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sebscore · 10 months

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could we get more lando and gzd moments? like them playing more into their marriage rumor and reeking havoc during races like pushing into each other on the track or chasing each other around the paddock, they’d be such a chaos duo😭 i love grids delight💗

SNITCHES GET STITCHES

pairings: f1 grid x driver!reader

warnings: a collection of gen-z driver moments during the 2023 austria grand prix :)

author's note: i am so confused about this as well, but just enjoy our lovely gzd being chaotic and just as confused as us! thank you for loving the series, darling!! i appreciate it a lot!!!

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''Okay Y/N, so we have a 5 second penalty for the lap track limits. Keep it clean from now on.'' Marco's voice came through the radio, notifying the driver.

She loudly sighed, momentarily lifting her hand from the steering wheel to show her frustration. ''What? Who snitched? Lando? Was it Lando? Oh, I bet it was Lando.'' Y/N rambled, glancing at the McLaren driver in her mirrors.

''Just focus on driving. They're giving a lot of drivers penalties at the moment so don't worry about it too much.'' He brushed it off, not wanting her to get distracted by which driver reported on her breaking the rules.

Y/N listened to his words and calmed down. ''Understood, Polo.'' She answered, trusting his judgement.

''Y/N, Sainz told over the radio that you're intimidating him.'' Marco informed her as she pressured Carlos, fighting for the third spot on the podium.

The driver frowned. ''Well… is the intimidation on the track with us right now?'' She chuckled.

''Push harder, we have better pace than them.'' Her engineer had laughed himself when the message came in, finding humour in the Ferrari driver's comment to his own team.

Y/N listened to Marco's instruction and intimidated the car in front of her even more, eventually passing him a few corners later. ''Marco, I passed him so he doesn't feel threatened anymore- aren't I such a good friend?'' She laughed, giving herself a pat on the wrist.

The commentators and analysts tried hard not to cackle as her radio message was replayed on the broadcast, still wanting to remain their professional attitude.

''Y/L overtakes Sainz from the inside with a nice message for the Spaniard attached to it- beautiful stuff we are seeing here at the Red Bull Ring.'' Crofty's voice sounded over the replay of said overtake.

''Charlie, you're in my chair again.'' Y/N walked into the cooldown room, immediately noticing the Monégasque occupying her seat. The situation had also happened in Baku when the three of them made it onto the podium.

The Ferrari driver glanced behind him, seeing her car number and team logo above his chair. ''Oh, sorry…''

He made an advance to switch seats, but she stopped him. ''It's okay- I'm P2 now.'' She teased, sitting down on his original chair.

''It's been a while since we were on the podium together.'' Max stated, standing up from his seat and grabbing one of the towels that were laid there for them.

Both Charles and Y/N nodded at him. ''Well, it's been a while since Charles was on the podium with us.'' The youngest corrected the Dutchman, chuckling at the Monégasque's unimpressed face.

''I'm back.'' He simply smiled.

While the second and third place drivers were joking around with each other, the RBR driver watched the replay of the race. ''A lot of penalties.'' He noted.

''I got one.'' Y/N admitted, raising her eyebrow in light annoyance.

The two men's heads shot up at that. ''Really? Track limits or what?'' Charles asked.

The young woman nodded. ''Yeah, Mr. Norris ratted me out.'' There was a sarcastic tone to her voice, indicating she was joking and wasn't actually upset with her British friend.

''Lando? That's funny.'' Charles had always been a fan of Y/N and Lando's friendship, their banter having made many great moments on the paddock and online.

Max pointed at her. ''You should get revenge.'' He grinned, knowing she most likely already had something in mind.

He realised he was right once he saw the mischievous smirk on her face. ''You know I will.'' She folded her hands together as if she was a villain in a superhero movie planning a grand scheme.

''I'm scared for him.'' Charles said, relieved he wasn't a victim of her humorous retaliation.

''You should be, Charlie.''

''YOU TOLD EVERYONE I PEED MYSELF SO HARD DURING THE RACE THAT THERE WAS A HOLE IN MY SUIT?!'' Lando stormed into her motorhome, his eyes widened in disbelief.

Y/N had a devilish smirk on her face as the McLaren driver walked in, having expected him to waltz in. ''Snitches get stitches.''

''Oh, come on! You would have done the same thing!'' He defended his actions.

''You,'' she pointed at him, ''think I,'' she pointed at herself, ''would have reported on you every time you went over the track limits? I would never, Lando.'' The way in which she was speaking sounded like that is exactly what she would do.

''And by the way, no one would believe a thing like peeing so hard that there are holes in your clothes- people aren't that gullible.'' She said, brushing the entire thing off.

Lando rolled his eyes. ''People are believing it! 'Lando peeing' is trending on Twitter already.''

Y/N snorted at his words, immediately covering her face as she loudly laughed in his face. ''L-Lan… pee- peeing…'' She couldn't get any words out, finding the situation too funny.

''Stop laughing, it's not funny!'' Despite his words, Lando had started grinning himself- the sight of his best friend completely losing it being too much for her 'I have to remain serious'-facade.

''I'm sorry, okay? I didn't think people would take it seriously.'' Y/N was still cackling while delivering her ''apology''.

The Brit sighed. ''This is gonna haunt me for a while, isn't it?''

''I'm afraid so, Rumple.''

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you don't trust androids.txt

━ type: BTS (hyung line) x f! reader

━ about: android! au, heavy angst, slight fluff, nothing majorly fun

━ pictures taken from Pinterest ━ navigation

━ c/w: implied smut, mentions of suicide attempt, mention of near-death experience, mention of losing a limb, a portrayal of poor mental health, undercurrent of dystopian themes, mention of losing bodily autonomy, mention of hating one’s body, mention of depression and anxiety, discrimination against androids

━ wanted to keep this one in the drafts but here it is T-T

NAMJOON: “There’s a ç in Jean Lurçat,” he points out helpfully. His programming suggests it is friendly but the way your teeth grind suggests otherwise. Perhaps…cavities? Humans were prone to them and Namjoon was no medical unit to know any better, he was after all an informational unit. But you don’t seem to be appreciative of that either.

“Have I done something wrong?” he asks.

“Contrary what your chip states, being an obnoxious know-it-all is not helpful!” you snap, red rimmed eyes meeting his. “I mean, who do you think you are?”

He blinks. You’ve met dozens of times already, surely you knew who he was.

“My name is Namjoon,” he points at the tag on his chest. “I am an informational android unit. Here to help.”

“Well, you’re not! Not by nitpicking every single sentence I write!” you hissed and despite it not being expected, he experienced an operational error. If a sudden simulated pang of sadness could be called that.

He rarely gets to talk to anyone in the museum and over the course of these weeks with you coming in and out of the building, he’d assumed, naively, that he’d made a friend for the first time in his life. Or existence rather, he corrects. Androids were not alive hence they could have no, well, life.

“I apologize,” he bows curtly and leaves, shoulders slumped. You watch after him feeling like the grandest asshole in the world.

“That’s because you are,” you chide yourself before slamming the multi-kilogram art book closed shut.

A week passes and despite it not being a part of his programming, Namjoon is sulking. You’re nowhere to be seen. Maybe you avoided him due to it being awkward. Or maybe you just flat out hated him. The operational error occurs again - it makes his stomach feel like a gaping hole in spite of him knowing it was full of wires and memory cards. Perhaps he should be checked for bugs.

“Excuse me,” a thin voice appears behind him and he finds you shifting from one foot to another, a gift in hand.

“Hello!” he greets you pleasantly, face contorting in a dimpled smile before recalling last week and lets it deflate quite fast.

“Are you in need of assistance?”

“No, I came here to say “thank you” and apologize. It was rude of me to insult you. I’m just…” you exhaled, shivering faintly to yourself with nerves. “I moved here only recently and I’m not used to androids. Not that it is any excuse for my behaviour. It was cruel, I apologize.”

“Accepted,” Namjoon graciously nods along, the weird bug in his stomach evaporating into thin air. He glances down at the anxiously clutched gift bag.

“Is that from your family? Was your thesis accepted?”

You glimpse at it almost self-consciously.

“It did. You caught onto all the mistakes so there were no objections from the superiors hence…thank you. You were not being an irritating know it all but…helpful,” you offer him a small smile and he encounters a different sort of bug, this one gnaws on his chest. “It’s for you.”

Astounded, he gently accepts the bag and peers inside. No one has ever given him anything. Inside there sits a folded shirt. The quality of the cloth is to his liking and on the tag he spots the name of the company specializing in android wear. It must have cost a small fortune.

“I thought at first to give you a book but you probably already know everything and then I remembered you wear the same clothes every day but I didn’t know which colour-”

“It is perfect,” Namjoon interrupts, his wires suggesting that the limit of his smile has reached the maximum capacity. “Thank you, ________.”

You squirm but then frown.

“Why is your face so red?”

“Uh…an operational error,” he lies. trying to appear sincere. “Will I be seeing you here?”

“Would you like to?” demurely, you question and he eagerly nods.

“Very much.”

YOONGI: “So at which point you thought to inform me?!” you shrieked though it came out more like a hysteric squeak. But who wouldn’t be upset when their boyfriend, previously assumed as human, factory reset himself whilst being balls deep into your guts.

“Baby, I can explain,” he begins, cautiously inching himself across the bed but you throw yourself against the headboard, clutching the sheets to your chest. Not that there was anything left to hide anymore.

“You better!” you yelled. “You knew from the very first meeting! I don’t trust androids!”

He licks his lips guiltily. He looks human. Acts like one too yet even so you can’t help but feel like an utter dimwit for being fooled like this.

“I know, I know,” he mutters guiltily, running long fingers through the orange hair. He said he dyed it. Bud did he? Did it matter? What else did he lie about?

“And I’m sorry for that! I meant to tell you. I did! But you wouldn’t have me if you knew early on and I liked you so much. I…love you so much.”

His gaze lands to sit dead onto your eyes, a feat for Yoongi indeed and despite expecting to see some blue lights, cogs and wires stretched beneath the artificial material there’s nothing but the familiar brown staring back.

“No fair,” you grumble. “Busting out the L-word.”

He chuckles fondly - a sound you adore even after this mindfuck.

“Can’t risk you running away from me.”

Gingerly, he touches your knee and you flinch.

“It may be a synthetic skin but it’s real,” he whispers moving to softly cup your cheek. “I’m the same Yoongi you’ve always known.”

Unwillingly, your body relaxes as he does his magic, fingers grazing through your hair in a monotone, calming motion. His ultra-effective weapon to having you be soft.

“But how can you…feel?” incredulous yet truthful, you ponder out loud. “You run on…programming…?”

“I’ve been a free android for twenty years,” he insists. “All my "programming” has rusted so much it’s running independent like a human brain would. No exterior orders.“

"So what was that?” you abruptly plank attempting to demonstrate his sudden seizure. “What was that all about?”

“Oh,” he laughs timidly, the gummy smile on show and ears flushing pink. You wonder if there’s wiring there as well but then simply let the matter rest. “I realized I love you, want to spend my life together with you and I…I freaked.”

“Good or a bad freakout?”

He leans in to peck your lips.

“Good,” he mutters in between kisses. “Very, very good.”

JIN: “Want to hear a joke about pizza?”

“No.”

“Good, it’s too cheesy.”

You could physically feel your eyes roll 360 degrees around your skull. The recovery and betterment android unit, J-I-N-100, levels you down with a thoroughly displeased scowl.

“Why aren’t you laughing?” he frowns. “I specifically requested it.”

“Fault in the program,” you slighted, moving to adjust the IV drip.

“Ah! A derogatory reference to my existence. How very original.”

His face and tone is neutral, for all intents and purposes he could have just recounted the level of precipitation outside. That’s what’s wrong with them, you think to yourself, how quickly they can go back to being robotic. And frankly, it’s not all androids you can’t stand to be around, it’s this specific unit that’s been making your life a miserable hell, even further than it was.

Losing a limb, a leg, in this case, was hard. It still continues to be hard. The bitterness that seeps from the court decision - the overruling of a criminal penalty for the drunk driver who’d mowed you over was a bottomless well. On top of that, churning away at a hospital, trying to regain the simple ability to walk using a prosthetic leg made you claw at the walls frequently enough and then this thing came.

The jokes you could tolerate, barely but still, but you couldn’t, couldn’t handle to watch him get his palm crushed one day and then without a care in the world church it away, grab a new one like a brochure at a religious congregation, given away like candy, and stuck it onto himself. No recovery period, no shock, no trauma. Brush it off, move on. How could you not hate him when he joked to you all day long as you fell out of bed or fell walking due to the simple fact that you were human.

Pain was the basis of all life and he felt none. To be in the presence of something that was not alive yet acted as though it was…unnerving. Deeply unnerving yet humanity had already moved past being the only humanoids, moved past the notion of disgust for artificial intelligence, leaving you to choke alone on the bouts of spontaneous rage.

All you heard whenever he opened his mouth was “tiny, pathetic human, wriggling around like a worm”.

“You bent your leg the wrong way,” he points out and your head twitches upwards, removing the crayon-coloured painting of yours from your vision. It’s now brimming with his face, one he said is of course mechanically engineered as it was perfect. He was perfect. A thing he often remarked on.

“What?”

“Your leg,” he repeats slowly as though talking to a child. “It’s made of a similar structure as my legs, if you bend the knee in that position, it’ll wear out the joint wiring.”

You hadn’t even thought about that. This leg…this leg doesn’t belong to you. It’s like him. An alien object lodged onto you. A parasite.

“Here, lemme fix that,” he reaches and on the brink of hurling, you kick yourself away, falling onto the floor. Android unit J-I-N appears almost startled.

“Don’t touch me! Do not touch me! Get out!”

“I can’t!” he objects weakly. “I’m your personal betterment unit if you reject me, I’ll be -”

“I DON’T CARE! GET OUT!”

For an android, purposefully wired being not meant to experience fear, he looks terrified. And that expression haunts you.

Waking up in the midst of a deep night is nothing new. Doctors said the traumatic event of nearly dying and then losing a limb will give you hours upon hours of unslept nights. Walking was still difficult, especially in the dark of the hospital where everything was quiet and creepy. Usually, J-I-N-100 would help you, asked or not, guide you to the bathroom, or fetch you a glass of water but after kicking him out he hadn’t shown for the entirety of the day.

You wander the halls blindly and then the knee jerks on its own and you find yourself on the floor.

“Fucking shit.”

Trying to push yourself off the linoleum, you faintly hear a peculiar noise. A strangled noise of crying. At first, you dismiss it. It was a hospital people cried day and night, every hour of the week but the sound is so terrified, so broken you couldn’t bear to continue the asshole routine.

Following it, you stumble upon the escape stairs, grey and empty and in the middle of them sits unit J-I-N-100. Crying. An android crying. A sight you never assumed was possible.

“Uh…are you okay?” you dumbly ask.

He hides his face away, shoulders shaking before a venomous hiss flies your way.

“Why do you care? I’m a machine.”

You stand awkwardly.

“If this is about what I said, just ask for them to transfer you to a different patient-”

He abruptly laughs loudly and dryly, a laugh of no amusement.

“You don’t understand do you, human? There are no transfers for androids. If we don’t satisfy our patient, there are no do-overs! I’ll be sent to the HQ and be,” his voice drops into a hush. “Be disassembled.”

For an android that was death. You didn’t like him but for him to die due to your displeasure was tyrannical.

“I’m sorry,” you gasp. “I-I didn’t know.”

“You don’t know anything,” he accuses heatedly and you couldn’t blame him.

“No, I don’t.”

There’s a beat of stilted silence.

“You hate that leg of yours because it’s like me. It’s strange. An alien organism. You hate for having these parts but they are not mine. Every part of me belongs to someone else. My eyes, my ears, my legs have been replaced thousand times over. This body is not my own and yet I’m forced to reside in it. Do you have any idea what that feels like?”

Abruptly, all his magnanimous tirades about having the most perfect body make sense in another kind of way. He must have been trying to convince himself of liking it when the truth couldn’t be any further away. Your words now feel sickening and a surge of want, to protect, to shield this android, makes you almost dizzy.

But he doesn’t care for it. Not anymore.

“Please, leave,” he asks. The sound of his voice is broken, worn to its absolute limit. “If I’m around you it is my programming to smile and I don’t want to smile anymore.”

You oblige and close the door to the staircase quietly behind yourself.

To be home again was to experience bliss. Your small, overcluttered apartment had never appeared like the gate of heaven itself. The smell, even the crowded look into the smog-ridden city below is pure ecstasy. Putting the crotches down you sink into the sofa, nearly crying at the comfort of unity. But then that grading, awful sound interrupts your ecstasy. A fucking neighbour. Grabbing the crutch, you’re already prepared to beat these annoying motherfucking neighbours into the next planet only to find J-I-N standing on the other side.

His expression is murderous.

“Why did you do that?”

Timidly, you shift in the doorway.

“I was trying to help.”

“You lied!” he cries out. “You chased down the board members of the android unit assignment, harassed them for hours and then lied to their faces that I’m the most adequate, most perfect unit in the facility!”

“Did it work?”

He calms down, hands coming to stand still by his thighs.

“It did. No unit has ever reached such a score.”

You nod.

“But you hated me…” he breathes, even without any visible cogs, you can see how the logic of your action is not computing in his brain. “You literally hated me all this time.”

“I don’t wish you death. I would never want that!” frustrated you trying to run a hand through your hair only to remember it is supposed to hold a crotch now. “It’s just my fragile human psyche. I’m sorry for it and I’m sorry you have to go through everything. It’s horrible.”

He seems to be beaten into a state of stupor only to shrug.

“It…It is what it is.”

“It shouldn’t have to be.”

For a while, there is only the muted sound of either of you trying to make some sort of conversation.

“Because of what you did, they’re reassigning me. Private health field, I’m a home care unit now.”

“That’s…great,” you weakly surmise. You don’t actually know if it’s great or not. There’s a lot you don’t know. Maybe it was high time to fix that.

“Wait does this mean you’ll be reassembled?!”

“No,” J-I-N shakes his head. “No, reassembling or disassembling. Home care units change very little. Just a little update and I’ll be sparkly new.”

“Perfected the perfection,” you try to joke and he chuckles weakly almost sounding surprised that someone might amuse him and not the other way around.

“Do you…” he shakes with nerves and you grow ever more astounded. He was so alive. A very peculiar android, one who couldn’t give it credit for his programming. Whatever happened that made J-I-N, he was different. Perhaps he made himself different.

“Do you need a home care android? Your recovery period is almost a year.”

“They sent me a catalogue but I haven’t gone through it yet,” you throw your head at the inside of your apartment.

“May…I apply for the job?”

You blink at his demureness.

“But I’m awful.”

“You were,” he agrees. “But you’ve got an update and besides I’m in need of employment.”

“I…” you think it over. In spite of not getting along, you still had grown at least accustomed to him. And J-I-N was far more gracious than you would have been in his situation.

“I’m okay with that. Are you?”

“Yeah,” he squeezes a small smile. “You’re not the worst human on the planet anymore.”

“Thanks,” you snort.

“Also fair warning, this update will contain nearly 68GB of various puns and jokes for the sake of breaking the ice with the patient.”

You feel a part of yourself shrivel and die with that information, still, you force out a polite -

“Looking forward to it.”

HOSEOK: “But…but what am I supposed to do with him?!” as quietly as possible, you hiss into the phone where a woman sighs at your incessant questions.

“He is a mental health android unit, treat him like an app or something.”

“He’s not an app!” you argue with some heat. “He is an android! A being! One you sent to my home without my consent.”

“Well, you shouldn’t have tried to slit your wrists open at a workplace,” she snides and drops the phone, leaving you open-mouthed at the sheer audacity before slamming the phone down into the kitchen counter.

“Your levels of adrenaline and anger are out of the norm. Should I help you to relax?” the android’s voice pops up unexpected right beside you and you scream.

The last thing you wanted after being discharged from a mental institute is to be observed. Like a zoo animal. What will it do if one does this? What will it do if one pokes it in this spot?

“No, please, it is not necessary,” you trail off, fear gripping you whole. This thing will live you. For three months, there will be a stranger, designed to hover over you like a Damocles sword. You couldn’t even feel safe in your own home when it was anxiety in the first place that wore you down so much you wanted to escape it in any way you could.

The mental health unit leans its head to the side. He looks very human, it must be the absolute prime model and somehow it’s even more disturbing. It’s a humanoid that was not human and that knowledge activates some primal terror gifted by your ancestors. You’re choking on your tongue.

“I’ll just use the bathroom,” you force out and make a run for it.

It takes hours for you to exit, shaking on the tile floor was time-consuming and finding the android unit freely moving through your space doesn’t put you at any ease.

“What are you doing?” you rasp.

He turns around, beaming wide and you shudder.

“Making dinner,” he replies cheerfully. “Your file suggested it will be one of my duties.”

In his hands, there sits a cup. It’s your favourite cup. It wasn’t passed from generations, it wasn’t a gift and it wasn’t really that expensive. It had a chip in the side and you bought it essentially from a flea market but it still is your favourite cup. One he has usurped like your peace in your own home.

“Please, don’t..don’t touch my stuff.”

The smile falls from his face and noticing your intent, scared gaze at the cup he places it down.

“But I…I have to make you dinner.”

“You don’t. I’ll do it on my own.”

He blinks, struggling to understand. It goes against his programming, while the emotional core of his does state he should instantaneously assume greater distance. He was creating unease, something he was not engineered to do and the two clashing commands were rapidly wearing down his operational core.

“I can…run you a bath. Baths are beneficiary for human beings.”

The thought of undressing in front of him, of being that vulnerable, nearly makes you gag.

“No, please, just do nothing.”

“If I do nothing, my dispatchers will think you don’t want me.”

“I don’t want you. I’m scared of you.”

His mouth despite it being an impossibility runs dry.

“You’re scared of me?” he echoes weakly.

“You’re a stranger invited into my house without my consent. Of course, I’m scared of you!”

“Right,” he buffers. “I-I…I’ll log myself off in the hallway. Will that make you feel better?”

It’s probably cruel, nevertheless, you nod. You couldn’t be around anyone and despite the opinion of general denizens, androids did count as someone.

Shoulders slumped, he dragged himself away before plopping to sit by the door and proceeding not to move. It was creepy.

At night, you hear him moving around and shivering underneath the blanket from the rampaging onslaught of paranoia, you could not relax for a single second.

Weeks pass and the mental health unit keeps an intrepid vigil to keep out of your way. You don’t even know where he is at times as he occupies no room and makes no noise but at times you almost forget he is there. He still performs some menial tasks when you’re away either being tested or taking a prescribed walk and exercise class. Your floors are too clean and when you fail to make food for yourself it magically appears, though you note that they’re not served in your dishes and neither your pots nor pans were ever used again.

Coming home late one night, you step over the threshold and find it empty and dark, abandoned almost but on the counter there sits a cupcake with a simple note attached.

“I’m very proud of you, ______________.”

Heat rushes to your eyes and your throat tightens. You can’t even recall when was the last time anyone said they’re proud of you.

“Umm…mental health android?” you call out. He didn’t even have a name you realize. He wore no badge and there was nothing in his introductory form. “Mental health android?”

No response. Perhaps, he left. You gave him no order, maybe it somehow messed with his programming so bad he left. You rifle through the apartment high and low, in the end, finding him crouched in the broom closet. It’s an awfully minuscule space, not suitable for anyone, be it an android, human or a cat but it is the only space in the entirety of your home, you did not look into. Just how long had he slept here for your convenience.

You lean down and shake him but he does not wake.

“Sir? Sir?” you shake him harder but you might as well be handling a ragdoll. “Sir? Please, wake up.”

At that, his eyes pop open and you screech from the abruptness of the motion, falling on your backside. He rushes to help you up but pulls his hand away at the last second, conflictedly squirming in the place.

“Are you okay? Are you in distress?” he questions nervously and you gather yourself off the floor.

“No, I’m just…” you sigh. “You shouldn’t sleep in the broom closet. It’s too small.”

“It was the only hiding place. I would not scare you there. You would not see me.”

Something in the innocent explanation, so purely kind-hearted, mellows your own.

“Please, use the living room.”

He nods stiffly.

“Also uhm…” unwillingly, tears pool in your eyes. “Thank you for the cupcake. Did you…make it?”

He shakes his head sadly and solemnly.

“You did not give me permission to use your things, so I bought it.”

“With what money?” as far as you knew androids couldn’t pride themselves on the biggest income.

“I work odd jobs at times,” he shyly confesses. “If I earn enough money, I can apply for citizenship and become a self-sustained android.”

“You used that money to…” you choke. “To buy me a cupcake.”

“To buy you all food and the flowers by your bedside table.”

He shrugs it off with such ease like it’s not by far one of the kindest things you’ve seen a humanoid do.

“Oh, no, don’t cry!”

Too late you’re absolute sobbing your heart out. About everything. When you were little you thought it will be such a dream. It wasn’t. It wasn’t a dream at all.

He once again reaches to hug you, probably due to his programming but holds himself back, to be respectful, however, you hug him first, not caring anymore that his skin is synthetic and his brain is made of chops. You just need someone to connect with. Any connection, any at all would be bliss and this android has shown you unbridled kindness no humans in your life would.

When you’ve cried out half the hurt, not all but a decent chunk, a steaming cup of chamomile tea, served in your favourite mug sits in front of you as the rain taps against the window. It’s easier to breathe. The android sits unsure at the edge of the sofa, uncertain what his next action should be.

“Do you have a name?” you ask, twiddling with the edge of the blanket.

“I’m a mental health care android unit 9876Q36x/3.”

“Right. Have you considered choosing a name?”

If he wanted to be a self-governed android, the idea of freedom must be constant in his mind.

“I did,” he slowly says as though it’s a secret. “Hoseok.”

“It’s a lovely name.”

He offers a gentle smile and you feel for once a bit better.

“Thank you, _______________. I like your name as well.”

#bts reactions #bts scenarios #bts x reader #bts x you #namjoon x reader #namjoon x you #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #jin x reader #jin x you #hoseok x reader #hoseok x you #taehyung x you #bts reaction #bts angst #bts drabble #bts x y/n #bts android au

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juana-the-iguana · 6 months

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Navigating media during war

Here are some tips to navigate the conflict without a paid subscription. Disclaimer, I am based in the United States and this advice is for people in the US. These tips may apply for all wars, but I wrote this with the Israel-Hamas conflict in mind.

My qualifications: I am a reporter who has worked on both local, state, national and international stories. I have covered breaking news, and have done enterprising news and investigative journalism. I will graduate with a MA in Journalism in a month.

Reasons to question my authority: I have less than five year of professional experience. I have never reported on the Israeli-Palestinian conflict, or anywhere else in the Middle East. I speak neither modern Hebrew nor Arabic.

Moving on:

The best tip I can give you is pick a few good news sources and wait two days after any given event or incident before claiming to understand what happened.

In the United States, our news industry is incentivized toward breaking news, which means that organizations sometimes air information without having time to thoroughly fact check it. This becomes especially evident in times of war, when it is hard to obtain information and even on-the-ground reporters don't have the full picture of what's happening.

You are not going to find a perfect news organization. They're all going to fuck up in some capacity. If you have a strong stance on this issue, you're going to be more sensitive to those mistakes and real or perceived biases. (And, for the record, it is possible for one organization to hold multiple biases depending on the time of day, presenter and facet of the war being discussed.) That's why it is genuinely important to consume multiple news sources.

So if you're wondering why I chose these sources it's because a) they're free, b) they issue corrections when they're wrong and c) they do not engage in disinformation.

In no particular order: BBC, Reuters, NBC, MSNBC, CNN, AP. You should not rely on only one of these. You should fact-check these against bias sources that don't outright lie.

Now onto the sources you should avoid. Let's get into disinformation: What is it?

Disinformation is the intentional spreading of false information. It's lying. Misinformation is inaccurate information that is spread around, but not done with malice.

All news organizations have misinformation at some point. You should NEVER trust a news organization that engages in disinformation, about anything, unless several years have passed, the people responsible for the disinformation have been thoroughly purged from the group and they cite every goddamn thing they said.

The two big organizations I recommend avoiding because they engage in disinformation are Fox News and Al Jazeera.

Fox News lied about the 2020 election in the United States and actively contributed to an attempted insurrection. Al Jazeera is an arm of the Qatari state and has lied repeatedly about, well, just about everything of interest to the Qatari government, but especially Israel. They have made several highly consequential lies in this ongoing conflict that have had tangible, catastrophic consequences on the entire globe.

Advocacy groups are not news outlets.

Also, don't trust terrorist organizations. Yes, the UN, WHO, Amnesty International and pretty much every NGO under the sun and the vast majority of news organizations cite them, but that's not because they're reliable, it's because they're the only group releasing information from Gaza.

You shouldn't take the IDF at face value either, but if what the IDF is saying is verified by the US, EU and/or other reliable, third parties, then that information is probably true.

No news source is perfect. That's just a fact. I cannot stress the importance of looking at multiple sources.

Here are some things to look out for when watching/reading the news.

- If a news source is attributing facts to two different sources, ask yourself, "why?" Information is hard to come by. Sometimes one source doesn't report everything you want to know. But sometimes you know your source is unreliable, you don't have any alternatives, so you want to distance yourself from that. What does this look like?

You might see people cite two sources to report death counts in Gaza: the Palestinian Health Ministry, which is run by Hamas, and Save the Children which analyzes information about the number of children killed. Save the Children gets the estimated number of deaths from Hamas.

- Does it make sense to have this information at this time? If there was an explosion and a government states that 500 people died in it, well, how much time did it take them to count those bodies? Does that sound feasible?

- When you're listening to eye-witness interviews, do their perspectives or narratives match up with the physical scenes you are seeing? They might not be lying, it could be a miscommunication, but for the context it is presented in, it might not be accurate.

Language to look out for:

Occupation, blockade, siege, war crimes, crimes against humanity, genocide, ethnic cleansing, legitimate military targets and apartheid are all distinct things. All of them, with the exception of apartheid, have specific legal definitions. If people are using these things interchangeably, maybe they're sharing opinions. That doesn't mean that what they're saying isn't valuable, but it does mean that you probably shouldn't cite them when debating international law.

Now let's elaborate on "occupation" for a second. Egypt occupied Gaza from 1949 to 1967. Then Israel occupied Gaza until 2005. In 2007 Israel started the blockade on Gaza and last month, after the 10/7 massacre, they started a siege. As noted above, these are distinct things.

If people are talking about occupation or settlements in the context of this conflict it means either one of four things:

- They are talking about the West Bank, which is under occupation and where settlements do exist

- They are talking about the history of Gaza pre 2005

- They do not know that Gaza isn't under occupation and that there are no longer settlements there (which means that they are not an informed source)

- Or they assume the entire Israeli state is occupying Palestine which, whether you like it or not, is not factually or correct

Just because something feels wrong doesn't mean it is illegal. Occupations, blockades, sieges, the use of white phosphorous and bombing areas where you know there are civilians are all legal in certain contexts.

Legality might not matter to you personally, but when you're watching the news and trying to assess who is sharing facts and who is sharing opinions, you should keep this in mind.

Other notes:

- Rockets need fuel. Ventilation systems in tunnels need fuel.

- Movies and tv shows are filmed in Gaza and the West Bank. If you see a photo of someone in a body bag texting or women laughing while painting a baby doll red, it might be a behind-the-scenes video from one of those things.

- There are a lot of AI generated pictures being used, especially in propaganda. Count fingers, arms, legs and look at backgrounds to see if what you are seeing makes sense. But for the love of god, if you don't like something, that doesn't mean it's AI.

- There are a lot of photos circulating from past wars. Be careful before you reblog. Reverse Google image search is your friend.

- If you are not sure if something is real or not, wait a week. If the US, EU and dozens of journalists say it is true, believe it.

Finally, social media. When is it appropriate to use social media for news?

News aggregates are usually okay. I'm talking places like r/worldnews. They are pulling from other news organizations, so they can repeat those flaws, but they give you a mix of headlines from multiple sources. And they'll very often post large parts, if not the entirety, of articles from sources from the New York Times, Washington Post and the Wall Street Journal that have paywalls in the comments. But also beware the comments because they can be disgusting.

Social media is also very good for sharing the individual human experience. The issue with that is that you can't always vet the person on camera or being spoken about, so they could be lying, spreading misinformation and it isn't the whole picture.

This needs to be said again and again: social media dehumanizes people. You know this, but you will fall victim to it anyway. Your algorithm will do its best to show you the best versions of the people and groups you like, and the worst versions of the people and groups you don't like to make you feel justified in adopting dehumanizing beliefs.

For anyone interested, I'm going to update the list of news sources I think are trustworthy in the next few days. I've found a few small, independent and/or foreign outlets that use open source intelligence (OSINT) in their reporting and they seem pretty reliable to me, but I want to vet them a bit further.

EDITED: Removed the name of a news organization that I previously said I thought was reliable. They did not issue a correction after uncritically repeating Hamas's lie that the al-Ahli hospital parking lot bombing was an Israeli airstrike that killed 500 people, and spent days repeating these false claims as if they were fact.

#israel #palestine #i/p #hamas #media literacy #journalism

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 1 year

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Lilia have a huge advantage of knowing what reagon of kingdom of roses that Crewel and his daughter is from and give advice of the area courting costom that is secretly give them pair of earrings that is handcrafted ( to make the courted female guessing who it is, is part one of three stages, but is them being interested if they wear the bearings )

Then crafted a ring that hinting who they are ( if she wants is is mean they are fully interested of the courting )

But he forgotten the last part as it's been awhile

How would Malleus, and secretly Sebek and Silver ( maybe add on Lilia ) about said information of the courting costom

Oh like the placement of a flower on either the right or left ear in Hawaii

Whether its a ring on a specific finger or certain kinds of earrings

That represent your single status you can wear them

Lilia’s excited at your boldness

especially with your father more vigilant than ever to keep everyone away

He probably hasn’t seen you just yet otherwise he’d know exactly what that meant and demanded you take them off

But until then Lilia is likely to have done his research on the customs in the queendom of roses

Whether he’s interested in you himself or for any of his boys it behooves him to know the nuances

Going so far as to ask Trey, Cater, and Riddle before proceeding

In any case he thinks it’d be absolutely hilarious if he didn’t reveal the entire custom an only giving them the bread crumbs to win your affections

Those breadcrumbs lead up to the fact that this tradition is archaic and has recently become a simple fashion trend

When Malleus is told this he takes it at face value

“Finally a precise mating ritual that I can follow.”

He’ll confront you while your casually hanging on the grounds of Ramshackle

With an emerald necklace in an elaborate box

“Child of Crewel, I see that you have decided to present yourself!”

“Excuse me?”

“I’d like to inform you that your presentation is reciprocated by me. Here, I have brought this to coordinate it.”

You’ll have to sit him down and directly explain it to him

Which takes a while since he’s so adamant about completing this mating ritual and before you talk about anything else he wants to get this straight

“I see…you are unable to begin your courting because you haven’t prepared for the rest of the ritual?”

“...No, I quite literally am not trying to date anyone. Do you understand that?”

He doesn’t

he still thinks this is just apart of the ritual continuing to approach looking for an added piece of jewelry

Silver on the other hand immediately trusts his father and jumps right in

When he’s not falling asleep because he’s so at peace with you

He’ll be asking if it's true that you are single and willing to court

When he asks you explain about them no longer having the same meaning

“Father…sorry to misunderstand (Y/n). I’m just having trouble understanding your romantic status.”

You chuckle before letting him in on quite the secret

“All you have to do is ask Silver. Any girl appreciates that you do that.”

He still finds this as a positive

Sebek acts more like Malleus with a lot more gusto

“HOW FRIVOLOUS! YOU WEAR YOUR STATUS SO OPENLY IT SHOULD BE A CRIME.”

“Sebek, what in the Great Sevens are you talking about?”

“FEAR NOT! I shall rectify your claims of loneliness! Here I present to you these courting necklace of Briar Valley!”

“Courting?!”

You eventually get him to listen

But not before seeing his ears turn red and him embarrassingly yelling about retreating for now

He’ll wallow in shame as Lilia laughs all the while

Lilia on the other hand is suave

Walking alongside you as you exchange greetings

“(Y/n), that accessory is quite a timely piece in the Queendom of Roses, correct?”

On the topic of its past Lilia subtly questions your subject on the matter

“So does that still have the same meaning to you?”

“Not necessarily when it comes to topics of romance, being up front is most preferable.”

He’s got it.

Now he knows exactly how to approach you

And while his knowledge may have furthered their relationship with

No one’s near his level

“Well isn’t that convenient because I have something to ask of you…”

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sketching-shark · 9 months

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I don't know if journeytothewestresearch is trusting in some things, because he said that 6 eared Macaque and Wukong are sworn brothers, confusing them with the other Macaque named Macaque King

https://www.tumblr.com/journeytothewestresearch/684822807998283776/hey-sorry-to-bother-hope-youre-having-a-nice?source=share

And from what I've been searching too, Six eared and Macaque King, weren't the same, so Six Eared never was sworn brother with Wukong, and Wukong neber knew 6 eared Macaque to became sworn brother with.

Correct me if I'm wrong tho!

Oh yeah, I remember the controversy that stirred up (though I do find it inch-resting how to this day @journeytothewestresearch's well-cited argument that LEMH is SWK's immoral self which makes up the bulk of that post is still largely ignored lol). But anyway--and keeping in mind as usual that I am an amateur scholar in JTTW matter at best--my general understanding of the situation now is that there is some evidence that the Macaque King and the Six-Eared Macaque might have been sworn brothers, as the Macaque King's self-proclaimed title of "Fair Wind Sage"/"Telltale Great Sage" (depending on the Yu translation you're looking at) could refer to the six-eared simian's ability to gather all sorts of information on the wind as it were. Or it could refer to how this monkey is as fast as the wind. But there does seem to be just as much if not more evidence that the true and false monkey king arc were the first time the two had met. I have seen @journeytothewestresearch say that the earlier Anthony C. Yu translation title of "The Female Monkey King" was a mistranslation on Yu's part, but I've also seen others say that there is in fact a history in some parts of China of considering the simian in question to be a lady, as besides the gender-neutral term used to refer to the sages of the sworn brotherhood macaques do indeed live in groups with a dominant female that oversees the entire troop. And then in Xiyouji itself, and in very direct contrast to the lengths the Monkey King goes through to not fight against Niú Mówáng, he gives 0 signs of recognizing the Six-Eared Macaque even when his true form is revealed, is in fact "unable to contain himself" from bonking the guy to death and then saying, to quote both the earlier and the later Yu translation, "You should not have compassion on him...He wounded my master and robbed us of our wraps. Even according to the law, he was guilty of assault and robbery in broad daylight. He should have been executed." So YEAH not exactly the words of a guy who's super broken up about having to fight against one of his beloved sworn brothers lol. So all in all you do seem to have some wiggle room and leeway with going with one identity or the other for the six-eared simian, but the one thing that does remain consistent across even the Yu translations is how much the Monkey King wants to bonk him dead and does not gaf about said bonking or said death.

I guess the moral of this story goes once again back to the fact that when you're dealing with translations there can be a LOT of room for multiple "correct" meanings for some aspects of it, and that this can be particularly true when it comes to a work like Xiyouji that has a vast history of multiple written and oral versions even before Wu Cheng'en's written classic. And while I do think it's always good to do your own research and remember that even professionals are just as capable of making mistakes as anyone else, I still have to hand it to @journeytothewestresearch for being like one of the very, very few people on this site who actually backs up his statements with academic citations lmao.

#anon answered #xiyouji #journey to the west #jttw #six eared macaque

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Aether:Neuvillette, have you seen Focalor since…y’know, the meeting?

Neuvillette:Briefly. We aren’t as joined to the hip as some may assume, thankfully. Why do you ask?

Aether:Things got pretty intense near the end. She seems pretty good at bouncing back but even I could tell she was bothered the entire time.

Neuvillette:Yes, although I can’t begin to know where her thoughts shift on any given topic. I’ve been keeping an ear out. She will eventually let things slip one way or another.

Aether:I guess you would know best. I trust your judgment.

Neuvillette:……*tilts head*

Aether:Ummm, Neuvillette?

Neuvillette:I don’t mean to be presumptuous, and please do correct me if I’m wrong. Do you by any chance fancy Lady Furina?

Aether:….That’s a complicated question. I don’t really know her well.

Neuvillette:….However….?

Aether:Well…I guess from an outsider perspective and general sense, there are qualities about her I find endearing. Wait, I’m not breaking some vague law am I!?

Neuvillette:Heh, no. There are few forms of adorations she doesn’t tolerate. Also, you may want to not address her as Focolar whenever you’re playing off your own level of interest.

Aether:I’ve been doing that?

Neuvillette:A couple times, yes. Now then, allow me to ask another question. What are your current thoughts on the Archon?

Aether:That seems to be a popular question these days. My opinion on Lady Furina; she’s pretty hard to read. Not to mention impulsive. It some ways it feels periodical. She’s one of the more expressive people I’ve ever met with her emotions but to the point you can’t tell what’s going to happen.

Neuvillette: Sigh… I understand what you mean.

Aether:Even so, I can tell she’s serious about important and isn’t living life one minute at a time. I don’t think it’s my place nor do I believe I have information to accurately criticize how she chooses to lead. Frankly the only thing I am certain of is she means well. Granted, I’ve meant other gods who also meant well but Furina feels like her efforts are busy searching for a solution instead of holding steadfast to one that’s hers alone.

Neuvillette:Is that necessarily better?

Aether:It’s refreshing. Not really in the mood for another self-made crisis. Anyways, why do you ask about my opinion?

Neuvillette:Because you’ve been a kind individual that’s helped this nation multiple times for one reason or another; mainly out of kindness from what I see. However, that doesn’t mean you think positively of this place’s systems or deity. As you know, it’s absolutely possible to detest them while still caring. Hearing you say you think well of its people and god is rather calming. A person like you who’s capable, level headed, and willing to be friends is something Furina doesn’t have much of in the truest sense. Thank you.

Aether:No need for thanks. I’m just doing what comes naturally to me.

Neuvillette:I’m glad to hear it. Also, though she hasn’t outright said it, Lady Furina not only acknowledges your capabilities, but appreciates them as well. As for any deeper feelings should could have, I’m unaware.

Aether:*red* We don’t have to discuss that last part. Although…with this level of emotional understanding I’m now curious if you have any you might “fancy”

Neuvillette:You give me too much credit. Even if did, I wouldn’t know it. Now if you excuse me. *walks away*

Aether:Is it Navia? I have it on good authority people similar to your kind like geo users.

Neuvillette:*continues to leave*

Aether:…(I’m taking that as a definite possibility)

#genshin impact #gi aether #gi neuvillette #I wanted to use the word fancy in this way

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When You Worry About Him Overworking ~ Stray Kids Reaction

Bang Chan:

It took a moment for Chan to look around and notice you as he finished working on his computer, making sure that everything was perfect before finally spinning around.

“Do you have a bit of time?” You asked as you met his eyes, lifting your hand up.

A chuckle came from Chan as he noticed the bag of food that was in your hand, nodding his head back at you straight away. “I’ve not managed to eat today yet.”

“That’s not good, you need to look after yourself,” you scolded as you walked further into the room. “I know you’ve got a lot on, but that doesn’t mean you should neglect yourself.”

“I would’ve gotten something to eat eventually, maybe.”

Your eyes rolled as you placed the bag down, “I knew you’d end up doing something like this.”

“I should be used to overworking by now, but I never do,” Chan admitted as you took a seat down beside him, “just like I’m never used to you taking care of me.”

Your head nodded, encouraging to open the bag up. “It’s a good job that I’m here to take care of you otherwise who would make sure that you’re alright.”

“Thank you,” Chan chuckled, “I probably don’t say that enough to you, do I?”

“You don’t need to thank me.”

Lee Know:

A hum came from Minho as he arrived home, following the smell of food that greeted him straight around the house and into the kitchen where you were.

“You’re finally back,” you joked, glancing back to see that Minho was home at last.

His head nodded, slumping down on one of the dining chairs. “I’m knackered,” Minho informed you, laying out across the table as you moved around him.

“I’ve got dinner sorted so you don’t need to worry,” you smiled, “something nutritious and good for you to try and give you a little bit of energy again after today.”

“You didn’t need to do that for me, it’s alright Y/N.”

A small sigh came from you, “you’re not looking after yourself right now, are you?”

“I could do better,” Minho sheepishly admitted, “but when you’re as busy as we are right now, things like eating and drinking are far down on the list of priorities.”

Your eyes rolled, having heard the same thing time and time again when Minho was busy. “I’m going to make sure that’s corrected tonight.”

“They’ll be no complaints from me,” Minho laughed, “my tummy is going crazy rumbling.”

“Food won’t be too long now.”

Changbin:

Your hand grabbed Changbin and pulled him down as he went to get up from the sofa, already worrying about what he needed to do next to stay organised with his work.

“Do you have a minute?” You quizzed, smiling weakly across in his direction.

Changbin’s head noticed, worrying slightly as he looked at the serious expression that was on your face. “Is everything alright?” He asked you, “has something happened?”

“Not yet,” you replied quietly, “but I’m worried that it might, I’m worried about you Changbin. You’re working so hard; I just wanted to sit down and make sure that you’re alright.”

“I’m fine, it’s just been a little bit hectic, that’s all.”

You continued to stare at him, “you know that I can tell when you’re lying to me.”

“I’m not doing as badly as you think I am,” Changbin laughed back to you. “it’s tough, we’ve got a lot to do, but luckily we’re all working together to get it done.”

Your head nodded, trusting in him, even if you were wary. “If you’re having a hard time, you’ll tell me, won’t you Changbin?”

“Of course,” he promised, “as long as you stop fretting about me as much as you do too.”

“There’s no way that I can do that.”

Hyunjin:

Your eyes stared at Hyunjin firmly, no matter how much he shook his head in front of you, you knew that deep down he wanted to tell you something else.

“Stop being stubborn and accept help,” you scolded, shaking your head at Hyunjin too.

A wry smile appeared on his face, knowing just how well you knew him. “I don’t need help, I can cope,” he continued to protest, despite you knowing better.

“Hyunjin, get a grip,” you sighed, running out of options. “We all get that you work hard, but you don’t have to do that all by yourself, others are here for you too.”

“Others have their own issues Y/N, I’m not one of them.”

Your shoulders shrugged as he spoke, “I’m not others though, am I? I’m your partner.”

“Stop having an argument for everything that I say,” Hyunjin huffed across at you, “I’m trying to give you one less thing to fret about you know Y/N.”

You shrugged once again at him, “I don’t want one less thing to worry about, I want you to stop overworking and accept the care of others instead.”

“Alright,” Hyunjin chuckled, “maybe I have been a tad stretched recently.”

“A tad? It’s so much more than that.”

Han:

As soon as you heard the sound of keys being picked up, you rushed up from where you were sat, running through the house to quickly get to the front door.

“Where are you going?” You quizzed Jisung just before he managed to open the door.

The corners of his mouth turned up into a smile as he looked across at you. “I’m just going down to the shops to grab some bits for dinner,” he informed you.

“You’re not thinking of going to the studio, are you?” You quizzed, watching him closely, “you’ve spent enough time there these past few days to need to go back.”

“I promise that I’m just going to the shop, nowhere else.”

Your head nodded slowly, “the shop isn’t some sort of code word for the studio at all?”

“No,” Jisung laughed at how persistent you were, “I know you’re worried about me doing too much, you can come with me to the shop if you really don’t believe me.”

Your head shook in reply to his offer, “I do believe you; I just don’t want you to end up doing too much and causing yourself any harm.”

“Don’t worry,” Jisung assured you, “I’ll be back in twenty minutes, and no later than that.”

“I’ll come and find you if you’re not.”

Felix:

You waved across as soon as you heard the director yell cut, catching Felix’s attention as he walked off of the set, bringing him straight across to where you were sat at the side.

“How’s it going?” You asked as Felix took a seat beside you, resting his head down on your shoulder.

A hum came from him as your arm secured around his waist, “it’s nearly midnight, what are you doing here? You should be at home tucked up in bed.”

“I wanted to come and see you,” you smiled back to him, “I thought I’d stop by and see if I could get a sneak peek of what it is that you guys are working on for your comeback.”

“You came to check up on me, didn’t you?”

Your smile quickly widened as Felix spoke, “perhaps, that has a little bit to do with why I’m here.”

“Y/N,” Felix chuckled, sitting up properly to be able to look at you, “I know that you’re worried about me, but I’m doing alright, I’ve had plenty of naps.”

Your eyes continued to study Felix, “it’s not just the naps, have you been eating enough? Drinking enough? Recovering in between dancing too?”

“All of it,” he vowed, “I promise that I’d tell you if I was struggling whilst here.”

“I know what you’re like Felix.”

Seungmin:

You kept following Seungmin around as he came home, not replying to you. You’d barely seen him, knowing that work was busy as you tried your best to check up on him.

“Stop bottling things up,” you told Seungmin as you managed to corner him in the bedroom.

A sigh came from Seungmin as he realised that there was no getting away from you. “I’m alright, I don’t need you to start worrying about me at all Y/N.”

“How do you expect me to do that Seungmin when it’s so obvious that you’re struggling with the workload?” You quizzed, folding your arms in front of your chest.

“Because I’m sure that you’ve got enough on your plate.”

Your head shook in reply to him, “that doesn’t mean that I can stop worrying about you.”

“I really am alright,” Seungmin tried his best to convince you, “I might be a little bit busy, but it’s nothing that I’ve not experienced before and managed to get through.”

You nodded in agreement with him, “then say that you’re busy, stop pretending around me. I’m only ever trying to help you Seungmin, that’s all it is.”

“I know,” he whispered, “I guess I just thought that I could put a brave face on instead.”

“You can’t convince me that easily.”

I.N:

A look of surprise appeared on Jeongin’s face as he looked to the door to see who had showed up at the studio during the middle of his busy day of learning choreography.

“I hope you don’t mind me showing up,” you smiled as you opened up the studio door.

Jeongin’s head shook as he went over to press pause on the music. “What are you doing here?” He smiled, taking a deep breath in to try and catch his breath again.

“I thought I’d come and see how you were seeing as I’ve not seen you for a few days,” you smiled, taking a good look around the studio. “You look like you’re working hard.”

“It’s been a long few days, but I’ve got to get all of this done.”

Your eyes soon began to study Jeongin closely, “you look like you’re starting to struggle.”

“I am,” Jeongin admitted, not even attempting to argue with you, “but when there’s so much to do, I’ve got no choice but to carry on and make sure that I learn all of this.”

Your head shook as he went to turn the music back on again, “you’re not overworking whilst I’m hre, with me around I’m making sure you take a break.”

“I’ve got things to do,” Jeongin told you, “they’ll want to make sure that I get this done Y/N.”

“And you will, after you’ve had a break.”

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khaleesiofalicante · 2 years

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“I like it,” Alec said as he inspected the coffee maker and the small box next to it. “What are these?”

“Coffee beans from Colombia,” Magnus informed as he walked up to Alec. “I think they would appreciate it.”

Alec managed a small smile.

After the Dark War, Aline and Helen had been ‘sent’ to Wrangle Island to ‘study’ the wards.

They all knew it was exile. They all knew it was punishment. But no one really spoke about it.

No one really spoke about a lot of things.

Alec’s eyes drifted over to Magnus, who was feeding Chairman Meow.

It has been a few weeks since their return from Edom. A few weeks since their talk.

Magnus promised to be more forthcoming. Alec promised to be more patient.

They both promised to try again. To try harder.

But there was much to talk about.

Magnus had trusted Alec with his past. Some of the things Alec read in the book Magnus had given him led to more questions than answers.

But even in the book, some things were simply not there.

Some things, as Magnus said, were too difficult to talk about.

So, Alec didn’t push.

He had pushed before and he had lost his Magnus. He didn’t want to make that mistake that.

It was just that…Well, it was kind of obvious that the whole thing was bothering Magnus too.

But they both ignored the elephant in the room.

“I have to go back to Idris today,” Alec told the warlock. “My father wanted to talk about the future of the New York institute or something.”

Magnus hummed. “Sounds important.”

“He’s been trying to give me more responsibility,” Alec sighed. “Not that I’m ungrateful or anything. It’s just, well, I could do with a break.”

Magnus grinned at that. “Would you like me to whisk you away to Europe again, Alexander?”

“Maybe somewhere else,” Alec chuckled. “Asia? I’ve never really travelled there.”

He has never really travelled anywhere. Until Magnus. He has never really done anything. Until Magnus.

It was funny how one person could change your whole life. Every single part of it.

A fire message fell on his lap. Alec sighed. “It’s my dad.”

“Dads are the worst,” Magnus huffed, and then tensed up immediately. Then he put on a smile. “It’s alright, my love. Go. The Chairman needs a bath anyway.”

Alec nodded. He pressed a kiss to Magnus’ lips and got off the couch. The warlock made him a portal. But Alec couldn’t bring himself to walk through it.

Don’t push. Don’t push. Don’t push.

“He really was the worst, wasn’t he?” Alec heard himself ask.

Magnus looked away. “I’d rather not talk about it, Alexander.”

“Him, you mean?” Alec clarified. “Asmodeus?”

Asmodeus.

The Prince of Hell. A fallen angel.

Magnus’ father.

Alec had only found out in Edom. He had not talked to Magnus about it since. No one did.

“Perhaps you should leave,” Magnus gestured at the portal.

“Do you have me to go?” Alec asked.

Magnus didn’t respond.

Alec walked back to the couch and sat down next to him. “If you don’t want to talk about it, then we don’t have to.”

“It’s not that I don’t,” Magnus sighed. “It’s just…I’m-”

“You’re what?” Alec asked.

“I’m scared,” Magnus whispered.

Alec blinked. “Scared of what?”

Magnus sighed deeply. “I’m scared that you’ll leave me.”

Alec chuckled. “Magnus, I already know you’re his son.”

“But what if closure-”

“I didn’t ask for closure. I asked if you wanted to talk about it,” Alec corrected. “I’m not going to leave you for talking about your feelings, Magnus.”

“You might leave when you find out what I am,” Magnus said.

“What you are?” Alec echoed in confusion.

Magnus inhaled and held the feline tightly for comfort. “I’m called an Eldest Curse. It refers to the oldest living child of a prince of hell.”

“Oh,” Alec said. “Are you different from other warlocks?”

“In some ways,” Magnus nodded.

“Are you more powerful?”

“In some ways,” Magnus nodded again. “I was not so powerful in Edom as you might recall.”

“Right,” Alec said. “Well. Okay. So, you’re an Eldest Curse. Thank you for telling me.”

“That’s it?” Magnus blinked.

“Baby,” Alec chuckled. “I don’t know what else you want me to say.”

“I’m an Eldest Curse!” Magnus said incredulously.

“You’re Magnus,” Alec reminded him. “You’re the High Warlock of Brooklyn. You’re my boyfriend.”

And one day, you will be my husband.

“But my father-”

“He doesn’t define who you are,” Alec shook his head. “Just as mine doesn’t define who I am. We are more than our blood, Magnus. Isn’t that what we learned in the last few months?”

Magnus gave a small nod.

“And I don’t know why you were so worried about telling you are super powerful. It’s super hot.”

Magnus rolled his eyes fondly. “Stop it.”

“It is,” Alec insisted. “I hope it’s not offensive to say that.”

“It’s not,” Magnus huffed. “Not when you say it.”

“Are there others walking around and calling you super hot?” Alec frowned.

“Many others,” Magnus winked. “What can I say? I’m in high demand. Despite being a curse and all that.”

Alec smiled and took Magnus’ hands into his own. He lifted it slowly to his lips and gave it a gentle kiss.

“You are not a curse,” Alec said softly. “You are my dream true.”

Magnus shook his head fondly. “You are a sap, Alexander.”

Alec smiled. “Will you tell me more? About how you met him? When did you find out?”

Magnus smiled back.

He talked.

I’ve always wondered how this conversation went. So, here is my take on it.

For @malectober. Prompt: Curse

#malectober #malec #dani writes stuff

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dresshistorynerd · 11 months

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You were right to correct the fashion part, as I sent that ask in anger and indeed used faulty reasoning on practicity and did not develop the other points. I apologise for sending a message in this state, as it is in no way a good manner to open a discussion. While I do not agree with you and find the speculation detached from what a masculine woman might feel, her point of view, I see that I am not approaching this fairly and thus, wasting your time. Perhaps other masculine women may have better insights on that topic... if not, have a nice day.

I'm glad you sent another message. I also didn't offer you much benefit of doubt in my answer so I'm impressed you did now. I was debating weather I should give you a benefit of a doubt when I was answering to your first ask, and decided it was not worth it, but maybe it would have been. I can understand now better where you're coming from and why you sent a message in anger.

I don't want to sound harsh, but the post was not about you. I understand you probably identify with Julie d'Aubigny, which is completely fair, but that doesn't mean you know her and doesn't mean I'm talking about you, when I'm in fact talking about her. You say I was speculating on the feelings of a masculine woman, but I was not. Why are you so certain she was a masculine woman? Why are you so certain you know how she felt and who she was? I sure am not certain about really anything about her or her life, certainly not her feelings. Which is why through the whole post I speculate what information about her we can trust, what might have happened and what was unlikely to have happened.

We don't know for sure she was masculine, or that she even dressed in men's clothing, that could have been a rumor to other her, make her seem weird to the people of her time. Especially because of her (likely real) sapphic relationships, this is a real possibility as gender and sexuality were seen as so strongly connected. On the other hand she was also described as beautiful in her society's standards by her contemporaries, which would mean she would have reached some feminine beauty standards. Maybe she changed between masculine and feminine presentations depending on a situation, which I think is probably the most likely explanation, but that's my opinion not a fact. Maybe she was a feminine woman, maybe an androgynous woman, maybe a masculine woman, or maybe not a woman at all. People, who didn't fully identify with womanhood or manhood, who we might call today non-binary or genderqueer, have always existed, but how did they exist and present themselves in a society that had so extremely binary gender system? I think it certainly would have depended on a person, but certainly one possible way would have been to fluctuating between masculine and feminine presentations. What about a trans man, who was famous as woman from a young age, whose career involved fame, how would they have presented in a society like that? Maybe he would have presented in a more comfortable masculine manner, whenever he could, but maintained a feminine presentation for when it was needed for his career. And then how would you determine for certain today weather a historical figure, who was afab and likely presented both in masculine and feminine ways, was a androgynous/masculine woman, non-binary person or trans man?

We know very little for certain about Julie's life and I don't think we can for certain make any determination about how she felt about her gender. I don't think we have evidence to rule out any possibility. I tried to not make any assumptions about her or her life without evidence in my post, while presenting what I think was most likely. I think she was a woman, I think she was sapphic and I think her presentation was androgynous if not masculine. Knowing how at the time gender was constructed and what her cultural understanding of gender would have been, I think she probably had a complicated relationship with womanhood, a relationship that today might be described as genderqueer (I'm using this in it's broadest definition). (I talked about the gender construction at the time in my addition to the answer of your first ask so I'm not going to go into it here.) I raise other possibilities to highlight that we can't know for certain, if our interpretation of her is true.

I'll say again that I understand relating to historical figures and seeing yourself in them, but when we try to actually interpret history, I think it's important to put aside those feelings. If we project our feelings to history, we can't see past our cultural biases and our understanding will be lacking. It will make us blind to the things that won't fit our understanding of the world, instead of better understanding how world was seen in a different time.

You can disagree with my interpretation, by all means, but if you don't have some evidence of her life that I don't, I don't think you can fully disregard the possible interpretations you disagree with. I disagree with the interpretation that she was a straight woman, but I can't disregard that possibility, because the evidence we have of her attraction and relationship to other women is not fully reliable.

I think this second ask of yours is very fair and even the first one raises important questions on how we should interpret and approach history, so I don't think you're wasting my time.

I hope you have a great day!

#answer #history #queer history #lgbtq history #julie d'aubigny #julie de maupin #anon

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Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Series: Secrets & Trust

Characters: Ann Wolff (OC), Gentaro Yumeno

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How did he not notice? How was that a detail he missed!? After all this time his brain had not caught on with this fact. He did not even consider it. It had not crossed his mind yet it was staring him right in the face. That daughter… It was Ann. It had always been them. They were his kid, Karl's kid.

“They obviously don't know what is going on. Karl made sure that they did not find out. Man doesn't want them to get involved. And I'm not sure if they can handle it either. You know them better than me at this point, so I leave that judgment up to you. But having to hear this about your own father… ”

Yeah, those were true words. One could only handle so much. And this was not easy stomach. Even the young man had a hard time processing this. All this time he gad been conversing with the kid of the leader… That was a lot to take in. But it would be far from what they would experience. What did they say once? What did he overhear?

“ I don't just want to sit there and do nothing! I will get my Mom back so we can be happy again! Mom, Dad and Ole will join right in! ”

This had been their goal, reunite them as a family. They were close, both parents mean a lot to them, so much that they were both part of their motivation. And he could sympathize, very much so. After all, he was doing the exact same thing, wasn't he? Then again… Hah, he will have to see.

The door opened, him taking a step outside before turning his head to the side. He had spotted them, leaning against the brickwall of the café, staring up at the sky. All they did was wait, wasn't it? Unable to take the tension it seemed. Well, this was kind of a big deal. Who was he to blame them? “Ann–San?” He began, getting their attention that way as they shot their head right to him, then lifting themself off the wall and turning their entire body to face him.

“Finally! Can I come ba–”

“Maybe thou should leave.” He decided to just be straight to the point, no beating around the bush. Even if he knew what face that'll earn him. And he wasn’t wrong, the face they were making was exactly what he had expected of them — They looked shattered, shocked, startled. So much must have been going on in their head right now, especially since he had just thrown that at them.

“L… Leave? Why?”

He looked at them for a moment, not sure how to explain this. He couldn’t just say it outright, he would prefer not to. After all, he had been advised not to. And honestly, not even he knew how to feel about that anymore. This was all just… Sudden, maybe a little too sudden.

“Thou value thy family, correct?” He began finally, after a moment of silence. “I ask of thee to consider. This information might not be pleasant for thy ears.”

The stare was almost unbearable to look at. And yet, he kept his stern face altogether, knowing that he cannot give in. If they were going to be serious about it, they wouldn’t back out, would they? Maybe he was hoping for it… Maybe.

“W… Why?” They let out, confused sounding. Their voice was trembling, at the brink of stuttering over and over. And yet, they swallowed, pretty loudly in fact before continuing loudly: “I wanna hear it! I don't intend to leave empty handed!”

There it is. There was the protest. Nothing unusual from their mouth and something he was prepared for. So he had to try harder. Even if this was turning into a losing battle. “Listen, I understand thy situation. But sometimes it is best to not dig too deep. Thou might figure out things thou have not asked for.”

“Since when? Could it kill my family or something if I find it out!? “

Maybe… “That is not what I was saying. I am asking thee to reconsider.”

“Reconsider!? Why would I reconsider!? I’m here for one thing and I’m not going to back out now!” They were serious, dead serious, their gaze so sharp that one might think that they would explode any moment. They seemed far from pleased and were not ready to let this go. Oh how they wished to leash out. And yet, they held themself back, one could tell.

“But thou might–” The last attempt, he told himself that. Yes, this was nothing but a losing battle now. He couldn’t do much else. He was at a loss, a literal loss. No matter what he will say, how he will appeal to them… It will be of no use, will it? Ah they could be impossible sometimes. And yet, their argument was compelling. all the same.

“Yumeno–Sensei, you did hint at the possibility that it involves my family, correct?”

He nodded at that, only receiving a more serious glare.

“If it's related to me, I have a right to know. Do not keep this from me!”

Yeah… That was also the point. One wanted to respect the wishes of a worthless man. At the very least their father had the decency wanting to keep his own child out of this. They didn’t know and it was supposed to stay that way. But on the other… Wouldn’t Ann have the right to know? This was about their family, their father… It was essentially that. And honestly, at this rate they would find out sooner or later, wouldn’t they? Yeah, probably… Most likely… They would find out…

Maybe Gentaro was just too easily swayed but Ann did not back off. Their resolve is all too clear. “Even if it will break thee?”

“Yeah, even if it will… I’ll figure it out somehow.”

“Very well. Then I shall not stop thee. Please, come back in. Our informant is waiting.”

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#Nimue's Lake #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypnosis mic oc #hypmic oc #gentaro yumeno #yumeno gentaro #hypmic gentaro

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Arranged marriage (Part 5)

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

This is more for building Ayato’s part of the story up more, the next part will be more of the building relationship the reader has.

Your parents are eating dinner with your Arranged husband, Ayato, and they immediately suspect something dodgy has happened. You were nowhere to be seen, and there was a suspicious woman sitting next to Ayato in the spot that should have been yours.

“How has our child been?” Your mother asks, really not liking the idea of handing over the last of their assets over to Ayato now that they hadn’t heard from you in a while. Ayato sits uncomfortably, unable to get away from your mothers resentful gaze as he continues to sit silently.

“I’m afraid they disappeared.” Signora speaks for Ayato, thinking that your parents handed over the last few pieces of material they had at their disposal thanks to the marriage occurring. Ayato sits up straight, now feeling a second, more menacing, pair of eyes on him. He doesn’t need to look up to know that the father is now glaring daggers at him.

“You snivelling brat.” Your father grumbles, only to get shushed by your mother. “How long were you sitting on that information, huh?” He grits his teeth, slamming his hand down on the table out of anger. “Planning on milking our family name for all its worth like a leach?” He roars out, your mother finally managing to calm him down enough to control his anger.

“Your child-”

“Your spouse.” Your mother corrects, a disgustingly sweet smile on her face as if to stop herself from doing what your father did.

“My spouse,” Ayato corrects himself. “Took a walk in our gardens one night, only to have wandered off.” He tries to explain the circumstances, slowly realising that he should have showed a similar reaction to the maid that slacked off to what Thoma did.

“I hope you understand we cannot comfortably give you what little we have.” Your mother explains, a deadly flat face now in place of the previous smile. “Now if you’ll excuse us, we will be taking our leave. Just know this - I am thoroughly disappointed in your lack of care towards our child.” She states, dragging your father along to stop him from lunging at Ayato.

On their way out, they see Thoma glaring at a maid who seemed to be talking about you. Well, it sounded more like him warning her that she was to stay far away from your parents. Waving the maid away, Thoma sighs before turning to see your parents with equally sorrowful expressions.

“Thoma, please.” Your mother pleads, a soft voice to compliment the vibe. “I know you got along with our child. What happened?”

Thoma closes his eyes, deciding it would be best for your parents to know about it. It looked like Ayato would never care about your wellbeing enough to tell your parents about what happened, and he had a sinking feeling in his stomach about something that could happen.

“Your child was to be accompanied by a maid at all times.” Thoma begins, walking with your parents to escort them out of the building. “The maid responsible for their safety that night was nowhere to be seen when they went outside.”

Thoma hesitates.

“Please, I need you to promise you won’t say a word of what I am about to tell you.” Thoma states, now outside with your parents. They nod eagerly, knowing they could trust Thoma to be honest. “...Ayato informed me nobody was to be punished for their disappearance. The maid was not punished, but I fear they may be a spy of some sort.” He hushes out, your parents gasping at the revelation.

“...Thank you for telling us, Thoma.” Your father responds. “You would have been better for them than Ayato.” He half jokes at the end, laughing pathetically before clearing his throat.

Kokomi gathers everyone in to the tent, insisting there was a solid chance of her plan working.

“Sayu managed to find out there is to be a newcomer to Ayatos knights. Presents himself as a ‘former member of the Fatui’, known to crave a fight more than necessarily destroying things in the typical way. If we were to say, start a fight within the knights by sneaking in, I’m certain this man will come out of the woodworks and join the fight.” Kokomi starts, looking around to check everyone else is on board so far. “The only thing is, we aren’t certain if this will destroy any chances the Fatui have of working alongside Ayato, or if this will be more unfavourable for ourselves.”

Sayu runs into the room, a piece of paper in her hand as if she was writing down some information.

“Here’s some more...Information.” Sayu yawns out, handing the paper to Gorou before passing out by his feet. You position her to be more comfortable as Gorou reads the paper.

Gorou furrows his brows out of pity, seeing how your parents seemed to react to the knews you ‘disappeared’. Reading the paper out loud, Gorou relays the information on what happened at the dinner.

“Hmm...” Kokomi begins. “I remember Signora does not agree with Tartaglias way of solving problems. They tend to argue quite often...Chances are, Tartaglia wouldn’t die to any of our attacks, but this is for the best. Signora, most likely, will have a verbal altercation with Tartaglia after the fight. In the heat of the moment, perhaps Signora will reveal her true intentions to Ayato without realising he is nearby...This is purely hypothetical, but this is our best chance.”

Gorou nods in understanding, before looking down at the paper once more. He furrows his brows once again, and Kokomi looks over to ask what he was thinking about.

“I’m worried if we don’t order our spy to come back, Thoma is going to potentially put them in a difficult position.”Gorou states. “I think it would be in our best interest to order them to return.”

“...Were they the maid that was responsible for ensuring I didn’t wander off?” You ask, Everyone unanimously nodding.

“Yes.” Kujou Sara confirms. “Sayu will help them escape without detection.” She confirms.

“In the meantime, however, let us prepare for battle.” Kazuha states, standing up with your hand in his. “I’ll help _ with their technique.”

#kazuha x reader #kazuha x gender neutral reader #ayato x reader #ayato x gender neutral reader #ayato #kazuha #signora #kujou sara #sayu #gorou #kokomi

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Hey, Klint! Welcome to the Internet. I have two questions for you, if that's alright?

1. Do you have any silly nicknames? I've seen your brother go by ziekkyboy.

2. I am DYING to know everything about how you hooked yourself up to the Internet from the afterlife. Can you please give me an explanation with as much technical details as possible? 🙏 I want every juicy little bit!

Miss Sara Nerdnag-

I am Lord Klint van Zieks, Crown Prosecutor of London in service to Her Royal Majesty the Queen. I expect you to know the correct form of address. There is no need to speak of what form of address the little... winged creature, or whatever it is, seems to think is acceptable.

As for the technology, now that I am more than happy to elaborate upon! London - and most of the British Empire - primarily has its communication facilitated fastest by telegraphy, specifically needle telegraphy. I trust you're already familiar with how it works. Tumblr itself is being managed out of one of the telegraphy companies, although I'm quite impressed that they were able to get connectivity in and out of Japan. I understand that they are using submarine cables, copper and electricity wrapped in rubber and latex.

The new Ministers of Foreign Affairs, it seems, have been busy. From what I understand, while telegraphy has been mostly handled by the various postal services, internet - and by extension, Tumblr - is a different matter altogether. The postal service is simple: you enclose who you are, your address, your message, the intended recipient, and their address into an envelope or telegram, and it makes its way to whom it is decided.

The internet, however, is much more complicated. Not only is there far more information that needs to be gathered and transmitted, it must be distributed in a much more widespread manner. What time you sent the message, what time the message is seen, to whom you wish it to be seen by, what your message is, your account information, and all sorts of other information.

This information, once enclosed in such a way that it is not intercepted and modified, must make its way back to the host network - in this case Tumblr - and redistributed to all others on the network, in a timely fashion. What, then, if your location changes? A message for Lady Mikotoba should reach her if she is in Japan or in England. It instead does not locate to her physical address, but to the virtual location of her Tumblr account.

Even so, it must be more complicated than that! It is not a matter of delivering messages in a timely fashion: any message I would send would not reach the recipient as soon as possible, but instead reaches them when they open Tumblr and ask to see what has been posted and sent to them in their absence.

Tumblr then must take all the information they have received, find out what of that information must be given to the user in question, and return it without anything being modified. How, then, can it be sure that it is you speaking to me, and not someone only claiming to be you? At a post office, they might get to know your face, and the faces of those you allow to speak in your stead.

It is my understanding that currently, we are using a protocol known as IPv4, to connect. So long as I am using the same IP address and the same account credentials, it can be trusted that I am myself. My own IP address, when I query my network credentials, is 192.168.10.5. I should not share my account credentials, obviously, but that IP address is the equivalent of my physical home address, only telling you as much as where I live.

So when my query for information reaches Tumblr, they know to send me the posts and messages and questions meant for me.

But I suppose that wasn't quite what you were asking. You asked how I might myself gain access to the internet, and to Tumblr, even though I am a ghost and have been deceased for a decade.

It was actually through the genius of several people, a very odd creature I had to explain to Balmung is off-limits to hunting, and the determination of the dead to speak to the living. While here in the West, the existence of the dead being in our own way sapient and sentient is a hotly debated topic, our good friends in the Far East have already settled this matter.

In fact, it was Detective Asogi who brought to me this information: he told tale once of a clan known as the Ayasato, shrine maidens turned spirit mediums and channelers, able to speak to the dead and bridge the gap of the veil. So, from there, it must be reasoned that should someone who is dead and someone who is alive wish greatly to speak with each other, it should be no more complicated than trying to speak to someone through a thick wall, with only a minuscule hole that transmits light but not sound.

If one side can reach a cable and push it through, they must indeed trust that the other side will reach back and pull it through. They must then trust that the other side will do their part, and they will both work to connect an agreed-upon device to both ends, and only pray that it might work.

The one who pens under the name of John Wilson should take most of the credit: all that was needed was someone soon to die, who understood enough of the device and its installation to recreate it on the other side of the veil, and connect it properly. If both sides configured the device correctly, it would be able to transmit and receive information, exactly like a needle telegraph from across the sea.

A person soon to die was easily found, if admittedly because of circumstances and factors I would rather wish not be the case. A man who escaped justice, already condemned to die at the hands of the Reaper, agreed that should he die, he would do what he could to recreate the device - a router, so named because it routes messages - on this side of the veil.

Fortunately for that particular man, we the dead are perfectly capable of taking notes on blueprints, and by the time the Reaper had his little joke, most of the router was already complete. What we needed, the reason why we couldn't fully configure our end alone, was a means of actually passing through the veil, transmitting messages from one router to another.

The man died holding the cable, and when he appeared to us in the clothes he died in, he was still holding it. We connected it, we configured the agreed-upon IPv4 address through static routing-information-protocol, we pinged the router we knew had been constructed in the daylight, and we watched it return our pings.

From there, it took us some time to expand upon our network. We could speak to one router through a static, established connection: it knew our IP address, and we knew its. We needed connectivity farther out, we needed a means of ensuring our messages did not break down in transit, we needed more power to keep our router functional.

We weren't truly able to communicate through more than Morse code, at first. On, off, on, off. And even that would get jumbled! There were delays that we couldn't predict, so parts of our messages would come through at incorrect times, making anagrams. We needed a method of securing our information in the correct order.

We found it through IPv4's packet structure, which also had to compensate for submarine cables, and through using RIP round-robin routing. So every time I go to query tumblr, it sends one packet out, waits for an acknowledgement, and then sends out the next. This has gone well to reduce failed connectivity, and that took us several months of troubleshooting.

Fortunately, our correspondent on the other side of the veil wasn't losing faith in us, even when it was hours between signals of activity. It was obvious we were communicating back, just having issues with consistency. Once we were able to get that far, we had to properly encrypt our messages, so that they wouldn't be altered in transit. Even if they were damaged, it would be possible to reverse-engineer them into a message that made sense.

Admittedly, we would have been here much sooner if encryption was not an issue, given that we could not exactly voice any concerns or discuss the final plans, but eventually we settled on AES 128, which was a nightmare to set up but did work out eventually.

Once we got that far, catastrophe struck, and our cables started to break. In a stroke of genius, our living correspondent hooked us up to a telephone signal, which transmitted our signals into audio instead of simple electric pulses, known as dialup technology. Then, it was only a matter of agreeing on a code, and creating a device that would translate what it heard into symbols.

This solved our issue of incomprehensible anagrams permanently: voices and audio came through consistently enough that it would stop colliding with other bits of information in the network passageways and cables.

Once that was solved, just a couple days ago, we were finally up in proper communication, and set to testing everything we could, and now here I am, with a Tumblr of my very own, and I can finally say hello to everyone!

Yours in delighted correspondence,

Prosecutor van Zieks

#Questions.#nerdnag

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The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 22 - Climbing the Ladder

It's practice time at La Coppia Serena! But first, Hilary has requested to speak to Ophelia in the Laurents' office. Ophelia doesn't get to talk to the Laurents in person much, so it's either good news or bad news. Fingers crossed.

Hilary: Thank you for taking the time to speak to me, dear.

Ophelia: Of course. I feel like I hardly ever get to talk to you and Hector, you’re both so busy.

Hilary: One of the pitfalls of being business owners, I suppose.

Hilary: How has practice been? I hope Drew and Moses have been welcoming.

Ophelia: It's going great, they're both really talented. I’ve learned a lot from them.

Hilary: I’m pleased to hear that. They’ve had nothing but nice things to say about you as well.

Hilary: You’ve met Tiff, who we are currently planning on having fill the permanent singer position. How has she been?

Ophelia: Uh, I haven’t talked to her much since we met with Penny and Miko.

Hilary: I see. Well, that’s part of the reason I called you in.

Hilary: When Tiff takes over the singer position, Anaya will become lead violinist. That would leave a spot on our string team open. You’ve been practicing, correct?

Ophelia: Yes, I’m level 7 now.

Hilary: Color me impressed.

Hilary: Are you still interested in working with us full-time? Hector and I have spoken and we'd like to offer you a permanent position as a violinist after the Pizzazz wedding. We can offer a 15% pay increase from your current salary. There’s also opportunities for advancement.

Ophelia: I’d love to. Can I give the Blue Velvet a few days notice so they’re able to fill my spot? They’ve been really good to me, I feel I owe them.

Hilary: That’s absolutely fine. I’ll finalize your onboarding paperwork and we can go from there. Welcome to the team, Ophelia.

Xander: Hey, sounds like Lemon Cake joined the fam! I knew you would. You should have seen Hil last night, she was all worried you’d say no.

Hilary: Alexander, shouldn’t you be at the restaurant?

Xander: It’s 11 AM. Not the best time to get juiced.

Xander: For your information, I came to restock the bar, but I wanted to check in with my favorite big sister first.

Hilary: I’m your only sister period.

Xander: Well it’s a good thing you’re my favorite then! It'd be embarrassing if you weren't.

Hilary: Ophelia, I see you’ve met my younger brother. Xander, you remember Miss Lemon.

Xander: How could I forget my third favorite patron?

Ophelia: I need to work on my ranking.

Xander: I'm not gonna lie, I can be bribed.

Xander: Drew and Moses and I were just talking about going bowling later to celebrate you joining the team officially. You in?

Hilary: I told you not to tell people yet, Alexander.

Xander: Trusting me with a secret was her first mistake.

Ophelia: Bowling sounds fun. I’m in.

Hilary: Xander, please go restock the bar so I can finish talking to my new employee.

Xander: Okay, okay. I can take a hint.

Hilary: That wasn’t a hint, that was a full-on order.

Xander: See ya sis, later Lemon Merengue Pie!

Hilary: I apologize for him.

Ophelia: It’s okay, he’s a really fun guy.

Hilary: That’s the consensus. I’m glad his job is more fun than mine, at least.

Ophelia: Do you want to join us for bowling? It’d be nice to get to know one of my new bosses better!

Hilary: That’s sweet, hun, but Hector and I have Family Night with the kids today. They’ll be disappointed their uncle can’t make it though.

Ophelia: What if you all came? You guys can bond, the kids can see Uncle Xander, and we can do some team building. Multitasking!

Hilary: We wouldn’t want to impede on your fun. You’re young adults, you don’t want to hang out with your two boring bosses and their kids.

Ophelia: Hey, you’re not boring! You just have to work super hard to make sure we all get paid. That’s pretty cool if you ask me.

Ophelia: We’d have to do separate lanes anyway, so we could all do our own thing and then mingle in between sets.

Hilary: Well, we haven’t taken the kids bowling in quite some time. They’d probably enjoy it more than Don’t Wake the Llama. I’ll talk to Hector but no promises.

Ophelia: Great, see you at the bowling alley!

Hilary: I just said I'd have to see-

Ophelia: I gotta get to practicing with the band, we’ll chat tonight!

Hilary: These young people are going to put me in an early grave.

#The Sims #The Sims 4 #The Sims 4 Legacy #The Lemon Legacy #TS4 #The Sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 #generation 1 #ophelia #hilary #xander

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ao3 first lines

Rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

I barely ever post on here, but @ml-nolan tagged me so I guess I’m playing now

Oh leave him, Johnny, leave him!

The Magnus Archives (Jonathan Sims/Elias Bouchard and Jonathan Sims/Martin Blackwood)

Jon had read many books in his life. Actually, many might be an understatement. A whole lot of books might be more correct. A ton of books. Probably an uncountable number of books. Anyway. The point was, Jon had a lot of experience in reading books. He had read all sorts. But never had he read one that gave him the impression of wasting his time as much as this one.

Christ, what an awful book.

What a wonderful world this will be

The House in the Cerulean Sea - T.J. Klune (Linus Baker/Arthur Parnassus)

If someone asked Linus who he thought was the most confident person he knew, he wouldn’t hesitate a single second. It was Arthur. Arthur, who was always so certain about what he was doing, about the decisions he took, about what the right words were in complex situations.

Because Arthur was wise. Arthur always considered everything under every angle imaginable before making a decision. And if he ever felt like he wasn’t the best judge about something, he would ask Zoe or Linus for advice and trust them completely, without a trace of doubt.

Arthur was the most confident person Linus knew.

Except right now, where Arthur was the complete opposite of confident.

Oh good God, let me give you my life

The Magnus Archives (Jonathan Sims/Martin Blackwood)

When he had become the Archivist, Jon had thought the presence of his God in his head was overwhelming. The constant need for more knowledge, the incessant push of new information dropped directly in his thoughts, the difficulty to control his powers…

It was nothing compared to what he was living now.

We'll drink and dance with a hullabaloo

The Magnus Archives (Jonathan Sims/Elias Bouchard)

Jon was going to kill Georgie. Well… If her illness didn’t kill her first. And if boredom hadn’t killed him too.

To be fair, he wasn’t really mad, just particularly annoyed. He hated going to balls on his own, and he would have never agreed to attend this one if she hadn’t said she’d come too. But apparently, staying in bed to recover from a bad cold was more important to her than helping her best friend.

Alright, maybe he was exaggerating a little.

For the voyage is long and the winds don't blow

The Magnus Archives (Jonathan Sims/Elias Bouchard)

There were many things Elias looked forward to when he came back from one of his missions. Of all of them, this had to be the one he loved most.

Opening the door to their bedroom had been difficult enough with Jon practically glued to his chest, seeking his lips constantly for more kisses. It didn’t help that he had decided to start unbuttoning Elias’ uniform before they had even closed the door behind them.

I should have worshipped you sooner

The Magnus Archives (Jonathan Sims/Martin Blackwood)

The temple was impressive. Its massive front doors were framed by large stone columns supporting a pediment ornamented with various owl figures surrounding a giant eye. Next to the building, Martin looked minuscule. He felt so. That was probably the point, he thought. A simple reminder that humans were nothing compared to the Gods. The effect was all the more impressive with the growing darkness of the evening.

Must I pretend that I am someone else for all time?

The Magnus Archives (Jonathan Sims/Elias Bouchard and one-sided Jonathan Sims/Martin Blackwood)

Jon heavily drops himself in his seat, in front of his dressing table. He closes his eyes for an instant. He doesn’t want to see his reflection right now, not just yet. He still wants to pretend it was a normal day. In many ways, it has been a normal day. Nothing he has done today was out of the ordinary. Still, he feels more exhausted than usual. His body is sore in the same way as any other day, but his soul aches on its own for a reason he doesn’t want to unpack. Not now. For the moment, he just wants to bask in the safety of his room.

How Time Flies

The Magnus Archives (Jonathan Sims/Martin Blackwood)

As consciousness gradually crept in, Jon could feel the growing intensity of a sharp pain in his chest. He didn’t want to wake up.

Head empty, only jmart baby

The Magnus Archives (Jonathan Sims/Martin Blackwood)

Nothing could have prepared Jon for the intense feeling of love that passed through him every time he looked at Martin.

Nothing could have prepared him for the absolute adoration he felt for his daughter from the first time he had held her in his arms.

Nothing could have prepared him for the sight he had now in front of him.

Words of Love

The Magnus Archives (Jonathan Sims/Martin Blackwood)

It had been a slow day. They had spent the whole morning in bed, cuddling lazily. Around lunchtime, they had decided to go for a picnic next to the loch a few miles away from the nearby town. It wasn’t a big loch, but it usually took them a good hour and a half to walk around it. About halfway through their stroll, they had decided to take a rest to eat and watch the beautiful view they had from the bank. They had placed their blanket in a grassy patch near the water, and the sound of their laughs resonated through the sunny sky.

Uuuuuuh I don’t know who to tag, I don’t come here often enough, so uh, @mikecrewsteacup I guess?

Please come talk to me, I need more friends on this app

#the magnus archives #the house in the cerulean sea #jonmartin #jonelias #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #elias bouchard #linus baker #arthur parnassus #tma podcast #thitcs

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empressofthesunwriter · 1 year

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Isekai'd as Chloe

You were watching Miraculous Ladybug on your phone as your bus got hit by a truck. You died, it sucks. But a godly being gives you the chance to start anew in a brand new world. Sadly it's Miraculous, with all the plotholes, and flat characters, and don't forget worshipped while being a sexual abuser Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir. Could your day get any worse? You shouldn't have asked because you were reborn as Chloe and forgot who Papillion was. Someone wanted to see you suffer, that was sure! But you wouldn't give them the satisfaction. It was time to throw canon out of the window and make Miraculous a better show or in your case world!

Main Pairing: Reader/Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng

I made a little mistake last chapter. The chapter took place Saturday and I wrote that Reader and Sabrina would see each other tomorrow at school. But it’s a Sunday XD I will correct it when I have time, just telling you it’s Sunday, no school, but not Akuma free you will see. ;D

Chapter 7: Times change

When you woke up the next day, you felt well-rested. After the whole rollercoaster of emotions, it was yesterday you earned a good sleep.

You stretched yourself and started to grab your phone from the night table. That’s when your fingers brushed something wooden.

You frowned, checking what it was.

A little familiar box from the show was beside your phone and a letter.

Suddenly you remember what had happened yesterday and started to grin.

So Master Fu did break into the Agreste household, getting Plagg back and in your hands.

Giddy you sat up.

Ah, it was so awesome!

First, you read the letter.

It said: “Dear [Y/N], Plagg is informed about your situation, so you don’t need to explain anything. We reached also out to Tikki and she will inform Marinette that you two should meet up at the Eifeltower this morning at 10 a.m. It’s better that Marinette meets you before an Akuma attack begins and learns to trust you. If anything is troubling you don’t forget to call me. M. Fu”

You checked the time and let out a sign.

Thank god you woke up earlier.

You had time till to meet Marinette aka. Ladybug.

Time enough to get familiar with Plagg and have breakfast.

That was good.

But first, you destroyed the letter. You could never be more careful.

After it was just tiny paper slips, you opened the box with your Miraculous.

You saw for a moment the ring of the black cat, then a glowy green orb floated from it, encircling you.

You let out a little ah.

Then the orb stopped before you and took the form of a yawing Plagg.

“Good morning, Plagg, it’s an honor to meet you!”, you greeted him excitedly.

The kwami of Destruction just stretched himself, then blinked at you.

“Wow, Dimee and Khee really have gone beyond to be assholes, must suck to live in the body of Miss Mayor Brat.”, he stated nonchalantly. “But it explains why you suddenly did a 360-grade change in personality.”

You admin, you were a bit disappointed. Not even a greeting? Just stating the obvious?

If you were an anime a sweatdrop would appear on your forehead.

“Do you want some camembert?”, you just asked.

At least that got Plagg excited and you called up room service to prepare breakfast for you and a plate of camembert for your kwami.

When it arrived, you already were dressed for the day with your new Miraculous on your ring finger. It had taken a nice design and it didn’t resemble Adrien’s version one bit.

You enjoyed the tower of pancakes, while Plagg stuffed himself full of camembert.

God, how could he like the stinky cheese so much?

You made small talk with each other.

“Are you really okay with me being your new holder?”

“If what Fu said is right, what Adrien would have done in the future, then yes I am. Don’t get me wrong, I like the kid, but if he takes such a dark path because he can’t accept a No from a girl, then I’m happy I got out of time.”

“All right, if you say so. Did you meet others like me before?”

“Dimensionwanderer? Yeah. You are actually my second partner who is one.”

“Really?! Who was it before me? Where did they come from? Did they live a happy life in the end?!”

“Woah, slow down, girl, chew, before you ask questions. It was also a girl, but she was here reborn as a boy. You can imagine what mental stress and body diaspora it gave her. She was one of my kittens who worried me the most, but we managed. It was in Ancient Egypt.”

“What really?! One Akuma in the future will be a copy of the Pharaoh whom Ancient Egypt Ladybug fought. So she had a female cat with her, how cool!”

“How will this happen, girl?”

“Oh well, there will be soon an exhibition in the Louvre about it.”

“Well, then we go there and I will tell you more about my kitten Sanura.”

“Aww, please give me a tiny spoiler.”

You both kept on bickering and it was quite fun. You felt it in your gut. You and Plagg would get along.

Then it was time to transform and meet Ladybug.

It was so simple to say the transformation phrase, but it was so difficult to open the eyes.

You had transformed before your mirror, so you could see yourself, yet you were scared.

What if transformed you didn’t look like yourself again?

Could you survive it?

It was inconvenient that you hadn’t much time left to meet Ladybug. You could stand here for another hour or so.

You were really freaking out!

“Come on, [Y/N], don’t be a coward. Just like a bandaid!”, you encouraged yourself.

So you opened your eyes.

And it was like the whole of Paris heard the happy, relieved, and tearful shout of a young girl.

Ladybug stood with crossed arms in one of the beams of the Eifeltower.

This whole day started crazy!

Tikki just told her that Chat Noir wouldn’t be anymore her partner and that she would get today a new one, was freaking her out.

Who decides this?

Why did this happen?

Her kwami had been all cryptic, just saying that with time she would understand. It wasn’t the right time.

Well, Marinette didn’t have a lot of time today too.

Her parents would celebrate their 20 anniversary with a fancy lunch date and she needed to finish her homework fast, so she would be punctual at Trocadéro, where Alix and Kim would have their race today.

Also, Adrien would be there!

She could amaze him with her self-made banner, she was sure! Yet thinking this made her remember how little her self-made scarf had mattered to him.

The pigtailed girl shook her head.

No, this was Chloe getting to her with her strange words.

Adrien…he didn’t do it on purpose. He was too sweet for this world, too pure.

Yeah, that was it…

That’s when she heard someone land beside her.

Prepared for anything Ladybug turned to the intruder and saw…you.

A breathtaking female cat, with the only similarity to Chat Noir, was the simple black mask with the green cat’s eyes.

You gave her a friendly smile and Ladybug felt the blush rising in her cheeks.

That…was new.

She never got shy around girls, but you…wow, you were practically glowing with happiness and satisfaction that you seemed out of this world.

In a good way!

Like a beautiful angel!

Ladybug blushed even more at her thoughts.

What was up with her?!

“Hello Ladybug!”, you greeted her with a sparkling smile and she swore her heart stopped for a second. You were just too beautiful! “I’m Calamity, it is an honor to meet you. I hope we can be partners and friends!”

You reached out with one hand to shake hers.

She blinked like in trance and took your hand in her. It was like you burned her…but in a good way.

“Hi.”, she croaked out. She mentally scolded herself to get a grip. Chat Noir never made her react this way, so why you?! “I admit…I’m a bit shocked to have a new cat on my side…but I trust my Kwami…so…to a good partnership?”

“To a good partnership.”, you agreed.

“All right. If you have time, we should do a short patrol to get to know each other better.”, she suggests.

You agreed and you both were off.

All your way over to Trocadéro with Sabrina, you were grinning so brightly and happy that Sabrina actually asked you if you had taken some kind of drug.

This only added to your happiness, that she could joke with you already like that, giving her a cheek kiss, which shut her up shocked.

Chloe never showed her any signs of affection, so her brain had to reboot.

You just took the time to remember how awesome patrol with Ladybug had been. The first few minutes it was clear that she expected you to act like Chat Noir, goofy, head-in-the-clouds, non-serious, but you surprised her.

You listen to every word she said, try to give your own input, and never did you flirt or make a stupid joke or pun.

After patrol ended she seemed pretty happy with you, that’s when you flirted a bit and told her she had a pretty smile.

Work was over so you could do it now.

She blushed so cutely at this, that you cooed at her. Also, you were so damn happy.

Seems like Ladybug/Marinette liked your true self! Maybe you could somehow date her and Luka.

But you wanted to first have with her a real friendship, before trying to romance her. And you had to tell Luka and Marinette that you were polyamorous or it could never work out.

You would see when the time came, for now, you were happy that all was good.

Marinette accepts you as her new partner. You both worked well together. Plagg was happy with you too and Sabrina grow more confident.

Yep, it was a good day.

Now you only had to prevent Alix from turning today into Timebreaker.

Sabrina and you finally reached Trocadéro, where all your classmates, besides Marinette and Alix, were there already. Kim was doing some over-the-top exercises to warm himself up, and you had to bite your lip to not laugh out loud.

Rose, the sweetheart, was the only one of your classmates who greeted you and Sabrina. She would have hugged you for sure if Juleka didn’t hold into her shoulders.

You both greeted back and tried to ignore the looks of your other classmates. There was still a lot of distaste, and distrust in them.

You would give them time.

You didn’t expect that they would want to be your friends after all the shit Chloe had pulled for years.

So Sabrina and you choose a place where you wouldn’t much disturb the others, yet could still cheer for the race.

That’s when you noted, that Adrien was missing.

Uh, did he in the canon time only come to the race since as Chat Noir he could break out from the mansion? Well, shit, seems like no Adrien today then.

A part of you did feel bad. No one, not even Mister I-Don’t-Respect-A-No should live like a prisoner in his own house/mansion.

You needed to get him out there fast.

Even more so, since he couldn’t anymore break out without Plagg.

Suddenly you hear delightful shouts and praises.

Ah, Marinette finally arrived, presenting proud her self-made banner. You and Sabrina applauded, you were pretty sure, Marinette wouldn’t take your praise as praise.

But she didn’t even notice you, since her eyes searched for, well you wanna guess?

Right, Adrien!

She looked like a kicked puppy to Alya, who just shrugged her shoulders. Marinette signed in defeat.

If only she knew that it was better to let Adrien go! You needed to destroy the Love Square!

…Was it even squared anymore, since Chat Noir was out?

“You all picked the wrong side to cheer on.”, yelled Kim loudly over everyone. “Looks like Alix isn't even showing up! Probably too chicken to race an extreme athlete like me.”

“Spoke too soon, Kim.”

There was the star of today and potentially Akuma, Alix! Everyone cheers her on.

“Your ridiculous bets are over. I'm gonna leave you in the dust, meathead!”

“You're no match for me. My neck is bigger than your thigh.”

You mumbled the same thing to Sabrina, that Alya did to Marinette: “Is that a good thing?”

Sabrina giggles cutely. You are happy that you can joke around with her. She is really a lot better since she started therapy.

Max comes between Kim and Alix and pushes them away from each other.

“Let's review the official rules.”, the glass wearer begins. “Two laps around the fountains; approximately 500 yards. The first one over the line's declared the victor! If Kim triumphs, Alix will relinquish her rollerblades to him. If Alix triumphs, Kim will be prohibited from making another dare for the rest of the school year.”

Nearly everyone shouts no more dares and such, then when Alix and Kim make themselves race ready, you make yourself ready too.

As you know Alix will give Alya her watch, which is actually the rabbit’s Miraculous, Alya hands it to Marinette and she would let it fall on the ground if Adrien didn’t catch it.

Since Adrien isn’t here, you would do it.

It plays out just like you remember from the show.

You can practically see how it falls in slow motion, till it lands securely in your hand.

“Oh dear, that was close.”, say’s Sabrina.

Marinette starts at you in disbelief.

“Chloe?”

“Marinette.”, you answer simply and put the watch in your purse. In it sits Plagg eating his camembert, eyeing the watch curiously. You close your purse to be extra safe so that nothing happens to it.

“Chloe!”, repeats Marinette in an accusing tone of voice. You kinda expected it. “That’s Alix’s watch you can’t just pocket it, give it back!”

“I’m not pocketing it, I’m keeping it save for Alix.”, you explain.

“Hah, you want me to believe that?!”

You sign and rub your temple. Sabrina looks worried between you and the angry Marinette.

“Marinette, I know you don’t believe for one bit that I want to change and be a better person and that I’m truly sorry for all the things I did in the past, but you could, at last, give me the benefit of the doubt, please.”, you beg tired.

It was true that Marinette liked you as Calamity, but Chloe she still hated. How are you ever going to romance her with this disadvantage?

You all heard then how Alix won the race and Kim practically demanded a rematch. The girl couldn’t care less, she just asked Alya for her watch back.

Before Alya could respond to her, you walked over to Alix and handed her the watch.

“Here you are Alix.”, you said simply.

You swore, it was like the whole world stopped moving. All your classmates turned silent and you felt their disbelieving burning looks on your back. Alix herself stared at you her watch back to you.

“Erm…thanks, Chloe?”, made the skater girl sound like a question, blinking rapidly with you.

You heard how Kim whisper-shouted to your classmates: “Alien, what did I say?”

With a loud groan, you turned around, ready to again explain yourself, that’s when a giant white orb crashed into the building of the Trocadéro completely destroying it!

The destructive wave was so strong then nearly everyone fall down on the ground.

You coughed the dust from your lungs, which had formed after the destruction of the building.

What in the world was-?!

“Little kitty on a roof...”, you heard a familiar voice sing.

Your heart was in your throat, sweat was breaking out and you fearfully looked around.

No…

NO!

It couldn’t be?!

Alix was supposed to be the Akuma today and you prevent it!

“...all alone without his lady.”, the voice continues to sing.

The dust finally settles.

And you saw an Akuma who shouldn’t ever exist.

You feel like throwing up.

So much from preventing to destroying too much of the canon timeline, you should have gripped the stupid Miraculous Spellbook!

The Collector was nothing against…

“Chat…Noir?”, you heard Marinette whisper in disbelief.

No, you thought, that’s…

“Chat Blanc is awfully sorry to interrupt your little race my friends.”, purred the akumatized white cat. “I’m just searching for my lady, so we can fix anything!”

Chat Blanc grinned a cold smile and his blue eyes formally burned into your being.

How many of you have expected this? Be truthful :D

I hope you liked this plot twist!

Next chapter Calamity first Akuma fight against her predecessor Chat Blanc! *dum, dum, dum!*

Let’s hope Reader-Chan and Marinette can handle the crazy cat! :D

Also if you have time check out my DeviantArt there with bases I made my version of Reader-Chan and this Calamity ^^

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