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exovapor · 3 years

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The Adventure - TMNT Bitches: Chapter 9

CHAPTER 9: Enter the She Turtles

· Kari watches the elevators with anticipation and feels a wave of giddiness at as the doors slide open and two of her TMNT peeps step out into the crowded hotel lobby. Kassie’s shorter frame leading the way in her TMNT t-shirt, jeans, and ‘Raph’ shoes, cute leather lace-up sandals, that she bought specifically for this occasion. Holly following, her blonde head bobbing through the crowd, in her own TMNT swag, jean shorts, and green Converse tennis shoes.

· Kari is practically bouncing when they finally walk up to join her near the receptionist station, she looks like a cat who has eaten the canary, her grin is so wide.

· “You look mighty happy”, Holly chirps out in her thick country-southern accent. “Yes, you look as happy if someone showed you turtle cock”, comes Kassie’s southern accented comment, as she and Holly both stare at Kari’s wide grin.

· “Oh, it wasn’t THAT good, but it was GOOD”, Kari replies back, “you guys will never believe what I just saw!”.

· “Well, don’t keep us in suspense, sweetie, tell us”, Holly crosses her arms, tilts her head, and stares expectantly at Kari.

· “I just saw a guy dressed as the Shredder!”, Kari spills out in a rush, grabbing Kassie’s upper arms and emphasizing her excitement. “And just think, if that guy is walking around like that, there MIGHT BE TURTLES HERE!”, Kari adds, following her own train of thought and HOPING like mad that some guys decided to cosplay together, some as the Shredder and some as the Ninja Turtles.

· Kassie’s mouth drops open and an unintentional squeal escapes her. Her mind buzzing with how amazing cool that would be! Her first Dragon Con, with her and her TMNT friends doing their own group cosplay of the turtles, and now there is a possibility of men cosplaying as turtles too?!!! That would be completely EPIC if it were true!

· “You’re shittin’ us”, Holly voices out, fully hoping that Kari isn’t playing but it seems all too good to be true.

· “I’m dead serious, here look, I took a picture of him”, Kari holds her phone out for them to see, with the back shot of the Shredder on the escalator.

· “Oh my gawwwdddd”, Holly drawls out while Kassie rips the phone out of Kari’s phone to get a closer look. “That costume is AMAZING! Look at the detail!, “ Kassie breathes out, her eyes glued to the phone’s screen.

· “I say, as soon as Val gets here, that we go find this guy again…even though he was sort of an asshole”, Kari expresses to her friends while her face turns sour at the memory of the guy’s rude attitude.

· “Sounds like a plan to me, Val should be here in about an hour or two, she texted that she was about to leave her house and start driving this way”, Kassie says handing Kari her phone back, “in the mean-time, let’s find some food because as soon as Val gets here we’ve got to get dressed in our costumes and start partying…Mikey style”.

· “MMMMmmmm, Mikey Style…Mikey’s style is up against a wall or holding you upside down and just eating you alive….mmmmm”, Kari’s eyes go all day-dreamy and unfocused.

· “Not exactly what I meant, Kari”, Kassie giggles back at her tall friend, “But, I appreciate the visual”.

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· A couple of hours later, the trio stood by the receptionist station watching the automated doors of the Mariott slide up and close for the steady stream of party-goers, cosplayers, and hotel guests.

· Among the flow of people came a short, dark haired female with katanas strapped to her back. “There she is!”, Kassie exclaimed excitedly and rushed forward to greet her friend and fan, “WIFEY! Over here!”.

· Valerie wheeled her suitcase into the hotel’s lobby and immediately hears a familiar voice, one that’s she has heard through voice recordings via the WhatsApp many times, one of her favorite writers of all time, and Tumblr wifey, Kassie! She sees the joyful five foot three woman bouncing her way, excitedly clapping her hands and throwing her arms open wide for those hug-things that people like to do. Valerie grins and bears it, Kassie is a touch person, Valerie gives her the hug she’s seeking.

· Holly and Kari are close behind, joining in the hug pile and causing Valerie to shake them off exclaiming, “okay, okay, enough with the hug fest you hippies. I just had years scared off my life and here you are trying to suffocate me to death”.

· “Oh, no, what happened?”, Holly’s concern clear in her blue eyes. “Yeah, who do we need to kill?”, Kari asked while grinding her knuckles into her palm.

· “Grrrr…no one important. Just some stupid guys LARPing in the middle of the road. I swear, it’s like some people aren’t born with common-damn-sense”, Val growls out, the annoyance that she felt in the parking deck quickly coming back to haunt her.

· “Forget about them! You are here with us now and we are going to have a great time!”, Kassie says pulling Valerie into her side by the shoulder, “Come on, let’s get your stuff to the room and get our outfits on, I want to get this party started! You’re bunking with me, Wifey. I put the two wild children in a room together with a whole solid wall separating us….you know…so you don’t kill them at some point this weekend.”

· “HEY! Our room is going to be the fun party room, isn’t that right, Holly?”, Kari asks while pushing Holly in the shoulder with her fist. “Damn skippy it is, we’ll be con legends for years to come”.

· “Oh god”, Valerie groans, “I can see it now…we’ll be kick out of the Mariott on the first night here”.

· “Stick in the mud”, Holly snips back teasingly.

· “Now I truly know what poor Leo feels like all the time having to deal with Raph and Mikey”, Valerie shakes her head and allows Kassie to lead her to the elevators so that they can ascend to the room floors and go to get dressed.

· An hour later, four scantily clad women dressed as ninja turtles exited two rooms on the fifth floor of the Mariott of Atlanta. Out of the “Party Room”, walked two tall women, one sporting the orange of a Party Dude and one repping purple for a genius, complete with gadgets strapped around her body. Their tall figures adorable, and hot, in their green pleather corsets, green tulle skirts, complete with a green shell backpack decorated with their weaponry. The other two women exiting, what Holly and Kari had dubbed the “Boring Room”, dressed as Leonardo and Raphael…if Leo and Raph wore corsets and tulle skirts.

· “Oh my god, I nearly forgot!”, Kari’s eyes bugged out as she grabbed for her phone and starts swiping through it, “Val, you gotta see this. We’ve gotta find this guy and take a picture with him, he’s dressed as the Shredder!”.

· Kari hands Valerie the phone and Valerie stares at the image stunned. She’s been going to DC for over twenty years. She has seen A LOT of nice costumes, insanely good replicas that looked like they walked right off a movie set, but the suit she is looking at the in the photo is unbelievably good. It looks so real. That guy was either a REALLY good costume designer or just a REALLY HUGE nerd. Either way, getting a picture with him would be epic.

· “Ok, then let’s find him”, the blue clad pseudo-leader says, “and the easiest way to do that is to split up”.

· “Don’t forget that panel that we want to go to for Rob Paulsen, it starts in about two hours”, Kassie reminds the group, “I’ve got to hear that Donnie voice inperson”. Valerie nods her head in agreement, “If we don’t find this guy within the next hour or so, we’ll meet up around the fountain on the lower level and head over to the panel. Kassie and I will search the lower level and you two…”, Valerie gives a weary eye to the two wild children, “one…BEHAVE. Two…take the main level and search for Shredder. If either party finds him, phone the other, got it?”.

· “Behave? What do you think is gonna happen? That you’ll find Holly and me hanging from the railings in the atrium?”, Kari asks Valerie dubiously.

· “Please don’t”, is all Valerie replies as she walks off, Kassie following her and giggling.

@turtle-babe83 @tmntspidergirl @kokokatsworld @the-second-circle-of-shell @nittleboo

#tmnt bayverse #tmnt smut #tmnt x reader #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt #donnie #tmnt donatello #tmnt raph #raph #leonardo #tmnt leo #tmnt mikey #michelangelo #exovapor

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someone1348 · 3 years

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Its time!

People in this: Switch!Charlie and Switch!Quackity

Tw: none this is very soft

Ah! Im so excited to make this i hope you all enjoyyy! :]

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Good morning Quackity from Las Nevadas!

It's been a little less than a month since quackity had let the slime, sorry, "human" live in his house. Things were going very smoothly for Las Nevadas, he finally got some people on board with his plan, Sam was helping out alot, he was finally a successful businessman,

Who's best friend was now a slime. Honestly he didn't mind it at all, Charlie was not like most people he's met before and he admired that about him. Taking him under his wing, he was like one of his own.

So after a long day of hard work on building Las Nevadas he was struck with ultimate tiredness and ultimately fell asleep, that was good, waking up, not so good

The sun was barely peeking through the cracks in his blinds as the birds began to sing their melody he was woken with the sound of rushing footsteps paired with a gentle thud and weight now on his back and the bed,

"Good morning Quackity from Las Nevadas!" And so he speaks, Quackity did his best to not smile or smirk in his sleepy state to keep Charlie guessing

"Too early, go back to bed" the sleepy avian stated rolling his head the other way ignoring the adorable slime boy on top his back

"But the suns out which means its morning which means we get out of bed and start the day!" He shook him a bit putting his chin on top of his head

Quackity smiled rolling his eyes "the sun just got up Charlie, give it time before we get up thats the rule"

The man with glasses tilted his head in question like the golden retriever he is "but why?"

"Im not explaining it to you it's just the rules" the duck hybrid pointed out his words a bit muffled in his pillow.

"Well if you wont get up I'll just have to make you!" The other stated with a small bounce as quackity giggled a bit

"Im not scared of you Charlie"

Charlie smirked "oh i know but im not me you see!" He growled

To that quackity's eyes shot open knowing exactly what was happening, its a classic that Quackity had taught him,

"Charlie i swear-"

"Who's Charlie?~ hehe! Gotcha!" He wiggled his fingers a bit at him before digging into his underarms his hands coming down almost immediately

"CHAHAhahaharliEe!" He giggled out wiggling as much as he could

"Who's Charlie? I'm the tickle monster! Grrrr!" He dragged his nails down hitting his ribs as he shrieked

"CHARLIE!!!"

"Hehe! Good spot i see Mr Quackity from Las Nevadas!" He growled again swiping arcoss his ribs quickly "oops" he joked as he squeaked

"I told you ihihits just QuaiT-HEHE" embarrassed the avain pressed his face into his pillow

"Wake up!" Charlie said almost forgot why he started to tickle him in the first place!

"Nehehever!"

"More laughs to feed me then! Heheheh!" He lowly chuckled before clawing at his ribs scribbling up and down making sure he is hitting those few extra tickly bones causing loud genuine laughter and some squeaks to flow out of his best friends mouth,

"CHAHAHAHAHARLIEE EEP! COHOHOHOME OHOHON PLEAHAHAHASE!"

"Please what? Please tickle you more! I was hoping you'd say that cause im starving!" He Lower his head lifting up quackity's shirt a bit blowing a raspberry and nibbling a bit as he squealed pushing at his head,

"CHAHAHAHAHARLIEE CHAHAHAHARLIE! MERCY!" He called out as Charlie stopped giggling to himself

"You gonna get up?"

"Yeah,,,, For REVENGE!" He grabbed a hold of the Slimes wrists flipping him over so that Quackity now had the upperhand

"Quackity Wait-"

"Too late pal! You messed with the wrong guy buddy" he played along wiggling his fingers teasingly at him as Charlie already begun giggling,

Growling a bit before digging all ten fingers all over his stomach

"EEP! hEHehehEY!" Charlie giggled shaking his head back and forth his glasses now slightly off his face from the motion

"Awwww what's wrong Charlie are you ti-ti-ticklish! Well i would hope so! I mean you're laughing soo much!" He teased as Charlie growled shaking his head 'no'

"No?~ you're not ticklish? Hmmm,,,~" he thought out loud moving to squeeze and tickle his sides as he jumped squealing and laughing into hysteria

"AHAHAHAHA EE! QUACKITY! QUAHAHAHA- QUAHAHACKITY! HEHEHE!" His words were nothing but babble as the ticklish sensation took over his body

"Hahaha okay okay! I'll let you go! For now!" The avian got off of him standing up and stretching his wings a bit,

"You okay buddy?" He asked as Charlie had fallen asleep,

Slamming a hand over his mouth to keep him from laughing he tucked the brunette in he smiled

'Pretty funny how that whole thing was to get me up and he falls asleep after some payback' he thought to himself, his smile growing wider before going to the kitchen to make them both breakfast

'He'll wake up to the smell of the food'

It was a pretty great morning to say the least

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Hey everyone! Apologies that this is so short! I hope you all enjoyedd :]

-K <3

#k writes tk things #switch!Charlie #switch!Charlieslimecile #switch!quackity #dream smp tickle fic #mcyt tickle #dream smp tickle

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frogtanii · 4 years

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x pairing. yamaguchi tadashi x fem!reader

x genre. s m u t lol

x warnings. sub!yamaguchi, thigh riding, mommy kink, handj0b, uhhh, good boy(??), soft dom!reader

x request. yes!

hi i love ur writing especially ur tsuki smau 🥺 i have a yams request !! could we get sub yamaguchi with fem reader and he is riding her thighs trying to get some friction because he’s needy and she’s kind of busy or something 🥺🥺

x an. I HATE IT HERE GRRRR BARK BARK 😼😾 i love y’all xx <3<3 sorry it takes me ABSOLUTELY forever to finish requests 😔✨ i am finishing them tho v v slowly

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yamaguchi loves you. you are honestly the best thing to ever happen to him. you’re kind, loving, honest, beautiful, and the fact that you love him back is more than enough for him.

with all of these amazing qualities that you have, you also have one that yamaguchi isn’t so fond of.

you’re always so busy.

he really does admire your work ethic and how you always make him strive to be the best that he can be (not to mention you sound very hot when you tell him to leave you alone) but sometimes yamaguchi gets needy.

tonight was one of those times.

you’d had a long day full of paperwork and all you wanted to do was take a warm bath and cuddle up with your boyfriend. unfortunately for the both of you, your evil boss sent you home with a stack of papers high enough to rival mount everest.

of course you were being dramatic but it really did feel like that much, especially after your third hour of ignoring yamaguchi’s whines while sitting on the couch in front of the tv with your laptop.

you felt horrible for doing so but you really, really needed to get this done and you knew if you stopped to take care of him, there was no way these papers would be finished before the deadline.

yamaguchi understood too but he was painfully hard and he knew if he couldn’t have your touch, he wouldn’t get off.

“yn~” your boyfriend called your name for the seventh (or was it eighth? you stopped counting) time, adding an extra whine on this one. he knew how much that got to you judging by the self-satisfied smirk on his face. besides the heat between your legs, you felt another kind of heat coming on; anger.

it wasn’t often that yamaguchi disrespected you, usually being all too eager to please but today it seemed, he wanted to be a brat.

that’s okay. you can do brat.

you silently set your papers next to you on the couch but you kept the laptop teetering precariously on your left thigh. yamaguchi had gone quiet, watching you intently as though he was just waiting for you to close your computer and ravish him in bed.

unfortunately for him, that was not at all the case.

not once did you remove your gaze from your computer screen as you motioned for him to come closer, to which he hastily obliged. he was hoping that you’d unbutton his pants and suck him off or maybe you’d push him on his back and ride him. of course what he was really hoping for was for you to push him down on all fours, press his face in the mattress, and just rail him. the strap was in the back of the closet and yamaguchi was practically vibrating with anticipation. that was until you snapped your fingers at him to get his attention and pointed to your thigh.

oh. oh.

you had never had him ride your thigh before. usually when you were super busy, you would just jerk him off quickly, leaving him sleepy and satisfied. he clearly was not expecting to have to do the work this time, the shock very apparent on his freckled face.

your patience was running out, snapping once more, prompting yamaguchi into action. he tentatively made his way towards you, placing his long legs on either side of your right thigh. a soft whimper left his lips as his hard cock met your thigh, his hips immediately bucking at the pressure.

you let out a slow sigh through your nose, your eyes trained on your screen as your boyfriend rocked himself against you. your cunt clenched around nothing as his hand found it’s way to your shirt, holding on tight. by now, a steady stream of noises were escaping his lips, most being moans of your name and needy curses.

you tried to continue typing but yamaguchi proved to be distracting even like this, his head dropping forward to rest on your shoulder and his cock leaking precum against your bare thigh. your eyes flickered over at the wet sensation only to feel your breath catch in your throat and another wave of slick to stain your panties.

yamaguchi was panting brokenly against you, a warm blush overtaking his cheeks and tears pricking his tightly shut eyes. as your eyes moved further downwards, you pulled your lower lip in between your teeth in order to keep the whimper from slipping out. when you weren’t looking, yamaguchi had pulled his dick out of his shorts and now openly rutted against you.

“mommy, please,” he moaned against your neck, tears slipping down his cheeks. you rolled your eyes and shut your laptop causing yamaguchi to let out a moan of relief. of course you still needed to get your work done but your boyfriend was more important at this moment (plus when he was moaning your name so prettily, he was hard to resist).

you turned to place one of your hands on his hip, gently moving him against you while pressing soft kisses to the freckles littering his cheeks. “what do you need baby? be a good boy and tell mommy what you want her to do, okay?” you muttered against his ear making him cry out again, hips moving faster against your thigh making an absolute mess of you.

“i-i need you, mommy, i ca-can’t make it feel like it does with you, please, touch me~” his words came out like a flood, only serving to cause your stomach to clench in arousal.

something about your boyfriend not being able to come without you, made you feral.

you nod, not trusting your voice to speak, too afraid that you might give away just how affected by him you were. your hand wrapped around his leaking cock and he keened, a long, loud moan of your name leaving his lips alongside a few stray tears spilling from his eyes.

you gently moved your hand up and down his shaft, making sure to rub your fingers over his sensitive, red tip. he bucked his hips into your touch, desperately chasing his high while your own arousal was ignored for his sake. his quivering lips, pink cheeks, bright red cock, and twitching thighs signaled to you that he was close. he just needed one final push.

quickly switching hands, you moved the fingers coated in his essence behind him, tracing their way down his back and between his cheeks. yamaguchi tensed in your hold at the feeling but as you continued to jerk him, he relaxed, arching his back and asshole towards your wandering fingers. you couldn’t help but grin at his eagerness, two of your fingers slipping inside of him.

his back arched as a whimper left him and your fingers continued their search on his insides. after what seemed like years of being held teetering on the edge of the biggest orgasm of his life, your fingers in his clenching hole finally found their destination, carefully rubbing on his prostate.

the reaction was exactly what you had hoped- yamaguchi’s eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth dropped open in a silent scream, and his thighs and abs twitched as his cock emptied rope after rope of warm cum all over his stomach, your thigh, and the couch.

the pleasure was so immense that he passed out, only barely registering the warm cloth in between his legs cleaning him up. his mind was still in a haze as you helped him to your bedroom, lying him down on your plush sheets and tucking him in. you smiled down on him before mentally rolling your eyes at the memory of all the paper sitting on the couch.

you turned to go back to the living room when a hand shot out from the mountain of blankets, grabbing your wrist and yanking you onto the bed. you opened your mouth to protest but yamaguchi’s hand covered it before pulling you further into his chest and kissing you on the forehead.

you thought about fighting it for a moment but the need to sleep and cuddle with your boyfriend overwhelmed the thoughts of anxiety and work. your eyelids grew heavy as you melted into his strong arms. you were nearly asleep when you heard yamaguchi’s voice whisper softly in your ear, the words leaving a smile on your face as you drifted off to sleep.

“sleep well honey. i love you.”

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu smut #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x you #yamaguchi x reader #yamaguchi x y/n #yamaguchi x you #haikyuu yamaguchi #hq yamaguchi #yamaguchi tadashi #yamaguchi smut #yamaguchi fluff

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simptasia · 3 years

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Sorry I'm a bit late, but here's some Lost nonsense from my brain:

If Jacob's & MIB's adopted mum didn't adopt them, then a whole lot of mess could have been avoided.

Also.

Why didn't John's dad just say he was moving after he stole his kidney and see him like once a year? (That way if you need to borrow a lung later down the line the option is is there.)

Also.

If I knew my past self was gonna kill my son I won't let that happen. Screw the time space continuum, I'm doctor who-ing this nonsense.

And on top of that.

How come no one really tried to mess about with time in the 70s? I know there was a bit of "ahh don't effect the future" but like, if I was stuck in the past I'd have a go at screwing around with time. I'd be like suck it universe, there's no Internet and I've got people in the present I care about. I know alot of the Lost people had reasons not to, like Jin's trying to keep his family safe and Sawyer doesn't really have anyone outside of the island. But Julie's sister? Kate needing to find Claire? WHY WASNT THERE A DANIEL FOCUSED EPISODE ABOUT HIM TRYING TO CHANGE THE FUTURE AND SAVE CHARLOTTE THAT JUST MADE THE FUTURE HAPPEN MORE SO THAT THEN WHEN SAYID SHOT CHILD BEN I COULD HAVE BEEN ALL LIKE nah bro thats no gonna help, when instead I thought there was gonna be some funky timeline nonsense that I'm always here for AND THEN THERE WASNT. Also more Daniel.

Last thought (sorry I can't shut up)

Now I'm thinking about it, why was everyone's reaction to Sayid shooting child Ben as a bland "this is bad" ?? Im not trying to say it was good, but its like the whole 'go back in time and kill Hitler as a kid' argument? I thought characters would at least have thoughts? Like no one even talked about it beyond face value?? Or even had an emotion?? Everyone was just like: "this is bad, but let's leave him with his abusive dad" ???????????????

Epilogue Thought: i genuinely thought when Kate handed child Ben over to the Others she was doing to say something to him along the lines of what adult Ben said to her at the beginning of series 3 when they had breakfast together. (My memory is so bad, but it's something like "I wanted you to have a nice memory to cling onto because a lot of bad is going to happen.") And then it was gonna be like a weird time loop thing of who really said it first, like Ben doesn't remember them properly or anything (but it might help why he didn't just ask Jack for surgery help when they first crashed.)

lost spoilers ahead

Okay, first of all, how the fuck did you send a message this long. Whenever I send messages, I'm given a character limit???

If Jacob's & MIB's adopted mum didn't adopt them, then a whole lot of mess could have been avoided.

"Adopted", yes that the's word for it. And yeah... yeah. The entire plot of LOST, down the drain. Isn't it ironic, this show is known for so much daddy issues and all of this fuss was caused by mommy issues

Why didn't John's dad just say he was moving after he stole his kidney and see him like once a year? (That way if you need to borrow a lung later down the line the option is is there.)

Short answer: Because Anthony Cooper is a cunt

Longer answer: it's pooossible that anthony genuinely didn't wanna spend any time with locke at all. as you pointed out, this isn't pragmatic on his part. but he's a dick. he also has a history of not sticking around the people he's conned

If I knew my past self was gonna kill my son I won't let that happen. Screw the time space continuum, I'm doctor who-ing this nonsense.

I've had this same thought. Offense to Eloise, but I'm different.

like, yeah, even if it turns out to not be possible, there's merit in fucking trying to prevent this. like, morally, emotionally, i'd respect eloise if she'd fucking TRIED to not kill her baby boy :(((

legit, same, if i knew i was destined to kill my boy, i'd be like "no"

and at the very fucking least, i'd give the best life possible! which, paradox or no, is what a parent is SUPPOSED to do, eloise!!

not only does eloise not even try to not do this, what makes it so much worse is that she didn't allow him the life he wanted. you know he's gonna die young, bitch, let him have love and piano!

HES NOT EVEN ASKING FOR MUCH. free will??? please???

i Cannot talk about eloise without going on this rant, it seems

and the rest of ur message, i won't copy paste, but what ur saying about time travel. i'm kinda indifferent to a possiblity of them trying to change more but thinking about it, it's odd that they didn't Try more. however this can chalked up to like, not enough run time. but yes i'm all in favour of the characters ties to other characters mattering more. and charlotte mattering more. grrrr

oh boy the ben thing. well, i don't blame them for the This Is Bad thing. because it is. it's very bad to shoot a child. i wanna say, sayid is so fucking out of character when he does this. the writers mishandled sayid pretty bad in seasons 5 and 6, sigh. personally i don't believe its anywhere near okay to try to kill somebody because they're gonna be a bad person One Day. but yeah i am surprised there wasn't more of a debate about this in canon. we have people of different morals here... plus, it's a debate in real life. i'm in the "punish the people who have actually done something wrong" camp

it's fucked that he has to stay with roger though. i don't put that on our losties tho, overall i blame the others. because they could have accepted ben into the others way sooner and they really should have. richard could see this kid was suffering and they let him stay with his abusive dad. that's awful. then again, charles was in charge during this time period so that makes THAT make more sense but ugh

and finally. inch resting... i always saw kate's sympathy for little ben as 1. he's only a child, he's Not big ben. and 2. she grew up in an abusive home too so she sees a kindred spirit

regarding ben's memory, it annoys me how the writers felt the need to erase some of little ben's memories to supposedly Make It Make Sense but i felt that was unneeded. i think it's perfectly viable for ben to remember all the stuff that went down in season 5 but he never mentioned it because why the fuck would he. for one thing, he was henry gale at first, he's hardly gonna be like "oh hey are you the guy who shot me when i was a kid??" no, he'd keep his memories to himself. i think ben keeps a lot of things to himself for tactical reasons so i think the lost writers employed a get outta jail free card when they really didn't need to

#lost headcanons #i have a friend who hasn't entirely watched lost yet so i hope she doesn't read any of the lost stuff i've posted today

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eirist · 4 years

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A Taste of Summer II

WORKING IT OUT

One-shot #: 2

Disclaimer: One Piece (and its characters) belongs to Eiichiro Oda-sensei.

Reminder: I have no beta-reader. Any grammatical and spelling errors are solely mine.

Warning: OOC possible. One shot.

Rating: T (Teasing again?)

Note: Entry for ZoNami Week 2020 @zonamievents. Day 2: Workout. I know it’s late. I’m sorry! And if you squint, you’ll see ‘workout’ there, promise.

Summary: “Your dainty hands are much better for map making anyway.”

Brown eyes slanted dangerously, the heat blazing behind them almost tangible as she peered down the lawn of the Thousand Sunny from the upper deck.

She was pissed. Scratch that. She is still pissed.

How in the world was he able to do that? Act so nonchalantly, as if the incident in the lake a few days ago did not happen.

Nami huffed. Blowing at her bangs exasperatedly she leaned against the white, wooden railing to observe their idiot swordsman as he went over his daily workout routine on the grassy deck.

Instead of holed up in the nest. She thought irascibly as she watched him do a repetition of arm curls with those stupid dumbbells of his.

As dumb as its owner.

Her hands fisted tightly. Argh! She was so incensed at him right now that she wanted to throw one of her sandals at that moronic green head of his just to get some sort of satisfaction.

She was sooo close to siccing a chock-full of thunder balls Zeus at him.

He has to be asexual! That must be it!

She mumbled an expletive under her breath. She honestly thought he’d make a grab for her when they encountered each other in the lake… given the way he was looking at her like he wanted to take her right there and then.

That was why she had stood her ground and stared right back at him, daring him to make his move.

Because she would’ve let him.

Then Zoro’s expression suddenly shifted to a blank one. He merely stared at her for another second or two before showing her his back.

But not before irritably telling her that if she wants to get out of the lake now, then she better do it fast because SHE was disturbing HIM?!

ASS!

She was so shock at the sudden turn of events that she wasn’t able to come up with any retort as her face colored in combination of embarrassment and fury.

Grrrr…. relieving all that gets her work up again.

What the hell was that all about? She cannot ignore the way he had looked at her. You don’t look at someone like that without feeling anything!

ANYTHING!

Besides, she had known Zoro for so long that she is actually aware that he may appear calm and indifferent most of the times, but some of his expressions were damn too easy to read…

Especially when it comes to emotions that he has no grasp on.

Something is there. And she’ll be damned if it wasn’t like what she thinks so.

Nami straightened up… just as Zoro put the weights down to peel off the sweaty white tank top he was wearing before moving to do some push-ups.

She bit her lip.

He's really delectable. That jerk!

“Nami-san!!”

She turned abruptly at the sound of their chef’s voice. Nami looked around only to realize that Sanji was calling her from the hatch of the galley.

She immediately moved away from her position, lest Zoro realized that she was watching him.

“Hai, Sanji-kun?” Nami peered from the open hatch leading to the galley below.

The blond immediately went hyperactive. “Nami-swaan! I prepared a special drink for you and Robin-chwan! Perfect for beating this heat. Do you want me to bring it up there?”

“Uh no,” she smiled. “I’m coming down.”

“Here let me catch you in my arms.” Sanji offered as hearts magically burst out of his body.

“No.”

Tch. If only Zoro was this easy.

But that wouldn’t be fun nor interesting right?

She gestured at the cook that she will go down now and actually let him assist her, with a sugary sweet threat that if his hands slipped somewhere it weren’t supposed to go, she’ll be cashing his bounty on the next island.

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Nami clicked her tongue as she stood on the lawn deck, glaring at the dumbbells carelessly left there for anyone to trip over.

After that refreshing drink from Sanji, she decided to invite Robin for a dip in the inflatable pool that Franky had set up after they anchored somewhere in the middle of the sea.

She had change into her newest blue green two-piece swimsuit and had thrown in a loose t-shirt she wasn’t even sure was hers (yet she found it in her closet). It probably belongs to one of the boys and was wrongfully mixed in the women’s clothes pile given its size, as it almost swallowed her whole slim figure.

She tied it in a knot on her waist to make it more… presentable and was about to make her way down the dock system when she nearly tripped on Zoro’s exercise equipment.

Seriously, why is he such a slob? And where was he?

And why in the freaking world does she even like him?

She’ll charge him for this. Plus that incident in the lake. And for pissing her off. And for pissing her off again today, thrice. And for later as well. Because she knows he’ll do something to make her set off again.

He’ll be a poor man once she’s finished with him.

She bent down to pick it up with a weary sigh.

Her hand had closed around the metal grip to lift it up and place it somewhere else.

Nami’s eyes widened. The hell?

She stared at the dumbbells. Why the fuck was it so heavy?!

She recalled watching Zoro earlier… easily, almost boredly, lifting it as if it weight next to nothing…

She tried to lift it again, but it won’t budge.

“Don’t,” a voice said behind her. “You’ll just hurt yourself.” Zoro said as he took a step closer to her.

Nami, still grasping the dumbbell turned and glared at him. “Why is it so heavy?”

Zoro raised an eyebrow at her. “If it’s lighter then what’s the use?”

“And why did you even left them here where anyone can trip on it?”

He bent down as well, hand closing around the handle just beside hers. Nami tilted her head towards him and tried to force down the blush that threatened to appear on her cheeks.

He was close. Close enough that her nose was almost touching his face.

If she moves a little more closely…

“Here,” she thought she heard him say, as the dumbbell that she was still grasping was lifted effortlessly.

“Huh?”

Zoro looked amused as she blinked, looking at the equipment in her hand in an astounded manner. He was still gripping it as well and then he chuckled. “You’ll just end up spraining your wrist if you try to lift this. Your dainty hands are much better for map making anyway.”

Nami almost short-circuited when she thought he said… love making.

She just stared at him… her skin tingling as she realized that their proximity now…

Was lethal. Dangerous even.

It feels like she would combust on the spot at the intensity of his gaze and closeness.

They continued to stare at each other… very much like a repeat of what happened in the lake.

They were supposed to kiss now right? Shouldn’t they?

It feels like it’s the only logical step next to this.

Slowly, she shuffled a bit closer and…

Zoro swiftly turned his head away as Nami’s heart sank in disappointment.

Damn it! When will he ever? WILL HE EVER?

Kami. He was a hard nut to crack.

There is something between them. And damn, by all means she would make it so that he wouldn’t, couldn’t resist her.

“Zo—”

“Oi!!!!! Watch out!!!”

A sudden splash of water hit her and Zoro, drenching them both.

The unmistakable laugh of their captain rang across the deck as both Nami and Zoro spluttered out expletives at the rubber man’s latest antic.

“Luffy damn it!”

“Luffy you idiot!”

“Shishishi…” Luffy chortled as he appeared before them, brandishing what could only be… a water gun?

His grin was mirthful and promised nothing but trouble.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Usopp’s voice suddenly blasted out from the crow’s nest speakers. “Time to find your team!”

“The Straw Hats water gun battle are about to commence in a few minutes!!!”

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majorweeb · 3 years

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The Vacation

Lucy was tired, after being gone all the time off doing requests she needed a much-needed break.

Always being around Natsu is hard and after Gray and Juvia broke up, uh it had driven her crazy.

Apparently, Juvia was unhappy with their bedroom relations. She needed more and he couldn't keep it up unless he was drunk. It broke them down. Which in turn upset Lucy because he would go with Natsu, Happy, and her on missions.

Lucy loved Gray and enjoyed his companionship, so it didn't really matter one way or another. Yet, being labeled a homewrecker was annoying. Even if only Juvia believed it.

Lucy was done, not this month. She had saved up enough Jewels to go to the beach. She had found the perfect little house with its own private area where she and Plue could be free from the chaos that was the guildhall.

She loved everyone but even Levy thought it would be best. In fact, it was her family's home she was renting.

She yawned and stretched knowing that today she was finally able to leave and have some space.

"Ugh, I'm so glad I packed up last night! This is going to be great 4 full weeks of fun and freedom!" She said as she stretched in her pink bed. A small white cutoff tank barely covering her breasts.

Yawn escaping her lips as she rose stretching deeper, navy blue boy shorts riding up her ass as she bent over.

"Oi Lucy, still not up yet huh? Those are new, like the way they ride up..." Natsu started to say as Lucy decided to kick him in the face.

"Lucy Kick"! she screamed wondering why in the hell he couldn't use that damn door to come over.

Covering up and walking to the bathroom to get dressed for the day she huffed.

"Get out Natsu, I have shit to do and I don't need to be harassed at the moment. Can't, you ever knock?" Slamming the bathroom door in his face.

"But Lushi, Happy left me high and dry. Some stupid exceed thing and him, Charlie, and Pantherlily all left last night. I'm lonely. Can't I stay and snuggle with you?" Natsu whined from her bed stretched out and looking his best.

Years they'd been traveling together and he wanted nothing more to just bend her over and have his way. But she deserved more than the thoughts that ran through his brain as he fisted himself on lonely nights.

Lucy exited the bathroom in a low-waisted pair of painted-on skin-tight jeans, hair pulled back into a high ponytail, and a navy blue tight button-up sleeveless blouse. Oh, and Natsu was ever so pleased with his large baggy pants. Groaning at the thought of those panties from earlier being too high for her to be wearing them under those pants. Oh shit, was she wearing a bra?

He watched her as she roamed her room gathering her keys and placing them on her hip. Putting toiletries and such into a duffle.

He was about to ask her what was going on, she said that she was taking a break. Why was she packing? That's when there was a knock at her door. He could smell him before he announced himself. Gray that asshat, always getting in the damn way.

"Hey, Gray, what's up?" eyes full of joy as she smiled at him when he let himself in.

"Hey, Lucy, where ya going? I came by to see you and wanted to know what you were doing later. But I see you are packing."

"Hey Ice Princess! What are you doing here? Hiding?" Natsu said with an air of sarcasm that was obvious.

"No, she left had shit to do with Gajeel! But who fucking cares." Throwing himself onto Lucy's couch.

" Listen I love you both, and so enjoy listening to you girls banter over who is prettier. I am very much in a hurry and have to catch a train. So if you don't mind. GET OUT!"

"Where ya going, Luce? I wanted to spend time with you? Can I come too? It'll be fun, just us like old times. Please!!" Fake tears welling into Natsu's eyes as he pleaded with her to know what she was doing for the next few weeks.

"Well if you must know I rented a house out in Akane Beach, ya know Levys beach property. I have the next four weeks of sun, sand, ocean, and a whole city to explore." She seemed excited and dreamy.

The next thing she knew she has boarded a train with both Gray across from her and Natsu with his nose buried deep in her lap. She swore he loved this more than anything and it always made her a little excited knowing her scent calmed him. She grew stiff wondering what scent calmed him. He huffed and she went back to carding her finger through his hair. Yet, why the in hell are they coming along. Didn't they have better things to do?

She ignored the situation and decided to nap on the 2-hour train ride. Fingers combing through the soft tendrils of Natsu's hair. Whether she wanted to admit it or not the attention of two of the hottest ( in her opinion) guys in all of Fairy Tail, hell all of Magnolia wanted to tag along. Who was she to say no?

She awoke to the soft tapping on her shoulder a while later knowing that it was Gray informing her that they had arrived.

Luggage gathered and all of them together walked to the beach house. She picked a room out of the 5 and unpacked listening to the other 2 bickered about Mavis knows what and she just ignored it.

After all, was settled she wanted food. Not fast food or restaurant food, home-cooked food. She grabbed her keys and released Virgo informing her of her duties while she was off shopping.

"Yes Master, will you punish me if I don't do it properly?" Virgo stated as she bowed low in her skimpy french maid's uniform.

"No, just I wanna cook but need all of this out and ready so it's easier. I won't have to look for what I need this way. " Quickly changing into something cooler.

When Lucy walked out of her appointed room in her tiny black shorts and white bikini Natsu almost busted a nut right then and there on the couch. Gray was no better, having lost his cigarette somewhere on the porch and quickly spreading ice over it to stop and prevent a fire. Overdoing it all the way to the waves.

"I'll be back getting groceries, if you need anything go and do it on your own. I'll just be an hour or so." She put a small white poncho over top and slipped on her sandals and made her way out.

"Hey Ice dick, nice cover-up! If I didn't know any better you just shot your damn load all over the fucking yard." laughing as he stretched out over the couch closing his eyes.

"Like your any better, that burn mark where your hands were arent any better. Fucking Flame brain!" putting out his smoke and coming inside.

" If I have to be here with you, I need liquor, and soon, let's go and keep your tiny firebreathing dragon in your pants huh."

When Lucy got home they were both gone and it was nice to have some quiet as she worked. She had released Virgo when she returned and quickly called upon Loke. He was a little naughty but he sure could cook.

He left with a bow when dinner was almost done and she was happy to see him for that short time.

While plating dinner the door busted open and in came Natsu and Gray, shitfaced and laughing. She could deal with them happily, this would be cake.

"Hey Luce, is that dinner. So hungry, want food then you! GRRRR!" Natsu growled as he sat at the table.

Lucy was shocked he had never spoken to her that way before and was way out of character, even when he had had a few.

Gray just sat across from him, smile plastered to his face sitting in just his boxer briefs. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a sizable tent in Grays briefs. Assuming it must have been just the alcohol she continued serving.

"Of course, not a single day without some fun huh guys." Smacking her forehead at the both of them. Natsu being a dumb ass and Gray almost naked.

"Hey Lucy, we brought home drinks you wanted to relax, let's eat and have fun. Chat, get to know each other better." Slamming the large bottle of Jager on the table.

She didn't know what to say or think, but a drink or two would get them to calm down and maybe give her the evening alone as they slept it off. Maybe she could write a little as she planned, or a nite swim was nice.

Dinner went off nicely, she made lamb chops with rosemary and garlic, sided with cauliflower Au Gratin and asparagus.

They all decided to start drinking and her goal was a few drinks and shove them off to sleep. Yet, that was far from her evening plans! This night was a night to remember.

After the first bottle was done and they were a giggling mess on the back deck, she had summoned who she had hoped would be Loke. Someone with willpower to calm them all down, as they were begging for more alcohol.

That is not who she summoned at all, in fact, Virgo was all for her master being shitfaced. She got more alcohol and learned if Lucy was dared she would be punished and have her ass bit. She enjoyed this Lucy more. She released herself with a moan.

Lucy leaned over both the boys and whispered, " Wanna hear a secret?"

Both sat up straight and made sure to listen so carefully, excited to hear what the blonde had to say.

"I've always wanted to see you two kiss! Please be nice to me, I'm a good girl right. I wanna see tongue."

Gray just shrugged his shoulders and leaned over, placing his lips onto Natsu. He was expecting it to be quick and make Lucy happy, little did he know that the warmth of his lips sent a shock right to his groin. It didn't help that Natsu moaned and grabbed the back of his neck in the process licking his lips begging for entry.

Lucy removed herself from their lap and watched in amazement as the kiss became more and more heated.

Hands groping, tongues lashing. The next thing she knew Gray was on top of Natsu caging him in and not allowing him to retreat from the small loveseat made of bamboo.

Natsu thrust his hips forward and ground against Gray in a way to relieve the pressure of his growing problem, moaning and panting between licks, bites, and kisses.

Lucy moaned out loud catching the attention of the 2 men who seemed to have lost all thought and cared less about where they were.

"Lushie, are you jealous? Or is that smell out of lust?" Natsu said as he sniffed the air in her direction. The prominent tent in his pants growing by the second.

Gray removed himself from above Natsu and picked Lucy up threw her over his shoulder and carried her into the house. Groping her ass in the process. Natsu followed.

Walking into the room she had picked which seemed to have the largest bed know to all Fiore, he tossed her on it. Natsu coming behind Gray rubbing up against him making the man moan as he felt his friend's cock press roughly against his ass.

He leaned his head against his shoulder feeling the warm hands of Natsu roam his alcohol-riddled body and shuddered.

"Lucy, I want you to take off your clothes, I want to watch you go crazy as you watch us. Can you do that for me, baby? Can you be good and not touch yourself as I touch Gray.

She nodded enthusiastically as her shorts and bikini top were removed. Whimpering as she removed the small patch of fabric covering her leaking wet pussy.

Natsu had started stroking off Gray through his briefs as they both watched Lucy wiggle and squirm. The smell of her arousal thick in the air as their clothes were removed between petting and touching. Natsu got down on his knees and licked the underside of Grays cock. Feeling it's girth lay on his tongue. Gray got on the bed first, just to her right feeling the softness of the cotton under his fingers, using his ice magic to create a pair of cuffs for her on the bed. Pinning her down and spreading her out.

Natsu came up on her left, warming his hands so that the touch of his fingers was like a shock to her entire body.

"Please, oh Mavis someone touch me already. Together, separate, I don't care. I've needed and wanted this for so long. I'm begging you!" moaning loudly as each of them worked their way up her body. Kissing each other along the way. She could feel their precum dripping on her thighs as they groped, licked, and flicked different parts of her body.

She was overwhelmed, the icy feel of Gray with the burning touch of Natsu drove her insane. Screaming as her first orgasm ripped through her.

"Good girl, what would you like next?" Gray whispered in her ear causing the warmth to pool between her legs once again.

Seeing Natsu lick the slick of her orgasm off his fingers was too much, she held back a moan as her body became hotter and hotter and not form touch.

Both of them slowly started sending an icy burning trail down her body. Cupping her and teasing her until she thrashed against the icy cuffs.

They took turns rubbing her clit, while the other entered her giving her the feeling of both of their magic. Showing her that it wasn't just for fighting.

" I need you in me please!!" She begged

Gray removed her cuffs and they let her relax for a moment, she watched in awe as she watched them both on their knees kissing again. As they kneeled over her their cocks touched and she leaned forward and licked them simultaneously. Wrapping her hands around them both stroking them as they made out.

They stopped and the look in their eyes had her building again, she had heard about sex, but never anything like this.

They looked back at each other when out of nowhere Gray said, " Bottom!"

She had assumed he meat to take from Natsu but boy was she wrong.

Natsu gathered her up in his arms and made her wrap her legs tightly around his waist. Felling his hot cock bob against her thighs, feeling its warmth against her clit and begging to enter her.

She looked over at Gray laying on his back lubing up his own cock, back against the headboard, soft moans escaping his lips.

"Go to him, he's waiting!" Natsu whispered in her ear causing her to shiver with excitement. she crawled over to Gray, ass in the air in hopes to entice Natsu. Entice she did, except she wasn't expecting a hot tongue licking a wet hot streak from clit to ass. Making her jello in their arms.

"Please, need more." breathy moans and lust addled mind saying all she could.

"Turn around, let me help you."

She obeyed and she was then pulled back into Grays's arms. His chest against her back, his cock throbbing against the cleft of her ass, his hands playing with her nipples, rolling them around between his finger and thumb. Keeping his hands icy and causing her to twitch with anticipation.

He then pulled her up so that his cock was pressed against her dripping wet pussy, lips throbbing, eyes heavy and full of lust. Until Natsu got on his hands and knees and crawled across the bed in-between her legs.

Shoving the ice-cold cock down his throat, enjoying the moans from Gray as his heated breath and mouth covered him completely.

"Fuck Natsu, so good, so warm yes!" Gray moaned thrusting his hips as her body gushed from the site and the feelings.

" Nice choice on taste Ice Prick!" Natsu smirked moving Grays cock aside and he began to loosen Lucy up, licking her clit as his fingers toyed with her tight little asshole.

She screamed and relaxed around the digits and more and more entered her. Scissoring her open, making her body ready for Gray.

Before she knew it she was being ripped open as Gray started moving his cock deeper and deeper into her ass. Saying calming words into her ear while Natsu began to lick her clit again. Nibbling on her lips, thrusting his tongue into her warm cavern.

Once she was relaxed Gray trusted up into her. Enjoying the feel yet afraid of cumming too soon.

Natus leaned over them, kissing Lucy, letting her taste the lube, herself, and Gray all at once on him.

He then leaned down to kiss Gray, the passion deep and inviting.

Reaching down with his right hand, burning her skin so delicately and popping her right breast into her mouth he shoved his cock deep inside her in one fluid motion.

Her scream would have had the neighbors calling the police if they were in Magnolia. But here, here they could ravage her as much as they wanted, no fear of having to stop. Not unless she said so.

Lifting himself slightly he began to trust, causing not only his cock to move but Grays as well. Making her as full as possible.

Her nails dug into Natsu's back, her lips sloppily kissing Gray. Moaning as she was about to reach yet another orgasm and squeezing tightly around her boys. Enjoying the feeling of Grays hands fondling her nipples, sucking on her ears lobes, kissing her neck. While Natsu leaned back slightly to watch her come apart as his thumb rubbed circles on and around her clit. Edging her into completion.

"Yes.. Yes... Oh Fuck Yes! Please more, don't stop I need you in me, fill me, fuck me, claim me, take me I'm yours.

Her moans drowning out even the sound of the waves outside.

Gray was moaning as well, "Cum again Lucy, come on baby I wanna feel you cum on my cock."

Natsu started thrusting faster and harder. He leaned down and kissed Gray again to then turn his head and kiss Lucy, " That's it, baby. Cum for us, scream, let us make you feel good all month long."

Her orgasm ripped through her in a loud guttural groan, making her whole body go tight.

The feel of her squeeze caused both men to gasp and lose their breath as Natsu started to pump in a ragged uneven rhythm.

His orgasm was ripped from him first, the look in his eyes as he stared down at Gray in his moment of bliss made Gray cum loudly. Their eyes never leaving each other as they rode out their orgasm.

Natsu carefully pulled out of Lucy, assisted Gray in untangling her limp and satisfied body to the bed.

Gray went and got a few warm rags and gently cleaned and cared for Lucy while Natsu got them each a water bottle. She drank like a dying woman, thirst more apparent now that she stopped. With the sheet over her overstimulated body, she relaxed reaching out for them to hold her. Wanting to be the middle spoon.

"Never leave me, guys. I love you, and I know you love each other." she yawned and fell asleep. Being held by the two men she loved most.

Natsu leaned over Lucy to kiss her on her cheek and promised to never leave. Confessing he's loved her all along.

He looked at Gray, "Shes Right ya know, I love you too! I would do anything for ya!"

Gray reached across and kissed him deeply, " I love you too flame brain, and you too Lucy. Tomorrow we can work all this out."

They all fell asleep in each other's arms, full of love and bliss.

This has no beta and I did a quick read to make sure I edited it okay!

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wizardess-legends · 4 years

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New Faces

Summary: The academy being suddenly attacked by unknown soldiers as the prefects try to fend them off. However what’s to happen when some night class students appear to aid the prefects in the fight. (This was written later year as my introductory for Fay & Akemi).

“Gah! What are with these guys?! Better yet, who are these guys anyway,” Zeus had shouted angrily after recovering from getting hit by one of the spells. The small group of men were dressed in soldiers like uniforms that were glacier blue with accents of gold. “How about we worry about who they are later Zeus, we can’t let them get into the academy,” Lizzy said while helping Lucious sit up. The last three soldiers walked closer with their staffs at ready, seeming to stop a distance away from the group of prefects and deputies. “This is your last chance, step aside now or we will force our way in,” one of them shouted, giving the last warning.

The group was now standing once again preparing themselves for the oncoming attack until something strange happened. Suddenly there was mist that started to roll in around the soldiers who seemed to have been confused as to what was happening, then the mist started to take shape into a large hand and slammed down onto the soldiers. “Just when I thought today was going to be boring, you dumb-asses are in for it now,” the aggressive sounding person was none other than Viggo appeared with a grin on his face as he had his pipe like wand in hand already which seeing the delinquent of the night class was a surprise of its own, but surprisingly he wasn’t alone; in fact he was with two girls that were dressed in night class uniforms as well. The shorter girl had short rose goldish hair with a small pair of deer antlers protruding from her head along with big round onyx black eyes and the taller girl to the left had extremely long sage green hair though her eyes were hidden behind a short veil of cloth. “You misters are in big trouble now,” the shorter girl said in a lively yet cute voice while pointing an accusing finger at the invading soldiers.

“I do hope you know you’re breaking several laws and regulations by storming in here,” the tall girl said in a modulated tone whilst taking a step forward. Changing targets, the soldiers took aim at the three students and attacked.

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Deflecting another spell I let out a small huff as these soldiers really were quite tough but it would take a lot more to get me down. “What’s a little thing like you going to do huh,” the soldier taunted in which I responded with a small scoff at the man’s insult.

I felt my nails grow sharper while I brought my right hand up to my mouth, glaring at the soldier. “Just watch me,” I said, giving a toothy smirk before biting down onto my palm enough to draw blood before removing my hand. “Sagitta sanguine,” I recited the spell in which the blood that seeps from my wound started to float into the air and clustered together making arrows as they shot through the air.

Deciding it’d be best not to let this battle drag on too long I focused my magic on forming my blood into a long whip. “Playtime is over,” I said, cracking the newly formed whip towards the ground before bringing my arm back and swinging it forward to give the whip momentum to lash forward. Having aimed for the man’s legs the whip successfully wrapped around one of his legs and latched on in which with a fluid pulling motion the soldier went falling on to his back with a thud sound.

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Typically any other time I’m opposed to senseless fighting, but this I will not tolerate in which I reach up to my headpiece carefully removing it from my face slowly to soon reveal my creamsicle orange colored eyes. “You kids are in over your head, if you step down now we might just let you leave with your lives,” the soldier said as I could only look at the man in disgust, with that eye contact I was able to foresee what he feared. “For a man of your age and commanding position, you’re quite the insolent ignoramus to believe we’d simply just oblige,” I started to speak harshly before bringing my hand up to the air using my index and middle finger to draw symbols.

“Ame no iwatowo oshihirakite ameno yaegumo wo,” I chanted while further drawing the symbols at a moderate pace; however, before I had the chance to finish a gust of icy wind interrupted the spell causing me to get knocked back some. Just feeling the chilled winds made my body tremble, it almost felt like I was submerged into freezing cold water. Attempting to shake off that chilled to the bone feeling I brushed my hair off of my shoulder and stuck out my hand to continue fighting back. Starting to smirk I said in an amusing manner “You know, there’s an old saying where I come from; live scorpions in the pants make life interesting.”

It was clear I managed to confuse him which seemed to have distracted him from the fact that more and more scorpions were appearing on the ground and on him in which one even appeared on my left arm. Five… Four… Three I mentally counted backwards to see how long it took as shortly after getting to three was when he screamed in terror and began to flail about trying to shake them off. Snickering at the soldier’s poor endeavor to rid of the scorpions, I turned my attention to the fairly big scorpion crawling on my arm in which I’d slowly move it to guide the beauty seeing to it I handled her with care. Still admiring the scorpion on my hand I brought it closer to eye level starting to smile as the man’s screams didn’t cease in which I said in a matter of fact tone “One of the most fascinating things about these arachnids is that compared to all the other arthropods, scorpions have the longest lifespans; in the wilderness they can live up to two to ten years.”

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The fight didn’t last much longer as the soldiers collected their fallen comrades and retreated disappearing into a cloud of haze. The three regrouped and seem to have a small celebration which was short lived when an angry Zeus started storming over shouting, “Are you three stupid or something?!” Of course there was an instant reply from Viggo who shouted back “I know you’re not the one calling us stupid! We just save your sorry asses!” Which it seemed Viggo shoved his hands into his pockets aggressively before going off to who knows where muttering to himself. Letting out a sigh the tall girl was placing her headpiece back in its original spot before crossing her arms over her chest before chiming in “For once would you refrain from shouting like a screeching wyvern Zeus.” Zeus glared at the green haired student getting ready to speak his mind but was cut off.

“ZEUS,” the shortest of the students happily called out while running at top speed. It seemed the angry expression the night class prefect had seemed to falter as it turned to a grin, catching the rose haired girl and lifting her up before engulfing her into a bear hug. “There’s my favorite person,” Zeus declared loudly as it was hard to stay mad at such an adorable human being which caused her to giggle, setting her down after a couple of minutes. “Hey are you guys alright,” Lizzy asked as she skid to stop from jogging over.

“Yes we’re quite alright thank you for your concern,” the sage haired girl said with an elegant smile slightly bowing her head. “Hey new friends to make. Thanks again for saving us back there,” Caesar said in a chipper manner as he and the rest of the prefects joined the group. “Hiya! I’m Akemi Yukimura. I hope we can all be great friends,” the short one rocked back and forth on her feet while giving a big toothy smile which of course caused Lizzy and a few others to just melt a bit from the adorableness. “I’m Fay Junix, it’s delightful to meet you all,” the tall girl introduced herself before folding her hands on one another properly in front before formally bowing her upper body and then standing properly.

After Lizzy and the rest of the group introduced themselves which of course wouldn’t be a proper initiation of friendship until Akemi gleefully gave each of the day class prefects hugs. “So we’re just not going to talk about what just happened a while ago,” Hiro brought up in his usual lazy tone which it seemed the majority seemed silent from not being sure what to make of this. “From what I’ve read from current events that’ve been appearing in the papers is that Graceus is having problems with Gedonelune as to exactly what the leading conflict is due to hasn’t been stated. But I can only imagine that from the uniforms of those soldiers, they’re part of the Graceus royal army,” Fay said, being the one to break the silence.

“If that’s the case then it seems like things are only getting worse,” Alfonse said putting his hand to his chin trying to think as the agents of the Ministry must have had an unsuccessful meeting with the ruler. “There isn’t much info to go off of so there’s no use in running around trying to solve something we know very little information about,” Lucious said rationally before Zeus could jump the gun with a stupid idea. “Grrrr if anymore of those loser soldiers show up again we’ll make sure to wipe the floor with them,” Zeus said as clearly he was still angered by the fact that those soldiers even attempted to attack the academy. “Well how about we unwind by going to the cafe and relax,” Alfonse suggested as not only would it be nice to unwind from the day but also a good opportunity to get to know Akemi and Fay better. It seemed Akemi’s eyes sparkled with joy at the mention of the night cafe as she jumped up happily as she shouted, “FOOD!” Seeing that just about everyone was in agreement the large group started to make their way to their destination while making small chat along the way.

#wh ocs #wizardess heart #wizardess fanfic #viggo la rochejaquelein gedonelune #fay junix #akemi yukimura #zeus brundle #alfonse goldstein #caesar raphael #lucious duller #lizzy luna #hiro tachibana

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avehi-the-adamant · 4 years

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Reconciliation

Acherus hadn’t changed a bit. Oddly, it was here that Avehi had the closest sense of coming home. She hated it; of all the places she wished felt like home, Acherus was certainly not one of them. The Exodar, Stormwind, even the wilds like her trusted friend Mierne; these places were far more fitting a 'home' for her, or so she believed. Yet nothing felt as familiar or - dare she say right - as setting hoof in this Scourge-built flying fortress. Even in light of recent events, being inside Acherus' walls again felt familiarly comfortable to Avehi. Perhaps innately? Or even longingly, reminiscent of days long past…

Still she pressed on, venturing further inside the Necropolis - brimming with determination. She came here with a purpose, and that purpose drove her. She’d been at odds with the Ebon Blade for a long time, now. But it wasn’t always the case; when she first broke free of the Lich King’s dominion, the Ebon Blade was an organization of vindication. But somewhere along the way, she felt they had lost sight of that.

To be fair, though… so had she.

She, too, had changed a lot since the incursion on Light’s Hope. She felt removing herself from the Blade would somehow keep her from succumbing to dark practices. But things weren’t so black and white in her eyes anymore. What she once felt was abhorrent became justifiable. Methods she wouldn’t have considered in life seemed viable in death. It worried her at first; but she came to realize that this change in perspective wasn’t altering, but broadening. In life, she’d been so focused on one path. One right way, where everything else was wrong - the illusion of the Light. She was a zealot. She saw that now, only by interacting with other zealots post-mortem. Death had opened her eyes, and allowed her to see many paths the Light had blinded her to in the past. And now, spared from the delusions brought on by her people’s sacred power, she saw more and more with each passing day.

The Ebon Blade wasn’t perfect, she knew. Like her, they’d made mistakes. But from what she was hearing and seeing, they hadn’t lost their legacy of vindication. Not yet. That was why she had returned here to Acherus - to reconcile.

It would be no small feat, she knew; already, as she had arrived, Ebon Ravagers and Enforcers congregated behind her while she made her way to the Heart of Acherus. Weapons drawn. They knew who she was. Still, she continued as far inside as she was allowed, driven by her determination to see this through.

“--Avehi, the Adamant.” came a deep - yet oddly soothing - voice.

Avehi’s tail twitched. She recognized it immediately. She turned to its source; a Tauren by the name of Torme Wraithgrain. They’d worked closely in the past, combating the Lich King’s foul Scourge all throughout Northrend together. Torme was a force to be reckoned with; strong, both physically and with the necrotic power surging through all Death Knights… and yet she exhibited wisdom and serenity rarely found among them. Avehi had always respected her for that.

“Torme.” she dipped her head to the Death Knight, in greeting.

“You’ve returned. Unexpected, considering…” Torme approached, not nearly as threateningly as the surrounding Ravagers had.

“I have.” Avehi nodded, defiantly. “I’m here to explain myself to the Four. My actions are justified, and I’ve come to make them see that.”

Quiet murmurs broke out among the gathered Knights, before quickly becoming silenced as Torme raised her hand to them. The response was more than just respect… but answering to authority. Avehi raised her brow, curiously. What station had Torne attained to command such obedience?

The Tauren’s eyes narrowed, as she looked Avehi over - gauging her intentions, as well as sizing her up. Slowly she shook her head.

“... The Four are with the Deathlord. And the Deathlord is in Icecrown.” Torme disclosed, neatly folding her hands in front of her. “They all may be there for some time.”

“What are they doing there?” Avehi frowned, tone bordering on accusatory.

Torme didn’t respond, verbally. But it was plain enough to see in her slow exhale and subtle eye shifting that she knew full well the reason; she had no inclination to say, was all. Instead, she shook her head in dismissal of the question. That, of course, only irritated Avehi. The Draenei huffed.

“Fine.” she scoffed. “I’ll return later, when they’ve concluded their business in Icecrown.”

She turned to depart - but the Ebon Enforcers didn’t seem at all inclined to let her go. They kept their runic weapons drawn, boxing her in within the Heart of Acherus. Avehi’s eyes flared, tail twitching. Her hand slowly moved up as she began to reach back for Rokaa, her hammer...

“--You can explain yourself to the Convocation.” Torme interjected, once more raising her hand to stay the Enforcers. “The Four have charged us with managing the affairs of the Ebon Blade in their absence. We will hear what you have to say.”

“‘We’?” Avehi turned back to Torme quickly, brow askew.

That explained it; she was one of the governing Knights of Acherus. It both surprised Avehi, and didn’t; such progression made sense for those who remained with the Blade. She wondered how far she would’ve advanced had she kept under their banner… it didn’t matter now. Torme was a sensible choice, at least. As thoughtful and pensive as she was, she was sure to make well-informed and thought-out decisions to guide the Ebon Blade.

Torme nodded once, simply. Bowed her head, really. A peaceable, modest gesture, like most of the movements the serene Tauren made. She treated it like a courtesy, offering Avehi a favor. And in all reality, it probably was one. The alternative seemed… violent. Avehi exhaled a sigh, and nodded in return. If she could pick and choose to whom she was to explain herself, Torme would most assuredly be one such person.

“Who else is a part of the Convocation?”

“Dread Commander Thalanor, or course.” Torme replied. “As is Lord Darrows, Dorann Rimeforge and--”

“Betrayer!”

A harsh voice called out from within the crowd. The assembly of Ebon Knights parted, making way for the approach of a large, aggressive-looking Orc. Avehi’s gaze narrowed at him, as he approached.

“Hmph. Grek’thor…” she acknowledged the Orc, tone dripping venomously as she uttered his name.

“... Yes. Grek’thor Spinereaver. You seem to recognize each other.” Torme sighed, stepping forward to position herself between the two. “We five govern Acherus, and maintain the peace among our kind.”

The Tauren looked pointedly to Grek’thor, but he hardly noticed; his snarling attentions were focused solely on Avehi. Avehi’s lips curled into a snarl in response, a reflexive gesture upon seeing him. Like Torme, Avehi knew Grek’thor from Northrend, fighting side by side with him in the early days of the Ebon Blade. But unlike Torme, she and Grek’thor didn’t get along. At all. Both had clung to their opinions and prejudices from their prior lives, the Draenei and the Orc finding one another deplorable - to put it mildly. The aggressive tendencies brought about by undeath exacerbated that age-old hatred, resulting in what may be the most volatile of Avehi's relationships. Their time working together was short... and violent… but both had managed to walk away from one another unscathed.

For now.

“I want this honorless filth in chains!” the Orc demanded.

Avehi let out a scoff! Torme at least made sense as a member of the Convocation. But Grek’thor? This arrogant, brute? Tail switching in irritation, she waved a dismissive hand at the Orc, turning up her nose at him.

“I’m amazed the Convocation lets a thick-skulled Orc like you aid in making decisions!” Avehi shot back, plated hands balled into fists. “Try and bind me yourself, if you’re so inclined! It’ll be the last thing you do on this mortal plane!”

“Unsurprising! The Betrayer threatens to slay yet another of her Ebon kin?”

“I didn’t come here with any intention or reason to kill you, Grek’thor - don't tempt me with one!”

“Grrrr… you want a reason?! I’ll rip those horns from your head and gut you with them!”

Grek’thor rushed at Avehi, nearly barreling through Torme to close in! The Draenei practically roared as she reached back to unsheath her hammer - but she never got the chance. Torme was quick to break the two up, pushing both of them apart with considerable unholy force before they could come to blows. Her otherwise-calm and collected tone raised with authority, frigid winds swirling around her in a vortex of piercing cold. The two would-be combatants could only stagger back - as did a few gathered spectators.

“ENOUGH!”

An unsettling hush fell over the Heart, as Avehi and Grek’thor stared one another down. The winds abated. Torme straightened, resuming her serene posture, as she turned to Avehi. She frowned in disapproval, beckoning one of the Enforcer to approach. Another face familiar to Avehi, the Enforcer was another Draenei named Tovaar. He stood out to her because he never spoke a word to her - or anyone - as long as she'd known him. Silently, as expected, he approached, lips pressed to a line. She'd been kind to him in the past… the conflict of how he was to treat her now in turn evident enough on his face beneath his hood.

“Though he failed to broach the issue properly… Grek’thor is right.” Torme nodded once. “Given your offenses, Avehi, you’ll need to be bound for the security of the Hold.”

The ghostly echo of a smug and satisfied grunt emanated from the Orc, as he crossed his arms. Tovaar pulled a set of manacles out and opened them up. As much as she was inclined to… she didn’t resist. Instead, she kept a neutral gaze on Tovaar, and nodded once compliantly. The manacles latched tight, keeping her wrists practically touching. But more than that, she could feel her energy abating as runes along the cuffs began to pulse. Not only bound, but weakened as well. She grunted disapprovingly - more so as her hammer was relieved of her by Tovaar. He held with a measure of care, at least. She gave a cursory tug, testing the security of the manacles, before scoffing.

“I’m certain you’ll see no reason to keep me bound after I’ve said my piece.” she stated firmly, and nodded to Torme.

The Tauren turned from Avehi, folding her hands neatly into one another behind her back as she retreated further into the Heart of Acherus. She bid Avehi - and her Enforcer escort - to follow.

“We shall see.”

Word spread quickly through the Necropolis. Soon enough, Avehi was surrounded by the whole host of Acherian Knights who had come to watch and listen. They surrounded the pit where the Draenei stood. Alone. She recalled this pit well; upon being risen, she was put up against another Knight in this very ring to fight to the final death, and prove herself as a worthy soldier in the Lich King's armies. Ten, eleven, perhaps twelve prospective Knights fell by her freshly forged rune blade that day. Looking around the pit now, she could still visualize where each of them had fallen… before their corpses were dragged away for parts. That wasn't the only time she'd stood here, either; practicing here on training days after the Lich King fell, she honed her skills, tempered her Hunger, and grew more accustomed to undeath.

Now, standing in the center of the Heart of Acherus, Avehi had never felt so vulnerable. Bound in shackles, relieved of her weapon, with hundreds of fellow Death Knights peering at her. The manacles continually drew upon her necrotic energy, stunting the very essence of her power. She might as well have been armless; even then, she could defend herself better if things went poorly. But like this, there was no way out. Bound, crippled, surrounded... She expected it. One way or another, she knew the Blade would restrain her. At least they were willing to hear her out, rather than just lock her away in a cage somewhere. It made her no less trapped, all the same.

The only way out was to appeal to the Convocation. They all gathered, one by one, atop the ledge of the pit. At the center of the five stood Dread Commander Thalanor, an elf of some repute - both pre- and post-death. In life, he served as a Ranger Commander, fighting until his last breath to defend his people's sacred Sunwell. In undeath, he rose the ranks quickly as a trusted Commander, both to the Lich King, and the Ebon Blade as they all found sovereignty. Now, he was named the Second in Command of Acherus itself, answering only to the Four Horsemen and the Deathlord. His leadership talents were unquestionable.

To his left, Lord Geoffrey Darrows, a former Kirin Tor wizard-turned-Necromancer brought into undeath when Dalaran was attacked. He had a reputation for being reclusive; how he came to become a member of the Convocation eluded Avehi. Perhaps due to his vast arcane knowledge? It was all Avehi could figure, anyway.

To Lord Darrows' left stood Dorann Rimeforge, a dwarven smith known across all of Azeroth. Avehi knew him well; the two shared a passion for crafting that even undeath couldn't diminish. They forged all manner of weapons and armor together, right here in Acherus. He seemed to recognize her, too; though unlike Tovaar, he wore no conflicted look on his bearded face. If anything… he looked disappointed. Avehi hoped after hearing her explanation, he'd understand… and given their positive relationship, vouch for her release.

Torme and Grek'thor stood to the Dread Commander's right, both peering at Avehi; neutrally and with contempt, respectively. Torme would see reason, Avehi suspected. That she was willing to hear out the Draenei at all was sign enough of that. By the same token, she was equally certain Grek'thor would do all he could to see her punished to the highest extent. He was definitely her biggest obstacle in this.

"Hmph. We've gathered - now speak your piece, Betrayer!" he barked, as the Heart fell silent. "Let's see this done."

Avehi swallowed hard, before clearing her throat. She had to calm herself - rising to Grek'thor's goading now, as she did before, would end all this before it began. She couldn't afford that. She still had a promise to keep…

"It has come to my attention that I'm wanted by the Ebon Blade." she began. "Respectfully, I feel this is in error. I'm here to explain why."

The Convocation all looked to one another, as hushed murmurings washed over the gathered Knights. Despite her heavily compromised position, Avehi retained her confidant poise.

"You're wanted for murdering a high ranking Ebon Blade official! Unprovoked!" Lord Darrows replied, incredulously. "What possible explanation could you have for doing that?"

"Do yeh deny it, lass?" Dorann added.

Avehi shook her head.

"I don't deny it," Avehi shook her head, "but it was not unprovoked. Tylveris Corpsedancer attacked me, and people close to me, in an effort to retrieve that artifact for the Ebon Blade. I acted in self defense."

The Draenei was met with puzzled expressions from all the Convocation but Grek'thor - who only continued to glare. They spoke lowly to one another, shaking their heads and shrugging…

"...What artifact?" Torme asked.

"I… don't know what it was called." Avehi shook her head, frowning. "Whatever artifact you told her to retrieve. Either way, her methods were--"

"--Tell us about the artifact!" Grek'thor barked.

Her tail flickered again, lips twitching as she resisted the urge to snarl back at the Orc. She had to keep composure...

"It was a bracelet of some kind. It imbued the wielder with immense power. Tylveris was seeking it to empower herself, but… it was destroyed when I killed her." she explained, calmly. "I’m told that originally, it was discovered by someone named Kholdiir Dunbar… and ultimately brought about his demise."

"Are we supposed t' know who that is?" Dorann huffed.

"--Some of us do." Lord Darrows interjected. "She speaks of one of the Lost Foci. It is said Dunbar discovered one, and - like she mentioned - it cost him his life. Such power is not for mortals to wield."

"Why was Corpsedancer seeking this relic, then?" Torme asked.

Avehi blinked. Her brow furrowed, shoulders shrugging. How was she supposed to know that?

"She did so at the Ebon Blade's command… didn't she?"

Silence was answer enough. The Convocation looked to one another, conferring silently concerning this new information. It wasn't hard to piece together; Tylveris acted on her own in pursuit of the artifact. It all made Avehi feel a lot better about coming clean. She'd intended to protest the methods Tylveris used, and explain her actions on killing her was self defense. But this was a much cleaner justification.

"Tch... If what yer sayin' is true… it aligns too closely with other concerns 'bout Tylveris Corpsedancer that this Convocation's had fer some time." Dorann explained. "T' answer yer question… nae. Th' Ebon Blade dinnae instruct Tylveris t' seek down such a relic."

"She was honorless." Grek'thor added, with a grunt. "She rose the ranks doing underhanded dealings. We've long suspected she'd make an attempt to climb higher… by any means necessary."

"Rumors and whisperings of Corpsedancer's plans to emancipate the Shadow Vault from the Ebon Blade have circulated for some time… but nothing was ever proven." Lord Darrows elaborated. "If she was seeking out one of the Lost Foci in secret… it likely wasn't for the benefit of the Blade."

This was all excellent to hear. Not just because Avehi was further justified in killing Tylveris, but hearing the Convocation's concern about her actions proved they weren't as morally bankrupt as she feared they were. Torme, Dorann, the Dread Commander… even Grek'thor, to a degree, all being in a position of power among the Ebon Blade, expressing concerns about malicious Knights, and striving to maintain peace… it was refreshing.

"Hm. Sounds as if I actually did the Blade a favor by killing her." Avehi smirked.

"Hmph! It may excuse her death, but what about Salynna Dawnbane?" Grek'thor scowled. "Murdered right here in Acherus just six weeks ago! Do you deny involvement in that?”

Avehi never learned her name, but she knew precisely who Grek’thor was talking about; the elf that raised Unkhra’huun… against her will. She remembered the encounter well. Her terrified demeanor, her eyes - cut from her head, by what Avehi suspected was her own hand. The way she begged for death…

"..Kill me.. please. I can not bear it anymore.. please.. I just keep seeing them.. bleeding, pustules, diseased, end it, PLEASE!"

The Draenei shook her head, and let out a sorrowful sigh. She didn’t wish for it to go as it had, but she had no choice. In truth, the elf had taken her own life, before Nedemus bashed her head against the cold stone wall - assuring her merciful death was final.

“... I was involved in that. But you must know that, too, was for a good reason.”

“Pray tell… what reason?” Torme crossed her arms.

“She travelled to Auchindoun, and raised an Auchenai Death Shepherd.” Avehi informed them. “She did this against her own will… and the will of the Ebon Blade. Her hand was forced, and her mind was lost. Killing her was a kindness.”

“Outrageous! What proof do you have?” Grek’thor growled.

“What proof do you need? Surely you’ve heard the reports - a Death Knight killing priests in Stormwind? He’s dangerous as he is now, and someone raised him for a reason!” Avehi snapped back, frowning - her composure failing as she began to argue with Grek’thor. “How long before the whole of Azeroth points the blame on Acherus?”

The crowd murmured louder, concern in every echoing voice. Torme stomped her hoof against the cold stone floor, silencing the masses quickly. She sighed.

“Your point is valid… we’ve been made aware of the incident to which you refer.” she nodded. “It appears you know a great deal more about it than we do.”

“I’m working with the Auchenai to find out who did this and why.” Avehi explained. “Coming to Acherus and finding Salynna was a part of that investigation.”

“Then why didja run, lass?” Dorann piped up.

“I… could not be hindered from my investigation.” she admitted.

“Then… why have you come back now?” Torme followed up.

“Because I need your help as much as you need mine. Finding out who raised the Death Shepherd benefits all of us as much as it benefits the Auchenai.” she declared, firmly. “I can’t continue investigating while looking over my shoulder for Enforcers and Hunters.”

She stepped towards the Convocation… and knelt down. This was it; she had to place her unlife in their hands, hoping they saw the reason in her actions. Supplication seemed appropriate, considering what was at stake.

"I came to face judgment. I'm sure I'm as tired of running as you are of pursuing." she sighed. "I've had my own misgivings about the Ebon Blade in the past. But if you're truly an organization set on keeping the peace among our kind… you know that helping in this investigation is the right decision."

The Convocation all looked to one another, before gathering to deliberate. They conferred in hushed whispers so low, they still couldn't be heard in the dead-silence that permeated Acherus. Avehi remained still, head hung as she stared at the ground. Her tail betrayed her anxiety in this moment. She was placing a lot of faith in the Convocation. And she hadn't placed faith in anything for a long, long time.

After a moment, the five of them formed up once more, towering over the Draenei. Torme nodded once to Tovaar, subtly. The Enforcer stepped into the pit… Avehi's hammer in hand.

"Th' Convocation's reached a decision, lass." Dorann stated.

"After hearing your detailed explanations, and in light of your… assistance… in keeping that artifact out of Tylveris Corpsedancer's malicious hands…” Lord Darrows continued.

“... We’ve agreed to pardon your actions against the Ebon Blade.” Torme nodded once, firmly.

Tovaar placed the hammer back in Avehi’s hands - and with a fluid action, unlatched her manacles. They fell loose, caught by the Enforcer before he stepped back. Avehi stood, exhaling a sigh as she felt her power - both innate and resonate with her trusted weapon - flow through her once more. She nodded appreciatively to Tovaar, before sheathing her hammer. Her eyes returned then to the Convocation.

“Thank you.” she dipped her head, politely.

“... With some conditions.” Torme added.

“Hmph. You’ve been operating as a rogue agent too long, Draenei.” Grek’thor grunted. “Whatever your reasons, your actions reflect on the Ebon Blade as a whole. If you want the Blade’s help in this investigation, you’ll do so as a member of the Blade once again.”

Dread Commander Thalanor finally spoke, stepping forward to the ledge separating Avehi and the Convocation. His eyes pierced hers with authority, as he nodded once.

“This is your only option.” he stated… tone as cautionary as it was inviting.

Avehi nodded once more as well, expression neutral. This, too, was expected. She knew burying the hatchet with the Ebon Blade would come with such a cost. But in a way, she was happy about it. She’d seen now, first-hand, that the Ebon Blade had reasonable Knights among their leadership. She respected the Convocation… some members more than others… but enough that she felt acting under the Ebon banner again would be… positive. Like old times. Whether she liked it or not… Acherus was her home once more.

“May it be so.”

~*~

(( @miernethepersevering / @kidcatgemini and @nedemus / @prancingmad for mentions. Unkhra’huun belongs to @archmage-stillwater ))

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shadowsnlace · 5 years

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Surgery update - personal, feel free to skip. But there’s some funny stuff in there too ;)

I have just been through less than 24 hours in hell.

The surgery went well. I came through like a champ. No nasty after effects. I felt just fine. I wasn’t even in a lot of pain.

4 hours after getting home - bleeding uncontrollably and the on call doc tells us to meet him at the emergency room. The doc called ahead to tell them to lookout for me and the ER desk ladies called me by name the moment I walked in. I mean, I was a dead giveaway with what looked to be a mini maxi pad strapped under my nose! Y’all, my bathroom looked like a crime scene! Bloody gauze, bloody q-tips...Tiger was saying CSI would have a field day in there.

Anyhoo, the doc cleans out a lot of blood clots from my nasal splints and around them. He decides to pack my nose with medicated gauze to stop all the bleeding on the right. (The left side was fine, I don’t know why the right side couldn’t behave too.) And let me just tell you all, I met the real life Hanataro! This Dr. Kimbro was short, slim, and very handsome. Even Tiger agreed he was Hanataro come to life. And so amazingly sweet! Even his voice was that same pitch, masculine, but comforting.

So, all goes well until around 2 a.m. & it seems like the bleeding is kicking off again on the right. I gave it until 6 a.m. and it was just bleeding like there was no packing. So, Dr. Kimbro (bless this sweet man) calls my doc to meet me at the offices where they all work.

This is when the horror show starts. Now, keep in mind, I was calm through the surgery, the ER, and even this morning. I felt fine, just bleeding like a horror movie victim.

I get to the office. My doc takes out the nasal splints, they were clogged anyway & I couldn’t breathe, so bye-bye, good riddance. Poor Tiger...he had a front row seat to all the blood clots the doc started pulling out of my sinsus cavity. He said he couldn’t believe it. Took him an hour to clear everything. He found 3 places that were bleeding and need to be cauterized. He put lidocaine up there...no big deal, except it rushed down my throat & made it go so numb I couldn’t swallow. I started dry heaving. But it wore off eventually and the doc kept working in between my need to stop and swallow or cough.

Next came the shots to prep for the cauterizing. No big deal at all, I’ve had worse. Well, doc and his team leave the room to give the shots time to kick in. I’m given a small cup of water to clear the numbness. Mistake! I couldn’t feel to swallow & it not only goes down the wrong pipe, there was a blot clot that has slipped into my throat that went with it. It’s just Tiger & me in the room. I suddenly can’t breathe, choking on a blot clot. Managed “Help” as I doubled over. My nose erupted all over the office floor. Tiger opens the door as the doc’s team comes rushing in. Hi all, welcome to my horror show, mind you don’t slip on the blood on the floor!

Tiger said he’s never seen a look of terror like that in my eyes until that moment. It scared the shit out of him. He’s seen me tough my way through a lot in 19 years. Today, I knew I was in real trouble.

I finally coughed up the clot, thankfully. Otherwise, I would have had a whole new problem.

But, y’all, I ain’t gonna lie...having anything in your sinus cavity cauterized doesn’t feel too swuft. Even with the shots, I was engaging in some creative cursing. ‘Son of a biscuit-eatin’ mother hen” was everyone’s favorite. The surgical film he put over the cauterizations hurt worse than the laser. All that poking around with those long tweezers.....grrrr.

I am now happy to say that I am feeling really good. Yeah, I’m sore, but it’s nothing a dose of Tylenol won’t chase away if needed. I still have a lot of stitches in my nose. The doc says my nose is now “perfect”. It’s all straight and symmetrical, even though it’s broken right now and being held in place by lots of stitches. That means no more bacteria to get trapped and cause that awful smell. He got rid of the bone spurs. And the cyst got zapped out too.

I have a great doctor. His nurse (the one that took such good care of me this morning, bless her) just called a few minutes ago to ask how I’m doing. She was happy to hear a good report. :) The doc also told me that he’s the one on call over the weekend, so if there is anything at all that crops up, call him immediately, even if it’s just a question about something. He calls me “The Warrior” because of my attitude and tolerance for pain. He always says, “You are one tough person.” Even Dr. Kimbro said last night, “I’ve seen grown men, tough guys, go through what I’m doing to you and can’t tolerate it. And you’re sitting here cracking jokes and laughing like it’s nothing!” Tiger just sat in the corner and laughed. ‘That’s my wife for you.” But, I guess a broken nose, stitches, and having it pushed around 4 hours post-surgery would make some folks howl. Sure, it was uncomfortable, but I didn’t find it unbearable. And besides, I had to take the opportunity to have some fun with the real Hanataro!

My nose is clear. I can breathe great and I’ve gone 6 hours now without even a hint of blood. I’m pretty darn happy at the moment. It’s all over.

Doctor’s orders: Sit around, eat what you want, and enjoy binge watching TV.

My Mama, bless her, has been so upset about all this. She was ready to go throw down with the doc. She made my fav German food for dinner last night (German potato balls with gravy and pot roast). And when I got home this morning, Daddy made me a batch of his famous egg salad so I can have sandwiches for dinner. (I can’t open my mouth too wide right now and have to eat small bites). Aren’t they sweet?

And, my Tiger-man. He has been stuck to me like glue. He’s taking great care of me and I am so thankful to have him. The man follows me to the bathroom ‘just in case’ I need something! Hahaha!

I hope all of you are doing well! I’m going to try to get back to writing soon.

Sending love & hugs to you all! ❤️

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dizzypinwheel · 5 years

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Identify Yourself

Chapter 6: The Case

While we’re at it, Merry Christmas! Have a link to the previous five chapters.

As they walked down the basement steps towards the evidence rooms, Hank tried to pilfer a glance at the curious folder tucked firmly under Fowler’s arm. No dice. Jesus, this whole situation was suspicious. His first day back and Fowler was entrusting him with this? Homicide had been his forte for ages, pretty much all he knew. When he really thought about it, his last big assignment had been that red-ice sting, and that was years ago. He massaged a stubborn knot in his neck as they reached the end of the staircase, trying to alleviate tendrils of tension crawling through his entire body.

Why me? What’s the catch?

Hank shuddered and rubbed his arms. The basement could get chilly, especially when there was rough weather afoot.

Think of something warm, like a fireplace or a hot toddy.

“So enlighten me,” He said aloud. “What’s so special about this case?”

“For starters, it’s a joint investigation between the DPD and FBI. Wait until we get into the evidence room -- I’ll tell you everything you need to know.”

“The FBI?”

Shit. Perkins.

Hank ground his teeth in discomfort. He recalled the day he lost his badge, how it all boiled down to giving that smarmy weasel of an agent a well earned knuckle sandwich. What had he called him again? Ah, yes. A fucking cocksucker. He wondered if their paths might cross again. What an absolute joy that would be.

So Tumblr on mobile is an asshole and likes to crowd the text. You can continue reading this chapter at AO3 for a clean read if you are on mobile. Grrrr.

Hank fell into step with Fowler, their footsteps echoing as they walked. They were greeted by a sliding glass door emblazoned with an etched emblem of the DPD. Just beyond it stood a false numbered wall, guarded by a softly lit password panel.

Fowler fished out his access card and pressed it against a projection of a glowing key scanner embedded in the glass. It beeped. The door slid apart with a soft hiss and granted them passage to the enclosure within.

Both of them approached the password panel. Hank stared politely at the ceiling while Fowler interfaced with it, scanning his palm and punching in his password. The screen glowed green as it acknowledged his credentials. It triggered a command to unlock one room in particular: enclosure 07. Somewhere in the distance, they could hear gears grind, a barrier retract. They turned down a lengthy hallway to the right flanked with numbered panels on either side, towards the source of light that emitted from their destination.

By the time they reached room 07, the evidence was on full display, ready to be picked apart and analyzed. Hank stepped inside and approached the wall. He scratched his beard as he walked past each item and scrutinized them with a watchful eye. A cluster of cubby holes stored all sorts of fragile evidence: several translucent tablets, presumably incriminating footage and eyewitness testimony, a peculiar orb-like contraption equipped with an on/off switch, and a sleek black handgun. His eyes travelled left to examine the remaining objects, all hung on a wall. There wasn’t much other than a couple articles of clothing: an android armband and a--

Hank froze.

“What the fuck?”

On a hook hung a rumpled semi-formal gray jacket, fashioned with details he knew all too well. The once glowing holographic triangle stitched below the lapel, now a dull, lifeless blue. The crisp string of letters and numbers that signified its task and purpose: RK800. Connor’s coat.

He absently ran his fingers over the soiled fabric.

The android used to fuss over this damn jacket all the time.

“This is about the assassination attempt near Hart Plaza, isn’t it?” he murmured. “He’s involved.”

Fowler stepped next to Hank, hands behind his back.

“That seems to be the case.”

Goddamnit, Connor.

Hank closed his eyes and shook his head, clenching a fistful of fabric before letting it fall from his grasp. He could kick himself. Of course, Connor was involved... it was only his fucking mission. At that point, Hank realized he never told Fowler about what happened on the rooftop. That would have to be rectified. He made a mental note to spare no detail; it would be important to the investigation.

“All right, debrief me,” he said, his voice level and professional. “What do we know?”

“Officers were able to respond to the scene immediately,” Fowler said. “They were patrolling the area during the speech and went in as soon as shit hit the fan. They were able to do some damage control and collect some evidence.”

“Like this gun?” Hank looked at Fowler. “I assume it was found at the crime scene.”

“Yes, we recovered it near the stage.”

After Fowler gave him a nod of silent consent, Hank reached for the gun and turned it over in his hand, careful to inspect every angle. An untrained eye might assume the weapon was just a simple standard issue semi-automatic pistol. Careful scrutiny proved otherwise.

“Huh… there’s no serial numbers,” Hank remarked.

“No fingerprints either. It’s one of the first things we checked.”

“Well, that’s a bitch,” Hank said as he returned the gun to its rightful place. “How about eyewitnesses? Were you able to take any statements?”

“Actually, yes,” Fowler said. He reached for a tablet nestled in a cubby-hole beneath the gun display and handed it to Hank. “We questioned an android who was on stage during the incident. Says that she saw everything.”

Hank unlocked the tablet screen with a swipe of a finger. It revealed a paused video which displayed a still image of a tense female android. She sat stoically in an interrogation room, hands rooted to her lap. Her visage was equally beautiful and fierce, as fiery as her plaited auburn hair. Hank knitted his eyebrows. Her appearance struck him as familiar, as if he had seen her model before, perhaps in an advertisement or the Eden Club warehouse.

“Who did the interview?”

“Tina,” Fowler replied. “And let me tell you, she was quite the asset.

She was the only officer the android trusted -- wouldn’t speak with anyone else.”

Hank pressed play and watched the video unfold. Tina was first to speak. Only her voice could be heard; the rest of her was hidden behind screen.

“All right, we’re rolling. Whenever you’re ready, please look at the camera and state your full name.”

The android cocked her head in bemusement. She stifled what appeared to be a smirk.

“North. Just North.”

Given the context, Hank supposed the question came across as asinine. After all, what android had a surname? When Tina spoke again, she sounded slightly sheepish.

“Thank you, North. I know the question might seem silly, but it’s protocol. In your own words, can you describe what happened last night, around 12:01 a.m.?”

North threaded her fingers together. She closed her eyes as she spoke, sifting through her memories with a fine-toothed comb.

“At midnight… I was on stage next to Markus. He was giving a speech. Everyone had lost so much and he wanted to lift them up.”

“I caught some of his speech on TV and thought it was powerful. Markus seems like a gifted speaker.”

North kept her eyes trained to the floor. She tapped the table with her fingers, jaw set, posture rigid. By contrast, her voice was soft, barely audible. She swallowed before speaking.

“He is.”

At that moment, she swore beneath her breath and looked away. She sniffled. The back of her hand swiped away any tears that threatened to fall. A chair creaked behind screen as Tina stood to retrieve a box of tissues, which were gently placed in front of North. North sighed and crossed her arms in response. The tissues were left untouched.

Tina remained calm and professional, addressing North with patience and sympathy.

“What about after the speech? What happened next?”

North re-closed her eyes.

“There was this little moment of silence after he stopped talking, as if everyone was still processing what he said. And then it got loud… so loud. Everyone was cheering. I started to scan the crowd -- I wanted to see their faces, their hope.”

“When you looked at the crowd, did you notice anything unusual or suspicious?”

“Not at first, but as I looked around, an android caught my eye. It was like seeing a ghost.”

“How so?”

“That android, he was a prototype, not mass produced like the rest of us… and I saw him die.”

She shook her head as she re-lived grim memories of gunfire and death, hands clenched into tight, shaking fists. The next words she spat out were stony barbs of anger and resentment.

“He was shot by soldiers at Jericho. He sacrificed himself to help us escape.”

“And this android, you saw him again in the crowd?”

“Yes, but he wasn’t the same. Someone took his spark and he seemed cold, almost lifeless. And when I looked down, I saw he had a gun.”

North looked at Tina with a look Hank could only describe as helpless.

“He was aiming it at Markus.”

“I can’t imagine how you must have felt. Do you remember else about this android, his name, model, anything like that?”

“Not much, just bits and pieces. I learned about him from the news, that he was a detective programmed to investigate deviant cases.”

Tina reacted with surprise.

“Connor? You’re referring to Connor.”

“Yes, you know him?”

“You could say that. He was assigned to this precinct. My partner wasn’t very fond of him.”

North raised an eyebrow, unamused.

“Who, that short man with a scar across his face?”

“Yes, Gavin.”

“He looks like he wouldn’t be fond of anyone.”

“And she’d be right,” Hank snarked.

“Just watch the video,” Fowler said.

Tina was next to reply.

“He’s... complicated.”

“Codeword for asshole,” Hank said.

“Hank,” Fowler warned.

“Sorry.”

“‘North, let’s talk about the gun. When you saw it, what did you do?”

“That whole part is a bit of a blur.”

“That’s all right… just close your eyes and describe what you can remember. Every bit helps. ”

North nodded. She closed her eyes and leaned forward with a measured breath, hands laced together as if in prayer. Her forehead rested against the palm of her hand.

“I remember screaming someone had a gun… and then I shoved Markus to the ground and shielded him with my body. I refused to let him get up... I was so scared he would get shot.”

“Did you see anything else?”

North shook her head.

“No, nothing. I was face down. My eyes were on Markus the whole time. His safety was my primary focus and I lost track of what happened after that.”

“North, I think that’s about it. Again, I want to thank you for your cooperation. You’ve been beyond helpful. Before we end the interview, is there anything else on your mind? I want to make sure we cover all our bases.”

North twisted in her seat, turning to face Tina.

“Yes, there’s one thing... I’m not sure this is Connor’s fault.”

“Really? You think someone else might be involved?”

“Absolutely. Connor cared about us, defended us. He never would have thought about harming Markus, let alone killing him. When he died, something happened to him. Someone programmed him to act like that.”

“Do you have any idea who would want to do something like this?”

North shrugged, her voice weary.

“Someone who hates us. My point is regular androids don’t have free will; they simply do as they’re told. Try to remember that when you find him. He might be innocent.”

Hank paused the video. His mind churned through a flurry of thoughts. Connor was a stone’s throw away from the stage and he didn’t take the shot? He hesitated.

How the hell did Connor go from a stone cold rooftop sniper to a timid coward? Throughout their previous investigations, Connor had shown nothing but reckless bravery, unafraid to risk life and limb to apprehend a suspect, whether it be throwing himself into high-speed traffic or sliding from a rooftop onto a moving train. Fuck, he even used his body as a human shield, protecting Hank from a spray of bullets at Stratford Tower. Self-preservation had never been a priority…

But he ran. He fucking ran.

A thought bolted through his brain like an abrupt thunderclap, remnants of an old investigation with Connor, brief banter they had shared on a gray, bleary day.

Hank shivered as icy raindrops trickled down his neck and soaked into his shirt. If only his coat was thicker. Connor had been droning on about the possible whereabouts of a fugitive they were after, a deviant AX400, and how its motivations were presumably driven by fear. Hank was skeptical.

“Androids don’t feel fear,” Hank said dismissively.

“Deviants do,” Connor insisted. “They get overwhelmed by their emotions and make irrational decisions.”

If the witness was indeed reliable, Connor was a deviant… and likely a loose cannon: emotional unstable, desperate, reckless, unpredictable. Despite how pissed he was, Hank couldn’t help but feel a flicker of worry.

At that moment, he flinched as Fowler snapped his fingers loudly right next to his ear. Hank responded with an unseemly scowl and swiped Fowler’s hand away.

“For fucks sake, Jeffrey,” he snarled. “Knock it off.”

“I asked you a question and you zoned out.”

“Next time, try tappin’ me on the shoulder like a normal person,” Hank said as as he rubbed his ear. “Anyways, what’d you say?”

“I asked you about the witness. What do you think?”

“She seems credible, but I’m not sure I buy what she said about Connor. Do you think she’s right, that he might be innocent?”

“We have our suspicions but nothing conclusive just yet. Let’s just say we take her claims seriously and have made the matter a part of our investigation.”

Hank gazed at Fowler curiously but decided to not press the issue any further. “You didn’t happen to dig up any extra evidence, did you? Something to substantiate her claims?”

“As a matter of fact, we did. We were able to verify Connor’s location through the timestamps and GPS coordinates in his tracker history. It all matches up.”

“Well, shit, isn’t that handy? How’d you manage to get your hands on that kind of information?”

“With a tracking device CyberLife gave the station the day Connor arrived. They wanted us to be able to monitor his whereabouts while he was in our possession. It was a precautionary measure.”

“And the jacket?”

“Found at the scene of what was initially thought to be an unrelated crime. A security guard from Hart Plaza Station had reported an incident of theft and vandalism.”

“Theft and vandalism,” Hank repeated. “Who was the perp?”

“Take a wild guess.”

Hank almost snorted. Mr. Straight-Laced, Hank-

Why-Are-You-Making-An-Illegal-Bet-Detective, racking up a criminal record? Preposterous.

“He hacked a kiosk, stole a pass, and took the final evening train before anyone could detain him,” Fowler said. “If you want, you can review the surveillance footage later.”

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind. Is there anything else you feel like tellin’ me while we’re down here?”

“Yes, there’s a bit more,” Fowler said.

He reached for the classified folder that had been tucked under his arm, opened it, and pulled out a single page document.

“The one concerns an unusual detail we learned about the jacket,” Fowler continued, handing the paper to Hank. “And the possibility of new suspects in the case. In particular, the final three lines on the page.”

Hanks moved the document away from his face and began to study the impossibly small print. The first thing he noticed was the letterhead: the word CYBERLIFE on the far right corner of the page, stamped in a bold, crisp font. As for the document itself, it was like trying to make sense of an unfamiliar language. He understood bits and pieces, that it was an itemized list. At Fowler’s request, he concentrated on the very bottom of the page and silently read the strings of numbers and letters that appeared before him:

8.15.38 RK800 #313-248-317 - 51: DESTROYED

11.8.38 RK800 #313-248-317 - 52: DESTROYED

11.9.38 RK800 #313-248-317 - 53: DEACTIVATED

“What am I lookin’ at, Jeffrey?”

“An inventory list of every Connor model CyberLife has assembled and activated.”

“And they handed it over,” Hank said as he raised a suspicious eyebrow. “Just like that?”

“They were surprisingly compliant. What do you think of those numbers? Do they mean anything to you?”

“Not the ones in the middle, but I’m guessin’ you know. Care to enlighten me?”

“So the first nine numbers are serial numbers identical for every Connor model, printed on every jacket.”

“And what about the digits at the end, the ones that go from one to fifty-three? What do they represent?”

“The body count.”

“But there’s fifty-three…” Hank gaped. “Fuck me… so, what, the numbers are some kind of death counter?”

He glanced at the document again and scanned down the status column of the page. He noted the fate of every model before August 15th had been sealed, annotated simply as [REDACTED]. He wondered what might have happened to them; perhaps they’d been like lab rats, tested, stressed, poked and prodded, tweaked until they reached a baseline for perfection and were finally deemed fit for deployment. But still… the thought of experiencing death fifty-three times made Hank shudder. Once was plenty.

“Christ, that’s morbid.”

“CyberLife seems to think otherwise,” Fowler replied. “Those numbers are apparently how they aggregate data, and they’ve been using it to log the status of every Connor model in their possession.”

“So how is this data relevant to the investigation?”

“We’re getting to that now. Read the last entry at the bottom of the page, the number of the final Connor model activated.”

“Three-one-three, two-four-eight, three-one-seven dash fifty-three.”

“Now check the jacket.”

Hank looked at Fowler curiously as he stepped closer to the jacket, squinting to properly read the fine print.

“Three-one-three, two-four-eight, three-one-seven dash fifty--”

Hank faltered midspeech as his eyes flitted from the jacket to the list. “Fifty-four.” He flipped the document over, only to find it blank. “You sure this list is up-to-date?”

“According to CyberLife, it’s the most recent list they have on file.”

“All right, well, anyone can tamper with a document...but how about the physical inventory? Maybe they had some extras lyin’ around.”

“You don’t think we haven’t already tried that route? CyberLife gave us complete access to their warehouse and we scoured every floor, top to bottom. We weren’t able to find a single Connor model, not one trace.”

Hank clenched the document tightly as he paced the floor, his nerves like live wires, inflamed with irritation.

“They’re lying through their teeth,” he seethed. “What the hell are they tryin’ to hide?”

“Whatever it is, it’s big,” Fowler said. “And they’re trying to control the narrative any way they can.”

Hank shook his head. His fingers ran through his hair. “So what’s next?”

“We’ve organized a manhunt and issued an APB. Connor’s considered a fugitive and we intend to capture him by any means possible.”

“But he’s got no connections,” Hank gestured. “No friends or family, no previous job or address. Where would we even start?”

“Near Hamtramck Station, where he was last seen. The main goal is to apprehend him intact. His testimony could prove invaluable,and if he dies, so does our best chance of connecting CyberLife to this case.”

“You’re talkin’ like he could croak anytime. Just how much danger is he in?”

“If Cyberife’s tying up loose ends, plenty. Connor knows too much and that puts him at risk. That’s why time is of the essence. It’s imperative we find him first.”

Hank crossed his arms as he spoke. “And if we find him and he refuses to comply, what then?”

“Use your negotiating skills -- make him see reason. You built a rapport with him. He might not trust a stranger, but we think he’ll trust you. Use that to your advantage.”

“And if that fails?” Hank asked. He felt a fraught moment of self-doubt, unsure he deserved the faith Fowler had placed in him.

“Then we incapacitate him and arrest him by force. Keep in mind, he’s still our primary suspect and his detainment is non-negotiable. One way or another, he comes with us.”

“Fair enough. Anything else I should know before we finish up?”

“Take a few minutes to get acquainted with the rest of the files,” Fowler said, handing the folder over, “then find Ben. He’ll accompany you to the field and can answer any additional questions you might have about the case.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

As Fowler walked away, Hank relished this unexpected stroke of luck. Ben Collins was a seasoned officer who actually cared about his work. Hell, they’d been desk buddies for years, enabling their mutual unhealthy eating habits with shared boxes of donuts and candy. They would work together just fine.

And he wasn’t Gavin.

A huge perk, indeed.

Once Hank was sure he had the room to himself, he flipped open the folder and began to examine the remaining documents, intent on committing them to memory. He knew this case would be difficult but he was determined to do his best, not allow sentimental feelings to get in the way.

“You’re not the only one with a mission,” he muttered.

With that, he doubled down on his concentration and prepared for the task that laid ahead, one he planned to accomplish at all costs: track down the person he had once called friend… and bring him to justice.

I owe so much to @silenceindetroit. I know I sound like a broken record, but she is a wonderful, encouraging beta and has truly helped me grow as a writer. I love you.

If you made it to the end, thank you for reading. I lost count of how many hours I put into this chapter and I hope it brings joy to everyone. The next chapter will be from Connor’s perspectives. A lot of blocks have been set up and I look forward to knocking them down.

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@asunachinadoll // @malanoches // @negotiator-on-site // @spirit--fox // @kaylaproductions // @fizzabel // @windyfiend

#dbh #detroit become human #connor #connor dbh #hank #hank anderson #hank dbh #Identify Yourself #dbh fanfic #dbh fanfiction

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moogiwarah · 6 years

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Yaoi/Shounen-ai ヾ(≧∇≦*)ゝ

I won’t be updating this post anymore hehe instead, newly read BL will be posted here (under the tag ‘rec’). Happy reading!

SHOUNEN-AI MANHWA

💖•Star x Fanboy (ongoing) -cUTE ASF ?! AS IIIIN ?! BOTH THE STORY AND ARTWORK 😭💜 HUHU IBABATO KO CP KO GANON AKO KAKILIG SAKANYA. MUST READ ISTG ANG CUUUTE 😩.

💖•Fools (completed) - A reeeeeaally good read! 💘 like,, saglitan ‘to sa’kin and I’m sad that it’s over :(((((((((( The seme is my dream guy,, actually i think he’s every girl’s dream guy, he’s so good. ✊️😞💯💜 (this is my wallpaper atm, they’re so cute talaga).

💖•Heesu In Class 2 (completed) -😍👌💜✊️😩💘 cute and so pure im,,, ugH orz. Nung natapos ko season 1 I fell in love with the story,, like PROTECT THEM OK THEY’RE SO FLUFFY AND PURE TALAGA aksjsdhjkjh

•What Lies at the End (completed)-parang nanood ka ng short series 👌 good character and plot development.

•Raising a Bat (completed) -LIKE WATCHING A KDRAMA PRAMISSSS good sht esp. sa mga bandang dulo,, deals with realistic problems 💯👌. /becomes a little mature as it progresses/

•Unripened Expression (completed)-FOHTA LONG HAIR NG MC DITO NAKAKALOKA! Cute graphics! 👀

•A Man Like You (completed) -THE ART 👌✨ ngl the seme is shady pero it's pretty damn interesting 👀

•Can't Take My Eyes Off You (completed) -ANG KDRAMA DIN NG DATING NETO SKL HAHAHA. It looks promising 👀👀

• 💖 For Your Love (ongoing)-VERY FLUFFY. I thought it was quite boring and nagagaguhan ako sa MC nung una pERO UGH IM SO GLAD I CONTINUED READING IT IS SO SWEET HUHU

💖•Meeting Him (completed)- tHIS IS A CUUUUUUUUUUTE ONE. Especially the seme :(( the plot is clearly inspired from Kdramas, royal person from the past is suddenly transported to present day. However, despite it being completed maraming unresolved things abt the story in the end, yun lang downside for me haha.

•My Starry Sky (completed)- A dramatic slice of life. It is veeeeery emotional. It is about two childhood friends and the progression of their friendship and feelings towards e/o. Not the usual na pampakilig type of romance but still a nice read nonetheless!

MANHUA

💖•19 Days (ongoing, shounen ai) -A CLASSIC 💯😂👌 the side couple MAKES ME SCREAAAAM ANG CUTE TALAGA NILA HAH JUST LOOK 👀 HUHU

💖•Cry For Me (ongoing, yaoi) -ANG CUTE NG ART TAPOS PATI YUNG CHARACTERS HUHU THEY ARE SO PRECIOUS AND CHILL AND THIS IS A VERY NICE READ TALAGA :(( 💜

💖 •Men’s Wear Store and “Her Royal Highness” (ongoing, shounen ai) -HOYYY ANG CUTE NETO EWAN KO BA? TRIP NA TRIP KO ‘TOOOO HUHUHU CUTIE NILA GRABEHHH,, im not a fan of crossdressing pero this story made me see the light! hahaha pls read if u can it is really good 💜

💖 •Here U Are (ongoing, shounen ai,,, for now? haha)-The art is soooooo fcking good ?? ugh 👌 yung story din? it is 👌 👌 👌 BACK THEN DI KO MASYADO TRIP TO TBH,, PERO NGAYONG BINASA KO YUNG LATEST CHAPTERS I FELL IN LOVE HUHUHUHU PLEASE READ THIS, THIS IS SOOOO GOOD :(( 💜

asldjhasjkas in case u didn’t notice, lahat ng manhuas na nabasa ko love na love ko. i think the chinese peeps have a talent for creating great yaoi (art + story) ganon huhu ok skl

WEBTOON (all shounen-ai)

💖•That Awkward Magic! (ongoing)-aNG CUTE NG DALAWANG ITO AAAAAAA 💜 💜 💜 , one of the works wherein the seme is really, very, truly, boyfriend material. Dream boy ganon /sighs/

•My Weird Roommate (ongoing) -yeeeees hit me with that cliche trope, we all need cliches

🔞👀 manhwa

💖•Killing Stalking (completed)-SO FUCKED UP BUT SO DAMN GOOD GRABE 😩👌 NO WORDS NEEDED 💯 i cried at the last chapter :))

💖•Youjin (completed)-Such a good but short read! HAHAHAHA idk man nagenjoy ako dito ng bongga,, the only problem is that kokonti chapters and it’s already completed huhu. Highly suggested! 💜

• 💖 Love Is An Illusion (ongoing)-ABO dynamics! kala ko sa fanfics ko lang 'to makikita lol and the artwork is niiiiice! 👀👌

• 💖 Sign (ongoing)-The story is about a deaf cafe owner and a guy who has,,, like,,, a fetish for the deaf cafe owner’s voice akdjaskdh. It’s new and interesting 💜

•Window Beyond Window (completed)-GRABEH TOH ANOH,, BASTA MALALAMAN NIYO DIN BAKIT GANYAN REACTION KO WHEN U READ IT HAHAHAHA GRABEH PO TALAGAH ARAW ARAW SILA HAHAHAHA. This is like a prequel to “Room to Room”

•How Sweet is a Sugar Daddy? (completed) -THE DIALOGUES ARE SOOOOOOOOOO GOOD. Nakailang screenshots ako dito. And,, idk ha para saken ang hot nung seme, like one of the hottest 😩🔥

• 💖 BJ Alex (completed) -weLllLlL ang fanfic ng dating nito (i mean,,, handsome camboy is a campus crush? dibUH hahaha)

•Lover Boy (completed)- ISANG TELESERYE,, DAMING PINAGDAANAN HAHAHA,, oh and Eunho (a main character) reminds me of Jungkook,, just sayin 👀 isa din tong gRaBeHh btw lol

•From Points of Three (completed)-Mej madrama yung seme at uke dito, ewan ko sa kanila dami nilang alam HAHAHA,, but it’s entertaining lmaO. (there’s a threesome here, not too much tho, light lang. This ain’t polyamory tho, pero if di niyo trip yun, ayan nawarn ko na kayo haha)

•I'm Yours, Blood and Soul (completed) -type ko 'to, basta type ko siya hahaha it's an easy read for me hehe cutie

•My Last Love Scenario (completed) -Established relationship!! I read this before the prequel so mej bobo ako don hakhak. prequel

•Wolf in the House (ongoing) -BEXAN! 💜 SIBERIAN HUSKY! uwu

•Make Me Bark (completed) -a lighthearted read,, typical yaoi with good graphics u know hahaha

💖Totally Captivated - AHHHHH this manhwa got mE totally captivated grrrr. A yaoi that ACTUALLY works well with action. This is great if you want a lengthy read na di ka mabibitin!

manga (mostly 🔞)

💖•Ten Count -wooooop 👉👉👀👀👌👌 chos di lang yon ofc the plot got me hooked too, this is rly good!

💖•Life Senjou no Bokura (completed) -UMIYAK AKO BRUH DI KO INEXPECT YON 😭 I CRYYYYYY SHEEEEEEEEET MUST READ IT'S BEAUTIFUL PRAMIS U WON’T REGRET READING THIS 😭👌💜

💖•Honto Yajuu (ongoing)- I LOVE THIIIIS GRABEE (icon ko sila d2 sa tumblr so halata naman jadhasdkh) THEY’RE SO PRECIOUS 😢 💜 ❤️🧡💛 My all time fave yaoi manga talaga (as of now)!! hehehe. As in, idk tuwang tuwa ako sa couple na ‘to because they show such a loving and healthy relationship hehe.

💖•Yatamomo- pROTECT THIS COUPLE EWAN KO HA MOMO IS...UGHHHHH 😢💜 Comedy but if u look closer grabe basta huhu it might seem like comedy and sex pero sHUCKS SILA I LOVED THIS 🧡💛

💖•Fushidara na Hanatsumi Otoko (completed)- This features a good relationship, likeable characters, and is very pleasing to read so it’s sad to know na mej underrated to huhu 😢💜 A very good read!! 💛

💖•Gunjou no Subete- slightly painful but my heart felt fULL after reading this ahhhhh 💜

•Labradorescence- A doctor and a photographer, ahh yes, slice of life of two adults uwu

•Kocchi Muite Waratte- Co-workers!! Cute confessions and relatable inner dialogues! 💜

•No.6 -A plot heavy story na di super focused on romance,, BUT IT’S THERE AND THEY LOVE EACH OTHER AND THE PLOT IS GOOD SOOOO yeah it’s a good read!

•Super Lovers -aAaAaAH Ren the cutie pie uwu,, for those who are bothered by age gaps,, this ain’t for u lol. Also this is (kinda) slow burn! For those who don’t know what that is igoogle niyo nalang hahaha basta ayon, more on slice of life siya,, as in showing the daily lives of the characters etc. etc.

•Konya mo Nemurenai -CUTIE NILAAAA 💜 THERE'RE DEMONS IN THIS MANGA AND THEY CHILL AF COZ..u know,, manga.

sequel:

•Jackass! -A fun and easy read hehehe and idk ha trip ko pagka drawing sa characters 👀👌

💖•Sasaki to Miyano (ongoing)- I AM IN LOOOOVE WITH THIS MANGA!! I LOVE IT WITH A PASSION 🔥💜 para siyang typical na tropahan ng guys sa anime bUT WITH ROMANCE,, yung SHOUJO MANGA type na romance huhuhu a must read! Warning tho, matagal tagal mag update :((

💖•Yoidore Koi o Sezu (completed, yaoi)- Saglitan sa’kin ‘to hahaha, it is very very very nice! Good romance, good sex, good story, aHhhh a good read! 💜

💖•Shiba-kun to Sheperd-san (ongoing, yaoi)- tHERE IS A CUTE DOG HERE GRABE GRRRR. PATI YUNG MAGJOWA DITO VV CUTIEEE. Kaso another one na mabagal bagal magupdate zzz but still! A cute read! uwu

💖•Sayonara Alpha (completed, yaoi)- ABO!Dynamics mej nakaka loka siya kasi parang kakatok na yung FBI maya maya sa pintuan habang binabasa ko ‘to asldjnanskjdadjjasjk. but don’t worry! hindi siya (totally) shotacon! AND I ACTUALLY LIKED HOW UNIQUE IT IS EWAN OK NAGENJOY AKO HAHAHA BASTA BASAHIN NIYO TO KNOW WHY TF IT IS SO UNIQUE HAHAHA.

💖•Itsuka koi ni naru made (ongoing, yaoi)- i think i have a thing for unrequited love between best friends asldjaskjdhadh. Ok ang cliche nito tbh pero iDK WE ALL NEED CLICHES EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE AND THIS IS A GOOD ONE hehez.

This has a sequel, and apparently it’s good! at nakakaloka completed ang sequel pero yung prequel hindi grr (di ko pa nababasa coz habang inuupdate ko to tsaka ko lang nalaman lmao):

•Kazoku Ni Narouyo (mangarock says it’s ongoing, but mangago says it’s completed sO don ako sa completed HAHAHA)

💖•Usagi Otoko Tora Otoko (completed)- HOY ANG PURE NITO. VERY WHOLESOME. GRABE MY HART OK. The couple is so precious and cute huhu PLEASE READ THIS IT IS GOOD FOR UR HEART :”(( 💜

•Hatsukoi- The characters OBVIOUSLY look like kageyama and hinata, pero since the author used different names, hindi ko siya icoconsider na doujinshi out of respect hahaha. NAPUYAT AKO NETO COZ IT WAS INTERESTING AF.

💖 •(haikyuu!dj) Pinky Promise with My Boyfriend the King (completed, shounen ai) -BASAHIN MO FUUUUUUUUUUUKK SO MUCH MOE DLADASFASJDLASKJDAS

•(haikyuu!dj) Hatsukoi Combat (one-shot, shounen ai)-AAAH ANG CUTE POTEK I LOVE KAGEHINA SO MUCH OK I HAD TO 😭

•(haikyuu!dj) Tatoeba (one-shot, shounen ai), -FAVE PAIRING KO TALAGA KUROKEN SKL OK I LOVE THEM KASO DI GANUN KARAMI FANFICS and DOUJINSHI NILA :(( (one-shot)

•(haikyuu!dj) Precious Inversion (one-shot, shounen ai) -AAH another cute one ugH KageHina is precious af ok,, appreciate ✊️😩

I hope you found something to your liking! 💜 Again, I will no longer be updating this post but for my new recommendations, I’ll be posting it under the tag: ‘rec’. Happy reading! 🙆💋

#yaoi #rec #shounen ai #ongoing #completed

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sw3etcreatur · 2 years

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IGHT the irl meet mashup panic 3rd wheel hangout that was supposed to be a cute date n make out thing a story for me to read 03.27.22

first off all this dude was supposed to go to work but called off cuz he was feeling sick ANYWAY

friend R didn’t confirm w me he wanted to hang till i was already on campus (and an hour before too lyke), but hm partly my fault for agreeing and leading that it would be fine to hang that day on short notice

okay fast track to earlier mans says r u down i say ya im down blah blah then he sends a spotify link and says he has tix to see this artist next week but silly me didn't click the link or look up if the artist was act touring and said coo nice dood will listen to it later! anyway proceeds to tell me he's on his way cue me excited nervous blushing looking forward to it (in an hour ish also i was so hungry, shouldve ate lunch to avoid this coming MESS)

anyway SILLY ME AGAIN i had made plans w another friend S for later lunch/early dinner food and instead of cancelling on one or the other, i keep both hang outs. mind you these r two completely different people. i tell S that i was meeting with R also but forgot to tell R that S was gonna be hanging with us, at least for food. my b

friend gets here, im sitting with a diff friend J and introduce them and they bond over the alchemist since J was reading that okay then S gets here a little later im like omg s <3_<3 and we tell J byeeee time for food

now, friend said he already ate so i assumed he wouldn't eat so i would buy him a drink or something bc i was fs gonna eat i was hungryyy but no this man gets food anyway and enjoys his bowl and im like oh? bc also i knew he probs didnt want to spend money? he mentioned that a couple days ago about saving i was like yeah valid totally b i'm like that too blah blah he gets up at some point to throw his trash away and s asks if we're dating im like babes we just met for the first time in person today after texting/facetiming for a week hahaah B HE ALSO SAYS I HAVE H03S, u r my ho likeeeee

OKAY ANYWAY,.. this is where my biggest mistake was made (maybe)... i ask S what her plans are after food and she says nothing im like oop i look at friend and i'm like idek we have no plans either but im dumb i think we had a d*te and i stupidly go like oh! movies? and then i'm like okay fryft to my place even frikin though i specifically told friend he would not be seeing my apartment day 1 of meet up im so dumb yall 1. i should've told S bye see u next week, 2. that's it i should told her bye but .... bro i panicked i just didnt know how to tell s no i wanna be alone with a boy ugh i cant say no to ppl and deep down i've been wanting to hang w s for minute now

we go back to my place, give them a tour blah blah kinda awkward grrrr im a terrible hostess blah blah yay arrived to my bland apartment <3 friend has not really said a word <3 i feel awful but i didnt know why just yet*

we watch some amazon prime then peaky blinders and not even half way friend is like oki gtg dont wanna get home too late (he seems annoyed lmaoooo) and i walk him down to the train station (s asked if i wanted her to come and walk him down but i was like nah we're cool) anyway walking down im like soooo what'd u wanna know he says well it's too late and in my head im like ? how is it too late anyway fool misses his train he timed it wrong but i walk him over anyway and i think i would've stayed with him till the next train got there but i foolishly left my phone back in my apartment im so DUMB moral of the story our d8 turned into a really awkward 3 person hang out but more awk for him then me and s since we're friends oh also i introduced him to 2 more of my roomies and i feel awful lmao he said he had social anxiety which i should've taken more seriously

fast forward again hanging w S rest of the night ahhhh after friend leaves then shots with roomies after S leaves and boom it's 2 am and i decide to text friend hoping he got home okay THEN I CLICK THE SPOTIFY LINK HE SENT EARLIER THAT DAY b it was .... b this man must've been soooo disappointed LMAO but what were u doing having expectations cmon (cmon by 1d) ugh but he's soooo beautiful

*anyway why i feel awful: he's a brown man, S is a white woman i feel like maybe he thought i didnt trust him and needed a white savior to protect me which isnt true at all? i felt no threat from him, super easy going, we were in public the sun was out everything was fine! i wanted to be alone w him and walk around and talk :( i feel really bad about having S there the whole frickin time im soooo frickinnn pissed ahahaa we watched white chicks LOL anyway he said probably doesnt wanna meet again im like valid sure of course today was .... but i still wanna see him ... but i shouldnt .... we unfollwed eachother n everything soooo basically spirits said no :(

the end until next time maybe this summer #btr adventures lmao iykyk < 3

post remarks of things i know:

you have asthma , mom's a tr*mpie yet somehow got vaccine, dad projected his dreams onto u of wanting you to be a doctor or something but hey artist (which i love so much like wowwwwoowowowow)

nvm i do get attached to people i say i dont but i do its been two days im still thinking about this also here i am writing a 1000 word essay about a DAy and he's prolly like i j wanted some **** lmao boys r dumb h*ate m*n but again god he's gorgeous but i deserve the best <3 whatever tht may be <3

#quesrions for u what did u think would happen #thoughts on friend #and roomies #when did u decide yea im not stepping foot here agin #have u seen a star is born #hows ur 6 pack #girls dont care b

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koganphrancis · 6 years

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Actual footage of Ian trying to wake up his dick.

Season H8 Episode 3: Where Everything’s Made Up And The Points Don’t Matter

The good(ish) news about this week’s episode is that compared to last week’s, nothing hurt all that much and no groups of innocent people were shamed.

The bad news is-it still sucked. It was written by the evil Krista Vernoff and had very little to do with what had gone on the week before. Ian and Terror, in particular, seemed to have no connection with what happened in the last episode (except we saw a shot of Ian’s shitty tattoo at the end).

Since the demon show is continuing at least one more season, I wish they’d force writers to read the scripts they didn’t write, instead of (I’m assuming) just getting summaries or following general ideas on the white board.

Anyway, almost all the troubles the gang was facing last week disappeared as if by magic-or really crappy script writing.

Svetlana and Vee made up in less than 30 seconds. While I’m glad for Svetlana, what was the point of even having her “impounded” for such a short time? And the authorities are just going to drop the whole sex trade excuse Vee used to have her taken into custody? And I guess maybe this will set up tension when they’re all working together at the bar again-but maybe not? It was dumb.

Kev had a bunch of DNA testing done-um, how are they going to pay for that?-and found out he’s Bart from Kentucky and his family tree only has one branch. Can’t wait to see where this inbred storyline is going (please read that in a very sarcastic tone). Last week’s bears are about to be replaced by next week’s hicks, maybe. Smell that comedy gold!

Youens plowed his car into a house and even that-or the threat of prison-wasn’t enough of a wake up call to try to return to sobriety. (Why is he off the wagon after getting Lip on it? I’m pretty sure Krista didn’t bother to write a reason, or maybe I was so bored I missed it.) The main thing I took away from this part of the story was when Youens says if he had killed the woman in the house with his car, he would’ve gotten 20 years for vehicular homicide. Really? And Mickey got 15 for NOT killing a woman who was shooting at him when the cops showed up? And with no physical evidence or witness testimony that he had tried to kill Sammi? Wow, ain’t that a bitch?

Neil dumped Debbie (something Snore and Terror can’t seem to do with their Gallaghers) and told her she’s a horrible person. When Debbie repeats that to her family, none of them even question it or try to tell her she’s not.

Liam was barely in it.

Frank is all into this mellow “I’m a saint” thing now and it’s just zzzz.

Fiona gets a tenant for the empty apartment, but the evil gf of Nessa is waiting on the staircase in her daisy dukes when he comes out from seeing the place and lies to him about bedbugs so Fi will rent the place to her friends, but for less money. Cuz all these coincidences could totally happen-from her friends needing a place to Mel being on the spot when the one qualified renter comes to see the place. Later Fi goes all South Side on Mel and it was so damn boring. Rumbling over an apartment rental? Yawn.

No Snore in this episode, but Lip does mention how he can’t even take care of Lucas anymore, so I’m betting we don’t see the kid ever again again. It’s no big loss to the show, but it’s so stupid that Snore has no problems/struggles raising a kid on her own.

Carl loses the hot tub (has to sell it for quick cash-or the meth dealer took it-I wasn’t paying close enough attention-he’s there when it’s taken away and he takes Carl’s towel from around his neck and that was actually kinda funny), and somehow (magic?) knows how to drive and operate a backhoe. That someone left the keys in at the cemetery. Krista, how many coincidences am I supposed to swallow? Not to mention the rip off of Ian stealing the helicopter? Get some fresh ideas! You also have had them dig up a dead relative before.

Now for Ian who every week is truly this show’s blank slate. Last week he was acting like maybe he was manic-this week? No sign of that. Things start with a family-except for Fiona-council of war about the drug dealer that’s after them, and we get a new piece of Ian canon-he was a crack (or some other drug that Monica was using-Frank doesn’t specify) baby. Ian tells Frank if he doesn’t help them figure out a way to get out of the shit they’re in with the drug dealer, Ian will take a tire iron to “old Frank”. Frank says, “You’ve been a drama queen since the day you were born, Ian. Wouldn’t stop screaming until you were fully detoxed.” Ian does one of his stunned big blink looks, and the story moves, well not ON, but people keep talking.

Oh, and just a side note, but Ian’s been shown drinking coffee at least twice in the Gallagher kitchen this season, and the cock mug is nowhere to be seen :(

Next scene is Ian walking into Terror’s office area, all cocky. “Brought you that chocolate flavored soy shit you like, then there’s coffee.” (I’m not sure exactly what he says after “like” and Charter/Spectrum cable doesn’t communicate with my TV so the close captioning doesn’t work-don’t get me started on how I have to use different remotes to do different things.) Terror says, “With a side of snark just how I like it,” in the most annoying, whiny voice possible. WHAT is Ian supposed to see in him? And, was that comment all that snarky? And, should Ian be having what’s at least his second dose of caffeine on his meds?

If I’m going to count how many times they needed Mickey in this episode, the meeting about how to deal with the drug dealer was one, Ian and his coffee intake is two, what fucking Terror says next is three...

“Thought you had to work today.” NO! Terror does not know or care about Ian’s schedule! That was a Mickey thing and a Mickey thing only! Ian LIES to everyone else about when he’s at work! And so far in canon, Terror is way too into himself to know where or when Ian ever works. Grrrr.

Ian says, “Soon, yeah. So... that drug dealer that chased me? Can’t seem to shake it off, don’t know what’s wrong with me.” And he says it all small and scared-after walking into the place boasting about his cafe purchases-I don’t like how they keep having Ian’s moods change on a dime-especially since again, I just think it’s bad writing and not trying to tell the audience he’s slipping or anything’s wrong.

Anyway, Mickey thought #4-Ian seems to be acting like if there’s something wrong, Terror will get into being his hero and fixing things for him, LIKE MICKEY USED TO DO ALL THE FUCKING TIME. So, not only so much for “this isn’t me anymore” (which is so hard to take with all this running from killer meth dealers shit), but also WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU CAN’T FIX ME BECAUSE I’M NOT BROKEN? (more of that in a minute)

Terror just smirks at his computer after Ian’s lines and Ian says, “You laughing at me?” Terror answers, “Only cuz it’s still hard for me to tell when you’re joking-are you serious?” And, WTF? When has Ian EVER joked with Terror? “I’m into cock. I’m a top. I don’t want that up my ass. I don’t want to hang out with Monica. I told you I didn’t want to hang out with Monica. I was with Mickey.” Have they had any other conversations? Has Ian ever said anything he didn’t mean to this asshat?

Ian doesn’t answer, just sort of shrugs to answer the are you serious. Terror says, “Wow, well nothing’s wrong with you. I think it’s probably hard for a normal person to shake off a drug dealer chasing them.” Ian says, “Gallaghers are not generally normal humans.” T: Grief can change people. I: What? T: Ah, grief. I mean, your mother died. It changes you. Maybe you should talk to the counselor. (Krista! We went over this ground LAST week and, while that should’ve been Terror’s advice then, it wasn’t, and why isn’t this story going anywhere, ever?) I: (creeplily turns the conversation into a come on) I’d rather talk to you. (Sits up, leans in towards Terror) In fact, I’d rather do something with you that doesn’t involve talking. T: (closing down immediately and going cold) Ah, well, sorry, I’m busy trying to help out at risk youth.

So, yeah, that should’ve been his reaction LAST week-wtf? It’s truly like last week never happened. I wanted Terror to reply to that “I don’t feel like talking” call back in Mickey’s bedroom with, “Bitch, I just got you laid last week! I’m never gonna sleep with you again, so there’s the door.” But, no. And Ian going from “I’m sad, please help it” to seductive or whatever the hell they think it is, is just...OOC and not attractive and as always, their total lack of chemistry makes everything worse. But now that Terror has said no for the millionth time, it’s really coming off as rapey whenever Ian tries.

Then, before he even starts his shift at work, Sue tells him his “uncle” was there looking for him and describes the meth guy, so Ian goes tearing out of the EMT station with Sue yelling after him that he has a shift. If he STILL has his job after this 18th strike or whatever he’s up to...well, I won’t be surprised at all because Shameless has given up on reality more than ever and Gallaghers never get into any real trouble.

There’s the scene at the hot tub with the guy dunking Carl and Ian trying to protect him with the bat, and then there’s another meeting to try to figure out what to do because they only have $9000 left from all the meth Carl sold, so finally they cave and go talk to Fiona and there’s a painful scene where she makes them admit she was right-which in this case she actually was, but in other cases she’s fucked up just as badly as they have-plus I’m NEVER forgiving her for saying Mickey would set a match to Ian’s life-what about what he’s managing all on his own since he’s been back? What about the fact that Mickey did everything he could to always keep Ian safe and happy once he was back from the army? Grrrrr.

Anyway, the family digs up Monica and Krista waves her fairy wand again and has the meth dealer listen to Frank’s reasoning that half the meth belonged to Monica so them coming up with almost half the money is good enough-and that if the meth guy ever goes near his family again he’ll put him in the ground with Monica. Yeah, meth dealers are known for compromising and listening to ownership rights theories. And who wouldn’t be threatened by old broken-down Frank? Eye roll.

Anyway, Ian returns to the cemetery alone to try to put Monica’s headstone back together, but the pieces fall apart and he sits hard on his bum. The camera’s behind him-and his shitty tattoo-so who knows if he’s crying or finally giving in to the fact that she’s dead and gone or what, but I won’t be surprised if he’s now completely over her death and ready to become a brand new man-yet again-next week. Which is the episode where Ian supposedly crosses a boundary with a teen from the youth center. Will his months of no sex except last week’s blowjob lead to him having sex with a teen? Probably not, but cripes, what else could it be?

#Season H8 Episode 3 #Recap #One Terror scene was still one too many #Like Ian couldn't have found a great guy by now #Not that he deserves it after throwing away the greatest guy he'll ever know #But why do we have to keep suffering through angry squirrel face Terror week in and week out?#WHY?

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anon--h · 7 years

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So what I am doing right now is essentially elaborate fanfiction. Season 2 of Supergirl was written extremely clumsily; it had a few great ideas that didn’t get explored enough and a few horrible ideas that got explored too much. The trailer and recent announcements that Mon-El will return really don't inspire much confidence and I am not even sure I will continue watching if things will proceed as poorly as I fear they will.

We reached the point that I am convinced a fanfic writer can do better, and so a fanfic writer shall.

To further handicap myself, I won't retcon the established plans. Reign is still gonna show up, Maggie is still there but is getting even less screentime, Supercorp and Karolsen are still not happening, Kat gets to be in 4 episodes tops and Alex's dad is still out in the woods somewhere. Okay? Okay. Let's get started.

So let’s make like the Supergirl staff and put Mon-El first. Short version: no, Mon-El isn’t in this season. If it were up to me, we’d be done with his character the moment season 2 ended. His arc was done. He serves no further purpose other than distracting attention away from Kara. Any capable writer would at least give Kara time to mourn and/or develop before even hinting at bringing him back, otherwise what was the point? So, Mon-El is benched for at least 1 season. I’d bring him back for the season dealing with Kara’s clone (whenever that may be) because there he may actually add to the plot. If however we are contractually obliged to keep him in the CWniverse, I would have him recruited by the Legends of Tomorrow. This would be a chance for him to further explore what it means to be a hero, give him a chance to show us what he's like without Kara's infinite patience/support and actually place him in the position of the moral compass for a change. That could actually be fun. Show us what season 2 kept telling us and actually let him show that he is a hero now. Get Steel out, get Valor in. They basically have the same powerset anyway. Instead of history expert Nate, they now get alien expert Mon-El.

Now let’s discuss Kara’s arc; 5 words that were never spoken by the writing staff of season 2. Now Kara is understandably a little lost after the events of season 2. She's upset, she feels alone, she barely shows up to work at all. Of course, she insists she is fine, but she doesn't conceal her emotions very well. We get glimpses of her Scooby Gang visiting her, trying to cheer her up. We get Winn, Lyra and James visiting her, trying to take her mind off of things by explaining monopoly to Lyra. Lena calls her, very blatantly hinting at an invention that could easily make the frontpage of Catco magazine. She is genuinely surprised to be visisted by Snapper instead. Eliza visits, J'ohn visits, even Maggie and M'Gann visit, but no one really gets through to her. Finally, we get a very emotional couch scene with Alex, who tells Kara to grieve for as long as she needs. It’s not strange, no one thinks less of her for it, she has every right to take some time to heal.

But this is a superhero jam, so things needs to go down and we get the first appearance of Reign. She just crash-landed on earth and is lashing out, laying waste to an entire city. J'ohn tries to go at it alone with M'Gann, but it is swiftly made clear that they lack the firepower. Kara is called into action and when Alex explains that J'ohn is in danger, she leaps right out the window. Reign, being made by a Zor-El, ceases her violence against the martians when she sees Supergirl appear and recognizes her crest. The two begin their fight, while Reign demands to know why she was made. A question Kara can't answer. Mirroring Man of Steel, we see some large scale destruction going on. Kara saves who she can, but it only results in her further getting pummeled. Reign being one of the big bads this seasons beats the snot out of Kara, but because of a timely intervention of Alex, Kara manages to wound her enough to force a retreat, ending the first episode.

The second episode we find Kara in civilian clothes at the DEO. The news shows Supergirl fighting Reign and blaming her for yet another alien that attacks humanity to get to her. Kara tries to shrug it off, but is put on the same story by Snapper. "The Daxamites were looking for her specifically, this grey woman is after her as well. Grrrr endangering the public grrrrr." Kara tries to defend herself, but Snapper explains that objectively, we are 2-for-2 in hostile alien invasions seemingly caused by Supergirl. To make matters worse, Livewire has been spotted in National City again, and seems to be calling out Supergirl specifically to get under her skin. Livewire goads her, taunts her and seems to have gotten significantly more powerful. Finally, she goes for the cheap shots and mentions 'that cute sidekick that used to hang out with her.' and asks if he kicked the bucket so soon, laughing at his incompetence. Kara loses it and Winn depowers Livewire through science magic and James’s help. Even beaten to near death, Livewire continues taunting Supergirl, finally daring 'the girlscout' to kill her already. Kara seriously charges her eyes, and screams in anger, about to kill a person, but Alex talks her out of it. Livewire is put into DEO custody by a trembling Kara, who begins breaking shit in a rage the moment she is out of sight. She tries to explain her frustration, but breaks down crying and is hugged by Maggie and Alex in an attempt to calm down.

We end episode 2 with a red streak in space, getting closer to earth, zooming in on the US, zooming in further to National City, zooming in further and further until it reaches Kara's appartment and crashes down. 'Kara Zor-El of Earth. You have great rage within you. You have been chosen to join the Red Lantern Corpse."

That's right, this season will essentially be Supergirl's Venom arc. Different logistics, same core deal. This may not be the most original course of action, but I see some major benefits. We get to explore Kara, her emotions and relations to the other characters, it puts the agency back with her, opens up a realm of new story possibilities and space shit gives J’ohn something to do besides barking orders and fumbling his relation with M’Gann. Melissa Benoist is a good Supergirl and definitely not a bad actress. Giving her the chance to express more anger and extreme emotion in her character would make for a fun performance. Finally, it gives her a costume change (because come on, third season without a new outfit?). It's not a permanent change because duh, Venom arc. The ultimate enemy this season will be both Reign and Kara's own self-destructive rage/grief. She’ll return to her classic outfit for the finale, having learned to healthily deal with her anger. Of course, the Red Lantern lore needs to be changed a bit to make it fit, but that's nothing CW isn't used to. Chances of a CW Green Lantern are pretty low and no one else is using it, so let’s go nuts with it.

Kat Grant, during the first episodes of the second half of the season will be the one to talk some sense into Kara. “Supergirl is a symbol of hope, not this little ball of insecure rage she’s pretending to be now. I swear, it’s that red kryptonite episode of hers all over again, minus the sex-appeal”. “Of course she’s angry Kiera. Everyone gets angry. Ghandi got angry, but we don’t let that anger define us.”

So, Kara decides to try and take the ring off, but a part of the red lantern lore we’re not changing is that this is impossible without aid of a blue lantern. Still, Kara very consciously tries to keep her anger in check from here on out, but ends up killing a man by flipping out in rage near the end of the season. I suggest bringing back Maxwell Lord to close off that chapter and because my self-indulgent ass deserves something nice. By the end of the season Kara manages to take the ring off and defeat Reign in her classic outfit, as is the standard for Venom arcs. To take the ring off, she will need the help of temporary Blue Lantern Alex, James, M’Gann or Lena. All 4 of them inspire/experience great hope in one capacity or another. Green might be a better fit, but you know, story purposes.

When bringing peace to Kara, both red and blue rings get rejected by their owners and the season finale can commence. My inner supercorp shipper says Lena has to be the blue lantern. Bringing her in contact with Saint Walker would be a fun exploration of her relation with aliens, but I really want the series to continue exploring the relationship between the Danvers sisters. Speaking of which…..

Alex needs to close her daddy issues arc and she needs to close it fast. What started out as a fairly interesting subplot has lost all pace, agency and consistency. Homecoming was one of the most embarrassing episodes of season two and the sooner we’re done with the Jeremiah arc, the better. So here’s what’s gonna happen. Seeing Supergirl get reckless and more aggressive sends CADMUS into panic mode, because ‘omg, evil kryptonian waiting to happen’ and they task Jeremiah with one last job. He agrees, but demands to do it *his* way. Cut to the next scene/episode and dad Danvers surrenders himself to the DEO. Obviously, no one trusts him and J’ohn is determined to keep him under constant surveillance. Alex and Kara hear about it immediately and they try to talk about their grievances, but Jeremiah is shady af. He explains seeing Kara as a red lantern concerned him, but we’re still in the early parts of her arc at this point; she is convinced she got it under control and is stronger than ever. Meanwhile, he sees the dangers of a kryptonian going mad with rage. He tries to convince Alex to see it his way, but after his last stunt in season 2, she remains supportive of Kara. In CADMUS’s attempt to retrieve him and Jeremiah’s inevitable double cross, Jeremiah dies while taking down Hank Hanshaw. It A) makes his sacrifice worth something and B) rid us of Hank Hanshaw. I’m sorry but he doesn’t work as Cyborg Superman, getting rid of him is a kindness. Unfortunately, a sample of Kara’s DNA was delivered to Lilian Luthor for project Galatea, leading into the Power Girl arc in one of the following seasons. Important! Alex, Kara and Eliza get a chance to mourn. Give us a few scenes, a few establishing shots, showing that Jeremiah’s death is acknowledged by the characters. Show how Eliza reacts to the sudden closure of their tragic relationship. I know, duh, but I feel like it should be mentioned because as established; I don’t trust the Supergirl writers. Also, it is kind of a theme this season. Alex’s engagement and probable marriage to Maggie this season may have to be the B-plot for her. Considering Maggie is getting less screentime, this’ll give us some scenes where she can support her gf with her plot, while the two are fantasizing about and planning their wedding. A season-spanning plotline for Maggie would be fun, but is unlikely to occur and even less likely to be handled well. Going by the promo, I suggest turning the plot upside down and allow Maggie to cut her homophobic father out of her life entirely because she is a grown woman and doesn’t need that toxic influence in her life. If the SG writers think of that themselves, kudos. If she has to be the bigger person and forgive her homophobic relative just because he’s a relative, my eyes might pop out of my skull from rolling too much.

I am honestly not sure what game the writers are playing with Reign and Lena. It is actually the only plot for season 3 I am sincerely interested in seeing play out, along with the Sanvers scenes. Allegedly Lena and Reign are linked somehow and I sincerely hope we’re not getting a distant siblings/lena is half alien reveal. Because that’s stupid. And really dumb. And stupid. Instead, I suggest making her what Mon-El should have been; a reflection of Supergirl. Reign/Sam becomes what would have happened if Kara had not been raised by the Danvers and used her powers for selfish ends. She isn’t even looking to conquer. She just wants answers about her existence and live in the comfort she feels she deserves, but goes about her quest with no regard for human life or decency leaving a trail of destruction in her wake. Unintentionally however, she becomes entangled with Lena Luthor and the two become good friends. As Sam, she becomes Lena’s secretary, sadly dropping fan favorite Jess but furthering her parallels with Kara. Meanwhile Lena helps her find out about what she’s made for as bessie mates. Sam will try to physically destroy Lena’s enemy for the season and Lena will have to play moral compass. ‘I’ll kill everyone in this room.’ ‘Sam no.’ ‘Sam yes!’ This will cause some fun tension between Sam and Kara too, as they can only shoot each other nasty looks when Lena is in the room. Reign being a CW villain probably isn’t going to survive the season finale, which is a shame cause they could really use another recurring villain. Considering CW has been trying to paint Lena as a potential villain since the beginning of season 2 however, this is as good a time as any to do it. Supergirl won’t deal the killing blow to Reign but Lena, primed by Lilian, will blame her nonetheless. Bonuspoints if she discovers her identity in the process, reducing her friends list from 4 to 0 in one bad day.

So those are the main plotlines I’d lay out for Supergirl season 3, connected by a theme of dealing with grief. Kara learns that it’s okay to be angry in her grief but to not let it consume her. Alex mourns the death of their dad in a pretty healthy way, surrounded by friends and family, though perhaps feels a little guilty for being so glad with getting closure and her upcoming wedding. Lena deals with the death of Sam in an unhealthy manner, tries to push Kara away and might go down the path of an anti-hero next season.

I know this is just elaborate fanfiction. Of course I do, I said so at the beginning of this thing. But, I felt it necessary to make a point. Season 2 was an awkward, clumsily assembled mess and even folks with only a passing interest in storytelling could have done better. I am not excluding the possibility that the Supergirl writers/producers will surprise me next season, but if they continue the trends set by season 2, I will probably drop the show by episode 5.

I mean, I can always watch the Sanvers and Reign/Lena scenes on youtube later.

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