, but…." 

He lifted your hand and pressed a kiss to the inside of your wrist, making your stuttering stop.

"You did better than me, for the record. When can I see you again?"

His words caught you off guard. Sure this was your third date with the athletic trainer, but still, you bit your lip. "I'm busy this weekend, but I should be free in the evenings if you're willing to maneuver a little bit."

His large hand moves to your chin, "Fine by me. Now, can I kiss you?" You give him a nod before allowing the distance between the two of you to close. His calloused palm brushed against your cheek before landing on the glass of the window.

The kiss grows heated, and he growls as he presses you against the window of the passenger side door. His teeth tug at your lip before whispering, "Can I touch you?" He doesn't make a move to continue the kiss until you verbally say, "Yes. Touch me Haji..."

His name dies on your lips as he palms a breast with one hand and slips the other one up your skirt resting on your thigh. The kiss deepening as he swipes his tongue along the seam of your lips. Your gasp is all he needs. His hand moves to your cloth-covered cunt, before pulling back to whisper, "I want to fucking hear you moan."

Capturing your lips again, the first swipe of his fingers against your clothed cunt makes you jump; when he pushes the fabric to the side and rubs your clit with his middle finger, your hips jolt. It feels good. You want so much more.

Grabbing his wrist, you cry out his name as you push his hand toward your hole that's currently clenching around nothing. "More, Hajime."

He drives his middle finger into your cunt, grinning at the gasp that chokes from your lips. His hand that was on your breast wraps around your neck. "I'll give you more, cute little dummy." He adds another finger to your cunt, his thumb sliding over your clit. "My dummy." 

It's dirty and lewd the noises coming from your body and your mouth as he fingered you. He's adding a third finger when he feels your body shake involuntarily, "That's it, baby. Let it go. Cum for me." He whispers against your ear, "Cum, Tsubaki. Show me how I make you feel." Your thighs are shaking as you cum with a gasp, his hand tightening on your throat to control the blood flow and how you were feeling. It was so good that a second one washed over you, leaving you in a euphoric state. 

When you finally felt like you could feel your brain again, you noticed the tent in his pants, "Hajime… What about you? Let me." He stopped your hand before staring you down, "I want to fuck you, but I don't have a condom, so I'll get off in the shower later or something. We already made a mess of you, and if you were to give me head… I wouldn't want to just stop there."

"I have condoms inside…."

"I want when I fuck you to be a marathon, we both work tomorrow; it can't happen tonight." He leans over to press a kiss to your neck confident that he left a mark in his wake, "But let me know when you have a day off, Tsubaki. I'll fuck you till you scream then." He winked as you collected your bag with a sigh and got out of his car. "Fine…"

You were pouting as you walked into your apartment and started to change for the night, going through your nightly routine.

Right before you got into bed, you check your phone to see a text from Iwaizumi. Upon opening it, you realize it's a video; at first, you see his face, his wet hair, and can sort of hear the shower. "When I said I wanted you, I meant it." He turned the camera down to his hand around his cock and flexed as he stroked himself. The camera fogged over, but it was enough. His moans were enough. Fuck. You couldn't wait for this man to fuck you.

#iwaizumi smut #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #my writing

[emma-m-black]

My Captain

Star Trek Picard one-shot

Captain Liam Shaw x Reader (gender natural)

I wrote this rough draft over the span of two days, so hopefully it all makes sense.

You ran through the halls of the ship. Your feet slapping against the metal floor, and your heart beat hard as you pushed yourself as hard as you could to beat your previous time. The music from your earbuds blares into your skull in an attempt to drown out the sounds of everyone around you.

The promotion was yours. You had worked so hard the last year to move towards your future dream of one day becoming a Starfleet Captain. The only thing standing in your way was your current captain, Captain Liam Shaw.

It seemed as though he was doing everything in his power to keep you from moving out of your current assignment as bridge Science Officer for the U.S.S. Titan. All you wanted was to follow in your family's footsteps. Your last name was Archer after all.

As you rounded a curve in the hall, you noticed a shadow coming up from behind you. Turning your head slightly, you saw your Captain coming into stride beside you. "Seriously." You muttered and began to run faster. You had wanted to beat your old time and now he was going to mess that up for you, too.

Your increase of speed did not seem to deter him and he only seemed to increase his stride to match hers. This only made you run faster.

Seeing your end point in front of you, you pushed your legs out in wider strides and as you passed the finish line; you saw the wall console light up in green with your best time yet.

Quickly, you pulled out your earbuds and slammed your palms against the wall as you worked on steadying your breathing and bringing your heart rate back down.

"Good job Commander, that's a record for the ship." Captain Shaw said with a smile.

"Thank you, Captain." You responded. "Was there something you needed me for, Captain Shaw?"

"No. I just saw you running ahead and figured I would see if I could catch up." Your Captain said with a smile on his lips.

"Well, if that is all, Sir I'm going to go wash up." You stated as you stared at your Captain. "I'm l dismissed?"

"You were never at attention, Archer." He spoke with a light chuckle.

This was new, since when did the Captain crack jokes with you."Sorry Sir. I just assumed you required me for something."

"No. Although I had been wanting to speak to you about your application for the captain's program, and your request for transfer." Shaw stated as he folded his hands behind his back.

Crap, you had been caught. You had hoped that he wouldn't have been notified so quickly about her request for transfer. "Captain, I can explain."

"And ward love to hear it, perhaps over dinner tonight?"

"Of course Captain Shaw." You responded, slightly taken aback by his request.

"Good. My quarters say, nineteen hundred hours?" Without waiting for a response, he began to back away from her, a smile still on his face. "Don't be late and please dress casual."

You were at a loss for words, so you nod your head in response, and watch as he disappears around the corner and out of sight. You needed to talk to Seven.

Still in your running gear, you head for Commander Sevens room.

"Enter." Spoke Seven through the comm. The door to her room slid open, and you found your friend sitting on her couch looking at a data pad. "Archer?"

"He wants to have dinner with me!" You spoke as you entered the room and began to pace the empty space in front of seven. " He found out about the transfer, and now he wants to have dinner! Casual dress for dinner. You would think if he was going to court marshal me, he wouldn't care about a dress code."

Seven let out a laugh and placed the data pad down. "He is not going to court marshal you."

"He hates me, Seven. Captain Shaw has done everything in nis power to keep me from getting into the Captain's program. "

"Well, would have to agree with the Captain, because if you are really this blind you don't deserve your own ship."

You stop pacing the room and look at your friend. "What?"

"Captain Shaw likes you. "

"No, I'm pretty sure it is the opposite of that. He must think me incompetent."

"No Archer, he likes you. Like in the romantic sense."

"What?"

"The Captain doesn't want you to advance into the program because that would mean you would have to leave the Titan. Which would make it very hard to court you."

"No, Captain Shaw does not like me." You felt your heart give a lurch at the thought of your Captain liking you in a romantic sense.

"Oh hunny, that man has been in love with you from the moment you came on board."

"No." You sat yourself down on the couch. "No. He is to, to Captainy, to like someone like me."

"You pushed against all the rules, and that was just what he needed."

"Seven, what am going to wear?"

You stood outside the Captain's door. The nerves were taking hold of you and you were beginning to wonder why you let her talk you into wearing this. You had not worn anything this fancy in years. Pressing your hand to the console, you heard the bing and within seconds the 'whoosh' of the door opening.

Captain Liam Shaw came into view and he looked you up and dawn. "Archer, you look . . . " He paused and looked you over again this time slower. "You look amazing."

"You don't look so bad yourself, Captain." He was dressed like you had never seen before, dark blue jeans and tight fitted grey button down shirt. "Please, call me Liam. We are off duty." He motioned with arm for you to enter his quarters.

Stepping into the room, your heart began to pound against your chest as you for the first time realizing how attractive your Captain was. As you came to rest in the middle of the room, you took in your surroundings. The room was simple, filled with basic furniture and muted colours. There was a kitchen in his quarters, something that he must have requested as it was not something that was issued normally. Then there was the smell, a pleasant smell of something distinctly Liam, a spice and warmth that you knew from being around him on the bridge. There was something else too, like bacon and cream. That must be dinner.

"I'm glad you came." Said Liam as he made his way past her and into the kitchen. "I honestly wasn't sure you would say yes."

"Why would you think that?" You knew why though, while you were always civil and professional, you never mingled with your Captain like you did with many others on the ship in the year and a half you had been onboard.

Liam moved to stir the contents of a pan that was on the stove. "I'm not naïve to the fact that I can be prickly at times. At one point, I promise you I was charming."

You moved to follow the smells. Entering the kitchen space, you let a smile reach your lip. "Pricky is not the word they use in the mess hall."

"I bet it gets quite colourful." Laughed Liam. "So tell me, what words do you use?"

"Sir..."

"Liam." He spoke with a smile as he pointed the spatula at you.

"Liam, if you have heard something, I would like to apologize... "

"Sit."

You did as you were told and sat yourself down across from him at the small kitchen island.

"You requested for a transfer, why?" Liam moved about plating up food as your mind began to race, trying to formulate the right answer.

"I want to be a Captain."

"And you can't do that here?"

"Can I be Frank?" His response was that of a wave of his hand as he dished up their plates. "I didn't think you really liked me, and that would make it difficult to continue on the path of command."

"You called me a dick with a chair."

Your eyes grew wide, but as Liam placed a plate down in front of you, you relaxed. The smile on his face told you he found it amusing.

"I am a dick, with a chair that would like you to stay here, on my ship, so that I can prove to you that this is the place you want to be, that this is the family you want to learn with."

"Liam, Seven implied that perhaps this might be a date."

Liam held out a fork towards you. "And if it was?"

"Then I think I may have a good reason to stay."

#Picard #Liam #Liam Shaw #Captain #Captain Liam Shaw #Liam Shaw x Reader #captain liam shaw x reader #star trek picard #Captain Shaw x Reader

[bitbybitwrites]

Five fics under 500

Rules: 5 fic recommendations that are currently under 500 kudos. Let’s give these fics the love they deserve!

Thanks for the tag, @myheartalivewrites!

I'm gonna cheat a bit and do 5 fics each for the two main fandoms I'm currently very much in love with 😉 : RWRB and Klaine. Can't hurt to give more fics love, right?

Stories listed under the cut/pictures.

Tagging if you want to play: @gleefuldarrencrissfan, @rockitmans @1908jmd, @special-bc-ur-part-of-it, @forabeatofadrum, @daisyishedwig, @datshitrandom, @clottedcreamfudge, @welcometololaland, @madas-ahatters-world, @gleefulpoppet, @heartsmadeofbooks

RWRB fics:

the sadness you carry, it hangs like a ghost by @14carrotghoul

Summary:

“There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you two. For anyone in our group, really.” She pauses as a quote comes to mind and continues, “’I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not in my nature.’” She sets the menu down and smiles at her Jane Austen buddy. “Thank you nonetheless… and I'm sorry you’re not handsome enough to tempt me,” he adds. AKA June and Henry's fake cafe date.

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Take me where I cannot stand by @clottedcreamfudge

Summary:

Henry blinks at him. “Galactapol?” “Yeah, you know – the Intergalactic Peace Force?” “Yes, I know them,” Henry says drily, “but you said—” “We don't have a lot of respect for them around here,” Alex informs him succinctly. “If that's the kind of line you wanna take, then maybe—” “No, no,” Henry says hurriedly, straightening up. “Galactapol. I like it. Catchy, even.” “Read the contract or don't, Fox,” Alex says firmly, pressing his own hand to the line of studs between the engine room and the lower corridor. “I can find another engineer if I need to, but you'll never – and I mean never – find a ship like this again in your life. Jackie's one of a kind.” * Space, smuggling, and a ship called Applejack. Everything's shiny.

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You Make Every Day Feel Like It's Christmas by allmylovesatonce

Summary:

Burned out on work, Alex goes to visit June who is on assignment in a sleepy Vermont town called Snow's Landing. June is determined for him to see where she's been living for the last six months and to love it as much as she does. The most intriguing part of it all is June's best friend there, a man named Henry, that Alex believed was a jerk at first but is starting to discover a new side of as they spend more time together.

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Help Me Hold On to You by affectionatelyrs

Summary:

“I can’t do this all the time, Alex,” Henry huffs out, arms crossed from the opposite end of the couch. “I’ve been more than happy to help, and I’ve been doing so as much as I can, but we need to talk about it. It’s been…a lot for me.” Too much. Henry doesn’t say it directly, but it’s the undercurrent of his words. Two words that Alex has heard many times in his life, over and over again until they became permanently pressed into his eyelids like a brand, reminding him of his state of being every time he so much as blinks. - Or, Henry isn't always able to give Alex the help he needs, which sends Alex into a spiral, but they'll always find a way to work things out together

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Thin Ice (Series) by Nicolodeon

Alexander Claremont-Diaz, charismatic center for the NHL's Dallas Stars, is completely and utterly smitten with the posh British librarian he met by complete accident. Tonight is the night, and he's got a plan to completely woo Henry and get his man.

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Klaine fics:

My Heart, It Pounds, Yeah You Got Me by nineofhearts, raimykeller

Summary:

Kurt gets drunk and records a TikTok entitled “Guys I Had A Crush On In High School”, in which he talks about, rates, and shows pictures of his various crushes— embarrassing, unrequited, and otherwise — thinking he set it to friends only or private. When he wakes up the next day, he has a flood of notifications that prove otherwise, a hangover, and a text from Blaine Anderson. The longest part of Kurt’s now viral video.

To Shake The Pride of Angels by @the-cimmerians

Summary:

AU, Kurt and Blaine have never met. Until they do.

When I Get You Alone by canarian

Summary:

AU in which Kurt never goes to spy on the Warblers before sectionals. Kurt and Blaine first meet when Cooper takes his younger brother to a strip club to celebrate his 18th birthday. That evening, a chance encounter leads both boys down a path that is more than they bargained for. But when trouble pops up in the form of a familiar face, it could all end before it ever really starts.

Pivot And Slip by alilactree

Summary:

Blaine is a former boxer still struggling with the demons of his past. Kurt is a yoga instructor who may be able to help Blaine with his pent up frustrations, and find the confidence to go after what he wants in the process.

Spotlight by AntarcticBird

Summary:

A small theater, an amazing internship and the opportunity of a lifetime. When things slowly start falling apart, clearly all that's missing is a complete stranger who just wants to make art and help people!

#klaine fanfiction #klaine fanfic #klaine fic #klaine #blaine anderson #kurt hummel #rwrb fic #rwrb fanfiction #rwrb fanfic #red white and royal blue fanfiction #rwrb #red white and royal blue #firstprince #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #tag game

[inkareds]

The Wicked Witch of Salem Kent Nelson (Dr Fate)

nav // dc m.list // ko-fi

✧.* warnings: horror elements, depictions of injury, witch villain-like reader ✧.* genre: SFW // fluff w/ horror ✧.* word count: 6.2k words (this a long boi)

When Amanda Waller calls upon the Justice Society to deal with a certain witch issue, Hawkman and Dr. Fate meets an old friend of theirs.

"Wait, repeat that?" Al looked towards the holographic image of none other than Amanda Waller. "I said, the death witch of Salem was detected in the Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia." 

Amanda looked extremely irritated for having to repeat her instructions. All the while, Al's eyes widened before turning towards Maxine as if he didn't believe what he was saying. Confused, Carter spoke to Amanda before she would turn off her communicator.

"I thought you had her in custody already? What happened?" This caught the attention of the two new members of the Justice Society, who turned simultaneously towards the winged man. "Ah, yes. They escaped." Amanda said in a matter-of-factly manner which signed to both Carter and Kent to not question it. 

Something neither Maxine nor Al seems to catch on to, "How is that even possible? I thought your containment facilities were impossible to breach." The woman furrowed her eyebrows at the younger hero. 

"We're not entirely sure how they escaped. Only this isn't the first time Doctor Fate and Hawkman have had to contain her. To note, they has escaped numerous government facilities all over the world for the last few decades." Amanda paused as a couple more holograms of the witch's sightings throughout the years and all the different government records of said escapes. "They are incredibly dangerous, smart, and powerful. Conduct this mission with caution."

Right as Al opened his mouth to ask something else, Amanda closed off her communicator. Cutting off their communication with one another. Al was quick to question the two senior members of the group. 

"When she said witch, did she mean the pointy hat with cats ones???" Both Carter and Kent shared a look. One that could only be described as amusement from Kent and irritation from Carter. 

"You seriously have to stop watching those bad horror movies." Maxine chuckled. "Listen to the girl." Carter pointed out before continuing. "The Death Witch of Salem is an immortal witch first sighted in Salem during the witch trials. They were said to have killed the witches in Salem that were found out by the locals." He explained, briefly turning towards Al to make sure he was still listening. 

"They’re a powerful being known for her illusions, tricks, manipulation, and in general violence. They’re not someone to joke about." Al sensing the tension in the air was quick to stop any other nonsensical questions. 

Turning to Maxine instead just in time to miss the look Carter gave to Kent. Only for him to respond with a mischievous grin.

"We're going to Philadelphia right now. If we take any longer, they might start moving again." Carter instructed the team. "The mission is simple if one of you starts realising or noticing something out of the ordinary. Let me or Kent handle it. We've dealt with her a couple of times in the past. We know what to expect."

Right before both Kent and Carter went into the cockpit, Kent put in his two cents. "Another thing, if one of you sees her. Don't engage. Making her mad won't do anything good." 

Despite the numerous missions the two have been through with Doctor Fate himself. Neither of them can accurately read his expressions. As the case was right now. Kent held a smile on his face, and yet his words, in comparison, did not match the joyful look at all. The two shivered slightly before nodding. 

When Kent turned his heel to the cockpit, the two young members could only look to the outside of the ship in excitement and fear. The sun was setting. Their mission shall be conducted in the dark of moonlight. 

~

Not a single moment did Al regret taking up his grandfather's mantle as Atom Smasher. Not a single moment. 

Except, maybe now. 

Situated at the entrance of the deserted penitentiary, the yellowing walls of the prison, and the smell of mould in the air filled the silence. 

Fear.

Both Maxine and Al stood next to each other, both standing as still and stiff as corpses. Something they think they ought to find the moment they step inside the ruined building. 

The night was young, and at 11 pm. was the time. Yet, it was as if time itself stopped. Not a single creature was brave enough to squeak a single sound. No crickets, mice, or mosquitoes dared enter your realm. 

"This is where they are?" Al asked hesitantly. Wishing the ship had just made a navigation error, and they weren't actually in the penitentiary. 

But one look towards Maxine, who understood the machinery of the ship better than he did, allowed him to realise they weren't in the wrong spot. Neither Carter nor Kent answered Al's question. Their eyes observe the entirety of the building. Already, they could see the small oddities the building offered them. 

Within closer inspection, Kent could see the rotting walls very slowly expand and retract. As if the building was breathing. Carter saw the way the birds stopped moving, perched on the dead branches of the trees around them. The myriad species of birds stood in dead silence. Staring at them. Tension hung heavy in the air, and everyone could feel it. 

"Let's get this over with." Carter cleared his throat, ruffling his wings as a way to shake the shivers away from himself. 

Al watched in slight terror as the person who had faced you more than once still shivered at the thought of fighting you once more. If even someone like Hawkman was unnerved, how should someone like him feel???

But when Maxine turned to him, Al quickly pretended to be the braver one between the two of them. "Okay! No time like the present, right?" Both Kent and Carter turned behind them to look at Al, who was still awkwardly grinning. 

"That's the spirit, kid." Kent seemingly was the only one edging Al on. The edge of mischievousness and excitement still laced his voice. 

Al, for a moment, wondered whether or not Kent was excited not because of the idea of fighting with you again. But because of being able to fight someone of the same powers as he. After all, there weren't many opportunities for the doctor to be able to fight against only magic-based threats. 

The moment the four of them walked into the penitentiary, the air around them shifted. It was as if the century-long dust settled within the abandoned halls were suddenly lifted from its resting ground. It was clear to the four. You knew they were there. And you were going to put on a show.

"Are hiding?" Maxine asked as they walked through the many halls of the prison. Trying desperately not to think about the atrocities that probably were going on during the days when the penitentiary was still active. "Definitely not. They knows we're here. They’re waiting for us.”

She nodded at Carter's explanation. Both she and Al accepted any answer from either Carter or Kent. Seeing as they were clearly much more familiar with you than they were. 

"So, why the penitentiary, why not a graveyard or an abandoned church or something." Al questioned just as they walked deeper into the prison. Right to where the light stopped turning on. "This place is probably more haunted than any cemetery or empty churches."

Maxine, this time, was the one who answered. "We should split up. This place is giant. It'll take us until dawn if we keep this pace. I'll go to the right wirh Carter, you and Maxine take the left."

"Don't you dare make any references to horror movies." Carter quickly added to Kent's instructions just as Al opened his mouth. Causing Maxine to chuckle and the air to lighten up. 

As the two began to make their way towards their directions. Al heard Kent quickly call out, "Control your size. We don't want to destroy this site."

As Al and Maxine walked through the darkness, illuminated only by the light of their flashlights. Al decided to break the tension, "So, do you believe in ghosts?" Hearing Maxine laugh at the question, Al believed he had successfully done the job. 

But when Maxine didn't stop laughing, that was when Al stopped walking. He turned around only to find Maxine still laughing. Both her hands were on her knees to support her body as the laughter wracked through all the while the flashlight was on the ground. 

"Hey," he muttered quietly. Slowly taking hesitant steps towards her. "Are you okay?" Right as the question left his mouth, Maxine stopped. 

Straightening almost immediately and looking dead at Al's eyes, any sort of emotion drained from her previously ecstatic expression. Maxine's eyes bore holes into Al's head. All before her jaw dislocated itself from its hinges, opening her mouth into an inhumanely large opening. Al jumped from the sudden gruesome display, jumping backwards and stumbling to the ground. He watched in horror as Maxine's disfigured mouth crunched, trying to make a sound. 

"Do you believe in ghosts, Al Rothstein?" 

As she said that, Maxine was quick to tackle Al on the ground, her bones and body crunching disgustingly. Al practically screamed. 

Quickly forgetting Kent's instructions, out of sheer panic, Al's body grew in size. Maxine, or what he thought to be Maxine, dissolved into the ground just as Al's head hit the ceiling. The sudden impact on his skull as well as the dusty rubble that surrounded him, obstructing his vision, allowed him to finally get to his senses.

"Maxine?!" He yelled out in panic, scared that he may have just hurt the woman he currently had a crush on. "Al?! What's wrong???"

All of a sudden, from the corner Maxine rushed through, seeing the girl right there, safe and unharmed Al stammered for an answer to her question. 

“I- you- what- are you?” slowly Al shrank down, as Maxine ran to him worried. “You were- You were right there and- but then you- I saw you.” 

“What?” The girl shook her head, “I was there the entire time. What do you mean I saw you?” That seemed to have snapped Al from his thoughts. The realisation struck him like lighting. 

He quickly grabbed Maxine’s shoulders, wide-eyed underneath the costume’s mask. “They’re here. We have to go.” He said with an unnerving amount of seriousness that Maxine could only stare and nod at him as the two turned around to run the way they came from. 

Only to find a wall in the place a dark hallway should’ve been. The two were quick to put their backs on one another as the situation began growing clearer and clearer for them. You were trying to trap them, play a sick game on their minds. 

Al’s heart rapidly hammered against his chest, his eyes straining to look at what little the flashlight, now discarded on the ground, was able to illuminate. The only way they can go is forwards where Al was staring to. But neither of the young heroes was dumb enough or brave enough to venture into the darkness that was your hiding ground. 

“Yeah, I think we’re stuck. The way we came from is blocked by a wall.” Maxine answered Carter from her earpiece. “What did he say?” Al spoke to Maxine after she made an understanding hum towards whatever Carter told her to do. He was still breathless from the previous scare. The image of Maxine’s melting and bloodied face wouldn’t leave his mind. The way her bones cracked along with her vicious laughter was almost too much for him. 

“He said to wait, they’re coming for backup. He also told us not to go any further and not to engage if we see them.” Al only nodded, doubting his voice to stay steady in the terrible situation they found themselves in. 

Silence overtook the pair as they stood, on guard, backs against one another. Waiting for anything to strike them. Maxine’s flashlight, completely discarded on the ground beside her, illuminated the menacing brick wall in front of her. If she were to look closely at the decaying grout and bland grey bricks, she could swear the wall was moving. Flowing and ebbing upon itself like water. 

She quickly shook her head, closing her eyes to take in deep breaths to calm her nerves. This was all in her imagination, so what if you can construct walls out of nothing? It’s probably an illusion, just like Kent was so good at doing. She could probably walk through it if she wanted to. It’s nothing. 

When she opened her eyes, her heart started to calm. “You okay over there?” Maxine chuckled, trying to ease the tension by talking to Al. Yet, it was that exact thing which made Maxine realise the weight on her back was no more. Al wasn’t behind her anymore. She quickly turned around to see if perhaps Al had been tricked into walking forwards. 

She was only met with the dimly illuminated hallways of the penitentiary. At that moment her heart began pacing once more. Sheer panic made her turn around once more. 

What greeted her almost elicited a scream from her. There where the wall was once was a mirror. The reflection followed her perfectly, the rapid rise and fall of her chest from her erratic breathing. The frazzled look in her eyes and the slight shake from the cold and fear on her arms. But, she knew better than to continue staring, she’s watched enough horror movies to know it wouldn’t take long before the reflection stopped mimicking her properly. 

“Cyclone here! Hawkman, Dr Fate can you hear me?! Al’s gone, I repeat, Al’s gone! I’m going to try to find him!” her voice, wavered in fear, spoke to her earpiece. When she turned a wave of determination swept through her at the new task at hand. Finding Al should be her priority.

But four words stopped her dead in her tracks.

“Stay where you are.” 

Her body immediately froze in place. That was not Kent’s, Carter’s, or Al’s voice. But it came from her earpiece. As her blood ran cold and shivers ran down her spine, her reflection, which her back was facing. Slowly turned around. Betraying who it was supposed to mimic. 

At the sound of glass cracking, Maxine spun to look at the mirror behind her. Only to find her own reflection reaching out towards her, what was supposed to be her arm cracking through the glass as it pulled itself from the mirror’s confines. 

That was when Maxine screamed. 

Almost immediately the mirror and the figure reaching towards her disappeared into thin air. In its place was the hallway she came from, standing in the middle holding larger and brighter flashlights was her entire team. Al ran towards her.

“Where did you go!? I thought they got you?” Maxine shook her head almost violently. “I haven’t moved.” These were her only words before Carter spoke. 

“Both of you calm down, they’re trying to rile you up on purpose. Trying to make you lose control of your powers.” The winged man used his seniority to bring some piece of calmness to the two frazzled young members. “They’re having fun, they know we can catch them, and they know they can just escape again and keep on this chase.” 

“So this is all just a game for them?!” She yelled out exasperated at the games you were playing on them. “Yes, a dangerous one.” Kent spoke under his breath before walking forward, passing by Maxine and Al. 

Putting on the golden helmet he held in his arms, the older man floated as high as the low ceilings of the penitentiary would allow him. All before gesturing with his hands, in a second the entire place was illuminated. Maxine felt herself relax a little bit when she could actually see what was happening around her. 

“Enough of this witch! Are you not tired of playing games with children?!” Kent yelled out. 

Both Maxine and Al looked at the sorcerer with shock, never in the many missions they’d experienced with him after the one with Black Adam that they hear the man raise his voice. Yet, here he was, looking for you, the person they were supposed to hunt down. 

In a matter of seconds after Kent’s words, a surge of magic flew through the penitentiary. Immediately then, the walls, ceilings, and empty space around them were turned into a maze of mirrors. 

“There you are.” Kent lowly spoke, the voice not being his but being the helmet’s. As he descended the two younger heroes were quick to be wary. 

They’ve experienced your games and tricks before to know something bad was about to happen, whether that something bad was an illusion or not would be a mystery. Despite this, both Kent and Carter looked rather relaxed, except for their body posture, ready to strike at anything that moved. 

This time, Maxine noted, her reflection didn’t move at a slight lag and had seemed to be just her own reflection. Yet she still felt the unnerving edge of anticipation bubbling through her veins. She didn’t even know if her powers would work on you, how could she keep a levelled mind in a situation like this? As her mind spiralled Al placed his own hand on her shoulder, quickly grounding her with a nod. 

It was Carter who broke the fragile silence, “Come on! Aren’t you here for a fight?! If you didn’t want to fight, you wouldn’t have alerted Waller about you being here! Stop playing your stupid tricks!!” Carter twisted his mace on his hand, urging you to do the first attack. 

“Is that going to work?” Al stated, “Will tempting them work?” he questioned. 

“Only one way to find out.” Kent answered. All before relaxing his stance and taking off his helmet. The other three looked at him in shock as his cape and costume disintegrated from his body, leaving him in his usual formal wear. “Witch, I’ll make you a deal, if this time you actually defeat us, I’ll let you have the helmet.” 

“What?!” It was simultaneous. The way the other three disagreed with Kent’s deal was very clearly not heard by the sorcerer. As he kept holding his helmet in his hand leaning against his hip. From the many reflections reflecting on one another, Carter could see how Kent was smiling. 

“What are you doing?” Carter practically growled under his breath, very obviously against Kent’s actions. “Just wait.” He responded whilst a big smile he didn’t even bother to hide decorated his face. 

“I’m not waiting for shit, but that helmet back on or-” “Deal.” A ghostly voice echoed through the hallways just as all of the illumination Kent had placed beforehand disappeared. Leaving only enough light to see the myriad of reflections. Kent nodded approvingly before turning around and placing his golden helmet in the middle of the circle the team had subconsciously created so that all their sides are covered. 

“Don’t touch it.” he warned Al and Maxine, wide-eyed as they are. 

Maxine swore the man had a death wish as he didn’t even look scared when he turned around to meet his own reflection. Promptly after the reflections of all the members of the team disappeared from the mirrors, the only thing left reflected was the golden shining helmet. It became even clearer now that you were now being serious. 

Everyone watched the mirrors closely for any discrepancies that could indicate an attack coming their way. What they got instead was the many, many reflections of you, appearing in the mirror. Not seconds after they saw it each and every one of your reflections reached out outside your mirrored confines to take a grab at them. 

All four members staggered backwards and even dodged some of your hands. Attack after attack, your hands reached out from the mirrors to grab at them, knowing full well if you got a hold on one of them you’d drag them back in and that’s a hole in their defence for the helmet. 

After a myriad of attacks, your hand briefly brushed against Maxine’s hand which elicited a scream from her. Carter quickly turned to see what had happened, just as another hand reached out towards him. Your hand grabbed the base of his wings. Causing him to yell out obscenities, in quick succession more and more hands disappeared from the other reflections that were attacking the other three, instead showing up in the mirror behind Carter. You reached further out to grab ahold of more of his body and wings. 

Trying to think quickly, Maxine harnessed the wind to roughly push your hands aside. When her winds accidentally picked up a stray stick on the ground and embedded itself into one of your hands, all of your hands quickly reeled back. Shocked at the sudden pain. 

It was then Maxine noticed something, all except one pair of hands pulled back in time. The two that disappeared into the mirror last, lagged behind. That was when she realised. “Most of their hands are copies! If you hurt one of them the others react as well!” She exclaimed the newfound knowledge to the team. 

Carter groaned as he pulled himself up from the ground he was dragged to. “That means, the ones that don’t recoil are their real hands.” 

With a new plan in their hands, they waited for another one of your barrage of attacks, only the hands didn’t come. “Correct. But which one is actually me?” Your ghostly voice once more echoed through their bodies. The many reflections of you paced amongst each other.

The team kept their eyes on certain reflections as you laughed at the patheticness they were displaying in front of you. Al turned as the reflections started moving, his eyes trying to focus on the minor details that would make it very clear which one was a copy and which wasn’t. 

All of the sudden, he saw it. He saw the one ever so slightly lagging behind all the others in running. “There they are!” He explained as he immediately turned giant and smash the mirror that you were in. 

The moment he smashed that mirror, the others shattered from the pressure, leaving a layer of broken glass on the ground. There from the shattered mirror stood you. 

Grinning ear to ear at the fact Al had figured you out. There was a small very tense pause between everyone at that point. Well, at least there was, up until you turned your heel and ran for the hills within the hallways of the penitentiary. Maxine was quick to react, harnessing the win she drove a bunch of glass shards towards your right leg, and you screamed as the pain scattered through your body. 

Maxine gasped as she saw the copious amounts of blood that spilt from your calf, it was enough to pool underneath you. Your hand reached out towards the wound, feeling the anger from your game being ruined, all before whipping your head towards Maxine. 

Maxine’s heart stopped beating when she saw how your eyes turned completely black. You immediately teleported yourself behind the girl, fully ready to enact your revenge on her. But it was quickly stopped when Kent appeared himself behind you, the helmet now on his head. 

One of his hands was around the front of your neck while his other harm encircled itself around your abdomen, holding your back flush against his front. “Got you.” 

Maxine watched as the terrifying anger melted from your face to amusement. “Got me.” You slowly moved your hands from an offensive position towards Maxine to putting them straight up to the air. Showing Kent you were not going to do Maxine any harm. “Fair and square.” Were your last words before Kent helped you towards the ship. 

There, without any fuss or trouble, you were quickly put into your containment chamber. There as the liquid filled up and you slowly drifted into unconsciousness, you glared at the sorcerer in front of you. Who was annoyingly, still using his helmet, though you knew 100% that he was grinning ear to ear underneath that golden piece of shit.

When you were finally away from doing any harm towards any of them, Kent took off the helmet. Just as you would’ve thought, he was still smiling. When he faced the rest of the team, Maxine and Al were already discussing what had happened to the two of them when they thought the other had gone missing. Leaving Kent and Carter to talk. 

“Kent.” Carter’s tone along with the way his hands were folded in front of his chest showed Kent that he was going to get a lecture from one of his closest friends. “Yes?” he spoke innocently, knowing exactly what Carter wanted to say but pretending not to. 

“What was that about?” The man whisper yelled at the sorcerer. “I had it under control, they wouldn’t have gotten the helmet even if I was unconscious. It was the only way to bait them. You know this.” 

Despite Kent’s logic being unbeatable, Carter still saw the potential dangers of what would’ve happened had you gotten ahold of one of the strongest magical items in the known universe. Carter opened his mouth to debate against Kent’s claim, but a sudden meowing sound cut him off. 

The two men immediately turned their heads at the sound. There on Al’s lap sitting patiently watching Carter and Kent as their eyes widened was a black cat with the most beautiful eyes. All the while Al and Maxine desperately tried to shush the creature down. 

“Where,” Carter pointed towards the cat, “Did you get that.” Kent practically turned around to hide his snicker from an already pissed-off Carter. 

“Found it outside meowing at the ship after the two of you went in, it has a an injured leg. Thought I’d get it to the vet or something.” Al chuckled scratching the back of the cat’s ears. 

It purred and rubbed its head against his hand effectively melting Carter’s heart. 

“That’s their familiar.” Kent, finally composing himself, nudged his head towards the chamber you were currently suspended in. “Its harmless now while they’re in there.” The three looked at the cat with questioning eyes. 

It looked just like a normal black cat. Scraggly fur no doubt from the years of living near the penitentiary, big beautiful charming eyes, and sharp white teeth unlike those of housecats which do not hunt. It was quite hard to believe that this adorable feline was the companion of someone as fearsome and powerful as you. 

“Are you sure?” Carter turned serious once more. “I can feel the residual magic slowly leaving it.” There was just something odd about the cat that tickled the back of Kent’s neck. 

“Then leave it out there.” Carter instructed, in that moment both Maxine and Al stood up. Accidentally knocking over the poor cat to the ground. 

It made a sound of displeasure before patting its soft paws all the way towards Kent. Where it had immediately found solace in rubbing its face all around his pant leg, sticking its dusty fur against his expensive shoes. Kent only smiled and crouched down. Offering his hand for it to smell, once it did Kent was quick to give it more affection than Al did. 

“But it’s injured, if we leave it out there it’ll die. Especially now that they’re in the chamber!” Maxine argued. 

That was when Kent looked at the back of the cat. There he noticed the pricks of blood flowing from its right leg. It wasn’t anything too dramatic, as the cat was still walking around, albeit with a slight limp. But it wasn’t anything to scoff over either, it was still bleeding and the cat was still in pain. 

“If they escape before the cat dies of blood loss we don’t know what the two of them will be capable of.” As Carter was explaining why this was such a bad idea with Maxine and Al both argued to at the very least treat the cat before letting it go wild again. Kent was staring at the feline. 

He watched as it manoeuvred around his crouched body, meowing softly every now and again as if it was trying to communicate with him. All of a sudden he felt a spike in magic levels when his instincts pushed him to look at the source, it was indeed on the cat beside him. Sitting with its right leg slightly raised so that it wouldn’t hurt as much. With its big eyes and adorable smile. 

Kent reached out to pick up the cat, grabbing it from under its arms he raised it high in the air to look at it clearer. When the cat was levelled with his eyes a sudden moment of realisation struck him. 

“I’ll keep it.” he turned towards the three that were still bickering even now. “If they ever break out and call out to their familiar, I’ll be able to stop them.” 

The three of them immediately stopped, Carter opened his mouth to refuse the notion of that. But seeing his friend oddly serious about a single cat, he agreed with no fuss. All the while Maxine and Al were just happy they didn’t have to abandon an adorable cat. 

Kent then quickly excused himself, taking in the excuse of making sure the cat is safe just so he can leave for his mansion and not listen to whatever Carter wanted to tell him. 

In the big grand rooms of his home, he placed the cat on his couch. 

“Stay there.” he chuckled as it looked up at him with its big doe eyes. “I’ll get something for your leg.” The cat immediately laid itself on his couch, as if it could understand what he was saying. He chuckled and left to get the first aid kit. 

He could heal it with magic but seeing as though he could feel magic surging from the cat, most likely due to the effects of your magic flowing through it. He didn’t want to risk accidentally powering you up more by giving you his magic. 

When he came back the cat was still resting on the couch, napping softly as its bloody leg stains his expensive couch. Kent rolled his eyes at the ridiculously pampered way you must’ve treated your familiar if it was this comfortable all of the time. The cat stayed asleep as he slowly stopped the bleeding, clean the wound, and finally bandage it. 

When it shifted in its position, Kent could see the way its fur rose up ever so slightly as a cold breeze wafted through the empty house. 

“Cold huh?” he whispered as he slowly petted the soft black fur before leaving. 

When he came back, he held a very large blanket in his hands, it was probably too big for such a minuscule animal. But, then again, he already had a feeling the cat had more up its sleeve than he or any of his teammates once thought. 

Staring at the sleeping cat one last time, Kent bent down to clean up the rest of the first aid kit and went to wash his hands and place them back where it once was. Maybe he could look through the missions and documents Amanda sent over to him while waiting for the cat to wake up. 

He randomly hummed a tune as he washed his hands. But just as he was drying them on a towel, he felt a sudden weight against his back. Knowing exactly who it was he grinned widely. Your hands slowly snaked your way to his abdomen, leaning your entire body weight towards his back. 

Kent’s own hands slithered over to your own, interlocking both your fingers together. He felt your smile against his shirt as you further melted against his warmth. 

“Okay witch, enough, you’re going to hurt your leg again.” He softly mumbled. 

Though he turned around to face you now, your hands now moved to behind his neck and his arms now embracing you, he made no effort to move or leave. The two of you stared at each other for quite some time. You smiled at his ever-growing white hair. You had always found his hair now to be much more attractive than what it was almost a hundred years ago. Coloured like pepper and salt, he aged like the most delicious fine wine. 

One of his hands left your waist and reached up to hold your chin, delicately manoeuvring it so that your lips may ghost over one another. The tension was palpable in the air, you could feel his breath against your lips. As you leaned to fill the small gap between the two of you, Kent pulled away. 

“Okay, how’s your leg, I hope it’s fine?” Seeing the mischievous grin on his face you playfully hit his chest. 

“You ass, already this old yet you’re still as annoying as ever.” 

Turning around you aimed to walk away from him, only to stumble slightly as the pain from your wound resonated upwards your body. You winced as Kent quickly grabbed a hold of your waist, pulling you back against his chest. 

“Careful now little witch. Don’t want to get yourself hurt.” Hearing his deep voice so close to your ear, you hummed in reply, one of your hands reaching to caress his hair. 

A deep chuckle resonated in his chest, causing a soft purr to leave you, the remnants of your transfiguration as a cat. Slightly turning your head to the side, the great sorcerer finally leaned into your kiss. Feeling his warm lips against your own, a new warm vigour swam through your body. 

Years upon years of being contained by Amanda has left you yearning for your lover in all his glory. And it seems he does too, as his hands begin tightening their hold against your waist. Causing you to chuckle against his lips. 

Before you could turn to face him and deepen your kiss, the sound of someone clearing their throat made the two of you pull away from each other. 

“I knew it.” There he was, now in casual daily wear, Carter stood beside the plush couches with both his hands on his waist. “I just knew there was something up. It couldn’t have been that easy to capture you.”

You chuckled as you tapped Kent’s hand to get him to release you. He followed your request, instead making his way to your side with the injured leg. Holding your hand in his to help you walk over towards where Carter was standing. When you passed by Carter’s pissed-off gaze you reached out to pat his cheek. 

“Am I not allowed to have some fun?” At your voice and touch Carter couldn’t help but let his faux anger melt away. “I missed you birdie.” You grinned at the sight of your old friend. 

“Missed you too witch.” Carter chuckled. “The kid got you pretty bad huh?” he motioned over towards the bandaged leg. 

“Didn’t think a kid had it in him.” You shrugged as you sat on the couch. Truth be told, you could just use your magic to keep you afloat and not have to walk around. But a part of you enjoyed being fussed over by your lover, who now sits beside you. 

“The new generation of heroes are insane.” Carter remarked. 

“Oh definitely, you heard about the bat strolling his way through Gotham with the colourful looking kid? Gotta say, things are different than how they used to be in our time.”

The two of you spent a moment afterwards just smiling at each other. It’s been far too long since your last conversation, and far too long since you both last had your little fights. Centuries upon centuries you’d fight against the duo, all those years spent fighting, it became somewhat of a routine. 

Something Amanda Waller will never understand. 

“So the one in custody is-” “My familiar, yeah.” Carter nodded at your answer, shaking his head slightly at the absurdity of the situation. No matter how many times this has happened and no matter how many heartfelt conversations he’ll have with you, it will never cease to amaze him that one of his closest friends is someone he should deem an enemy. 

“Does this mean you’ll stay with us longer?” Kent’s hands softly rubbed your arms. 

Despite Carter’s look of annoyance at the obvious display of affection in front of him, you still see the way his eyes were filled with hope. The only times the three of you were able to have your conversations were right before, during, or right after the fights. All because they’d have to eventually catch up to you and capture you. But this time, you’ve garnered enough power to actually make your familiar look and act enough like you. 

So, “Yes, I’ll stay with you as long as you want me to.” you mused, holding Kent’s hand in yours and placing a soft kiss on his knuckles. “Or at the very least until I am bored at this domesticity.”

The two heroes laughed at your insinuation. “Don’t cause the young ones too much trauma the next time around.” Kent joked.

“Can’t promise anything, my love.”

This was.... very long and took wayyyy too long lmao. This took wEEKS to write holy shit. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this but tbh I know I'm rly late to the black adam parade LMAO.

#dr fate x reader #kent nelson x reader #dc x reader #black adam #dr fate #kent nelson #black adam movie #dr fate x you #kent nelson x you #dc #dcu

[writerbuddha]

After reading metas, how can you marry someone after they massacre people? And this isn't about having compassion or believing their capable of goodness, I think that's great, but to marry them and technically, cover it up? Maybe I'm talking to the wrong person about this, since you ship anidala, but still it just confuses me so much.

Hello! :) (Sorry, I don't know if you're the same anon, lol)

I would describe myself as someone who greatly appreciates the love story of Lucas second trilogy, as a tale of a doomed relationship of star-crossed lovers, so maybe "ships anidala" is accurate. But to be honest, I differentiate between loving the narrative that George Lucas was telling, and being emotionally invested in their fictional relationship per se. So maybe it's not that accurate.

Regarding your question, I believe this is a very sensitive topic. I think there are two things to consider:

Scale-of-justice view vs. Continuum view

I think it ultimately has to do with one's view on humans. In George Lucas' Star Wars, whether we're good or bad is nothing more and nothing less than whether we're able to control our fear, anger, hate and aggression or we're being controlled by it. If you have this view, you can't really take out one thing from a person's life and say, this and that is what should define them as good person or bad person. When your dark side is in control, you're under the sway of your fear, anger, hate and aggression, greed, so you act in an evil way, you do evil things, under the influence of negative emotions and motivations and so on. That evil behavior arises as a result of certain causes and conditions. A Jedi Knight is someone who controls their dark side through patience and training and going as far to their light side - compassion, love, kindness, charity and hope - as possible, they're dedicating their whole life to achieve this and to radiate onto others. But this is a very hard task and you have to be very diligent about it, you have to work hard and you have to be very disciplined, because your dark side is always there and if you let your guard down, it will erupt. You must be mindful, compassionate, committed and serious.

Being on the light side and in control of the dark side - that's Anakin Skywalker. Being under the sway of the dark side and being on the dark side - that's Darth Vader. What I am trying to say here is that you should try to view him and all others as a continuum and judge them by their current state and not like weighing their actions on a scale and trying to get a verdict based on that. That's one of the core lessons of Lucas' Star Wars. For example, Anakin saved Naboo in Episode I, and in Episode IV, he destroyed Alderaan. I doubt that anyone who watch this, says, well, one planet saved, one planet destroyed, therefore, he is back to square one, whereas scale-of-justice logic requires exactly that conclusion. The scale-of-justice logic cannot make sense of the redemption of Darth Vader, thus, there are many who left bewildered by the fact that he ended up being a manifestation of the Force like Yoda and Obi-Wan, whereas it's actually the conclusion of the view that sees him as a continuum. In Episode III, he was no longer the good man named Anakin and in Episode VI, he was that person once again, and no longer Vader. In the same way, in Episode II, Anakin fell under the sway of his dark side, and he massacred the Tuskens. You can say that he become Darth Vader for that time. Then, he was once again Anakin, and he was tormented by guilt and shame, saying, "I'm a Jedi! I know I am better than this." According to scale-of-justice logic, butchering the Sand People goes into Anakin's permanent record and he must do something very good to balance it, so he can be considered a good person once again, but this is, once again, the flaw of that logic.

Padmé views Anakin this way. She is not marrying the Anakin who is under the sway of his dark side, but the Anakin who is in control of it and who is on his light side. In Episode III, she begs him to turn back into that person. As it's explicitly stated in Episode VI, Anakin is this person's "true self", obscured by his unchecked dark side. He carries Vader as a potential in himself, and Vader carries him as a potential as well. This is why he can to turn into Vader, and back into Anakin.

Sand People: demonized natives or beasts?

As for Sand People, sometimes I wonder how they were meant to be viewed in George Lucas' canon. It's very clear that Anakin butchering the younglings in Episode III and wiping out the entire Tusken village in Episode II are meant to be seen as two very, very different things: Padmé immediately tells Anakin that she cannot stay with him, and she can't do that "Because of what you've done. What you plan to do." Lucas himself said that Padmé would certainly won't be able to live with him after this, although she would still love him. And even though she is well aware of the fact that Anakin massacred Tusken women and children, when Obi-Wan reveals that Anakin killed the younglings in the Jedi Temple, she reacts with saying, "Not Anakin. He couldn't." I saw many who found this ridiculous but it's quite clear that Lucas wants us to separate the two incidents, even though he says that Anakin killing the Tuskens is "completely inappropriate."

We can argue about whether or not it is a good thing, but if we watch the movies and the tv show, we have no real reason to believe that when they were described as creatures who are walking like men but they're actually mindless and vicious and animal-like monsters, it wasn't accurate. In fact, Lucas explicitly stated that he wanted the Tuskens to be introduced as such: deadly, treacherous, disliked, not completely human, as he said. This is not to say that they are not composed of light and dark, like all living things, but they're meant to be seen as a race of bloodthirsty and animal-like, primitive marauder creatures. They're the baboons in Disney's Tarzan.

So, in George Lucas' narrative, what Anakin did was certainly bad, but the emphasis is always on Anakin took lives out of hate, anger and aggression branching from his rage over not being able to have his mother in his life, descending into blind vengeance. A Jedi Knight must not take revenge, no matter what, and must be able to be in control of his dark side. That's the point.

The portrayal of the Tusken Raider as more human, even noble, with complex spirituality and traditions is (and again, we can argue about whether or not it's a good thing, but that's another conversation) coming from Book of Boba Fett and the Mandalorian, and it can be traced back to some Legends works. Viewing Attack of the Clones with this in mind, Anakin massacring the Sand People village is basically the genocide of a tribe of natives and Padmé's reaction to it is deeply concerning and it seems she either ignores it or simply just doesn't care. But in Lucas' narrative, the Tusken raiders, like I wrote it above, are closer to stereotypical baboons. Their death is not acknowledged as something that has the same wight as the death of the younglings. Or the Ewoks, who were prepared to cook Luke and Han. Even more importantly, if you watch the Clone Wars episode Trespass, on the surface, the Talz are very similar to the Tuskens, yet, they're worlds apart, and the story makes sure that their equality is clearly emphasized. If the Tuskens would meant to be seen similarly, there would've been an episode introducing them in a similar way.

The Tuskens are nightmarish nomadic maunderer creatures roaming a desert planet, intelligent and able to create culture, but driven by basic instincts, inspired by horror stories about desert dwelling, nightmarish nomadic maunderer tribes that were based on stereotypical depiction of the Bedouin, who historically raided trade caravans, villages at the margins of settled areas and threatened cities. So, Padmé's reaction to Anakin's confession and she marrying him anyway should be interpreted with this in mind.

Like I said, we can argue about whether or not it's a good thing, but that's another discussion - to be able to have that discussion, I think, it's crucial to clarify, what is the story that was told, how the characters, the creatures, the philosophies etc. were meant to be viewed, because then we can have a clear picture.

#george lucas #anakin skywalker #padmé amidala #anidala #anon ask

[mabsolgirl]

Headphone warning

Transcript below! :3

I made this a while ago, around when I first started making art of the Supernova AU AU. There have been some slight changes since then but I wanted to post this anyway since its been just sitting in my drafts and starting to get dusty. The changes aren't enough to alter anything in the audio in a major way anyway so neeeeh.

It's been a while since I did voice stuff so hopefully I don't sound terrible lol

Obligatory @linxprime ping cause au of their au

Watch me pull world lore outta my ass cause I still don't know what im doing

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In the ruins of a crashed and destroyed ship, you find a strange audio file labeled "Project Supernova". You made a copy of it and now you have the time to give it a listen...

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Transcript

Warning. The following video is the private property of [REDACTED]. Any outside or uncertified personnel caught viewing this video will be terminated by any means necessary. Viewer discretion is advised.

Log 1.

I am Dr. Jane Doe and I’ve recently been put in charge of “Project Supernova” after the old one quit. I decided to keep audio documentations of my findings and observations. I find it easier for me to document things by recording them by audio then writing it all out later.

Project Supernova is a study on the abilities of intelligent lifeforms, how they manifest, if different abilities can be manifested in specific situations, and researching the phenomena of Berserkers. Before I came in, an embryo was successfully fertilized and grown into a stable state. There were many failed attempts with this being the only one that has made it this far, living for roughly 12 years as of this recording. To be honest I question the decision to make a lifeform rather than study the cases of people who already have abilities, but the higher-ups wanted to do this rather than the simpler way.

Regardless it is planned to come out of the tube once it reaches 13 years, which is a couple months away. It should be stable enough by then. Until then we monitor it for any changes.

End log.

Log 2.

Right, so I forgot to mention info about the lifeform last log. My bad, heheh.

So, the lifeform is female and it was made with the DNA of multiple organisms with the two primary ones being Human Earthling and Cuixcus. I think I pronounced that right. Cuixcus was used for their adaptability and Human Earthlings to counteract the weaknesses of the former. It has bones, can withstand hotter temperatures, and while it doesn’t need to, it does breathe oxygen. The DNA from other organisms were used to help stabilize it so it doesn’t just die spontaneously. The genetics chosen specifically to see if heritage has an influence on what abilities would appear.

Now the real reason I am logging this. Earlier today it was monitored that specs of light were floating around the lifeform’s tube. They looked so… ethereal. It was like looking at a cluster of tiny stars. I should probably mention that the lifeform is in an unconscious state. It has been like this since its creation and this was the first time these lights were documented. They disappeared before we could study them. Maybe it dreamt them up? We’ll have to keep an eye on it.

End log.

Log 5.

Today it came out of the tube, emphasis on “it”. We weren't supposed to take it out for another week but I guess it had other plans. One second it was in the tube, the next the lights appeared again and it was out and fell face-first into the equipment. It teleported itself out.

Since it wasn’t connected to the machines anymore it woke up quickly after that. Of course we were all freaking out but it didn’t seem too bothered by us. We ran some tests and it was stable. It bruised its head but other than that it wasn’t significantly injured.

It’s a very curious one. It would grab and inspect what we had. We let it for the most part and it would hand us back what it had when it was done. Right now it’s in its own room that we had to quickly scramble to finish putting together. It’s a quiet little one. The team and I decided on the name “Nova” after the project. As per usual we’ll keep an eye on it.

End log.

Log 27.

A lot happened today. Today is the first day Nova went into her Berserker state. The first thing I noticed was that she was much calmer than I expected. I expected a rampaging beast like the other cases of Berzerkers but Nova would just… stare at us. We kept an eye on our monitors to watch to see what she does and then we watched her create light orbs; like the ones from one of my first logs but much bigger. This time we were able to scan them to see what exactly they were…

They’re stars. I am not joking, she was making literal stars, balls of collapsed burning gas, in her hands! From our observations they disappear when she loses focus but still incredible nonetheless! We later figured out the key piece to what her abilities are: a limited form of matter manipulation. She can teleport herself, and those she touches, by willing her own matter into another space and the stars are made by manipulating the matter of gas and dust to collapse in her hands. It is theorized she can manipulate any form of matter so long as physical contact is made.

After a while she went out of Berserker state and fell unconscious. We hooked her up to make sure she’s alright. Right now she’s comatose; we’re hoping she comes back alright.

End log.

Log 39.

Earlier today one of the higher-ups came in and told us that we were not needed on Project Supernova anymore and that in the coming days a new team would be coming in to take over the project. Of course we were outraged. We were consistently giving them good results! We did what we were told! We did nothing wrong, didn’t question a thing. Nothing we said could convince him otherwise. None of us wanted to leave the project. I’ll admit, Nova has grown on us. She’s like family and now for some reason she’s being taken from us. When he left we all decided to look into it ourselves.

The more we dug, the more things began to not add up. Then… we found something. We’re not here to do what we think we’re doing. We’re gonna get Nova out of here. This place is no longer safe. We’ll get her out and we’ll be the whistleblowers to this place.

End log.

Log 40

…I’m… I’m sorry…

Dr. Jane Doe, Dr. Bailey Shindo, Dr. Margoba Entano, Dr. Manbagea Nals, and Dr. Ripley Hedon have been terminated. Project Supernova assets will be transported to [REDACTED] for further completion by a new team effective immediately. End communication.

#my sister compared this to mewtwos backstory and tbh shes not wrong #btw the name Jane Doe was a placeholder name since its commonly used to refer to someone dead that cant be identified (John Doe for dudes). #the name kinda just stuck while i was making this. I might draw Jane sometime in the future since i have design ideas #art #fnaf au #fnaf oc #supernova au au #i know the supernova posts dont do well but i dont care! i like making them :3 #im really happy with the scene at the end. the weird humming does have a purpose. id like to see if people can identify it >:)

[cookinguptales]

okay so it's about a week until I leave the country for over a month. I am dutifully filling up my queue so y'all will stay entertained while I am gone, but I should probably state for the record that I may not be easy to get ahold of while I'm gone. if you really want me to see something, send me a tumblr chat/ask so it'll show up in a separate inbox from my notifications.

I'll probably post about some travel stuff here, if I'm not too tired, but I suspect the lion's share will end up on twitter and especially instagram. if you would like to see travel posts, I am @iletaitunefois on twitter and @cookinguptales on IG.

if you do not want to see travel posts, please block '#the travel bug'.

I'm also gonna offer up postcards again. I'm not going to make any promises because I don't know how easy it'll be for me to find time/post offices everywhere I go in Japan -- and also because I may be cursed; I think like only half of my Christmas cards actually made their way to their destinations last year.

But! If you do want a postcard, send me a private message and I'll add you to my list. If you have any special requests (locations, nature, cityscapes, cute characters, whatever) lmk and I can see if I can make that work, but again, no promises. I usually keep track of nearby post offices in Japan because they're good places for foreigners to withdraw money, but like. I'm also not gonna take a ton of time out of my trip to find a post office, y'know? Certain legs of the trip will probably be easier than others for that.

FINALLY, if you want to know more about the trip before you decide to follow my IG or ask for a postcard (or, if like me, you are simply nosy) here's a vague overview of the trip:

The first couple weeks of the trip, I'll actually be on the ocean. There's this thing that cruise lines do called "repositioning cruises" where they literally just sail across the ocean. This is so a cruise company can use a ship in a different location, generally. Like if they usually use a boat in the Caribbean, but during another time of the year want to use it in the Pacific, they still need to get it over there. And why not let people ride it during the journey?

The trip is really more pragmatic than it is designed for tourists, though, so they tend to be very cheap. They're long, there aren't a lot of stops, they tend to be during unpopular travel times... So long story short, we can take a two week cruise to Japan for like... half the cost of a plane ticket to Japan. And my mother and I can work from wherever and my father and my aunt are retired, so. We'll just. be in the Pacific Ocean for two weeks. lmao

(I've moved around my work schedule so I probably won't have to do much work in Japan, but I'll have to work on the boat. ;;)

There will be one stop at the beginning of the trip (Alaska) and one at the end (Hokkaido!!!!!) so that'll be fun! But for the most part, I will mostly be working and writing and vegging out on the boat. I'm downloading a lot of tv now because boats tend to have minimal internet. lmao

(And don't worry, we chose a boat that has vax and testing requirements! Which... will probably make it safer than SEPTA here in Philly...)

Once we're in Japan, though, we're really gonna be putting our JR passes to the test. Here's a not exhaustive list of places we're going and things we're doing, in no particular order. (I... tend not to let people know exactly where I am until I've left that place lmao.)

Tokyo (obviously)

Kyoto

Osaka

Nara (to see the shosoin)

Yamagata

Two different onsen towns

Yokohama

Takarazuka 😎 iykyk

Tokyo Disneyland/DisneySea

Wakayama

Kawagoe

Maybe Hakone depending on weather

various Halloween-themed meals in Tokyo and Halloween itself in Dotonbori

several very sacred mountains to learn about shugendo

castles!! and more shrines and temples than you can shake a stick at

Asahi tour (for dad haha)

sumo stable tour (also for dad)

Pokemon stuff (.... also for dad lmao)

seein some cute animals

a lot of interesting food!!!

tbh we're going to be exhausted, but there's a lot of train travel and easy days in there so we can rest then. (dad and I both love trains lmao) Dad actually hurt himself about a month ago, so I took out some of the stuff I was planning that involved more walking (like the old pilgrimage route in Wakayama, climbing Nokogiriyama, and the monkey park in Jigokudani) so that'll also prevent me from overdoing it too much.

part of me is like "wow this is too much you should scale back and save responsibly" but a lot of my trip is gonna be subsidized by my family in return for translating for them all and arranging everything, and we're gonna save money in lodging and such, so I'm just. gonna tell my brain to shut up and enjoy living before we die lmao.

(when you grew up really poor, it can be kind of hard to let go and allow yourself to enjoy nice things when you're older and more stable financially lmao. but I'm getting better at it!)

also, I'm gonna bring Glen! my little Tabikaeru frog! we'll go to Kusatsu Onsen together lmao.

#the travel bug

[ingravinoveritas]

Hi, 

I’m a recent follower and I wanted to say that I’ve enjoyed my time here. It’s refreshing to see someone who ships real people to be so respectable and kind when I’ve seen a lot of them be toxic and disrespectful. I recently watched Good Omens and I loved it (so excited for S2) so I like going to your blog to get recent news on Michael and David. 

I do have a question though.

I’ve seen some of your posts mention how Michael’s mental health was deteriorating during COVID times based on his Twitter posts and time on Staged. I don’t have Twitter(only Instagram which both don’t use) and I haven’t found a way or the time to watch Staged yet. Do you have a post (your own or someone else’s) that has a timeline of this period? I’m curious to read it. 

Thank you and I hope you have a nice day!

Hi there! Well, let me first say thank you for following! Always happy to have new followers on my blog, and I'm so glad to know that you've been enjoying your time perusing my posts.

As to your question, I'm not sure if there is one specific post that covers the timeline, but the era I was referring to was around October of 2020 (which had been preceded by Michael consistently and continually tweeting at 2:00am Wales time, indicating that he was not sleeping well). Obviously, we were all struggling with the pandemic and lockdown, but during that time there was a seriously tendency on Michael's part to, well...act insane is one way of putting it, though the hardcore Twitter fans referred to it as him being "feral." (And as I've said previously, I make a marked distinction between actual feral Michael and unhinged Michael, which is what we're talking about here.)

I did locate several posts that might help to explain things, though. This post, this post, and this post on my blog go into specifics about one incident/a series of incidents. Another blog that detailed much of what was going on at the time was @problematicwelshman, and I'd direct you to this post and this post in particular, but it's worth it to check out her entire archive for the month of October that year as well. Finally, I can direct you to several of Michael's own tweets that I think speak to his mental state at the time (and some are referred to in one of PW's posts from October). Just two months earlier, Michael had gotten into a back-and-forth with a fan that escalated incredibly quickly, and was again characterized by the fans as him being "feral," but that was greatly concerning to many of us because it was so out of character. You can read the whole exchange here and decide for yourself, though. Then in October, he recorded these two videos, and for me it's a combination of what he was doing plus how he looks that was so worrisome.

It was pointed out to me at the time I wrote some of my posts that I was taking all of this too seriously and that it was just Michael's humor. I fully acknowledge this could've been the case, but after looking at all of these posts (including my own October 2020 archive) and seeing how many other people shared these concerns, I don't think I was or am entirely off-base.

As always, though, I encourage people to form their own opinions, so hopefully the links and posts above will be helpful to you for exactly that purpose. Thanks for writing in! x

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So I saw this post about shipping Saeclus and La'ela or Aurora. And I'm really curious of what it would be like if Saeclus met La'ela and Helen. Will he? How would he feel about them? How does he feel about Aurora?

I would definitely like for him to meet La'ela or Helen, but I can't say anything because this depends on how @nutaella-kookie, the owner of those OCs, feels about this and what she thinks, but since he definitely meets Aurora and I've had this fic planned for a while now, I can give you this fic that describes how he feels about Aurora and just, another interaction between them.

I will say though, that kookie owns all rights to Aurora, and if / when you read this, kookie, and feel as though Aurora has been misunderstood or misrepresented in any way, please tell me. I'll change it immediately.

I do hope that everyone enjoys this though ❤️

Spring Blossoms and Autumn Leaves

"General." He smiles softly, his eyes cast at the other party, a nod following the turn of his head in polite acknowledgment. "I had not expected to see you here - a pleasant surprise."

Meeting again at what ruins and broken down structures that remained of the once-glorious city of Kralle, capital of Adlerland, was far from the ideal. And yet, it suited the life the two of them had been leading to a degree.

Remnants of lost kingdoms and declining people. Standing tall, not so proud any more. And wanting more than anything to go home.

"Sir." Aurora's expression has shifted from the pained one she wore before. Now it was one of surprise. Though even this look passed quickly. It seems she's become so tired that holding on to any feeling besides grief has become a pesky chore.

He can't say he blames her.

"It's a delight to see you unharmed again, though we could wish for a better scenery."

She seems to agree with that, her eyes refusing to meet the rubble around her again, instead fixated on his own golden gaze.

"As it is to see you again, sir. But... Why would you roam the ruins like this?"

"I have no other task to attend to these days." He hums - sorrowfully, if one paid enough attention - and continues. "The recording of history in its true, pure form also means observation. Of the battle, the ruins that follow, the refugee camps that become of the losing party..."

He halts his words there, and instead casts his eyes to the young Adler General. Aurora's eyes reflect what's left of the city - hollow with grief and haunted with what-ifs and maybes. Perhaps he should have left that last detail out.

Though, that would not have hindered the woman from thinking of the starving and freezing people she once proudly served, would it? Aurora is many things to many people, but a fool she has never been.

"How come you visit the ruins?" He decided to pose a question, to snap her out of where her train of thought would be headed - he knew well it would lead her only towards more despair. "And with the King of Vampires at that. I don't suppose you're awfully fond of each other."

Aurora's face barely changes, but he can still spot the bitter distaste she has for the Gold Blooded King - as the historians named him, though Saeclus preferred his much more sinister and forgotten name; the White Dread - as she speaks.

"I suppose you've spotted the dragon. We left it to hunt, and now he has gone to retrieve it from nearby. It would have been best to let it feed and rest itself for the journey ahead." Aurora states, quite the cold disinterest in her tone regarding the matter.

"A journey from here? Quite the odd place to start from."

"Not if you wish to travel the Black Mountains of Al'ahraish."

Saeclus feels his eyes go wide at the words. And for a few moments more, he stares at the General - whether hoping for his ears to have failed or for her to say more, he isn't sure. He now turns fully to the Adler, striding forward so he stands only a few paces away from Aurora, his eyes bearing into hers with a cautionary gaze.

"I would advise against it." He says, first, and then clears his throat. That was rash, he would do well to be less vague. General Aurora has always been strictly practical and reasonable, not one for an appreciation of vague thoughts and half-sayings.

"The Black Mountains are a dangerous, unruly place. Home to some of the most feared and yet revered demons in our world's history. No party has ever departed for the mountains and returned in whole. Some would deem it unwise to venture a place so discordant alone with a man whose unworthiness of trust is only rivaled by his cold cunning."

Aurora seems to ponder and linger on the words for a moment or two more. Then, her gaze settles on a nearby ruin of what was once a house, her voice firm when she responds. "I have decided to go. I said I would lead him beyond, and I will do so, and then I will return to my... House."

The fact that she purposefully replaced the word 'home' did not escape Saeclus, and he breathes for a moment. He's always found her determination and bravery remarkable, even if it's been denied by many.

After all, who could truly say a girl who survived military training, so harsh and gruesome that it brought tears of blood to the eyes, is not brave? And who could truly blame her for grieving, in cold loneliness, the sheer knowledge that she was to go down in history as a double-crosser?

"Do you hold faith in Karl Heinz?"

"No. But I do have faith in her."

Ah yes. Now it all made sense. This her Aurora spoke of could be no other than the infamous Lady Devyn Kang. He had heard from the Lady herself that she and Aurora have been close companions for years.

"I see."

"Is it bothersome?"

"I don't believe it is my place to be bothered, General Aurora." He smiled softly again, a golden light held within his eyes, her name sounding clear on his tongue. A silent show of trust. "Nor is it my place to decide what you choose is right or wrong. Only time will tell of that. Think of my meddlesome words as cautionary tales - those of a comrade to another's."

He turned to the side, and began to slowly walk to the aforementioned ruins. He could sense the Vampire King walking back towards them. The dragon must have finished its hunt.

"Whatever our souls have endured has not been wholly by choice, as fate twists in cruel and daunting ways."

She may not enjoy poetry much, but that wouldn't stop Saeclus from expressing himself through it. He found a pretty string of words and interpretative yet sincere meanings as close as he could get to a discovery of self. Perhaps that is one reason she dislikes them so.

He turns to her one last time, she is looking back at him now, and offers one last smile. "I should hope to see you back from your trip, General. Perhaps we can meet again in autumn, when the leaves of peach trees begin dancing in the wind, spring long forgotten by nature."

Aurora's face seems to brighten for an instant, the word 'spring' having sparked something within her alive. That's good. It means she is not too far gone yet.

"I would like that. To see spring blossoms and autumn leaves."

Saeclus holds his gaze on her a moment longer and offers her another nod. "Only the unloved and the unnatural would dislike that, and you are neither."

He doesn't turn back again, walking ahead into the ruins, vanishing from sight and aura as though he was never there to begin with.

You are not unloved, Aurora. It was a silent voice, a whisper in the wind, a reassurance that was spoken of not lips but in-between words. And you need not be alone. Let us meet again someday.

In the years to come, Saeclus will think of this short conversation again. He will ponder how his every action may have changed what became of the General Aurora, her kind's greatest. Would his persuasion have mattered had he tried more? Perhaps he could suggest to accompany them? Or should he have followed in silence to observe fate as he had said he does?

But for the moment, he was content with an unspoken promise of another meeting and moved by the power of trusting in another person so strongly. He hoped then that the time had come for her to leave "the Destroyer" behind, and live on as Aurora would want to.

And he could hope for no better fate.

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