#seriously how are there no mining operations yet?

[lynettethemadscientist]

I think it would be cool if there was a Fallout game that takes place in an Asian or European country. Just to see what’s happening over there.

Also I think it’d be cool if there was an Age of Empires style Fallout game where the point is to rebuild civilization rather than just living off the garbage from 200 years ago.

#seriously how are there no mining operations yet? #there’s no smelting of ore #there’s no large scale food production #there’s no actual civilization being built here #it’s just small tribes living off the refuse of the old world #nobody’s actually creating or procuring resources and establishing a coherent system of gov or justice #it’s actually really weird #like it’s not as if you’re starting from scratch here #why aren’t you farther along? #why are you not even in the Bronze Age? #I haven’t even seen a single wheeled cart #I know damn well you understand the concept of the wheel #flippin USE it #why is the world so far behind? #is there a lore reason for this? #fallout #fallout lore #fallout 4 #age of empires

[cozage]

The Daughter's Return: Month 4

A Steamy Situation

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This idea was sent to me by Anonymous! CW: it gets a little steamy in some parts Characters: female reader x Portgas D. Ace Word Count: 3.3k

“You didn’t tell us the mission was at an onsen!” you whispered, your voice full of excitement. 

“Because I knew you would pester me about getting here faster,” Marco griped. “Go check in. We can’t be seen together.”

You squealed in excitement and reached for Ace’s hand. This weekend was going to be so much more fun than you initially thought. You could already feel the air change, both you and Ace thinking of what the two of you could do. 

“No,” Marco hissed, slapping your hand away. “You’ve got the solo room. Me and Ace have a business suite.”

Your mouth dropped as you stared at Marco, trying to fully understand his words. “Excuse me?”

“Go!” Marco said, pushing you towards the front door. “Remember your code name!”

But you weren’t ready to give up yet. “You take the single room!” you pouted. “Come on Marco, seriously? Just let me and Ace-”

“No.” Marco’s voice was low and serious, indicating his decision came from someone higher than him. And there was only one person higher than him. “We can’t be distracted. Distractions-”

“Mean death,” you grumbled, finishing his words for him. Your eyes flitted over to Ace, a silent message passing between you two: Find me tonight.

Your check-in went smoothly. You operated under the name Astrid Cleminson, but the man at the desk didn’t even ask for an ID. 

Your only goal was to find the pirates who were rumored to be staying here; ones who had plans to attack an island under the Whitebeard Pirates' protection. Maybe if you found them today, Marco would swap rooms with you. 

Your room only fueled your desire to share it with Ace. You had gotten a private onsen with your room and a beautiful patio with lush, green plants scattered throughout it. You wanted nothing more than to sit all evening in that hot spring with Ace, the two of you quietly enjoying each other’s company. But Marco had robbed that from you. 

You quickly unpacked your things and went to find the communal female bath. Nobody there would know you had a private one in your room, and you needed to find these pirates as soon as possible so you could enjoy a bit of vacation away from the ship. 

You stayed in there for an hour, desperately listening to all of the conversations around you, but if there were enemy pirates, they didn’t show their hand. You finally gave up and retreated back to your room. 

Funnily enough, you were inserting your key just as your neighbor was inserting his. You turned your head to see who it was, and your eyes found your favorite freckled boy. 

He gave you a cocky smirk. “Come here often?”

“Ace?” you whispered, looking up and down the hallway. “You guys are my neighbors?!”

“I guess Marco had it set up this way so it wouldn’t be obvious to any onlookers if we walked into each other’s rooms.”

“Wanna come into mine now?” You turned the door handle and raised your eyebrows at him, all but begging him to join you. 

His eyes lit up and his smile became devious as he followed you into your room and quickly shut the door behind him. 

Ace was on you in an instant, his lips pushed against yours in a hungry desperation. The two of you had been traveling with Marco for almost a week now and had hardly had a moment to yourselves. Even sleeping, Marco made you guys split up. It was almost annoying how much of a dad he was being on this trip. But now it didn’t matter. You had Ace all to yourself. 

You whined into his mouth, pulling at the buckle of his pants. Normally Ace made fun of your desperation, but today he obliged with quick eagerness, as if the two of you were running out of time before you had even started. He loosened his buckle and pushed his pants off, leaving one less piece of fabric between the two of you.

His fingers twitched at the hem of your shirt, which was all you needed to break away from him to quickly pull it over your head, throwing it on the floor. You didn’t need any encouragement today; just a small touch was enough to make you crazy. The two of you stumbled over to the bed, trying to stay close but still working on your own clothing. 

Ace was fumbling with the buttons of his own shirt, trying to desperately pull them apart. 

“This is why I hate shirts,” he mumbled, clearly struggling with his task at hand. 

You gave a soft giggle at his attempt and grabbed his shirt collar, pulling him back into your lips again. You were so desperate for more of a taste of him. Your own tongue swirling against his, with moans of desperation filling the room. 

Your fingers skillfully trailed down his shirt, unbuttoning each one until there were none left. You had to admit, Ace always did look good in a button-up, and you loved that he didn’t have to break away from your lips to take it off. 

A knock came at the door, startling you both. You paused for a moment, lips still locked. 

“Ms. Astrid?” Marco’s sharp voice came from the other side of the door, and you wanted to weep. Just ten minutes. You only needed ten minutes without him constantly checking on you. 

You pulled away from Ace, his face turning into an instant pout as you cleared your throat and prepared to speak. 

“Yeah?” Your voice came out uncertain, but you knew Marco could hear your voice through the door. 

“Do you know where my assistant is?” Marco asked, his voice quiet and stern. 

“No!” you called out. Ace, growing impatient, began sucking on your neck gently, trying his best not to leave marks.

“Really?” Marco’s voice called. You could hear the skepticism in his voice, but you didn’t care. 

“Mhmm,” you hummed. Your brain was starting to get foggy, and you prayed Marco would go somewhere else for just a few minutes. You just wanted a little time with Ace. 

“Interesting,” Marco said. 

Ace bit at your tender flesh and you started to moan out, but his hand quickly flew up and clamped over your mouth to muffle your lewd noises. 

“It’s just weird,” Marco said, still right on the other side of your door. “Because his key is in our door. And your key is still in your door.”

Both of you froze, and you could hear the knob starting to turn. You had seconds before Marco opened the door and found the two of you half-naked and entangled in an embrace. 

You had just enough time to break apart and throw Ace’s shirt over you before Marco swung the door open, a look of disappointment already on his face. 

“Can’t you guys focus on the mission for 5 minutes?” he scolded, staring down at the two of you on the bed. 

“Can't you leave us alone for ten?” you shot back. You couldn’t help your foul mood. Being in such a beautiful place like this and having to pretend like you and Ace were strangers was killing you. It wasn’t fair that you were stuck here alone. It wasn’t fair that you couldn’t be with Ace. 

“You need to grow up,” Marco said, his voice short and snippy. “Learn some control, both of you. People’s lives are on the line. People who are under our protection. Or did you forget that part of the job?”

You rolled your eyes “It’s not even a difficult mission-”

“I don’t give a rat’s ass if it seems like a difficult mission or not. You need to treat every mission like it’s your hardest one yet, or else you’ll get overconfident and you’ll fail. And people will die.”

The words stung, and you thought back to your failure just a few months ago. You were supposed to protect those people, and you had failed. 

Ace sucked in a breath, knowing where your mind had gone. “Now hang on, Marco-”

“I don’t want to hear it, Ace. The two of you have been getting away with things because you technically got the mission done, so Pops lets it slide. But we’re not doing a sloppy success this time, and we’re sure as hell not failing it. So I need you guys to actually focus on something other than each other for 5 seconds and we can get this over with.” Marco paused, realizing he may have been a bit too harsh on you. “And then you guys can resume whatever was happening before I walked in, okay?”

You both knew he was right, even if he was rude in his delivery. It was pointless to argue anyway. Ace sighed and got up from the bed, giving you a soft kiss on the forehead as he went. You couldn’t bring yourself to watch him go or to make eye contact with Marco. You were too filled with shame. 

And then they were gone, leaving you alone with your thoughts. 

You were steaming from Marco’s words. You could feel it. But he wasn’t wrong. You had failed or sloppily completed all of your major missions over the past few months. Some of them hadn’t been your fault for failure, but you had to wonder if you would’ve been more aware of things if Ace wasn’t always on your mind. Even things as mundane as grocery shopping seemed to make you and your commander stumble these days; your minds were simply too cluttered with the thoughts of each other.

The realization of his words brought tears to your eyes, and you struggled to blink them away. You didn’t want to be a failure. You had trained for two years so you wouldn’t be a failure. And yet here you were, struggling to focus on the task at hand because of a boy. 

No more. You would complete this and every mission from here on out with perfect accuracy. Failure couldn’t be an option anymore. You refused to mess up. 

You didn’t sleep well that night. The victims of your failures came to visit you in your dreams, accompanied by Marines you feared and everyone’s opinion you valued. They all mocked you for your decisions and pain. Eventually, you decided your own conscious thoughts were better than the subconscious ones, and stared at the sky until you saw the sun start to come up. 

At breakfast, you kept your eyes peeled and ears open for any hints of pirate or coded words. You saw Ace, but the two of you quickly looked away from one another. You had a mission to focus on. 

You went to the woman’s bath and cleared your mind as you dipped into the water. You had to listen now for any tips.

“He did what?!” 

“I swear, the whole thing!”

No. 

“I’m going to try to go to Sabaody this summer!”

“Aren’t you worried about the Celestial Dragons?”

“They don’t scare me!”

No. 

“If we want that aggressive of a timetable, we’ll have to leave today.”

“It’ll take five days to reach it?”

“Five days if we’re lucky.” 

There. Your eyes snapped over to the two women talking, and you memorized everything you could about their physical appearance as you focused in on their conversation. 

“It’s a small window, but there’s only a week where the Beards aren’t around. So it's best we move quickly.”

The Beards was a horrible codename, but it made it easier to know they were the people you needed to eavesdrop on. There was only one problem, the two women were getting out of the public bath and beginning to retreat to the changing room. 

You didn’t want to look suspicious for exiting as soon as you entered. And you certainly didn’t want to look like you were following those women. So you did the only logical thing. 

You began coughing. Not a dainty cough either. The type of cough that makes people think you’re about to lose a lung. You jumped out of the water, still coughing, and stumbled back to the women's dressing room. 

The women immediately stopped talking as you entered the changing room, but you could sense they didn’t think you were a threat. You quickly got changed and exited the room, desperate to find Marco before they left. 

The women followed you out, and you continued to feign your cough, hoping it would draw Marco or Ace. 

Miraculously, Marco rounded the corner and began casually walking toward you. You pointed a finger subtly at the two women behind you so only Marco could see it, and passed by him without any further indication that you knew each other. 

Marco would take care of the rest. The two of you had worked together long enough that he knew your simplest signals and what they meant. Now, all you wanted was to return to your room and rest.

You slept for hours. It was a dreamless sleep, thankfully. You needed the rest and probably would’ve slept all night if you hadn’t been woken up.

A knock came on the other side of your door woke you, and you opened it to find Marco on the other side. 

“Can we talk?”

You gave a silent nod and followed him down the hall and out of the building. 

“They left this afternoon, so we can drop the cover stories now,” Marco said. 

You gave another nod to acknowledge his words. You still weren’t sure where you stood with him after yesterday. 

“Do you feel better?” Marco asked. “It’s always nice to have a solid win.”

“Yeah.” You kicked a rock down the path. The air felt heavy with tension, as if you were about to get scolded again. 

“Listen, kid. I’m not mad at you,” he said. “You just needed some sense talked into you. And spite is like, your greatest motivator, y’know?”

You looked at him curiously, surprised that those were the words he chose to speak. You were expecting a lecture, but that didn’t seem to be the case. “What do you mean?”

“I mean you do everything out of pure spite when someone says you can’t do it. And you need the sense knocked into you or you’re too stubborn to change. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I know,” You said. And you believed him. Marco never said or did anything to intentionally hurt you, but he also wouldn’t spare your feelings when you needed to be corrected. 

“Well, our mission was successful. So go.” Marco pushed you back towards the onsen. “I think he’s waiting for you at the bar. Don’t make him wait too long. I have a report to make, it’ll probably take me at least a few hours before I get back to my room.”

Your eyes grew wide. “Really?”

“Go! Before I change my mind!”

You gave him a grateful smile and took off back towards the bar. Finally, you’d get time alone. Finally, you could relax. You just had to find him.

You slid onto the barstool next to Ace, but he didn’t even bother to look over at you. It was semi-crowded in the bar, and you knew he wasn’t exactly expecting you to be sitting next to him in such a public place. 

“Two drinks of your finest sake,” you said to the bartender. Your voice prompted Ace’s head to swivel toward you, shocked that you were actually next to him. 

You grinned over at him. “I’m celebrating.”

“Celebrating?” Ace questioned, a soft smile appearing on his face. It was always good news when you were smiling. 

“Just closed on a really big job. I’ve got the weekend to relax now.”

Ace’s eyes lit up, understanding the subtle explanation you were giving him. “That is cause for a celebration.”

The bartender set two drinks in front of you, and you slid one over to Ace. “Just need someone to celebrate with now,” you said, your eyes lingering over his body. 

“Oh, I’m always down to celebrate a big accomplishment,” Ace said. He threw down some money for your alls drinks, grabbing his drink in one hand and your hand in the other. “Lead the way.”

You grinned, picking up your drink and pulling him along with you, trying your best not to seem overeager to anyone else in the bar. But the moment you were in the hallway, Ace slammed you up against the wall and pressed his lips against yours. 

“Fuck,” he moaned softly. “I’ve been wanting to do that all day.”

“So eager,” you teased. Normally those words came out of his mouth. It was nice to have the tables turned on him for the moment. 

Ace’s mouth twitched upwards into a smile. “Shut up,” he mumbled, his lips already dipping down to make contact with yours again. But you pulled away at the last second, continuing your playful act. 

“My room,” you whispered. Your fingers intertwined through his and you quickly pulled him down the hallway, trying to get to your room as fast as possible. 

You fumbled with your key as you struggled to unlock the door. Ace was as patient as he could be, kissing the nape of your neck as he stood behind you, pressing his body flush against your back. 

“Let me kiss you again,” Ace whined. 

“Let me open the door first,” you giggled. “Then you can do anything you want to me.”

You could feel his cock twitch against you, the air charged as both of your minds scanned the possibilities your words held. 

“Anything?” he whispered, his voice unable to contain the lust and desire he was feeling. God, you missed being this close to him all the time. 

You hummed in agreement. You didn’t care what he did in the moment. And usually when you gave him free reign like this, it always ended up being a night to remember. 

“I have a private hot spring too,” you said, clicking open the door and turning back to face him too. “Wanna see it?”

His eyes lit up. “I haven’t been in a hot spring yet. Couldn’t get in the public one since our cover would be blown.”

“Wanna go try out this one together?” you asked, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“Oh, that and so much more.” His grin grew devious, and you knew you’d be feeling the ramifications in the morning. You should’ve cared, but the thought only made the anticipation in your core grow heavier. 

He picked you up and carried you across the threshold of the doorframe, his lips back against yours again. It was a good thing you had taken that nap because the night was just beginning. 

The two of you became one that night, in many different ways and forms. You were afraid to let each other go. Afraid that you might not get another moment that could be this intense. You didn’t break apart until the sun began to rise, the two of you collapsing into one another for a momentary reprieve.

“You are incredible,” Ace whispered, his fingers ghosting across your skin. 

“I have a good partner,” you said back, giggling lightly as he kissed your nose. 

“I think we can probably get a good thirty-minute nap before Marco comes to get us.”

“We could.” You hummed, considering that option. Your thoughtful expression turned mischievous as you looked at your partner, still slicked in sweat from a night of activity. “Or we could go one more round.”

Ace’s face spread into a wide grin, and his lips instantly began dotting kisses across your skin. “Your wish is my command, princess.”

As he positioned himself above you, you couldn’t help but think: he really was the most wondrous man you’d ever laid your eyes upon.

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[skippyv20]

Skip, Julie here. I worked for 43 years in fantastic jobs. Some as an employee, in HR, and in Senior Management. My employers were very well known Companies or Government. They had sick leave policies where employees from CEO to newest employee were entitled to medical leave and privacy of all medical information.

As a Manager I was aware of some very serious medical issues and we offorded those people complete privacy. Time to heal was dependent on their medical team despite how much they might have been needed in the workplace (perhaps being the only person with authority or highest level skill to deal with something vital).

A couple of these medical issues dealt with very serious surgery plus complications, and convalescence to deal with consequences of how their bodies or lives were changed and the mental processes they had to go through to understand and accept the changes.

Under no circumstances would I have ever thought it necessary to inform the other employees what was happening with the ill employee other than to update the return date. These people worked closely together but knew the value of allowing the one who was ill the time and space to fully recover. My contacting the employee for an update on whether they needed us was their choice to make, not mine or the company.

Princess of Wales is a senior member of a firm and a much loved member of a family. In her case she has a world wide family who care that she has been seriously ill and as family members we just want her to fully recover physically and mentally from her ordeal. We care and I think that says so much about how highly people around the world think of her.

As a senior member of the firm her bosses are aware of her illness and prognosis and have given her sick leave based on medical advice. I know the taxpayers of the UK keep up the mantra of BRF works for us, we pay them. Ok they are shareholders in the Company and they have an interest in ensuring the Company is providing the service they expect from it. The Company is BRF but no Company provides health information on senior employees except the CEO for obvious reasons. The company continues to operate even if a very important senior staff member is unwell.

My personal view is Catherine has been through a major abdominal surgery that has immediate and long term consequences for her. For HER, her husband and her 3 children. She does not owe any of us an explanation or an update. She loves her job and she does it brilliantly. She is totally loyal to King and Queen, her parents, siblings and the Commonwealth. She will never intentionally cause harm to her husbands family members.

People need to give her the same space we would all expect if we were seriously ill. I know people want to know what happened to her but really it is none of our business. Our role is to allow her time to fully heal so she can return to her role in the Company as soon as possible. No doubt she is already working behind the scenes.

I’m sorry this is long winded but I feel for her. 20 years of trying to please everyone yet when she needs some help people turn on her some will be because they are worried others for their own reasons. People need to send a private message of support but otherwise let her heal.

Princess of Wales, Catherine, God bless and keep you and your family fully protected and return you to full health We await your return, with patience, to your essential role for the Monarchy and we look forward to seeing you with your beautiful family vase soon as you feel you are fully recovered.

This is a lovely, thoughtful post Julie…no not too long.  I greatly appreciate the time and your experience you have shared with us.  I am quite proud of the fact that the people that come to this blog, are sensitive and caring and express nothing but support for Catherine and her family.  People are so concerned with “accountability “ these days….people are simply forgetting that behind the public life….is a real life going on, and people are dealing with all the same issues as everyone else.  The old “walk a mile in my shoes” comes to mind!  Thank YOU again Julie!🙏🏻❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[gunilslaugh]

Jooyeon x reader where there friends and everyone is waiting for him to realize he likes her so the members try to make him jealous by hitting on her in front of him but shes oblivious to it all

Here you go anon! Thanks for requesting I hope you enjoy

Lee Jooyeon

Summary: Being sick and tired of Jooyeon’s oblivious feelings for you, the members decide it's time to take action into their own hands. “Operation make Jooyeon realize he likes you”

WC: 1.6k

Warning:grammar

photo not mine credits to owner

Xdinary heroes were working hard preparing for their comeback. It was another late night at the practice room and you had arrived with some food to refuel them after practicing so diligently. Jooyeon was the first to welcome you, taking the bags of food from your hands and setting them on the floor just so he could wrap his arms around you in a hug. You simply reciprocated his actions, wrapping your arms around him not thinking anything of it. This was a very normal gesture between the two of you. 

“We’re here too y’know,” Jiseok said, his words interjecting with your and Jooyeon’s hug. You released your arms from around Jooyeon not noticing the immediate pout taking over his face. Walking over to Jiseok, wrapping one arm around him in a side hug, the other going to ruffle his hair.

“Obviously you guys are here too. I wouldn’t have brought this much food for just Jooyeon.” Being slightly confused as to why Jiseok would say that.

Jooyeon found his way back next to your side as everyone ate. You had found yourself buried in a conversation with Hyeongjun about a show you were both currently watching. Completely oblivious to Jooyeon’s eyes that never left your face. He lifted a finger to poke you in your ribs hoping it would break your attention back to him. It worked as you turned your head to him asking him a simple “what?”.

“You should come over to our dorm this weekend, our schedule is free,” he said.

“Sure sounds fun” You continued your conversation with Hyeuongjun again, missing the pout taking over Jooyeon’s face yet again. Although you were oblivious to this pout his members were not. Gunil and Seungmin exchanged embittered looks. How could he be so obvious and how could you be so oblivious? Enough was enough, they were going to talk to Jooyeon about it after you left.

That time has come. You made your way out of the practice room saying your goodbyes to everyone. Once hearing the door click shut, the member wasted no time in pestering Jooyeon about his obvious feelings for you.

“Seriously why don’t you just confess already man?” Jiseok questioned, annoyance clear in his voice.

“What do you mean confess? Confess about what?” Jooyeon replied with confusion painted on his face.

“To y/n,” he stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“What do I have to confess to y/n about?”

“That you like her,” Seungmin said.

“I do not!” Jooyeon stated very rapidly.

“Dude yes you do it’s so obvious, it’s painful,” Jungsu voiced.

“You guys are wrong. I don’t like her,”

“Then why were you all pouty when she was giving her attention to Hyeongjun and not you?” Gunil brought up.

“I was not pouting. I just missed her since we don’t get to see her all the time,” he defended himself. 

“Jooyeon do you seriously not get that you like her?” Gunil asked.

“There’s nothing to get because I don’t like her. She’s our friend that’s it,” The member could do nothing but sigh. They finished up their practice for the night and headed back to their dorm. Once Jooyeon was in the shower the members assembled into a secret meeting in the living room.

“We need to do something. I can't stand this anymore.” Jungsu whined.

“We’re all over it man. So how can we make him realize he likes her?” Seungmin asked.

“Well based on my observations he gets jealous over her quite easily” Gunil disclosed.

“He’s right,” Jiseok nodded in agreement.

“Ok I have an idea. Y/n is coming over this weekend, so how about we all flirt with her till Jooyeon gets so jealous he’ll be forced to realize he likes her,” Jungsu suggested.

“I think that could work,” 

“Me too,” 

“Ok so we’re all set then. Operation make Jooyeon realize he likes y/n is a go!” Jiseok proclaimed.

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You showed up at their dorm. It was no surprise when Jooyeon enthusiastically opened the door with a big smile across his face.

“Y/n is here!” he announced. The members each exchanged glances at one another before nodding. It was time to start their operation.

“Great y/n you’re here. I’ve been wanting to show you this video,” Seungmin said as he approached you casually wrapping one arm around your shoulder guiding you to where his laptop sat on the table in the dining room. He sat you down in the chair in front of his laptop and sat in the unoccupied chair next to you. He scooted his chair so close to yours that your legs would brush up against one another and placed his arm back around your shoulder before clicking play on the video. Whereas you paid no mind at all to Seungmin’s closeness, it was apparent by the look on Jooyeon’s face that he did. This feeling he could not identify bubbling up in his stomach as he watched Seungmin lean his face closer to yours to “see the screen better”

“The feeling is jealousy,” Jiseok suddenly appeared behind him.

“No it’s not, I just want to know what video they’re watching,” Jooyen defended before walking over behind you and Seungmin. Jiseok sighed at the youngest stubbornness. They’ll just have to keep trying. 

Proceeding the end of the video Jooyeon was quick to steal you away from Seungmin with the excuse of wanting to play a game with you. Quickly he grabbed your hand and dragged you to his room. He grabbed a deck of cards for you two to play with. You both decided to play badugi (it’s a type of poker) . The winner gets to flick the loser in the forehead. The time with just you and Jooyeon was cut short when the other members insisted that they wanted to play too. Deciding that it would be too cramped to play in the bedroom you all relocated to the living room sitting in a circle on the floor. The game was fun, chaotic, with some claims of cheating, because how could Gunil win four times in a row. You on the other had now lost for the third time in a row. Forehead sporting a red mark that would only get more vibrant as the members took their turns. However once it was Hyeongjun's turn he gently grabbed the sides of your face pulling you closer to blow on your red mark. Again that feeling re-erupted in Jooyeon’s stomach.

“Yeah what are you doing?” He bursted out.

“Her forehead is so red I couldn’t flick her again. I'd feel too bad” Hyeongjun replied.

“Aww Hyeonjunie cares about me” you said while playfully elbowing him in his side.

“Well let’s just end the game here and watch a movie then. For the sake of y/n’s forehead,” Jooyeon suggested.

That’s how you found yourself sandwiched between Jooyeon and Jiseok on the couch as Finding Nemo played on the t.v. A bit into watching the movie Jiseok rested his head on your shoulder. Jooyeon saw this action and once again for the third time that day the feeling returned to his stomach and the thought of shoving Jiseok’s head off your shoulder popped into his mind. He tried to ignore these things and return his attention back to the movie, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Jiseok grab a hold of your hand, playing with your fingers. The realization hit him like a truck, he was jealous, very jealous. He wanted to be the one to show you a random video he’d thought you liked. Be the one to take care of you during a game. Be the one to rest his head on your shoulder and hold your hand. He liked you. This realization is all he could think about the rest of the movie. 

The movie came to an end and Jooyeon offered to take you home since it had gotten quite late. You agreed and began your walk home side by side in a comfortable silence. Little did you know about the complete lack of comfort going on in Jooyeon’s brain. The whole walk he was trying to think of a way to confess. You were around two blocks from your house when Jooyeon suddenly stopped walking.

“Something wrong?” You questioned. 

“I-um- I just,” he lets out a laugh reaching for your hand. “...... I like you” he finally let out. “Like like you like you and really don’t know how I didn’t realize it before, but the members were flirting with you all day and I couldn’t stand it.”

“They were flirting with me?” you asked, completely puzzled.

“Yes, they were, but that’s not the point. Can you please just say if you like me or not I’m dying.” After what felt like a very long pause, at least for Jooyeon you spoke.

“I like you too.” 

“Seriously you do? You can’t take it back.” he said, eyes now filled with hope.

“Yeah I like you too. Now finish walking me home,” He firmly gripped your hand swinging them happily back and forth.  “Text me when you get back to your dorm,” You told him before making your way inside.

“Will do girlfriend,” he said cheekily, pulling you in for a hug. You parted from the hug and finished going inside your home. Upon shutting the door you hear an ecstatic “YES!” coming from the other side.

#xdh imagines #xdh x reader #xdinary heroes #xdinary heroes imagines #xdinary heroes x reader #xdh #xh jooyeon #jooyeon #jooyeon x reader #lee jooyeon

[beautifulpersonpeach]

A Rant.

A lot of you have sent me asks about how JK's solo promotions isn't the same as Jimin's and other BTS members, about JK's rumoured all-English album, about BTS doing payola (you can read my views 4th paragraph from the bottom), about how HYBE has apparently destroyed the BTS OT7 agenda...

I don't want to answer y'all for two reasons:

Perhaps some of you are newer followers, but I can only repeat myself so many times. Don't you get bored of hearing me say the same thing over and over again? /gen

I don't share the apprehension, worry, or appetite for speculation and theorizing that I'm seeing from many people on Tumblr and Twitter.

It's very possible I'm the one in La La Land and you all have good reason to be concerned. But the way I see it, a lot of hysteria is being driven by two things: (1) a very myopic pov, as though the time between June 2022 and December 2025 is the most defining period of BTS's solo careers, as though this is the best and only time for any member to make a move, leave their mark, and thrive. And that BTS/BigHit is working on the same timeline.

(2) All these conversations are being driven by people who have brought that toxic hyper-competitive feature of k-pop, inwards, into the group, and now see the members as direct competition in the narrowest and most reductive sense possible.

And I just don't relate.

I don't feel sad for Hobi on how his solo roll-out was 'sabotaged' relative to Jimin's, I don't feel angry for Joon on how his roll-out compared to JK's, I don't feel confused at JK possibly having a full English album, if anything I'm even more excited by how he's pushing himself and I think it suits him given his pronunciation is one of the best in BTS. I know he'll be more involved than with Seven given how long he's been working on his album, I just hope he doesn't sacrifice depth in his artistic and lyrical expression for a shallow, wider reach.

In my very honest opinion.

When BTS talk about wanting to be together for a really really long time, I wonder if people have sat down to really think about what that looks like. Because maybe it's just me, but I don't think it makes sense for a company/group that has operated like BigHit/BTS, to shove their grandest plans for seven individuals into a ~3 year window. Right now, it's JK getting the push, he's been very vocal and consistent about his solo ambitions for the last 4 years, and I'm glad he's getting this shot.

Also,

While I feel BigHit has become bloated and inefficient, the boys are still capable handling their affairs and I feel very comfortable not having all the answers for a business and career that isn't mine.

I have my opinions about how things could be done differently, and I think if people want to voice their dissatisfaction to the company that's obviously fine, but I don't feel sadness, anger, or pity for any of the guys in BTS in Chapter 2. Not for my biases, not for Jungkook, and certainly not for Jimin. And it's getting tedious repeating my unpopular sanctimonious opinions to people who have already made up their minds and really ought to be more honest with themselves.

Speaking of Jimin, it continues to amuse me how the top group of people who just do nawt rate this man, is his solos. It's like dejavu for the discourse around OSTs circa 2018 - 2021 all over again. PJMs complaining about how BigHit was holding him back from doing OSTs, just for Jimin to say he wasn't interested at the time. Or how in 2022 people were fretting in my inbox about how only Jimin hadn't done any solo work/promotions yet and I would put out gentle reminders about how he operates and his tendency to leapfrog the rest when he's ready, then we started getting the producer pics.

Jimin has always been a 'bigger picture' kind of guy so how can anyone blame me for not taking this latest outcry seriously when that man continues to do what he's always done: work in silence, and wow with the result.

(Does anyone really think a man with no plans would be airborne every 2 weeks, and that a company with no desire to market him would be paying for and managing those plans?)

Not to be dismissive of people who wanted a stronger American push for Jimin's debut, while I agree he would've benefitted from a more targeted push, I genuinely think Jimin has always been better suited for Europe anyway.

I mean, look at him.

*

Anon from yesterday said they envisioned Jungkook doing a song/video like Troye Sivan's Rush... I didn't comment on it yesterday, but Anon, personally, I've never seen Jungkook as capable of making a song like that. Jungkook will never make anything like that. The only person in BTS who has the range for that sort of provocation and subtext, is Jimin. And the market that will fully embrace that sort of art isn't America, it's Europe. In my opinion.

We'll see what his plans are.

Anyway, I'm not sure how more tactfully I can say this, but my blog isn't the place to be if you feel some type of way about seeing Jungkook succeed like this relative to your bias, if you think his promotion and success is at the expense of your bias, and so on. It's not even that I care about some vague OT7 ideal, it's that while I understand the anger and heightened emotions a lot of you feel, I just cannot relate to it. And it won't be enjoyable for either of us if you come to me with asks about it because we think very differently about the group and our relation to BTS.

You can mark this post to revisit in 6 months so we can compare notes.

#...if you're still in the fandom #maybe later after I've had some coffee I'll be feeling more up to answering all those asks #bts #bangtan #jimin #park jimin #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jikook #hobi #kookmin #bang pd #bighit #bts fandom #bts army #fandom behaviour

[betweenlands]

[ID: Two asks from my inbox. The first is from @12u3ie and reads "Drop the essay, Solar /nf". The second is from @artisticgryfess and reads "wait no tell me about joe being technos hels". /End ID]

holy shit you guys i'm not even a hermitcraft or dsmp blog rn. fair enough this is a longstanding conspiracy theory of mine, though. ok, so. Joe Is Techno's Hels, the not-an-essay (mainly because i'm not going to cite SHIT, this is PURELY in the realm of headcanon/theory except if i explicitly indicate something is supported by canon)

so, the joke theory starts like this: back when hermitcraft/dsmp crossovers were first getting popular, there were a lot of crack theories about "hels!joe is technoblade" because... well, a lot of factors. they're both loosely english majors (i know joe is a history major just humor me), both slightly strange guys who operate by their own logic, both have somewhat similar (ish?) accents, both have a very deadpan sense of humor and incredible delivery on that deadpan, and most of all both of them Cannot Be Killed In A Way That Matters.

however, i am your local Hels Analyst, no like seriously there's so much weird shit about helsknight we haven't discussed yet, and one (implied? this is a theory but i feel it holds water) thing that's always been key to me about Hels versions is... they represent bad traits present in the original individual. whether or not those bad traits are the Objectively Bad ones or the traits the original self-identifies as bad is pretty up in the air right now (welsknight come off anon i just need you to tell me if helsknight likes pineapple on pizza it is absolutely fucking critical to our understanding of hels lore) but we'll be going with the latter, for reasons i'll explain later and by later i mean right now.

so! assuming there are hels versions of more players than just welsknight (i cannot stress enough how much we technically don't know this in canon -- it can reasonably be extrapolated but we really aren't sure!), that brings up an interesting issue with techno being joe's hels.

joe is not a particularly violent person.

"well solar," you say, "what does that have to do with techno being joe's hels?"

"well, strawman i have made up to make this long-ass post more visually broken-up and less formal-feeling," i reply, "hels versions of players only exhibit traits that are present in the original person." and this is confirmed canon, by the way -- wels himself has explicitly cited specific ways he can sometimes suck that are directly visible in the way helsknight acts!

so. joe is not a particularly violent person, and... okay yes listen i know there's a lot of very good writing on how technoblade isn't entirely 100% down for violence all the time and maybe wants to peacefully retire, okay. i get it. i am not calling techno a murder machine all i'm saying is that one of them enjoys pvp enough that he helped train other people and the other one is recording as he always does from nashville tennessee. i am a variety mcyt blogger and the only dsmp essay i have ever written before now is about how the tftsmp metaplot parallels redstoner. just bear with me.

imo joe also exhibits a lot of self-awareness about his own bad qualities as a character, and none of those traits are really... present in technoblade? but here's where it gets interesting.

i am no genius and certainly no master c!technoblade analyst, but if we assume technoblade trained to become a fighter and identified certain of his traits as being Not Ideal for someone who focuses on pvp and being a strong pigman, we can. kind of see those traits in joe, even if we can assume technoblade has learned enough to stop displaying those traits:

will commit to the bit even if it's inconvenient for him

obnoxious about whatever form of literature is closest to him

will start quoting from that work of literature to fit the situation even when it totally doesn't fit the situation

zero bloodlust and an active need to avoid direct conflict; a tendency towards pacifism even

malicious compliance

perfectly timed awful timing

overwhelming amounts of Just Some Guy and also English Major energy

exceedingly stubborn and would rather go through a problem than around it; will also see a tunnel through a mountain and climb over the hill instead

and. hm! yeah that feels like a joe hills description. you could make a joe hills out of this. add to that the fact that both of them refuse to die, but technoblade never dies whereas joe conquers death by dying over and over and coming back repeatedly out of sheer spite -- yeah i'd say joe could very easily be seen as the hels of the two.

and if Hels, the dimension, is the hostile and horrible place that helsknight claims it is -- where "everyone's unyielding and everyone there rebels" -- well, only one of them has a (mostly) canonical backstory that involves struggling through a hellish landscape designed by a hostile architect who wishes to cause pain and suffering. and it's not technoblade.

#anyway! i hope this helsknight finds you before i do #i have to go feed Animals in my House now. thanks for humoring me #yt #txt #ask #orig #solar scraps #solar scrawls #12u3ie #artisticgryfess #technoblade #joe hills #joehills #hermits #dsmp #hc x dsmp

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Kalina, UMP45, AK12, and M16A1 walking in to find their S/O being buried by the strays the Commander keeps adopting, please!

Okay seriously, we are in the Arctic, where the HELL do these animals keep coming from?

Kalina walks into the rescue station in order to double check if her paperwork was correct.

Only to see her S/O completely overrun with many of the smaller animals, Kalina failing to contain her laughter.

(Kalina) "Hah, oh my god! Need some help there?"

(S/O) "W-Why do we have so many?!"

(Kalina) "It raises morale for the T-Dolls and other personnel around base. It's certainly raising mine watching you get mauled!"

(S/O) "Are you coming to help or not, Kalina?!"

(Kalina) "Aaaactually, better idea! Stay there, and I can do a headcount of everyone. Thanks for making my job easy!"

Kalina says with a cheeky wink, and checks her clipboard, pretending not to hear S/O as they're buried alive by many four legged furballs.

45 wasn't at the base very often due to the nature of her operations, so it surprised her when she learned about the rescue station.

She decided to investigate it out of curiousity before seeing S/O struggling to wrangle a herd of kittens and puppies who were making so much noise.

(S/O) "45! Thank god you're here!"

UMP45 chuckles, walking in and helping S/O by leaning down and petting the animals, many of them coming to her.

(UMP45) "See you got your hands full. How long has this been here?"

(S/O) "Uh, I think even before the Commander started working here. As to why this is here, I haven't got a clue."

45 shrugged and mindlessly started petting the small animals that walked up to her.

Her smile softened upon seeing S/O struggling to feed some of the kittens who were crawling on them.

(UMP45) "Heh. You're pretty good with animals."

(S/O) "You call this pretty good?!"

(UMP45) "...Hm, yeah you're right. You suck."

12 noticed her S/O was in the rescue station, judging by the radar. She decided to walk in to see what S/O was doing, before being greeted with S/O carrying multiple bags of food trying not to step on any of them.

(AK-12) "Would you like some help?~"

(S/O) "PLEASE."

AK-12 giggled at their panicked reaction, quickly stepping in and distributing the food evenly.

She noticed one of the kittens began nudging at her hand, which she gave it a pet in response.

(AK-12) "Are there any wolves here? I think I'd prefer to pet those instead."

(S/O) "Psh, please. Last thing we need in here are predators, and worst of all I think Kalina and the Commander would actually let them..."

(AK-12) "Is that such a bad thing?"

(S/O) "For me it is!"

(AK-12) "Well, not my problem.~"

(S/O) sigh

(M16A1) "Oh my god, they're adorable!"

(S/O) "M16, make sure you don't reek of booze before touching the animals."

M16 looked offended at that remark.

(M16A1) "Wha-Oh come on! I haven't even drank today yet! I just wanna pet the cute dogs!"

(S/O) "They have a keen sense of smell, you might scare them."

(M16A1) "That's a load of bull! I bet they'll love me! Besides, you don't mind getting close to me at night!"

(S/O) "T-That's different!"

(M16A1) "Hmph, my ass!"

She picked up one of the puppies pawing at her legs and was tempted to flip her S/O off.

(M16A1) "See, the little guy-"

(S/O) "Girl."

(M16A1) "-Girl, loves me!"

#girls' frontline imagines #girls' frontline headcanons #girls' frontline x reader #kalina x reader #ump45 x reader #ak 12 x reader #m16a1 x reader #kalina gfl #ump45 gfl #ak 12 gfl #m16a1 gfl

[feralforfrank]

LOVE CONFESSIONS IN THE DARK.

BRADLEY "ROOSTER" BRADSHAW X FEM!READER

summary you've been tasked to grab your clean clothes from the laundry room during a storm. little do you know, a certain someone has a similar task.

cw ANGST, but it's the last time. FLUFF. kind of bad writing. storms, thunder, the dark. feelings!!! miscommunication fr, definitely not how the navy operates, but idc. NON-DESCRPTIVE READER. TELL ME IF I MISSED ANYTHING.

a/n THE LONG AWAITED LAST PT3 IS HEREEEE. im feeling kind of...weird about the ending. i like it, but i dont love it. i hope you peeps enjoy it, though!! sorry for taking so long to write and post it :/

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Sunday noon came around quicker than you wanted it. You'd slept until eleven and elected to stay in bed until it was time to eat. When that time came, you ate Penny's homemade burritos that Nix had sneaked in without the boys seeing.

The two of you ate in your bed and then laid back down. Phoenix was literally on top of you, her hands supporting her head. If Hangman were to walk in now, he'd never let her live this down. Badass Nix with messy bed hair, practically cuddling her heartbroken friend. It was a rare sight.

"I'm exhausted, Nix. I wish I'd never opened my goddamn mouth." You sighed, rubbing your temples.

You were tired. After your confession, you raced back here, flopped under the covers and cried, much like the night before. You wanted to take everything back—every word, movement and facial expression. Rooster hated you, and that was the only way you could get close to him—the hatred—but now you've shattered that wall. 

He doesn't like me. I ruined whatever connection we had. Fuck that stupid mouth of mine. Why did I have to react so poorly both times? He's not mine. I want him to be mine. No. Yes. Fucking hell, this headache. Can't we go back to normal—our normal? That has been your train of thoughts for God knows how long, and it was seriously tiring you out.

"Everything will work out for you. Rooster is full of surprises," Phoenix responded reassuringly.

You looked at her weirdly. "What kind of fucking riddle is that? Have you lost your mind?"

She just laughed, sitting up. "Shut up. I know what I'm saying."

You were about to reply when the screech of the bunkroom door caught your attention. "Oh my God!" Fanboy shouted, closing the door again. "Am I interrupting something?" 

You snorted. "Have you never heard of knocking?" You yelled back.

"What are you doing on top of each other, man?" He sounded traumatised. You giggled.

"None of your business!"

"Whatever, man. I came in to tell you it's going to storm real hard soon. Prepare for a blackout."

"Okay, thanks!" You hear the shuffling of feet moving away from your door and groan.

Phoenix makes a move to stand up. As if she knows what you're thinking, she speaks up. "I'm not going."

"Oh, please, Nix! You know how much I hate it down there! Especially if it's storming out," you whine but to no avail.

"You're in the Navy, for Christ's sake. And it's a quick job. Go in, grab the clothes, and come back. I already put them in the dryer. You only have to fetch them."

You groan but get up as well, blindly searching for your phone and earbuds. If you were going in that dark, scary laundry room, you'd at least do it your way. And who's a better companion than Taylor Swift?

—

It was early in the evening when all lights shut off. The heater in your room stopped groaning, and you concluded that the expected blackout was happening now. Nix was sleeping in her bunk above you, and you sighed. You'd put off going to the laundry room in hopes of Natasha changing her mind, but there was no way you were getting out of it now.

You really didn't want to face Bradshaw, and there was a big chance you would in the hallways. Unfortunately for you, no one has invented time travel yet, so you're destined to bump into him at some point. You work together, for fuck's sake. It's impossible to ignore him forever.

So, you gather yourself, put a hoodie over your t-shirt with the nearest civilian shoes, and plug your earphones before pressing play on Taylor Swift and blindly find the door. The backup generator is up and running, for the hallway lights are on. 

A few people are conversing and leaning on their bedroom doors. Some greet you with a nod and a smile, and you shoot them one back, ducking your head so as not to be spotted by your friends—who are likely hanging out with Rooster.

You arrive at the laundry room and immediately get to work. There's no one else in here, and it's cold. You feel like a child, shivering in fear as if a ghost will pop up from a corner. The music is blasting, and you're grateful, for the eeriness of this place makes you jumpy. Fuck, it's so dark.

Unbeknownst to you, Bradley was also on laundry duty. He'd put it off as much as he could, even paying Hangman to do it once. He hated the silence in that freezing room and how far away it was from everyone.

So, here he was, trying to walk as quietly as possible; so no admiral ghosts pop up to scare him. Lucky for him, he only had to put them in the bin, press a few buttons and be out of there in seconds.

He's startled when he sees you. Well, he spots your back, but he knows it's you. The unmistakable Taylor Swift tune reaches his ears. Bradley leans against the doorframe, watching as you bop your head and slightly move your hips while you hum the lyrics. 

He chuckles. Your undying love for the singer was the cause for your callsign, although not many people knew that. You made up a story about how quick you're in the air—that's why people call you that. But he knows.

And he loves his knowledge over that little detail about you because it's so significant. Bradley loves memorising things about you—from how you struggle to french braid your hair to how you like Heineken beer more than Corona because you don't like the stupid connection it has to Fast and Furious.

I miss you. The words are on the tip of Rooster's lips, but he doesn't dare say them. He wanted to give you space and time to rethink your words because—surprise, surprise—he's been in love with you for God-knows-how long. And he wants you to love him back, truly, but he doesn't want to freak you out. So, he'll gladly settle with watching you dance to Taylor while trying to hide the fond smile taking over his features.

A loud crack of thunder startles the both of you. The place goes completely black. Bradley moves off the doorframe, but you drop the half-filled basket with a gasp. A soft fuck escapes your lips, and Bradley decides to close the distance between you and help.

His hands look for your waist, wanting to help you up. He hadn't thought about how isolated you were from the world. You don't have time to move away from the hands circling around you, and a yelp escapes your lips when you hit something solid. One earbud falls off in the process.

You fight to move away and swat the person—God, please let it be a person and not an actual fucking ghost—with a shirt. You cry for it to get away, but the arms find your waist again while the person hushes you.

Bradley. It's Bradley. He's holding you tightly, shushing you, and you gulp deep breaths, trying to calm down. Your heart beat fast from what has happened, and because holy shit, Bradley Bradshaw is holding you.

You have to move away—your skin is on fucking fire. So much for ignoring him.

You push him, turning on your phone's torch. "What the fuck, Bradshaw? I almost had a heart attack." You hit him with the shirt you're still holding.

"I didn't mean to scare you. I was here to do my laundry, but the lights went out." He leaves out the part where he watched you dance. "I heard your basket fall, and I wanted to help."

And suddenly, oxygen is no longer making its way to your lungs, and your whole body is tense. Bradley is right here, in front of you, staring at you with his hands on his hips. And he also knows how you really feel about him. He has to go now.

"You, uh, you can go do your thing," you stutter, pushing your hair out of your face, your eyes never finding his. "I'll finish this on my own."

"No." It's nothing but a statement. "I'm not leaving you all alone down here."

Your heart warms, and the corner of your mouth lifts oh-so-slightly.

"Aren't you doing your laundry?"

"Fuck that. I'll do it tomorrow."

"Alright." You get back to picking your clothes out of the bin.

The silence between you lies somewhere between tense and comfortable. You feel at ease with Rooster here, knowing that no harm will come to you before him, but you can't help but feel awkward since he knows about your feelings now. The lights turn back on, and you have to make your blush disappear before he notices.

You ignore how your stomach turns—butterflies and anxiety—and close the washing machine bin's door when you finish. Well, you at least try to. The door won't latch, making you look like an idiot pushing the washing machine for no reason.

"Here, let me help." Oh my fucking God.

Rooster is hovering above you now, his hand replacing yours. He pushes the machine's door hard, and you hear the satisfying click. 

You can feel his breath down your shoulder, but you try not to tense. Your head spins to him involuntarily, and your eyes meet his. Your eyes fall from his eyes to his lips, and he does the same. Oh my God. Does he want to kiss you?

Your question is answered three long seconds later by him crushing his soft lips onto yours. It's like how all those novels and poets describe it. Instant fireworks. Your body tingles, and your heart pounds so hard that you think it'll rip off your chest. His hand encircles your waist, and you tighten your hold around a random shirt.

He's doing this out of pity. And just like that, the dream you've had for God knows how long is shattered by your own thoughts. You have to pull away.

"W-We can't do this, Rooster."

Your eyes meet his as you touch your lips. They're tingling, scratch that, your whole body feels like it's been electrocuted. He looks hurt and confused as he pants a few feet away from you.

"Why?" It sounds so sad.

"B-Because you don't like me, Rooster. I know you hate me, but I don't want something I've dreamed of for so long to get destroyed because of your silly antics." You sound even sadder.

"Is that what you think?"

"It's not a thought, Bradshaw. I know it. I've seen it with my own eyes." Tears have gathered in your eyes. Fuck, those mood swings.

Bradley exhales deeply. "I don't hate you, Swift. Never in my life have I felt what I feel when I'm around you. I feel all hot and tingly when you walk past me. My cheeks burn like a kid when your comments involve my love life, because deep down, I want you to be the protagonist of my fantasies, not some random girl I met at the Hard Deck.

Your jokes and your talent, your wit and your beauty—I love them. Your charm and ability to persuade everyone into doing chores for you are my favourite. I love listening to you talk, sarcastically or not, because you always have something to say.

Do you know how many times I've eavesdropped on you and Phoenix so I could learn more about you? I know about your hatred for Fast and Furious movies, your obvious Taylor Swift adoration, and the one time you got hammered and thought you were talking to her. 

I love knowing all those details about you, and it's not because I can use them against you. They're what make you...well, you! You're nothing like the girls I've met in my life. You're extraordinary, and I..."

He hesitates.

"Is this...Did Natasha put you up to this? I swear I don't want your pity and fake love confessions, Bradley. You don't have to pretend to be in love with me—"

"But I am! I am madly in love with you. The kind of love that is so dangerous and—and so crushing. I want to be with you every second of the day, annoy you, and make you smile. It's all I've ever wanted for years now."

Your eyes are wide and glossy, eyebrows raised in shock and confusion, and so many emotions. 

"I love you, Swift," he confirms.

"Prove it." Your words are merely a whisper.

Despite the hard rain and thundering outside, your voice is the only melody in Bradley's ears. And he doesn't hesitate. He crushes his lips against yours again, this time with hunger, passion, frustration and love. You kiss back with just as much force, but before you know it, you're pulling back, gasping for breath.

Bradley's hands are cupping your cheeks, and his forehead is touching yours. Your breaths mingle as you stare up at him. Your fingers grip his shirt tightly. 

"Is that enough proof for you?" He whispers.

You lightly shrug. "I still haven't forgiven you for almost calling me a slut." That's a lie—you have. You forgave him as soon as your head hit the pillow yesterday. He didn't mean it.

He sighs a long, sad sigh. "Please, let me make it up to you. I was a—a jerk. A complete and utter idiot. I don't deserve your love, but please, I need it. Give me a chance to prove how much I love you." Your heart clenches, and a smile tugs at your lips. 

"You can make it up to me as long as you want, Bradley Bradshaw."

He smiles back, and you think; this is it. This is heaven on earth. Bradley Bradshaw—the man you've longed for so long—smiling at you with nothing but adoration. You're heart feels light and free.

You don't want the moment to end.

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[quillquiver]

Happy 2nd anniversary to those two old guys from supernatural [[ao3]]

Their room is a mess.

It’s not their fault; though they’re largely retired, Claire and Kaia needed backup on a nearby mystery monster situation. So Cas’d cracked open the books and Dean had packed a duffle and when they’d stopped hearing from the kids, they’d gone in after them. ’Course, by the time they’d gotten back they’d pretty much just shed their viscera-covered clothing and dropped into bed.

Bright winter sun streams in through the window, causing Dean to groan and Cas to burrow further into his pillow. The duffle has been thrown at the closet door, the thing busted open and swollen with weaponry. Cas’s angel blade thigh holster hangs off the bottom-right bed post and Dean’s gun sits atop the dresser. The room smells like sewage and monster guts, which isn’t exactly ideal for a second wedding anniversary, but Dean figures they’ve done worse; last year, Jack had been so sick they’d spent the day trying to stop his puking. 

But Jack is with Sam and Eileen today, and after a shower and a change of sheets, Operation: Oops We Did It Again can finally commence. Starting, hopefully, with a vat of coffee and Dean getting fucked silly as many times as they can swing it. 

“Cas,” he whines, eyes closed. He shakes his shoulder. “Coffee.”

“You do it,” Cas says.

“Did it last time.”

Cas slaps at Dean’s hands. “M’gonna burn it.”

“S’automatic, you loser.”

“Can’t.” He rolls over. Tucking his face into the juncture of Dean’s neck, Cas applies half-asleep kisses everywhere he can reach, mumbling nonsense about how good and strong Dean is, how he’s the best provider and so manly and wouldn’t he prefer to make the coffee?

Dean stumbles out of bed grumbling.

Cas smiles. “I love you,” he murmurs, eyes still closed. 

Yeah, Dean bets he does.

By the time he comes back with two mugs and his present under his arm, Cas has moved from his side of the bed to Dean’s, his head face-down in Dean’s pillow. Dean still has no idea how he manages to breathe like that. “Hey, Sleeping Beauty. C’mon.”

Cas groans.

“Cas, seriously. There’s shit all over the room, I need you to grab this.”

He rises from the bed like a zombie from the grave, sitting up and offering his hands. As soon as the mug is cupped between his palms he sighs. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

“I love you.”

“I know.”

“Kiss.”

Dean grins. Pecks his mouth. “We’re so nasty,” he says. “Feel like I need to go through a human car wash.”

“Mm.” His blue eyes are only barely open. “Made it though.”

“Yeah by the skin of our teeth.” Dean frowns at his mug. “Gettin’ old.”

“For fighting, maybe. For everything else...” Cas shrugs. Smiles. “I think you deserve a real retirement.”

Dean purses his lips. They haven’t really talked about going whole hog on their apple pie life yet, and it’s not something he really wants to think about; if his family’s in trouble, he’s just supposed to sit around with his thumb up his ass? He’d never leave Jack, how could he leave Claire and Kaia?

“We don’t have to decide right now,” Cas says, clearly more awake. He shrugs. “It might be something to think about. I don’t like it, but Sam and Eileen’s network has been doing great things. And I think we scared Claire.”

“Yeah,” Dean chews his lip, distracted. “Maybe.”

“...Is that for me?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah.” Smiling, again, Dean takes the badly-wrapped package from under his arm and offers it. “It’s, uh, nothin’, y’know. Just... yeah. Happy anniversary.”

Cas kisses him, soft and sweet. “What is it?”

“You have to open it, you dork.”

“Alright, well...” Cas stretches and reaches under the bed, bringing up a present of his own. “Happy anniversary to you, too.”

Dean grins. “Open mine first.”

Cas’s gift is a riotously coloured cotton sweatshirt and short set. The thing looks like it’s been pulled right out of the 90s, soft and bright and Cas smiles so big his gums show. “I’m going to wear it once I’ve showered.”

“You don’t have to—”

“I want to.” He leans in for another kiss, grinning when Dean chases as he pulls away. “Open yours.”

Dean shakes his head, moving to press soft, wet kisses across Cas’s top lip. “Wanna make it last.”

Cas gives as good as he gets, shuffling until he’s practically in Dean’s lap. Their empty mugs have gotten lost in the dirty sheets somewhere, hands holding and squeezing and grabbing as the kiss deepens to something sexy and slow. Cas has this way this way of kissing that makes it feel like the main event. “Trust me,” he breathes. “We’re going to want what’s in there for the next part.”

“The shower?” Dean teases, leaning in again.

Cas nips his bottom lip. “The sex.”

Dean tears into the wrapping paper. 

“Oh hell yeah.”

Sheets. 

“Egyptian cotton,” Cas grins. “500 thread count.”

“Mm, talk dirty to me.”

“Single-ply,” he says lowly. “Hand-dyed.”

“Oh baby.”

They beam at each other. 

“Thanks, man,” Dean says. “I love ’em.”

“That’s only part of your gift,” he explains matter-of-factly. “I also plan to fuck you on those sheets. And to have pizza delivered later.”

“Hot.”

They make-out for longer than they probably should given how gross they are, until Cas is trying to hump him like some over-eager teenager and Dean is rapidly forgetting why they shouldn’t just add to the mess (the answer: that would be disgusting). “Sweetheart, we gotta—we should—”

“What if we just, ah, like this. Then later—”

Dean shakes his head. “Want it to last. I want—”

“I can do that. I can—fuck—”

“Cas, if you come without fucking me I’m gonna be pissed.”

Cas wrenches away, frustrated. “Then just let me—”

“Woah,” Dean interrupts. “What’s the rush? Sweetheart, hey. Castiel.” But Cas refuses to meet his eyes. Dean cups his face. Cas grips his wrists. “Talk to me.”

“I love you,” he blurts out.

Dean frowns. “Yeah, I love you, too.”

“I love you so much,” Cas says, like it’s a confession. Like it’s being ripped out of him. “I’m here. We’re married. We almost died. And I just—Dean, I don’t know—There’s something wrong with me, I—”

Dean’s eyes soften. “Nah, there’s nothing wrong with you.”

“Sorry,” Cas croaks, squeezing his eyes shut as if to stop himself from crying. “I want you. I-I want—So I don’t understand why I’m—I was fine. I’m fine.”

“Yeah,” Dean agrees. “You are.” His dirty fingers thumb away tear tracks from the apple of Cas’s cheek. “Look, sometimes... we think we’re fine but we’re overwhelmed, y’know? S’okay.”

“I wanted to take care of you today.”

“Who says the day’s over?” Dean asks. “We’re gonna go take a nice long shower and I’m gonna wash your hair, and then I’m gonna go order like 40 pizzas and choose a movie, ’cause you owe me for coffee this morning. Then we’ll shove everything in the wash, and change the sheets, and you’re gonna fuck me so good I’ll feel it for the rest of the week.” Cas huffs a laugh. Dean smiles. “Darlin’,” he murmurs. “We’ll talk about hunting.”

Cas bites his lip. “I don’t want to die,” he breathes. “I only just got you back.”

The smallness of his voice hangs in the air between them. Dean feels something in him break. “...Yeah,” he swallows thickly. “I know.”

“But I don’t want to leave Claire if she needs help,” Cas argues with himself. “And you love hunting, I don’t want—”

“Alright well, first of all I don’t love hunting.”

“You know what I mean.”

“We’ll figure it out,” Dean promises. “We always do.” They’re quiet as he rubs at the cut of Cas’s jaw, a smile teasing at the corner of his mouth. “Not to change the subject or anything,” he eventually says. “But that was some serious real adult shit right there.” Cas rolls his red-rimmed eyes. Dean puffs out his chest. “C’mon, you gonna tell me I didn’t just make that conversation my bitch? I win at relationships, man.”

Despite the smile creeping across his face, Cas shakes his head. “I don’t think that’s how it works.”

“Whatever, I’m totally winning.”

Cas squints. “You routinely put things away without asking where they go. And then you forget about them, like a squirrel.”

“Please, you leave your shit all over the place. What am I supposed to do? Just walk right on by?”

“Yes! You...” Cas trails off, eyeing Dean’s shit-eating grin with a grimace. “Fine. Yes. Thank you. You’re very good at relationships.”

“Some would even say...” Dean prompts.

“They’d be wrong,” Cas says simply. “If the sample size is the rest of our lives, there’s no way to tell you’ve won yet.” A shrug. “And as we aren’t even through the whole day today, the jury still seems to be out on that, too. Sorry.” He doesn’t sound sorry. 

Dean hums. “So what you’re saying is, we should get in the shower to figure out who’s better.”

“As a start, yes.”

“Cool.”

Dean’s halfway to the bathroom when he suddenly pulled into a hug. Cas steps in and around until they’re pressed chest to chest, clinging to him in a way that would have broken bones if he was still an angel. He pulls away with a kiss to Dean’s closed mouth. “Thank you,” he says emphatically. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’ll never stop being thankful for it.”

A blush explodes across the bridge of Dean’s nose. “That’s cheating.”

“I meant it.”

Dean looks at him, helpless. “Cas.”

Cas stares his fill until he’s apparently done, nodding to himself before leading Dean, by the hand, into the bathroom. “Come.”

Dean does, for the record.

#destiel #destiel fic #destiel anniversary #happy anniversary dean and cas! #fluff #lemon-y #hurt/comfort #kinda #adventures in fanfic #man this was supposed to be so short #and then took me like 2.5hrs #oops

[tanglebrookwrites]

I forgot about this...

So I was a huge Marvel fan (still am, but not as huge, now I'm literally a one track mind on FNAF).

And so, I gathered quotes.

Quotes that I... may or may not have rewritten for certain characters.

For example...

When Rocket Raccoon insults Taserface about his name...

I rewrote it for uh... Michael.

"I just keep imagining you waking up in the morning, Father, looking in the mirror and then in all seriousness, saying to yourself, 'You know what would be a really good name? Springtrap!'"

Like... I forgot how sarcastic, funny, and sassy I made him with some of these lines.

Another one is when Michael gets fired (for some reason or another).

"I recognize that Fazbear Entertainment has made a decision, but given that it's a stupid-ass decision, I've elected to ignore it."

Yet another is something Michael says to Jeremy.

"Don't do anything I would do, and definitely don't do anything I wouldn't do. There's a little gray area in there, and that's where you operate."

And then there's other things.

Like when a programmer is muttering to themself, right before inserting the pathfinding code from an old circuit board into their new game.

"I don't know what you've got inside you already. The mix could be... a little glitchy."

Another great line is when William is ranting to Michael towards the end of the whole thing. And then Michael straight up replies

"You're embarrassing yourself; it looks desperate."

Another favorite line of mine that I rewrote was what Henry says when he realizes he has to let Michael head back to William.

"Whatever happens tomorrow, you must promise me one thing. That you will stay who you are. Not William's perfect successor, but a kind boy."

I just... I'm going through all my background information right now to combine things, and I stumbled upon this pile of veritable gold.

I don't know if I'm going to use them, though.

#fnaf #five nights at freddys #fnaf roots remain au #michael afton #fnaf michael afton

[seradae]

My Queen [FF] [monsterfucking] [naga] [alcohol mention]

I remember the first time I saw her; I don't think I'll ever forget it. I was sitting at a lesbian bar, somehow still fending off frat bros from the local university whom either didn't recognize or didn't respect the clear message being sent to them. She was sitting a few stools down and after the third guy approached, I saw she was watching and gave her the "seriously?" look. She gave back the expected eyeroll and then stopped to think for a moment, seeming to zone out. Then it happened.

For a moment, I saw her. The real her. Her face, her eyes, her hair, her blouse -- they all remained. But the stool was gone. Her legs were gone. She was taller, held up by what seemed to be a massive… snake tail. Snake body? I blinked and she was back to human. I pushed my drink away and asked the bartender for a coke, worried that one of the frat guys from earlier had slipped something into my drink. She noticed my distress and came to sit next to me. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you."

I understood the words she said, but I couldn't understand what they meant. Entirely thrown off, the only thing I could think to say was, "what?"

"You didn't imagine it. I just pulled down my veil for a moment. I'm sorry that I scared you; if you'd like me to leave you alone, I totally understand," she seemed so confident and yet so sad. This wasn't the first time she'd been through this.

I took a sip of my drink and thanked the bartender, thinking carefully about my next words. "You leaving is the last thing I want."

----------

We were virtually inseparable after that night. We talked until the bar closed, then went to a 24 hour deli to continue, only parting once the sun began to rise. She had shed her veil entirely an hour or so into our conversation, letting me see the real her for the remainder of the night. We talked about her nature, the struggles she experienced connecting with humans, and those critical little things like our musical tastes and favorite food. When she got home, she texted me a 'thank you' for accepting and listening to her, which I rejected; I owed her thanks for opening my eyes to this whole hidden world.

Our first date was the next night. Well, it started that night, but we ended up spending the next three days together. The first time she kissed me -- really kissed me -- I felt the strong muscles of her lower body writhing against me and knew that I was done for; she could have me any way she wanted.

And that's how we ended up here. A human pet, collared and lovingly taken care of in a way I never considered possible. I had my own room in her house, but I never stayed there, choosing instead to sleep with my naga queen. She was so kind, so loving, so gentle, and so positively twisted in the bedroom, I couldn't resist her if I wanted to.

She never again used her human veil with me, but she did use her powers in more creative ways. One day, we had been in bed making out, just enjoying each other's bodies and minds. She slid her fingers into me and was kissing me passionately, the two halves of her tongue dancing around mine. She fucked me until I couldn't see straight, begging her to let me cum, but she kept saying, "not yet, my lovely pet." When I couldn't take any more, the world shimmered for a moment and she had a second set of arms. They didn't exist, but my body couldn't tell any different.

She pinned my wrists to the bed, towering over me and staring into my eyes. Another hand made its way to my throat, squeezing the sides gently and making me whimper, all the while continuing to fuck me hard and fast. "Cum for me, pet," she said sultrily and I obeyed immediately, the edges of my vision darkening as the bloodflow to my brain was cut off momentarily. I had never experienced an orgasm that forceful, like my body was trying to split itself in a million different directions at once. She released my throat but kept fucking me, every fiber of my being operating only at her direction. "Such a good little fucktoy for your queen, aren't you," she teased as she drew orgasm after orgasm from me.

When she finally let me stop, she held me close and kissed my forehead, cooing, "I love you, pet. You did such a wonderful job." I slept so well in her arms, safe and happy and fulfilled.

#txt #nsftumblr #domme posting #bd/sm relationship #wlw love #wlw #monsterfucking nsft #the real monster was the friend we made along the way #naga

[musashi]

where did you buy the maya plush? :0

ebay.

ace attorney is not like pokemon, where i can just look at merch and instantly appraise it, so i cannot say for certain what the fuck is going on here, but anyone who's been around looking desperately for the san-ei plushies knows that listings are insanely hard to come by. i've seen apollo, phoenix, and miles floating around offerup and letgo and mercari for hundreds of dollars, even pushing into the thousands because they are so rare and limited. maya i had never seen a listing for, which is good, because that plush was a grail of mine and i knew i would spend fucked up amounts of money if i ever did see her.

i don't know when these ebay listings started, but here's what allowed her to fly undetected under my radar for so long: all the listings so far have used the japanese names for the characters. generally ebay listings tend to be as wordy and full of names and brands as possible to get more clicks, but no, in all of them they just use her japanese name exclusively. so i could not find her. until i did.

here's where things get tricky: i have no idea how to identify bootlegs when it comes to ace attorney plush. there are some tricks and tips i know with pokemon but aa is less of a merch-focused community. but maya seems awfully legit--i own pokemon plush by the same company and the quality is certainly to standard, everything is where it should be, and the hang tag looks exactly like the ones i've seen in more expensive and clearly genuine listings.

gold foil capcom sticker and all.

since i don't collect AA merch quite as seriously as pokemon, i didn't actually mind the possibility of it being a bootleg. this maya plush (as you can see from the fact that i yanked the hang off, something i never do with other plush i own) was something i needed purely for aesthetics/snuggles. she is my vn waifu and she is so cute and happy. look at her. i am going to smooch her little head.

so, what happened here? no idea. all these sellers are japan-based, so i am wondering if they're just a third party and have some overstock they're selling off. no fucking clue, but the whole operation seems legit, albeit pricey.

i will repeat: ALBEIT PRICEY, but way cheaper than these plush HAVE been going for. like i said, i saw apollo for over 1k once. miles and phoenix i've seen go for 300-600. maya might as well have not existed.

oh! and they are not secondhand. maya came in plastic, the same plastic i've seen in other listings. so these plush are NEW.

tl;dr the plush are genuine, and cheaper than they've been secondhand despite being new. the quality is great, and if you've been hurting for one, i would highly recommend jumping on them before they vanish again.

Maya

Phoenix

(no miles or apollo yet. at the moment, these are the lowest listings i can find, but feel free to wait and see if any cheaper ones show up/prices get lowered. i anticipate they are all from the same seller under different names, just look for japan-based shipping! mine was from this user.)

Good luck!

#wendy answers #Anonymous #ace attorney #pwaa #EDIT: sdfggdf maya sold fast. nice #theres another for a bit more up rn

[lavender-sunhaven]

So how do we feel about that update

because I'm obsessed

Sheds are changing my life. This is exactly what I wanted. I'm so happy.

(this got really long so I'll put my thoughts under a read more! spoilers for, the update I guess!)

I am speedrunning sheds immediately. I have already found some places to set them up and figured out how I can fit my entire crafting operations into 2 sheds. Now I just need to move over all the stuff in the chests in my one barn so that I can replace it with the shed and put the barn elsewhere.

Then I can use shed 3 for storage as I've wanted so badly so I don't need nearly so many hecking chests everywhere. Shed 4.... I actually don't know what I'll use it for yet. I actually have options! Maybe I will dress it up like a cute little room, or keep some of my pet collection in it, or fill it with stuffed animals, or see if I can make a cute little flower shop like Lavender would want.... I'm excited. I have options again. And assuming I can find somewhere else to put my other barn, that opens up a lot for me.

Also the barn upgrades are great. They don't take up any more space than before, they look cool, sure they give me more junk that I have to remove to fit more animals in but that's always the truth so it's neat. Now I have... ladders I guess. But I can store them in my shed!

But also. Nel'Vari barns. I am. SO excited

the moment I saw. that they had added in a frog barn animal. I knew. I would need Nel'Vari barns immediately. I love him I need 10 of these things right now immediately

All the new animals are so cute! I'm excited to get stuff set up so that I can put them places and gain their resources.

To that end, though, I realized that Nel'Vari barns were going to require me to actually do Progression that I hadn't done yet (because so far I hadn't really found anything I wanted that required Nel'Vari mines stuff. I knew I wanted to get there sooner or later, but just... didn't need to yet). I have a fire under my butt again and I'm actually making progress which feels amazing. Trying to seriously manage multiple farms is going to be a problem but what I really need to find a spot to do a massive amount of wheat production which will help with all the barns. It'll be complicated, but I'll figure it out.

uhhhhh oh yeah more RNPCs happened. They're cool! I like Kai, I've met him and I like his stuff so far as I've seen it. I haven't met Vivi yet but I can't WAIT to forcefully befriend her. Wesley is... Wesley. I'm happy for him. I'll befriend him eventually, probably while I'm in the middle of running around Nel'Vari doing mine stuff.

The house customization I haven't been able to play a lot with yet but I will more when I have my sheds figured out and money to waste. Playing Mix and Match should be fun, and I'm glad they're planning to put out more in the future! Even more stuff to look forward to~

Also now sometimes ghosts come and water my crops and I love them. Me and the ghosts are buds.

But also... this list... ohhhh man this list. I love this list. I'm p excited for most things on it but ESPECIALLY Farm Structures and WG and NV fruit trees. I LOVE fruit trees. I have a whole orchard section on my farm. Passive income is my JAM. Black market? Birthday? MORE RNPCs? I'm looking forward to all of these so much. Race-based dialog I know is something a lot of players have been looking for for a long time so I am interested to see how that gets put in! More dialog is generally good and they seem to have the personalities of the characters pretty well in hand so hopefully they'll just be fun fluff things and Lavender will finally be able to relate to Kitty and Catherine and they'll be best Amari buds forever (And then with Vivi too!)

Anyways I just wanted to spew my thoughts everywhere for a bit because I've been having so much fun again. Tell me your thoughts! Anything you don't like? What do you want to see in the future?

Bonus: Claude continues to have a hard time fighting the vampire allegations.

#sun haven #sun haven update #sun haven update 1.2 #I measured the sheds are the same size as the tier 1 barns and it's perfect #I have been properly spurred on to interact with more of the game and it feels so good #oh my god I haven't even gone to withergate yet I haven't even SEEN the withergate barn animals yet I just realized! #might reblog this with an update when I do and when I get some barns sorted #now I'm going to have TWO frog collections it's going to be fantastic #also I have an irl friend named Vivi and I'm going to send her screenshots as I romance Vivi Sun Haven and she'll love it #she wants to know what her farmer sim self is like #ALSO they put in wedding portraits and I'm so happy but so mad because I'm not divorcing Jun I could not do that to him but I NEED to know #what his wedding portrait looks like #if someone can find that and help me with that I will be. so grateful #anyways now I'm going to go play sun haven more have fun guys

[chronicler-of-narrative]

Rising Tide for Operator Samuel, Vor's Prize for Wukong, and Natah for Drifter Samuel!

-grineerios

Ok, so @grineerios and for anyone else reading, a small disclaimer: Drifter Samuel and Wukong don't really exist as seperate characters, as Wukong is not conscious at all, and Drifter Samuel doesn't yet exist as a character (though I have made some very early explorations). So ill answer the prompts for Operagor Samuel but using the questions for the other two:

Rising tide (What do they remember from the Old War?)-

I would say Samuel would remember quite a good deal from his time in the War, but most memories would probably be of his outlandish ways of dealing with the Sentients (like crushing a whole platoon of sentient troopers by dropping an unstable slab of Moon-rock right on top of them), though I do believe Samuel to be the type to have also had plenty of his signature 'pranks' along the way on his fellos and potentially even a few superiors (he doesn't take authority all that seriously)

Vor's prize (originally How did the Warframe feel about being connected to a Tenno? But I will go for the opposite, aka Samuel's first time piloting a frame)-

His powers being much stronger and ironically much easier to control I would say allowed Samuel to grasp Transference rather quickly. But the second he did it was like a whole new world of movement and freedom had opened up to him. He definitely spent the first few weeks just parkouring everywhere instead of walking because it was just that much more exilirating to be able to bullet jump and glide. Much to the chagrin of his brother, who saw this as an irresponsible use of what was clearly supposed to be a weapon.

Natah (Do they have any dark or embarassing secrets?)- Samuel wears most of his sins firmly on his sleeves. In fact, he would be very much inclined to tell you, in great detail, how satisfying of an ordeal setting a Corpus Treasurer on fire and just watching them flail around as they're scorched to ash is. However, there is one prank that, while on the surface not as dark as most others, that even Samuel himself considered so repulsive so as to forget. However, that is explored more in the fic of mine about him.

Should anyone else wish to use this ask game for their own purposes or to give me a few more asks, I'll find a link to Grineerios' original post and link it as an edit.

Edit: here's the original post

#warframe #warframe operator #ask game #ask #answered #grineerios #operator oc Samuel #warframe oc

[over-the-time-flow]

Time for Chapter 2! But first,

Pre-Chapter 2 Upgrades:

Excellence Cosmodriver

HP: 3800 -> 3990 Armor: 950 -> 997 Weapons: 0 -> 1

We enter Chapter 2 with 6500 left over, as i didn't really feel like spending more just yet.

I also gave everyone a Repair Kit (as we had 4), Amuro and Raul a Propellant Tank (recovers all EN, given to them even though both have ways of recovering EN otherwise since the Fairies and the Mega Beam Cannon are important to have online often), and Bright and Kayra get the 2 Cartidges (recovers all Ammo).

Making mecha designer small talk with Mizuho, Amuro asks about the Excellence and its modular nature. Mizuho says that she went with that type of design since as a test machine, they couldn't really produce it in bulk; but by giving it various frames, that single unit would have a lot of versatility. From one designer to another, Amuro admits he'd like her opinion on his designs for the v Gundam, the next Gundam unit, and one made especially for his personal use.

Changing the topic, it seems Astonaige finally noticed that the Excellence's cockpit can separate and turn into a fighter. Hey, doesn't the very first Gundam also do that? Of course, Amuro points out, those "Mazinger" robots also ended up using a similar concept.

Elsewhere in the hangar, Raul and Raj check up on the Excellence. The Timeflow engine is doing fine, but Raj worries; even if things are fine for now, with how uncertain their future is, if Raul gets the core block of the Excellence seriously damaged, who knows if they'll even be able to arrange for a facility where they can do extensive repairs. Raul says that, worst case scenario, they have a spare Argent Fighter, but it's not smart for them to let their guard down just because of that; the core of the Excellence is far harder to maintain than the frames.

Suddenly, Kayra barges into the hangar; everyone is to head for the bridge immediately. Yes, even the Excellence trio.

Due to an emergency, there's been a change in the Ra Cailum's flight plan; instead of heading to Von Braun for supplies, they're heading to Fifth Luna, an asteroid used for mining operations. Neo Zeon is about to repeat a historical tragedy; they're going to drop it onto the Earth, much like the Colony Drops of the One Year War.

They reason their plan is to use repeated strikes on the Earth with celestial bodies to trigger a new ice age, as a longstanding theory of why the ice age came about was due to meteors striking the Earth. Isn't that what killed the dinosaurs?

Amuro: "No, the dinosaurs' extinction was due to Getter radiation. It's just that the meteor impacts happened at around the same timeframe, so people often confuse them."

this line belongs in the srw hall of fame. simply remarkable.

In any case, the Londo Bell's response is late due to the New UNE's lack of prudence. This is an emergency. As such, Bright asks the Excellence crew if they can rely on their assistance for this operation. Mizuho goes ahead and accepts for us, but Raj isn't as enthusiastic, and wants to remind everyone that the Excellence is just a test machine... but Bright reiterates that right now, the Londo Bell needs any help they can get their hands on.

Mizuho and Raj muse that they certainly didn't expect for the Excellence to be deployed in live combat so quickly. Well, the Moon base incident was live combat too, in a way, though definitely not an ideal debut.

Above all though, Raul sees that incident as an opportunity. Thanks to it, now they're about to face actual combat, on the frontlines of the war! If they do well here, it'll be an achievement no mock battle could offer them. Plus, it'll be great for testing if any parts of the Excellence's design don't hold up to the scrutiny of real combat. Raul's enthusiasm is firing up even Mizuho!

Raul: "Alright. We're going to build up the Excellence's resume."

The team's confidence renewed, Raul heads off to the strategy meeting.

Fifth Luna isn't usually a mobile station; for the purposes of their asteroid drop operation, they've installed nuclear pulse engines on it. As a result, those are the team's real target. If we can make it lose its momentum before it reaches the Earth's gravitational pull, it's nothing but a big rock floating in space. Of course, since the other side also knows this, their defenses will likely be at their thickest around said engines.

In short, our goal is to get within range of the thrusters in time, destroy them, and get out. If we take too long, even with the thrusters destroyed, the inertia combined with the Earth's pull will cause it to hit the earth regardless.

In the middle of the meeting, however, news reaches the Ra Cailum; there's been a coup d'etat at the Amaterasu Colony! What's more, the people behind the coup aren't with Neo Zeon. They're part of a wholly new insurrectionist group... the Martian Successors. What's more, many people within the ranks of the UNE have defected to their cause. As a result, we'll be even more shorthanded during our assault on Fifth Luna than we thought!

Amuro thinks this is fishy. The timing on these incidents... is it really just a bad coincidence? Raul reasons that coincidence or conspiracy, there isn't much they can personally do about it. All that matters is that they've got to stop that asteroid.

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[joviantwelve]

Please speak more on your knowledge of vpets???? I've never met anyone who knew anything about them!!

uh oh anon you just slapped the "hyperfixation" button here we go

OK, so, I'm not entirely sure what you're looking for--are you looking for a way to get into it? or are you into it and just want to know my personal faves?? or my general history and opinions of them?? so sure I'll answer all of that. by the end of this you will have wished you were more specific.

I have one of my interests listed as "electronics," mostly to encompass the broad range that is for me, like mechanical keyboards, PCs, synthesizers, game console modding & hacking...but it also includes vpets. Pretty sure it started with vpets.

(Aside: haven't done anything with circuit bending quite yet, but it does fascinate me. A lot of people seem to find it horrifying, especially when it's done with kids' toys, but I just find it...Neat. maybe that's how I know I'm in too deep with this stuff.)

as a Millennial™ I was a small baby child when the craze first hit, and so the whole concept of "virtual pet" was just very formative for me. didn't matter what it was--physical electronic devices like Tamagotchi, PC games like Petz, robotic toys like Poo-Chi or Furby, whatever, I had a little of everything. Tiger electronics and LCD screens dominated our childhoods (RIP).

but then the craze faded, as all crazes do. I became less interested in toys' for toys' sake, and a fair few of the vpets I had became lost in two moves (I'm so sad about my angelgotchi ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. please remake that one next Bandai?!).

wasn't till college where my roommate had a Tamagotchi Connection with her. and I was like, "wait, they still make those?!", a sentiment shared with many of my peers every time I start spouting things about vpets. turns out they never stopped making that shit in Japan, we just...weren't getting the majority of them. Japan had colored Tamagotchi for YEARS and we only JUST got them like three years ago, over here.

I'm very happy about the revival and Bandai's willingness to bring more and more Tamagotchi and Digimon over, because let me tell you, those eBay prices fucking hurt. $80 for a secondhand Digimon X is now $20 at Wal-Mart. Thank god.

I have seen a Giga Pets revival browsing online stores, but uh, Tiger's been out of business a long time now. Those are not the Giga Pets of yore. and Nano Pets? who?? I kinda do miss Nano Pets though...I liked their aesthetic. they had those weirdass talking ones with the super crunchy 8bit voices, and yet, I still played with mine a lot. I think my favorite Nano was a dog one that came as two devices, that you could connect and breed once they reached adulthood, and just continue the generations that way. it'd record your family lineage. I found that one incredibly cool and kinda wonder why more pets hadn't done that. but alas, all of my Nanos are lost to time!

but, like, yeah, I got mega back into Tamagotchi specifically in college. turns out, I can take care of them pretty well! when I was a kid, I lost my Tamas pretty quickly and the rest of what I had were Giga Pets, so I guess they just colored my opinion for the longest time.

here's my general Tama/Digimon strategy, since they operate on similar time scales:

hatch on a day off where you can attend to the needy baby stage and/or be generally aware of the beeping.

once it's at the child stage you're seriously good muting it and playing/feeding it whenever you go to the bathroom or something. after that you just have to be aware of the sleep schedule.

if you want to go for a specific form, look up an evolution chart and follow the instructions accordingly.

you should be golden!! they're super easy if you're allowed the break time to check every couple hours like that.

GENERAL OPINIONS SECTION IDK HOW TO SEGUE INTO THIS ORGANICALLY?????

Giga Pets: I feel like these were the ones that created the stereotype that vpets were hard to take care of--those things were PICKY. if you look up a guide on how to properly care for one so that it reaches adulthood, it fucking SUCKS! don't bother with them! they were just riding Tamagotchi coattails! I had a few of them as a kid and became endlessly frustrated with them, lmao. the revival looks like it's doing weirdass AR stuff, I can't attest to how it is as a "vpet" device, but I feel like it's probably not much better.

Nano Pets: probably the better of the western brands if you're looking for an electronic vpet that's an actual animal and not a funny anime creature. nothing wrong with wanting that. however, I don't think this brand ever came "back," so anything selling itself as such nowadays is bound to be some kind of scam if it's not a '90s used one. I remember them being fairly easy to take care of even when I was a small child killing all of my Giga Pets.

Tamagotchi: the "girly" Bandai vpet. originally sold gender neutrally in the west, Bandai's finally bringing over the modern devices with color and dressup and whatnot. the color ones are a bit unwieldy compared to the classic, but I'm glad we have options to pick from in that regard. go for the classic revival you can find in stores today if you just want Any Old Virtual Pet Device, as it's definitely the most reliable of the bunch. (you fake pausing by going to change the time, and then never finalizing a time change. the color ones have pausing built-in.)

the color ones tend to have some gimmick or another per each release (the latest one has an app and lets you take photos, for example), and are generally even easier than the classic ones. you can literally keep your Tamagotchi alive forever if you care for it every day, while the classic ones do eventually reach old age and a natural death. the color ones are a bit reminiscent of browser games like Gaia with their dressup and room/furniture aspects, and I'd call them fuller "games" as a whole. however, as you can imagine, this makes them pricier.

don't bother with the mini ones or the mascot tie-in ones, unless you really like the mascot. (I think the mascot ones have totally eclipsed the mini ones at this point, but I figured I'd mention them both. they're the same shell and game engine and such.) they're not very involved; more like a glorified keychain than a virtual "pet." but hey, maybe that's what you prefer!

Digimon: a lot of people are surprised to learn that Digimon was originally the "boy" version of Tamagotchi, and not, (shocker) a Pokemon ripoff. but yeah, it is, and it's my favorite! you'll get a big evolution chart in every device, and now that Bandai is bringing more of them out here, they don't cost an arm and a leg on eBay. that's kind of the tradeoff with Digimon--due to the existing fandom, a lot of Japan-only products are pricey or get snapped up immediately.

but thankfully, we have a lot of cool ones in the west. any Digimon vpet you see over here marketing itself as just a Digimon vpet will be the 20th anniversary vpet, which is a FANTASTIC first Digimon imo! it has a huge amount of QoL compared to the original vpets from the '90s: there's RAM, so your progress isn't killed by your battery life, you can train up to two 'mons at once, and you can fight other 'mons as a sort of "stadium" mode rather than NEEDING another device to connect to (which was pretty harsh because battling others determines if you got to evolve or not).

the Digimon X are my favorite vpets overall, but they have a bit of weird backstory that was in Japan-only TV specials and stuff, so the US releases of them...just...market them the same way? be careful if you order an English one if it says "X" or not, in case you're looking for the 20th. the Xs have an actual "campaign" mode with RPG leveling, which is what makes it fun to me--you unlock new evo branches with your progress, so I try to make it to the end of each one. you can store your digimon, too, so if you got a big strong one you don't want to grow old, you can just shuffle it out and raise a new egg.

the Pendulums haven't come out over here, which is a shame, because I like that the devices are specific Digimon elemental families. just makes sense to me! I know the Pen 20th is like the holy grail of Digimon devices, because you can hack the board to unlock every egg that was in that lineup, which makes for the biggest evo branch in any Digimon device. but it's like $300 on eBay AND you have to mess with the PCB. so, no. if you want a modern Pendulum (which is the Pendulum Z line, though I think they recently wrapped it up?), you kinda have to be on top of the preorders from Bandai's site, or pay scalper price. the Pendulums function similarly to the other vpets, but have a gyro shake battle system, and focus more on new digimon and fusion evolutions, almost requiring you to have more than one device...but the fandom loves them.

the actual Digivice electronics are less a pet and more a pedometer with a game attached. these fetch high prices on eBay and are often gimmicky, so I wouldn't go for them nowadays unless you were strictly a collector. apparently the Japanese ones are better, but I don't think it makes them "eBay scalper price" better.

(side note: Japanese devices are fine for Digimon, as the menuing is still in English for some reason. it's a bit harder on Tamas, because of all the accessories and such you can collect. In terms of finding more obscure devices, JYW has my back.)

I tried a bit of the Vital Hero but couldn't get into it, sadly. a bit too unwieldy on the wrist, and it wants you to do a bit of exercise in order to make any progress. which is, like, fine, but it's not really what I was looking for. I guess I was hoping it'd be more like the Pokemon Pikachu, counting your steps and gaining happiness etc. that way? but it wants me to do squats. eh.

The cool thing about the standard Digimon vpets (vanilla/20th, X, and Pendulum), for me, is that it's always been backwards compatible. there's a generic battle system baked into each device, so my Pen Z that I bought a couple years back can battle with my original '90s vpet if I so desire. AND, if you like Arduino stuff, you can very much spoof other devices to connect with if you know how. I've literally battled with folks across the world using this silly little program and an Arduino board. lots of folks make their own on Etsy and such, and the Discord is very friendly to new tamers, making this all less intimidating. I certainly don't know how to program, but I've done it.

they recently announced a color Digimon, which is like, wow, about time, but I'm a little worried it might bring the devices more toward Tama territory, of not being very compatible between generations. fingers crossed, but both are owned by "Bandie" "Scamco," so...we'll see, I guess.

BUT. YEAH. THANKS ANON. here's my collection, thank you for entertaining me.

I literally just came back from the store to this ask. I've been typing for like an hour and a half straight. ahh. sometimes, I go down the toy aisles just to see what's Hip With Kids nowadays. each and every time I STILL feel tempted by whatever FurReal has currently put out or something. (also I'm very happy when I see Tamagotchi & Digimon there.)

I have ideas for a vpet like program thing, or perhaps a story that involves similar devices somehow, but currently it's on the backburner. but lord if I don't end up thinking about it every time I play with one of these.

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