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celaenaeiln · 8 months

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can i know your thoughts on the “typical” nightwing ships (him with wally, roy, slade, kory, babs, apollo/midnighter, etc etc)?

ofc! <333

As a multishipper I literally love almost all of these

Wally

The softest ship ever! Reading about them is so cute. All cuddles and snuggles, and full on comfort.

It's the best friends to lovers trope

Haven't read about them in a really long while but they used to be my comfort ship. Like these two are so soft each other that they just make me feel warm inside.

Roy

Roydick is my spicy birdflash ship. Their chemistry was more heated with them constantly getting into arguements but falling together again. Going back to the comics I realize that Roy hero-worships Dick and that's why they get into so many fights. Roy literally thinks Dick is too perfect

There's this post about them which provides comic panels about Roy constantly comparing himself to Dick

But mostly Roy wants all of Dick. He wants Dick's 100% attention of them and he hates-HATES-that Dick gives everything to Batman. It drives him so mad because he thinks Batman doesn't deserve any of Dick's attention.

Literally tells Batman- you ain't shit. I feel bad Dick had to deal with you. He doesn't deserve it for all the greatness he is.

Roy wants all of Dick and that's where I ship them including their complicated issues. What makes their relationship so great is their problems. Neither of them will compromise (Dick won't let go of Bruce and Roy won't let go of that issue), but after all the screaming and fighting they still fall back together.

It's Dick that Roy goes to every time he has to deal with Cheshire.

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>:> hehe

Ollie has the biggest grin on his face XD

Slade

My OTP LETS GO

Bruh I am so into them.

My post on why they were made for each other

YEA YEA YEAHHHHHH

Slade literally used the steam of Dick's shower to write a message in his bathroom mirror.

okay.

I am obsessed with Slade's obsession with Dick.

I love how in one comic Dick is literally just listing everything that's wrong with his life and Deathstroke is just standing there actively listening with his arms crossed.

He's never gonna give up that apprentice agenda.

Kory

Kory!! I LOVE DICKKORY SO MUCH!!!

When I think of love, they are the epitome of it. I didn't know it was possible to feel love through paper until I saw them. One look at the chemistry is overwhelming.

"Questions about what's right and what's not, I'll always have them. Questions about my loving you? No! I do. Very much."

Dickkory love is stronger than Dick's moral ethics and Dick's moral ethics?

I've never seen Dick love anyone as much as he did Kory. There are issues that came up ofcourse. I'm pretty sure there was an anti-alien sentiment among the general public (real life?) that affected them and on top of that the Batman office wanting Dick back so they just ripped him away from the titans and rewrote a whole new love story for them while trashing Kory for it but when the public's reaction and Dick's "he's so perfect everyone wants him so let's play around with love interests for him" aside, they were the king and queen of love.

What I love about their relationship is Dick loved Kori for who she was, not how she looked. And Kori loved Dick for who he was and not how he looked. On both sides, sometimes all people see of them are their beauty not their personality or strengths or being.

Barbara

Barbara. The reason I held off on writing this.

My feelings about Barbara are complicated.

She and Dick used to be my OTP. I loved them so much I actually hated Kori for a bit, thinking that Barbara was so much better-when I was solely in the fandom. But oh how the table have turned. Very recently the feather broke the camel's back so my feelings about the two of them have changed.

Long story short, they're better off friends. But my favorite moments come from mostly short haired Barbara comics.

This Barbara was AWESOME. She was so chill and cool and funny. She would be smart but not in a demeaning way to others.

Also Batgirl 2000 comic Dickbabs was so sweet (below)

Apollo/Midnighter

love them!

I think Midnighter would totally seduce Dick into a frenemies with benefits arrangement. I mean he's halfway there.

But aside from the usual flirting, Midnighter really, really, REALLY respects Dick's fight skills. I'm sure you've seen the panels of that already but since posts have a 30 image limit I'mma skip over that to the other reason: his greater-that-meta-human tenacity. Things and circumstances that take out metahumans, Dick surpasses through sheer will power and dedication.

So I mostly ship Dick/Midnighter but Apollo would probably join in too at some point.

Constantine

Never getting over how John-I don't do things I don't have to-Constantine saved someone because their body was hot and and their butt looked good. But later on in the comic he talks about how cool he was and what he describes Dick as is when asked about him is:

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Tiger

His relationship with Tiger is AWESOME!!

It reminds me of his batman Dick relationship with Damian. Snarky and affectionate.

I ran out of image space :'0

But Dick basically gets Tiger-Spyral's number 1 and most loyal spy-to abandon the agency they work for, turn coat, and hunt them down to burn the oragnization into the ground instead. They're literally so funny. I loved Dick and Damian's cute banter and Tiger is just Damian aged up but meaner lol.

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101-degrees · 1 year

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Hey! Could I get some prompts about otp having a nice day out when Person A starts feeling light-headed and clutches at Person B's shoulder before fainting? Maybe some symptoms before like feeling thirsty or too hot?

Thanks 😊

I’ll do my best! I’ve designated them with sickie and caretaker roles, just to keep things less confusing, but obviously Person B doesn’t have to be a caretaker if you use any of these prompts.

Sickie

“Can we stop for a minute?”

“It feels a lot warmer than it was supposed to be today…”

“Ugh, god. I’m sweating through my shirt.”

“You’re really not hot?”

“Whoa…I just got really lightheaded.”

“I need to sit down.”

“Did you bring any water with you? I left mine in the car…”

“I feel like I’m swaying…”

Caretaker

“Are you okay? You don’t look so good.”

“Do you wanna find somewhere to sit?”

“Holy shit, you’re sweating buckets.”

“Could you stop leaning on me? You’re not the only one suffering from this heat.”

“Stay here, I’ll get you some water.”

“Whoa, please don’t pass out on me.”

“I told you to bring your water bottle. Here, you can have some of mine.”

“Just hold onto me. Steady yourself.”

Both

“I think I’m gonna pass out.” “You’re so dramatic.” “I’m not joking.”

“We can go inside to escape the heat?” “I don’t think I’m gonna make it to the door.”

“I feel like I’m gonna faint.” “That’s normal at first. Your body just isn’t used to the exercise. You’ll get better.” “No…something’s wrong.”

“Holy crap…I’ve never seen you chug anything like that before.” “Yeah and somehow I’m still thirsty.”

“Catch me.” “What? A?!”

“B…?” “It’s okay. I’ve got you. You passed out.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well?” “I didn’t wanna complain…” “A, if you feel like you’re going to pass out onto the concrete, you have permission to complain.”

#asks #honey prompts #fainting #overheating #fainting prompts #fever #??#perhaps

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writing-for-whoever-listens · 1 year

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Valentine's OTP Prompts 10:

"I have some questions that I'm not going to ask. Except for the obvious are you okay?" "No, thanks for asking."

"Can I sit here?" "No." "Okay, how about here?" "That's my lap." "Yes or no, you prick."

"Why are you tracing my fingers?" "Because they're very pretty."

"Do I look okay in this? I feel kind of ridiculous." "The only ridiculous you are is ridiculously gorgeous."

"Have we ever done anything romantic?" "I find laying atop each other watching shit TV very romantic."

"Can you call my phone?" "Oh, sure." "Thanks-" *Friends Don't Kiss Friends blares*

"I think there's only one bed..." "Damn, fanfiction has taught me way too much about this scenario."

"Sorry to bother you, but can I sleep here with you?" "Wha? Why?" "The heat cut off and I can't feel my limbs."

"It's so dreary outside." "Then let's make it sunny inside!"

"Love is like a drug, and I'm not an addict." "Sure. I totally believe you."

#writers on tumblr #writing prompts #writing #my prompts #prompt list #prompts #conversation prompts #dialogue prompts #otp prompts #sentence prompts #valentine's otp prompts #otp prompt

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seanfalco · 1 year

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Keep Y’Warm

Nathan Young x f!Reader

Word Count: 1.3k Tags/Warnings: flirting, suggestive themes, pretty tame really Prompt: I decided to participate in @/yearoftheotpevent‘s Year of the OTP (except using reader inserts). For January’s prompt I chose ‘Snow’. a/n: Struggled with breaking out of some writer’s block, so I’m not sure how I feel about this one, but I’m glad I finished something.

“I can’t believe they’re makin’ us do our community service outside in this weather,” Nathan whined, half heartedly scraping his snow shovel through the wet slush that covered the sidewalk in front of the Community Centre. “Look, my trainers are already soaked through!” he cried, lifting a wet sneakered foot as evidence. “I can barely feel my toes!”

“Maybe you should’ve worn more weather appropriate attire,” Shaun drawled indifferently as he passed, a steaming cup of coffee in hand.

“Well maybe some of us don’t have weather appropriate attire!” Nathan countered, sneering at the back of the probation worker’s head.

Shaun paused as he opened the door. “That’s not my problem,” he shrugged, sparing a dry look for Nathan before pushing the door open with his shoulder and heading back into the warmth inside.

An incredulous scoff left Nathan’s mouth as he gaped after the man. “Fuckin’ prick!” he muttered, crouching down to grab a handful of wet snow and flinging it against the window in harmless retaliation.

“At least y’have a coat,” you muttered, huddling further in on yourself against the cold to keep your teeth from chattering. The thin long sleeved shirt you had on under your jumpsuit did little to protect from the icy wind that cut through you and threw heavy wet snowflakes in your face.

Nathan looked over at you, a frown pinching his brows. “Don’t’cha have one?”

“I do, but I left it at my stepmum’s. I didn’t think I’d need it yet,” you grumbled, blowing on your frozen hands in an attempt to thaw them somewhat.

Nathan’s frown deepened in thought for a moment. “C’mere,” he exclaimed, unzipping his coat.

At first you thought he was gunna offer it to you and you were about to protest, not wanting him to freeze either, until it became apparent he had something else in mind, holding his coat open for you and beckoning you over.

“Get in here.”

“I don’t think we’re both gunna fit,” you snorted, looking at him doubtfully.

“Will yeh shut it and just get over here? I’m losin’ th’rest of my body heat!”

Heaving a fond sigh, you did as he asked and moved closer, letting him wrap his arms and the sides of his coat around you. Almost instantly you felt warmth seep into you and you pressed your face against his chest, trying to get as close as possible. “Better?” Nathan asked, pulling back to get a look at you, a goofy grin on his face. “Yeah actually,” you replied, distracted by the snowflakes caught in his long lashes and the faint smell of his body spray. “Ugh, get a room,” Kelly muttered, rolling her eyes. “C’mon, let’s just get this done!” Alisha whined, interrupting the moment.

“Yeah, th’faster we get this done, th’sooner we get t’go back inside,” Curtis added, attacking the pile of snow in front of him with renewed vigour.

Instead of freeing you, Nathan simply picked up his snow shovel and shrugged. “This might be a bit awkward, but at least we’ll be warm,” he chuckled, his breath fanning warmly against your cheek. “I’m not lettin’ y’freeze on my watch,” he exclaimed, and you shuffled backwards as he attempted to continue clearing the sidewalk, smiling to yourself.

With every movement, however, you were reminded of just how close you were, hyper aware of his body pressed up against yours.

“Nathan!” Kelly groaned, her expression contorting in disgust as she passed, clearly overhearing his thoughts. “You’re disgustin’!”

“What? I can’t help it!” he laughed, carefully avoiding your curious look.

By the time the walk was clear–no thanks to you and Nathan, who mostly goofed off–and Simon had spread a layer of salt down, your cheeks and nose were flushed from the cold, and even Nathan’s coat wasn’t doing much to protect you any longer.

“C’mon, let’s get back inside,” you exclaimed impatiently, wriggling your toes uselessly in your sneakers.

“Don’t hafta tell me twice,” Nathan huffed, finally freeing you from his jacket and you all hurried inside to warm up.

Hastily toeing off your wet trainers as soon as you hit the locker room, you shucked your jumpsuit and hung it in your locker to let the sopping legs drip dry while Nathan plopped down on the locker room floor to pull his shoes off.

“I think there’s somethin’ wrong with my toes!” he cried, stripping his soaked socks off. “Look they’re turnin’ white and I can’t feel ‘em!”

“Sounds like th’beginning stage of frostbite,” Simon observed, leaning over from his locker to get a better look.

“Frost bite!?” Nathan yelped, his head whipping up frantically. “Are my toes gunna fall off?” he cried, gesturing wildly toward his bare feet.

“They might,” Simon murmured, wearing a tiny mischievous grin.

“Not if we get them thawed out,” you interjected quickly, throwing Simon a dirty look as you passed him, grabbing Nathan by the arm and hauling him to his feet. “C’mon,” you urged, dragging him to one of the shower stalls across the room and yanking the curtain shut behind you.

“Get th’hot water on!” Nathan whined, twisting the faucet handle all the way to hot.

“No, wait!” you yelped, smacking his hand way to dial it back. “We only want luke warm.”

“But I’m freezin’!” Nathan countered, pouting at you as the water spluttered on.

“If you go to hot too fast, you’ll scald yourself and not even feel it,” you explained.

Nathan frowned, taking your words in with a grain of skepticism. “Alright, fine!” he finally cried, unzipping his coveralls.

“Here lemme help y’with that,” you murmured, reaching out to grab hold of his arms to stabilize him as he shrugged out of the top half of his jumpsuit.

“Your hands are like ice!” he yelped and you couldn’t help but snort in amusement.

“Yeah, no shit! I’m just as cold as you are!” you countered, reaching out to feel the temperature of the water. “Okay, I think that’s good t’thaw out with and then we can crank up th’heat some more,” you murmured.

Nathan nodded, shedding the orange jumpsuit completely and sticking his feet under the stream of warmish water. “I’m never opposed t’turnin’ up th’heat,” he joked, giving you a cheeky grin.

“You’re such a flirt,” you chuckled, shaking your head ruefully before stripping the rest of your undergarments off while Nathan’s back was turned.

After a few minutes, his feet seemed to return to a normal pinkish colour, but when he turned to tell you he could feel his toes again, his gaze fell to your bare chest and the words died on his tongue.

“Well, hello there! If it isn’t my favourite girls! When did this happen?” he asked, unable to tear his eyes away as he pulled you into his arms.

Grinning, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders as the water rolled over you, pressing your chest against his, just as you had earlier when he’d wrapped you in his coat, except now there were considerably fewer layers between you.

“Wanna tell me what you were thinkin’ bout earlier that Kelly overheard?” you asked, glancing up at him, the water plastering his curls to his head.

Nathan’s chapped lips pulled into a smirk at the thought and he shifted against you, his cock slowly stirring in response, pressing against your hip. “It had somethin’ t’do with wishin’ we were wearin’ less…” he replied, his gaze flicking over your face. “Kinda like we are right now.”

“Look’s like y’got your wish,” you murmured, arousal tingling through you to pool low in your gut and between your legs.

“Will y’look at that,” Nathan teased lightly, though his voice had turned husky. “Would y’like t’know what else I was thinkin’ about?” he asked, dangling the implication tantalizingly before you, his chest rising and falling against yours with each breath he took waiting for your answer while the water trickled down your bodies, warm seeping into you.

“I think I’d rather you show me.”

@super-unpredictable98 @salvador-daley @elliethesuperfruitlover @firstpersonnarrator

#misfits #nathan young #nathan young x reader #misfits fic #robert sheehan character fic #joz.fic #year of the otp 2023

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thatwritingho · 7 months

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Kloktober Day 1

Favorite Character or OTP

My favorite character is half of my OTP, so both!

Pairing: Relish! Which is Pickles the Drummer and Olive Axworthy, my OC. get it, because pickle and olive relish, hahaha

Rating: SFW, only mildly suggestive moments

Summary: Pickles makes a miscalculation when planning a date with Olive. Luckily, he thinks of a better plan, and so they ditch the fancy restaurant they both hated to relocate.

What a perfect night for a cemetery date.

It was beautiful.

Glittering crystal chandeliers, polished marble floors, spotless white tablecloths, and a bouquet of fresh flowers in the center of their private, tucked away table with a gorgeous view of the city, shielded by a wall of live greenery.

It was beautiful.

And Olive looked absolutely miserable.

Gorgeous, in a black velvet dress that slit up to her hip and gave her immaculate cleavage, showing off both her sleeve and thigh tattoo. Her wild curls were more tamed than usual, her makeup dark and stunning. Around her neck hung the anatomically correct heart pendant he gifted her. Silver glinted from each of her ear piercings, bracelets dangled from her wrists, rings covered her fingers, her nails shone black and pointed.

She was gorgeous, stunning, breathtaking… but still miserable, all the same.

As Olive finished the last bite of her dessert, Pickles gulped down the rest of his wine, bracing himself.

"Everythin' okee, babe?"

Dark eyes flit up to meet green, and she shrugged.

"Yeah. Everything's fine."

The raising of a single pierced brow was all it took, and she sighed, teething at her tongue ring.

"It's just. Y'know…." she gestured around with her eyes.

"What?"

“This place, it’s just…”

“Yeah?”

“...fancy.”

“Is dat a bad thing?”

Olive shrugged, “I mean, like, objectively, no.”

“Okee… And, uh, not objectively?”

“Subjectively?” sighing, she chewed at her lip, glancing around, “It’s just. Not really my thing.”

Pickles nodded, staring at her as he considered how to turn this date around. Where could they go now that she would like? Hell, where did she even like to go? It was too late for a museum or a bookstore, they were too dressed up to go break into some abandoned building or walk in a park. Where was he gonna take her, a fucking mausoleum?

Oh.

Duh.

Grin curling up his lips, Pickles stood, carelessly tossing some cash from his wallet down onto the table, "Well what the hell're we doin' here, den? Let's get outta this place."

Smiling, Olive placed her hand in his offered one, standing to follow him to the limo. She snorted when Pickles insisted on opening the door for her, but thanked him anyway, waiting inside as he whispered something to the driver before joining her. The ride was largely uneventful, save for Pickles slipping down the straps of Olive's dress to snort a line or two or five off her tits.

When it finally rolled to a stop, Olive pried her lips from Pickles', peering out the tinted windows as a large grin took over her face. As she turned back to him, dark eyes sparkling, face lit up in childish delight, and asked "Really?!" with more excitement in her voice than he had ever heard, Pickles felt his stomach flip, heat rushing to his face as his mouth went dry.

"Y-yeah, dood."

Lips pressed to his cheek in a soft, sweet kiss, and Olive bumped the tip of her nose to his.

"Thank you."

Before he had a chance to respond, she gripped his hand and nearly drug him from the limo, but Pickles managed to grab the doorframe, stopping just in time.

"Whoah, dood, hang ahn! Jeezus, the skeletons aren't going anywhere!"

Pickles rummaged back inside, Olive pulling a face when he returned, a pierced brow raising in question.

"What?"

"Is there anything other than champagne?"

Pickles gave her an incredulous look.

"...yew don't like champagne?"

"No."

"...okee. Well, there's a '78 Giacomo Conterno Monfortino or a '96 Domaine Leroy Romanée-Saint-Vivant Grand Cru in dere, too, if yah want one of those instead."

"I have no idea what that means."

Pickles grinned at her blank face, "Ones a barolo, ones a pinot noir."

"...I still don't know what that means. It's just wine. Whatever is fine, it all tastes the same, anyway."

The grin fell from his face at her words, replaced with an expression of shock, disbelief, and mild horror.

"Babe, yew… yew don't actually mean dat, right?"

Olive shrugged.

"Yeah. I mean, aside from the color difference, it all just tastes like wine."

Shell shocked, Pickles swapped the bottle of champagne out for the ten-thousand dollar bottle of wine, the knowledge that it would be absolutely wasted on her beginning to set in.

It just tastes like wine.

Jesus Christ.

He needed to take her to a wine tasting yesterday.

Shaking it off, Pickles slung his arm over Olive's shoulders as they walked through the gates of the cemetery, glancing around at the fog hanging low on the ground, the murder of crows cawing and pecking amongst the headstones nearby as they meandered along the path, the clack of Olive's heels loud in the chilled air. A gentle breeze sent her curls dancing, swaying and rustling the leaves left clinging on the skeletons of trees, an owl hooting somewhere off in the distance.

What a perfect night for a cemetery date.

The moon shone bright behind the sparse, wispy clouds, lighting up her face, her happy, relaxed expression such a stark contrast to the one worn at dinner he could hardly reconcile the two.

"Wanna know somethin'?"

"Hm?"

Pickles leaned in close, whispering, "I fuckin' hate fancy restaurants, too."

Olive laughed, loud and sudden and so hard she snorted, slapping a hand over her mouth as Pickles laughed at her, the both continuing to giggle at each other as the conversation continued.

"Then why did we go!"

"I don't know, dood! A fancy dinner, dats, like, the date!"

"Yeah, but it sucks!"

"Yer tellin' me! Gahd, got all dressed up in dis stupid suit fer nothin'."

Pickles tugged at his already loosened tie as Olive laughed harder, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt

"Yew look hot as hell, though. 'least dere's dat."

Heat flushed to her face at the compliment, and she smiled, biting her lip as Pickles grinned his crooked grin at her.

"Oh, hey," Pickles grabbed her elbow, steering her to the side, "We're here."

Raising a brow as Pickles veered off path, Olive pauses to slip off her heels before following him barefoot amongst the graves, the ground cold and dew-damp on her feet. At the base of a tall, wide, old oak tree, Pickles plopped down in the grass, half-sitting half-laying against it's base.

Grinning up at her, he pat his lap in invitation, "Saved a seat jest fer yew, baby. Best one in da whole house."

Her deadpan made him laugh, and Olive rolled her eyes with a fond smile before dropping down. Freckled arms wrapped securely around her as she curled up in his lap, finger tips ghosting along her arm to raise goosebumps.

The two passed the bottle of wine back and forth, chatting here and there.

"Hey."

Lifting her head from his chest, Olive was met with lips on hers, tasting of wine and weed and cigarettes. His hand gently cupped her face, thumb caressing over her cheek as their lips met time and again, Pickles relishing the way Olive melted into him more and more with each press.

Parting his lips from her was no easy feat - it never was - but Pickles managed, bumping their noses as his eyes sought Olive's in the moonlight. Their breaths puffed and mixed between them, curls scented of wine forming to dance on the crisp night air.

Mouth curling into a crooked grin, Pickles kissed over to her ear and nipped, facial hair tickling with his next words, "Heh. Wanna go fuck ahn a grave?"

To be continued ;)

Thanks for reading, please let me know what you think!

If you'd like to read more of these two, check out Momento Mori, and Olive's Mtl OC Wiki page!!

#kloktober 2023 #kloktober #kloktober2023 #olive axworthy #pickles the drummer #metalocalypse #metalocalypse oc #mtl oc #metalocalypse fanfic #mtl fanfic #momento mori

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arkiwii · 6 months

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for the ask game: 8 (a quote that means a lot to you), 1 (the moment you started shipping your otp), and 17 (a worldbuilding aspect you have the greatest admiration for)

Fandom (8)

I can't just not quote my favorite quote from NoriZC's scrappaper collection on Saria and Silence's arts; "Because grass and rocks always complement each other over time." It's just beautiful, simple, it's peak, I love it. But it's not in the game or canon so let's throw it away

I really like Frostnova's song, Lullaby - and my favorite quote in this song is "In your dream, in your dream, are you seeing formidable adventures? How will you grow up, little one? Who will protect you?" (Unofficial translation but I like the wording better) It just. Speaks to me to a level I can't imagine. The fear of growing up, to be alone, to have to face the world and life by yourself

And if we don't count songs, a quote I LOVE from Reed's module's story: "Ever since, the fire never truly went out. It burned within (their) eyes, inside (their) heart, in the night of every festivity. [...] Slowly, (they) became used to the heat, to the scorching that stabbed through (their) body with each breath. (They) believed this undying flame would be with (them) for life, even chasing (them) in death. Until (they) received this present. (They) realizes, and it startles (them). So there were people who'd still try to put water on these raging flames." (I they/them Reed, apologizes) It's just beautiful I think, the metaphor of the fire as their pain, and people who cares about them, trying to put it out. It's beautiful

Fandom (1)

OK THIS IS FUN BECAUSE. The answer is before I ever started the game. A friend of mine showed me some characters, specifically Liberi, because they know I love birds SO MUCH. And they showed me Silence, I immediately fell in love with her design. So they told me a bit more about her, mostly how she had a child and was incredibly divorced from Saria. The thing is. I thought it was canon. Like that they REALLY were divorced, canonically. I simply got a lot of affection for these characters and aimed to get them in game, all together.

But if we speak about when I really really started to get into it, my very first ship fanart of Sariasil was done in March 19th this year, so like a month or two after I started the game? And oh god I never stopped drawing them since then

If anyone wonders, this is the first art I drew of them, I never posted it as it was done before creating this blog. Notice how my artstyle changed AHAH

Fandom (17)

Everything. No seriously, how am I supposed to pick only one.

There's many aspects I love but it's just, how all of them just answer to each other, how this world lives, outside of the main story, how everything is linked together and how the world move. I admire this as someone who tries to build a world for a story.

But if I have to pick one, I'd say the political stuff behind each faction. I suck at politics, so I admire this a lot. Arknights has been a huge inspiration for my own project, and I started to think more about politics in my own universe. Just like what I said above, each has consequences, each has influence, and that's how this world lives.

And most of all, each artist behind have their own part, they work together and create this world together, and that's beautiful to me

#arknights #stalkiwiart #olivia silence #saria #askiwi #ask game

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the-loveliest-lotus · 7 months

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Kloktober 2023: Day 1 - Favorite character or OTP

Dick Knubbler is my absolute favorite Metalocalypse character, and him together with my OC Lucy Skye Desmond is my favorite OTP (ship name is Rainbow Sunshine), so here's a little slice of them being disgustingly adorable together. 🖤 (The inspiration for Dick's jacket taken from this gorgeous drawing of him.)

Dick opened the door to the upstairs smoking balcony of the nightclub that they were at and held it for Lucy, who felt an immediate chill compared to the air inside. It was a brisk night in early March – not quite cold enough for frost to still be forming on everything, but cold enough that the air was biting. The nightclub was pretty lax in their rules about smoking weed; it was an unspoken rule that if people weren’t obnoxious about it then security would turn a blind eye to it, so Dick and Lucy always had a few pre-rolled joints with them when they came there to dance.

At first, Lucy didn’t mind the cold. The heat of the nightclub combined with their dancing and the party favors that they had taken was making her skin almost uncomfortably hot inside, even with how skimpy her outfit was and keeping up on drinking water.

Somewhere about a quarter of the way through smoking the joint though, the coldness caught up with her, and she shivered. Lucy gave Dick a look and he knew exactly what she wanted. “You do this every time, kitten,” he said, more amused than annoyed. Dick had had the wherewithal to grab his long fur lined coat before they went outside. Lucy, however, had opted to leave her coat inside with the Klokateer who was currently guarding their stuff.

She bit her lip and batted her lashes at him, “Please?”

Dick sighed and held the front of his coat open, looking at her with a raised eyebrow, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Lucy smiled a victorious little smile as she leaned in right against him, one arm around his back under the coat, and one hand near his chest with the joint. The jacket was pretty form fitting on him, but he did his best to maneuver it so that it was around her, and he used his arms to hold her close to him where it wasn’t covering her. She sighed softly and leaned her head against his shoulder, the boots she was wearing making her a little taller, but still not as tall as him. He smiled in spite of himself at her sigh and kissed her forehead before looking off at the skyline.

Lucy took another hit, and then held the joint up so that Dick could take a hit. After he exhaled, he asked, “Why don’t you ever grab your jacket?” Though, he had to admit to himself he never really minded getting this close to her.

Lucy laughed softly, “For a man who can literally look in two places at once, sometimes you’re really not that observant. I’m surprised you haven’t figured out by now that I do this just as an excuse to get cuddled up against you.”

He smiled affectionately at her, as if she even needed an excuse, “Sometimes you’re really adorable when you’re being devious.”

She smirked at him, “I’m always adorable.”

He thought, “She isn’t wrong about that.”

#kloktober2023 #metalocalypse #lucy skye desmond #dick knubbler #metalocalypse oc #mtl oc #rainbow sunshine #the wicker man mtl

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nozomijoestar · 2 months

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for the otp asks:

asulili: 1, 4, 6, 11, 14, 20, 30, 47, 50, and 58!

1: Who would end a heated argument by defending their actions with ‘because I love you!’ ?

Lili says it already but without actually saying the words Because I Love You, therefore it's Asuka who in her anger and frustration blurts out Because I Love You directly without thinking just pure emotional outburst surprising even herself; despite how blunt she normally is she still shrouds her real feelings about anything so being vulnerable in her anger to express genuine concern for someone instead of using it only as a weapon and blanket over having to think catches her off guard

4: Which one is more protective? Who needs to be ‘protected’?

Easiest answer on planet earth it's Lili needing Asuka's protection which we know because she said so for her SF x T characterization and Asuka just went along with it and IS STILL going along with it in 8 because of fighting together with her and approving of Shaheen saving Lili's life. Asuka acts like it's not a huge deal but inside based on her actions it's obvious she thinks of her, I feel she knows Lili could handle herself but worries about if Lili ever gets too in over her head against something she can't win against or is gonna do or get herself into something stupid, Asuka can't help but tell her off or nudge her otherwise in order to protect her- if she doesn't outright fight to defend her physically. (Also Lili calling her My Dear...hehe...hoo hoo...Faggot)

AND ALSO THIS, THIS ENTIRE EXCHANGE

AND THIS- THE

6: Who would beg the other not to leave? Who has to leave to protect the other?

LILIIIII LILI IS SUCH A BABY ABOUT PEOPLE LEAVING HER IF SHE DOESN'T WANT THEM TO, in my heart

She gets to come and leave as she chooses with some exceptions and not say anything to the other person while she's gone if she doesn't feel like it, but if you do that to her or have to go off into something serious by yourself she becomes a sensitive mess complete with petty arguing, crying, whining, depressed sulking, and wanting to squeeze in even more time with Asuka, as if it'll stall them separating. It annoys Asuka but I think she's smart enough to know or guess where the behavior is coming from, so she can't genuinely get mad because it only shows how much she'll be missed.

As for why Asuka would leave Lili behind in the first place for Lili's safety there's many scenarios but the most obvious one would be not wanting Lili to get killed if she gets in the way of Mishima's or something else threatening home or the world again. Like if there's something only Asuka can do in that kind of fight where Lili's money and skills have ran their course so anymore Lili's just in danger, then Asuka would rather do it herself and not get that ojou killed. Which is so funny because of Lili stopping Asuka from getting killed by Devil Kaz in 8 : ).

11: Do either try to hide their emotions if upset? Can the other still tell?

Both. Asuka is always angry but the puzzle is figuring out why she's actually upset underneath what she's shouting about and how she says it. I feel like most of the time she's direct about what's upsetting her but other times she's upset at something only to take her anger out on it rather than say the real thing that bothers her. Then when she gets sarcastic and so mad she'd rather argue than make a point or when her own body starts spacing out or bouncing her leg or tensing very tightly those are other signs. If you get her to confess the real reason she's upset you make her vulnerable and she doesn't know how to handle that beyond giving up the tough dog persona.

Lili is always hiding her true feelings by omission or double speak. And if she's not trying to throw you off by denying things or twisting them to sound like something else or saying nothing more about an emotion at all, then she's doing the same with her face. She's always had those expressions that to me look like she's silently acknowledging something difficult she doesn't want to comment on under this guise of seeming cool and composed, as if she isn't fazed despite her other actions saying otherwise.

Despite this after being around each other enough I think they'd quickly get used to picking up on the other's tells. They'd blame it on their "fighter's instincts" to notice the details of another person before they could finally admit with enough pressure that it's because they care.

14: How do their personalities compliment each other? How do they clash?

I covered this at length in their essays but the short answer is Asuka hides all her thoughts and real emotions under rage and antagonistic behavior she directs towards people she knows she can (by and large) get away with hurting like the delinquents. She denies everything lashing out in order to feel strong. To feel in control.

Lili also wants control and has the same blood thirst but is much clearer about expressing it. She'll hide her vulnerability by denying it yet still makes it obvious in words and actions. She's honest about the things she expects and her intentions even if she's not always emotionally honest. She also directs her anger towards specific people and if she does fight outside of that anger it's purely to sate her hunger.

Despite Asuka looking like the straightforward airhead at first glance it's actually Lili who's the naive airhead trying too hard to seem like a cool adult.

One hides their vulnerability under a blinding wrath, the other hides it by feigning distance. Both use these as a means of feeling control. But because their differing styles on feeling in control prevent them from directly expressing the vulnerability they insist on hiding, they clash in misunderstandings and lost communication. Until they both but particularly Asuka finally become more accepting in 8.

20: Choose one song that perfectly describes their relationship.

Just ONE song- ok Life Is Like A Boat by Rie Fu

30: Your OTP gets to pick out each other’s outfits; what is each wearing?

Lili makes Asuka a custom Lolita fashion dress like she teased she would in the character episode fights. It's a one time occurrence and specifically made to everything Lili has noticed and thinks fits Asuka instead of a direct copy of what Lili prefers.

So while it would be Lolita style I think it's toned down and simple silhouette and cuts with elements of a gi for the top with small ruffles where the crease on a gi collar would be. It's not actually ridiculously embarrassing and flamboyant, but Asuka is still embarrassed a bit because it's Lolita style in the first place. But I think the more she gets used to it and sees the touches Lili included to still make it very Asuka, she appreciates it more.

Lili gets her own aikido gi and hakama like Asuka does, but instead of assuming the design she asks Lili directly what she might want on it including throwing in Yūzen dyeing which she doesn't tell Lili about but includes to make it fancier, which she thinks is something that'll best impress and fit on a rich girl. (Yūzenzome is also on Asuka's new gi, hakama, and headband in 8 which makes me wonder where she got the money for that if it's not a family heirloom)

Otherwise, Lili has to wear whatever random combinations of casual street wear Asuka insists make sense despite the fact the flow and silhouette is all over the place (have you seen how she dresses herself across some of the defaults lol, if it's not a uniform girl just gives up)

47: Does either of them have a secret that could potentially ruin their relationship?

No, I think everything is very what you see is what you get with them. They just keep doing the back and forth fighting and teaming up sometimes when they have a common goal, they tease and get along outside of that now, and whatever they have to resolve by talking is exactly that- things they can resolve by talking. I don't think either of them has any sinister secret because they just spend time with each other that's the goal.

50: Who’s more likely to do something out of spite?

Asuka. Lili is always clear ( especially in her own mind) about when she's fucking with Asuka and is very much playing because she never threatens Asuka or her life (like she did to Lars) nor does she go back on a promise when Asuka asks something of her (like keeping her word about reverting the dojo in 8) and she also doesn't overstay her welcome outside however long each incident lasts, but unfortunately I don't think she realizes her version of playing around can look like malicious pestering to anyone else.

So while Lili plays around with Asuka in the sense of doing something ridiculous it's not spiteful it's her idea of teasing and theatrical expression for what she's feeling. It's more annoying and attention seeking than it is anything specifically designed to inflict psychological torture or a personal attack without mercy or limits.

She also never fights to actually hurt or disable Asuka. You want to see angry spiteful Lili look at her relationship to Jin before 8 and even during 8 though she talks to him it's strictly business or taunting in tone when she offered her jet.

Asuka on the other hand is constantly easy to anger and provoke even at times when she wants to control it first. It's much more likely she can genuinely snap or feel like she should punish someone to try and soothe out the anger they've "earned" in her view. Which are things she's done across the games multiple times now to her own detriment.

She's very retaliatory in games prior to 8, but in 8 she seems a bit calmer now finding it easier to move on and accept situations, and more sarcastic than outright rage and simmering her temper just below the skin.

58: Who’s more likely to hold a grudge after an argument?

Lili. Every conflict Asuka has been involved in across the games so far she treats it like she's upset for a while but then eventually when she can't resolve the anger with fighting she lets it go or puts it aside to not talk or think hard about it so she can get on with her normal life back home.

Asuka acts like she compartmentalizes in order to keep order and rationalize so she doesn't go completely crazy. But that also gives the impression she has no interest in really dealing with her emotions letting them compress and compress somewhere in her by denying them.

Lili on the other hand clearly ruminates a lot on everything, be it about her father and all her plans to "help" him, her attempts to hide fighting from him as she plans out how to jet around and fight strangers. She ruminates a lot on Asuka because she thought about her in 6 with Lars then went to go see her in the endings. She's spent months of training according to her 8 character episode specializing in ways to counter Asuka's fighting style and so on.

I think she feels lingering resentment toward Jin too based on how clipped and minimally she interacted with him in 8 despite being his "ally". She does nothing to get along with him as a human being or acknowledges him at all besides being a dispenser of facts and orders. The most sympathetic expression she gives him is when telling him his mother disappeared but it barely lasts a moment. She's drastically minimal with him which would only make sense if she does still hold resentment (though it could also just be the bad writing where her only purpose was more exposition)

Where Asuka stuffs things away and dismisses it to not think about it too hard, Lili gets consumed by her thoughts, thus all her plans and schemes to "fix" every problem she sees in herself or that is relevant to her.

#tekken #asulili

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emeyuko · 1 year

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This is kinda related to my last Yosuke post but i 99% believe the root of his problems comes from self-esteem issues, yes, he was bored of inaba bc of nothing to do and being badly treated AND his crush was death, but i believe this was mostly an step for his shadow to manifest after everything, and even so, his shadow wasn't that related about Konishi herself

You act happy and carefree to hide the fact that you are afraid of being alone

That's the thing, he believes people may see him the way he sees himself, that's what he's ashamed of, he believes he's not likeable and that acting like the usual happy clown will help to improve his likeableness. He has no one to show how he really is, bc he's afraid people may leave him

There's also his childish desire of wanting to be a hero, that i do believe, it's related to him wanting people around him to be happy and not bothered by his existence.

Something i realized too, is how the other shadows's talk in a way that is more "me, me, me"

Meanwhile Yosuke's shadow is different

"you, you, you" his shadow constanly talks about "he" not "himself", maybe i am being a nitckiper, but i do believe the thing of his shadow is that kinda represents how he's very self-aware of himself to the point of mocking himself for the smallest things, constanly show by his self-hatred humour or his pov thoughts in arena (even tho i am not the biggest fan of that game but let's not get into that)

And let's not count how he always avoid talking about his own shadow and only opens up about it to Yu, like if he felt, like Yu is the only person that would never abandon him no matter what

He even is unable to stand up on his own in his social link when he's badly treated by some girls that only talks to him when he wants something from him in the job. Until you don't stand up, he doesn't stands up neither

Soooo, in conclusion:

Abandonement issues? Self-esteem issues

Attached to some girl that didn't even liked him? Self-esteem issues

Unable to open up to his own friends? Self-esteem issues

Believes he's a pain in the ass? Self-esteem issues

Probably projecting onto kanji? Self-esteem issues

Unable to say something to girls that were treating him badly in his social link until you stand up and didn't even feel good afterwards? Self-esteem issues

His character is about self-esteem issues damnit

#yosuke hanamura #souyo #otp: my heat inside #a little of souyo why not #tbh the shame with Yosuke's character #is how he never stops his self hatred #in the og game #sadge

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NCIS: Los Angeles Season 14 Rewatch: “Flesh & Blood”

The basics: Investigate a Navy wife fleeing the scene of her husband’s murder.

Written by: Chad Mazero co-wrote “Internal Affairs”, “Revenge Deferred”, “Where Everybody Knows Your Name”, “The Noble Maidens” and “Pandora’s Box”. Wrote “Tidings We Bring”, “Can I Get a Witness”, “All Is Bright”, “Diamond in the Rough”, “High Society”, “Murder of Crows”, "Overdue" and "Sorry for Your Loss".

Directed by: Daniela Ruah directed “Russia, Russia, Russia”, “Lost Sailor Down”, “Pandora’s Box” (co-written by Chad Mazero) and “Live Free or Die Standing”.

Guest stars of note: Pamela Reed returns from season 11’s “High Society” as Roberta Deeks, Bar Paly returns from “Of Value” as Anastasia “Anna” Kolcheck, Natalia Del Riego is back from “Game of Drones” as Rosa Reyes, Kavi Ramachandran Ladnier is back from the previous episode “Dead Stick” as NCIS Reserve Agent Shyla Dahr, Marnee Carpenter as Alice Morgan, Lauren "Lolo" Spencer as Ella and Rif Hutton as Navy Commander Albert Burns

Our heroes: Work with an abused wife to find some explosives while working through some home issues.

What important things did we learn about:

Callen: Waiting for Hetty to get married. Sam: Worried that Callen is avoiding getting married. Kensi: Feels like she’s not prepared for motherhood. Deeks: Bad baseball game in June of 1990. Fatima: Absent. Rountree: Looking to put his Beale bucks to good use. Kilbride: Not pleased with Deeks’s attitude about the Navy spousal abuse response.

What not so important things did we learn about:

Callen: Orphan. Sam: Once again looking for a caretaker for Raymond. Kensi: Hanging with Bertie, buying cleats with Rosa at the mall and negotiating teen angst. Deeks: Owes Kensi for hanging with Bertie. Fatima: Not around. Rountree: Called “Shark Tank” by Shyla. Kilbride: Not pleased with the Navy’s spousal abuse response in the cut scenes.

Where in the world is Henrietta Lange? Don’t know but Anna wants her found so she can marry Callen.

Who's down with OTP: Anna and Callen are trying to negotiate their way around a wedding date. Kensi and Deeks are trying to negotiate their way around Bertie.

Who's down with BrOTP: With the teams mixing and matching all episode, not a lot of BrOTP time but Shyla worked well with all.

Fashion review: Callen starts the episode in a black running shirt and black shorts. Wears a button down medium blue shirt for the rest of the episode. Sam has a wine colored long-sleeve tee-shirt. Kensi is in a white tee-shirt with thin blue stripes. Cornflower blue long-sleeve tee for Deeks. Rountree is wearing a light brown long-sleeve tee. Kilbride is in his civilian uniform with a medium blue three-piece suit, pale blue dress-shirt, blue tie.

Music: Not today.

Any notable cut scene: Finally! As Rountree is packing up for the day, Shyla asks him if he wants to go out for some tacos. He can’t – he’s meeting with his friend David Packer about his investment money. Shyla asks him not to. Understanding that she may be overstepping, she knows Rountree has a real fire inside after what happened with Jordyn and the LAPD. The person Rountree needs to invest in is himself.

As they leave, Sam is find a caretaker for his Dad. The Admiral says that gets Sam a good night’s sleep. The Admiral also thinks Alice Morgan deserved better. The Admiral thinks maybe they should blow up the whole damn book on abuse cases. Then promises to if Sam tells anyone he said that, the Admiral would make sure Sam didn’t get a good night’s sleep ever again.

Quote: Deeks: So it's, uh... June 30, 1990. And my mom decides she wants to take me to watch the Dodgers play the Cardinals. And I will never forget that day.” Alice: “I don't care about sports.” Deeks: “That's funny, 'cause I don't care about sports either. No, the reason I remember it is because it was so hot. Like, L.A. had been coming off this massive heat wave and I can still see the ice cream cone melting as it's being passed down the row.” Alice: “Now you want to talk about weather?” Deeks: “Actually, I do, because...that is the other thing that I can still see from that day, is my mom. And she's sitting next to me in this 90-degree heat, except for the fact that she is wearing...she's wearing jeans and a long-sleeve turtleneck. And she was covered up like that the whole entire summer. Not that it matters, because she couldn't cover the bruises on her face.” Alice: “Did he spare you, at least?” Deeks: “No. I mean, but I was a kid, right? Kids are supposed to have bruises. I'd just tell the teachers that, um...I got another fight in the playground. What do you tell people?” Alice: “I don't have anyone left to tell. He made me push everyone away.” Deeks: “Yeah, they do that.”

Runner up: Rountree: “Was all that true? About your dad?” Deeks: “Every word of it.”

Anything else: At night in a suburban neighborhood, a woman is frantically packing her things. She gets a phone call from her father and tries to blow him off. Seeing her in a mirror, her clothes are covered with blood. Her father is recommending a Tom Hanks movie as she is trying to get him off the phone. She tells her father she loves him as she tries to leave the house. A man’s dead body is making it hard to open the door. But she succeeds.

Callen arrives home with two smoothies. He’s worn out which surprises Anna. She ran for six-miles, he “bailed” after two. Since the bagel place didn’t have bagels, he brought smoothies. Anna wanted bagels before her job interview that day. She also wants to pick a wedding date. Every time of the year Anna mentions, Callen has a reason not to get married at that time. She offers him an out when it comes to getting married. He wants to get married, Callen assures her, just find the right time to do it.

At the Blye-Deeks home, everyone is running around as the day starts. Rosa is missing her backpack. When Kensi tosses it, Deeks walks right into the tossed backpack. Rosa and Deeks review her latest assignment as they hustle to leave. Deeks gets a phone call – it’s Bertie. She’s been on the road for six months of “eat, pray and loving” her way across the country. Deeks thinks this is all TMI. After seeing “Nomadland”, Bertie rented out her apartment so she is going to crash at the Blye-Deeks residence. She needs someone to be there to let her in. Rosa really needs to leave for school so they are going to figure something out.

Walking near the gym, Shyla hears Rountree working out and quoting “300”. He’s working on an ancient martial arts technique to strengthen his grip and arms. When Rountree gets a text, he asks Shyla to look at his phone – they could have a case. Instead, Rountree has a text from “Packer” who is talking about his pants being on fire. Packer is a friend of Rountree’s from Quantico. Packer is starting a clothing line and Rountree is a possible investor. He’s looking to grow some of the money Eric left them all last year. After what happened to Rountree and Jordyn, he's looking to invest that money into a growing business. Shyla would have taken the Eric money and spent some time in Tokyo.

Sam has a call and so does the Admiral. Both are unhappy with their calls. Sam lost another caretaker for Raymond, NCIS is making Kilbride go through another round of approvals for expenses. Cranky men in Ops alert.

The Admiral looks around an empty Ops and wonders where is everyone. On the screen is the dead man blocking the door from the opening scenes. He is Lt. Jeff Morgan, an intelligence officer working out of a DoD Task Force. Morgan was stabbed several times. There are real concerns because Morgan was part of a team developing software to integrate intelligence gathered by all branches of the armed services. If an outsider or foreign government got access to that software, they’d have access all U.S. military intelligence. Sam asks if there are any suspects – China, Russia, Iran or Alice Morgan, Jeff’s wife. She’s was seen leaving the house at the estimated time of death.

In the office driveway, Kensi and Deeks are arguing about who is going to help Bertie unpack. Deeks is owed a favor by Kensi and he’s calling it in. She’s not interested in helping unpack all of Mama Deeks’s Michael Bublé fannish things. Besides, Deeks should help his mother. Callen arrives but isn’t interested in hearing any of this – he’s an orphan. Deeks says that funny, Callen doesn’t agree.

Sam joins the trio, the most we’ve seen of this foursome together in a while. He's been working since 8AM and everyone else just arrived. Callen and Sam are off to the boatshed to meet with Morgan’s CO, Sam would like Kensi and Deeks to join Rountree at the crime scene. Sighing Kensi mentions she has some accrued leave Kilbride wants her to take so she’ll help Roberta, get Rosa from school and Rosa can meet Bertie. Deeks tells Kensi he owes her.

At the house Morgan household, Rountree found a locked laptop – Shyla is getting a warrant to get in. Deeks is looking through some magazines while Rountree picks up the Morgans’s mail. One magazine has expensive furniture. Speaking of money, LAPD found a Rolex on Morgan’s wrist and a Lexus in the garage – this wasn’t a robbery gone bad. Rountree is confused – a junior officer like Morgan doesn’t make Rolex money.

Deeks flips through Morgan’s credit card bills – they are big. Since Alice Morgan didn’t have a job, the only way they could afford their lifestyle was if Jeff Morgan was selling military secrets. Deeks sees that the credit card bills include electronic toll charges – an EZ Pass. They can find Alice Morgan’s location that way.

In the boat shed, Morgan’s CO, Commander Burns, is not thrilled to be there. There are cellphones for meetings like this. He should be in his office dealing with the fallout from the tragedy of Morgan being killed and not sitting in the boatshed – a “Bubba Gump’s”.

Sam asks about the software. According to Burns, it tracks everything from emails between intelligence offices to weapons and ordnance use and supplies. Morgan was doing data analytics for the team but a month ago, he started visiting weapon manufacturers to make sure their software would work the with military’s new software. Burns really didn’t have much of an opinion of Morgan except he was a good kid. With hundreds of men under his command, he really didn’t know much about him. He remembers Alice Morgan was quiet and unfriendly. Burns is done with Callen and Sam. He’ll answer any other questions by phone – he has work to do. Callen and Sam want to check into Morgan’s travel vouchers to see where he went and who he saw.

In Ops, Shyla was able to get into the locked laptop but most accounts were logged out. She was able to get into Alice Morgan’s text messages – the laptop and Alice’s phones were synced up. There was a confirmation code for a company called Home Connection – discrete vacation rentals. Shyla finds Alice Morgan booked a home on Larchmont an hour after she was seen leaving her home the night before.

In Larchmont, Rountree is really impressed with the area. Good investments homes, water views – Rountree is talking about investments when Deeks says “Alice Morgan” who he sees leaving the rental house. Rountree says “Alice Morgan” which has the same effect of yelling “federal agents” since Alice starts to run. After she throws a branch cutter at Deeks, Rountree gets her to stop as she’s climbing a fence. She is armed but surrenders.

In interrogation, Deeks is on the right side of the table while Rountree is in the corner. Deeks is rattling on about the “Chose Your Adventures” books when Rountree says they have witnesses who saw her flee the scene of a murder. Rountree and Deeks can sit with Alice in interrogation all day or they can help her. Alice wonders where they were six months ago when she asked for help. Deeks wants to know what happened six months ago. Alice says she talked and talked and talked and nobody wanted to help. She moves in her chair, making sure her jacket and long sleeves cover her arms. An obviously bothered Deeks wants to take a break. He’s getting everyone coffee.

Callen and Sam return to the office. Cheryl, Raymond’s latest caretaker who is very into birds according to Callen, quit when Raymond started talking about war pigeons. Mentioning that Raymond’s previous caretaker quit when he wouldn’t ride in her Mazda – Raymond likes American-made cars – Callen thinks Sam is avoiding the real issue. Sam loves this conversation because Callen is all about avoiding issues…like his wedding date. Sam is sure Anna will understand whatever is holding Callen back. The Admiral walks by – everyone to Ops.

Shyla tells an arriving Callen and Sam that Alice Morgan isn’t talking. Commander Burns sent over Morgan’s travel vouchers. Comparing the travel vouchers to Morgan’s EZ-Pass charges, “something is rotten in Denmark” according to Shyla. Morgan visited a number of companies that made high-grade military explosives. After every meeting, he would go someplace 20-miles past his home. Using Kaleidoscope, Morgan is seen driving into a storage facility in El Monte two-days before he was killed. Sam gets a call from the caretaker agency. He’s taking it outside of Ops.

Deeks returns alone to interrogation with a cup of coffee for Alice. He explains it is June 30, 1990 and his mother takes him to a Cardinals-Dodgers game. He remembers that day. Alice doesn’t care about sports. Deeks doesn’t either but he will always remember that day. It was so hot. Ice cream cones were melts as they were being passed down the row. Alice doesn’t want to talk about the weather either. Deeks does. Because all he really remembers from that day – his mother wearing jeans and a long-sleeve turtleneck. Not that it really mattered – she couldn’t cover the bruises on her face. She wore clothes like that for the entire summer.

Alice asks if “he” spared Deeks. Deeks says no but kids are supposed to have bruises. He would tell the teachers he was fighting in the playground. “What do you tell people?” Alice said she had nobody to tell. Her husband made her push everyone away. Deeks asks how long has the abuse been going on. Physically, Alice tells him, three-years. “Mentally, who knows.” She doesn’t have access to their bank account. Morgan controlled every part of her life.

Deeks asks if a few months ago, she told the Navy. There was a military hotline and she called. She didn’t hear back. She filed a report with the family advocacy center who told her they’d look into it. Deeks has to asks and understands if she did – did Alice kill her husband? She didn’t – she found him dead when she arrived home. What surprised Alice was even after everything he did, she tried to save him. It doesn’t surprise Deeks.

Deeks asks why did she run. Alice explains that her husband was a valuable asset to the military, “I’m not.” She was afraid her reports would be used as motive. She asks for a few minutes and Deeks agrees. As he’s leaving, she mentions that her husband would smell like motor oil after he returns from his business trips.

At home, Bertie is telling Rosa about skinny dipping at a Ramada Inn off the Strip in Vegas. Kensi isn’t thrilled. Rosa is really entertained. She would like to see Adele in Las Vegas, a friend has a condo and the family would let her use it. The friend, Tay, is from her calculus class and Bertie is down on calculus. With a disastrous marriage, three dead-end jobs and a brush with a pyramid scheme, she never used the Pythagorean theorem. That’s really geometry, Kensi notes but Rosa is in love. Bertie is the coolest. Since Rosa needs to soccer cleats, she asks Kensi to take her and Tay to the mall. Bertie moves on to a story about taking a sound bath behind a DQ in Marfa.

At a storage unit facility, Callen, now teamed up with Shyla, is brought to Jeff Morgan’s storage unit by the manager. The place was cleaned out but still smells like almonds and motor oil – explosives manufacturers put the scent into their product on purpose. Callen finds a small piece of C-4. Shyla doesn’t think Morgan was killed for the software, he was killed after using his access to these explosive manufacturers to procure some product. Callen worries about where the explosives are now.

The woman managing the storage unit place wants all the inside scoop if there is a dead body – she has a true crime podcast. Three men were removing boxes from the back of the storage facility when the woman started her shift. She doesn’t have access to the video surveillance, however, only her boss can do that. Shyla wants the woman to call her boss – they need the footage now. Shyla is also going to contact Commander Burns to figure out what is missing.

In Ops, Kilbride confirms that Alice Morgan contacted the military abuse hotlines to Deeks and Rountree in the boat shed. The people running the hotlines say they take all abuse complaints seriously but there wasn’t enough information to move it to NCIS. The Pentagon invested $1-billion to remedy this situation after past failures. Deeks wonders how much of that money could have been saved if this was a priority from the start. The Admiral is not pleased with Deeks’s statement. He says since Alice didn’t kill her husband, figure out if she knows who did and disconnects.

Looking at Deeks, Rountree asks how much of the story he told Alice was true. “Every word of it,” is Deeks’s reply.

Bertie finished doing laundry though Kensi out of the dryer sheets. Asking for Rosa, Kensi explains that she’s negotiating between Tay and a friend over a disagreement. She also tells Bertie that she doesn’t have to do laundry. Bertie missed doing the laundry. Kensi tries telling her mother-in-law that she and Deeks missed her but Bertie knows better.

Bertie also knows Kensi is feeling a bit overwhelmed by parenthood. Kensi notes that she’s not “technically” Rosa’s parent. Bertie asks Kensi if she loves Rosa and wants to keep her safe. Kensi does on both. Bertie follows up - does Kensi fear she isn’t doing enough even though she’s exhausted from doing too much. “Every single morning.” Bertie doesn’t care about “technically” – Kensi is Rosa’s parent. Kensi spent her entire NCIS career being one step ahead of everyone else. She thought she could do that with being a parent. She couldn’t.

Bertie offers some words of wisdom from her mother about being a parent – it’s like being pecked to death by a chicken. That’s not helpful.

Shyla has news for “Shark Tank” – Rountree. She’s sending video of the three men who took the explosives from the storage unit but the footage is awful. Rountree goes into interrogation to see if Alice knows any of the men. Alice recognizes one of the men – she met him at a wine festival. She remembers the date – it was her birthday. She thought he was doing something nice for her birthday. Obviously not. As Rountree goes to tell Shyla, Alice asks Deeks what happened to his father. Deeks tells her he shot him and two weeks later, he was in jail.

Callen and Shyla return to the office. She gets a call as she returns to Ops, Callen goes to see Sam in the bullpen. They are on a video call with Commander Burns. He assures Callen and Sam that he’s been working with ATF. 15 to 25 pounds of C-4 is missing with a lot of blasting caps and detonation cord. Callen asks abuse complaints about Morgan. Burns did not have enough evidence to move forward. Before Callen and Sam could press him, Shyla needs them in Ops. They quickly end the call but promise to call back.

In Ops, Shyla found Morgan had several bank account Alice Morgan knew nothing about. Several of them received $9,000 deposits in the prior week – a transaction amount just under the amount of money a bank would have to report to Feds. Met World Holdings sent the money. It is owned by an Ivan Parson, who looks like one of the man in grainy video. Met World Holdings is an import/export business – they move fine foods and fine wines. Parson is connected to extremist groups in Ireland, Germany and Indonesia.

The Admiral is looking for a sitrep. Met World Holdings has an unoccupied space in Hollywood. Deeks is getting Alice to a safe house so Callen, Sam and a seven-minutes out Rountree are at the unoccupied space. The Admiral reminds everyone that the job is to get back the explosives without blowing up a city block. The only way LA is going down in flames is if the Admiral has the match.

Callen and Sam move near the building. They can see some shelves of items and a man but he’s not Parsons. Going through the back door, Callen and Sam see Parsons. Sam throws a wine bottle to get one of the men’s attention. Sam quickly takes him out but makes enough noise to get Parsons and a minion to run. Callen tackles the friend but Parsons gets to his vehicle. An arriving Rountree stops him but Parsons throws his bag of explosives in the air and shoots them. That sends Rountree flying but Sam takes down Parsons with ease.

As Parsons is being taken away, Callen tells Sam and Rountree that Morgan wanted to back out of the deal but Parsons already paid for the explosives. Morgan was either scared or greedy. He also wasn’t as tough as he thought he was.

Deeks joins Bertie on the back porch. They share a couple of beers as Bertie asks if he got all the cats out of the trees. Deeks said he did his best. Deeks wants to talk about “Dad”. Bertie isn’t interested in her past. Deeks doesn’t think that’s fair – it is their past. He only wants to know how she made it through. “Vicodin and Sally Jessy Raphael,” is her answer. She doesn’t know.

Bertie explains that Deeks’s father took everything from the two of them, including the person Bertie used to be. But when he was gone, with Deeks’s help, she got that person back. She’s made a lot of mistakes since that in her life but it is her life. Deeks approves.

Kensi and Rosa join Deeks and Bertie on the patio. They’re just back from the mall. Rosa would like to visit San Francisco and Deeks is all in on that. Bertie invites herself – she knows a thruple up in Barstow that can rent then an RV. Deeks is horrified by his mother being in a thruple. Bertie assure him she’s not a part of the thruple, she just knows one.

Anna returns home. She thought they were going to dinner but Callen has a candles and some wine. He also got bagels. He loves Anna and he’d marry her tomorrow. When they get married, he wants to be surrounded by everyone that means everything to them. Arkady and Hetty are part of the package. Anna isn’t happy but Callen explains Hetty has been in his life from the beginning. He can’t get married without her. She has more of the story and he needs her to tell it. If he doesn’t do this, Hetty will always be the other person in the room. He doesn’t need a lot more time but Anna is giving him all the time he needs. She only asks the he tell the truth, even with it is hard, especially when it is hard. He promises he will.

What head canon can be formed from here: While the case of the week wasn’t much, that felt intentional. The guys who stole the explosives were plot points. They weren’t the typical bad guy – they were a bunch of dudes. The hour instead was about family relationships. It started with the Kolcheck-Callen and Blye-Deeks households, moved to Rountree talking about his sister, Sam with his father and then the case of the week.

This was a terrific Deeks episode. Light and goofy dad/husband at home, sad and serious with Alice and later with the Admiral, Rountree and Bertie. There should be a bonus for the person who decided Pamela Reed would work as Deeks’s mom. Just as light and goofy she could be in most of the episode, she was sad and serious near the end. That scene with them alone wasn’t just family, it was two survivors who built themselves the lives they enjoy.

For a program and an NCISVerse that is mostly pro-military, there was a real sense of disgust by Deeks and disappoint/disgust late in the episode by the Admiral over the handling of Alice’s abuse case.

Loved the explosion that sent Rountree flying – that’s the show I know and love.

Episode number: Episode 307 overall, the fifth episode of season 14.

#NCIS: Los Angeles Rewatch #NCIS: Los Angeles #NCIS: LA #NCIS Los Angeles #ncis la #Youtube

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bradshawsbaby · 2 years

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hannix 7 & 13 please ❤️❤️❤️

(Rainy day spent inside & “Are you cold?”)

It hardly ever rained in San Diego, so Phoenix supposed she shouldn’t begrudge the one day that it did. It was just unfortunate that the weather had decided to take a turn for the wet and miserable on a day when she and Hangman had off from work and had been planning to go out and do things for the day.

“Looks like we’re staying in today, Minx,” Hangman had whispered in her ear when he’d woken her up this morning, planting a kiss on her temple as he set down a steaming cup of coffee on her bedside table.

Phoenix had mumbled something incoherent in response, pulling the blankets over her head. Hangman had always been more of a morning person than she was.

Even though she’d been looking forward to getting out of the house and doing things today, she had to admit that a lazy day at home wasn’t quite so bad as she had first thought. She and Jake stayed in bed for a while, sipping coffee and talking. Lying in his arms, listening to the rain beating down steadily on the roof and windows, she realized she hadn’t felt so utterly and completely relaxed in a long time.

By the time they finally got out of bed, they realized it was already lunchtime. Phoenix offered to make something, but Hangman volunteered to run out and pick up some take-out from her favorite Mexican restaurant.

“Be back in a few,” he told her, kissing her quickly as he pulled the hood of his sweatshirt over his head and jogged out to where his car was parked in the driveway.

Strangely enough, without his presence in the house, Phoenix suddenly felt much colder. The rain had caused the temperature outside to plummet and somehow the sweatpants and long-sleeve shirt she was wearing were no longer keeping her as warm as they had before. Apparently there was something to be said for having a boyfriend whose body seemed to release as much heat as a furnace.

Shaking her head with a smirk, Phoenix set a kettle on the stove to boil so that she could make some tea, then lit some candles in the living room and pulled out a couple extra blankets from the closet. By the time Hangman returned about twenty minutes later, he found her burrowed on the couch, steaming mug of tea in hand.

“Are you cold?” Hangman asked with a smirk, raising an eyebrow at her as he set their food down on the coffee table.

“Just couldn’t seem to get warm without you, Bagman,” Phoenix teased, moving over on the couch to make room for him.

“Aw, look at my little Minx, getting all soft on me,” he chuckled, sitting down beside her and pulling her feet into his lap. “Damn, you really are cold,” he said suddenly, noting how chilled her toes felt. He began rubbing them gently between his hands, trying to warm her up.

“Hmm, maybe I should get cold more often if it means free foot massages,” Phoenix grinned, setting her mug down on a coaster on the coffee table.

“You know, Minx, if you’re really that cold, I can think of plenty of fun ways to warm you up,” Hangman said slowly, waggling his eyebrows at her.

“Oh, yeah?” Phoenix smirked. “Such as?”

Grinning devilishly, Hangman pounced forward, pinning his girlfriend to the couch and caging her with his arms.

“Oh. That,” Phoenix laughed as Hangman lowered his head to kiss her.

Lunch was cold by the time they finally got around to eating it, but Phoenix was feeling much warmer when all was said and done.

October OTP Writing Prompts 🌧

#hannix #hangman x phoenix #jake hangman seresin #natasha phoenix trace #top gun: maverick #october writing prompts

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wildlymish · 1 year

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To Spend My Days

After an argument sends Elliott back to his shack the next day, Genevieve comes up with an idea in the hopes that she can patch things up. As it turns out, she wasn’t the only one regretful of how things wounded up.

Aka: Month one of the Year of the OTP event hosted by @yearoftheotpevent Prompt: "If I kiss you, will you, will yoy shut up?"

Fandom: Stardew Valley

Ship: Elliott x Female Farmer

Word Count: 663

Warnings: None

Also on AO3

The thunder in the distance and the light pitter patter of rain never stopped Genevieve from her daily activities on the farm. Only until she checked the time and realised she might have gotten a bit carried away, would she call it a day and go back to her cabin. Granted, the crops would be watered, but who was going to feed the chickens if each time the weather got bad, she decided to huddle up in the cabin. Plus, there was so much else she could do- fishing was ideal in this weather when it comes to certain species of fish. Not to mention there was plenty of minerals and gems to mine for.

Ah yes, the mines. This topic would have inevitably caused some worry for Elliott, but yesterday’s argument got a little more heated than the usual instance of him voicing his concern. She hadn’t seen him since. By her guess, he had probably gone back to his old, rickety shack by the beach and write out his melancholy heart.

What was going to convince him to move in with her? There was enough room in the home for too, thanks to Robin’s handywork. There has to be some way.

And then, as lightning flashed in the distance almost simultaneously, it came to her.

The strange man on the beach. The mermaid pendant.

But wouldn’t it be a bad time? He might still need some space, and proposing would be rather inappropriate.

Only one way to find out.

Pulling the pendant out of her pocket, she petted her trusty Bucky on the head, who panted with glee, and headed straight for the door, opening it…

“Whoa.”

The last thing she expected was Elliott standing right there in front of her, soaked head to toe. His usually luscious, golden red hair was sticking against his strong features, and water was dripping from his red blazer down to his faintly tartan pants.

“Hey,” was all Genevieve could say as she watched her boyfriend with a contemplative look on his face. Almost as if he was deciding his next course of action.

From inside his pocket, he pulled out a folded sheet of paper. Except it had not been spared by the rain, and was barely holding itself together against Elliott’s fingers.

“I wrote you a poem,” Elliott announced with a defeated sigh. “I could not think of the words to say to express my regret for what had happened yesterday. So I did what any other writer would have done."

Since knowing Elliott, Genevieve knew he would not willingly have run into the rain for any reason. He took great pride in appearing as presentable as possible, especially when it comes to his hair.

Without thinking, Genevieve opened her hand, revealing the mermaid pendant in her hand. “I’m sorry, too.”

It was rare to find a moment where Elliott was as stunned and speechless as he was then, looking at the pendant. He took it from her hand, inspecting it closely, before his lips curled into a bright smile.

“I accept!” He immediately puts the pendant around his neck. “I’ll set everything up, we’ll have the ceremony in only a few days, okay.”

Genevieve chuckled slightly as Elliott took her hands into his, feeling how soft they were against her rough callouses.

“I’m really looking forward to this. The farm will be such a lovely place to write.” Elliott started, and before Genevieve could pipe in, he continued, “We will make such a good pair, you and I. To spend the rest of my days with you be my side-.”

“If I kiss you, will you shut up?” At last, Genevieve spoke.

Elliott blushed, sheepishly grinning. “Forgive me, my love.”

And with that, he kissed her, neither caring for the coolness of each other’s clothing pressing up against each other, as their bodies were doing a fine job of warming each other up regardless.

Maybe it wasn’t such bad timing after all.

#stardew valley #sdv #sdv game #sdv elliott #elliott stardew valley #stardew elliott #stardew valley elliott #elliott x farmer #farmer genevieve #sdv farmer #year of the otp #year of the otp 2023

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villa-kulla · 2 years

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What do you think Howard would have done if Lalo had died in the laundromat, like what happened in the show?

He was going out on his sabbatical and all, but he would never get that call from Lalo and probably would be able to find out that Gus was still alive and thriving in ABQ. Would he just be sad, and keep his distance from the city?

DON’T DO THIS TO MEEEE.

How dare you make me think about the death of characters in my otp, who are in fact, only an otp by virtue of their both being dead lmao.

Omg. Dear god. WELL. The plan (had Lalo not been shot and had his ‘come to Jesus’ moment and crawled away to die with Howard cue “you’re my guy”/”matches your shoes” love confessions + driving off into the sunrise together) was for Lalo to just go straight back to Mexico , enemy out of the way, cartel prince again, maybe missing Howard more than he thought, but able to compartmentalize and move on. And Howard was going to stay out of town for an indeterminate period of time to take the heat off, and honestly I don’t think he made it much farther than that in his head. All he knew was that he needed to get out: out of his job, his marriage, and his town. He would have holed up in some hotel a couple states over and called in regularly to check his messages both at home and at work, because Lalo said he’d check in just to let him know he was okay. Then he could make his decisions, figure out what to do with this fresh start, and move on. That was the PLAN.

But imagine Lalo dies and Howard keeps calling. And keeps calling. But there are no messages, no letters, not even a quick note. Howard wonders if Lalo just went clean break on him and feels temporarily huffy to not get so much as a “goodbye”. But even though Lalo was a lot of things, he was always honest with Howard, and if he said he’d reach out, he’d reach out. So Howard starts fearing the worst, calling all his contacts in Albuquerque, reading up on police raids, getting more and more paranoid. And eventually he finally does what he’d been avoiding, and calls the Pollos restaurant, and asks to speak to the manager. And when he hears Gus’s unmistakable voice, Howard just slowly hangs up and starts to cry, because if Gus is alive, then Lalo must be dead. And suddenly, cutting all his ties and starting fresh doesn’t feel as exciting and hopeful as it used to, because Lalo’s dead.

So Howard drives back to Albuquerque, hollow and grim, and starts closing up shop properly, but with less excitement than the first time he was going to get out of dodge. He quits his job officially, the divorce is finalized, and Howard wanders the streets like a ghost, no idea what to do now, which is stupid because it’s not like he and Lalo were going to end up together anyways, but somehow knowing he was out there helped, gave Howard direction and inspiration, and now that he’s gone, everything he embodied to Howard - fun, danger, passion, adventure - is gone too. But then one day as he drives aimlessly around town he winds up parked at a red light, stopped next to a laundry. Howard thinks of the laundry he sent Gus to, and stares through the window, and watching the machines inside spin and spin and spin gives Howard an idea...he can finish what Lalo started.

Fring is a dead man.

(can't make the read more work, warning that what follows might not go well for Howard.....but YOU STARTED IT WITH THIS TALK OF DEATH </3)

Howard starts planning, and he’s certainly not able to raid a fortified laundry guerilla style, like Lalo. But he can play to his own strengths, and sniffs out all the benefits and charity dinners in town, donates money to all of them, plays nice, circles the rooms with a glass of wine in hand, but eyes always sharp, until one day he gets lucky because across the room he sees him. Fring. Howard follows him into a deserted hallway, Lalo’s pistol tucked up his sleeve, and he’s almost at Fring’s back, swinging the gun up, when of course he’s slammed out of nowhere by two bodyguards, and drops the gun, and Fring turns around, knowing Howard was following him and says “Were you hoping to kill me, Mr. Hamlin? The last time I saw you, you weren’t nearly so obvious about it.” And Howard just spits out “Where's Lalo? What the hell did you do with him?” Gus just picks lint off his sleeve like “I’m not in the habit of leaving loose ends. Which brings us to what I should do with you.” And hearing it confirmed, or as confirmed as it could get, Howard just breaks down on the floor of whatever fancy hotel they’re in, and Gus motions for his guys to release him and steps towards him and says, “This is your only warning”. And he picks up the gus Howard tried to use and puts it in his own pocket and coolly says, “This isn’t your world, Mr. Hamlin.” And it’s like being stabbed in the chest, because Lalo had said that to him the last time they saw each other, but out of care, not as a threat, and it’s like Howard can still feel Lalo’s fingers brushing his jaw as he said it. He watches Gus leave through blurry eyes, but then his eyes narrow in cold satisfaction, because he’d never planned on shooting Gus here, didn’t even think he’d get close, knew he’d lose his gun, but that’s fine because inside Lalo’s gun, he’d put....A TRACKING DEVICE. Howard never knew which laundry Lalo was talking about, but now Gus or one of his goons is bound to go there, and Howard can FOLLOW.

Howard has a project now, he’s a man on a mission, and that mission is bringing down Fring. He has some vague plan to collect evidence on what Fring is doing, turn him over to the authorities, and if that doesn’t work, well, like Lalo told him, “there’s always a good reason to kill someone”.

But...unfortunately for Howard, more experienced men than him have tried and failed to take Gus down. And while Howard’s plotting goes undetected longer than anyone could have guessed, he’s simply not a criminal, and it’s really not his world. And maybe after a couple months of investigating Gus, and getting closer and closer, one day while he stakes out the laundry, the black bag comes down over his head and he’s knocked out.

He wakes up inside the superlab, bag yanked off his head, hands tied behind his back, kneeling on the dirt floor of some huge room. He’s facing Gus, and this time Gus is leaving nothing to chance, a cavalry of guys behind him all staring at Howard to make sure he can’t try anything. Gus says “you had your one and only warning to stay away, Mr. Hamlin. Any final words?”

It’s the end. Howard knows it’s the end. He failed to avenge Lalo, but he doesn’t have to fail Lalo’s memory. He asks himself what Lalo would say in this position, and he looks up at Fring and grins and says “Yeah. Lalo was right. Eres un hijo de puta and your chicken tastes like shit.” And when Fring steps forward, snapping open a knife, and cuts Howard’s throat, it’s so sharp and quick it doesn’t even hurt, and Howard collapses to the ground, slowly growing cold, wondering how the hell he got here, murdered by gangsters and about to die in a hole all alone.

That’s when Gus steps over him and yanks Howard’s head back to make him die faster, and hisses in his ear “Your lover died right here, exactly like this.” And Howard looks up at him, eyes wide, and Gus delivers his coup de grace and says “he’s buried under you right now.” He expects this to break Howard once and for all, but Howard just lets out a gurgling choking laugh because Lalo’s here? He’s with Howard? Can he feel Howard’s blood seeping through the dirt, trickling down to meet him? He’s here and Howard isn’t going to die alone after all, and suddenly Howard doesn’t feel so cold anymore, and he laughs again and then can’t stop laughing, and Gus takes a step back genuinely rattled because it’s like he’s looking at Lalo's ghost, laughing on the floor of the superlab while drowning in his own blood, staring up at Fring, face still fixed in a challenge. This Hamlin guy isn’t looking at Fring anymore though, because he’s turning his face to the dirt like he’s resting it on someone’s chest, blood spilling into the ground, eyes slowly closing, smile lingering, until he’s utterly still, gone now, somewhere else with someone else, and now Gus is the one who’s forgotten and alone, still alive to see another day, but no one left on earth who’d care either way. Covering his sudden crushing depression with disdain, Gus orders “get rid of him” and walks out. And there’s already a 6x6 patch in the ground where the soil is still loose, and they’re nothing if not efficient, so they redig the hole, not deep enough to see what might be left inside, and throw Howard in too, his face grey but still with that unsettling smile. And as they pour the dirt back over him, the last thing to be covered are Howard’s hands, cut loose now and curled into the dirt, cold and still, but almost like they’re reaching out to someone. And in the dim light of the superlab, where shadows dance on the walls and death is always close by, it's easy to imagine that only a couple metres down, someone is reaching back.

#togetherforever

So yeah.

Apparently that's what I think would happen.

THANKS FOR THE ASK I GUESS???

#anon #laloward #SORRY ABOUT THE ABOVE THOUGHTS #I KNOW IT GOT DARK BUT ALSO WE'RE ALL WATCHING THE SAME SHOW HERE <3 #my boys..........#so yeah anyways in shoot your shot they are MUTUALLY ALIVE AND HAPPY #but in this hypothetical scenario if lalo's going down then by god howard's going to follow. that's his GUY.#it's the ~romeo and juliet~ aesthetic of it all........#anyways. TOGETHER FOREVERRRRR.#but yeah as far as SYS is concerned we'll leave them on that beach lol #or - depending on if you've read Conviction more recently - lalo's motel room with clothes scattered everywhere

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seanfalco · 1 year

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Might I request a soft, domestic Sean and breakfast? + reader, OC, whatever strikes your fancy!

Peaceful Morning

Sean Falco x Reader

Word Count: 716 Tags/Warnings: none Prompt: I decided to participate in @/yearoftheotpevent‘s Year of the OTP (except using reader inserts). For April’s prompt I chose ‘Peace’. a/n: I'm sorry this has sat in my inbox for so long, Merri! I hope you enjoy it <3

Hazy midmorning light filtered through the gauzy threadbare curtains covering the window above Sean’s bed, filling the tiny attic apartment with warmth, and you groaned softly as you drifted into consciousness. Hoping to hold onto sleep just a bit longer, you rolled toward Sean, pressing your face to his chest, and he instinctively lifted his arm to let you snuggle closer, draping it over your waist as he stirred.

“Mornin’,” he breathed, his voice still weighed down with the heaviness of sleep.

“Morning,” you replied, tilting your chin up to find him watching you, his gaze soft as it moved over the plants of your face. As the sunlight overhead strengthened, shining down to the bed in a long swath, it caught in Sean’s long lashes, illuminating his forest green eyes, so like the lush Oregon wilderness you loved so much.

“You’re beautiful,” you whispered without thinking and Sean’s lips twitched into a sleepy grin.

“Not as beautiful as you, darlin’,” he murmured, pressing a kiss between your eyes.

“Charmer,” you huffed fondly before letting out a soft whine of defiance when he pulled back the covers.

“C’mon, up and at ‘em,” Sean laughed, pinching your side as he extricated himself from your clutches and rolled out of bed. “Can’t laze about all day.”

“Why not?” you countered with a whine, pulling the blankets back over your exposed legs and curling up tighter. “It’s comfortable!”

“Guess y’don’t want breakfast then,” he taunted, grabbing his shirt from the floor where he’d tossed it the night before and pulled it over his head before reaching for his patterned pajama pants.

As much as you wanted to tell him you didn’t need breakfast, your stomach reminded you that actually you did, in fact.

“Ugh, alright,” you groaned, pushing yourself up and stealing one of Sean’s oversized jumpers on the way to the bathroom.

When you returned to the main room, Sean was already heating up the griddle, his head inside the fridge.

“Get lost in there?” you joked, joining him at the criminally tiny kitchenette.

Startled by your voice, Sean jumped, nearly smacking the back of his head on the freezer door as he hastily straightened.

“Jay-sus! Don’t sneak up on me like that!” he exclaimed with a laugh, though his lilting voice held the trace of a nervous edge to it and you instantly felt guilt seep into your stomach.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you!” you exclaimed, feeling like an idiot, but Sean merely shook his head, an apologetic smile on his face, as if he could tell exactly what you were thinking.

“It’s fine, really,” he insisted, pressing a warm kiss to your forehead to drive the point home. “Would y’like t’help?” he asked instead, gesturing to the griddle, not wanting to see the pity in your eyes.

The awkward reminder of darker times was swiftly forgotten as you mixed the pancake batter, adding a handful of ripe blueberries Sean has splurged on.

“Shit,” you swore under your breath as you tried to slip the worn edge of the spatula under the misshapen circle of half cooked batter, only for it to get stuck and wrinkle together when you attempted to flip it, the bottom side swiftly darkening with each second you continued to struggle.

Sean chuckled softly and you felt his chest press against your back as his hand slipped over yours on the spatula’s handle. With one fluid motion and a flick of his wrist, he flipped the pancake, the uncooked batter sizzling on the hot griddle.

“I didn’t know you were so talented in the kitchen,” you teased, looking back over your shoulder at him, your head resting against his chest.

“Only when it comes t’pancakes,” he laughed, his gaze soft as it lingered on your smile. “But I’m glad you’re impressed.” “I’m very impressed,” you murmured, catching his eye in return, til he remembered to scoop up the pancakes before they could burn.

When you sat across from him at the tiny plastic table tucked against the wall, cutting into your pile of fluffy golden flapjacks, dotted with blueberries and coated with syrup and melted butter, though it wasn’t anything fancy, it was one of the best breakfasts you’d had in a long while. Mostly because of the company.

@super-unpredictable98 @salvador-daley @elliethesuperfruitlover @firstpersonnarrator

#sean falco #sean falco x reader #bad samaritan #robert sheehan character fic #joz.fic

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thedeliverygod · 6 months

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Repostober: Day 27

The classic OTP + one bed trope. It's the middle of winter and the power is out. What's Hiyori to do?

Umareru Negai

“Your personal heater, at your service!”

“Don’t be so embarrassing about it.” Hiyori retreated into the covers, hiding her face, “And keep your voice down. My mom and brother are more sensitive to far shore beings, remember?”

Yato’s eyes widened in realization, “Ah, yeah, shit. Sorry.”

“Will you just… come over here already?” She peeled back the blanket, avoiding his gaze.

“Don’t have to ask me twice.” He slipped off of his shoes and eagerly made his way towards the bed, chattering his teeth dramatically before asking, “How long has your power been out again?”

She moved closer to the wall as Yato slipped under the blankets, answering “Close to six hours now… I just can’t believe how cold it is.”

“Tell me about it. You must be pretty desperate since you actually agreed to let me—ow!” He was interrupted by a sharp jab in his arm from Hiyori’s elbow. He whipped his head in her direction, trying to give her a look of betrayal, but she had already turned away again.

“I said don’t make it weird, remember?” She growled in annoyed tone, though her heart was pounding inside her chest, “Just… make sure you face the other way.”

Yato sighed in defeat and turned on his side, “Yeah, yeah. Okay.”

After a minute of silence, Hiyori peeked towards him and realized he was at the very edge of her bed. Quietly, she commented, “You can move closer.” He started to turn to look at her but she immediately pushed against his back with her hands, adding, “But stay facing that way!”

He moved a few inches, “This enough?”

“You can still come closer.” She answered sheepishly, his smell only becoming more and more inviting as he moved towards her.

Yato kept moving until he bumped into her knee, stuttering, “Uh, um…”

“T-that’s fine.” She drew her leg inward and closer to her body, “You can stay there.”

“Okay.” He answered softly and she saw him bury his face deeper into the pillow.

She turned over and tried to do the same, taking extra care to bury her nose since his scent was now overwhelming all of her senses. Though the heat radiating off his body was definitely helping her current predicament and bringing feeling back to her fingers and toes, it was also creating an almost unbearable urge to turn around and face him.

Eventually, she couldn’t fight it anymore. Turning over to face his back, she asked quietly, “Yato?”

“Hmm?” He hummed in response.

“Are you warm enough?” She wasn’t sure if that was what she wanted to actually ask him, but it was innocent enough.

She saw his shoulders move in a shrug, “I mean, considering the circumstance, yeah, I guess I’m okay.”

Hiyori frowned and gripped the blanket a little tighter, “So you’re cold.”

“Ah, I guess a little bit. But it’s not like—”

“Turn over.” She interrupted his babbling.

He froze, “What?”

“Turn over.” Hiyori repeated and Yato followed her orders, looking at her with wide eyes. “Is it okay if we…?” She trailed off, sliding even closer to him.

“Cuddle?” He finished for her, still eyeing her with a bit of suspicion.

She nodded, “Yeah. That.” Avoiding his eyes, she added, “For warmth.”

“As long as you promise not to change your mind and then punish me for it later.”

“I—I won’t.” She squeezed her eyes completely shut, her cheeks burning hotter than she knew was humanly possible, “Promise.”

She heard him exhale, “Then okay.”

Hiyori scooted forward blindly until her hand just ghosted across the fabric of his jersey and immediately stopped.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” She blinked her eyes open and she could see his concerned expression even in the dark, “Cuz you seem a little hesitant.”

“I just,” She took a breath and released it as a huff, admitting, “Don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Oh.” He answered in an amused tone and she looked up to see him smirking.

Growing even more crimson, she slightly raised her voice as she glared back at him, “Shut up!”

“Here.” Yato gathered her into his arms and pulled her closer to his chest, “It’s just sort of like hugging. Just with some slight adjustments.”

She hid her face against his neck, her elbows bent and her hands keeping a small distance between them, “And you’re some kind of expert?”

“No.” He answered immediately, mumbling, “But I always thought it’d be nice.” After a pause, she felt Yato’s hand shift to her forehead, “Are you feeling okay, Hiyori? Your face is really hot.”

“I’m not getting sick if that’s what you’re asking.” She kept her eyes shut, also mumbling in reply.

He took a breath, “Then you’re that embarrassed?” He started to shift away from her, his hand slipping from her forehead back to his side, “We don’t have to do this.”

Her eyes flew open, “Yato. That’s not—” She propped herself up to look at him, determination growing inside her. “I…” He seemed to grow only more nervous under her stare, but it took all of her power to form the rest of her sentence, “Want to do this. With you.”

His eyes widened, “What?”

She reached for his hand and placed it over her heart, still actively pounding within her chest, “I’m nervous and embarrassed because it’s you.”

“What are you saying?” She couldn’t say for sure because of the poor lighting, but it looked like his cheeks had now been dusted with a bit of color.

Gripping his hand tightly where it still rested over her heart, she asked in a voice just above a whisper, “You read my journal, right?”

“Y-yeah.” His eyes flickered away from hers, ashamed.

“Then isn’t it obvious?”

Yato’s eyes finally moved back to hers, admitting quietly, “Not with you, no. Whenever I jump to conclusions, it seems like they’re always wrong.”

She exhaled, her body starting to tremble as her bravery was quickly fading. She moved her other hand to cover both of their hands on her chest, leaning down so that her forehead just barely touched his as she closed her eyes. “I’m in love with you.” She hoped that finally letting the words spill from her lips would help her feel lighter, but it only seemed to make things harder. Taking another shaky breath, she added, “I have for a while now. It just took some time to realize it.”

“Hiyori…” She felt his free hand run through her hair, more than likely trying to think of how to respond. Not long after that she felt his hand nudge her cheek with his thumb, urging her to look at him.

She blinked her eyes open slowly, sheepishly meeting his gaze.

Yato cupped the side of her face and motioned for him to let go of his other hand. As soon as that was free as well, it rested at the other side of her face as he continued to stare into her eyes. He seemed to be faintly smiling, but overall she couldn’t really tell what was going through his mind.

‘Is this what Kazuma-san and Tenjin-sama meant?’ A pang moved through her chest as she recalled their conversations about love between god and humans and she bit her lip. When she focused back on Yato, she noticed his expression seemed to be growing more emotional.

“Hiyori,” He repeated her name again, his voice breaking. Before she could ask what was wrong, his lips just barely grazed hers in a way that she wasn’t sure if it actually happened.

She met his eyes again and he looked back at her, eyes desperate and pleading; much like how she had felt only moments ago. Closing her eyes, she pressed back against his lips in a short peck. Longer than his, but still chaste and testing. She didn’t want to push too far, either.

Hiyori didn’t get the chance to peek back at him this time; a much more fiery and eager kiss instantly answering hers. It was sloppy and awkward and their teeth clacked together more than once, but it was perfect. She felt like she was floating and even though he hadn’t technically answered her feelings yet, she didn’t have any doubts left. When they parted, she curled up against his side, intertwining their legs and smiling widely.

“How are you real?” He reached out to play with her hair again, staring at her so intently.

She gave him an incredulous look, “Shouldn’t I be the one asking that?”

He let out a huff of hair which blew some of his bangs upward, “Okay, well, if you want me to be literal… How did I end up with someone as good as Iki Hiyori in my life?”

“Because you idiotically ran out in front of a bus and I had to go and save you.” She grinned wider as he gave her a tired look, “What? You said literal.”

“I’m trying to be romantic here.” He groaned in response to which she laughed.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer so that they were nose to nose, “Sorry.”

He just shook his head in response. “Anyway,” He wrapped an arm around her waist and began peppering kisses across her face, “I love you too, Hiyori. More than I can put into words.” He moved to kiss her neck as well, murmuring, “But it seems like you wouldn’t let me get them out if I tried.”

The sensation of him kissing and talking against her neck made a jolt run through her body, causing her to flush and him to smirk knowingly. “I-I was just joking!”

“I know.” He leaned upward to give her another peck on the lips, his smile quieting her protest.

Letting out a sigh, she snuggled back into the crook of his neck and commented, “I think it’s probably time to go to sleep, anyway. I’ve probably said enough for one night.”

“Okay.” He nodded, his chin lightly tapping the top of her head, “Goodnight, Hiyori.”

“Goodnight.” She repeated, though she had one more lingering question. “Actually, Yato… can I ask you something?” She looked up to meet his eyes.

He blinked curiously, “Yeah, go ahead.”

“Can you stay until I wake up?” She asked with a sheepish smile.

“Of course.” He pressed his lips against her forehead.

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