#when khan can finally do LESS

[kelpiemomma]

The screaming had lasted for hours.

Not screaming like someone was dying; Ingo would have intervened if that were the case.

In some ways, the argument he could almost hear was worse.

The twins had come round with Cori and Razz, picking up Akari and Rei and taking them out for ice cream when it had started. Ingo had asked Davis about it who had, reasonably, looked uncomfortable.

"Dizzy loves our brother, she really, really does. But she... takes his lifestyle personally. They're very similar like that." Davis had responded quietly. "It's an old argument with no end. This happens- not normally in front of the kids, so Khan had us take them out of the house when she started winding up, and Cor asked if we could grab Akari for ice cream and..."

Ingo had let them go, sitting at home and listening. He couldn't hear the words but he could hear the tone. How angry Dizzy was, how it would go quiet and then there would be another outburst. Only a handful of times did Khan raise his voice in return at his sister, but never for very long. Ingo couldn't remember having any arguments like that with Emmet. He didn't remember their childhood, but the memories he had recovered of their teenage years and before his accident... he didn't think he and his twin had ever been quite so volatile.

Then again, there had been no signs of this sort of conflict between the oldest siblings either. If he wasn't hearing it, he'd never have thought they'd fight like this. Given the lack of interference from the rest of the neighborhood he wagered Davis was right, and that the best way to deal with this storm was simply to ride it out.

When the argument finally ended he was standing by his window that looked into his neighbor's front yard, worried. Dizzy stormed out with Khan following quickly behind. Ingo had never seen him look so... small. It was hardly a word one would associate with the young man, given his height and stature, and yet it was the only word Ingo could think of to describe him.

He watched as Khan reached for his sister, only for her to turn and slap his hand away.

“Why can’t you even try, you self-sacrificing bastard? You never even try!”

She stomped down the sidewalk, slamming the door to her car shut before turning it on and pulling out at a decidedly unsafe speed. Ingo watched as Khan stared after her, shoulders still slumped, before he put a hand up to his face and turned to walk back into his home.

Maybe it would be better to leave well enough alone, to pretend he hadn’t overheard… _that,_ but Khan was… well. Khan was his friend. Things may have been shaky to start with between them, but they had smoothed out. Khan knew about Ingo’s amnesia and never once judged him for it. Now, Ingo knew about… this.

Still. He hesitated before walking out of his own home and down the sidewalk to his neighbor’s, glancing around at the rest of the homes on the street. Blinds were slowly opening, curious eyes peeking through to see what still stood in the wake of the hurricane argument. The door to Khan’s home was unlocked when he tried the handle and Ingo slowly opened the door.

“Khan?” He called out.

There was a sniffling sound, a familiar hitch of breath.

“Yeah?” Khan’s voice was thick and low when he replied. “What’s up, need something fixed?”

“No, I…” Ingo shut the door behind him. The house was in one piece. For all the screaming and noise it appeared that nothing had been broken. The argument may have sounded violent but nobody had gotten physical. “I heard what happened and I was wondering if you were… alright.”

“Oh, you… you heard that?” Khan hadn’t come out to find him and so Ingo continued towards his voice instead. “Well,  yeah. They could probably hear that on the moon.”

“Possibly. I was unaware that Dizzy’s volume could rival my own.”

Khan was sat in the kitchen, slouched down in one of the chairs he’d built by hand. A byproduct of one of the many jobs he’d taken to keep his siblings fed, homed, and safe. He still looked, to Ingo’s dismay, small. Defeated. Deflated of all life.

“Yeah, she’s got some pipes on her. Always has. About burst my eardrums when she was a toddler, the way she’d howl when she threw a fit.”

One hand was rubbing at his face and his shoulders were still shaking intermittently. Ingo paused, uncertain, before he rested a hand on Khan’s shoulder.

“I don’t know what happened, but if you’d like to talk about it… or if you’d prefer, I can leave?”

Khan was silent long enough that Ingo prepared to straighten up, head out the door, and pretend this had never happened.

Khan leaned forward, rubbed his eyes again, and shook his head.

“You can stay,” he said quietly, and Ingo pretended he didn’t see the tears falling onto the floor, “it’s fine. You can stay.”

#khan a. #neighbor au #dizzy loves her brother but even though it's been over a decade she takes the decisions he made as a teenager personally #she feels guilt for not being able to help him more nevermind that she was a couple years younger than him #with all of them older and better able to take care of themselves she wants him to start branching out and DOING things #and doesn't understand that khan doesn't feel like a failure (bc she does) and that he's actually quite... comfortable and happy. #and that it's taken him a while to feel this way because he always felt like he wasn't doing ENOUGH #she's the well meaning younger sibling who feels like she held him back and now she's trying to 'encourage' him into doing something MORE #when khan can finally do LESS #eventually there will be a compromise where ingo does not wander over afterwards and find khan pretending he's not crying (again) #(ingo will help be that catalyst bc he understands why dizzy feels as though she's failed because he's gone through it with emmet feeling #the same way about ingo's own injury that caused his amnesia. they'll sit her down and have a talk with her and then she'll go #talk to her brother and they'll cry into each other's arms because they're actually very melodramatic) #but for now. for a little while yet. they will argue and khan will send the littles away and ingo will help him recover. #dizzy will come back in a week and they won't speak about It until the feelings bottle up and build up enough pressure to explode again. #ingo #SKETCHY SKETCHY IT LOOKS BAD OH WELL

[matan4il]

Daily update post:

There was another independent terrorist attack today, this time in Samaria, in the area of Yitzhar. The victim is reportedly a young Israeli man of 19 years, and he's in a serious state, while the terrorist is said to have been neutralized. The craziest thing at the link is a small summary about the Palestinian terrorist activity in these parts. In Judea and Samaria alone, an area geographically disconnected from Gaza, where Hamas does operate, but which is not under its rule, just from Oct 7 to Jan 15, there have been no less than 2600 (!) terrorist attacks recorded.

Bassem Eid, a Palestinian journalist and human rights activist, has published an op ed at Newsweek, where he's writing to his fellow Palestinians, asking them to stop blaming the Jews for the starvation Hamas is causing in Gaza.

We already knew that the IDF has been using millions of leaflets, phone calls and text messages (millions of each) to warn Gazans to evacuate from dangerous war zones, and that in itself costs a lot of money. I don't think I've ever come across any country investing this much money in evacuating the population of the other side in a war. But now, I saw a TV report on how the IDF is trying to do even more. I've found the footage that they showed, a short vid of an IDF drone, that has speakers attached to it, so it can announce to the residents of a specific project in Khan Younis to evacuate it:

The IDF has also shared an intercepted phone conversation, where they recorded an UNRWA teacher, who is also a Hamas terrorist, talking about his part in the Oct 7 massacre, where he brags about having kidnapped an Israeli woman. The call took place 7 hours after the massacre began. In this context, and while the UN continues to express itself in a way that unjustly vilifies Israel, it's no wonder that Israel's envoy to the UN has been called back for consultation, something Israel hasn't done in 8 years. Honestly, I think at this point it's clear that it's not just that the UN has been biased against Israel since before Hamas had started this war. As Israel continues to expose the complicity of UN workers in the Oct 7 massacre, the UN now also has the motivation to do its best to discredit the one country that can prove its guilt better than any other.

I generally don't talk about the negotiations for another hostage deal. It's a lot of emotional ups and downs to follow them, and I also know many reports are denied quickly, some can be just plain false and made by people eager for attention, while other can even be statements intentionally made to pressure one of the sides in one direction or another. I follow the reports, but IDK which ones I believe myself, even when they come from normally reliable media sources. However, I've heard this report on multiple Israeli news sources, and I tend to believe it reflects the genuine belief on Israel's part, so I'm passing it on. Apparently, the Israeli officials in charge of negotiations now believe that Hamas is intentionally not agreeing to any deals, because it wants escalation during Ramadan. It tracks for me, it's clear that the idea of fighting during Ramadan will be used as parpaganda against Israel, even though Hamas are extremist Islamists, who have no issue with violence during Ramadan, and even the US has made it pretty clear through Blinken's statement, that they currently see Hamas as the side saying no to a truce as part of a hostage deal.

It took way too long for this committee to be appointed, it took them too much time to do anything while the world either denied or justified the crimes perpetrated on Oct 7, it's releasing its port 5 months after the massacre, when the initial info started coming out just days after it, but an independent UN envoy has finally officially confirmed that there is "clear and convincing evidence" regarding the sex crimes of Hamas, committed against victims on Oct 7 itself, and against the hostages since then.

This is 22 years old Noa Farage.

She was a surfer, was planning to travel to South East Asia for 6 months, and volunteered as a scouts counselor. She was very excited to go to the Nova music festival, because it was going to be her last time hanging out with her best friend Roni before her trip. On Oct 7, Roni survived, but Noa was murdered by Hamas terrorists.

May her memory be a blessing.

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

#israel #antisemitism #israeli #israel news #israel under attack #israel under fire #terrorism #anti terrorism #hamas #antisemitic #antisemites #jews #jew #judaism #jumblr #frumblr #jewish #resources #unrwa #un

[deepdisireslonging]

Two More

Another PPV is done, but the Reader’s and Kenny’s relaxing time keeps being interrupted. The Reader thinks up a way to distract him from work.

Pairing: Kenny Omega x Gender Neutral!Reader

Warnings/Promises: fluff, SMUT, oral (reader receiving), edging, overstimulation, Kenny being a giver to a fault

Word Count: 1900

Note: Another song-fic for the Summer Playlist! Don’t know why this one took me so long to work out the smut, but now I am super happy with how it came out. Let me know how you liked it with comments and reblogs. Happy reading!

“Notice” by Little Mix

With a huff, you sank back into the couch. Kenny winced and answered the fifth call of the afternoon. While the day had been lovely, it was full of wrestling business. Not a single minute for either of you to catch your breath, much less relax. And now that you were home, the business had followed him. 

“Two minutes,” he whispered to you. To the caller he noted, ‘it’s not a long one, but I’ve got a minute.” He listened for a bit, then his shoulders slumped. “Mr. Khan, is there anyway we can go over details tomorrow? Besides, didn’t we go over them enough today at- yes. A few plot holes, but-“ With an apologetic look, he slipped out onto the back porch. 

You listened to the one-sided conversation through the screen door. Being married to athletic and creative brilliance had its shortcomings, for sure. But you always had a way of bringing you both back to a calm center. 

While he was on the balcony, you sliced cucumbers and put them in water for a refreshing drink later. You made sure the travel clothes made it at least to the laundry room; the floor counted, right? And you went ahead and laid out some games you could play together on the coffee table. When Kenny came back in with the weight of AEW on his shoulders, you handed him the refreshing glass and sat him in front of the gaming system. 

“You’ve been busy. What happened to relaxing?” He smiled as you handed him a controller. 

“It's hard to relax if I know you’re up to your eyeballs in Khan’s strategizing. C’mon.” You bumped your shoulders together. “Let’s unwind for a little bit.” 

It didn’t take long for the ’easy’ game to turn heated. Just when you were finally getting the upper hand, Kenny’s phone rang again. He paused the game.

“Hey-“

“Two minutes.”

“Fine.” Again, you slumped against the couch as he walked out of the room. Earlier when you had arrived, Kenny had cranked up the AC to get the air circulating. Now the temperature had evened out and you were no longer freezing. You shed your jacket. And caught an idea. If this afternoon continued in the morning's pattern, Kenny would need something to drive him to distraction until the phone calls stopped. 

Your husband came back in with one of the most apologetic faces you’d seen. “Sorry about that. Matt and Nick needed-“

“Don’t worry about it. Now sit down so I can finish kicking your ass!”

The pause was too much for you to regain your momentum that round. No worries. You had a better enterprise in mind. It became more tantalizing with each incoming call. At first, Kenny didn’t notice. It wasn’t unusual for you to lounge about in a tank top and your shorts. But when he saw your clothes piling up, his brow would scrunch, trying to figure out your plan. But you would drag him back into the game, or another call would drag him back out. 

Impatience set in. 

“That’s the last one,” he said, tossing his phone onto the coffee table. “I promise-“ 

You sat calm as a church mouse as his mouth dropped. While waiting for him in the nude had technically been a few more calls away, you didn’t want to wait that long. 

“What’s wrong baby?” You crooned. Tugging your knees up, you covered your chest. “Are you tired of video games? Would you like to do something… else?”

His head was nodding before he managed words. “Y-yes. No more video games. Uh- did you have something in mind?”

“Mhmm.” You didn’t bother with grace or sha-shaying. Kenny followed you like a parched man to a fresh, cool spring. The bed hit the back of your legs when you turned. His eyes fought to watch your eyes or… everything else. “See something you like?” 

As you sat down, leaning back on your arms to arch out your chest, Kenny’s breath stuttered. “Oh yes. I’m trying to figure out where to start.”

He was just beginning to lean over you when his phone began to ring again. With a hiss, he buried his head into the crook of your neck. You tried to hold him there, but he quickly untangled your fingers from his hair. 

“Boy, you have seriously lost your focus.”

Holding up the screen, Kenny’s earlier delight evaporated. “It’s one of the TNT producers. I can’t-“

“They can leave a message and call Khan instead.” You spread your legs, showing off what you knew would break him. “So, are you going to answer the phone or come fuck me?”

Kenny looked between you and the phone once. He chose correctly and tossed the phone into the living room, slamming the door shut. Then he pounced on you. Here was your passionate lover. 

As he kissed from one shoulder to the next across your collarbone, you purred and dug your fingers into his hair. You helped guide him down to travel from one side of your chest to the other. All the while you softly asked him, “what do you need, baby? Do you want to get behind it? Flip me over and recline us? Undress me just the way you like it?” 

“You’re killing me, sweetheart.” His forceful kisses pushed you back onto the mattress. “I knew what you were doing. Tried to resist. But I can never resist you. Especially when you play games like this.”

You laughed, “I know you always see through my tricks. But what’s the fun of wearing nothing if you never notice? Had to get you away somehow.”

“I’m glad you did.” Kenny stopped ravishing you with kisses long enough to take a long look at your face. Beaming. Waiting for his next move. He loved that you could match his energy in the ring and in production, and that you knew just what he needed to revive him. He lightly gripped your chin, guiding you close for a slow, sensual thank you. “What would I do without you?”

“Be a nervous wreck?” You touched your foreheads together. “Stop thinking about today. Open challenge, right here. Take me, baby. Don’t make me wait-“

He silenced you with a sucking kiss to the hollow of your throat. While your fingers re-curled into his hair, his hips thrust at the edge of the bed between your legs. You tried to drag him up so those thrusts would pass to you, but he began to kiss down your body instead. He nuzzled your stomach on the way down, trailing his fingers down to your undulating hips. His lips murmured things against your skin that you couldn’t hear. But it made your arousal buzz all the same. He continued moving down, around where you wanted him. Nipping at your skin, then tugging your legs further apart just so he could kiss your inner thighs.

You whined and tried to roll your heat into his face.

Kenny tutted at you. “I thought you were trying to help me? If I wanted you to sit on my face, you’d be there already.” He glanced up at you, barely visible over your stomach with how low he was kneeling. “But today has been stressful for you too, huh?” It startled you when his fingers gently smoothed over your sex. “And we both know that helping you will help me too.”

Again, you whined. For such an impatient man, he picked the worst moments to take his time. Your mutual impatience was why you worked so well together. “Kenny, please! Just fuck-“

He cupped his palm under you, teasing with one finger. After only a few passes, his finger was squelching in your slick. He watched, enraptured, when he added a second next to the first. Together they curled, scissored, and made you quake and shiver. He glanced over at your hands, watching them helplessly claw at the sheets. When your toes began to curl, he pulled back. Kenny chuckled at your cry of dismay. Resting his chin on his hands on your lower stomach, he waited for your breathing to even out. Then he took his low position again.

“You’ve been edging me with all the calls already,” you panted, “please, baby-“

He kissed over your mound. “Had to get one in. Make sure you were ready for me.”

“As if I’m not ready for you every second of the day?”

With an agreeing grunt, Kenny dove in to eating you out. His arms wrapped tight around your thighs to hold you in place as you arched. As you screamed. As you pleaded. And as your body wriggled, trying to move your sex impossibly close to his face. But he was a master at swallowing you down to your soul, he liked to joke.

“Gonna give it to me, baby?” he asked between noisy slurps. “Gonna flood my mouth? Come on. I thought you issued me a challenge.”

You tried to hold off. You really did. But then he began to suck hard in that way and- you fell apart on his tongue. Kenny rushed to drink every drop. It set a chill zinging across your skin.

The shivering that overtook your body wasn’t just from the impending orgasm. It heightened as Kenny crawled over your body before settling himself between your legs.

His eyes gleamed. “I should reward you for every call you had to wait through.”

You shook your head. There was no way you’d survive that many. And you warned as much.

Kenny leaned down to press his forehead against your feverish one. “Perhaps. But you were so patient. Can you at least give me two more?”

As you gasped with the sensation, he slowly worked his length into your heat. His mouth fell open, lax against your cheek. He nuzzled into the crook of your neck. But when you tried to roll your hips, he didn’t start. Instead, his hands spread wide against your chest. One to the next, he toyed with your nipples. Squeezed and kneaded your flesh. Pinched and massaged. Thrusting only when your whines caught him off guard. But as your need amplified, and your voice caught in your throat, Kenny’s thrusts became erratic. Your body quaked with one release. Kenny stilled, reveling in how you clamped down on him.

He waited for your breathing to even. Then he began to thrust in earnest. You cried out his name, gripping his shoulders. Did you want him to stop and give you a break? Or did you want him to keep going? He felt so good. Between whimpers of delight, you hummed similar pleasantries into his skin. How well he filled you up. To keep going, right there. How only he could make you shake like that. Could he feel how desperate you were to cum?

Your voice cracked under the pleasure. He kissed you deeply, stealing air out of your breathless lungs. As you came, your nails clawed down his back. With a shout that filled your mouth, he spilt into you.

After few panting minutes, he gingerly rotated until he was on his back, with you on top and securely hugged to his chest. He held you, matching your racing heartbeats with his. With a wisp of a laugh, he smiled against your forehead. You whimpered, exhausted and terrified, as he dragged you over his upper chest. With the crook of his finger, he brought you to hover over his face.

“Two more.”

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Masterlist 

Other Kenny Fics: 

Troublemaker (Smut)

Breathless Brat (Smut, Ficlet)

A Cumedy of Errors (Crack!Fic, Smut, Fluff)

#Kenny Omega #kenny omega smut #kenny omega x reader #gender neutral reader #aew smut #aew x reader

[ghoulinfuschia]

Hi there, follower since your Amphibia themed days. May I ask, are there any connections you could make between Amphibia and Murder Drones in plot, structure, characters, etc. that you love?

I think a common thread that appeals to me in both stories has to be the element of finding love when you feel lost. And I don’t mean romantic love. Uzi and Anne as characters are both incredibly flawed. Anne started off as selfish, dismissive, pushy, and overall rude. Uzi starts off being abrasive, standoffish, and it’s made very clear that she has zero friends. While both shows have very different storylines and plots, both have a protagonist who has a lot of growing to do and a lack of bonds.

Anne’s a bit better off since she had Sasha and Marcy. She wasn’t straight up alone, and she had family that loved her, but her friendship was very toxic. It felt like it wasn’t until she landed in Amphibia that she was able to find a community to flourish in. She became kind and understanding because of that, and she learned to stand up for herself. She found family when she was scared and struggling to find herself.

Uzi’s case is like on the complete opposite end of the spectrum in regards of severity. Though we don’t know much about her life before the beginning of the series, we can infer that she’s been isolated for a long time. She doesn’t have a friend group, her teacher doesn’t want to deal with her, her mom died but not really, and her dad might as well not even be there. Khan tries, but with his track record he could be categorized as an absent father. The show plays up her angsty teen bit for comedy, but in reality she’s kind of a tragic character. She doesn’t know how to make connections because no one bothered to give her the time of day. She’s also awful with dealing with her emotions since she was never taught how. Once again this is all speculation but I’m pretty confident that p much everyone in her life failed her in one way or another.

It wasn’t until Uzi became friends with the disassembly drones that she found people to connect with. I mean, moreso N than V since V seems to have her own walls up (which she wouldn’t fucking explain because HHHHHHH LIAAAAAAAAM).

N seems like one of, if not THE ONLY person in Uzi’s life who’s genuine and actually gives a shit about her. He’s patient with her and incredibly caring. In turn he was the key to helping her make a real connection and open up. She’s still um. Kind of emotionally janked but she’s getting better WAHAHA

Also this is less of a “I can fix her” situation and more of a “finally I’m not alone” sorta thing I feel.

I think overall what hooked me into these series was how both of the protags fall under the category of “People who seem insufferable but really just needed a hug”. Watching someone become a better person is just v tasty to me.

#honeybee rambles

[scribe-of-maat]

Ranking DC Pride 2023

9. Love’s Lightning Heart (???, ???)

Starring The Flashlight and The Flash, I think? When he called the dude “Ray” in the beginning I thought it was gonna be The Ray, you know? This only scores so low because I’m not at ALL familiar with anything Multiversity and this story especially seemed to be absolutely thick with that corner of DC lore. I get there’s a Parallax type of thing happening but... this was kind of hard to follow for a payoff that’s pretty lukewarm if you’re not well-versed in who this story’s about.

8. My Best Bet (Jon Kent/Superman, John Constantine

This is hit especially hard in my ranking because it’s the last story in the book and the only thing DC Pride about it is that it stars two Bs. They’re popular queer characters but I’m here for stories that are specifically ABOUT LGBT stuff, not about LGBT people doing stuff. There’s nothing to really talk about here.

7. Found (Xanthe Zhou, Batwoman/Kate Kane)

I’ve been meaning to read Spirit World, and since I hadn’t gotten around to it Xanthe being LGBT was a surprise to me, but not as much as Kate Kane showing up was. It feels like someone threw a dartboard at WLW women and plopped in whoever came up, cuz I guarantee if I flip the newest Batwoman issue open to a random page she’ll have a girlfriend-slash-situationship that won’t be too happy about her seeming receptive to some flirting. But hey, I like Xanthe more now so there’s give-and-take.

6. And Baby Makes Three (Xiomara Rojas/Crush, Harleen Quinzel/Harley Quinn, Pamela Isley/Poison Ivy)

I like Crush. I can’t claim to have read much of her, because for now that means enduring way too much Damian Wayne, but she seems like an incredibly interesting character. But I could not tell you why she’s here with Harley and Ivy. This, moreso than anything else, has a less than negative chance of being referenced again and it’s giving me even more of that dartboard feeling the last story did. Plus if there’s one thing Harlivy can do, it’s carry a story by themselves. I wish we’d gotten something about JUST Crush, is what I’m saying. I feel like this was a status update for Crush, like her washing ashore was meant to bridge the gap between this story and whatever she was doing the last time she showed up.

5. Teamwork Makes the Dream Work (Natasha Irons/Steel, Nubia)

Listen, I will always have space in my heart for the Irons family. I love Natasha, and I love John Henry, and when DC lets either out of the ether every other year I’m front and center. That, and the recent super-push Nubia has been enjoying made this story one I was pretty excited to read when I realized who it was about. But THIS ART. These faces are TRASH. Even without looking it up I feel like there’s a 0% chance DC would give a nonblack artist this story, so it makes it especially confusing as to why the characters look like THAT. The actual content was fun and even though Io needs to come up off our queen posthaste, I didn’t have any (other) complaints. But it’s SOOOOO UGLYYYYY.

4. The Dance ( Minhkhoa Khan/Ghost-Makes, Thomas Blake/Catman)

I knew Ghost-Maker was bi prior to reading this, somehow. I’ve been meaning to read anything about him because his design is so awesome but I was only really guessing this was Catman alongside him. I really don’t know anything about him, so this ranks so highly just because of Ghost-Maker. I don’t really have anything else to add here since this story’s ultimate purpose seems to just show off muscley dudes post-sex.

3. Anniversary (Lucas Trent/Midnighter, Andrew Pulaski/Apollo, Alan Scott/Green Lantern)

These showcases tend to have like, one story that directly addresses inequality if you’re lucky. This is that story, and it’s such a good one. Midnighter and Apollo’s fame as the canon gay Superbat sort of eclipses anything else about them, but that reputation is put to excellent effect here. Plus, Alan Scott, one of my favorite Green Lanterns, finally shows up. Revitalizing that old slogan to make it clear the LGBT isn’t going anywhere was fun, too.

2. Subspace Transmission (Jules Jourdain/Circuit Breaker, Jess Chambers/The Flash, Andy Curry/Aquawoman)

Jess was an extremely fun and memorable character from the start like, half a decade ago and that holds true here. I was super uninvested in the Circuit Breaker part of this story. I don’t know who that is, and even after reading this I genuinely don’t care. This made my heart hurt for more Teen Justice and Future State stuff in general. That Jackson Hyde cameo at the end was also perfect.

1. Hey, Stranger (Connor Hawke/Hawke, Tim Drake/Robin)

I was definitely in diapers the last time these two characters spoke to each other. When there’s been THAT big a gap in timeframe I can’t be sure how emotional a reunion can be to a modern readership. None of that matters to my enjoyment, because Connor Hawke is far and away my favorite Arrowfam member and his recent resurgence (even if too much of it is attached to Damian Wayne for my taste) has been such a blessing. DC only trots this guy out three times a year but god do we eat good each time. They just need to do a LITTLE more with him.

#dc pride 2023 #tim drake #connor hawke #jules jourdain #andy curry #jess chambers #robin #hawke #green arrow #batfam #arrowfam #aquawoman #aquafam #aquaman #jackson hyde #midnighter #apollo #alan scott #green lantern #catman #thomas blake #minkhoa khan #ghost-maker #natasha irons #steel #superfam #nubia prince #Hermione Granger #nubia #wonderfam

[archiesoniconline]

Sonic Universe Online #53 Behind the Scenes!

Hello again, people! Since last time we covered the behind-the-scenes for StHO #52, today we'll be covering the next and final issue of the Bunnie arc, StHO #53! Admittedly, I might not have as much to say about this issue compared to the last one since I had no involvement in it's production, but I'll still do what I can!

As usual, let's start with the cover. There isn't much to say here since Crim penciled it fairly early into the arc, even before the cover for 52 was made. The biggest change that was made was adding to the bulk of her robotic arm, and moving the sleeves on her coat as a result.

This issue was fully penciled by @dariidrawsindreams, but @katonuchiha4525 provided the thumbnails to use as a reference. Although there had been some issues with artists coming and going, we managed to stick to a remarkably consistent style in this issue thanks to them.

Meifeng was designed by our former artist Pooj, who was meant to be a junior/daughter figure to Conquering Storm, though not her Kommissar. She's obviously more polite and less battle-hardened than her Grandmaster, and although she doesn't personally get involved in the action this issue, she's definitely not to be underestimated. Whether or not she's as easily impressionable as portrayed in the off-panel is yet to be seen.

When Khan has his flashback to issue 92, @alusniper had to correct the colors on the Overlanders' uniforms. But since the flashback was later given a sepia filter, it ultimately didn't make much of a difference.

On page 16, the positions of Bunnie's legionnaire partners ended up being swapped, due to not matching up with the order of the word bubbles in the panel.

One thing that keen-eyed readers may have noticed is that Bunnie is missing her jet pack throughout the issue, even in scenes where she's clearly flying. That was really nothing more than an honest mistake, and by the time it was noticed it was too late to add it back in.

Back in 52, we made sure to add a line about the coil generators carrying the oil shipment throughout the arc, so their role in defeating Jun Kun would be properly foreshadowed. We also made a reference to Espio providing the Fan of Fen Xing to Khan in issue 211, which is how Jun Kun was defeated in that issue.

@riggo-draws had actually drawn the final page at one point, but after he left the team we ultimately stuck to the version that Darii made.

Finally, there's the preview picture that we teased the day before the issue was released. @leroyalmess had made several drafts of Genesis-style pictures to use, but we ended up opting for a parody of the Sonic & Knuckles logo, but with Bunnie and Khan instead.

That's it for this one! Maybe a bit short compared to the others, but no less work involved in making it a reality! We'll have to say goodbye to Bunnie for now, but until she returns, keep your eyes peeled for the upcoming Blaze arc, and beyond!

#archie sonic online #sonic the hedgehog #sonic universe online #bunnie d'coolette #monkey khan #iron king #conquering storm #jun kun #behind the scenes #meifeng #issue 53

[hugsandchaos]

Just incase; Neo is Swap N, T is Swap Thad, K is Swap Khan, and U is Swap Uzi (might change it to Z or U-Z)

Neo yawned and stretched all four of his limbs out, making sure to move his legs at a downward angle so he wouldn’t push the floor or hit what he assumed was once the controls of the pod. He let himself slump down in the chair for a quick second before blinking and sitting back up, refocusing on the task at hand. Looking at his history book, Neo struggled for a second to figure out where he was before he caught himself drifting off to sleep.

Once he found it again, he forced his tired mind to focus on the contents and propped his head on his left hand. It felt like his brain was turning into mush with how tired he was.

At first, Neo tried to just absorb the words, then understand the sentences. He’s spent multiple years staying up late studying, and the only difference now was where he was, which was inside the pod belonging to his murder drone friends, T, K, and U.

Neo decided to give studying here a try, to see if the cold would help keep himself awake while studying. It did, but it also made a small part of his mind, the part that humans refer to as the “unconscious” part of the mind since things would go on without realizing, think of going back to the bunker to get nice and cozy under his blanket in his bed and finally letting go of every last bit of stress Neo felt. As the night progressed to 11:23PM, he grew more and more tired and the thought grew more tempting. At least the howling wind made for some nice background sounds.

“Neo?” T piped up.

Neo was startled into wakefulness and shot his head up, not realizing he was beginning to fall back asleep again. He looked over at U’s squad mate, T, who was by far probably the chillest drone Neo has ever met. He was surprisingly okay with the new change of plans, mostly because he didn’t want to keep killing and instead wanted to be able to play with multiple drones.

He looked a little concerned and very confused as he looked at Neo from the doorway.“What are you doing up? I thought worker drones slept at this hour.” T asked. He wiped the oil off his face, presumably from a disembodied arm or some other dead worker drone part. They could get oil just fine from those. For a few seconds, Neo’s head felt slightly less like confused mush.”Unless they cover night shifts or they’re just busy.” Neo replied with a light chuckle.

He turned back to his book and the “confused mush” feeling came back.“Aren’t you tired?” T asked. Neo shrugged and went to the next paragraph, not paying much attention to his friend, which was very unlike himself. But he needed to study.

Just because he’s one step closer to annihilating the human race doesn’t mean he can slack off. Especially if he didn’t want to give pretty much everyone in the colony another reason to dislike him.“Not the first all-nighter I’ve pulled, and something tells me it won’t be the last.” Neo silently brushed his concerns off and tried to go back to studying, but T wasn’t going to give up.

He walked over to the chair his worker drone friend was sitting in and put a hand on the back of the chair.“Come on, let’s put the books away and get you back to the bunker, you look exhausted.” T said. Neo didn’t even look up from the texts he could barely focus on with how exhausted he felt.”No.” He said, sounding just as tired and frustrated as he felt without realizing. He didn’t notice, though.

T stared at him surprised for a bit, not having heard that tone from him before, but pulled himself back together really quickly and opened his mouth to speak again as Neo struggled to keep his eyes open and stay focused.“One more question; When’s the last time you slept?” T asked. That question made Neo stop reading and sit up. He hasn’t thought much about the fact that sometimes his visor shows what humans call “bags under the eyes”, which is a sign of lack of sleep.

T waited for an answer, but it was pretty clear by the ten seconds of thinking that the answer was too long.“Uhh, two nights ago maybe? I think I got around 3 hours of sleep? Doesn’t matter.” He said, waving dismissively at the end of his response. He once again tried to focus on the texts, but his chair was suddenly turned around.“That’s it.” T said. He grabbed his short friend and picked him up like he was a doll, but being picked up wasn’t what woke Neo up.

When T picked him up, he scooped him up underneath his arms, which for a split second reminded Neo of those few times he was tickled in the past. He was always more tickle-sensitive than most worker drones, even now, but tickling isn’t exactly an activity for worker drones since so few are actually ticklish. Neo tensed up for a second, pulling his legs and arms up in defense. He calmed back down just as quickly when he realized that this was not going to turn into a game and remembered that he had to get back to studying.

Judging by T’s confused expression, though, it might be a bit too late.

“Wait a minute...” He muttered. He squinted his eyes at Neo, who was getting a little nervous. T gave him a gentle squeeze, making him almost laugh, but Neo refused to let himself do that and it only came out as a muffled snicker. T tilted his head slightly in confusion and raised an eyebrow, but then his eyes widened in realization and his face lit up.”No way!” He exclaimed in disbelief. He began tickling Neo under the arms, which got him laughing and kicking in only a few seconds.

“Wahahahahait! Teeheehee! Nohohohoho!” He laughed. T grinned mischievously and kept him in the air as he tickled him. No ground equals no traction, and no traction equals no chance of running away. Not that T wouldn’t be able to catch up to him. He just didn’t want to chance it.

T used his tail to hold Neo’s legs in place so he wouldn’t kick him and smiled.”Since when are you ticklish?” T asked. Before Neo could respond, U came sprinting into the pod.”What’s this I hear about Neo being ticklish?!” She asked, jumping onto a box like a gremlin.

Neo once helped T tickle her to cheer her up, but they assumed he wasn’t ticklish since as far as they know, worker drones aren’t ticklish. So if she could get her revenge by giving him the same treatment she was put through, there was no way she wouldn’t pass that chance up, and both T and Neo knew that.

“Ihihihi am nohohot!” Neo lied. U grinned mischievously and walked up to them.

“Oh, really? Then this won’t bother you?” U asked, joining in on the attack and going for his belly.”NOHOHOHOHO!! HAHAHAHAHA!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Neo laughed. T raised an eyebrow and jerked his head downwards to signal U to help him set Neo on the ground.

T unwrapped his tail from around Neo’s legs and the two sat down, still not letting up on their attack. T was able to grab both of Neo’s wrists and keep his arms up.”We’re going to keep doing this until you agree to get some sleep.” He said, using his hands to tickle Neo. U looked at him almost offended and stopped helping T .“Wait, what? But I want my revenge!” She complained.

“He hasn’t slept in two days. I’m just doing this to tire him out.” T explained. U blinked and looked at Neo in slight disbelief.”Juhuhust lehet mehehehe wohohork!” He said, but neither were about to do that.

Not when he had been coming by and staying for quite some time to work on the pod.“You know what? Your plan is better, T.” U agreed. She moved Neo’s coat just enough to expose his belly and took in a deep breath. Neo squeezed his eyes shut and braced himself, but he was ultimately unprepared. It tickled a lot more than he thought it would.”HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!” He tried again to escape, but given how much stronger his disassembly drone friends were, he had no chance of escaping. Except for one, but he wasn’t going to give in. He had work to do, no matter how tired he is or how much it tickled.”STOHOHOHOHOP!!” He said. U blew another raspberry and briefly sent him back into hysterics.

T shook his head.”There’s only one way out, Neo. Just agree to go to sleep and we’ll stop.” He said, but the worker drone still refused.”Okay, we don’t mind carrying this out for a while.” T said.

“ALRIHIHIGHT!!! IHIHI GIHIHIVE UP!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!” Neo finally surrendered after three minutes and his friends immediately stopped and let go. Neo slumped onto the floor to catch his breath and T chuckled.”Maybe we went a bit too far?” He asked, not sure if it was them or Neo who had pushed him to this point of exhaustion. U shook her head.”I think he’s fine.” She said.

It took them ten minutes to realize Neo had fallen asleep on the floor and two more to find a tarp that could be used as a sleeping bag for him.

#murder drones #murder drones n #murder drones thad #murder drones uzi #md uzi #md n #md Thad #swap murder drones #murder drones swap uzi #murder drones swap n #murder drones swap au #murder drones swap Thad #murder drones tickles

[respondedinkind]

Get to know the mun.

respond to the prompts out of character!

what made you pick up the current muse(s) you have? I started writing Khan back in 2012 even before the movie came out - just based him on that single teaser thing that existed there, I was so incredibly hooked by his character. And when the movie finally came out I continued to write him (obviously) so yeah. The insanely good portrayal of him (thank you, Ben) and the character itself... captivated me. That's why I chose to write him back then and that's why I am still writing him. I just love the way he was brought to life, all the details of how he behaves, talks, moves... and how incredibly non-Ben Ben looks there. So fucking impressive. Could rave about my boy 24/7. My Stephen I picked up only recently and I happened to do so because I got immensely hooked on him as well, rewatched the movies, found my muse suddenly exploding for him. I wasn't sure for a while and pondered about writing him for 2 weeks, but then I decided to go for it. I was also very inspired by certain events back then that made me pick him up eventually, but... things turned out a bit differently than expected. Anyways, i really enjoy writing him as well and he's just such a wonderful contrast to my Khan, it feels refreshing. I also write Leonard McCoy, but I do so more or less privately with just a few selected people. I enjoy writing that sassy man, and I basically just made him to explore some relationships (lol) but yeah. I enjoy doing that on him.

is there anything you don’t like to write? Such things as Character Death (if there's no way for them to be resurrected and/or somehow come back into the story lol) and Bad Endings. I can't take it, will never write it for the sake of my own mental health. I am very much a happy fluffy writing person, I love drama and angst but it needs to turn into hurt / comfort and something nice at some point.

is there anything you really enjoy writing? Well... I hinted at it above (lol), I love fluff, happy stuff, I also enjoy it immensely to write relationships. I love shipping (romantic), but I also love to explore platonic relationships. I have to admit though, shipping is something I oftentimes feel drawn to and that's just how it is, which doesn't mean I won't write anything else, but it's one of my favorites. I also enjoy writing slice-of-life stuff and just... cute things. The way life happens with two muses. I also love writing family stuff... and what their future develops as. That includes possible conflicts and problems the have to solve (and will solve lol bc I need my happy endings) and add some nice angst and drama into it for the delicious hurt/comfort and the happy things after. And yes, just to throw it in here as well: I also enjoy writing smut. Not all the time, not always, not like 24/7, but when the muses have chemistry it just happens man. :)

how do you come up with headcanons?  I am oftentimes inspired by a thing I see or listen to, or they just pop up out of nowhere. Sometimes I read about a thing or see a thing on TV / in a video and am like 'Oh yes, this is very much my muse'!. I do have to admit that I am one who sometimes sees a headcanon somewhere sometimes and be like 'oh yes, I agree with this actually, this is so good' - it has happened in the past, but I try to refrain from that. Some headcanons also are just 'so general', in a way, that they can be seen similar by many people writing the same muse - especially when they stem from the source material of the canon. Anyways, cough, most headcanons I develop over time or they just pop up out of nowhere and 'feel right'.

do you write in silence or do you play music? Silence, actually. Music distracts me, sadly so. I used to be able to write with music but at some point... I just couldn't anymore? In fact, it even distracts me to have my partner sitting in the other room watching a TV show, if he's doing that on a volume that's too loud for me to handle I won't be able to write. I struggle with that quite a bit and it's very annoying that my brain is such a bitch about it honestly, sigh.

do you plan your replies or wing them? I usually wing them, but I oftentimes also plot with my partner and we talk about what's supposed to happen within a certain time frame so I can direct my muse to that part of the story, so to say. Oftentimes, though, muses just do muse-things in between and I enjoy that a lot - In fact, I am always looking forward to 'muses being muses' and something surprising happens! So exciting!

do you enjoy shipping? God, yes. Like, I love shipping. I don't ship everything and there's ships out there I don't like, and I am also the most comfortable with m/m ships (those happen quickly, ngl), but when I have a ship between muses where the chemistry just sparked by itself? Delicious. But yes, in general, I really enjoy shipping, 100%.

what’s your alias/name? L.

age? 34

birthday? January 25th

favorite color?  red, pink, black, blue

favorite song?  I don't have 'one favorite', I have a lot, so I cannot decide. :'D

last movie you watched? Oppenheimer.

last show you watched?  Uh I don't watch shows...

last song you listened to? Ready Aim Fire - Imagine Dragons

favorite food?  Sushi. Closely followed by burgers.

favorite season?  Winter, Spring and Fall (basically whenever it's more cool and not hot. I hate heat.)

do you have a tumblr best friend? I made some wonderful connections to people over the years and especially so 'recently' with me getting my Khan muse back and also writing Stephen, and I am so happy and thankful about everyone I am writing with and everyone I am also chatting OOC with. Thank you for being here! ♥

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#Memes & dash Games #out of character #(thanks for tagging me heh) #(and in case if you read this and you were already tagged by someone im sorry kfjhasdfghkj)

[tagedeszorns]

Legion and/or Primarch ranking?

For me, such a ranking makes little sense, as I have found that I actually enjoy reading every Legion and Primarch if they are well written.

Of course, there are exceptions. I always look at my favourites with a sympathetic eye, even if they end up in the hands of less talented authors.

But in general, I believe that a good author can make any legion palatable to me.

So I can only speak of "currently I like less" when I say that legions or Primarchs don't interest me that much.

My favourites are clear - Emperor's Children, Word Bearers and Salamanders are undisputed at the top because I just love them as a whole package. Yes, their Primarchs all struggle with hard meme stereotypes. But what Primarch doesn't? I'm very glad that TTS never reached Fulgrim and Lorgar, and at least they didn't give Vulkan quite as bad a time as other canon characters (poor Cato and Calgar for example. Or Dorn. Damn, did they do a number on Dorn!).

Lorgar and Fulgrim come across as far too nice and harmless in the fandom at the moment. But I'm not here to dictate other people's headcanon. Gods forbid!

There are legions and Primarchs that I just haven't found any access to, come hell or high water. It's just because their novels haven't grabbed me. Absolute potential, but not written in such a way that I want to know more.

This definitely includes The Iron Warriors with Perturabo. And the Raven Guard with Corax.

Or the Lion and his Dark Angels. It's not good for him that authors drag him in different directions and break him in the process.

I also have a hard time with Sanguinius and his boys, because the authors just keep pushing into my head how wonderful he is, but never provide examples of why exactly. That creates too much dissonance for me.

What I like, on the other hand, is how Khan is allowed to be a defiant teenager. Feeling absolutely misunderstood by everyone and wanting to be cool (trying waaaay too hard), but then being offended when no one is looking. That makes him likeable. So while I can't find the White Scars particularly interesting as a legion, I can respect them.

I wish Horus would finally get some decent treatment. Just one or two novels that don't make him a caricature of himself. The man has the rebellion named after him - he needs a bit more shine please!

I hope it's clear now that for me there are no bad Legions, only boring/bad writers.

Hence no ranking. Just the fact that I have my favourites.

#Warhammer #Ask Post #Legions #Primarchs #Ranking

[orderoftheavengers]

Cosmic!

Summary:  While getting ready for her first year at Hogwarts, Kamala Khan discovers her grandma's old wand in the attic, and unlocks her own Jinn heritage.    

House: Gryffindor  

Blood Status: Halfblood and “half-breed”

Species: Human/Jinn hybrid

Wand: Deodar Cedar, 6 inches, Djinn hair from her great-grandmother

Broom: Cleansweep; has since upgraded to crystal air-steps 

Patronus: Marbled Cat

Specialties: Conjuring, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Divination

Sorting:

It was a tossup between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, due to her craftiness and imagination. But Kamala's true power is daring, and her true desire is to join the heroes she idolizes. 

Jinn:

The Khans are an average half-blood wizarding family—muggle father, magical mother. While getting her trunk together for her first year at Hogwarts, Kamala finds an old chest in the attic that belonged to her estranged grandmother, containing some interesting items: a Gryffindor scarf, a bangle, and an elegant wand. Her controlling mother demands she forget all of this "junk" and use the boring wand they bought from Ollivander. But Kamala sneaks the effects onto the Hogwarts Express with her. She rides the train with her muggleborn friend Bruno, and her half-blood friend Nakia, a third year Gryffindor Prefect. At the Sorting Ceremony, Kamala and Bruno go into Gryffindor and Ravenclaw  respectively. 

During her first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson, Kamala discovers that her grandmother's wand can do things no other wand can. And her bangle is a Portkey. Bruno analyses the wand and discovers that its core is a Jinn's hair, from someone sharing DNA with Kamala. With Bruno's help, Kamala begins uncovering her buried family history. Kamala practices her new magic on the roofs of Hogwarts. At one Care of Magical Creatures class, she saves Fleur Delacour's irritating nice Zoe from a rabid niffler, and gains an ally. During a fight in Hogsmeade with some evil Jinn, Kamala discovers that the Portkey bangle is also functionally a time-turner, and completes a Stable Time Loop to save her half-Jinn grandmother as a child.  Also on Kamala's tail is a zealous Ministry of Magic agent named Dolly Stoher-Umbridge, Dolores's less interesting niece. The most incompetent agent in Ministry history, Umbridge 2.0 spends the entire school year failing to capture Kamala, then loses her job after nearly blowing up Hogwarts.

Mom finally comes around and supports Kamala joining the Order of the Avengers, even making her new robes. Kamala then does some missions for Mad-Eye Fury, with Carol Danvers and Monica Rambeau. 

Patronus:

Kamala leaps and bounds through the air in the constraining urban landscape very much like a small cat hunting in the rainforest, trailing her long scarf like the marbled cat’s exceptionally long tail. She has a cat's disdain for doing as she's told, but also a feline's stealth to break the rules under her opponent's nose. She is overall harmless, yet hunted simply for standing out. 

AN: I've yet to see "the Marvels," but I'm looking forward to when I do. I enjoyed "Ms. Marvel," and meant to do this entry a while ago. 

#kamala khan #miss marvel #ms. marvel #the marvels #mcu #hogwarts au #hogwarts #gryffindor #harry potter #avengers #marvel #iman vellani #chibi #House: Gryffindor #djinn #jinn #pakistan #pakistani #muslim #superhero #wizard #magic #fantasy #digital art #art #fan art

[queerestqueertoeverqueer]

So Then I Took My Turn

Fandom: Doctor Who

Ship: Thirteenth Doctor/Yasmin Khan

Summary: The Doctor and Yaz need to stop by her parent's flat to pick up some supplies, only someone unexpected is there - and she wants to speak to the Doctor. Thirteen finds herself reevaluating decisions she's made. Title from Yellow - Jodie Whittaker (Coldplay cover)

AN: A conversation between these two is something that's been floating about in my head for a while - enjoy :) and massive thanks to @logically-blue for reading this for me <333 Read on AO3

The Khan family flat was usually quiet this late on a Sunday evening; Sonya absent-mindedly watching the Real Housewives while scrolling through Instagram, occasionally interrupted by Najia and Hakim bickering over the cleaning. So when the doorbell rang seven times in a row, followed by rather anxious knocking, naturally they were all surprised, even more so when Najia opened the door.

"Yasmin Khan!! It is 10:45pm, is this really the best time you could come up with to visit??" she scolded, but fondly, as she pulled her daughter into a warm hug. She couldn't even remember how many weeks it had been, but based on the guilty look on Yaz's face, it must have been longer than she had liked.

"Sorry, sorry. Can we come in, mum? We needed to borrow some stuff. And all the shops are closed."

"Course, love, come on. Wait, we?"

"Hiya, Yaz's mum!" said a familiar voice from behind the door, although Najia noted a tinge of apprehension that she hadn't before - was the Doctor seriously scared of her after their last conversation? She couldn't help but smile to herself at the thought.

"Doctor, hello. Right, let's get you lot some tea - hang on, where are your other friends?"

"Oh, they're uh. Asleep?" Yaz quickly responded, sighing at herself for not being able to come up with a better alibi. Najia didn't appreciate knowing her daughter was lying to her, whilst also knowing there was no way she'd have it explained to her any time soon.

Setting her annoyance aside, she ushered the pair of them in, and waved them towards the living room as she put the kettle on.

The Doctor walked behind Yaz down the corridor, unusually silent.

"Come on Doctor, what's the big deal?" she thought to herself."It's just the Khans. You love the Khans! Okay, well, yeah. In fact, Doctor, maybe that's the issue. Why do they make you so nervous? Maybe you are just socially awkward. Or is it because-"

Her reasoning with herself came to an abrupt halt when she made contact with a pair of eyes she hadn't seen in a while. Well, it hadn't been so long for her. For Umbreen, it had been 75 years.

"Nani! I didn't know you were here" Yaz beamed at her grandmother, "this is my friend. You can call her the Doctor".

Suddenly, Yaz realised the weight of this meeting. Surely, Umbreen wouldn't recognise her? It had been so long, after all. She felt her heart pound as she looked anxiously between the two of them. She thought that her Nani had a certain glint in her eye, although that may have just been a response to the Doctor's bum bag, which she had insisted on wearing yet again.

"Doctor, lovely to meet you" she said, "how did you two meet?"

This question was monumentally less intimidating than when her own daughter had asked it years ago, and Yaz found herself able to answer this time.

"We met while I was on the job, and we've been travelling a little with our other friends.(Not even technically a lie, nice one Yaz)"

Umbreen didn't respond, but smiled softly. Knowingly? The Doctor looked at Yaz, both clearly thinking the same thing. The eye contact didn't end, and somehow didn't feel awkward, but they both felt the weight of their conversation only the other week weighing down on them a little more with every second they didn't look away. The Doctor gave Yaz a little smile, and she finally forced herself to turn her head.

That just wasn't fair, Yaz thought. For the Doctor to look at her like that, to smile at her like that, when she was the only thing stopping them from being together. And that isn't fair either, she thought, to be thinking that. It seemed as though the universe was doing its best to get in the way of them. It wasn't the Doctor's fault, she knew that, but in moments like this it felt better to have something to hold against her. It felt easier then to pretend she wasn't that bothered by it. That she could even be in the same room as the Doctor anymore without thinking of the beach, the stone, the jokes, the tears.

That damned beach.

Umbreen, meanwhile, had been watching this intense eye contact, followed by uncomfortable silence, intrigued by this side of her granddaughter she hadn't seen in, well, ever. But she knew Yaz well enough to tell that she was hurting, no matter how hard she tried to pretend she wasn't, and she imagined it had something to do with this woman decked in rainbows. She'd have to do something about that.

Everyone exited their respective trains of thought when Najia came rattling in with cups of tea.

"Your dad's on his way to pick up Son from some party." she explained, as she passed the drinks around. "What was it you needed to borrow, love?"

"Oh, the Doctor needed something for a... a project she's working on..." she looked towards the Doctor expectantly, who was again looking a little less assertive than usual. Yaz knew how much her mother would be enjoying this.

"Just some coffee beans! I've got pretty much everything else I need, but the TAR- um, my... landlord? Yeah, my landlord, she does NOT trust me with coffee. Neither does Yaz, actually. Or anyone." she continued a little sheepishly.

"Right... well, you can help yourself, there's plenty in the kitchen" Najia responded, barely surprised at this bizarre statement.

The Doctor got up, and Yaz was just about to follow her, when she felt a hand on her arm.

"You stay here and catch up with your mum, beti. I'll go and show the Doctor where everything is." Yaz opened her mouth to argue, but Umbreen made a face at her that she knew better than to talk back to, and moved towards the kitchen.

The Doctor was already busy foraging through cupboards when Umbreen came in. The rustling of packets was interrupted with a calm, yet attention-commanding statement.

"I haven't forgotten, you know."

"Crap. Crap. Shit! Oi, language, Doctor. But seriously, what now??" her mind raced as she tried desperately to avoid eye contact, without seeming any more suspicious than she already did.

Umbreen sensed her trying to wiggle her way out of this, and thought it best to keep going.

"I mean really, Doctor, a hyperactive blonde in a big bright coat with a magic wand is not something I saw every day in Lahore. Especially not one who spoke Punjabi! What did you expect?"

"Yeah, maybe should have thought that one through a little. Could have gone a tad more local. Or not come at all... I told them! I said to Yaz, very tricky business! Too many risks! But she kept asking, and you know I couldn't..." the Doctor stopped herself abruptly.

Umbreen smiled. "It is hard to say no to that sweet girl's face, I know."

The Doctor felt herself smile too. Relax a little, even. Najia and Yaz were well out of earshot; she heard them chatting faintly, and she smiled a little more upon hearing Yaz laugh - a proper, happy laugh. One that sounded like those first few months of travelling together. One she didn't hear so much anymore.

"And whose fault is that, Doctor?"

The smile fell. Silence, too, for a moment.

"Doctor, may I ask you something?"

"Yeah, course."

"You knew Prem and I would not have the life we dreamt of. And yet, you married us, bound us together. You told us about love and hope and faith. Why?"

"Just like I said. You were so certain in each other. Nothing - no forces, no hate, no demons - no-one could ever come above that."

"Would you not rather have saved us the pain of losing each other? Made it so that we had nothing to lose? Tell me Doctor, what was the point if we had no hope of forever?"

The Doctor paused. Umbreen saw pain - veiled, but there - flash across her face. "A wonderful person once told me this, and I might not like it, but I do stand by it. Happy ever after doesn't mean forever. It just means time."

"Wait."

The point of this conversation clicked.

"Umbreen." the Doctor sighed, "This is a more difficult situation than I can really convey. I understand, truly, I do, but I... I don't HAVE time. I have nothing to offer anyone that won't end in pain. Pain that will last lifetimes. Not just for me. For them too. ...For her."

"I never said you did. My question is, did you ever offer it in the first place?"

"You want to see her get hurt? Because that's where this goes, Umbreen. That's where this always goes. I know you see it between us, the whole bloodyuniverse,seems to see it, but it's too late. It was always too late. No matter when I start, no matter what I do, I will never,ever, have enough time left. Never enough time to keep them safe, to explain it all, to give them what they deserve. It's not worth the pain. It's not worth another ending."

"That does not seem like your choice alone to make."

The Doctor sat, a look on her face that said the conversation was over. That it was all fine. But beneath that, Umbreen could see pain. It reminded her of her own Yasmin, all those years ago. The face, the smile, that screamed she was fine, but the eyes that pleaded for help. She didn't know this mysterious figure enough to push much further. Only one card was left for her to play, the one she used without fail, time and time again, on her children and grandchildren alike.

"How would it feel if this were happening to you?"

"...What?"

"How would it feel if someone, who had lifted you out of loss and pain and darkness, told you no? Not letting you choose the difficult road that meant more time with them? Even if you knew that time was short?"

Frozen between one heartbeat and the next.

"If they told you that you weren't getting a say. That their mind was made up and it was too late to do anything about it."

Push that button, Doctor, it will go off in your own face.

"That they wanted you to move on with your life and find something better, to pretend they never meant anything to you!"

Tell me about her.

"I know you think you're being kind, Doctor. I don't doubt that for a second. But I know what truly hurts my granddaughter the most. And it's not rough days, because she knows how to get through those. It's not endings, or sadness, or loss. It's the feeling that she isn't worth those things." Umbreen silently left both the kitchen, and the loud thoughts that she could almost hear the Doctor thinking.

People like me and you, we should say things to one another. And I'm going to say them now.

The walk back to the TARDIS felt at least five times as long as usual."Maybe it is, maybe you've moved" thought the Doctor, "if you're trying to get me to talk to her first.""Maybe I should do it now. So if it all goes wrong and she never wants to see me again, at least she hasn't got as far to walk back." The Doctor was snapped out of her thoughts at the feeling of a cold hand brushing lightly past her own, gently bumping into her as they walked.

"Are you alright?"

Yaz wondered if she would ever get an actual answer to that question. Try rephrasing, maybe.

"...what did Nani say?"

The sound of footsteps stopped.

"Did I really make you think you weren't worth it?" she replied, her voice cracking a little.

Yaz looked up, and was shocked to see tears brimming in her shining eyes.

"Doctor, what do you mean? Worth what?" she took the Doctor's trembling hands into her own, looking to her for permission. The Doctor held on as if Yaz's touch could undo these months, years, decades of hurting.

"I didn't... I neverwantedto shut you out. I was only ever trying to protect you. I have never, for a single second of our time together, thought that you weren't worth the pain. Really, not once. Scout's honour. I just-"

The Doctor felt Yaz's thumb rub gently over her own, encouraging her but never rushing her. She felt her cold metal rings, the two carefully chosen heartbeats that Yaz thought she didn't notice, pressing against the palm of her shaky hand.

"I just thought thatIwasn't worth that. I didn't want to take your life away from you, Yaz."

Yaz sighed. She never would understand how one person could be so quick, so bright, but also so very stupid about these things.

"Doctor, that exact thing has happened to me three times before. Once when I was in school. You know the time I mean." the Doctor squeezed Yaz's hand even tighter. "But the other two times were probably even worse. My life was taken away from me for ten months, and then for almost four years!"

"See, that's what I mean, Yaz. I couldn't stop you getting stuck in the past, how can I risk you getting lost somewhere I can't get to you?"

"It's a good thing she's cute," Yaz thought,"or I so would have kicked her by now."

"Not that, bighead. That wasn't the problem, not really.

The only thing you could ever do to take my life away from me isleave."

The Doctor met Yaz's gaze. Years upon years of nothing but kindness, patience, loyalty,carebeamed back at her.

"Now or never, Yaz."

"I know you want to look after me. The thing is, I want to look after you too," Yaz grinned, "And technically, you are still a witness from a crime scene on a train,Madam. Which means I've got to make sure you're alright. You know. Duty of care."

The Doctor gave no response except a wide-open mouth. Yaz took that as a yes.

"So... what now?"

I guess we're both just gonna have to be brave.

...Let her be brave.

Yaz felt chapped lips gently, experimentally, press against hers, a hand tangled in her hair. It was brief, unpolished, maybe even desperate, but tender. She heard a huge sigh of contentment and almost immediately felt the Doctor's cold face jammed between her shoulder and her neck, arms coiled tightly around her waist. Fighting back tears that came flooding at this moment she'd waited so long for, Yaz held the Doctor close and buried her face in her hair. She lightly kissed the top of her head before they took a step back, smiling at each other warmly, but a little cautiously. This was new.

"Yasmin Khan.My Yasmin Khan.

You wanna try that whole 'date' thing again?" End Notes: The Doctor needed coffee for a science experiment, btw. Did the science experiment involve her trying the coffee with disastrous consequences, maybe. Still very new to this writing thing, so any comments/tips much appreciated :)

#thasmin #ao3 #fanfiction #thasmin fanfic #doctor who #dw #doctor who fanfiction #thasmin fanfiction #thirteenth doctor/yasmin khan #thirteenth doctor #thirteen #yasmin khan #najia khan #(MY LOVE) #umbreen #twelveclara #(i stuffed this with whouffaldi refs sorry not sorry) #robin writes B) #my writing #demons of the punjab

[rocketturtle4]

Eclipse Episode 10

@thegalwhorants @wen-kexing-apologist @plantsarepeopletoo @grapejuicegay thanks for holding my hand

Of episode 11? Yes I fecking am.

Thoughts in brief (lol) I started taking these while I went fyi so they may feel a bit different from the previous lots idk

The way Akk changes his WHOLE POSTURE when Not!Max says the school motto is telling me everything I need to know here

with bonus award mention! Scholarship goals yada yada

GUYS THUA WAS SHAKING (I've done him dirty)

"What happened today has shaken me, whatever I used to uphold or believe in...has changed" - Thua

Okay so I still think he stole the diary and instigated the protestors but I am less convinced he's behind the other stuff but then WHO IS? also the message after the fire made me think it wasn't him too

Chadok thinks its Akk, is it actually Namo???

Everything about Akk and Ayan on the beach

"Mes managed" "Your time and his are different"

Then the fricken bedroom scene????????

CAN I PLEASE RELATE TO ONE CHARACTER AT A TIME, AKK IS TAKING UP TO MUCH SPACE FOR AYAN TO DO THIS TO ME

and Akk agrees, and he's SO HAPPY but it's not been dealt with yet right he hasn't grappled with his identity

See this is what I mean, he hasn't let go of anything yet he's trying to carry it all and he's going to break I can FEEL IT (I am ALSO PROJECTING WAY TO HARD ONTO AKK IF YOU WEREN'T AWARE - This show basically opened up my DO NOT READ journal from feckin highschool and put it on my screen AH)

THROUGH THE FRICKEN BARS

OTHER PEOPLE NOTICED TOO

AND NOW THEYVE RUN AWAY AHHHHH

for the record I also thoroughly enjoy all the Khan Thua stuff that is going on, it's SO GOOD. It's just that because EVERYTHING IS GOOD (AND I AM PERSONALLY DYING FROM AKKS EVERYTHING) I keep forgetting to mention them

He's SO CLOSE AAAAA

And now they're both at the protest

WAIT DID THUA NOT KNOW ABOUT KHAN being bruce wayne???

"Stop the Suppalo curse" LIKE I STILL WANT TO KNOW WHAT THE CURSE IS AND WHERE IT CAME FROM?

Can I please go back to my regularly scheduled unrelateable highschool characters because this:

Is TOO MANY RELATEABLE CHARACTERS

OH MY GOD KHAN SAID IT

Good on Thua for clarifying about the kiss

Yay theyre together, WHY DOES EVERYTHING FEEL SO OMINOUS

NO NO NO NO

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

at least Ayan is hearing this

reference to the armband and upholding the honour AHHHHH

oh god Aye came in

He's So scared

But THEN AYE JUST LEFT

oh he's gone after Chadok, I get the urge but it's NOT GOING TO WORK

That ship has sailed teacher chick

The breath Ayan takes to try and regulate yelling at the female teacher

THE HUG

Ayan: "I'm worried about you Akk" YOU AND ME BOTH

OH GOD AKK DON"T PUT ON A BRAVE FACE

AYAN IS TRAUMATISED ALREADY OKAY

is he finally going to tell him about his uncle????

OH GOD NO, He did but AKKs Crying HeLP

the neCKLACE

"right now you need it more than I do" CAN I HAVE AN AYAN PLEASE

OKAY real quick

if they use Akks attachment to Ayans uncle to break the schools hold on him without causing him to have a total breakdown I will be okay with this

Next episode doesnt LOOK scary but I AM STILL SCARED

Still confused whether the necklace WAS the uncles or if it was GIVEN by the uncle

Is everyone on the same side now?

Is anyone going to clue Wat in about the fact that his two besties are now in gay relationships? (Like he'll be chill but he should be told)

How much pressure is teacher chick under?

ONTO EPISODE 11

I'm just planning to react again fyi probably with less screenshots

#The Eclipse #rturts is wondering #the eclipse the series #roc reacts to the eclipse

[buttdawg]

Kevin Kelley

I've read the tweets that reportedly got Kevin Kelley fired from AEW, and while I agree that he was out of line, it feels like a disproportionate response. This feels like something you'd get fined or suspended over. I would expect a dirtsheet to report "backstage heat" on Kevin Kelley, and not much beyond that.

I mean, Andrade and Sammy Guevara got in a fight a while back, and they got sent home for a while, and that was it. CM Punk "lunged" at Tony Khan, and he did get fired, but it took Tony a week to decide. So I'm kind of thinking Kelley's tweets were just the tip of the iceberg, and he's been getting on AEW's nerves for a while now until they finally decided they'd had enough.

Everyone points to his NJPW work as a career highlight for him, but I'm starting to think that was just a low bar that he managed to clear. New Japan wants an English commentary track on their shows, but they're not exactly making it a priority. I've watched NJPW shows where the English commentary just wasn't available, or it was just Chris Charleton doing it solo, or with an English-speaking wrestler sitting in, or Kevin Kelley doing a remote thing from the U.S. Have they even replaced him yet?

I found his work in NJPW serviceable, but mostly because it was handy that I could understand what he was saying. Still, the Japanese commentary team had way, way more energy. There were times I could get into the Japanese commentary just because of their excitement. Most of the time, Kevin Kelley just seemed happy to be there. And that isn't enough to cut it in AEW.

A lot of people have complained about his low-effort work. I can't say I really noticed, but I guess that's part of the problem. Nigel McGuinness is an obnoxious heel, Tony Shiovane's constantly marking out like a small child who just got into wrestling, and Excalibur's a super nerd who memorized all the move names and stats. What's Kevin Kelley got? That Bobby Hill battle cry from... 2001? Holy shit, I knew it was old, but damn. Kelley bragged on Twitter that he's the best play-by-play guy in the business, but he can't even articulate why he thinks that. If he can't sell himself to the audience, how can he put over anyone else?

I've heard rumors that he's a fascist, or he's involved with Qanon. That might be an exaggeration, but the drama he started on Twitter had to do with his support for that "Sound of Freedom" movie, which has been criticized for stoking Qanon conspiracy theories. A smarter performer might realize that it's not a good idea to link himself to a controversial topic like this, but Kevin Kelley seems to be a true believer in the movie's message, so when his Ian Riccaboni calls him out on it he doubles down.

And maybe that's enough to get him fired, but if this is his attitude, then I have a feeling he's been pushing "Sound of Freedom" or some other nonsense to anyone who'll listen, and probably making a nusiance of himself backstage, and this Twitter thing has been the last straw. If he had enough talent, maybe Tony could let it slide, but he's whipping out "That's my purse!" when a wrestler gets hit in the balls, so I'm pretty sure they could find someone less disruptive to make those kinds of insightful calls.

Anyway, I'm watching Collision right now, and I can't say that I miss the guy. If he's really drinking the Qanon Kool-Aid, then fuck him, but otherwise he was just sort of there, utterly dispensable and barely noticeable.

#aew #kevin kelley

[officialbabayaga]

heyyy i saw your tags on the college post about taking seven years to finish undergrad and i was wondering if you could talk about how you got from there to law school? i’m still struggling to finish my last year of undergrad and as someone who’s always conceptualized myself as academically successful and has watched all my friends do this seemingly with ease it’s been a rough time, and i’ve been worried i won’t be able to get into grad schools given that i’m gonna graduate in more than four years. anyway if this isn’t something you want to talk about that is so valid and know that just by mentioning it i’m feeling less alone so thank you!

Oh no worries I’m happy to talk about it! I feel like “nontraditional” academic journeys are never really acknowledged enough, to be honest. What I want you to know right from the start is that I got really lucky with the opportunities that I was given, but I also put the work in to follow through.

I’ll skim over the gory details but I did… terribly in undergrad. It wasn’t because I couldn’t intellectually keep up with my classes, mental illness was eating my brain and I just couldn’t function at the level I needed to. BUT I finally graduated with a 2.7 GPA, and was lucky enough to have made a good enough impression at a summer internship that they hired me full time immediately after I graduated. That was a HUGE hurdle, especially because my bachelor’s is in biology, and jobs with a bio degree but no graduate school are really hard to come by.

Now what helped me the most was that I “paid my dues.” I worked my way up from a research assistant to, eventually, a senior research associate after 4 years of incredibly hard work. Even though my undergrad transcript was a pile of shit, I showed through my career that I could do really good work. I did overtime and took on extra projects so I could get my research published and I did everything I could to go to conferences and (unfortunately) network as much as possible.

(digression - my favorite professor once said that networking seems pointless at the time, because you’re not going to see the payoff for another 5 years. that helped put it in perspective for me. basically my networking tips are to just be NICE and HELPFUL when you meet people, especially in a professional context but literally if you just live your life that way and actually talk to people at boring events you’re basically good to go)

graduate schools don’t only take your undergraduate performance into account. Even with my shitty grades, I had put the work in for 4 years at a job that allowed me to really expand my CV. this was a lot of effort, but it was also a LOT of luck. it’s hard to find jobs that actually allow you to move up the ladder but it’s so worth it when you find one. even if it seems thankless and awful at the time, DON’T just give up and settle somewhere that will never promote you or give you opportunities to progress. show through a few years after undergrad that you can work hard and succeed, even if it was professionally and not academically.

Also, since I knew my grades sucked, I wanted to tip the scales even more in my favor. For about 4 months I spent every weekend slamming a vietnamese iced coffee to simulate a panic attack and take khan academy full lsat practice tests. This may not be an advisable way to study, but I have an anxiety disorder and I knew I’d be a fucking mess for the actual test so I made myself get used to it before it actually happened.

a killer admissions essay and really good letters of recommendation are so helpful, too. I didn’t have any professors I could ask for letters, so I got my lab director and the ceo of the company I worked for to write two for me, because we were on really good terms.

and I think that’s about it? it was a big mix of luck and hard work, and for me, the end result was getting accepted to law school 5 days after i applied :) but i was rejected from one school and waitlisted for another so it’s important to remember that the places you’re applying to could have extremely different criteria for what they’re looking for in students.

I wish you the best of luck!! It can be so tough but if you haven’t shown your best work in undergrad, you’re never out of chances to prove that you’ve grown enough to get back into academia. also in my experience, generally, law students who have real-world job experience do better than the ones who are coming straight from undergrad! because it IS a job, and learning professionalism and self-direction before getting into it makes a whole lot of difference.

#this is not a post about how academia is NOT for everyone and there 100% isn’t a problem with that #and there are TONS OF ISSUES WITHIN!!! #but this isn’t that post #also idk about other programs but the average age of law students is 30. most people are NOT going straight from graduation. #i hope this helped! sorry if it didn’t #zoe stuff

[empireofpearls-if]

Could we get some facts about N, cause i am on my knees dying here for them 🥺

I'm so sorry anon for the very late reply but here are the facts:

I'll be doing Nadia and Nadeem's facts separately as their lives will differ a little from each other.

Nadia:

She is the youngest in a family of seven daughters and is used to feeling like an afterthought. This resulted in her being less elegant compared to other noble women due to not receiving the necessary trainings.

The lack of care is a blessing for her in a way as growing up she had a lot more freedom than most women and is able to more or less freely roam around the empire.

She grew up playing with a group of peasant boys and they fully see her as one of their own, this is where she developed a brass attitude and also found love.

She picked up archery as a hobby with the boys and has so far never lost a shootout challenge.

Her less than appealing manners has resulted in her not getting a single marriage proposal before reaching adulthood and her family started seeing her as a burden.

So when the offer from Bairam Khan finally came her family were all but ready to bite his hand off. Within a year she was very much forced to pick up the ways of the noble and let go of her unsightly manners.

Nadeem:

Being the only son in a family of six older daughters, Nadeem is seen as the crown jewel of the family and had an incredibly spoiled upbringing.

He always had multiple guards following him around because he was the family's main concern but found ways to trick them and venture around on his own.

He showed interested in the military from a young age and his exceptional archery skills makes his family incredibly proud of him.

Due to being spoiled he has a bratty and entitled attitude to this day and no one ever told him it's wrong.

He has zero friends not only because he thinks he is better than everyone else but also due to the fact that most of his childhood was spent with guards or doing military training. It's already a miracle he found someone to love.

Nadeem rejected multiple marriage proposals due to his secret love that only one of his sisters is aware of but nobody can do anything about the latest proposal.

#answered asks #ro: n #ro facts #empire of pearls #empire of pearls: a mughal tale

[ratasum]

I had a mighty need to write this down.

"You son of a bitch!"

They were clear, in safety. That's about all anyone could say at this point. But Qirri's ears were standing nearly straight up, scrabbling up onto the nearest chair just to be nearer to eye level with the Iron imperator.

It may not have done much good, but heads had turned, and eyes were on her now.

"You... you short eared, knuckle sucking, pants on head idiotic buffoon!"

From nearby, Garrus turned his head, sucking in a breath to steady himself before moving in the furious asura's direction. Years of spending time in the company of charr many times her size may not have necessarily made her fearless, but it had made her far less likely to back down in the face of them.

He reached out carefully, scooping Qirri onto his arm even as she squirmed. "There's no point to this now-"

Nearby, Efram snorted. "Let the girl speak. Smodur had no right-"

"It's done," Smodur interrupted, pointedly not looking at Qirri. "Now-"

Malice, barely a hint of emotion crossing her face, cocked her head at that, eyes narrowing. "You are not Khan-Ur. No one will ever bow to you. Least of all now."

"We've lost the bridge," Qirri finally hissed out, trying to claw her way out of Garrus's firm grip. "And met the Frost Legion. In greater numbers than we ever should have and completely unprepared, our whole asses hanging out unprotected, because you decided to ruin our one chance at actually meeting Ryland on even ground-! What kind of an imperator are you?! You're a damn idiot!"

"That's enough, krewe leader." Crecia was crossing the room to them, reaching out to pluck Qirri from Garrus's grasp as she began to wheeze, pausing in her tirade only to cough viciously against her companion's arm. "What's done is done."

Her hand hadn't come closer than a foot when Qirri turned to snap at her, frame tense, wheezing hard through gritted teeth. "It's krewe chief. And don't you dare touch me!"

"You're part of a warband, child," Crecia replied, watching her closely. "You should show a little more respect to your superiors."

"Not when my superiors are behaving like a bunch of short-sighted progeny on a junior project!"

Garrus did not give her a shake, but he did pull her up slightly, glad for the moment for the heavy leather armor he wore. She may not have had claws like a charr, but asuran claws were still sharp enough to hurt. "That's enough, Qirri. We can't change the past."

"The cub's right." Rytlock chuffed, ignoring the look Crecia shot him. "But that doesn't matter right now. All we can do now is move forward and try to correct this idiot's mistake. Cre?"

Though she sighed, she turned her head away from where Qirri remained held tightly against Garrus's chest, wheezing and coughing as she shot her most steely, bitter glare at Smodur. "...Bangar has served our people up as slaves to Jormag. They're abominations. We've got to end this. Malice, what about your agents in Dominion?"

Malice's ears flicked, and for once surprise crossed her face as she looked over at Crecia. "How did you-"

"You're the Ash imperator."

Chuffing softly, Malice sighed, folding her arms. "...I sent double agents to get eyes on Bangar. They will get us the intel we need to stop him. Give them time."

Crecia nodded at that, looking towards Garrus. "Then we'll continue to hold the territory. We'll heal. And when a way forward opens, we'll be ready."

Turning her head to walk away, the space cleared if only slightly, with Efram moving over towards Garrus instead, keeping a weather eye on Qirri. "...your friend doesn't sound well. I know of a method that may help ease her breathing, if I may...?"

When Qirri tensed fully in his grip, baring her fangs immediately, Garrus just shook his head. "Maybe later, Efram. She's pretty worked up right now. I'll make sure she gets her medication... but thank you. For the offer."

"Of course. Our people, even those brought in by chance, are important. I'll leave you to it, Commander."

He turned to slip out as well, and as the space cleared, Garrus and Qirri were left alone in the room, the stinging defeat ringing heavily against both of those as silence finally fell.

#bunny writing #qirri tinkerfirst #garrus firstblood