#orders lasswell

[itsstrange]

Bounded

Fandom: MW2

Relationship: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

A/N: Finished playing the campaign a couple days ago and my love for this man has awaken once again. I remember I used to have a crush on him as a kid and those feelings have arisen once again! So, for all you Ghost sluts, this one is for you!

Summary: After a mission gone wrong, both (Y/n) and Ghost are forced to hideout in an abandoned apartment complex, where things soon get interesting.

Word Count: 6.5K

Warnings: (Yes) Injury, Blood, Mentions of Death, Cursing, Smut, Kissing, Confessions, Fingering, Slight Rough Sex, Just Pure Smut. (+18)

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Things went to shit rather quickly. It was supposed to be a simple mission, or at least that’s what Lasswell told them. Breach. Kill. Search for any intel and Get Out. Simple right? No. Not fucking simple at all. They were misgiven information, supposedly there would be a skeleton crew of 10 hostiles guarding the broken down building, not 40, and now (Y/n) is sporting a good bullet to the torso while being carried out by none than other Simon “Ghost” Riley. In other words, the Lieutenant, and the one man that can easily clashed throats with her. Fucking great.

They walked in with six men, now only them two were making their way down the flooded streets of Mexico. Rain poured down on them as they quickly looked for a place to lay low, but every building they’d pass through was either lit on fire, completely destroyed or too exposed. Which gave them the only option to keep walking until they found something much more inviting and secured. However, they were quickly running out of time considering (Y/n) was barely able to stand on her own feet. The bullet on her side was sending white hot pain throughout her body with each step she took, it didn’t look like it because of the rain pouring on them but she really was losing a lot of blood. She was actually surprised she had survived walking two miles without collapsing, then again it was the adrenaline that gave her the strength.

Which quickly began fading off the longer she stood on her feet. Her energy was decreasing now with the adrenaline gone and it didn’t help when unbearable pain shot through her side with each step she took. Eventually, it became too much that she honestly just needed a break. Just five seconds, or ten wouldn’t kill anyone.

“Wait wait,” (Y/n) harshly whispers as she leans her hand against a ruined car, breath coming out in harsh puffs, “Just— Just gimme a minute,”

“Negative. Can’t do that soldier. We gotta keep movin,” Ghost says, voice firm and stiff, with a small hint of worry, which of course she didn’t catch,

(Y/n) let’s out an exhausted sigh through her mouth as she hangs her head. Even that was becoming difficult to keep upright. He should just leave her, save himself, she was only slowing them down and risking both—his life.

“C’mon Nova,” Ghost calls her by her call sign as he carefully pulls her off the car, “We need to find shelter so I can patch ya up,”

“Move it,” He orders as he begins walking, forcing her to do the same, causing a pained groan to leave her lips as the sudden movement causes pain to shoot from her wound,

Placing a bloodied hand on said wound, she slowly walks alongside the brute man, who kept his eyes peeled for any danger and shelter that look safe enough. Even though her heart was thundering in her ears, she would often catch his harsh breaths or grunts as he carried mostly all her weight or would reposition her around his shoulders whenever he’d feel her slipping away. Most of the time she’d do it on purpose to get him to leave her on the ground and save himself from the dead weight, but he wasn’t having it, he’d only tighten his grip on her and would continue walking through the flooded streets.

“Where do you take someone who’s had a peek-a-boo accident?” Ghost suddenly says as he scans the buildings, faint grunts leaving his mouth every once and a while,

“No,” She flatly responds, she’s honestly not in the mood for his ridiculous dad jokes,

“To the I.C.U,” Ignoring her he goes ahead and finishes his joke, which only receives him a breathless scoff along with a small shake of a head,

Dark humor just like his soul.

“You honestly have no filter Riley,” (Y/n) says through gritted teeth when he accidentally applied a little too much pressure on her wound, causing the Brit to apologize as he continues down the street,

Silence settles between them, only the sound of rain hitting the ground, fire cracking in certain buildings, their ragged breaths mixed with grunts and pained groans are heard. (Y/n) felt like they’ve had been walking for years, when in reality it had only been 30 minutes, however, if they didn’t find a place soon she knew her legs would give out sooner rather than later.

About another mile of walking through the flooded streets, hiding from shadows every so often, and tripping over her own feet more than once, they eventually found shelter. It wasn’t the best, but it was certainly better than the other buildings they’ve been passing through. It was good enough to allow them catch their breaths for an hour or so before they had to keep moving, which (Y/n) honestly didn’t care, just as long as she was able to rest for a few minutes.

The moment Ghost kicks open the door, makes sure it’s secured and begins walking through the door it was as if her body knew it was okay to relax now because she suddenly slips away from Ghosts grip, causing her to land hard on the floor with a loud exhausted groan.

“Fuckin’ hell (Y/n),” Ghost curses underneath his breath as he quickly helps her off the floor,

With quick movements he leads her towards a beaten down couch he spots in one corner and gently lays her down. Earning him pained groans as he watches her clutch to her side with eyes tightly shut. Her breathing was coming out in quick short puffs, as she laid on the couch while the lieutenant moved around the small beaten apartment looking for supplies. A minute later he comes back with a kitchen knife, a piece of cloth, and a bottle of what seemed to be tequila but she wasn’t given the chance to observe it properly considering her vision began failing her due to the amount of blood she had lost.

“Soldier, keep your eyes open,” Ghost demands as he hurriedly preps his improvised kit,

“Nova!” He shouts when he catches her drifting, but it was no use, exhaustion was quickly winning over her body,

The last thing she’s able to hear was her real name falling from his lips once again before darkness over takes her, sending her into a peaceful, quiet, dreamless sleep.

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The sound of thunder roaring and rattling against the walls jolts (Y/n) from her sleep. Brows knitting together in confusion when her eyes stare upwards towards a dark ceiling, and even more so when she notices she’s covered with something. Slightly angling her head she realizes it’s a hoodie, not just any hoodie though, she recognizes it almost immediately. It was Ghosts navy hoodie that he was wearing under his vest, and now it’s draped over her, nearly covering her body from how big it was.

As she slowly peeled the hoodie off her frame, which smelled like cigarettes mixed with gun oil and cologne, the scent of Ghost, she noticed how her side had been bandaged up. Pain still lingered, sending jolts of it with every small movement she made, but at least she wasn’t bleeding out or better yet, dead. Glancing up from her covered wound, she immediately lands them on a figure standing in the shadows next to a window, the light from the moon giving her a clear view of his skull mask and noticing, he was staring right back at her.

They lock eyes in silence for ten seconds, until he averts his eyes outside the window for a second and then slowly making his way towards her. His rifle gripped in both hands, and noticing then, he was only in a dark long sleeved shirt.

“How you feelin?” His deep and hoarse voice matched the look in his blue eyes as he hovered over her, eyes scanning her frame head to toe,

(Y/n) thanked god for the darkness, heat crept up on her cheeks from the way he stared at her. She was even more thankful when words easily slipped from her mouth.

“Hurting. But nothing I can’t handle,” She grunts as she slowly starts sitting upright on the couch,

Right away Ghost was by her side, giving her a hand by gripping onto her shoulder and carefully helping her up.

“Didn’t want me havin’ all the fun I see,” He heartfelt jokes as he goes ahead and walks towards the window once again,

A scoff leaves her lips with a roll of her eyes. She thought quite the opposite.

“How long have I been out?”

Ghost looks down at his watch and then back out towards the window, “Two hours,”

Jesus. She thought to herself. She’s been passed out for two hours, risking both their lives and their location. “We should start moving then, we need to get the fuck outta here,”

“Negative. It’s bucketing down out there and you need rest,”

“I’m fine, Ghost. We need to move,” She argues back, hand clutching to her side while her (E/c) eyes watch him,

He doesn’t say anything, just stares at her and remains his ground by the window. (Y/n) would’ve thought he’s giving it a thought, but she thought wrong because he only turns back around with a firm ‘no’ making a scoff leave her lips as she slowly maneuvers her legs onto the ground and leans back against the couch. Eyes scanning her surroundings and thinking, how the fuck weren’t they caught yet? The building looked as if it was hanging on for dear life, maybe that’s why they’ve been in the clear, they wouldn’t dare walk into this death trap. Lucky for them right?

Averting her eyes back to the man, she observes him from her spot. The moonlight illuminating his iconic skull mask, and the small peak of those dangerous, dark, eyes of his. As she stared at his frame she began wondering how she ever got this far with the man without having to ever see his face, not that she’s been wondering what he looked like under the mask, but a speck of it would satisfy her enough. Then it got her thinking of all the times they were constantly at each other’s throats, both on mission and while resting at the base, which honestly brought a small devilish smile to her lips when deep down she enjoyed their back and forth banter of pure ridiculous things. As much as either one hated each other’s presence, they both knew deep down they enjoyed every single argument. Not that they would ever admit to it of course.

Their arguments only grew when Price would purposely team them up for missions, causing their voice to be heard in the earpiece going at it about the most smallest things. Which eventually causes Soap to mute them in annoyance every so often, he was honestly tired of their bitching but he’s only one voice, they wouldn’t listen to him.

Her mind then wonders to how either one reacts when one gets hurt. She doesn’t know if it’s just her but whenever he gets hurt on a mission, it feels as if her whole blood drains from her body whenever she sees him injured. She’s usually the first to patch him up whenever they’re clear, even if it’s just a graze on the arm, she’s there. But when she’s the one with a bullet, she’s noticed how he becomes very… protective? Firm? Quiet? She didn’t know how to explain it other than serious, more than he already is anyways. Like now, he’s quiet than usual, he’s always humming to himself as he thinks of a way out, or always throwing stupid jokes very once and a while, but now, he’s just leaning against the window in silence, blue eyes scanning for any threats.

And honestly. She’s had enough… of him standing. She knows for a fact that he’s been standing in the same spot like a goddamn reaper, and it’s honestly exhausting her.

“Ghost,” She calls out to him, no answer, so she tries again, this time by his rank, “Lieutenant,”

That got him to look over his shoulder. Eyes firm and dark as they meet hers. Definitely not sending an odd feeling down her spine from the way he glanced at her.

“I think we’re in the clear. You can sit down for now,” She tries, leaning her back to rest against the edge of the couch and closes her eyes,

Even with eyes closed, she can still feel his eyes on her. Watching her in dead silence, feeling the way his stare only burns her skin from how intense it felt. Eventually, about a minute or so, she begins hearing his heavy boots walking around the ruined floor. She didn’t want to open her eyes to see what he was doing, so she kept them shut and focused on the sound of his boots growing louder until she feels the couch dip next to her, along with a heavy exhausted sigh.

He had sat next to her.

I mean where else would he sit down? The floor?

Once again, silence surrounds them. Just the sound of rain, thunder, the low creaking of the building, and the slow steady breathing of (Y/n) can be heard. She eventually begins drifting away once again, her mind relaxing and sending her into a dreamless sleep until..

“Knock knock,” His deep baritone voice startles her, causing her eyes to snap open,

Without answering back, all she does is turn her head towards him with an annoyed look in her eyes. Ghost was fiddling with his gun, then turns towards her when he doesn’t receive a reply, the look he gives her with his piercing blues forces her to go along with his terrible, non appropriate dad jokes.

But that’s what makes him Ghost.

Rolling her eyes she replies back, “Who’s there?”

“I.O,”

“I.O who?”

“Me. When are you paying me back?” The small scoff that slipped from her lips was accompanied with a wide smile, he always found a way to crack her,

As much as she loathed it, she couldn’t stop the small chuckle that slips from her. Slightly coughing she clutches her covered wound when pain shoots towards her side.

“Get shot and I will,” She responds with a shake of her head, wide smile still plastered on her face,

A deep, amused, slightly muffled chuckle slips from the man’s mouth. Ringing beautifully in her ears, she can’t remember the last time she’s ever heard him laugh or even crack a smile, obviously, so the little gesture for sure brought a warm feeling across her chest.

Another wave of silence settles in between them for a few seconds, until he’s speaking once again. Bright blue eyes staring straight into her own (E/c) orbs.

“How you holdin up, really?” (Y/n) remains holding his gaze, feeling hypnotized by his eyes that she suddenly shares the truth about how she really felt,

Not the whole truth, but some of it.

“You should’ve left me,” She softly says, watching the way he slightly squints his eyes at her before looking away with a heavy sigh, then adds, “You should leave,”

“Don’t be daft,” Is all he says, eyes watching the window to his left, “I’m not leavin,”

(Y/n) rolls her eyes at his stubbornness. Why can’t he understand that all she wants is to save his life? Why does he have to be so fucking hard headed?

“I’m only slowing you down,” She pushes again, not noticing the way he shuts his eyes from annoyance and frustration,

“Sergeant,”

“If you leave now you’ll be able to call Soap, let him know your location and get help,”

“Nova,” He warns,

“Save yourself!”

“For fuck sakes (Y/n)! I’m not leaving you!” He finally averts his dark eyes towards her that were laced with rage, annoyance and firmness,

That familiar tension begins rising between them as they glare at one another. Neither one of them wanting to back down.

“You can nag all you want. You’re fuckin stuck with me,” He firmly points out, eyes never leaving hers,

She didn’t know what it was, but the feeling that was building in her chest was becoming too strong to push aside. It was an urge. An urge to launch at him, to grab ahold of him, shake him, slap some sense into him, to just.. touch him. She honestly didn’t know how to explain it nor she didn’t know how to understand it, but what she did understand was how much she craved this man right about now. It was the same urge she’s felt with every argument she’s had with him, she wouldn’t think much of it, until now. It was just too strong to ignore it.

Which is also the reason why her next words shock the shit out of her and causes her blood to grow cold from the sudden question that slips from her mouth after a minute of silence.

“Can I kiss you?” It was a shocking surprise for both of them, causing both their eyes to grow wide at the question,

(Y/n) because of shock and horror. Ghost because of pure utter shock, he was definitely not expecting that to come out of her mouth. He doesn’t respond, just feels the way his breath hitches in his throat the same time his body goes rigid. Hard like stone.

When she knows he won’t stand up and walk away, she slowly and hesitantly reaches a hand towards his mask. Dark eyes watch her slim fingers with caution, as if her fingers were sharpened knives itching to cut his flesh, then let’s out a shuttered sigh through his nose when he feels her small, but skillful, fingers tugging slowly at the hem of his balaclava. His eyes were on her the whole time she slowly rises the mask, then catching the small little exhale slipping out her mouth when she finally gets a view of his plumped pink lips, light scruff covering the sides of his jaw as she continues to rise the mask.

Knowing her boundaries, she leaves the mask just under his nose.

Her (E/c) eyes avert from inviting lips towards his own piercing blue orbs, silently questioning him if this was okay, if it was crossing a line, if it was okay to continue or if he wanted to stop. Little did she know he was burning on the inside for her touch. So many questions were written in her eyes, but before she can actually ask him anything, Ghost licks his lips before smoothly making the first move. Making her breath hitch when she suddenly feels his lips on her own, getting a strong taste of salted lips, dirt, and oil, although, she reacts back rather quickly to the kiss. One of her hands gently cup the side of his face while the other rests heavily against his thigh, even through his jeans, her touch burned his skin. She just had that effect on him.

After the second or third kiss, Ghost slightly pulls away to stare into her eyes, his own orbs searching for any regrets, discomfort, when he doesn’t find any he dives back towards her lips more fiercely. With much more passion, a little rough, but gentle and caring at the same time. Causing the kiss to quickly get heated the moment he slips his warm tongue into her mouth, earning a small whimper from her at the affection. Definitely igniting his arousal even more.

Next thing she knows, she’s gently being pushed down against the cushions with Ghost hovering over her, lips not once parting from each other.

A small groan that sounded more like a whimper shutters in between their lips when Ghost accidentally knocks his hips against hers, already feeling the outline of his harden member rub against her core through his jeans. He continues with his brutal teasing, thrusts becoming more firmer each time he rubs against her clothed core until she’s eventually a panting mess and begging him for more. She felt as if her body was on fire, her skin heating up like a goddamn sauna, even though it was nearly fifty degrees outside with rain pouring down on the roof, she felt too suffocated.

Not wasting another minute he lets his hands travel down her body until they land on her belt. Once unbuckled, he quickly slides her cargo jeans down her legs, lips still not leaving hers, even when a deep, choked groan slips from her bruised lips when he pushes her panties aside and slowly presses his rough fingers against her clit, gathering her wetness before diving two long, thick fingers inside of her. She’s not even sure when he removed his gloves, but she could careless at this point.

“Oh.. ffuck,” She harshly whispers, hot breath fanning over his mouth as he immediately finds his target, twisting and curling his fingers he brushes against that one spot,

A static feeling buzzes through her core all the way up to her stomach before dissolving into a cold shiver towards her shoulders as he continues to torture her g-spot. The sound of her wetness can be heard throughout the ruined apartment as he picks up his speed, her breath coming out in quick puffs with each thrust of his thick fingers. A hand was gripping onto the back of his neck, nails leaving imprints of small moon shapes against his skin as his speed only seems to increase while her other hand held onto his wide shoulder. Fingers curling onto his shirt.

“G-Ghost,” She moans his name as her peak was quickly rising, quickly tilting towards the edge,

But just before she can feel that euphoric feeling, she feels him withdrawing his fingers, earning a desperate sigh from her. Her eyes immediately snap open, confusion settling in her eyes from the sudden action, but before she can even ask she sees him shrugging off his vest before finally unbuckling his belt, awhile still being in between her legs. She then feels the way her mouth goes completely dry, as if a sudden sandstorm invaded her mouth, when she watches him shove his jeans down with one hand while the other reaches inside, pulling out his leaking member.

The head an angry shade of red, precum drooling from the tip with each slow stroke he makes. With the help of the moon light shining through the window, she can tell he was thick, feeling the way nervousness settles at the bottom of her stomach the longer she watches his hand slowly stroke his aching member, but boy did that also heightened her arousal. Quickly settling back in between her legs, Ghost hovers over her, the tip of his dick slightly rubbing against her covered mound as he makes himself comfortable, considering he left her jeans pooled at her ankles and had to maneuver himself in between her legs by lifting and crouching underneath. Taking off her boots and jeans completely seemed like a hassle, a risk he wasn’t willing to take, them doing this was already a risk, anything and anyone can ambush them at anytime, but if they were both being completely honest, that was the least of their worries. For now.

“You sure?” He asks for the first time since everything began, hot breath fanning against her lips as he achingly waits for confirmation,

Which he gets by her quickly nodding her head and reaches a hand to wrap around his member, earning a choked grunt from the man above when she strokes once, twice, before finally guiding him where she yearned him the most. With half lidded eyes he does his best to watch her reaction as he slowly sinks his girth into her heat. Letting her feel inch by inch. Her eyes tightly shut, mouth slightly open while small grunts, moans and whimpers breathlessly fall out, but with the feeling over powering him and the way she curses underneath her breath, he isn’t able to hold his gaze for long.

“F-Fucking hell,” Ghost breathlessly groans against her lips as her tight walls clamp around him,

The one hand he had holding her hips with a careful grip, suddenly lands heavily besides her head as he can no longer support his weight from the way her tightness kept sucking him inside. The air that was once in his lungs had been punched from him as the tightness only made it harder for him to hold back. They breathlessly pant against one another’s lips as he continues to push his hips, until a small yelp rips from her throat when Ghost fully sheaths himself in her heat with one full thrust. Pushing the rest of his member inside of her aching walls.

(Y/n’s) eyes were closed shut as she focused on subsiding the little pain and the feeling of being completely full after what seemed like months. Just because she’s the only woman on the crew doesn’t mean she goes around looking for any man, even if she were the type to just mess around with any guy that paid her any mind just to lose some steam, she never had the time to do so. It was always work with her, if she wasn’t working she was in a meeting, if it wasn’t a meeting, she was getting ready for the next mission, if not she was working out or at the shooting range or simply just tuning her guns. So of course it had been a while since she’s been sexually active.

After what seemed like a minute or so in getting accustomed to his length and focusing on her breathing, she slowly opens her eyes, only for them to catch the moment when Ghost pulls off the remaining of his mask, revealing his flushed, scruff face to her. Dirty blonde locks rested on top of his head, beautifully light skin with a couple small scars claiming their spots on his face, and those eyes. Those eyes that have always seemed dark underneath that mask are now written with a different emotion. Despite the black paint covering those eyes, it wasn’t the cold, brutal Ghost staring down at her, no, it was only Simon Riley staring down at her with those bright blue orbs of his. It was also the look of, uncertainty, hesitation in his eyes that brought out Simon, he was observing her reaction now that she’s seen his face, he was anxiously waiting for her to say anything, but what made another breathless shutter slip from his mouth was the feeling of her small hand cradling the side of his jaw. Her warm, slim fingers rested against his cheek as a small welcoming smile spreads on her face, causing the corner of his lips to tug into a small smirk the same time her fingers slowly make their way at the back of his neck and threading them with his short locks at the base of his neck before slowly bringing his face down until their lips are once again molding with each other.

While lavishing each other’s lips, Ghost—Simon slowly withdraws his hips before thrusting back into her heat with a rough snap, bringing a gasp from her lips. Hot breath fanning against his mouth as he continues with his slow but rough pace. Feeling the way her walls constrict around him only ignites the burning flame in his stomach, causing his pace to quicken, his thrusts becoming much more firmer. Earning breathless moans and grunts to slip from their throats with each snap of his hips.

Despite the lingering pain she felt on her side from the rough movements, she could honestly careless about it, the feeling that quickly starts to build and form into a tight knot in her core helps her push aside the aching on her side. Especially when he repositions his hips a certain angle, hitting that spot in a delicious way that has her seeing stars, and also from the way he breathlessly groans against her ear with each thrust he sends her.

“Simon,” She breathlessly moans his name, eyes tightly shut, one hand gripping onto his wide shoulders while the other held tightly on to the hairs at the base of his neck,

The way she sings his name, his real name, every so often and tugs firmly at his now damped locks, only quickens his pace. Hips thrusting faster and deeper, causing her body to move with each snap, along with the beaten couch. Knowing she’s close to the edge by her constantly moaning his name and feeling her walls clench, Ghost slips a hand underneath her right leg and let’s it slightly dangle from his arm, which not only allows him a little more space to move but also grants him to drive deeper into her womb. Earning another beautiful sound to slip from her parted lips as he doesn’t halt his movements from the new position, instead he only moves his hips with much more force.

“Oh sh-shit!” She cries out loud at the rougher pace, moving the hand that rested heavily on his shoulder to the side of his sweaty neck,

After what seemed like the tenth snap of his hips she couldn’t help the way her nails rake against his skin, leaving painful red marks on his neck, earning a deep groan from the man above who only inflicts the same small pain on her by sinking his teeth on the side of her neck.

“Si-..Sim-… oh ffuck,” Her words immediately falter as a blissful wave of electricity rushes through her, causing her eyes to shut tightly and only dig her nails deeper into his skin as her orgasm slams through her like an anchor reaching the bottom of the ocean,

Mouth agape, eyes tightly shut, fingers gripping onto his hair at the base of his neck, she rides out her orgasm. Wave after wave crashes through her. The feeling was like no other, stronger than anything she’s felt, definitely strong enough to cause her body to start shaking from the intense orgasm that rushes through her, making her feel slightly light headed and making everything around her to sound muffled in her ears. As if that wasn’t enough, he continues to thrust into her, fucking her through her orgasm, fucking her into oblivion, fucking her till she became overstimulated, yet even then, he still doesn’t stop. Only quickens his pace, slamming his hips into her, hands leaving marks on her skin from how hard he gripped her as his own peak starts to rise.

Which didn’t take long. From the way her fingers gripped tightly on his hair, nails raking against his skin, moans, whimpers leaving her lips, and her walls tightening against him had him tilting towards the edge. A couple thrusts later, his hips begin stuttering, his pace slowing down as he was nearing the end. With one final thrust he quickly pulls out just as his seed begins spurting out of him, painting the outside of her folds.

“Fuck!” He groans deeply against her neck as his own orgasm over powers him, leaving his body stiff as a rock as he rides it out,

A soft moan rumbles in her throat as she feels his warmth hitting her core, feeling the way it slides down her folds and most likely onto the beaten couch. Seconds passed as he continued to hover over her, large hands keeping him upright as he gathers his breathing, face buried on the side of her neck while warm breaths fan her sweaty skin. Once the high begins subsiding, he gently places feathery kisses against her neck, definitely feeling the way she shivers from this and only continues in moving his lips upwards; underneath her jaw, her cheek, the corner of her lips before hovering just above them. Noses rubbing together he looks into her eyes, no words, just stares into her (E/c) orbs and hopes whatever he wanted to tell her was readable through his own half-lidded eyes.

She must’ve because just as he closes the little gap between them, he catches the way the corner of her lips tilt upwards, indicating that she knew exactly what he meant through his eyes. The softly mold their lips together, pouring every emotion into it, tongues gently tangling with one another, tracing the outline of each other’s mouths. It was just untold emotions that were being expressed by their mouths, and they cherished every ounce of it.

“Have I paid you back yet?” She questions after breaking the kiss, feeling the way her lips shift upwards against his own,

Blue yes scan her face. Observing her features, the small scar on her upper left eyebrow from a mission, her (E/c) eyes that he has grown to love, another scar on her bottom lip from where an old piercing had been looped around back in her teenage days and finally her smile. Oh how he had fell for her smile, it was the one thing that let him know that she was good, happy, excited, herself. He lived for her smile, loved the way it brought warmth to his chest, loved the way it made his stomach flutter, and it was also at that moment that he knew he had fallen in love with you. Did it scare him? Absolutely. Would he admit it to you? Yes, just not right away. He was never good at confessions, but he did know how to express them towards the right people, and she was definitely one of them.

A small smirk tugs on the soldiers lips, blue eyes softening the longer her stares at her, “Believe you still have a debt to pay once we’re outta here,”

A cheeky smile spreads on her face at his words, obviously liking that idea. After a second or two, his smirk fades away as he slowly bends down to connect their lips once again. She hums into the kiss and only lets her fingers cradle the back of his neck, gently massaging the muscle as they continue to pour their love into the kiss. Eventually, about another 5 or possibly 10 minutes of lazily kissing one another, they part away. Once making sure her wound hadn’t been damaged even more, they silently fix their clothes to get ready for their extraction. Once their vests are safely clipped on their torso, gun safely tucked its holster, they stand by the window as Simon reaches for the button on his radio. Mask still off and gripped with the other hand.

“All stations this is Ghost in the blind how copy?” He gruffly says into his mic, waiting patiently for a response,

Just as (Y/n) places her earpiece in place she hears the most beautiful Scottish accent ringing in her ear, bringing a wide smile on her face, “Lt? Nice to hear you’re voice again,”

“Can’t say the same,” A small smirk tugs on his lips as he glances at (Y/n), causing a soft chuckle to escape from her as she lightly punches his shoulder,

“(Y/n) with you?” The sergeant asks, making her chest warm up from his concern,

“Affirmative,” Simon response firmly, definitely ignoring the way jealousy rises in his chest from the way Soap calls her by her first name and not by her callsign,

A relieved sigh is heard through their comms along with, “Glad to know you’re still kickin’ and breathin’ Nova,”

Still smiling she clicks the button by her shoulder, “Can’t get rid of me that easy big guy who else will keep you out of trouble?”

A deep chuckle vibrates in her ear, “Definitely would miss my partner in crime,”

“I’ve send you our location Soap, give us an estimate on your status,” Simon interrupts their conversation with a crabby tone,

Silence is heard on their line for a couple minutes before Soap is filling their ears once again, “About 15 minutes Lt,”

“Copy,”

A relieved sigh leaves (Y/n’s) mouth, she couldn’t wait to head back to base, see medical, get some grub, shower and fall face first on her bed. What would make it even better if another body accompanied her in said bed, but she knew she wouldn’t have to ask, he’d follow her without question.

“Let’s go home,” She tells him with a warm smile,

Simon looks down at her, chest fluttering and lips slightly shifting upwards as he scans her smile. Switching his mask to his left hand, he lets his right hand softly cradle the side of her cheek before closing the little distance and gently latching their lips together. He pecks her lips once, twice, thrice before moving his lips towards her forehead and letting it linger there for a good five seconds before parting away to glance into her eyes.

“Stay close,”

Her hand softly wraps around his wrist, smile tugging on her lips, “Always,”

Simons lips slightly lift, wishing he can enjoy this moment longer but they both had to get going, dropping his hand from her face he quietly slips on his mask and tucks it in his jacket. Once they were set he grabs ahold of the knob and turns towards her, he sends her a nod which she returns.

“Let’s go,” He states, opening the door and checking his surroundings with his rifle in the air,

Once cleared he motions for her to follow, which she does, right on his heels, never falling behind. Even after Soap had found them and they both safely climbed on board, they never parted away, well at least Simon didn’t. He could have sat across from her, stood next to Soap to fill him in about how fucked up the mission went, but instead, he sat right next to her. A gloved skeleton hand fitting itself with her own, fingers tangling with each other and remaining that way throughout the whole ride back to base. Neither of them caring about who can see, but definitely not being able to hide the way a smile creeps on their face— well Simon was a able to— but not (Y/n) when Soap sends them a childlike smirk when he catches their hands at some point.

They didn’t know it, but he was smirking for two reasons. 1.) He was glad they had finally worked their shit out and finally come to their goddamn senses. And 2.) He had just won 60 bucks fair and square from both Gaz and Alejandro.

Of course neither of them needed to know about the bet that was placed on them, but like always, Simon found out. After witnessing Gaz and Alejandro slide some cash towards a smirking Johnny, he waited for the child to turn around, causing him to collide with his stiff of a body before smacking him upside down on the head, causing a burst of laughter to erupt from both Gaz and Alejandro as the Lieutenant walks away, leaving a pouting Johnny as he massages the back of his head. What neither of them saw, because of the mask, neither of them saw the way a huge grin was plastered on Simons face as he walked away, obviously satisfied and for once extremely happy. The happiness in his chest only grew once his eyes landed on (Y/n) coming out of medical, who was smiling back at him.

He really was home.

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-Hopefully y’all enjoyed this rather long Fic! I’ve actually spent way too much time on this when I should be spending the same amount of time on my Research Paper that’s due this week 🥲

-Anyways, Thank You Guys for your Constant Support! Love Y’all!!

-Also, I’ve already collaborated with an amazing artist for my next Ghost Fic!! So stay tuned for that!! Make Sure to Turn On Post Notifications!! 🔔 For the Updates!!

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[siriusloire]

“We need to show to all Paladia that Aldore and Hess are the children of the same Mother and that together we can make him fall.”

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“Lasswell… let’s do it!!!”

[From chapter 33 of my FFBE AU fanfiction “Establishing the new order”]

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Two years ago I have started to post my FFBE AU fanfiction on ao3. It has now surpassed the 1500 hits on the site and it's still one of my main accomplishments in my Fanfiction writer carreer.

For this year, I have decided to draw the moment when Lasswell and Rain fought at eachother's side in the Visectrum's colosseum. I am happy on how they both came out, I hope to be able to draw more dynamic scenes soon!

If you're interested in my fanfiction, search for “Establishing the new order” on ao3!

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[simp-ly-writes]

Lasting Pictures: Rushing In (pt.5)

Pairing: Poly!Task Force 141 x Photographer!Reader

Summary: The past finally comes to the surface in more ways than more, a face from memory comes to the forefront and the foundations of many sprouting relationships begin to crack as pressure builds to your most important mission yet.

Warnings: 7345 words, slowburn, swearing, depictions of PTSD, torture, abuse, injury. Allusions to jealousy.

A/N: Kinda a double chapter in this once.

Masterlist | Taglist | edited.

Lasting Pictures Series Masterlist

As Gabby enters the kitchen space she is startled to see a shirtless captain leaning against the counter top, answering emails on his phone as the kettle bubbles in wait beside him. Gaz appears to be leaning against his bread before he staggers away at the sound of Gabby choking on her own spit. John’s head snaps over to the noise as he clenches his phone in his hand. “Goodmorning, Fish. Apologies for the appearances- we are used to being the only ones up at this hour.”

“I can see that,” Gabby duly noted before making her way to the fridge and pouring a glass of orange justice for herself. Next, eyeing up the toaster from behind Kyle, he silently moves to the side before giving the Captain a look over and turns on the news. The kettle soon clicks off afterwards and the smell of breakfast being cooked once again has the apartment sturing to life. 

Gabby awaits your presence as Ghost is seen coming into the kitchen and grabbing the last of the hot water before monitoring the food on the stovetop. Taking another sip out of her glass while doing her best to not look at John's back muscles moving as he chops the fruit. Gabby hears the last door turn to click open and the patter of two feet coming down the hall, smiling in her drink once again. Gabby holds back her tongue so that you can enjoy a breakfast- somewhat uninterrupted. 

Soap gives Gabby a small wave in recognition as he pours out two cups of coffee and hands the other to you. Closing your eyes while taking a sip, the Captain orders everyone to head towards the table as Gaz calls out the scores of last week's game that you all missed. Soap cheers out hearing his favorite club won as Gaz groans out in disappointment- losing the trophy once again. 

Once all sat at the table, everyone ate silently as the news anchor read out their daily report. Utensils scrape against plates, a coffee jug is handed around the table, and a small meow can be heard?

You drop your fork- it clatters against the plate as your eyes snap over to Gabbys. She looks at you excitedly, yet as you peer deeper you see her holding back from teasing as your eyes go wide in horror- she knew something you didn’t. Letting go of the look for now, you stand up in a hurry, rushing over to the front door in your striped pajamas and fling the door open. There stands Laswell with a cat carrier in hand as you practically rip it out of her hand and rush to the living room to unload your companion. 

Spoons meows out loudly to your presence as you snuggle them closer to your form, eventually finding a place on your shoulders. The feel of their fur against your neck brings a special kind of comfort as you shake Lasswell's hand in thanks before giving Gabby a hug. Kate smiles at the scene in front of her before speaking, “I made a few calls, this is just for the next week or so. Can’t have Gabby racing around everywhere when she needs to be saving our backs with her brain.”

A few hums of agreement can be heard from the dinning table as she soon exits the apartment, shutting the door behind herself softly. Returning to the table, you give Spoons a few scraps off your plate before packing to visit your awaiting parent. As you turn to yell down the hall, asking if Gabby wants to join you. You are surprised to find Ghost standing in the doorway, arms crossed as he offers to take your bag down to the car for you. Smiling in thanks you grab your toiletry bag and zip the suitcase close before a bone-gloved hand carries it effortlessly to the elevator and down to the parking lot. 

Looking around your room for anything else you may have forgotten, you realise the lack of decorations on your walls and the generic bedsheets appear stark against the cluttered shelf you have in the corner. It has been over a month since you last went to your apartment, two months since you had seen Spoons, and two months since you had seen that unorganized stack of journals and planners across your desk. 

A small, bittersweet smile overcomes your face- from being placed on one mission to the next. It barely felt like anytime had passed, you felt alive once more, camera in hand within the proximity of action and yet you missed those quiet nights to yourself. The record playing in the background as you would dance around your apartment- procrastinating against signing more prints of your photos and sending emails… But you would not change the last few moments for anything. Soap always found a way to make you smile- Gaz made you blush in your boots or leave you cackling in them. Price- hell Price, his touch was healing in more ways than one. And Ghost, you chuckle to yourself- staring out the window in remembrance. Ghost always found a way to make more happen from less. You focus your gaze on the slightly wilting flowers by your bedside before turning to close the door behind yourself. 

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Gabby stood beside your car, packed and ready to go as Spoons sat on her lap, you and Ghost exchanged small waves in goodbye to one another. The drive went well into the countryside as you both sang to songs on the radio and stopped at roadside convenience stores for snacks along the way. 

Once arriving at your childhood home, a few tearful hugs were shared and lunch was being served. You all played various board games throughout the day before helping them to tend to the garden and to do general maintenance around the house. Dinner was rewarded in the family famous lasagna that Gabby was practically drooling out the mouth for. Having a metaphorical ding ring through your head, you shoved the picture of Gabby who stole your bed last night into her face. Laughing widely as your parent soon joined in afterwards seeing the image for themselves. 

Gabby roared and laughed as she texted the picture to herself before passing your phone back and reaching for her own. Your eyes drew very wide at the sight of you and Soap cuddled into bed together as your parent began to pour a waterfall of questions to you. Gabby soon fled the scene, picking up all your plates for the dishwasher before commenting, “I’m taking the fish for a walk,” as the front door closed behind her. 

A few vaguely answered questions later, you held your head down in an effort to shield yourself from further teasing and you were scampering to your childhood room painted a light blue and lined with various posters across the wall. All showcasing the phases you went through. Shaking your head at the sight, Gabby spooked you from her return as she unfolded a sleeping bag for herself and placed it beside your twin-sized bed.

“Tonight I will sleep by myself- but for tomorrow… I can’t hold any promises” Gabby before throwing her shirt into your face with roaring laughter as you jumped onto her and a pillow fight had you both out of breath and falling asleep on the floor that night. With a crack in the door, Spoons enters the silent room, hopping onto the bed while looking down at you both, a tilt in their head and a shake of their fur before they soon find sleep too. 

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The weekend went quickly with all the work to be done around the home and quickly enough you and Gabby were driving back to base with the sunsetting in the rearview mirror and Spoons meowing loudly from the backseat. Once returning back on base and to your shared living quarters, you saw various boxes that littered the entry. Putting your bag down by the door, you saw that each label was addressed to either you or Gabby. Popping over the lid, you wished you hadn’t looked before slamming your forehead against the wall with a large sigh. All the information and evidence you had collected from the last mission had finally appeared from transport- and did you ever have your work cut out for you. 

Cracking your fingers and stretching out your neck. Spoons looked at you with barely both eyes open and gave you a small meow in greeting before falling back asleep once more. “Thanks for the help, Spoons. It is much appreciated,” you sassed your pet before clearing the boxes from the entry way and into your room to be moved to the offices later. 

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Whipping the sweat from your brow as you placed your last box. You checked the time on your phone before jumping into the shower, it was late evening and the apartment was never empty for this long- you began to grow concerned. Picking up your phone and scrolling through your contacts, your finger hovered over the various names before selecting Gaz’s. The phone rang for a moment before you were sent to voicemail. Sending a quick text to the group chat, and leaving a like to a meme Gabby sent earlier, you take a quick shower before making a start to dinner. Spoons had woken from their nap at the first smell of food as they sat on the countertop and watched your actions with a small tilt to their head. 

As you add the last ingredients to your pasta dish, the task force comes barreling through the door as they each greet you before settling their belongings back within their rooms. You feel a pair of fingers loop through your jeans belt loops as they drag you away from the stovetop. Putting up a protest, you place your heels firmly against the floors as you fall into their front as your arms flail- looking for something to latch onto. Looking upwards you see the Captain staring down at you softly as bends down and throws you into his arms without much effort. 

Calling for Spoons’ help they simply meow dully in the background as the Captain replies, “Good cat, Gabby told me you nearly worked yourself to death back at home- take a break love. I’ll finish up dinner. I’m sure the rest of the guys have stories to tell you about today.”

Giving his arm a light squeeze in thanks, John places you on the couch before returning to the kitchen. Ghost whips out a board game, setting the various pieces across the coffee table as Kyle and Johnny join you both, bringing beers and chairs from the dining room. 

After various cheating allegations throughout the night and a few beers, everyone gave compliments to the chefs as you and Price bowed before the crowd and Ghost offered to wash the dishes. Settling yourself into bed with Spoons curled into your side, you watched as your ceiling fan drove itself in circles before taking in your medication and a dreamless sleep found you until the birds called once more. 

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The start to the new week has seen you in Gabbys office, lugging box after box of information and being sat at the photocopier and printer equally- updating various forms and spreadsheets. Laswell soon joined you both with the coffee order in hand as you all voiced your thanks- going back to work more invigorated. The hours went by to the sound of the clock's hands ticking away to fill the silence of your combined focus. Gabby stood like a supervillain mastermind in a  cartoon. Her wall littered with red string and blurry photos as she pinpointed connections between evidence and interrogated you between emails on what conversations you picked up on. 

A knock at the door breaks the interrogation as Price enters the room with a wink towards yourself. Gabby shoves your shoulder as Laswell refuses to bat even an eyelash to the scenario as she checks the clock and realises the hands were reaching towards dinnertime. Helping Gabby to stand, you ask her to join the team for dinner. 

Gabby looks up towards the ceiling, a finger tapping against her chin as she hums out in contemplation. You and John look at one another before looking back at Fish, her head snaps over to meet both your faces once more, a smile hiding itself from the twitching corners of her lips before she walks between the two of you and out the door. Yelling down the hallway, “see you there!” Rolling your eyes, you stumble slighting as the lack of food and water leaning in towards the Captain, he gives you a much needed hug- your brain drained. So much so that you think to imagine his lips finding their place against your temple, a lingering sensation before his arms fall off your form and he guides you outside the room. But as you rub your eyes away- John stands with a hand against your lower back, shoving you slightly out of the room before following you towards the living quarters. 

When you enter the apartment, you see a Scottishman taking a casserole dish out of the oven in a pink apron as Gaz stares blatantly at his rear. Your cheeks go red at the scene before you hear Gabby groan out from behind you, muttering a “not like this, not again.” Before shoving her way into the apartment much to your confusion.

By the end of the night, the next day finds you repeating the same patterns as earlier. Working yourself from the break of dawn and into the depths of night before Ghost finds you hollowed up and hiding away somewhere on base as he carries you back to the apartment. Johnny brings you lunch almost everyday- you don’t even realise your stomach rumbling as you devour the sandwich and drink before casting him a thankful smile that soon becomes hidden behind a computer screen. John calls you for dinner, glaring at Laswell as he argues for working you way too hard before you defend her actions to only be met by a glare and a gentle push out the door. Kyle does his best to stay awake by your side between training the new recruits and meetings- your coffee… hangout was long forgotten in the sea of photos that consumed your every waking-moment. 

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By the second week, you barely spent anytime with your team as the days came and went. You held back tears of frustration- no evidence was connecting as you desperately combed through paper after paper. Your task force often found you asleep between shelves in the datacentre or in an overhyped, caffeinated state as you and Gabby presented a lack of findings towards General Shepherd. Laswell standing off to the side, her head in her hands as she gripped out her blonde hair, Graves swore at the ceiling, the stomping of his combat boots echoing throughout the room as he paced- mind firing for ways to gather more intelligence to present. He wanted to show himself in front of your team yet not even his… unconventional methods were proving fruitful. 

General Shepherd slammed the door behind himself, not speaking a word yet the actions cut deep all the same. Your best was not enough, the mere thought haunted your being and casted away your sleep. You felt as if you were back in your apartment, stacks of work covering your desk in an empty and unforgivable mind. Your best was never enough, had you panicking in your lucid working state as you gripped the desk and it cracked underneath the pressure- knuckles turning white. The memories of your old task force, of Horangi, of Köing came flooding in- you were so close, ever so close to the homestretch. 

Those faces haunted you- their screams and hands reaching for your nearly severed limb before you were dragged into the darkness. A horn sounded- a chant unleashed as fire flooded your veins in overwhelming pain. A bag had you suffocating- trapped in space. They screamed for you, they pleaded at you to save them, yet the grinding of metal gears unleashed a newfound agony within you. Pictures of the man from the first mission imploded on your head- letting out a silent scream, you were losing yourself to these thoughts. 

Time was merely a human invention that you had long forgotten when trapped inside that room, the smell of the fallens blood mixed with each bite of spoiled food you consumed. They all demanded answers or they demanded your emotions- your reactions as they gleefully dug through your skin, your hair… your body shook as tears streamed down your eyes- locked into those feelings once more. 

A hand soon found its way over your own, caressing your grip off the table and into their lap. You shook in their touch, eyes still closed from the world as you sobbed out. They squeezed your hands before you flinched- your chair rocking as they gripped it still. Under your breath a series of small no’s echoed relentlessly before a shout came over them all. 

Snapping your eyes open, a skull masked face stared down at you as they slowly reached for your hand once more. Flinching as Ghost grabbed your hand, you apologised for your actions before placing your other hand in their outstretched one and offered a wide smile. “It seems you caught me at a bad moment,” you speak in a wavering tone, your tears still clogging your throat as you look past his form while speaking. 

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Ghost stares down at you, he had seen horrors in his lifetime yet nothing matched your state. It was as if you were a resurrected corpse, for lack of a better way to put it. Crouching down to show you he meant no harm, he sat on the floor beside your chair, holding your hand and rubbing small circles across its surface. Evening out his breathing in an effort for you to copy the motions, your eyes still rapidly danced around the room- looking… waiting for something to happen. 

Simon watches as you gradually slip back into your memories as panic starts to consume him, this one appears to be the worst so far. Reaching towards his phone, he speaks in hushed yet direct orders for Gabby to come into your workspace- alone before turning his phone on vibrate and pressing it back into his pocket. 

He listens to you mumble, the words incoherent as you shutter from the air coming through the heater. Soon your arms move to grip the table once more that has Simon carrying you to the plush chair in the corner- afraid that you would injure yourself. Your nails grip into his arms as your feet kick at his knees before your eyes snap open and your movements halt. 

Your breathing comes in short bursts as you shake and grab Simon's hands, bringing them up to your forehead as Ghost tries to coax you out once more. “Gaz or Price would be better with the words, hell even Johnny can come up with a coherent message every now and again. But you are stuck with me for now, Fis-Gabby is coming- she should know…”

Shaking your head against his hands, Ghost tilts his head in confusion. What were you disagreeing with? Or were these the memories still? “J-just stay here,” you softly speak out with closed eyes- doing your best to stay present. 

“I will…” Ghost states, “...I will be here.”

You don’t manage to reply before small shakes fill your system once more, Simon squeezes your hands before speaking up once more and praying for Gabby to come with a faster working solution. His hard hammered in his chest, shattering repetitively while observing your falling state. “My name is Simon,” the ghost-faced man blurts out. The suddenness of these words have you shocking slightly out of state before your head begins to fall heavy and you fall sideways against the chair's plush arm. 

“Simon?” you croak out lightly, eyes blinking through tears as you stare into the lampshade from across the room. 

“Simon.” 

“Simon’s a nice name…” you trail off, eyes now focusing on the rattling door handle as your breath hitches and you pull Simon into your arms, trying to protect the large man against the intruder as you begin to plead for mercy. 

Gabby bursts into the room and closes the door quickly behind her, throwing her keys onto your desk as she dashed over to your side. A bottle of water in hand she eases your grip off Simon as you sob into her arms and explain. “I-It happened. They were back- I saw them- I-I…”

“You saved them, Dice. Don’t let them make you think otherwise, do you hear my breathing? Do you feel my heartbeat?” she presses your hand to her chest, looking deeply into your eyes as you rest your forehead against her own. “Your squad makes the same lifesigns, we can go see them- together later, okay?”

You shake your head to Gabbys words, “No. Laswell said they think poorly of me- they work for Graves now… want nothing to do with me…” you trail off, picking your head up and looking at Simon who shakes his head slightly at you before staring down at his boots. Returning your gaze back to Gabbys awaiting eyes she offers a counter-argument, “I think I remember Commander Graves offering a seat within his ranks- Laswell was so pissed at the thought of losing you, isn’t that right Ghost?” Gabby says while looking over her shoulder, a small smile playing across her features. 

“Yes. She was very adamant about you staying here with us,” Simon replies while looking at you, eyes trailing down your tearstained thoughts as he moves to grab a few tissues. Dabbing your face, your breathing has returned to a somewhat normal state as you take your medication and say your thanks. 

“I don’t think I would- could leave again… I think this team is for me…” you say in a confident tone as Gabby gives a small cheer before teasing out, “Don’t let management hear that! Price would have a right flip from hearing those words, let alone Laswell.” Giving into her enthusiasm, Simon does the same as he relaxes against your desk before moving sharply within the blink of an eye as someone enters the room. Shielding you from their view, Simon pulls the person into the hall and shuts the door softly behind him. 

Furrowing your eyebrows and looking at Gabby, she simply shrugs her shoulders and offers you a hand to stand. Wavering while grasping the chair for support. You waddle back over to your desk and take another sip of water before reaching into your bag for a snack. Splitting your fruit with Fish, you both observe the new recruits running through the obstacle course as she chats idly about her day and points to one of the sargents ordering the training that asked her on a date the other day. 

Pressing a tease to hide a slight drop of your heart, Gabby comments on how happy she is that you are back to your regular self as you shove her off your desk with a laugh escaping you both. Her cheeks noticeably pink as she answers the knock at your door and turns into the hallway to address whomever it was. Your curiosity peaks as Simon has yet to return, fixing your appearance in the glasses reflection. You pack your belongings and exit to the hall. Looking up and down you sigh out- it was empty. 

Checking you have everything in your bag, you lock the door and make your way towards your car and back to your old apartment where some much needed Spoons cuddles awaited you in the crisp weekend air. 

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For the weekend you had locked yourself away in your apartment, living out your old lifestyle in an effort to wipe the slate clean for the next week. Hoping that some newfound connections would come running into your mind from having this break. Spoons meow loudly, throwing you out of bed as they demanded to be served food.

Stumbling into your kitchen and flicking on the kettle, you and Spoons both took your medication together before eating breakfast at your desk as you scrolled through your blog page. Various comments littered your feed, wishing you well on your extended break from social media, as a few old clients sent kind words in your direct messages. Smiling while replying to a few, Gabby posted a comment in shock that you were back online as you sent her a picture of you showing her the bird. 

Laughing to yourself before switching off your phone. You looked around your apartment and got to cleaning from your over two months departure. Music rang through your apartment as you danced with the broom and sung with the feather-duster. Spoons found their favorite place on the windowsill as they swatted away the electrical cord to the vacuum-cleaner. And soon enough dinner was being ordered and served in the living room. 

Sleep found you between episodes of bringing a new series on some streaming platform as the radiator hummed to life by your bedside. In the morning you read the paper and greeted your elderly neighbor who provided an array of excellent baked goods that were devoured that very morning. You could picture a distraught Gabby at hearing you left none for her. 

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You felt weird returning to the grocery store for a meal that night- it had been a long while since your last visit the cashier said to you- you could only shrug in response before wishing them a goodnight and stepping back out onto the nightlife-filled streets. The rain returned as you dashed back to your apartment and came in for a warm shower. Giving Spoons a little splash as they ran out the bathroom door and into the safety of their cattree you laughed at their stereotypical behaviour before drying yourself off and turning on yet another episode while cooking. 

You felt fulfilled when you were driving back to the base the next morning. A weekend spent solemnly to yourself, and well, Spoons of course. Yet a break was well served alongside a surprise that awaited you when the door twisted open and you were met with more bodies in the shared space than usual.

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Hanging your jacket by the door and peering into the kitchen, you see Gabby standing with a cup of coffee in hand as she laughs at yet another one of Soap's dad jokes before they both give you a wave of hello between laughs and you carry onwards to stagger in your steps. 

There on the couch sat Horangi and Köing, dressed in an all black uniform with their signature masks covering their faces. They have yet to notice you, stifling a laugh- as your body tries to process the overwhelming happiness and yet stress that envelopes your system. Ghost sits off to the side as they all stare at one another, none-opening conversation as they analyze each other's face covering choices. 

Gabby turns around the corner and yells out a surprise that has you bunching up your shoulders to your head as everyone turns to face the noise. Eyes going wide Horangi quickly stands without a word and storms up to you, placing his hands on your shoulders and giving your face a good look as he cups your cheek. A shuddering breath can be heard escaping his chest before he pulls you into a hug. 

Your hands stay stagnant by your sides as your brain fires, trying to process all the elements currently at play. You hear as your Captain orders for him to let you go, a warm hand going against the flat of your back has you snapping back to the current just as Hong-jin begins to pull-away. Your hands make fast movements of pulling at his shirt as he stumbles back into your arms. You swear to feel him smile from behind the mask as he places his head against your hair and you sigh out before letting go and looking over his shoulder to find an awaiting Austrian. 

Running over to the couch, you jump into his open arms with great laughter as Gabby squeals in the background, squeezing Kim’s side in an effort to contain herself as Hong-jin offers a breathy chuckle- shock still coursing through his system from seeing you alive and happy in front of his once again. 

Köing stands, not knowing where to place his hands, looking towards Horangi for advice. Hong-jin provides a physical example by turning Gabby around in his arms for a hug. Köing follows these actions as you hug back with equal vigor. Gabby soon begins to voice her protests to the hug for Kim only to warn her to shut up. Placing a gloved hand over her mouth as he wags a finger from his other hand in her view in warning. Biting his hand playfully, Horangi waves it dramatically, almost hitting Soap in the crossfire who crosses his arms a blank expression covering his face in reaction to the scene. 

Gaz views in the dining room, looking over the space from afar as he leans against the table. He is doing his best to wear a smile, happy to see your overjoyed state- especially after not seeing you for two weeks. Yet he hoped that your first moments back would be shared as a team (including Gabby). Not with… people from your past who seemed to produce the largest of smiles and the most beautiful of creases at the edges of your eyes. Kyle's chest tightened as did his fists before Simon joined him and grunted out a few choice words before stating how odd it was that you knew so many people who wore masks. 

He knew of your history together as Gabby explained to him once you left your apartment. In all the reports he had to study throughout the years, the scene that Gabby illustrated of your mind was a newfound horror that held him feeling that these men were partially responsible for said memories. Not slipping a word of his thoughts to Gaz, he merely nodded in response from then-on as his squad member ranted. Yet soon all these small conversations amongst the apartment would come to a halt.

“Okay boys,” Graves makes his presence known as he kicks the door close behind him. “It is time to hold our reunions and get to work. We have more people to bury and a meeting to attend to before that. New leads came in early this morning from one of our boys doing an inside-job. It is go-time!” The commander cheers out before offering the Captain a pat on the shoulder on his way out. 

Price rolls his shoulder from the touch as he makes sure the door is closed before addressing the room, his eyes falling onto you still in Köing’s arms as you don’t even pay attention to anything else happening in the room. Too enveloped into asking what the various unique badges from Shadow company met that were stitched neatly into his uniform and from what missions he ensued the new stipes in. 

The gentle giant laughed anxiously underneath his hood in embarrassment from the attention. Even after all these years away and in your presence, these social spikes still affected him to varying degrees. Hiding his slightly shaking hand from Price's view by placing it on his own, he cheered internally at watching your face light up with a smile when he asked about your photography work online that held you in shock. Pulling away from his touch to search through his eyes. 

“You followed my work?” A mixture of anxiousness from withheld excitement comes through your tone as the Köing nods and you hear Horangi shout from behind you. Turning your head to see him playfullying wrestling Gabby in his arms as she knees him in the gut and they fall to the floor- racing to pin one another between laughs. Shaking your head while giving Kim’s boot a light kick you turn back to Köing and whip out your phone. Showing you the new photos you took over the weekend with enthusiasm. 

Köing points down to a pinned comment underneath an post you made over a year ago, tilting your head you question if this was his favorite one yet he only shakes his head in response before pointing one more and saying in a gentle even tone- hiding the emotion ridden cry, “that comment is from me… I have always loved your creative work- overjoyed in fact when you decided to pursue it despite the… circumstances…” 

You hug the man once more, your hands now shaking as emotions stir from behind your eyes and fall down your cheeks- pools of happiness. Köing continues to speak, “I’m sorry, please don’t apologise for me… the situation all those years ago was the addition of bad decisions. I only wish it was me in your shoes, taking it… taking it all… and all that happened afterwards…”

You latch yourself onto his chest rig, the fabric rigid against your fingertips as you shake your head against his chest. Feeling as his large hands rub up and down your back as his chest rises and falls with his own soft cries. “I would bear that pain, that torture again- I still do at times…” you take a deep breath before continuing, “but knowing well that I get this moment now… seeing you breathing, feeling your heartbeat… I would not say it was worth it, many lives were lost, but…” your old squad lets out a dark chuckle, “...it helped us all to discover what is worth such a price.”

Köing places his head to your shoulder, his large frame casting a blanket over your own as he nods in response to your words. You feel the dampness of his mask against your shirt as Horangi stands a loser from his battle against Gabby, seeking the familiar comfort of you all together as he joins for a group hug. Gabby snaps a photo as you hear your phone ding. Putting up a thumbs up from under their large limbs- Price claps and clears his throat before he is interrupted. 

Graves comes back into the apartment once realizing no one listened to his earlier orders, “Meeting- NOW!” he demands, leaving the door open this time as your current squad files out of the room first as you trail behind with Horangi and Köing- conversations still flowing. 

--

Stepping into the meeting room, a few other Shadow members nodded towards their superior officers before turning back to face the slidedeck where Laswell stood organizing some last minute information. General Shepherd was seated just beside her, offering only a nod towards Graves who tipped him a light smile back before addressing his team as Horangi and Köing left your side. Turning to find a seat open beside Soap. You offer him a smile before placing yourself down in the office chair- spinning to face the front as you flip open your notebook. 

The usual arm is not found around the top of your chair that has your earlier smile falling as the meeting drags on. You already knew much of the intelligence being shared from your over two week extravaganza with Gabby back at the offices yet what surprises you is how Graves managed to obtain more locations to hidden supply settlements and connected family homes. Giving the American a slight side-eye, he gives you nothing but that commercial smile as a slight bow to his head- as if awaiting your applause. Rolling your eyes and shoulders from the growing stress- you pick at the material of your pants, spinning a pen in your other hand as you listen to Laswell flick through a dozen more slides. 

Soon a map is being dispaped and the General is on his feet- Graves hot on his tail as they rush to place icons across its surface. Showcasing how squads would infiltrate the site and eventually blow it down to the ground. Head snapping up at this newfound information, you look towards your Captain who mouths a later alongside a shake of his head that leaves you reeling back in equal confusion and concern. 

Looking to the other end of the table, Horangi merely shrugs towards you before addressing a question from his commander while Köing refuses to make eye contact with another in the room- gaze focused only on the map and icons spread against the table. Price now stands, his chair screeching against the tiles that have you snapping your head over to observe his movements. Walking around the table to stand beside you he points to various squad members, offering repositioning and pointing towards Graves for some eyes in the sky who claps once before voicing his agreement- knowing the dollar signs are only adding up with a plastered against his thin lips. 

You watch as Gabby groans and rolls her eyes, she already hears an earful from the financial team for her own spending budget- she did not ever want to know how much they were commissioning for help from the Shadow Company. Leaning over to see what she wrote down in her journal- your memories reminisce to school days with sharing homework answers as she tilts the pages upwards to greet your face. A few dot-points are scattered among the blue lines alongside a few drawings and… caricatures of people from within the room that have you hiding your giggles in between coughs and a request for water. 

--

As the hours tick by and a few staff bring in lunch for a brief break to the meeting, you dash towards the washrooms and return to see Köing standing in the corner, looking out for you with two plates in hand. You voice your thanks before digging in as he turns to face the wall, lifting up his mask to eat as well. Horangi soon joins you in the corner, pulling over a chair and taking a seat, he pats his thigh asking if you want to sit with him. 

The tone he asks in is honest, hiding no underlying motives- yet the question leaves you a silent bit modified nonetheless as you shake your head in reply and see as Simon turns his back to continue listening to whatever Price was describing to him in a serious expression. 

Soap and Gaz chatted with Gabby at the other half of the room- stealing food off each other's plates and tasing one another's drinks- siblings they all were truly, you thought to yourself before you began catching up with Horangi once more. 

He told you about the various clients he worked for in the West- ranging from raging politicians to a ‘hopeless romantic’ ex-girlfriend. You choked on your food, trying to contain your mortified mixed laughter as he spoke of the work like an average blue-collared Tuesday. Köing only nodded in agreement to the outrageous stories, commenting on how a woman tried to handle him while disarming a bomb and providing exfil communications through comms. 

Soon they were begging to hear what missions you had gotten up to, and how your new team was treating you. There was a glint in Horangi’s eyes underneath the glasses that he wore in a lit room as he turned his head to take a look at your Captain and Ghost before extending his leg out, placing a boot in between your shoes as Köing shifted beside you. Blocking your earlier view of Gaz and Soap.

“They treat me more than fair-”

“Mhm…” Horangi cuts you off. 

You reply with a degree of hostility, “I'm still alive if that counts for something in your books?”

Horagni sits more upright, a slight tilt to his head has you peering into his actual eyes- his glasses slipping down his masked nose. “I know you can keep yourself safe, their records show it too. I just need to know if there are any… other effects that may concern me?” 

“Effects? Are you seriously asking me about my meds? Seriously Kim?”

“No,” He pinches his nose before grabbing your hand and applying a light pressure as he pulls you closer. “Look, I just had a bit of a… rough welcoming from the dudes on your team. I just want to know if they did the same to you- just so I know how hard to punch back while in the parking lot later today.”

Taking a moment to process his words, your eyes go wide before you start to pull of his mask- concerned for the damage done. He grabs your wrist gently, shaking his head before looking around the room as you do the same. People are beginning to back up their belongings for the meeting to resume. Sighing out before answering with a pointed look i your eye, “you better tell me about where you got hurt and from who- I’ll be having a word. But I never received such treatment- I apologize on their behalf for now that they did that to you, I wouldn’t begin to know why they would do so…”

Horangi nods once before standing and pushing his chair back to the table. Köing as quiet as ever refuses to reply when you ask if he received the same treatment- only placing a hand on your shoulder to give you a light shove back to your seat before he returns to his side of Graves. 

--

After the lunch period had ended, a new slidedeck was shown across the screen, this time Graves was highlighting all the various technology and weaponry he would be providing as part of the “complete shadow package.” Cringing up your spine and placing your head into your hand. You continued to write notes as your handwriting progressively worsened by the hour. 

An applause completes Grave’s portion of the meeting before General Shepard stands and addresses your current squad. Taking the time to meet each of your eyes for the first time in the meeting- his eyes lingering at Prices near the end of the table as he speaks. “To ensure the success of our collaborative objective- a series of smaller deployments will lead to our cumulative attack.”

Slamming his hands against the table, Shepard continues, “ We still need to nail down who is moving the money from the capital to their pockets alongside what front that ‘charity gala’ was hiding in their skirts and flutes. And I want them all fucking nailed to my door in three weeks time- are we understood?”

A series of “yes, sir’s” are stirred around the room before Gabby opens her mouth, about to ask a question before getting cut off by Laswell speaking up. 

“The departure is in three weeks time, we have yet to fly in the rest of our teams from around the world. As Graves in his men will have to go back across the pond to secure the gear and ship it all over. In that meanwhile, all present in the room today are expected to continue training procedures as usual alongside pickup extra physical assessment tests to ensure the security of this mission and its participants. Thank you- you all are excused,” Laswell addresses the meeting as many hurriedly walk out to grab dinner before the caf.closes or to make the evening rush home. 

“And what will we be calling this attack?” Gabby questions out into the emptying room, she wanted a name good enough to place within the records as you take your time to pack your belongings, curious to the decided name. 

“Mission: Spill,” is all Laswell offers before walking out the room with Commander Graves chatting her ear off in tow.  

╰┈➤ A/N: Really loved writing this chapter, so much is planned to happen in the next few chapters- prepare for the ANGST to come. Mwahahaha!

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[gravitascivics]

JUDGING THE NATURAL RIGHTS VIEW, IX

An advocate of parochial federalism continues his/her presentation[1] …

Tracing Gabriel Almond and G. Bingham Powell’s structural-functional model,[2] the last posting described the model’s treatment of how political systems handle inputs from their environments.  Inputs take the form of demands and supports and readers are encouraged to review the last several postings to see how this blog accounts for those elements.  This posting will shift to outputs, the policies, regulations, proclamations, and other forms of governmental actions that systems produce.

         Outputs are described as the result of combinations of several factors:  the product of rational decision-making in trying to meet expressed demands, attempts of political systems to adjust to changes in their environments, and those in power trying to maximize their interests given the political realities at given times and conditions.

         These writers, Almond and Powell, do emphasize the rational factors and utilize the concept of capabilities when referring to systems’ actions as a whole. Analyses of capabilities measure the behaviors or accomplishments in the following categories of performances: extractions, regulations, distributions, symbolisms, and incidents of responsiveness.  These analyses can be applied to both domestic and international political conditions or situations.

         Political systems depend on their respective societies, i.e., their citizens, to willingly contribute both human and natural resources so that they can achieve societal goals.  Almond and Powell employ the term extractive capabilities to describe systems’ abilities to bring to bear those resources.  These can be financial resources, as when people pay their taxes, or labor, as when people serve in the armed forces.

         When political systems are able to exert control through regulations and enforcements, Almond and Powell call these regulative capabilities.  Of course, in comparing different kinds of systems, democratic systems have very limited regulatory capabilities as compared to totalitarian or highly authoritarian systems.  For example, in the area of speech, the political system of the US is highly limited in this capability.

         Distributive capabilities refer to allocating values, a prime function of the political system. ��The focus here is to whom are the values distributed, what values are distributed, when and how will the values be distributed.  These decisions are related to the famous notion Harold Lasswell first introduced to the political science world in 1936.

In that year, his book, Politics:  Who Gets What, Where, and How[3] which defines politics to many, was published. This type of outputs refers not only to direct distributions of resources by governments, but to decisions and laws that affect who will benefit, and who will not, in the economic and social arenas of nations.

Moving on, with symbolic capabilities, Almond and Powell write about legitimate powers of systems, i.e., how well systems can elicit patriotic or nationalistic feelings of support.  Here, authorities use national symbols extensively, such as flags and anthems, to generate these feelings.  They also question the patriotism of their opponents. Using David Easton’s terminology, the authorities are trying to increase diffuse support by this type of outputs.[4]

The responsive capabilities are probably the most important to average citizens.  The concern with them is how outputs relate to inputs, particularly demands.  Whose demands are getting satisfied and to what level of satisfaction are they being met are concerns that are being addressed with analyses of this type of capabilities.

In order to get clear views of these concerns, investigators must study entire demand flows within systems. Several methods of demand responses are identified by the model.  These are incidences of repressions, indifferences, and accommodations.  Some might judge this element of the model, demand flows, as the most telling in terms of what sort of systems a specific system is.

Authorities ignoring demands constitute indifference.  Accommodations consist of satisfying, to some degree, demands and the level that systems demonstrate this capability is the level they demonstrate responsiveness. At times, especially with recurring demands with high levels of popular concern, accommodations can become institutionalized, and the responses become automatic.  For example, in the case of natural disasters in the US, all relevant levels of government respond almost automatically.

A final set of functions in the Almond and Powell model needs to be included.  These functions are political socialization and political recruitment.  More specifically,

 ·      political socialization, as Easton describes it, refers to the internalization of political cultures by respective populations or nations.  This function is carried out through the instruction of members of the systems, particularly the young, in their respective cultural values, beliefs, attitudes, and customs of political systems.[5]  And

·      political recruitment refers to the need to find and select individuals for authority positions.  These identified people will carry out the processes of political systems.

 Another function is communications; they tie together the other functions, processes, and structures within and without systems.  Oftentimes, stresses are either caused or augmented by faulty communications.

         That concludes a general description of the systems model of analysis in political science.  Within the discipline, this approach was dominant from the 1950s through the 1960s. Its insights into how political systems operate still have a large influence under the parameters described by Stephen L. Schechter and Jonathan S. Weil,

In the twentieth century, both politics and political science have experienced a profound shift in emphasis from government to the individual. Politics and political science became increasingly separate and specialized pursuits … Political science became a social science guided by the behavioral question posed by Harold D. Lasswell in the subtitle of his book Politics:  Who Gets What, When, and How?  The large shift in political science from the study of government to the study of the individual was followed by another shift in emphasis from the study of political institutions to the study of political behavior.

         On the threshold of the 21st century, political science has experienced yet another shift in emphasis – this time, from the study of political behavior to the study of decision-making. … Political scientists in the so-called post-behavioral age are beginning to accept the concern for values, qualitative judgments, and the ends of politics as legitimate considerations of political science. [6]

 The judgment here is that this claim is still viable today with the only qualifier that this value orientation of today has shifted (yet again) toward critical theory-based concerns.

         The concern here is that the influence of political science on civics education as reflected by the textbooks public school systems employ, has been stuck at the point of the above development that reflects the political systems model that this and the last ten or so postings have described, more specifically in the behavioral/popular values stage.  This blogger makes this argument in his recently published book, From Immaturity to Polarized Politics (available through Amazon).[7]

[1] This presentation continues with this posting.  The reader is informed that the claims made in this posting do not necessarily reflect the beliefs or knowledge of this blogger.  Instead, the posting is a representation of what an advocate of the natural rights view might present.  This is done to present a dialectic position of that construct.  This series of postings begins with “Judging Natural Rights View, I,” August 2, 2022.

[2] Gabriel Almond and G. Bingham Powell, Jr., Comparative Politics: A Developmental Approach (Boston: Little, Brown. 1966).

[3] Harold D Lasswell, Who Gets What, When, and How (New York, NY:  McGraw-Hill, 1936).  Current distributor of this book is Papamoa Press.  Accessed April 16, 2020, https://www.google.com/books/edition/Politics_Who_Gets_What_When_How/UlekDwAAQBAJ?hl=en&gbpv=1&printsec=frontcover .

[4] David Easton, A System Analysis of Political Life (New York, NY:  John Wiley and Sons, Inc., 1965).

[5] Just as a point of interest, readers should take note of the role civics education plays here.

[6] Stephen L. Schechter and Jonathan S. Weil, “Studying and Teaching Political Science,” in Teaching the Social Sciences and History in Secondary Schools:  A Method Book, edited by James C. Schott and Laurel R. Singleton (Belmont, CA:  Wadsworth Publishing Company, 1996), 138.

[7] Robert Gutierrez, From Immaturity to Polarized Politics:  Obstacles in Achieving a Federated Nation (Tallahassee, FL:  Gravitas Civics Books, 2022).

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[tuensartpages]

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Just a 'what if' if Lasswell was part of the Orders,,, I imagine him to be unhinged yet cold and calculating?? Imma make a long post for that bdjsowowmkw

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[sleepinglionhearts]

Redid my main team in FFBE recently. I appreciate Charlotte much more now.

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[wooleeza]

The costumes worn by Rain and Lasswell’s actors (Abe Aran and Nakada Hiroki) in the FFBE musical will be on exhibition at the Square Enix cafe in Akihabara, Tokyo from 11 December 2021 to 28 January 2022. Due to the onset of the pandemic at the time, the musical had a single run in March 2020 without a live audience. If you would like to support the production, its dvd is available for order via Animate, Amazon and HMV Japan. Meanwhile, please appreciate the costumes in the following images!

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[mil-humss7g8-blog]

Communication Connects Dots

Communication is an act of interaction between individuals and it is a constant part of our lives. We need to communicate to express ourselves and to build relationships towards other people. Communication takes place if there’s an exchange of thoughts and ideas. There are different ways to communicate it’s either through VERBAL or NON-VERBAL. There are also lots of means to communicate, in today’s generation MULTI-MEDIAS are the great influencers of communication because it can gain more participants.

Communication comes in different forms like readings, writings, talking, listening and even our actions is a form of communication. Communication enable us to connect globally specially by the means of multi-medias. The main purpose of communication is understanding. Understanding confirms the effectiveness of communication but sometimes there are barriers that will test it’s effectiveness. Commonly noises, signal interruptions and distance are great examples of it and we can’t avoid those barriers all throughout the communication process.

 Overall by means of communication we can able to understand ourselves more because communication starts from within before others will partake. “No man is an island” we need each other to survive and by means of surviving we much interact to progress.

 We’ve tackled various models of communication namely; the Linear communication models such as Lasswell’s communication model and Shannon-Weaver’s communication model. There are also interactive models such as Osgood Schramm model of communication, Berlo’s SMCR model of communication, the gatekeeper model and the ecological model. Among those models of communication models we’ve known that communication has a complex process which contains different elements (sender, message, channel, receiver, feedback ) in order to attain good and effective communication. The different models of communication simplify this process by providing visual representations of the various aspect of communication. Those models allow us to visualize specific concepts and steps within the process of communication.

[teamcalamity]

Okay, newbie. Let's move!

A new competitive season has started, Opus VIII is about to launch and Team Calamity has a blog... BOOYA!!

If you want to see more variety than a dialogue with Squall, topics that hit harder than Sephiroth into the back of a flower girl and tips more useful than Vaan's point in the story, then this is the blog for you.

In this first article we thought it might be best to introduce you to some of the team who will be regular staples on here. Hopefully this brief insight will help put some of their upcoming content into perspective.

First up is our resident judge - Mitch.

How did you first get into FFTCG?

It was a dark time in my life; I had just finished one of my favourite TV series for the 15th time and worst of all I had a piece of apple skin stuck between my teeth. There was no light at the end of the tunnel.

I received a call from the UK Champion (but not world) Peter Sherratt, he spoke to me like a true champion with grace and honour “you alright dickhead?” he told me that he had just gone to a new comic book shop, the infamous Calamity Comics. Peter knew I always had a creepy girlfriend affection for Final Fantasy and our recent card game was now just an OTK shit show. So we thought let’s give it a go.

Pulled Bahamut legend, fire seems strong; I bet this card will be good for a long time, 10000 damage AND removed. Peter got Foil Light Cloud. This card is also future proof, if there’s one thing I know about card games, is that removal is key and this has it in spades…

From that day I was hooked, scratching at my arms for the next fix of spoilers, tapping the vein, breathing FFTCG and dealing with my new addiction.

What style of play do you favour?

I like to win, but more importantly I like to be a smug prick and to do this, I love my combat tricks. Nothing lifts the table up on my side more than doing something your opponent cannot see coming. I also love removal and drawing cards so if someone could explain to me how to play earth that would be great. Thank you.

Biggest hype of Opus 8?

While all the cards aren’t out yet, I am especially excited for Lunafreya, the stuff that she can enable; it means your opponent will not want to kill off some of your best forwards. That said this will all change depending on the new Garnet, if there is one.

Peter - the 2018 UK Champion (not world)

How did you first get into FFTCG?

I played yu gi oh at the time and I saw FF being sold at Calamity Comics in Hatfield.

Eric the store owner said they were doing a tournament on Friday night's (an attempt to remove the magic the gathering crowd) .

I had played FF7 and I've never liked mtg so sounded like a win win for me. All that was left was to convince mitchell to go with me to hold my hand through it all.

Didn't take long to convince him and off we went to go purchase some cardboard crack. First pack I opened....foil Cloud L!! Wooo

First deck I played was fire ice. We didn't have a clue what we were doing but got it after a couple of goes.

Mitch went home that night to learn the rulings. It became an obsession of his for a while. He would wake up in the middle of the night about illegal plays the night before.

What was even better was we convinced our mates Joseph and Azlan to join also. Fucking great game. Needs more cleavage though.

What style of play do you favour?

I really like all 3 of the main tropes. They all have a special place in my heart because of the decks ive played with.

Mono wind has generally been a control deck. Midrange ice is tempo. Discard ice is quite aggressive.

I'm gunna vote for tempo. After a short amount of set up I do love using dull freeze or discard mechanics for those cheap easy wins. It's like eating 20 mcnuggets. You know it's bad but it feels so good.

Biggest hype for Opus 8?

Sherlotta, Fina, Alexander, Lasswell & Time Mage.

The one I will talk about is Time Mage though because I honestly think it's perfect for what ice needs right now.

Wind earth is an awful matchup where we can't choose Zidane, get fucked by big daddy etc etc. So we're investing 5cp for a huge tempo swing. Huge. I'm a big big fan. It's a multicard too so extra copies may be played.

Mono ice will return with a vengeance!!!

Rich - Team Calamity's synergy specialist.

How did you first get into FFTCG?

I have zero history of playing card games, so my interest in FFTCG was purely as someone who had played nearly every game released under the title, who just fancied trying it out. I bought the starter decks on release date to gauge if it was something that I was going to stick with, and pretty soon I was part of the Opus I stock disaster, hunting the shelves of every Toys'r'Us in driving distance trying to find packs (I'm not proud to admit that). Two and a half years, and many £'s later, here I am writing my first blog post after years of being a lurker on the fan page.

What style of play do you favour?

I have always run decks that I find genuinely fun to build, play and tweak. Sometimes that means I run stuff closer to the meta, and sometimes I run more obscure decks. The vast majority of decks that I run revolve around combo cards such as Yuri/Chelinka/Alhanalem or Seifer/Raijin/Fujin. Nothing turns me on more than the text "If you control card name "X"".

Biggest hype for Opus 8?

Just give me 3 Lasswell in foil. I love that the card has been made with a specific purpose in mind (Fire/Ice deck), and all 3 abilities feed into what those elements want to achieve. I'm not quite sure how best to make Lasswell work, but I'm sure someone much smarter than I am will find a way to make him a beast!

Tom - Blog editor, specialist subject the 'Tombo Combo'

How did you first get into FFTCG?

I got into the game by chance around Opus 4. I'd never played a TCG before but out browsing for a cheap PS4 game in the January sales I spotted Cloud and Squall booster packs in the bargain bin at a local game shop. A Final Fantasy card game, what even is that?! Went home, googled it, rushed back the next day, bought the lot and ordered all the starter sets. I still remember opening my first packs and getting so excited by how many shinys I was getting, like one in each pack, I must be so lucky! Next step a venture to Calamity as the only local place to play. I didn't win a game for about 2 months but was having the best time!

What style of play do you favour?

I like to do things differently so for me I'm all about the meme life and unashamedly so. I like to shy away from the meta (to my own detriment) as I get much more enjoyment from doing things myself and if someone tells me something is shit, it just makes me want to play it more. That said I still believe you can meme and be successful and hope to go someway to proving that this competitive season (here's to 0-X at every major tournament this year)

Biggest hype for Opus 8?

Not seen the full list yet but I'm buzzing for the new FF7 starter deck. I'll probably look to take the Earth parts into an Earth/Fire setup maybe utilising the new 15 characters if space. For me a big part of enjoying the game is using characters I actually know of and love so this should fit nicely. I've also got some ideas for a Fire/Water rush style deck and a new Opus launch wouldn't be complete without me trying to make FF8 work (where are you Cid Kramer!).

I hope this is the set where things really open up and we don't see the same few decklists dominating the circuit.

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[siriusloire]

“ “LASSWELL! YOU’RE BACK!!!”

[...]

As they were far enough from the others, she jumped towards him, throwing her arms to his neck. He catched her and lost balance, falling backwards.”

(From Chapter 20 of my FFBE AU Fanfiction, “Establishing the new Order”)

If you are interested in my AU Fanfiction, you can find it on ao3!

The events take place in a canon divergence using some events we see at the end of season 2, you can read it on my ao3 account:

#ffbe #alternate universe #canon divergent au #lasswell ffbe #physalis ffbe #fan art #artists on tumblr #digital art #digital drawing #art by me #my art #art #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #final fantasy brave exvius

[freezingwhitefire]

Fina: I wish you could block people in real life

Lasswell: restraining order

Sakura: murder

#incorrect ffbe #fina #lasswell #ffbe #final fantasy brave exvius #ff brave exvius #sakura ffbe

[mil-stem2g3-blog]

Models of Communication There is so much thing that we learned about communication after studying the different models namely Linear Model, Lasswell's Commumication Model, Shannon- Weaver's Communication Model, Interactive Model, Osgood- Schramm Model, Berlo's SMCR Model, The Gatekeeper Model and Ecological Model. As a student it is important to know the following models in order to achieve the personality of a good communicator. Generally, all of us were using communication in a way to connect to other people, for us to be understood and also understand each one of them. In communication we can share information and ideas that help us improve as an individual. We used the said models depending on our receiver or environment and we have certain model used in every situation. Introducing all the models to us is a good thing to know more communication since we all use it in our everyday living. After knowing all these including the barriers of communication, we realized that we should really not blame our receiver if there are times that they cannot understand what we are saying because, maybe there is just someone or something that is bothering and stoping them from communicating properly. If we are knowledgeable about this barriers then we can be aware and can find a way to talk properly and to understand each other much better. It is also important to know the person we are communicating with and the proper etiquette of communicating because, in this way we can refrain from misenterpretation which is the most common cause of a conflict. We should be careful of what words to use in communicating to keep us united. Without communication unity among everyone is very difficult to achieve.

[gravitascivics]

THE FACTORS OF “ME” POLITICS

This blog is in the midst of describing the theory that guides its efforts.  Since this blogger wishes to prescribe what he believes would be a better way to approach civics education, the subject would best originate in political science.  And as sciences do, it describes and explains the relationships that its practitioners highlight in their research, i.e., how relevant variables relate with each other if at all.

         The last posting left the reader with what Daniel Elazar claims are the two central variables that political scientists should study.  They are power and justice.  The first, according to Harold Lasswell, is about who gets what, when, and how (this blogger flippantly adds “and how much”), and Elazar states that justice is about who should get what, when, and how – and why.[1]  And to add a wrinkle, unlike other variables that political scientists measure and analyze such as voting, justice demands normative theorizing.

         This blog incorporates the normative theory of federalism as it applies to education and in that, this blogger uses the term federation theory and prescribes its use as the central theoretical basis for the teaching of governance and politics in the nation’s civics’ classrooms.  It does so because the alternative perspectives, according to Elazar, either do not relate to the rule of the many (what the US has) or have not provided suitable “guidelines for using power in order to live well.”[2]

         This blogger has argued that in the US there currently is the natural rights theory predominantly serving as the basis for what is taught in government or civics courses at the secondary level.  This other view, based on the legal concepts of the natural law philosophy, has experienced change since the beginning of the nation.  And within its current rendition, the perspective is not so much a legal idea but a cultural one.

         Basically, it is defined as the notion that one is allowed to engage in any activity as long as one does not interfere with the rights of others. This, among many Americans, has become the belief to the degree that not even this last qualifier pertains.  But at any level, it generally does not impose any responsibilities and duties on people beyond obeying the law, i.e., laws not offensive to natural laws.

         What those rights are is an open question.  They definitely include the enumerated rights contained in the Bill of Rights but are not limited by them.[3]  This perspective dovetails nicely with an individualistic political culture that is prevalent today.[4]

         On the other hand, a federalist paradigm or theory can generally be described as a view that society is based on a partnership among citizens, imposing the responsibilities such an arrangement entails.[5]  Needless to say, the adherents of each perspective – natural rights and federalist rights – find themselves at odds with each other as issues such as, for example, censorship arise in the national media.  

Usually, the respective feelings are ill-defined because, as is often the case with cultural beliefs, the acquisition of the perspectives is through experiences in which respective values are treated as assumptions, providing an implied or hidden element.  Back in 1996, Michael Sandel, using the label – the liberal political philosophy – for the natural rights perspective, describes it as follows:

 The political philosophy by which we live is a certain version of liberal political theory.  Its central idea is that government should be neutral toward the moral and religious views its citizens espouse.  Since people disagree about the best way to live, government should not affirm in law any particular vision of the good life.  Instead, it should provide a framework of rights that respects persons as free and independent selves, capable of choosing their own values and ends. Since this liberalism asserts the priority of fair procedures over particular ends, the public life it informs might be called the procedural republic.[6]

 This perspective is the prevailing political theory to which this nation adheres.[7]

         Its adopted lessons – its ideals and ideas – are accumulated through life and are supported in schools, leaving a strong influence on the individual. Sandel continues:

So familiar is this vision of freedom that it seems a permanent feature of the American political and constitutional tradition.  But Americans have not always understood freedom in this way.  As a reigning public philosophy, the vision of liberalism that informs our present debates is a recent arrival, a development of the last forty or fifty years [of this writing in 1996].  Its distinctive character can best be seen by contrast with a rival public philosophy that it gradually displaced.  This rival public philosophy is a version of republican political theory.[8]

 Again, the terminology is different, but “republican political theory” is the broader category and federalism is a type of that theory.  And more specifically, Sandel is expressing federalist propositions when he points out that this philosophy emphasizes self-government that presupposes an active and intra-active citizenry.

This form of republican rule is concerned beyond ends and addresses the prerequisites for meaningful self-rule.  “It means deliberating with fellow citizens about the common good and helping to shape the destiny of the political community [which] requires a knowledge of public affairs, and also a sense of belonging, a concern for the whole, a moral bond with the community whose fate is at stake.”[9]

This sense has spurred reaction.  Currently, there are movements attempting to inform and promote a more communal view of governance and politics.  The next posting will report on them but before becoming aware of those efforts, the reader might consider what the implications of a polity guided by excessive individual thought causes.  One can make the argument that the current polarized political landscape is a direct result of adopting the natural rights view as the nation’s prominent view of governance and politics.

[1] Daniel J. Elazar, “Federal Models of (Civil) Authority,” Journal of Church and State, 33 (Spring, 1991), 231-254.

[2] Ibid., 231.

[3] Randy E. Barnett, “Ninth Amendment” in The Oxford Companion to the Supreme Court of the United States, edited by Kermit L. Hall (New York, NY:  Oxford University Press, 1991), 589-592 AND “Ninth Amendment,” The Annenberg Guide to the United States Constitution (n.d.), accessed November 24, 2021, https://www.annenbergclassroom.org/ninth-amendment/ . 

[4] Michael J. Sandel, Democracy’s Discontent:  America in Search of a Public Philosophy (Cambridge, MA:  The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press, 1996) AND Ava Rosenbaum, “Personal Space and American Individualism, Brown Political Review (October 31, 2018), accessed November 24, 2021, https://brownpoliticalreview.org/2018/10/personal-space-american-individualism/.

[5] Daniel J. Elazar, “How Federal Is the Constitution?  Thoroughly!” Elazar, D. J. (1994). How federal is the Constitution? Thoroughly. In a booklet of readings, Readings for Classes Taught by Professor Elazar (1994), prepared for a National Endowment for the Humanities Institute. Conducted in Steamboat Springs, Colorado, 1-30.

[6] Sandel, Democracy’s Discontent, 4.

[7] Daniel J. Elazar, American Federalism: A View from the States, (New York, NY: Thomas Y. Crowell, 1966) AND Sandel, Democracy’s Discontent AND Seymour Martin Lipset, American Exceptionalism: A Double-Edged Sword (New York, NY: W. W. Norton and Company, 1996).

[8] Sandel, Democracy’s Discontent, 5.

[9] Ibid.

#federalism #federation theory #natural rights view #natural law #republican political theory #civics education #social studies

[tuensartpages]

1.) Rainbow Units I want huhuhuhu ((Altho got A. Rain and Karlette!!))

2.) Lasswell having white hairs and getting all self conscious but Rain comforting his husband ♡♡

3.) Based on @sleepinglionhearts on the FFBE trio having a clotheswap,, mainly just an excuse to have Lasswell w/ a boob window ;;w;;

4. - 5.) Lasswell and Rain's children ; Nagi, Noctis, and Fina! ((I know Noctis isn't from FFBE but leT ME DREAM))

6. - 7.) Babies of the Orders ♡♡

#ffbe #ffbe nagi #ffbe fanart #ffbe fina #ffxv noctis #ffxv #noctis lucis caelum #lasswell #rain #lassrain #karlette #fohlen #duke #shamlin #ffbe shamlin #fft #high seraph ultima #ff0 #ff0 ace #fft high seraph ultima #ffbe lasswell #ffbe rain #final fantasy brave exvius

[sevdrag]

dreamwidth update: Mobile Game Monday

anyway that's enough of THAT, let's talk about MOBILE GAMES????

[FFRK] - i was v busy last week and had a family holiday this weekend, and thus I ACTUALLY MISSED 2 EVENTS. sob! that however leaves me with stamina for those Torments which close in approx. 3 days. fuck. go me and my time management!

as usual after a fest, i've ended up with new tools i need to figure out how best to use (and which tools are kind of useless), so i've been working on creating a spreadsheet to capture my useful SBs. Right now i have both Physical and Magic listed by Element, as well as Healing, (half of) Buffs, and (half of) enElement/Imperil by Realm. I'm really hoping this being organized bit helps me plow through some 4* magicites, as well as focusing on hones. plus, it will help me identify candidates for mote diving and MC3, since i have plenty of both at the moment.

[FFBE] - I did miss some stamina time this weekend but did my free daily pulls of course! i haven't gotten anyone new and exciting yet, though. the MK event is fun since I have CG Lasswell, CG Fina, and a friends list full of 100% bonus units! come to me, all expensive things!

i'm really hoping i can pull CG Sakura, Nichol, or Lid, probably in that order. i'm still rather low on tix though, although i may pick up enough lapis to be able to hit the Lid/Nichol banner.

i also am busting through the last parts of chapter one in the goddamn story (it is on chapter 3),

i really need to start getting my shit together in this game to start on trials, espers, and the hard shit -- i just look at people's clears and it looks so annoying

all my other games have no real progress to report, as i've been so busy i could barely keep up with these two!

How are your games? Any other big ~festivals~ going on in other games that are fun?

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