#wds court

[mysticplies]

Neptunite

They are in charge in satellite maintenance. They have the ability to manipulate gravity.

#steven universe #mysticplies #su #su art #suf #neptunite #steven universe art #black #wds court

[marlokelly]

sorry i know it’s very unsportsmanlike but personally i love when there’s a lil bit of violence in a match. love when the girls shove each other. love when words are had. it just adds some spice <3

#watching the eng vs aus netball semi final and somebody is going to get shanked on court fr #and i for one would love to see it 🫶 #i used to play netty so i can say this #@ any other former WA/WD girls we should kiss <3 #*

[groovygladiatorsheep]

You don’t know me, | My dear !

So I did a small redesign of my gemsona ! Their name is still Opal <3 One thing I might change about this redesign is his eyes because staring much ??

Meek rebel…

───── ⋆⋅✦⋅⋆ ─────

✦ Credits.

Steven Universe by | Rebecca Sugar

Opal belongs to | me !!

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✦ Info.

✦ Opal skin reflects light !! Which creates those spots :3

✦ Despite being somewhat of a runaway, Opal still has the diamonds colours on his clothes.

✦ Goes by He/She/They !!

✦ Used to be a dancer for WD’s court..

✦ Friends with Star Sapphire and Rubellite :3

#mdraw #gemsona #su gemsona #steven universe #steven universe oc #Opal #ref #sona #sona art

[themirokai]

More Matthew the Emotional Support Raven? Don’t mind if I do! @mashumaru sent me this cute raven video, for which I am very grateful. She had tagged it Hob & Matthew (which totally tracks) but wanted to know if I could do a Dream & Matthew story with it. And I did! But it got a teensy tinsy bit angsty. Don’t worry, it ends as fluffy as the rest of these ficlets. 

There is one small detail from my “Shiny Things” ficlet in here. That one isn’t required reading but I do hope you’ll check it out if you haven’t already.

Huge thanks to the wonderful @argylepiratewd who has proofreading commissions open now! WD made this story so much better and they can do the same for your work. I highly recommend them for all your proofreading needs. Info here, check it out!

~~

Matthew hopped along beside Lord Morpheus as he strode through the Palace of the Dreaming. 

“So, we’re leaving now?” 

“We are not going anywhere, Matthew,” Lord Morpheus said from under his helm. “You are to remain in the Dreaming.” 

“What?!” Matthew stopped, then had to fly a few feet to catch up. “If you’re not staying in the Dreaming, then I’m not staying in the Dreaming.” 

“I frequently travel to the waking world without you.” 

“Yeah, to see your boyfriend, who I still haven’t met! And I know you’re not going for a hanky-panky session because you’re all suited up!” 

Lord Morpheus halted in his tracks and turned slowly to face Matthew. “A ‘hanky-panky session’?” 

Matthew was not about to let himself be sidetracked. “A date! A romantic tryst! Whatever! You’re not doing that because you’ve got all the finery and the spine mask!” He gestured with his wing to encompass the flowing black robe, the folds of which seemed structurally impossible. He noted with a little flare of pride that Lord Morpheus was wearing the sapphire Matthew had given him. 

Lord Morpheus sighed and went down on one knee, just as he had the first night Matthew had met him. He reached up to remove the helm and tucked it under his arm. 

“I am going to Faerie, Matthew. I do not need you to accompany me, nor do I wish it.” 

Matthew shifted from foot to foot and dropped his head, looking up at Lord Morpheus out of the corner of his eye. “Did I do something wrong?”  

“No.” Lord Morpheus chuckled and ran a finger over Matthew’s beak. “You have done nothing wrong. It is simply that this journey would not be safe for you.” 

“If it’s not safe, then all the more reason for me to come with you!” Matthew exploded with an unintentional flap of his wings. 

“Matthew—”

“Boss, I’ve been with you to literal Hell for you to fight literal Lucifer!”

“Yes,” Lord Morpheus said, with a small smile as he stroked Matthew’s beak again, “but when we went to Hell I was not at my full strength, and there was much more jeopardy to me than there was to you.” 

Matthew cocked his head. “Why would I be in jeopardy? Do faeries hate birds or something?” 

“The Faerie Court functions on a set of incredibly strict rules, Matthew. Failure to follow the rules to the exact letter can result in one’s bound servitude, imprisonment, or death.” 

Matthew involuntarily ruffled his feathers. 

“And you, my raven,” Lord Morpheus continued with a gentle tap to Matthew’s beak, “have many strengths, but adherence to rules is not among them.” 

“But—”

Lord Morpheus stood and put the helm back on. “I shall return in a few days, Matthew. You will help Lucienne keep an eye on things in the Dreaming for me while I am away.” He reached inside his robe for a handful of sand. 

Matthew couldn’t just let him go—not if he was only going alone because he thought Matthew couldn’t behave himself. With a flap of his wings, and before he could second guess himself, Matthew leapt and attached his beak to the index finger of Lord Morpheus’s free hand. He gripped hard enough to hang from the finger, but not hard enough to hurt. He hoped. He wasn’t even sure if Lord Morpheus could be hurt in the Dreaming.  

Slowly, Lord Morpheus raised his hand to bring the dangling Matthew up to his eye level. 

“You realize that you are rather spectacularly proving my point, Matthew?” 

“I hro’is I ‘e ‘oo’,” Matthew tried to pronounce around the finger. 

Lord Morpheus brought his other hand up and wrapped it around Matthew’s body, pinning his wings in place. He gave a firm tug, and Matthew released his finger. 

“Boss, I promise I’ll do whatever you say. I’ll follow the rules! Please, just don’t go alone.”

Lord Morpheus took a breath, and the temperature dropped by several degrees. “Matthew,” he said, voice reverberating more than usual, “I realize that when you first met me I was in an extremely vulnerable position. But I would remind you that I am older than the stars in the sky and infinitely more powerful. Such vulnerability was an aberration that shall not happen again. This means that if I tell you that I require that you stay in the Dreaming, then you shall stay in the Dreaming. Am I understood?” 

Matthew bowed his head, worry and guilt twisting his guts. “Yes, sir,” he murmured. “I’m sorry I overstepped.” 

Lord Morpheus stooped to put him down and drew a handful of sand from inside his robe as he straightened. “I shall return in a few days’ time.” 

With that, the sand swirled around him, and he was gone. 

--

“Lucienne, when you were a raven, did you ever go to Faerie with Lord Morpheus?” 

“Hm. Yes, a few times, I think.” She continued arranging books on shelves without looking at him. 

“And perfect Jessamy? She must have gone a bunch.” 

“Yes, of course. Why are you—oh.” Lucienne turned to him. “He didn’t take you.” 

“And he was being nice about it and then I was an idiot and grabbed onto his finger as he was leaving like a—like a—god, I don’t know. Like a fucking toddler or something!” Matthew felt his wings open in his agitation. “And he got pissed because anyone would but it’s him. I am such a fucking idiot.” 

Matthew threw himself down on the floor on his side and Lucienne crouched beside him. 

“How did you grab his finger?” she asked. 

“In my beak.” Matthew brought a wing up to cover his face. “Like a fucking idiot.” 

He heard a strangled sound and moved his wing to see Lucienne trying to stifle her laughter. 

“It’s not funny! He’s going to unmake me!” 

“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad, Matthew,” she said, kindly. 

“It was so bad. Lucienne, I’m a failure as a raven. Just like I was a failure as a person.” 

“Enough of that,” she said, standing. “Come on, get off the floor.” 

Matthew groaned and covered his face with his wing again. “Maybe I can just sink into the wood and become part of the library.” 

“Matthew,” Lucienne said sternly, “get up. Now.” 

With an aggrieved sigh, Matthew hauled himself to his feet. She patted the back of a chair beside her, and with another sigh, Matthew flew up to it, so that he was nearly level with her eyes. 

“You are not a failure as a raven,” she said, looking at him over the rim of her glasses. “You are a modern raven, and you are the raven he needs now.” 

“But he can’t even take me out of the realm because I’d apparently be a danger to myself!” 

“He can’t take you to Faerie, but truly, he doesn’t need you there. He was concerned about your ability to adhere to all the rules, correct?” On Matthew’s nod, she continued. “Do you know who is better than anyone in this or any other universe at following rules?” 

“Lord Morpheus,” Matthew muttered. 

“That’s correct. He has had good relations with the King and Queen of Faerie for millennia. He really is not in any danger on this trip.” 

Matthew searched her face for sincerity and found it. If Lucienne wasn’t worried, he knew he didn’t need to be. Matthew took a deep breath and nodded. 

“Matthew, Lord Morpheus does not need a raven who can follow the strictures of Faerie at this point in his immensely long life. He needs a raven who can help him understand modern humanity. He was disconnected from the collective unconscious for over a century. He is out of touch, and he knows it. He’s gotten better in the time he’s been back, but he still needs assistance. He still needs you.”

“As long as he doesn’t unmake me for biting him,” Matthew grumbled. 

Lucienne rolled her eyes. “You didn’t bite him,” she admonished. “You tried to hold on to him. It was certainly foolish, but Lord Morpheus has spent enough millennia in the company of ravens to see the difference clearly.” 

Some of the worry began to fade from Matthew’s chest.

“He knows you love him, Matthew. And he cares for you, too.” 

Matthew gave a long exhale and thought of hours spent getting his feathers stroked. “Yeah…yeah, I guess.”  

--

Matthew was flying laps around the outside of the palace when his ears popped with a change in the barometric pressure. Lord Morpheus had returned to the Dreaming. The gravitational pull was immediate, but Matthew stopped himself from following it. He knew what Lucienne had said, but he still wasn’t sure what kind of reception he would get. Before he could dwell on the subject, an unmistakable voice sounded in his head. 

“Matthew. Attend me.” 

At least that was one decision he didn’t have to make. Matthew wheeled in the air, and rode the current of the Dreaming to Lord Morpheus. 

He found the King of Dreams seated on his throne. Matthew landed a few steps down from the top of the dais. He spread his wings and bowed. 

“My lord.”  

“That has never been necessary, Matthew, nor is it now.” 

Matthew ducked his head. “Thank you.” He took a breath and looked up. “I’m really sorry. About before you left. I was way out of line. I get that, and I want you to know it won’t happen again.” 

“I know that, Matthew. Jessamy was my raven for hundreds of years, as was Lucienne. You and I are still learning each other.” 

Lord Morpheus extended his hand, inviting Matthew to perch. 

“Come, Matthew.” 

Matthew landed with a few wing flaps. From his other hand, Lord Morpheus produced a loop of silver chain, about the size of a bracelet. The chain was intricately braided and sparkled in the shifting light of the throne room. 

“It’s beautiful,” Matthew breathed. 

“I traded a dream for it in Faerie. It is for you.” Lord Morpheus slipped the chain over Matthew’s head so that it sat around his neck. 

“Oh, Boss, thank you! I love it!” 

“It should be small enough to hide under your feathers when you are in the waking world.”

“Or I could make all the lady ravens swoon!” Matthew said, tilting his head to admire the silver against the black feathers of his chest. 

Lord Morpheus chuckled as he stood. “Come, Matthew,” he said, transferring the raven to his shoulder, “we have work to do.” 

“Yes, Boss!” Matthew cawed happily.

~~~~

UPDATE: This story has art now!

The detail of Morpheus bringing Matthew a gift came from @wyvernquill 's tags on this awesome art they did of the “Shiny Things” Emotional Support Raven ficlet. 

Master Post of Matthew the Emotional Support Raven Ficlets. 

As of posting, I am out of raven prompts. Have you seen a picture or a video of a raven? If you send it to me, I will use it to write a ficlet!

#matthew the emotional support raven #matthew the raven #dream of the endless #the sandman #the sandman netflix #lucienne #miro does sandman #mirokai writes

[ghostiegamer]

Had a Steven Universe AU bounce around my brain a little bit so here's what I have so far of it

PD- Queen of a very prosperous and peaceful kingdom. Lush and beautiful. Refugees come to her kingdom to thrive. Gained the nickname Rose Queen from her subjects because of how kind and beautiful she is. Throws lavish balls as an excuse to hire refugees for new jobs within her kingdom. Her kingdom is mainly fields, forests, and mountains. Lots of farmland and mines. Main export is food and gems.

WP- Head of PD royal guard. Is PD personal knight. Used to work for WD as a part of her royal guard but WD traded her for PP. Is extremely loyal to PD. Is very good with all kinds of weapons. Also has a green thumb and if not by her queens side or training, she can usually be found in the garden tending to her roses and medicinal herbs. Is also pretty good at alchemy. Is an orphan.

BD- Is generally considered a pretty merciful Queen. Will swoop in to kingdoms that desperately need help and offer to help in exchange for them joining her kingdom and acknowledging her as their queen. If they refuse, then she doesn't mind going to war. Kingdom is fairly big. A lot of her kingdom is coastal. Main export is fish.

BP- Is BD lady in waiting/heir. Very knowledgeable in other kingdoms culture and goods. Personally attends to all of BD needs. Knows how to make other kingdoms rulers lower their guard so BD can try to sway them into giving up their crown. Knows all the stuff about kingdom relations and is very knowledgeable about trade and commonly sits in and helps lead meeting about what to do with new territory's goods. Loves painting in her free time.

YD- A war queen. She tears through kingdoms either taking them for herself or leaving them for Blue or Pink to swoop in and pick up the pieces. Her kingdom is mainly mountainous. Main export is metal. Is extremely smart and very determined. Is very good at navigating a battlefield but not so much at navigating the workings of her court.

YP- Is YD lady in waiting/advisor/heir. Knows her way around a battlefield just as well as a ballroom. Tells YD everything that goes on with the commoners and nobles of the land. Is very devious and cunning. Often sits in on war meetings offering advice. Runs the court whenever YD is away at war, which is a fair amount of the time. Is very good with handling conflict and solving disputes. Often models for BP when the diamonds get together.

WD- A distant Queen. Her kingdom is very prosperous and large. She does not make many public appearances. Her pearl makes them for her. Her kingdom has several different biomes within it but it's mainly forest. Main export is lumber and weaponry. Does not often go to war, but when she does, she decimates whatever kingdom she goes against. Very few survivors. She's very blunt and tends to not waste time dancing around a subject when she can just get straight to the point. This has earned her a reputation for being cold from those who have met her. Secretly is a big softie for the other diamonds and their pearls. PD pearl use to be apart of her royal guard. Knows that she's the reason why PP is an orphan and has a disability and that's part of the reason why she adopted PP. Feels guilty for hurting a child like that.

PP- Use to be a royal jester in PD court. WD saw her at one of PD balls and thought she looked absolutely stunning. WD traded her pearl in the royal guard to PD for PP. Is an orphan. Now is WD lady in waiting and heir. Makes public appearances for WD and handles most of the ongoings of court and day to day life. Is a very skilled blacksmith and enjoys experimenting in her forge. Is also a very good dancer. Doesn't speak much when she doesn't have to. Parents were killed in an attack on PP kingdom of birth when she was a baby. This left her with a big scar across one of her eyes and partial blindess in it. Kingdom was attacked by WD forces. She is one of few survivors. Despite her scar, she's widely regarded as one of the most beautiful women in WD kingdom. Is extremely kind.

The Diamonds and Pearls travel between the kingdoms often and the 4 Diamonds are often referred to as The Sister Queens even though they're not really related. They did all grow up together though as their parents were close friends. Their parents all died due to a mysterious illness that plagued their land long ago. They're all unmarried. Most of the world is run by them with a few small countries still existing, mainly due to treaties with one of the Diamonds kingdoms.

If anyone wants to know more, please ask. I would love to talk about this and flesh it out a bit more.

#steven universe #royalty #alternate universe #pink diamond #yellow diamond #blue diamond #white diamond #rose quartz #fandom

[imaginedreamwrite]

For CC WD boys (pre courting/first stages of courting Reader) are on a hunt to find something perfect for Reader. Both boys could have an opinion about what is the "gift".

Christmas countdown day 21 — Go Christmas present shopping for your partner/spouse

Steve felt momentarily irritated by Bucky’s insistence on returning the teacup set to the shelf rather than setting it into the cart like Steve wanted. Bucky had claimed to know exactly what their omega bean wanted or needed for Christmas, while Steve had his own ideas on what you needed.

Neither alpha was willing to concede to the other, and despite being lifelong best friends and lovers, they weren’t seeing eye to eye on the manner.

Steve wanted to get you a pastel lilac ceramic teaser because he knew that you liked to drink chai or chamomile tea while you studied. He knew you had gotten your teasers second hand and while he knew there was nothing wrong with second hand sets, Steve wanted to spoil you.

Bucky, in the same kind of thought process, wanted to forgo the tea-set and instead get you more nesting blankets and stuffed animals to decorate your bed. Bucky stood by his idea and the fact he swore by, that the you wanted a stuffed moose or giraffe.

“She needs this-“ “Steve you’re wrong-“

The two alphas huffed and argued back and forth, both insistent that they knew what you needed or wanted more. They were standing face to face and speaking over one another, only stopping when someone behind them cleared their throat.

“Your argument is disrupting other customers.” A beta who worked here and cut them both off before they handed Steve and Bucky a large and thick cardboard box that was adorned with faux gingham design.

“And this is a compromise, so maybe you could stop fighting.” The retail worker had hummed, watching the two alphas study the box. “Its made for omegas and betas, specifically.”

“A tea set with a matching stuffed animal?” Bucky raised an eyebrow, watching the beta expectantly.

“The stuffed animal matches the design on the tea cup, and the tea cup is handcrafted porcelain. Plus the stuff animal is infused with lavender, promotes relaxation-“

“Compromise?” Steve tilted his head, eyeing Bucky carefully. “Best of both worlds.”

“Good,” Bucky nodded his head, “but I’m still getting her that stuffed animal.”

“As long as you let me get this set.” They set their presents down at the same time, taking up room in the cart for each others choices.

“Let me know if you need anything else.” The worker had stepped away, muttering under their breath while Steve stepped closer to Bucky.

“Omega bean also said something about an electric blanket-“

“Way ahead of you, Stevie. I found the perfect one.”

[thekatebridgerton]

There will possibly be tension between El and Pen in S3, but what kind of tension do you think? I believe that there might be a bitterness on Els part; in S1&2 she admired WD until she wrote abt her family and she learned it was Pen, so of course there are hurt feeling there, but I wonder if it will go farther than that. WD was Els girlboss hero, but now that she knows its Pen and also sees Pen actively courting men/ Collin, do you think she will see this as a betrayal of her own writtings?

You know how as writers we never want to share our writing with someone who knows us in person because we're afraid they might be twice as judgemental about us as a person than an annoymous reader would be

I think that's exactly what happened to Eloise. She couldn't separate the LW the writer from her friend Penelope. The moment she learned who her beloved writer was she kinda broke for a bit.

Would Eloise have reacted the same way if she found out that LW was Edwina or one of the random s2 debutantes? No. She would have been much more objective about it, the thing that set off Eloise is that she knows personally knows Penelope and now she met the wizard of Oz behind the curtain and it turns out the wizard is just... Her best friend

And now Eloise is angry not only because Penelope didn't tell but because everything LW has said and done came from Penelope's psyche. And isn't that terrifying to find out that the a person you thought you knew could write columns so incredibly cruel, funny, rude, pesimistic, optimistic and deviously perfect. Because the kind of mind that created LW had to come from somewhere.

I think we will see the rift in the Penelope and Eloise relationship boil down to something very simple ' do they really know each other at all?' because Eloise thought she knew who Penelope was but she still didn't see so many signs that Penelope was up to something.

And Penelope thought she knew Eloise but she was just proven right about her belief that she can't be her true self with people or else they will reject her. Because Eloise did just that.

And both of them will be projecting those insecurities onto Colin. Eloise by planting doubts in Colin's head about if he really knows Penelope or just what she lets him see, and Penelope rejecting Colin's attempts to get to know her more deeply because she's afraid he will discover her secret life and ultimately hate her worse than Eloise does.

Add that to the fact that now Eloise knows exactly what kind of thought process goes behind every single column post s2. And that everything that used to feel empowering for her in LW now just sounds like Penelope mocking other people behind a fan. While she unwillingly keeping the secret . Now that's going to be fun to watch

And that's the tea

#bridgerton #eloise bridgerton #Penelope Featherington

[vriskakinnieaynrand]

'marketing maximalist' wd be a funny political ideology. like edward bernays the founder of our era set in motion a vast machine for the development of culture, of ever-changing codes and signalling-languages more intricate than any royal court, such that everyone knows what tripp pants / F-150s / in-n-out burgers etc. mean

[namjoonchronicles]

the specialist | five

↳ pairing yoongi, you

↳ genre romance, pretend lovers, angst, eventual smut, office-factory setting

↳ title five |  ambitious one | 5.215k words  

↳ summary how would you convince yoongi to go on with this arrangements when he clearly said he want none of the shenanigans with you? you decided to do things the traditional way, to court him, take him on a date. when on the date, you revealed your (presumed) intention to court him but he vaguely answered stating that dating his superior wouldn’t look right. so he plays hard to get. and you can’t really say you hate a good challenge

↳ warnings none

↳ compressed links one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten  ongoing 

FIVE.

Ambitious One.

I have always been ambitious, my mother said. Tunnel vision once I set my mind onto something. I have always wanted many things. And have always found my way to get my hands on them — no matter what. I wanted many things. I have never wanted someone.

And I reckon, It’s a whole lot different than wanting objects.

There is nothing more depressing than the sight of a lady wanting so much from a man that doesn't know anything about her desire. Hoping for the ripple effect of her desperation would somehow reach him through telepathy. How do you teach your brain to think like your heart? Knowing fully well that they are of different makings? One, thoughts; another, thuds. Connecting the dots with careful calculations, dealing with mathematics is much easier than dealing with emotions. It’s making you physically sick, dizzy, discombobulated.

The last time you felt this severely vulnerable was when you considered leaving your professional field to be an artist. You already prepared the dialogues in your head and answers to questions they might ask. And by experience, you also know that sometimes they don't ask the question you thought they would. And that's where the trouble arises.

You caught Seokjin in a pretentious glance to feign hard work. Provided his long legs, he got next to you from behind in no time.

"You look like a drug addict at the sight of your drug dealer after a rehab, could you calm it down?" He spoke in a soft but hushed tone. His eyes darted at random places in the room, to mask the fact that he too was actually looking at Yoongi—who was in fact underneath a blistering machine fixing and aligning the foil and PVC with his capable hands.

"What are your plans?" Seokjin glides his eyes and himself to the side where you are, curious and in a serious undertone. "It's a little drastic but it might work," you matched his tone. "Sounds a little rapey but sure, I trust you," Seokjin nods. "Why on earth would it even go there, I didn't even say anything remotely sexual," you grimaced. "Rapey — as in intrusive of one's personal space," he adds. "Like what you are doing to me right now," you spat.

He glides his rolling chair away, mouthing, "Fair."

Yoongi could not understand why it was so difficult to screw the nuts in. He had multiple mishaps to face today and one of them is the no. 12 spanar isn't in the toolbox, and the WD-40 anti-rust spray is missing for the nth time today. To add to the problem, the PVC roll broke in half because the new kid he is training, slipped them out of his hand. To which he had to request Seokjin, the executive to order a new roll since he clocked in pretty early.

His knees are bruised from kneeling for hours by this machine and already, he had to go for training for a newly installed packing machine. The engineers asked him when he was free. To be fucking honest, his only free time is his break time.

One final twist and it's screwed. He pulls the foil roll into the feeder, and lets in extra length to finalize the alignment measurements. Then, he let the machine run. It stamps perfectly. He instructed the new kid to watch the machine as he cleaned up. He wipes his greasy hand with a rag he found. He knelt, yet again, by the tool box to hear the door open and close. It was you.

He placed the tools he used one-by-one into the toolbox and when he got to the last one, your hands snatched them faster.

"What do you need a WD-40 spray for?" He asked but not really asking, motioning his hand to take them from you. Repeatedly. "Do something for me..." you demanded, timidly. "No," he darted. "One thing, please," you added.

"I just did overtime yesterday, I will not do another one no matter how much you'll pay," he assumed.

Realizing he stood firmly on his stand, you resorted to, as you said to Seokjin, drastic measures. You hoped and prayed that you didn't have to, but knowing Yoongi as long as you did, you have expected this degree of complication to take place.

You took Yoongi’s spanner and went to run with it. You bolted to the doors.

"What in the fuck—" You heard Yoongi cussed breathlessly, moaning how he has no time for this.

"That thing is heavy, fucking christ," he mumbled tiredly.

Standing outside the glass doors, you held on the handles like it was your lifeline. Speaking of lifelines, your plan only works if Yoongi was in it. And the chance for him to be in it, is zero to none.

He could push the door if he wanted. He could do it with one hand. The strength you had mustered in both arms is a quarter of his left arm. But he assessed the situation diligently in a quick second and he knows that if he exerted more than that, you'll get hurt. What is making you behave that way?

He lets go of the handle for you to set the spanner he wanted on the floor opposed to the door. There is no way for him to take the spanner without tackling you down first. With the glass doors between you both, sounds do not transfer, so you'll have to communicate with sign languages.

You kick the spanner further away with your leg and toes. He groans and tilt his head back, baring his throat columns where his peony tattoos were. It distracted you. That's new isn't it?

Almost at the point of drooling, he tried to open the door so he could get to his tools but you were absolutely persistent.

"I can't believe this is happening," he shakes his head, pinching his forehead between his thumb and fingers, "I got shit to do!" He fusses.

Poking through the gap of the door, you said, "Are you going to help me or not? You help me, I give you your tools back," you parlayed.

You closed the door and he steps back to undo his facemask, mouthing a delicious, succulent, "Fuck you," he smirks.

You chuckled dryly and turned to him once more to show him your glorious middle finger before taking his spanners with you. With confident strides you walk along the long auto-lit hallway and somewhere between your steps, you hear the door behind you open and close.

"What do you want..." his voice, gritty with an attractive rasp.

You tugged a smile on your lips and turned to him.

"Buy me a meal," you said and he made a confused expression. So you motioned a fork and spoon with your hands and smiled.

Yoongi replied with a snarky expression, bit his smile and challenged you through the glass door as if to say, "You wanna try me?"

Seeing that he won't say yes easily, you took the spanner with you. So he hollered from the distance, "McDonald's? Or Burger King?"

"Burger King!" You replied just as loud. "The spanner!" "After I get the meal!"

So persistent.

"What do you want?" He said at the self-order counter.

He taps on the touchscreen for 'Eat In' option, and bolts at the onion rings the same time you did.

"You too???" You beamed.

"Yeah, the onion rings here are great," he said through an expressionless face, shoving one when it was placed on the tray, he wiped his hand on the back of his overalls and paid for the food as promised.

Now seated on the semi-empty fast food chain, Yoongi glances at you who is unwrapping the burger you ordered. He sets his limp crossbody sling bag on the empty chair next to him. His jumpsuit was unzipped up till the middle of his chest between his nipples, revealing the white shirt he was wearing underneath. At work, the multiple chains (read: dogtag, celtic cross and wolf fang) would have caused an issue but if worn underneath the jumpsuit, hidden away from prying eyes, one could escape suspension. The rules are high-school worthy,  but that's how the management wants to be conceived.

“What do you mean by ‘do something’?” Yoongi broke the silence with his gritty voice, fingers nimble on the onion he plans to shove in his mouth next, trying to rake his brain on the enigma that is you.

“I just wanted to have food,” you shrugged. Hoping the lie would be enough but deep down you know Yoongi is suspicious. Yoongi spreads his knees and reclines further back into his chair, lasering menacing gaze on your deceit. Despite him leaning, his bony tattooed wrist still extends over the expanse of the tables’ edge. His other elbow is on the other chair on his right. He cranes his neck back then to the side, and you could see a rough uncolored draft on them. The columns of his throat as he swallowed a thick gulp — such a delicious sight.

“Do I look like four to you?” You clicked your tongue, “On some days…” You begin. He begins to zip his jumpsuit and gather his sling bag, eyes darted at the exit and he clicks his tongue. You clawed his sleeve before he could go any further; the sleeves that he had rolled up his elbows.

“Let me!” you hurried to say and softened when you met his gaze in a brief glance upward from your seated position, “Explain.”

Seokjin crosses his arm whispering, “Yoongi will not pretend, take it from me.”

“I realized that we started off our tumultuous relationship from a misunderstanding that continued to pile on as we worked together and I know now that you weren’t as bad as I painted you to be,” you gulped. Yoongi is back seated on the chair.

Flashes of the words from the period drama you watched alone. The main character persuaded his love interest. Flashback end. Flashes begin. Standing across the table staring at Seokjin, you asked timidly, “Then what do you propose?” Flashback end.

Sometimes I learn to love from the TV screen. I mimicked their words and copied their intonation. To pretend to have feelings. Or to remember feelings, having been devoid of them for so long.

“After the time we’ve spent and how you’ve helped me out with the car and at work, I found out that I’ve been microscopically focusing on your bad qualities instead of the good because I was terrified of…” you fiddled with your nails, gazing down at your lap, “Terrified of liking you.”

Seokjin gazes to the side, at the window panels overlooking the road, “If he can’t pretend, then you’ll have to.”

I have to do this Yoongi.

“And I wonder if you’d consider,” you took a deep breath and forced yourself to look at him, “...Me.”

You can almost hear the crows flying across the room filling the silence that has been casted upon the whole restaurant. Actually, the crows were flying inside the restaurant and the staff are clamoring over them to shoo them out.

Yoongi straightens up in his seat. The way that whole day seems constructed, no, orchestrated to seem like a movie makes him wary. How it unfolds, how it came to be— they’re all so suspicious. He slouched forward and he brought his hand together, lacing each fingers like a prayer.

“What are you plotting, madam?”

I have to be more convincing. He’s not buying.

Yoongi has always been empathetic. According to Seokjin’s experience, if ever Seokjin needed help to fill in a specialist vacant spot, Seokjin would be honest about why the spot is vacant. Whether their motorcycle tires are busted, or their wife’s in labor, Yoongi would chime in. And by experience, you know that Yoongi would drop forks and spoons to help someone with something they couldn’t help with. Didn’t matter if it was a carefully-made lie. And the worst is, Yoongi kept falling for it.

Blinking to the side with your head hung down, you gulped. You didn’t say another word, just a dry scoff, too short a chuckle to hide a broken heart. Your lips pressed into a thin line. You don’t plan to say another word. You want the silence to eat him alive. Convincing, sometimes isn’t about speaking out, or throwing out big emotions; sometimes it can be in the silence. Because when emotion is at play, no words could compensate. Utilizing Yoongi’s strong sense of quiet empathy, you know that this was enough to dissuade his accumulating distrust. Sensing the change in the air, Yoongi’s head dropped and leaned back hoping to see the bigger picture of this strange confession that seemed to manifest out of nowhere. The longer you stayed silent, the heavier, the thicker, the more suffocating — the atmosphere became.

His knitted brows, the creases of his skin between, the lines in his forehead and the little shake of his head signifies a demanding confusion. Then he remembered the look, the gaze you held on him when he was catering you not too long ago. The lingering eyes, the stare. It adds up, doesn’t it?

“You have to understand,” He begins, clasping and unclasping his hand as he spoke in whispers, “I have never seen you in that way before, it has always been work and wanting to lend a hand where it fits,” and I am aware how it looks for you right now that I may have crossed a thin-line but for some reason, I can’t decide if it was love or coworker-ship and I can’t risk both. Yoongi clenched his eyes shut like it pains him to say it out loud, “But you’re my superior. It won’t look right for both of us.”

You swung your head to the side, nail digging into your Prada purse. The leather skin peeling off, unsure if it was his voice or his words that was wavering your fragile strength. This was something the dramas didn’t teach. Suddenly, it almost felt real and you tune your heart out to protect it.

“You’re not answering,” you shake your head, your smile faltering, “I asked if you would consider me… not the executive me, not your superior—me, the one you took riding, the one you cooked for, the one you listened to— me.”

The reflection of you in his eyes, his fluttering lashes as he figures out what to say. His mouth moves, and they sputter words that sound foreign to you. It is almost as if you’ve gone deaf, and you watched the shape of his lips to make sense of what he was saying and by delay, the words string into your head to form a sentence— all you could hear was ringing, high pitch ringing in your ear. The time moves agonizingly slowly and you sat there frozen, and taking it all in.

A week went by.  And then. Two weeks went by.

In your room, there’s a large corkboard. Unfolding the blueprint of the house you wanted, you have thumbtacks piecing all its four-corners. There were pictures of Yoongi surrounding his name card— his interest, his tattoos, the pros and cons you see in him. Your domineering mother and passive father and the qualities they might search for in a son-in-law. The strings connect towards the house; this pretentious status of the house your mother wanted you to have because it would increase your family’s societal status.

”I am already so very successful, mother!” “Really? Where is your house? Your land? Who would believe you?”

Unmarried. No prospect. A burden.

Smiling towards the corkboard, next to an open luggage on the floor, you said, “He didn’t say no.” Yoongi didn’t say no. These past two weeks, you were on a business trip to town, representing the production department in the annual meeting for the headquarters based in Seoul. These past few weeks, your only source of entertainment was Seokjin who was updating you on all the field gossip while you were away. In a phone call, Seokjin mentions something peculiar about Yoongi.

“He had been taking a lot of overtime lately,” Seokjin sighs into the phone, “Without me even asking… d’you think it has something to do with what happened in Burger King that day?”

“It might have…” “What did he say?” “He didn’t say no.” “But he didn’t say yes either, did he?”

Silence from your side, but your smile remains as you reminisce Yoongi’s voice when asked for time to decide, in Burger King that day.

“Did you tell him that doing too much overtime could kill him?” you switched in your seat. “Yeah-yeah I did. But he kept saying that he needed to do something.”

“Which was?” “Dunno.”

Yoongi had the day you returned to work, off. With his bike, clad in black, his black leather jacket and work boots, he walks into a pawnshop. Upon entering, the young boy at the cash register leaves to the back and an older heavily built man replaces him. He wore big chains on his neck, had gold teeth that were apparent when he smiled at Yoongi. Yoongi took off his helmet and greeted him with his chin. A wad of cash was placed on the counter for the older man to take. He combs through the stack of money with a wry smile.

“You can count them out, I’ll wait,” Yoongi shrugs nonchalantly. The older man passes the cash to his son who disappeared into the back to take out something from the safe deposit.

This is the something that he needed to do. Recovering his grandmother’s vintage wedding ring. The day that she had to pawn her ring was the day Yoongi went to interview to obtain the job he has now. He promised her on her deathbed that when he could afford to, he would take them back to her.

And so he rides to the cemeteries. With white baby breaths in hand, Yoongi crouches by his grandmother’s name plate, fiddling with the vintage ring he recovered, burdened by the thoughts of the future, something he had never even imagined because Yoongi had always been living in the present.

“Because you said, when a girl spoke to me about feelings, I should tell you first,” he said, his eyes squinting at the glaring sun, “This is me telling you.”

He dug a small shallow hole and placed the ring inside, “And this is the promise I’ve fulfilled. Permission to be happy now, gramma.” The smile his grandmother wore on her portrait now didn’t seem crestfallen like how he remembered it to be. Call him delusional, but she actually looked happy. He walks away feeling like the weight on his shoulder was lifted entirely. He took one last look at his grandmother’s grave and the baby breath he had left, the velvet box the ring came with on top of her name plate next to her portrait — a redefining leap. A fresh start. To the new Yoongi.

It was a little over 6.30pm when Yoongi clocked in for his night shift for the week when he saw you still seated in your office with your face lit by the PC screen. You were skimming through files and keeping up with the changed production plan while you were away. You stood up to update the rosters for your supervisors and machine specialists to see. This is to inform them about the changes and they were required to arrange a task force accordingly. Seokjin might have notified them verbally and through text but this is a formal briefing as per SOPs. Earbuds in your ear to keep you company when you catch the scent of freshly brewed coffee lurking in the dark office. Yoongi enters with a thermos and two mugs.

Looking over your shoulder, you eyed him suspiciously.

“Did you know, the largest spanner in this factory weighs about 2.5 kg?” He pours coffee in the mugs, takes his and leaves behind a smaller spanner and retrieves the heavier one you had been withholding from him. He walks backward, one hand holding his mug, the other shaking the large spanner, and he said, “This one’s 1.1kg.” A smile crept on your face. He disappears into the dark hallway. And you sped to the door sill.

“So it's a date?!” you yelled from where you are, hoping it reaches him, whose silhouette is apparent underneath the automated light in the hallway. “No time this week!” you could hear him smiling, he continued walking.

“Next week then?!” “No!”

That was how it began. Yoongi is doing the trades like you did. Like how you earned Burger King from him. The spanner is the symbol of trade. By leaving behind the spanner to you, he is giving you the benefit of the trade, the power. So you returned them to him. The issue here now is time. And suddenly, Yoongi was bludgeoned with looks and nudged from you, asking “Date?” A folded sticky note that reads, “Date?” Over time, you’ve gotten creative, and almost exposed yourself in pursuing Yoongi.

The “Dates?” were asked through the passover windows, written and folded in his locker, in his boots, inside his helmet, in all his pockets, in his toolbox. Time and time again, he crosses his arm at you, shakes his head and mouthed, “No.”

You sent a screenshot of your Google search to Seokjin. It reads, “How to ask a guy on a date?” followed by, “How to attract an INTP” then, “How to date.”

Seokjin [10:09pm] : Yikes. Seokjin [10:00pm] : Sorry I asked. “H. E. L. P,” you replied.

Seokjin calling…

“Maybe you’ve been too forward, like, the poor dude got spooked,” he starts. “Wow okay,” you grunt.

From the conversation with Seokjin, it seemed like too much effort isn’t attractive. Fair enough, you should have known when the first 3 of your 25 tries didn’t come to fruition. In dramas you watched, the girl wouldn’t have to ask. According to Seokjin, Yoongi would prefer a more intimate approach.

“ Maybe cut down the asking from 25 in a day to perhaps 1 or two—” Seokjin trailed. “ —a day?” “A week,” to this response from Seokjin, you frowned. Face crumpled.

“Inefficient, I wouldn’t have time, I need the house by mid-year next year,” you scribbled down the timeline. “Now, let’s not think of the time. You can’t rush trust,” Seokjin instructs, “You have to be patient.” “I’m a burnt out underpaid and overworked executive, I can’t afford to be patient,” you spat.

Seokjin rubs his face down, “Relationship to Yoongi, heck, to anyone is like a marathon. The finish line being the relationship itself. It’s not how you start, it’s how you end. It’s never about speed, it's about sustainability, stealth and commitment.”

“Speak to me like an engineer, you make zero sense right now,” you massaged the temples of your head.

Machines, calculations, mathematics— connecting the dots from one end to the other have always been simple to me. All the things the world finds complicated have always made sense to me and for that reason, perhaps, other things people thought as simple weren’t so to me. They don’t appeal to me, much less matter to me. It was when I began to work with people that I realized how much facial expressions could say without words. Being direct has always been easy, but now that I know emotions others have, I tend to think more, learn more. 

Have I been neglecting my heart for so long, I forgot I have one? 

Gentler. Like how you heard the female actress in that movie say to her lover. Yoongi had shied away from your advances because you came off too strong. Too eager. Having heard Seokjin’s advice, you had dialed it down by a ton. It wasn’t difficult, but you were more concerned of the time, ever glancing at the digital calendar at every 5 minute interval. Maybe you should forget about it all. Maybe accept your first defeat and run off. That doesn’t sound like you. Fret, you’re clawing at the impossible as of now because this desire of yours requires a third-party who had to be earned by emotions. It probably would have been easier if the target wasn’t Yoongi. But it is too late to change now. The cards are drawn and they spell his name.

What would you do if you truly love someone?

You make amends with your past. Yoongi blinks at the half-bitten biscuit in his hand. He is seated on the roadside, wiping his hand on the back of his black worn-out jeans. Dust flew as cars after cars passed by. His boots scratch the pebbles underneath being the only sound apart from the throttling bikes speeding by.

The tattoo parlor behind him had its shutter just opened. The owner, with his fiery neon green hair, rubbing his eyes as he prepares.

"The alarm died on me," he greets Yoongi at the door. Yoongi cocks his eyebrow and walks in, unconvinced, "Sure it did."

"Heard you were back at the pawnshop," Hansung yawns. "Not to pawn, but to get something back," Yoongi sat himself on the leather seat, peeling off his jacket and black turtleneck. Hansung prepares a bottle of cognac and two shot glasses. In a while, Hansung puts on his black gloves and Yoongi bares his neck. Unprompt, he applies tattoo care balm on his neck.

“You weren’t kidding when you said you want to cover up your skin,” Hansung mumbles to his chest, knees widespread to be in close proximity in order to do his job.

Yoongi didn’t respond. Hansung’s eyes glided to where Yoongi’s skin was still bare. The specks of scars, and healed wounds that his skin endured. Cuts and blades on the columns otherwise invisible to the naked eye. It was these scars that he wanted to hide. Ligature abrasions, permanent scarring, small pale circle scars littered his shoulders and neck, all but his face— his skins were witnesses and proof of a turbulent upbringing.

Yoongi closed his eyes and when he did, those words he grew up to ring in his ears like a broken record.

“How about I break your pretty little face, huh?” 

”Get over here, I need to put out my cigars.”

His childhood was dreadful.

“Hyung is always so strange,” Hansung let out a short chuckle, probably feeling foolish for saying this out loud, “Most people do tatts for the art, and you told me to treat your skin like a canvas. What if one day you wake up and decide you hate what I drew on you?”

“I do it for the tingles. I don’t care what you draw on me,” he replied coolly.

Yoongi showed up with a turtleneck the next day at work. He smells like coconut and mango when he passes by. He senses several head perks up when he walks by. He brought the book he was trying to finish since last Christmas.

“Friedrich Nietzsche,” you typed into your phone once you walked back to your locker. That was very interesting. Especially ‘Beyond Good and Evil’. The idea was to remember what interests him; and that is through the books he reads. As Yoongi was minding his business, he felt a shadow looming over him like a statue.

“I know you’re there, I’m not going on a date with you,” he spat dryly. “I wasn’t gonna ask— “ you screwed your face in disgust.

“Then why are you here, standing there like a ghost? Hm?” Yoongi shrugs, careful not to turn his head to the side because his throat tattoo is healing. “The will to overcome an emotion, is ultimately the will of another, or of several other, emotions,” you quoted. Sitting across the table, just like you did in Burger King, coffee in hand.

“I would not have guessed you were a fan of Nietzsche,” you take a small sip of the coffee in a paper cup, “Bunch of bullshit he is. But then again, fitting.”

Yoongi let out a scoff the same time he shut his book and threw it a short distance on the table, “Who said I was?”

“You were reading him.” “To understand him. The man’s dead.” “Well, I have SEVERAL things I disagree with.” “And so you spoke through his grave?” “IF I must.”

Yoongi squints his eyes toward you, and you squint back.

“One quote of him that I hate to this day, he said and I quote; ‘He who seeks intelligence lacks intelligence,’” you stated. “Why, because it hits home?” Yoongi darts.

“Because it was inaccurate,” you swirled and blew the hot steams away from your coffee. “Really, how so?” he tips his chin and folded his arms, leaning towards the table at you. You were rendered silence.

Yoongi clears his throat and lowers his voice, “It’s not a criticism. He’s not saying the people who value knowledge lacks it or saying that they are stupid. He’s saying that the people who search for something, don't have it. It is in a way, stating the obvious. He, who seeks intelligence,” Yoongi points his forefinger to your temple, “Lacks intelligence,” he taps the tip of your nose. He scrunches his nose, smirking.

“Get it now?” he returns to his laxed self. “I need a pen and paper,” you swallowed the whole paper cup of coffee. Yoongi handed one. Then he tore off a page from the Friedrich Nietzsche book. That sudden move thrilled you but you hoped it wouldn't show on your face but Yoongi caught on.

“So you’re that type of reader,” you grinned, taking the piece of paper from him, “The read and butcher kind.” “ I can’t decide if that’s a slur or a compliment, I’m leaning to believe that it's both?” He pursed his lips and tilted his head to one side.

The wall clock showed 8AM, you stood up folding the paper he gave you after writing something on it, then you pushed it towards him. His larger hand overlaps yours as he takes it. Your hand slips out easily. It was obvious that he fully intended to touch you. The calluses on his fingertips send electric tingles on  your knuckles and you couldn’t even look back at him after you left the cafeteria. You could feel his eyes on you.

“Bookstore. Saturday. Lunch.” You wrote.

Meeting was grueling. With the CAPA incident involving Yoongi finally coming to  a close, you are now helping Seokjin with his CAPA report while the meeting is in progress. All seven executives of the branches were huddled in the meeting room and while the presentation was happening, it was common to see secretaries and clerks handing over notes from the Machine Specialists to their Execs. This time, Jimin passes a note to you saying that it was from your MS.

Unfolding the note, you read a big three letters written with a marker pen, “ Y E S.” You smiled so big, Seokjin looked up from his laptop, his bangs poking his eyes. You gave him a nod and a smile and he too, grins. .

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#the specialist #ts #min yoongi #bts #bts yoongi #bts suga #agust d #yoongi fic #fanfic yoongi #suga fic #suga fanfic #yoongi x reader #fluff #angst #kpop #yoongi #bangtan boys

[onenettvchannel]

THIS JUST IN: Quiche Ikisatashi receives Life Sentence by raping a female High School student in Japan [EXCLUSIVE]

TOKYO, JAPAN -- In late-May 2023, a person named Quiche Ikisatashi, who is suspected to be a Cyniclon individual was involved in a disturbing incident during a new, deleted reboot scene for the "Tokyo Mew Mew New" anime.

(Screengrab via TV Tokyo for TXN News)

This incident occurred at a local high school in Tokyo Prefecture, where Quiche committed acts of hostage-taking and s*xual assault against a 16 y/o student named Ichigo Momomiya.

Quiche held Ichigo captive on a rooftop, using a Chimera Animas' Spider to restrain her and engaged in unlawful sexual activity driven by jealousy due to an affair between him and Ichigo's boyfriend, Aoyama Masaya.

His previous cases from 2022, Quiche had a history of criminal behavior including public abuse, stalking, voyeurism, s*xual assault, exploitation, harassment and attempted r*pe or murderer, all of which are counted as severe offenses under the Japanese law according to Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department (TMPD).

As reported exclusively by TXN News via JOTX-TV 7's TV Tokyo, Quiche made a disturbing announcement that his 'lord' from another planet would soon awaken, claiming that the Earth now belonged to aliens like his own individual.

(IMPORTANT SIDE NOTE: We blur out a l*wd activity and r*pe content in the bottom of a last deleted photo as according to the MTRCB for news readers. Quiche complete deserves a total rapist person in the another world, excluding Isekai.)

During this incident, Ichigo bravely resisted Quiche's advances, leading to a violent altercation where he attempted to strangle her. Eventually, Quiche stripped Ichigo naked against her will to take all clothes off and subjected her to forced sexual activity of r*pe, sexual assault and consistently impregnated in public on the rooftop wall above the said building, which violated its Japanese laws and left the world unable to prevent this tragedy.

The Commission on Population of Japan (CPJ), the United Nations (UN), Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) and the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department (TMPD) are collaborating closely to stop all war crimes across Japan and apprehend Quiche, despite the arrival from another planet to be taken all over.

Quiche is now facing various charges including stalking, hostage-taking & r*pe, and has been brought before the Japanese court. Furthermore, his magical powers have been immediately revoked. Although Ichigo's traumatizing experience disrupted private lovemaking moments unexpectedly, she regained consciousness by the end of the day (Japan local time).

In response to this heinous act, Japanese authorities have implemented extra pre-cautionary measures in hot pursuit against Quiche. He has been sentenced to life imprisonment in a maximum-security cell, where he will be unable to use his magical powers.

SCREENGRAB COURTESY: Yumeta Company & Graphinica for JOTX-TV 7’s TV Tokyo via TXN Network

HONEST DISCLAIMER: The readers and opinions expressed from this Exclusive News Report are not necessarily those of TV Tokyo. Half-human and alienated suspect will not be imitated in any matter. Furthermore, the assumptions of this news report will not state, intervene or reflect those of our affiliated reporters. The show, the station, the management, interwebs, and the network. Thanks for reading and have a nice day, mga ka-Bandera!!!

-- OneNETnews Team

#international news #tokyo #japan #police report #tokyo mew mew #tokyo mew mew new #anime #reboot #rape #assault #awareness #quiche #ichigo momomiya #exclusive #first and exclusive #OneNETnews

[mysticplies]

Nepheline Redesign concept

She is White Diamond’s terraformer, she can control clouds and use its pressure to terraform the ground.

#steven universe #mysticplies #su #su art #suf #nepheline #steven universe art #wds court #white

[onioncritic]

breakdown of greg and lucas’ response:

they claim that michigan is an improper venue to host the case.

the complaint doesn’t explain how greg specifically targeted underage girls in the state of michigan, only in general

sarah admitted the activities she described happened in washington, and not michigan, as well as traveling to washington from michigan.

they say greg doesn’t have control over who would watch his youtube channel, or where they lived--that was google and youtube’s job. 

bring up the NDA, say that no meaningful discussions were had about it when sarah was in michigan, exempting greg and lucas from the michigan jurisdiction.

argues that the case should be dismissed, as it was filed in the wrong court.

greg and lucas claim that they have witnesses in the WD of washington, and the case being in michigan would make travel for these witnesses difficult. also mentions greg and lucas can’t afford to travel to michigan.

argues that greg and lucas were improperly served, and could only be properly served within the state of michigan.

the documents have been added to the site for those who want to read them: https://whoisonision.com/index.php/Archive:Sarah_v_Google_LLC_et_al_(2023)

#onision #anti-onision #lawsuit #sarah #nda

[azure-skies-with-sun]

Hello tumblr. It is 11pm but my brain is full of a nature wives sports au using one of the only sports I can actually play. So may I present to you: Nature wives netball fic idea.

(Contains basic overview of netball for those who don’t know) Ok, so in this au yes, magic and hybrids and wtv exist. It's mostly based on esmp s2, but we have some of the hermit gals and esmp s1 pearl on bc yes. I'm also pretending that a) netball is popular enough for there to be a proper concessions stand in the Court? Arena? Wtf is this shit called? And B.) I still remember the rules from all the way back when I last played netball (half a year ago). For the uninitiated into the fucking cult that is the British school system (haha, British International school go brrrr) and/or someone who knows what this obscure sport is for other reasons, Netball is played on a court consisting of three thirds. The attacking, defending, and Centre thirds. The attacking and defending thirds have a D shaped area on them and at the back of those D’s you have the net. Each team has 7 players with specific roles which have limited areas of movement. Goal attack (GA) can be in the centre third, the attacking third and the attacking D. Goal shooter (GS) can only go in the attacking third and the attacking D. Wing attack (WA) can go in both the attacking and Centre thirds but not in the attacking D. Centre (C) can go in all of the thirds but none of the D’s. Goal defence (GD) can be in the centre third, the defending third and the defending D. Goal keeper (GK) can only go in the defending third and D. Wing defence (WD) can go in both the defending and Centre thirds but not in the defending D. Yada yada yada blah blah blah. The only other rules that you need to know right now are that you can’t move with the ball, can’t bounce the ball and have to pass within 3 seconds of getting the ball but can take as long as you want to shoot. Confused? Good because I’m done explaining the rules now (yay!) Anyways, the fic would switch POVs between Shelby (who works at the concession stand) and Katherine (who plays GA for the netball team). It’s mutual pining from afar and idiots in love. Shelby works the stand together with sausage, who is the certified no.1 Pearl Stan. The team line-up is False (GS), Katherine (GA), Lizzie (WA), Pearl (C), Gem (WD because I play WD and I love Gem), Stress (GD) and Cleo (GK). Multiple other Hermits/emperors/life series members would make appearances depending on what I feel like writing, and I might not even start writing until I have the motivation to. I just wanted my ideas to be on paper haha.

#ramblings of a lunatic #Netball #esmp s2 #esmp s1 #hermitcraft #nature wives #fanfiction #Istg i would've exploded if I didn't share this #anyway how are you guys

[eprelthoughts]

Hi eprelthoughts!

It's been awhile, I just want to remember this moment for a long long while. As you know I'm always always a huge fan of Volleyball. Watching it makes me so happy despite not being able to play it anymore. I've been following RJN's respective clubs, early months I'm watching Ran and Yuki in Italy. Sleepless nights just to support my boys. For weekends I randomly watch games for Vleague and I've been following Masa's team as it was Jade's favorite player. As I watched their 1st game, against WD Nagoya the setter really left me in awe for his height, WHAT A TALL SETTER 😳 His power in net defense is hands down one of the best. That's when I started looking him up, Eiro Motoki. I wasn't so invested but then I usually bumped into his stories and lives, I tried my best not following but Jade just kept on sending it to me. One day I JUST GAVE IN and followed his games. I rooted for his team and seriously called them as my "Home Team"

Earlier this year he had an ankle injury, a serious one that kept him on sideline. The team's performance went downhill. You can see Eiro on the side getting frustrated. He worked hard and did lives so he can send comfort. I met my closest friends because of him. We started exchanging interaction, him greeting me a happy birthday twice this year. He's so lovely and appreciative that rooting for him became so special.

I rooted for his healing and first few games without bandage/crutches he had limited time in the court. I was so so frustrated but Motoki's not. He's so patient that he dedicated extra time after the game to get back on his usual shape. Even his team mates stayed with him on his process. Supporting him, cause he's that man who never gave up.

When he came back fully as front line, you can still see shaky performance from him. He can't catch up the ball, he cant set or block in the net aggressively as usual and that's fine. Oya was outsmarting him in Sunto games. Showing him veteran kind of confidence but again he's Motoki, the ever patient and hard working boy. I know how much he studied this game, again and again til he come back to today's stage.

And for today's game this is my take away

Grabe kasi if papanuoren mo ulit and if sinundan mo talaga sila you'll see what Wolfdogs worked on coming to this Finals.

1. More aggressive locals (Kenta - Aki).

• Eiro started distributing the sets more on locals in their Pana game. Motoki kept on gambling especially to Kenta to bring back his confidence that was challenged the past few games especially against Sunto. Kenta was targeted and disheartened by Sunbi that his reception, services and attack became shaky. Kenta made that worth every cent

2. Solid blockings, both Denda and Wang really gave Alain and Papi Fujinaka a hard time. Usually kasi either of the two lang nag wowork

• And as if on Cue, Denda deserves the Best 6 award.

3. Less service errors. You'll see how lethal Kenta's services right now. He used to have a lot of service errors.

4. Eiro's floor defense. Mahal na mahal ko si Motoki but his FD is usually meh lalo na if back row sya, definitely you'll see in this game how much he worked on his FD.

5. Them reversing Sunto's usual routine of disheartening Kenta, binaliktad nila and gave Papi Fujinaka the pressure. They kept on targetting him ng serves sa una mapapaisip ka "BAKET EH ANG GALING NIYA" pero makikita mo how he slowly started getting shaky receives, even shaky attacks. So so smart tactic na naisip nila.

6. FLOOR DEFENSE!! Nung mid season medyo nawala to talaga sakanila, nandun pero hindi kasing top tier ng usual FD nila. But this game grabe you'll see Ogawa throwing his body kahit sa impossible nang masalo na spike. Everyone's catching up the balls, even the MBs were running for it. Sobrang sipag.

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Motoki, look at you from crying for not winning it to crying for WINNING IT

I just want to remember today cause you were a part of my birthday wish. Congratulations to the love of my life Eiro Motoki-kun 🖤 My home team Wolfdogs Nagoya. I enjoyed the past 7 months together 🥳🥇

[hammer-draws]

I think you may have said this about rose but do you think if she confronted the diamonds, she could have convinced them to stop right? Like steven did? Most people and seemingly even future seem to think so if she did talk responsibility but at the same time I'm just like wondering if it's a good idea of despite what's been established about the diamonds. And bringing up future because of the whole "running away from her problems" rant from Steven and presumably that also include her not confronting the Diamonds I have yet to see someone say that it was actually a bad idea because you got WD, who could have controlled her and YD and BD assuming if let's say she did convince both of them.

This took me a bit to get to so sorry bout that

So, I definitely feel there was no way that Pink would've been able to convince the other three to stop. If Pink were to rebel as herself, the others definitely would've taken away what little power she already had and make her solely a political puppet figure (look like an authority figure in public, but having no say in what goes on behind the scenes). The only reason Steven was able to convince the others because Pink was gone entirely and it was their fault.

I also believe that Pink rebelled as Rose to give her gems a chance at a choice. She probably felt that if she rebelled as Pink, her court would follow with it simply out of obligation and not from a genuine desire for change.

#say what you will about the diamonds but there's no denying that they did genuinely love pink #they always expected her to be their little jester with her funny little requests #they never wouldve thought that she would leave them #let alone dying

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WD Steve and Bucky don’t do anything in small measures

Leave it up to them to take a ‘dinner as friends’ and blow Omega Bean out of the water with a first courting date in a place that looks like this

#its an actual place to eat in Canada #bonus points if you know the name of this restaurant #its in Canada and a few places in the US