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chromatic-lamina · 8 months

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one piece 1091 spoilers (including things you won't see in viz)

Hey! Well everyone's going OPLA crazy, so 1091 might just fly under the radar, which is a shame, cos' it's a good chapter! I usually only do these commentaries on the chapters with Law, Kid, characters I really like (and I like the Straw Hats, but you know where my heart lies!), or small things that catch my attention like:

Is that Chuji (from Wano) helping Sanji out with the cooking for the crew? AND did

Doflamingo and one of his clones pop in to spice up the party? AND where

are Robin and Franky? Love seeing Jinbei helping out with the cooking, and Brook and Chopper politely enjoying themselves. Chapter's title is Sentomaru!

So the Pacifista and the weaponised sea beasts are taking on the navy (and the Vegapunks don't know that their defenses have been breached yet. The sea beasts are cute in a Big Mom way:

But never fear because

Doll is here! And another of the new vice admirals who was to the right of those two frames above. Beating up sea beasts, I think, and making their way to the Pacifistas (Doll already arrived!).

It seems that

if Kizaru hadn't breached the defences that the navy wouldn't stand too good a chance against the Robo beasts, OR, if Kizaru was with them, maybe they would. Also, love Usopp with his sniper specs (or whatever they are).

Also, it seems that Vegapunk is pretty blind to

the weakness in the control hierarchy. As shown earlier with the whole seraphim debacle, it's too easy for one person in the chain to wrest control. Then again, there is or was an assumption that everyone is trusted. Going out of order, but Jay Garcia Saturn Kizaru saying (thanks @darkspock)

that it would be good to keep Vegapunk alive (he is alluding to Vegapunk here, as Kizaru confirms he's set to kill him in the next panel) in the same way Jay Garcia Saturn says that

it was a shame to lose the weaponised beasts, and that losing them, and ultimately Vegapunk, because they are the less valuable or even dangerous assets, show how far removed he is from humanity. BUT, he does want to keep one Vegapunk! (Edit in: And I wonder now if Kizaru is talking about Sentomaru)

York! Love me a good villain. Ahhh. And also the power station, and Punk Records cannot become collateral damage. Elimination fo the rest of Vegapunk is the top priority. I still think the Victoria Punk might have a link to all of this too! (just from the name).

Anyway, back to the linear storyline. Before Sentomaru

bites the dust, Usopp, Nami and Brook sight Kizaru, and Brook mentions Sabaody. It's not forgotten, throughout the piece.

AND, I just had a thought, they weren't taken out by Kizaru this round, far from it, but Kid and Law (and all the other supernova, other than Bonney, Luffy and Zoro) were taken out by other forces before they got the chance to flee from (or fight) Kizaru again. It's a good way of showing the high stakes and who is left in the game. (Usopp still has his specs).

So Vegapunk is not aware of Kizaru's determination to let Sentomaru fight from his own morals, and Sentomaru's resolve to protect Vegapunk at all costs. The very small background story (we had some before) is sweet, as always, especially the relationship between "Uncle" Kizaru and Santomaru.

And speaking of cute and hoodlum and maybe awkward, but so at home in one's skin to not even be aware of it:

Young

Kizaru. SO Kizaru wipes out Santomaru and it affects

Stella Vegapunk (Atlas too?). But York is unaffected, and won't give up the code! (And Usopp has lost his glasses).

What if the "Old Friends" that Jay Garcia Saturn Kizaru refers to were

this treacherous bastard, and his now bubble-wrapped

colleague, Kaku!

Smart move on Sanji's part, but let's reel it back a little:

Rob Lucci takes Stussy out (and Oda did say in the most recent SBS that he finally learnt how to draw bums, so he's taking every opportunity to draw bums. Butt only female bums, apparently!) And declares:

that he and Kizaru are besties and everyone's days are numbered, BUT, what if Jay Garcia Saturn Kizaru was talking about Rob Lucci (and Kaku) when he said it was a shame to lose old friends. Lucci is one of those kinds of villains who should be on the most-hated list (like Spandam and Walpole). He's good looking for sure, and CP9/0 have sad stories, but dammit!

Also, Big News Morgans is not gonna be happy about Stussy. But Sanji's move against Kaku above was so swift and cool. And it's Nami declaring Stussy Chan, isn't it? I don't think it's Sanji, due to the positioning of the text bubble, but I could be wrong.

This guy (Zoro)

is on the offensive (looks great!). And so is

this guy! Also love that Luffy uses 'we' to describe the whole crew (the whole generation?) being stronger.

And Santomaru's Japanese attack names and their meanings, apparently won't appear in Viz:

T/N: "TIN: "SUMO STRIKE" IN VIZ.

ASHIGARA IS THE MOUNTAIN ASSOCIATED WITH THE LEGENDARY KINTARO WHO INSPIRED SENTOMARU'S DESIGIN.

I'm sure I've missed a ton, but there you go! Oh, where's Robin? (and Chopper). Were they going to the Sunny? Also, these two scenes were superrr cute! Bonney and Luffy should definitely be besties.

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torreshalstead · 11 months

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It Seemed Like a Good Idea - Chapter 1

Summary - Hailey’s US visa was due to expire, which normally wouldn’t be an issue as the CPD would get it renewed but due to a backlog of paperwork, this wasn’t possible. This meant Hailey was faced with the real possibility of having to leave the country, her job and everything she held dear. That was until Jay offered up a solution which would allow her to stay in Chicago, in Intelligence, with him - they could get married. Getting married was a good idea, right?

Chapter - 1/18

Notes - I really hope you enjoy the first chapter, I am so excited to be sharing this one finally, I’ve been working on it for a few months and I absolutely adore it. It’s full of all my favourite tropes and definitely some factual inaccuracies of the US visa process (going off my own limited experiences/friends) but it’s fiction! AO3 Link

It was a slow day in the bullpen, filled only with the sounds of fingers on keyboards and the rustle of papers. The tapping of Adam’s pen against the desk was starting to wear on Hailey’s last nerve. In an attempt to get away from it without snapping at him, she stood up and headed into the break room. Maybe coffee would be the solution.

‘Ruzeks' insistent pen tapping driving you crazy again?’ Unbeknownst to her, her partner had followed her into the break room and was leaning against the fridge. Being an ex-sniper, he had a way of walking without making any sound, it creeped Hailey out to no end and she had told him as much.

‘It wouldn’t be so bad if he could actually keep a steady beat to it’, she huffed, leaning her elbows on the counter and resting her head in her hands. ‘Thought coffee might help to clear my head but I can still hear it even from here’.

‘One second’, Jay said, excusing himself and leaving Hailey alone with the sound of the coffee machine bubbling away, the hot elixir dripping into her mug, the nonsensical tapping still echoing in her brain.

Hailey let her mind drift away from the bullpen and its noises but instead of zoning out to a place of peace, her mind was instead filled with worry; deadlines and dates swimming around her brain. It wasn’t unusual that she hadn’t heard anything by now, no reason to worry about anything.

‘I’ve sent him out to go get us actual coffee’, the smooth sound of Jay’s voice broke through her reverie. ‘You alright?’ he asked, her lack of a comment about him creeping up on her clearly concerning him. ‘You were somewhere else for a second.’

Hailey stood herself up straight, running a hand over her face and then over her hair, tugging her ponytail tighter. ‘All good, just a daydream’, she smiled, an empty smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes so she turned away from Jay quickly, focusing instead on the notice board instead. They had been partners for 3 years now, long enough for him to be able to tell when she was lying to him. He had the uncanny ability to be able to read her like a book.

‘Anything good?’ he asked with a smirk as he came to lean against the counter next to her.

‘Now that would be telling,’ she responded, her voice laced with sass.

‘Touché.’

‘There you are Upton’, Sergeant Trudy Platt said as she walked into the break room. The usually stern desk sergeant had a soft spot for Hailey, something that the rest of the unit never let her forget. Trudy had been the first person Hailey had spoken to when she entered the district 3 years ago, fresh faced and eager. It didn’t hurt that she had turned up armed with warm loukoumades, fresh from the Greek restaurant near her new apartment. Turns out it didn’t take much to get Trudy Platt on side.

‘Hey Sarge, what can I do for you?’ Hailey smiled at the older officer, unlike the one she had given her partner earlier, this one was warm and genuine.

‘This was sent down from the Ivory Tower, marked urgent so thought I’d best deliver it straight into your dainty little hands,’ she smirked as she handed over the envelope. Jay stifled a chuckle next to her which was met with a dainty elbow into his ribs.

‘Thanks Sarge, Ruzek’s just gone out for coffee, I’m sure if you stay long enough you could convince him to hand his over to you. That’s if you don’t mind the milky-est of coffees with far too much cinnamon.’

‘Trust that kid to have the worst taste in coffee’, Trudy made a look of disgust. ‘Chuckles, your order any better?’ She shot Jay a questioning look.

‘You’re more than welcome to have my iced mocha,’ he said with a smirk.

‘There’s not a snowball's chance in hell that you ordered an iced mocha,’ Trudy crossed her arms and pondered for a second, a calculating look appearing on her face. ‘You’ve got a coffee with a splash of oat milk, one sweetener and an extra shot but only on Friday’s right?’

Jay’s mouth hung open as Hailey laughed. Trudy had got it in one. ‘Hh.. how?’ Jay stuttered, the look of shock etched across his face.

‘There’s a reason I’ve got these stripes and you haven’t, Chuckles, don’t you forget it,’ she smirked. ‘Anyway that’s better than Goldilocks’s order of a vanilla latte. I mean do you want to be more of a millennial Upton’.

It was Jay’s turn to laugh as Hailey muttered under her breath that it was delicious.

Just then Kim burst into the room, her jacket half on, ‘Adam caught a case. He needs us down on Wabush, now.’

‘Sorry to cut this short Sarge, but duty calls,’ Jay said with a grin as he ran over to his desk, grabbing his jacket and plucking Hailey’s from the back of her chair with ease.

‘Can you put this in my drawer?’ Hailey said, holding out the envelope that Trudy had brought upstairs as Jay handed her jacket over.

‘No problem, stay safe,’ she responded, accepting the envelope back and watching as Jay and Hailey followed the rest of the unit down the back staircase to the rollup.

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It was early evening by the time the team returned back to the district, tired and sweaty from a long foot chase that had ended the case.

‘Next time you catch a case Ruze, make sure the guy can’t run like some Olympic sprinter,’ Kevin said dramatically as he flung himself down in his chair, pulling at his damp orange shirt that was sticking to his skin.

‘Ha ha, if Halstead hadn’t sent me out for coffee then none of us would have had to endure such a lengthy workout,’ Adam said grumpily, wiping the dirt off his jeans. He had fallen flat on his face trying to take a left corner too fast and his jeans had paid the price.

‘But now the streets of Chicago are safer because of it, Ruzek,’ Jay said, a hint of sarcasm in his tone. ‘So really you should be thanking me for sending you on the errand.’

‘Yes, thank you for ruining my favourite pants.’

‘I didn’t tell you to deck it Ruze, not my fault you can’t stay upright when you run,’ Jay laughed and the rest of the unit joined in, Adam excluded who sat with his arms crossed in a grump.

‘Anyway, let’s get cleaned up and head out. Paperwork can wait for a day, Molly’s?’ Jay suggested, everyone else nodding in agreement. ‘Hails, you in?’ he asked Hailey.

‘Yeah, I’ll meet you all there, just going to shower at home,’ she said, gesturing to her hair which was sticking to her head with a sheen of sweet, speckled with dirt.

‘Too good for the district showers,’ Jay smirked, ‘the more I know about you Upton,’ he winked as he followed the others into the locker room.

Hailey opened the top drawer of her desk, the letter from earlier sat on top of the pile of pens and post-its that littered it. She sighed as she picked it up, folding and shoving it into her back pocket. She'd read it once she got home, she already knew what it was going to say.

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Hailey sat on her couch, hair still damp from the shower, the open letter clutched tightly in her hands.

She had thought she would know what it would say, know exactly what would be written on the official letter headed paper. But she had been wrong.

She was now blankly staring at it, the future she thought she was going to have disappearing before her eyes.

The letter from the ivory tower which she had believed would tell her that her visa was being renewed and she would need to head to the Canadian Embassy in Chicago for a quick meeting and to provide the evidence that she had continued employment at the Chicago Police Department, hadn’t said that at all.

It had said that at this time the department was unable to support her visa renewal request. The department was over 12 months behind on applications and as such her visa would expire before the renewal request was even seen to. It stated that once her visa expired, she would need to return to Canada and that the new application would need to be started from there and could take a further 12 months. That was if it was approved.

There was no way that Voight would be able to hold her spot open in Intelligence for 12 months, it wouldn’t be possible. So she could end up stuck in Canada, a place she had tried so desperately hard to get away from, with no hope of returning to the city that she loved, the district she loved and the job she loved for at least 12 months. And then there was no promise that her job would be waiting for her when she would finally make it back.

When she had submitted her request with 6 months remaining on her visa, she had thought it would take at most 8 weeks for the department to review her application and make their ruling. She knew that as long as the renewal process was in process and the initial application had been received by the embassy then she would be able to remain in the US and continue working until such a time as a decision was made.

But if they weren’t able to review the application for over a year, then she had just 4 months left on her visa. 4 months until she had to leave Chicago. 4 months until she had to leave the home she had made here, the friends she had made here, the job that had made her.

The letter fell to the floor as Hailey walked over to the kitchen and poured a glass of whiskey. This night called for it.

Whilst Hailey was at home, Jay was sitting in Molly’s with the rest of the unit, his head constantly jerking towards the door whenever he heard it open.

‘You’re going to get a crick in your neck if you keep doing that all night man, she’ll be here,’ Adam said loudly, currently finishing his third beer of the evening.

‘It can take us girls a while to get ready,’ chimed Kim with a grin. But Jay knew Hailey, she showered quicker than he did and was never one to make people wait unless she had a good reason to.

‘I’ll be right back,’ he said, heading out to the patio to find a quiet spot in which he could give Hailey a call without any of their friends eavesdropping.

She picked up after the third ring, only a fraction slower than she normally would. ‘Hey Jay.’

‘Hey, we’re all waiting for you, something hold you up?’ he asked, concerned. There was something off in her voice but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

The line went quiet for a moment. ‘Umm, no, I just didn’t feel like it,’ she said, her voice sounding slightly timid, missing that bubbly nature it usually had.

‘You alright?’ he asked again, the worry in him starting to increase. She had been fine when they had left her at the district, sure she had been a bit more irritable earlier when they were working on paperwork but he had just assumed she was bored. She was never one who particularly enjoyed being stuck in the bullpen surrounded by paperwork. Hailey was the kind of cop who flourished on the street and in the interrogation room, not putting pen to paper writing it all up.

‘I’m fine Jay, just wanted a quiet night in.’

‘I’m coming over,’ he said firmly, coming to the decision that there was something wrong with his partner.

‘Honestly Jay I’m okay,’ she said but the finality in her voice wasn’t there, he took that as a sign.

‘I’m your partner Hailey, I’m coming over.’

‘Okay,’ she said quietly.

That was as close as he was going to get with Hailey admitting that she needed him. So he ducked out of the patio via the back entrance, his friends were already a few sheets to the wind so he doubted he would be missed. And if he was honest, they would only need one guess to figure out where he was going anyway.

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It took him only 10 minutes to get from Molly’s to Hailey’s apartment block. He’d been nursing the same beer the whole time they had been sitting there so he was fine to drive. She buzzed him in without saying a word when he let her know he had arrived. Unsure of what to expect at her apartment, he approached with caution.

‘Hails, it’s me,’ he said as he knocked twice on the door. It opened slowly after a second, a dishevelled Hailey with red rimmed eyes opened the door.

They had been partners for 3 years so had seen each other in a variety of ways; post shootings, illnesses, an array of undercover attire, but he had never seen her like this. She looked so small, so sad, swamped in an old CPD t-shirt, leggings with paint stains adorning the fabric and her hair thrown up into a messy bun.

‘Hey,’ she said quietly, moving out of his way to let him into the apartment.

‘I was worried,’ he said as he looked around. There was a half empty bottle of whiskey sitting on her coffee table, an empty glass sat next to it and a piece of paper lying on the table. Everything else in the apartment was as he expected.

‘I’m okay, I just felt like drinking alone tonight,’ she said as she walked back to the coach, pouring some more of the amber liquid into the glass and taking a long swing.

‘Well, you’re drinking with me now,’ Jay said as he went over to grab himself a glass from the kitchen. The two had often shared a drink after a difficult case so he knew exactly where to find the whiskey glasses.

‘Can’t promise to be the best company,’ Hailey muttered, tucking her legs up under herself as he took a seat next to her.

‘That’s alright, you going to tell me what’s going on?’ Jay asked softly, glancing over at Hailey. For someone who was normally so confident and who radiates positive energy, the Hailey that was sitting next to him now was starkly different. He could tell that she was tipsy, the amount of liquor left in the bottle told him as much. But instead of being happy, outlandish and on occasion a bit flirty when she had had a few drinks, she was withdrawn, avoiding eye contact and attempting to make herself as small as possible on the couch.

‘You don’t need to worry about my problems,’ she said. There was no venom in her voice, more a lack of belief that anyone would want to listen to her. Jay knew enough about Hailey’s past to know that sometimes it had been the truth, that she had spent more time isolated and alone than someone should do. But that was no longer the case, she had people here that cared about her. He cared about her.

‘I know I don’t need to, but I’m your partner Hails, I want to,’ Jay said, still unsure what was going on behind those ocean blue eyes. He was usually quite good at getting a read on Hailey, even if she did keep things close to the chest. ‘If you tell me, I might be able to help you.’

‘I don’t think your charm is going to work on the US immigration office,’ Hailey scoffed lightly and downed the remains of her drink, slamming the glass down a little too loudly on the table as she picked up the letter and all but threw it into Jay’s lap.

Ignoring her comment, Jay started to read the letter.

Dear Ms Upton,

We regret to inform you that owing to circumstances quite beyond our control, we are unable to process your visa extension application within the given time frame. The current estimated wait time is 12 months. As your current work visa expires within this period, you will need to return to Canada and reapply for your visa from within your home country. You must ensure you exit the United States of America on or before the expiry of your current visa. Failure to comply with this could have a negative impact on any future visa applications you wish to make.

Unfortunately we, the Chicago Police Department, cannot guarantee that the position you currently hold in The Intelligence Unit under the command of Sergeant Hank Voight will still be available upon your return, should your visa extension be granted. We will endeavour to find a role that is equally suitable and of the same level should this occur.

We understand this is not the news you were expecting but please contact our personnel department should you wish to discuss the matter in any further detail.

Yours sincerely,

The Personnel Division, Chicago Police Department.

‘Your visa is expiring?’ he asked slowly, looking up from the letter that suddenly felt like lead in his hands.

Hailey nodded, ‘in 4 months.’

‘And there’s no way for you to stay?’

‘Not unless I can magically pull a green card out from somewhere,’ she said with a harsh laugh.

‘Surely there’s some other way-’ Jay started but Hailey jumped to her feet, her shins bumping into the coffee table and causing the glasses on it to wobble slightly.

‘There’s not Jay, don’t you think I’ve spent the last few hours thinking about this!’ Hailey said loudly as she started to pace up and down the living room, her hand rubbing over her face. ‘CPD should have been able to extend it no problem, I submitted the application 6 months before it was due to expire. Like I was supposed to do. And then 8 weeks later instead of getting confirmation that my visa is in hand and I can stay, I get this. Banishing me back to Canada and pretty much telling me too bad your job won’t be here when you return.’

‘I’m sure Voight-’

‘Even if Voight wanted to keep my spot open, there’s no way the unit could be down a detective for 12 months Jay, that’s a whole year! I’m not being the reason that there isn’t enough cover on a case and you get hurt. Or anyone else,’ she added after a second. ‘I’ll just have to try my luck when I come back. But it’s just not fair,’ she dramatically threw her arms in the air. ‘I worked so hard to get to where I am, to put together a life for myself here in Chicago. A life I was proud of. And I’m going to lose it because of some administration backlog at the Ivory Tower. Are you kidding me?’ She said loudly, falling back onto the couch next to Jay with a soft thud. ‘It’s not fair,’ she muttered, pouring another glass and downing it in one before the bottle had even been set down.

Jay was speechless. He had never seen Hailey so out of control before, she was spiralling and if he was being honest with himself, he was too. She was the best partner he had ever had on the job. She kept him on the straight and narrow, without her he never would have gone to therapy and goodness knows where he would be without that. She made him laugh, made him smile, always gave him crap about something or other but he didn’t care. She was his partner. His best friend. The possibility of her moving away, even if it was just for 12 months was not something he was willing to entertain.

‘I have an idea,’ he said, slowly swirling his untouched whiskey in the glass.

‘Okay?’ Hailey said from where she had through her arm over her eyes, her body completely relaxed into the back of the couch.

‘We get married.’

Hailey froze. ‘I know it’s crazy,’ Jay continued.

‘Crazy?!’ Hailey exclaimed, her arm flying off her face as she sat upright, spinning around to stare at Jay. ‘That’s actually mental Jay, you can’t marry me!’

‘It would just be until the department was able to get to your visa application, but in the meantime, we could get the paperwork started for a spousal visa, you’ll be able to stay in the country whilst we do the application, simultaneously the department would be putting your work visa together. Once that comes through, we’ll be able to get the marriage annulled and go about our business as usual. You’ll get to stay in the country and keep your job’.

Jay was aware that the idea was ridiculous, illegal if he was being truthful but he would do anything to keep Hailey here in Chicago, in Intelligence, with him.

‘I can’t ask you to do that Jay’, Hailey said, almost deflating at the words, pulling her legs back up on the couch and wrapping her arms around them.

‘You’re not asking Hails. I’m offering. I’ll marry you.’ Jay turned so his whole body was facing her, trying to show her that he meant everything he was saying.

‘You’re serious?’ Hailey said quietly, her eyes filling with tears as she raised her gaze to meet his.

‘As I’ve ever been.’

‘You don’t have to,’ she sniffed, wiping a finger underneath her eye to catch any escaping tears.

‘I know I don’t,’ Jay responded with a small smirk.

‘But then why?’ Hailey asked, confusion etched across her face.

‘You’re my partner and my best friend. I don’t want to lose you. Even for a year. So I’ll marry you.’

‘You know this won’t be easy. We’ll have to fool everyone,’ Hailey said after a second, the gears in her head grinding into action. ‘There can’t be any cracks, it’s not exactly the most legal thing to do.’

‘I know Hailey. We can do it.’ He smiled, the soft smile that made his green eyes twinkle slightly more than they usually did.

‘So, we’re getting married?’ She raised her glass up towards him.

‘We’re getting married.’ He touched his glass to hers, to her it was just an agreement but to Jay it was a promise. A promise that he was going to do everything within his power to ensure that she didn’t have to leave Chicago and Intelligence. That she didn’t have to leave him.

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nekkodiaries · 1 year

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⌖ the 7th shot. ┆ second base. [ 0.7k words + 2 pics. ]

killstrike: oi, i waited for 30 mins for ur stupid ass n u didnt come ://

killstrike: hey .. its been 2 days 😐 this isnt funny r u actually mad at me

killstrike: im sorry for calling u stupid 😕 even tho u kind of are

killstrike: 😕😕😕 its been 5 days since ur last active. are you okay?

jay sighs as he finishes sending the last message. summer break's about to end and the way she's been inactive makes him feel like this little friendship they've made's about to end too. maybe he should have taken heeseung's advice and asked for her number. or any other social media account.

this feels all too repetitive of the last 'incidents' he's had with her. she ghosts him and he gets anxious, staring at the screen until that little button beside her icon turns green, messaging her a couple of times even though he isn't getting a reply back. each message he sends knocking down hard on his pride, but he continues to type away. it almost leaves him upset at how he's actively trying to build a friendship with her, and her not caring enough to update him.

but he shoos his anxious thoughts away, convincing himself that maybe he's overthinking this. that even though she teased and insulted him quite a lot, she'd never completely ghost jay without reason.

just like magic, his phone vibrates. jay sits up from his bed, eyes glued on the little chat box he has with notursniper. she just comes back with a lame "haha hi." without anything else. was she not going to address how she was gone for a week? was she going to dip again?

killstrike: haha hi your face.

jongseong did not mean for his words to come out so 'upset' and pointed, but he actually was.

notursniper: hey 🥺 did you not miss your favorite sniper,, hmph

killstrike: you were gone for a week and you didn't tell me 😐

notursniper: i didn't have a choice !! i sprained my hand and my wrist hurts too much to hold my phone 🥺 can't even game grrRRr.

oh. that's why she was away. he wonders why she keeps getting into little accidents— from catching fever to spraining her hand. so clumsy, this one. he chuckles and puts his phone down briefly, rubbing his palm on his face as it dawns on him just how stupid he was for getting so deep into his mind about her short absence.

notursniper: oh god, you waited for me the day i slipped hhhhHhh I'M SORRY 🥺😭

killstrike: nah it's no big deal. i DID worry bc of ur sudden absence though. not fun. 😐😐😐 killstrike: anyw. do u wanna play now? i haven't duo-ed since u went AWOL on me

notursniper: guess you're gonna go awol on duo for longer because i can't play rn notursniper: i'm lich relly typing w one hand because my wrist hurts like a raging bitch.

his thumbs come to the screen to tell her to take a rest but heeseung's words come to mind. maybe he can ask for her twitter? pubg isn't as fun without her as his partner, plus he wouldn't have to log in everyday just to reply to her. god knows he's only been using the game to talk to her and not to actually game.

he stares at his phone for a while, thumbs slightly trembling at the thought of asking her to talk somewhere else other than the app itself. jay is nervous this would change their dynamics. but is it really that deep? maybe it is. maybe it's not. maybe he's just overthinking this again. but she might think otherwise— maybe she assumes he wants something more than a platonic gamer-friendship with her (which he does) but he doesn't want to outright give up his pride for that. then again, if he doesn't do this, he realizes she might ghost again and he's the one who'll end up having a hard time. so with his toes curled in nervousness, he types out a message.

killstrike: would it be easier to talk on twitter? only if you're comfortable. :)

notursniper: are going to second base rn? 😳😳

killstrike: . loRD. i should not have apologized that day 🧎🏻

notursniper: i'm kidding ! 🤣 give me you're @ and i'll follow you.

killstrike: same as my ign.

notursniper: boo 👎 boring 👎

killstrike: i don't take insults from 9-year olds. now go follow me and let's talk there so you can rest your wrist.

masterlist. ┆ previous. — next.

summary: park jay lives life as a hot-headed gamer by day and.. well.. still a hot-headed gamer by night— except he secretly goes by the name killstrike. after losing a match, he finds himself trash-talking his teammate notursniper, who happens to be the mysterious classmate he's been admiring for over a year and more.

taglist [open] : @yvnjin-s @wondering-out-loud @rikisly @babystrlla @shinrjj @homelycat @annoyingbitch83 @fadedluvv @haerinism

permanent taglist: @duolingofanaccount @enhasengene

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blubushie · 6 months

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DO YOU HAVE ANY FAVOURITE POKEMON

I adore poison and ghost types ! Ghost types are so pretty to me, Im currently working on a 5 ft painting sprite thing of cofagrigus so i can put it on my wall

My childhood favourite Pokémon were Rapidash and Totodile. I've got an affection for grass types, dragon types, but mostly ghost types!

Now?

Well, lemme check the Pokédex, er...

Vulpix and Ninetales, but Alolan. I fucking love the Alolan variants of these two and Alolan Vulpix was the first Pokémon I ever traded for. You're going to notice that I have an affinity for mainly white or mainly black Pokémon.

Diglett

Rapidash. I don't care for Galarian Rapidash, but I'll gladly take a shiny Galarian! (Or a shiny normal...)

Ditto. I know it's only really useful for breeding but it just looks so stupid that I can't help but love it.

Mew. Mew is my bb and I actually made one for my ex-boyfriend as a teen out of those beads that melt together.

Totodile. Also my bb!

Wooper and Quagsire. I love Quag's expression, I love Wooper's playfulness.

Gardevoir (shiny)

Milotic (love the colours)

Sawsbuck. Their antlers change with the seasons and I think that's neat (spring form is my favourite because I love cherry blossoms)

Sylveon. Listen, I'm an artist. I love colours and how they compliment each other. And I love Sylveon's colour composition and how much the baby blue compliments the rose pink. 10/10 design. I had a shiny Sylveon in Moon.

Xerneas. I have a distinct memory of walking into an EB Games when I was maybe 12 and seeing the ads for Pokémon X and Y and I immediately gravitated toward X because I just really like deer and think weaponised bone cancer (antlers) is fucking amazing. Deer Pokémon? Sign me up. (On that note, I think that X is actually the first Pokémon gen I actually saw advertised... I didn't go out to town enough.)

Rowlet. Oh my god Rowlet my bb. Evolves into Decidueye and if you think I DIDN'T pick the grass/ghost edgy hooded owl sniper for a starter in Moon you are dead wrong.

Salazzle. I had this girl on my team--a shiny, cuz I love shinies--in Moon (and continued with that lineup in Sword & Shield).

Mimikyu. Lemme tell you how much I fucking love Mimikyu ok? I really love Mimikyu. I used to doodle Mimikyu. I have a keychain of Mimikyu somewhere (got for free when I bought cards). The poor bastard is scared to death of people and when it finally shows its face it wears a mask so you don't see its true colours. I love this thing. Me as a Pokémon. I'd break the no-hug rule for this little cunt cuz he really needs a hug. Do I know what's under the disguise? No. Do I care? No. He's perfect the way he is. Had one on my team and love him forever and ever mwah

Guzzlord, and literally only because of his voice in the Japanese dub of the show.

Sobble because of his fucking :0 facial expression. That's me 80% of my day.

Corviknight. Looks cool. Also I have a soft spot for corvids (especially jays and ravens).

Zacian. Again, colour composition, much like Sylveon. Also, doggo. Also Crowned Sword Zacian is OP as fuuuuuck.

Spectrier. Right now she's probably my favourite Pokémon.

Sprigatito. She's just that cute.

Shroodle. Cuz of them fuckin' eyes.

Espathra. I can trick my heart into thinking it's inspired by an emu instead of an ostrich...

Wiglett, cuz it reminds me of garden eels.

Whatever the fuck is going on with the Paradox Pokémon in Gen 9. Walking Wake, Iron Valiant, and Miraidon are my favourites of this group.

#blu whos #pokemon

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rat-pagi · 8 months

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Kaleesh Week Day 4 - Pups

A very baby Qymaen jai Sheelal and his father. Who's plays an instrument in this one! It's called a varraen, and it sort of works on similar physics to a harp or guitar emphasis on sort of

(More musings under the cut vv)

So, these two. It's strangely important to me that, after his father's death, Qymaen recalls him best not as a warrior, crack-shot sniper, etc., but as a musician. That he keeps the memories of hearing his father's low voice, like winds sweeping across the steppes, singing lullabies as his fingers pluck the strings of the varraen. Of sitting around a smoldering fire with in a encampment where his father's strumming accompanies a tale about demigods from ages past.

Maybe it's something about the irony-- hands that have dealt the rough blows of injury, death from the end of a rifle, working the delicate motions to create music.

Or something about inheritance-- Qymaen could remember his father for the things that drew acclaim, that would eventually parallel his own ascension. Yet that's not what remains with him, no, because though his father may have thought those things important, they did not bring him so much happiness as sitting his son down to show him how to play the varraen.

Qymaen still plays it sometimes. If there's a moment of calm amid all the fighting. If he thinks no one's watching.

He's not so good as his father is, but he keeps playing and maybe that's all that matters.

#kaleesh week #kaleeshweek #kaleeshweek2023 #kaleesh oc #qymaen's bio dad #who also doesn't have a name bc this is more or less kryptonite to me lol #kaleesh varraen #qymaen jai sheelal #general grievous

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hardwaresysx0 · 10 months

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im going to go on an autism ramble i am WOMBO COMBOING two fixations. JAY FOREMAN. he makes this really neat guitar music with really creative lyrics and shit right. well i kinda made this weirdly specific connection. and he reminds me of sniper from tf2 lowkey. and now i'm just thinking sniper would be kicking ass at like a campfire or something, yknow when people play the guitar around the campfire right. yeah that but anyway what im getting at is. the one issue with this headcanon is that jay foreman is british (or at least i assume he is considering Something Oddly Specific) and sniper is australian so it would be weird to headcanon his voice as jay foreman, plus its not THAT fitting i guess. BUT BUT BUT BUT. i read this fanficton right. it talked about how he never really ended up liking women. gay people ANYWAY uh. hm so theres this one song called "slightly imperfect girl" by mr foreman that could possibly be him before realizing that, its about "if like me, you've been single for a long time, and you're looking for the right person, eventually your standards drop" it's quite a funny song actually you can listen to it here but then later he realized Wait a damn second! IM A GAY ASS you know? also i really think he would play guitar he just REEKS guitar to me. ive also seen people headcanon him as playing saxophone though which could also be fitting but now im just thinking about how in this fanfic ive been brainrotting over GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAA you know? you know. you do not know. hold on let me open the fanfic and get a screenshot. THE FANFIC IS RUNNING BLIND BY THETRIGGEREDHAPPY BTW. its not fully done yet but ive already reread 5 of the chapters because of how good it is. heres a link to it if you want anyway i just opened it and found this funny screenshot instead of the thing that i was looking for so you're looking at that now. wait nvm its not that funny without context it just looks like some guy getting over the head with a wooden stick. anyway let me find what i was actually looking for HERE IT IS

im going to kms i just deleted like half of my rambles im gonna cry. im gonna kill something im gonna bite you. im gonna bite the reader. but its okay actually because i got really really off track. im kinda tired of typing actually. maybe ill do more later but my brain is too tired to come up with anything more than this NO WAIT I LIED im going to talk about jay foreman now POTATO. potato song. thats one of the ones where once you listen to it after a while it isnt really that funny but its hilarious the first time you hear it. heres the potato song (animated for your viewing pleasure).... it would be more than strange, it would be horrible!/lyr i never thought a song about a potato prime minister would be so entertaining but here we are. AND THERE'S THIS ONE SONG BY JAY FOREMAN. WHERE HE DOES THIS FUCKING AMAZING MOUTH TRUMPET IM STILL SO SURPRISED HOW DID HE DO THAT?! YOU KNOW??? heres that one the lyrics are also really good honestly its soooo clever. one of my favorites of his. if i could do that mouth trumpet i would pull so many bitches..................... but what im getting at is that sniper would probably sing at least SOME of these. sometimes. as a treat. but he doesnt like singing that much so you gotta ask him really nicely and even then he'll be all like SIGHHHHHH or whatever, yeah

the original post where i thought about this i said that the song that he would most likely know is pretend you're happy by jay foreman(obviously its by jay foreman/t) and the reason why is BECAUSE OF THE FANFIC I READ OKAY. it goes into depth kinda about a surprisingly amount of mental illness. but it reminded me of him because of how my view has changed on the character after reading running blind like im putting it in my mouth. i am putting it in my mouth you dont understnad im going cray cray bonkers over this fanfic. i think im gonna look at more potential fanfics from thetriggeredhappy because OOOH MY GOD its not just the characters and story i find interesting its the WRITING like its . THERES A LOT!!! THERES LIKE AT LEAST 35 CHAPTERS IN TOTAL. NO THERES TOTALLY WAY MORE THAN THAT IN TOTAL. with all of the fanfics smooshed together though. not just one. all of them. theres like 4 but one of them is about spy which im not too interested in but its still interesting. why are all of the tf2 fanfics i read so GOOD RIPS MY HAIR OUT AND SCREAMS. theres this one texas toast (idk if its actually a ship but its about the two of them) fanfic i read that im still frothing over i need to reread it because the story is SO FUCKING GOOD and the headcanons are SO FUCKING GOOD AND AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH let me look for it and see if i can link it. its this and it is SO GOOD i hope it gets updated again because i am like AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH about it i am so AHHHHHHHHHHH about these tf2 fanfics it is free brainrot content and AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

here is an image of sniper. oh yeah ive actually started sorta maining sniper recently let me get my hours on the game really quick...

i started maining pyro and then i kinda went "hey sniper is loads a fun in casual" so i started playing sniper a lot and now im kinda just vibing with it. medic too but thats because i just. enjoy being a support class?? idk. anyway. a lot of my time is on mvm and i dont know if you can check how long youve played on mvm or not ill look eventually but i dont feel like it right now. anyway im going to stop typing before my fingers start hurting and before my brain runs out of things to ramble about. goodbye

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zappybatz · 2 months

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day 25 of saving for sparkle: 63 passes

ummm did you guys know that sparkle and hu tao and qingque and fischl and furina are literally me in real life. yeah it’s true

i lowkey love exercising and fruits and vegetables do you guys think im turning too normal? should i stop? is it bad to be healthy out of pure spite and maybe a bit of delusion too??

again i am falling asleep

why are the npcs doing that. green light looking out into the horizon in a rich capitalist city. jay gatsby reference? um did you guys know that the great gatsby is- *gunshots* *blood splatters* *police sirens* *ambulance sirens* *news trucks pull up* *shocked crowd* *aliens gasping* *sniper smirking* *gatsby staring at a green light across the lake delusionally*

#sparkle hsr #hsr sparkle

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marshmallows2345 · 2 years

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it's a rock! (greg gerwitz x fem! reader)

summary: when a robbery goes bad, and you get hurt, it makes mouse put a real rock on your finger.

content warning: gun violence, other chicago pd-esque acts, and some really cute fluff at the end

you, greg, and jay were the 3 musketeers, protecting each other from whatever harm was in your way. the three of you went everywhere together, and any commander of yours knew that if you were going somewhere, greg or jay had to go with you. it was greg, though, who was more protective of you than jay, but that was with good reason. you and greg were dating, even before you got to the rangers. being in the same unit with your boyfriend meant that the two of you had a bond stronger than anyone else.

back when the three of you were in the rangers, you had protected mouse and jay with everything you had. it didn’t matter who or what was in front of you. if it was threatening you, or your unit, it wouldn’t be there much longer. alongside jay, you were one of the best snipers the team had, sometimes even better than jay. you neevr got shot, always managing to get out unscathed. but outside of the fighting, the horror, the carnage, you were sweet as pie. you were always cracking jokes with jay and mouse, fooling around with them whenever you were able to. though, if jay got too rough with you, he would get an earful from greg. it was never malicious, merely a “lay off of her.”

you had gotten an honorable discharge, and you were living in chicago with greg. the two of you were happily together, healing together from your time in the rangers. greg was now working for the chicago police department, and you were in a typical office job. what you didn’t know was that greg was planning on proposing soon. he had a ring as well as the rock he had given you back in the rangers when he jokingly proposed to you. both were going to be used in the proposal.

it was late one night, and greg was still in the district. you were making a dinner for both you and him; silently humming until you were jolted out of your domestic bliss by the sound of your door busting open.

the next few seconds were a blur. you heard screams, but they didn’t make sense. nothing made sense at this point; you were just on autopilot. they told you to get down, you did. you dropped the weapon, a flimsy plastic spatula, and you pushed it aside. they screamed at you for the money, but you and mouse never kept cash in the apartment. any valuable jewelry, you kept in a safe deposit box. neither one of you were stupid, and yet, here you were, caught in a stupid situation.

and then, there was the sound you dreaded most. 2 shots, and you were down for the count.

they ransacked your apartment, tearing open every drawer and every box that you had. not that they found much, maybe some old photos and old army stuff, but nothing of monetary value. you were bleeding, profusely, and you knew you wouldn’t last long. there was blood, too much of it. when the idiot robbers left, you mustered up your last bits of courage to dial 911.

you didn’t remember anything after that.

back in intelligence, greg and jay were having a beer together in greg’s office when they got the call. jay answered it, saying,

“detective halstead.”

greg watched as the color drained from jay’s face, and his mind started racing. when jay hung up the phone, he took a deep breath, and said,

“mouse, y/n’s been shot. she-“

“let’s go!” greg said, grabbing his hoodie and hurrying out.

jay had never seen greg drive so fast to a destination before. greg’s eyes were filled with rage and anxiety. he was kicking himself for not being there, for not protecting you the same way you protected him. you could be dead, dying, who knew at this point? the only thing that mattered to him was that you were alone, without him there. he hated himself for it.

he burst into the hospital, jay right behind him flashing the CPD badge.

“where is she?” mouse frantically said as he stopped by the front desk. “y/n? where is she?”

“301.”

jay and greg sprinted up to where you were before being stopped by will, jay’s brother.

“will, how is she?”

“2 gunshot wounds. apparently, it was a robbery, and they tried to kill her, but they were absolutely terrible shots. they were in her abdomen, and she lost a lot of blood. she’ll pull through. if nothing else, the girl was a fighter. maybe not to the robbers, cause she wasn’t stupid, but she was fighing in that OR.”

“good,” greg nodded, his hand running down his face. “good.”

“the paramedics found this in her pocket,” will said as he handed the rock to greg. “not sure why, but…”

“i proposed to her. back in the rangers, we had a joke proposal in front of the guys, and she kept the rock with her ever since. i remmeber how happy she was when i did it, too, cause she knew that there was real love there, you know?”

“i remember,” jay said.

“one of you can go and sit with her. i’m sure she’d love to see you when she gets up.”

the next thing you saw was white. you smelled sterile, gross hospital. but the most standout was how you felt, which was absolutely terrible. you hadn’t felt this bad since after a 3 mile long walk in the desert, and even that wasn’t nearly as half as bad as this. your head turned over and you thought you were dreaming.

“mouse?” you wheezed.

he bounded out of his chair and hung over you, pushing your hair out of your face. you were alive.

“hey, hey, hey, sweetheart. you came back, huh?”

you gave him a weak smile and nod.

“uh-huh.”

“sh, sh, pretty girl. save your strength. i got something, well, two somethings for you.”

he reached into his pocket and pulled out the rock. your eyes lit up as you smiled at him. but then, he pulled out a ring.

“oh, hold on just one sec,” he said before banging on the window and motioning for jay and will to come look.

you let out the softest, weakest chuckle, but greg heard it. he came back over to you and said,

“remember when i proposed to you? back in the middle of nowhere, in some desert?”

you smiled as you thought back to the moment.

it was blazing hot out. there was no shade, except for the house you were in, which was on the verge of being blown to smithereens. you were huddled up with jay and mouse, hanging out together. mouse had you snuggled into his side, which had been dubbed as your rightful spot.

“hey, hey, y/n.”

“what, mouse?”

“i gotta tell you something. but, well, come with me.”

you stood up with him and jay, and mouse covered your eyes. you were a fit of giggles, and you said,

“mouse, what on earth is going on?”

“just trust me, you’ll like it, okay?”

“okay,” you shrugged, softly giggling.

he brought you to where the other guys were sitting. they all were holding their guns like flowers, in a feeble attempt to foster the proposal mindset. when greg uncovered your eyes, you were standing in the middle of a circle, surrounded by your teammates.

“mouse, what’s going on?”

he picked up a rock from the floor and got down on one knee and your eyes went wide.

“oh my god!”

“y/n, i know this isn’t the rock you wanted or that we talked about, but until we get back, it’s gonna have to do. so, it’s a stand-in rock…until i can get a diamond. y/n…will you marry me?”

you tugged him up, snatched the rock from him, and kissed him. cheers erupted from the crowd, and you giggled as you pulled away.

“i’ll marry you when we get back, huh? until then, this rock stays with me. we’ll call it rocky.”

greg shook his head and chuckled as you tucked the rock, now your unofficial pet rock, into your pocket. that rock was now the safest rock in the history of the world.

“mhm,” you nodded, looking up into his big, ocean-blue eyes.

“well, i promised a diamond, and i brought it. with me. i-y/n, after hearing you got shot, i knew i had to do this. i knew, i knew that i had to make you mine forever.”

“mouse…”

“y/n, will you marry me?”

you swallowed, mustering up all your strength to say,

“i’ll be the new mrs. gerwitz.”

greg let out a laugh of disbelief and admiration. he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss to your lips. you were a blushing mess as he pulled away. he turned back to jay and will with the biggest grin on his face, giving them a thumbs-up. jay and will, from what you could see, were ecstatic, smiling at you and giving you a thumbs-up. you chuckled before turning to greg and saying,

“can you paint the rock? with today’s date?”

“i’ll paint the rock like the mona lisa for you,” he said, kissing your forehead. “now you rest up, huh? gotta make sure my girl is nice and strong so she can plan the wedding of a lifetime.”

#greg gerwitz #chicago pd #greg gerwitz x reader #mouse gerwitz #mouse x reader #chicago pd imagine #criminal minds

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justmypartner · 2 years

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Maybe this will be the newest fandom trend! What are your top 3 Sniper!Jay moments? 😏

I LOVE IT!! These trips down memory lane are getting me through hiatus!!

1. “Where do you want it?” | 9x03: something everything about smug Jay showing off is sexy af. A whole episode dedicated to putting his skills on display was an absolute treat. This scene alone felt like the cherry on top.

2. Impromptu Sniper’s Nest | 7x19: I want to start by saying that this episode is super underrated and if it’s been a while since you’ve watched it, it’s definitely worth a rewatch. It’s not even a Jay-heavy episode, but this scene is everything I want in a sniper Jay scene - from him removing his vest and jacket, to breaking the window, and getting in position with his concentrated/laser focused frown. An all around good time for all of you sniper Jay stans out there!

3. Overwatch | 9x15: maybe that bts photo fuels my love for this scene, but still it’s just another perfect sniper Jay moment. The outfit & view alone are enough to make it great, but I’m also a sucker for the slower sniper moments where all we get to see is Jay with his cheek patiently pressed against the stock of his rifle.

#these are also helping me procrastinate packing #so thank you #<- genuinely thank you bc I hate packing sm #chicago pd #jay halstead #jesse lee soffer #top 3 #anon asks #Em’s asks❔

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juststayquiete · 11 months

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OMG KLEFF I FORGOT TO SEND YOU AN ASK FOR THE GAME!!! IM SO SORRY JFDSHGKFDJHS

5, 14, 25, 34, 43 for your amazing V please! :3

oH and 18 but only if you have time and energy <3 (choosing songs is so hard for me i'll understand if you decide to not do this one lol)

5. are they religious or spiritual in any way?

The only V's religious belief is Santa Muerta and it's mostly her neighborhood's influence. She does believe that asking St Muerta for something means getting it but cost could be too much. Otherwise she doesn't have strong or confident beliefs but she doesn't deny the possible existence of some higher powers. She's more like agnostic than atheist.

14. what is their weapon of choice?

V prefers assault rifles, smart guns, katanas, throwing knives, grenades. She sucks at sniper rifles bc didn't have much action with them since she usually goes in fight heads on ajdhsjsjsha

25. which radio station(s) is their favorite?

Since I don't remember any of them sjdhsksjsjs I just say we both like listening to rap, rock and pop, so usually I just scroll them until there's a song that I like

34. do they have siblings?

Actually SHE DOES SJDHSJSJS but I'll post in 5 facts, I'm working on it rn!!!

43. describe their ideal date.

OH THAT'S INTERESTING!!!! So it's like that: her date and her are in some secluded place, they do something fun - watch something or discuss something interesting, maybe dance together, then they just sit together in silence hugging each other and she feels comforted and not lonely and really calm. Then her date takes her to their or her home where they can continue skhsjsjs or maybe just chill some more!!! V had only like 2 bfs in the past and both of them were so not romantic that she didn't had opportunity to have these butterflies in her stomach on their dates sjshsjsksks

18. share three songs you associate with them.

Fly Project - Toca Toca

Jay f.k. beats - Bully

Little Simz - Venom

Link to the ask game

#HALCYON THANK YOU FOR THE ASKS!!!!!!!!#val Garcia

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cynicalone94 · 6 months

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You Will Regret Touching Him

Jay steps into the back lot, running a hand through his hair. He knows better than anyone the destruction that a well-trained sniper can leave in their wake but he’ll never get used to seeing it at home in Chicago. On top of that, its always unnerving to have someone openly attacking law enforcement.

He should have caught it earlier at the ambush. Something had felt wrong but he’d reacted too slow. And now a promising young cop was dead.

He shook his head, letting out a long breath. The clink of metal bouncing across the ground pulled him from his thoughts and he turned, eyes widening as he spotted the smoke bomb rolling toward him. It went off with a muted bang as the dark cloud billowed up around him.

He staggered away from it, holding his breath and closing his eyes as he fell back on his other senses. But he didn’t hear the blow that caught him over the head coming either.

The air was forced out of his lungs as he hit the ground and the gasping breath he took in response was his undoing. As he lost consciousness he cursed himself for being so stupid.

Erin stepped out the back door, looking for her partner. He’d stepped out for air but she knew better than to leave him alone with his own head for long.

She’d expected to find him staring into space, lost in thought. Instead she’d found a chalk outline that vaguely matched his lanky frame with a familiar golden shield resting in the the middle.

Within fifteen minutes the parking lot was crawling with activity as crime scene units swept for evidence. The initial sweep has turned up an exhausted smoke bomb and a lead pipe with blood that she had no doubt would be matched to Jay on it.

Voight put a steadying hand on her shoulder.

“He’s not dead.” he tells her, “The bastard wouldn’t have taken him if he was. And we’re going to find him.”

“He took him from the station.” she hisses, “On our goddamn back porch. The one place that we should have been able to feel safe even in the middle of all of this and he had enough time to trace a fucking chalk outline first.”

“I know.” he tells her, “I know.”

Adam and Alvin join them.

“Cameras are of limited use.” Alvin reports. “We can see the smoke bomb roll out and then we have silhouettes of the guy clubbing Jay over the head but he’s wearing a gas mask.”

“We have an estimate on height and build?” Voight questions.

“Average build. About 5’ 10”.” Al replies.

“Drags him away from the building and then stops to draw the chalk outline and then keeps dragging him around that corner.” Adam adds, pointing toward the alley. “Antonio and Kevin are looking for a camera angle out there that might be able to give us a vehicle or face.”

“Alright.” Voight growls, nodding. “Until we get that , let’s focus on why the bastard changed MO.”

“Hank.” Erin says, eyes going wide.

“What?” he asks, turning to her, hand falling back on her shoulder.

“Jay was at the scene of both shootings.” she breathes, “Pinpointed the angle the bastard was shooting from in a heartbeat both times. We weren’t even there for the actual shot the first time and the partner had moved the guy, pulled him out of the line of fire. Jay still knew exactly where the shot had come from.”

“You think he sees Jay as a threat?” Voight says.

“Maybe.” she says, “Maybe as a challenge? To prove to himself that he’s as good as he thinks.”

“Fair enough.” he agrees, “If he just wanted him out of the way, he wouldn’t have been so ‘theatrical’ about it.”

He points toward the chalk outline for emphasis as he speaks and she nods, swallowing hard.

“We will find him.” he promises her, “C’mon. Let’s get back to work.”

She nods again and they make their way back up the stairs.

Jay wakes up slowly with a pulsing, stabbing pain in the back of his head. He tries to reach for his head, intending to search for the source of the pain but his hands hit resistance.

His eyes fly open in panic, traveling down to find both wrists secured at his sides using heavy leather restraints. There’s another strap across his torso and an attempt to move his legs finds them tied down as well.

“Welcome back, Detective.” A voice calls from behind him and he snaps his head around, looking for the source.

“Who are you?” he growls when he can’t see them.

He’s in a dark room, no, not a room, there’s too much air flow. And he can hear flowing water nearby.

“A decorated detective such as yourself hasn’t figured that out by now?” the words are cold and mocking and he snarls.

“You killed two good cops, you know?” he challenges. “Innocent, good people who were just trying to make the city a little safer.”

“Shoulda been a little more concerned about themselves then, huh?” the voice huffs back and Jay glares as the young man rounds whatever he’s strapped down to, coming into his view. “Maybe the city should take better care of its protectors.”

“It’s a dangerous job.” Jay retorts, “Especially with assholes like yourself taking potshots at us.”

“I know that.” the man hisses, leaning forward to clamp a hand around Jay’s throat, pinning him in place as he leans close. “I lost my father to the ‘job’.”

“Then why are you doing this?” Jay chokes out, air only slightly limited by the tightness of the grip.

“Because the illusion of safety needs to stop.” the man tells him. “Every day the people of this city, the cops of this city, are trapped in a chokehold and they don’t even realize they’re in danger until something happens. Until someone applies just. a. little. pressure.”

His fingers tighten just a little with each word and Jay gasps for air.

Desperation doesn’t change the fact that the restraints have no give as he fights to get free, fights for the chance to fight back.

“And this city doesn’t do enough to prepare for the inevitable day when that pressure is added.” the man continues, ignoring Jay’s struggles, ignoring the desperate, wheezing breaths that he’s fighting to pull in. “There are no protocols, no training in place for the event that someone declares war on the city. And the Chicago Police Department does not hire individuals who are best suited to defend themselves.”

Individuals like you Jay’s mind supplies as he shivers from more than just the chill in the air.

This bastard has training. He knows his way around a sniper rifle, understands how to set up an ambush. If he weren’t batshit crazy, he’d probably make a good cop.

But there’s more to being a police officer than being a soldier.

The people of Chicago don’t need warriors. They need guardians, a distinction that this man seems to have missed entirely.

The pressure finally releases and the man paces away, still talking as Jay struggles to catch his breath.

“I have to show the city that they need to be prepared. That this city is a battlefield and they have to treat it accordingly. They need snipers, tacticians.”

“Have.. SWAT teams.” Jay interrupts. “Need patrol officers for… s’much more than that.”

The asshole is right about one thing. Situations like he’s created can happen at any time. But they are only a tiny fragment of what patrol officers need to be ready to deal with.

“Maybe they… just didn’t want you.” he suggests.

“Shut up.” the man snarls. “I have seen hundreds of cops today and the only one who even began to live up to my potential was you. Hell, if your instincts weren’t dulled by the department’s bullshit, you might have actually stopped today’s ambush from happening.”

Another stab of guilt.

The idiot is nuts but he’s right. If Jay had been just a little bit faster…

“So now you’re bait. I’ll reveal your location and if they can make it through a series of … drills if you will… before the time is up they might even get you back.”

“That’s not-”

Jay’s cut off as a damp cloth is shoved over his mouth and nose, fumes invading his senses.

He tries to jerk his head away but the man holds tight and soon enough, the drugs pull him under.

Voight can’t help but glare into the bullpen.

They have a lot of theories and not a lot of leads which is not a place that he considers acceptable to be when his detective has now been missing for six hours.

“What do we have?” he growls, stepping back out of his office.

“We’ve narrowed a list of people who were either rejected by the police department or cut by the academy.” Adam says. “Running through psych evals and instructor evaluations looking for anything that might point out our guy.”

“We heard back from Erin?” he asks.

He’d sent her down to Special Operations to consult with the SWAT team on what the tactical setup of the hits from the previous day tell them about their perp.

“She’s on her way back now.” Adam says. “We’ll compare notes and see if we can’t get you a name.”

“We’re working on –”

Antonio is cut off as the gate buzzes and Trudy walks into the bullpen.

“You’ve got mail.” she says drily, holding up a foam mailer.

Voight takes it from her, shaking out a flash drive onto Jay’s desk. Kevin picks it up, plugging it into his computer.

The video that auto starts only increases the frustration of the room.

Jay is pressed against an upright table, wrists, ankles, waist and shoulders tightly fastened to the surface with thick leather straps. Another leather strap is fastened in place over his mouth but worse than that is the heavy looking metal collar around his neck.

His eyes are closed but flicker open as they watch revealing an oppressive exhaustion.

They only get a glimpse of it before the camera angle zooms out, leaving them staring through the slats of an enormous water wheel.

Voight’s stomach twists. He recognizes it and he doesn’t like that. There’s no good reason for their perp to reveal the location where he’s holding Jay.

A shot rings out and the room freezes.

The camera zooms back in and the team takes a collective breath at the lack of blood.

Jay hasn’t moved but his eyes are slightly wide with panic as the wood next to his head continues to smoke where the bullet had impacted.

“If you fail to follow instructions, the next shot lands between his eyes.” a cold voice says. “I know you recognize the Mill. Be there by 1800. Your team only, no SWAT teams, no special tactical units, just Intelligence. You’ll enter through the main entryway on the east side. From there you will receive further instructions.”

The video goes dead and Voight shakes his head, looking at his watch.

1723.

“Everyone gear up.” he orders. “Trudy I need you to coordinate with SWAT and CFD. We’ll play this like he says but I’d still like to have them on standby to back us up.”

“I’ll take care of it.” she promises. “Bring him home, Hank.”

They get just clear of the doorway before stopping, waiting for these further instructions.

The main floor of the mill is crowded with equipment and inert machinery.

Voight glances down at his watch again.

1758.

Nothing happens until the clock ticks over to 1800. Then a speaker crackles to life on the wall above their heads.

“Only one member of the CPD has made me feel anything other than disappointment today.” the voice announces. “If your team can prove to me that he isn’t the only officer capable of an appropriate response to a tactical situation he might even get to go home today.”

Voight growls.

“The first drill starts in a moment.” the voice continues. “Good luck, Sergeant Voight.”

He reaches for his weapon.

“Eyes up.” he orders, hearing the rest of the team respond accordingly.

A loud crack sounds and the room starts to fill with smoke.

“Smoke rises. Watch your feet.” he whispers. “Move slowly to maximize the cover of your movements.”

Rounds ping off metal around them and they move forward, knees bent to improve their balance and stability.

They know the shots are not being fired by a living person but are likely the work of some kind of rigged system.

The smoke makes it difficult to identify the trajectory of the bullets. Voight wishes immediately that Jay was with them as his uncanny sense of trajectory and impeccable aim would be invaluable under these circumstances.

They take cover behind equipment, exchanging information about the angles.

Antonio takes out the first device. Erin gets the second.

By then, the smoke is starting to clear up and Voight himself knocks a third device out of play.

Silence fills the air.

“Not bad, Sergeant.” the voice says.

A light comes on, displaying camera footage on the far wall.

Jay still hasn’t moved, head tilted painfully back against the table behind him.

“He’s running out of time.” the voice continues. “Part of me is surprised that he’s still alive. His head moves more than a few millimeters in any direction and the spikes on that collar puncture his throat.”

It explains the stiffness of Jay’s posture. Explains the fact that he almost looks like he’s holding his breath.

Explains the tremor of the muscles in his neck and shoulders.

“You’ve seen the footage. If you can get to him before he dies then you might be able to save him.”

Voight scans the floor.

This old mill is often used for tours, showing mostly school groups how lumber mills operated before the advent of electrical power.

Which means that it’s floor plans had been public record. Antonio had spent the drive here studying those floor plans.

“Where are we headed?” he asks.

“The hatch leading below the mill is in that back left corner.” Antonio fills in. “We’ll have to move past the band saws and debarking machines to get there.”

“Alright.” Voight says. “Lead the way and stay on alert. We’ll be right behind you.”

Antonio nods, jaw tense and then moves forward.

Jay watches his team begin the slow creep across the warehouse floor, wishing there was anything at all that he could do to help.

The team is only here because of him. Because he had let his guard down and allowed himself to be captured by this jackass.

He’d messed up and now his team is in danger because of it.

They’re moving through close quarters, passing between heavy machinery with limited clearance.

They know they’re being watched, watched by a man who has already picked off two cops from a distance.

The roar of a saw kicking on fills his ears. Adam yelps and Jay releases a sound of protest, muffled by the gag strapped in his mouth.

In his horror he forgets he’s not supposed to move, chasing forward slightly to try to see what’s going on.

The sharp spikes bite into his skin and he freezes.

If he leans back he’s likely to increase the bleeding. If he leans back too far, he’ll stab himself on the other set of spikes on the collar.

Adam has skittered back several steps, bending over to clutch his leg. The team has turned to face him, all of their attention focused on him as they try to determine what’s happened.

Only Antonio has held his attention back, keeping his focus on scanning the room., watching for another threat.

Just leave. Jay begs silently. It’s not worth it.

He’s not worth it.

“I’m okay.” Adam says. “I’m okay. The stupid de… barking thing came on. Lost some skin I think but my jeans took most of it.”

“You sure?” Voight asks.

“I’m good.” Adam snaps. “We need to get to Jay. They must be showing him footage of us because he moved. Right about the time the damn thing clipped me.”

Their eyes jump back to the view of Jay, showing that Adam is right. Jay has leaned forward ever so slightly and thin trails of blood are running down the front of his neck. Damn it.

“Get down.” Antonio snaps, grabbing Kevin’s arm and dragging him to the floor.

Shots ring out, bouncing off metal above their heads.

“Keep moving.” Voight growls. “And stay down.”

The team inches forward, staying crouched as low as they can. Other equipment kicks on as they pass but the team is ready for them, managing to avoid the blades.

As they reach the hatch, another shot rings out. This one from a considerable distance and not directed at them.

“Shooter in custody.” Al announces over the radio. “And the bastard missed. Get Halstead out of there.”

For the second time that day, the team takes a breath as one before making their way through the hatch and down the ladder.

Jay is exactly where they’d expected to find him, eyes closed and breathing shallow.

The spikes seem to be deeper than after the machine had grazed Adam, more blood running down the front of his neck than had been.

“Get CFD in here.” Voight orders. “We need those paramedics. Now.”

He steps up next to the table, gently setting his hands on either side of Jay’s head to help keep it from moving.

“We got him, kid.” he assures him. “The asshole is in custody. He’s not shooting any other cops. Just try to hold still a little longer.”

Erin joins him, reaching around to unbuckle the gag that’s strapped around Jay’s lower face.

“We’re here now, babe.” she tells him. “Just hang on.”

It takes thirty seven minutes for CFD to reach them and then nearly an hour for them to get Jay down from the board that he’s secured to.

He’s wheeled out to the ambulance; IV’s in both arms and an oxygen mask over his face. Bloody gauze is pressed tightly against his throat, winding around foam blocks trying to keep the spikes stabilized to minimize the bleeding.

The paramedics have suggested that the shallow breathing might be about damage to his trachea as much as a conscious attempt to limit movement.

Erin climbs into the ambulance next to Jay and Voight stalks back to his vehicle.

Al is standing in observation when he arrives, watching Carl Doughterty stew in interrogation.

“What the hell happened out there?” he asks.

“Bastard decided to you were getting too close.” Al says. “Apparently he wasn’t really interested in letting Jay live if you guys did what he wanted.”

“And he missed?” Voight clarifies.

“He tried to send a round between the blades on the water wheel.” Al fills in. “Timed it wrong and slammed into the wheel instead.”

“Same shot he made on the first video though, right?”

“Under pressure it’s a completely different shot.” Al offers.

A smirk twists Voight’s face and he steps around, opening the door and walking into interrogation.

“You will regret touching him.” he says calmly as he crosses the threshold.

“Yeah.” Carl scoffs. “All these problems because I grabbed one stupid detective.”

“No.” Voight scoffs, dropping into the chair across from him. “You started this road when you shot Booker Ford. You made this worse when you set up that ambush in the alleyway and killed another cop. Everything that is happening now is because you decided to declare a killing spree on the cops of this city.”

Carl scoffs again.

“But I promise you, there will be additional consequences for what you did to Jay Halstead.” Voight continues. “You don’t touch a member of my team and walk away from it. You especially don’t touch my kid.”

With a scowl, he stands up and walks toward the door.

“You know.” he adds, pausing in the doorway. “Interesting that you missed that shot when you’re such a great sniper. Jay would have made it.”

“I guess that’s what an actual good sniper looks like.” he tosses over his shoulder before slamming the door.

#whumptober 2023 #no. 20 #you will regret touching them #Chicago PD #fic #kidnapping #Jay Halstead #tag to 4x8

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benbamboozled · 2 years

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Inspired by a recent discovery regarding Barbara and a sniper rifle (I can send pics if you wanna see) who do you see among bat affiliates as most likely to kill, or if they have, kill again?

PLEASE POST PICS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!

Ahem…

ANYWAY, let’s go ahead and just leave Jason as a free space.

I’m going to break this up into Batfam Who Have Killed (And How Likely They Are To Kill Again), and Batfam Who Haven’t Killed (And How Likely They Are To Do So).

(Also, sticking with the usual “core,” minus Jay for obvious reasons, so—Alfred, Bruce, Barbara, Dick, Cass, Steph, Tim, and Damian.)

(I’m also leaving Duke off because I just don’t know much about his character, I still have so many arcs to catch up on.)

NOW…

Batfam Who Have Killed (And How Likely They Are To Kill Again)

Alfred is number one on the list. He’ll straight up kill people (his weapon of choice is a goddamn SHOTGUN) and pretty much only holds back out of consideration for Bruce.

Next up I’d say Damian, because, as per the recent Robin series, he’s pretty much Krombopulos Mike from Rick and Morty (he just loves killin). Granted, he knows killing is bad and yadda yadda, but…kid wants to cut loose, and he’s good at it. Also, he’s trying to figure out his “thing.”

Third is Dick, in this category because he did, canonically, kill the Joker. Honestly, metatextually, I don’t think Dick is going to kill anyone again (even if Batman can bring them back to life). I think he’s become too “core” to the entire Batman ethos. (Hence why he keeps being chosen to kill Batman in the horror elseworlds, lol.) On a character level, I think Dick would absolutely kill again, BUT I think it would be less of a “I am choosing this” the way I see Alfred (and could see Damian) doing it, and more of an act of desperation or intense stress.

Fourth is Cass. OUTSIDE OF SOME HORRIBLE OOC BITS WE DON’T TALK ABOUT, Cass is the Batfam member who most believes in Batman’s No Killing philosophy. It’s not an optics things for her, or because it’s Batman’s rules, or about a symbol…she genuinely, whole-heartedly believes that killing is wrong. (But she did kill a guy so she goes in this category.)

Okay, now…

Batfam Who Haven’t Killed (And How Likely They Are To Do So)

Okay, possibly controversial, I’m going to put Tim as number one, for two reasons.

One—Captain Boomerang Death Trap.

Two—In the Robins mini he argues for letting the guy died who killed his mom and paralyzed his dad. It turns out to be (*sigh*) someone disguised as him, BUT their deception was based on Tim’s psychological profile, so even Tim’s like “Yeah, no, I probs woulda done the same thing, lol.”

So, yeah, Tim can definitely get pushed too far.

Next is Barbara! She’s actively associated with heroes who kill, her thoughts when Dick killed the Joker were “idk, maybe he shoulda stayed dead…would that’ve been bad…???” She’s the one I can most see choosing to kill someone as part of her philosophy, but she’s never put anyone in a death trap, so she’s second.

Third is Steph. Mostly because she’s one of the least likely Batfam members to completely fucking lose it, and I can’t see her taking up killing as an active philosophy. (Even outside of the fact that she believes in the Bat, I think if she were on the edge, she wouldn’t want to damage her relationship with Cass.)

Finally, there’s Bruce. Okay, this one is tricky because, on the one hand, Bruce is never going to outright kill someone in the actual canon continuity. It’s just not going to happen.

On the OTHER hand, he’s tried to kill people multiple times(!!!)—both in a “I’m making the active choice to kill this person” way AND a “heat of the moment” kind of way—and only been stopped by circumstances/other Batfam members.

So, metatextually, he’s last in this category, because it just won’t happen. On a character level, he’s first, because Bruce Wayne is like…constantly one ill-timed Kick Me sign away from finally going ape shitt.

OKAY WELP WENT AHEAD AND WROTE AN ESSAY! SOOOO there you have it!

Everyone, please feel free to disregard if it doesn’t line up with your thoughts, and apologies if I left out stuff from canon that would have impacted the list—see note above about Duke and being behind on reading.

#ask answered #batfamily #batfam meta #also I want that pic now!! gimme gimme gimme!#Batman character analysis #Bruce Wayne #Alfred Pennyworth #Dick Grayson #Barbara Gordon #Tim Drake #Cassandra Cain #Stephanie Brown #Damian Wayne

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deewithani · 1 year

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Regarding the accent and the character with the accent and their actions in this episode...

Long post. Major spoilers. Theory below.

Regarding Emerie Karr, the assistant.

The stereotypical clone accent (Tem's accent if we're being specific) isn't an accent that comes from Kamino specifically (although like the clones, she may picked it up there).

The accent is Mandalorian (there are many accents, but this is one). How did the clones end up with this accent? The easiest answer is that Jango essentially designed their entire training program.

The clones probably heard Jango's voice more than any other while training. I suspect it went even further than just their training, but was started as soon as they were decanted, maybe even earlier.

The voice that taught them how to read? Jango's. The person who told them to go to bed? Jango's. Up until the point they started talking themselves and and were hearing their own accents reflected back at them, they heard Jango.

The Kaminoans have a very calm, quiet voice. This won't do for soldiers, so they had to instill a different accent and way of speaking in some other manner.

People speak in the ways they hear and learn.

This also explains how Omega has the clone accent as well, even though we know she worked closely with Nala Se and was very important to her (honestly, I think we're going to see that Nala Se considers Omega her child). Picking up that accent would have had to have happened before Omega came into Nala Se's care, or Omega was getting the same base education with the same training materials that all the other clones were getting. We know she didn't get the military training, because we've seen CF99 teaching her much of that.

So what about Emerie Karr? Her accent is suspicious, at best. She's voiced by Keisha Castle-Hughes, who (*shocked gasp*) is Māori and has a Kiwi accent.

It's not proof, but it's a bit convenient, don't you think?

One major thing to look at is the accents used by other New Zealanders in Star Wars.

Rena Owens as Taun We.

Jay Laga’aia as Captain Typho.

Bruce Spence as Tion Medon.

Keisha Castle-Hughes (again) as Apailana (Queen of Naboo)

These characters either spoke with a purposefully different accent, or didn't speak at all.

I think Emerie's accent is intentional.

There are only a couple of ways that Emerie Karr could have that accent (that we're aware of). Either she's a Mandalorian (from Concord Dawn to our current knowledge), or she was connected to the cloning program on Kamino on a long time, extensive level.

The first episode we see Emerie with Dr. Hemlock. He talks to Nala Se outside her cell, indicating that he knows her and has worked with her. Emerie comes up at the end of this discussion and says one word. "Doctor". Nala Se can't see her initially, but she looks in her direction. We learn here that Dr. Hemlock doesn't know if any other Kaminoans were taken from Kamino, but Emerie does. Nala Se and Emerie both look at each other for a moment before Emerie turns and walks away. Nala Se looks down and narrows her eyes.

In the most recent episode Dr. Hemlock tells Crosshair at the end of the episode "All I need is the young clone. She means nothing to you." The shot moves to Emerie.

The first time Dr. Hemlock talks with Crosshair, at the beginning of the episode, he says CF99 has something that he needs. He doesn't say it's Omega. Crosshair says they'll never give her up, to which the doctor replies that she's a clone and is property of the Empire. Emerie stops typing and looks up from her data pad immediately, and her attention stays on Dr. Hemlock.

Dr. Hemlock orders an interrogation droid to work on Crosshair. Emerie stops is, with the explanation that he can't talk if he's dead. She gives him a shot of something in his left wrist (I suspect this was a stim shot to wake him up).

This is very telling.

Crosshair can shoot with either arm. His right arm for his sniper rifle and his left for his blaster is the common setup for him.

After Emerie gives him the shot she tells the Stormtroopers to secure his restraints. She could have said that earlier, but she didn't.

When he gets the blaster and kills the Stormtroopers and destroys the interrogation droid, she tells him to take a breath and think "this" through, then immediately releases him. Then she tells him that even with her access card he can't get out.

She gave him his only available option, though. Sending a message.

Shortly after this Crosshair is using the blaster in his right hand. Even though he can use either hand, this shows he prefers his right hand.

But why did Emerie give him the shot in his left wrist and not somewhere else like his neck (we've seen that before).

It was simply the closest arm, and his right arm was blocked anyway.

Emerie Farr has 100% spent time at Kamino working closely with the cloning program. She knows who Omega is. I bet she knows who Crosshair is too and knew that he could easily use a blaster in his left hand.

She didn't do it for him. She did it for Omega.

Is she a clone? Maybe, maybe not. But she has spent a very long time in the presence of people who spoke that accent.

Personally, I think she is. She seems very young to have been working on Kamino long enough to develop an accent. I think she came by it the same way every other clone, including Omega, did. She was raised and taught by Jango's voice.

If we've suspended disbelief for one female clone, why not another? Maybe Nala Se has a habit of adopting defective clones like Kal Skirata? Omega worked closely with her regarding CF99.

#tbb spoilers #tbb speculation

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