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airi-p4 · 9 months

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It should have been me!

Hi! I wrote this short Adrien salt + Lukanette endgame fic a while ago. Enjoy?

Summary

Ladybug was mad, ENRAGED.

Yet- how come Chat Noir was the one akumatized instead, when everything was HIS FAULT? It should be her!

AO3

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This was so wrong!!

She should have been akumatized instead of him!

He was the one who deceived her!

And now Chat noir- Chat Blanc- was walking around trying to destroy her. And she, Ladybug, ran, jumping on the roofs of the Parisian buildings, and dodging destructive waves aiming for her.

So unfair!

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It all started when Chat Noir finally stopped his flirting.

"I understand you're not comfortable, so I'll stop. Besides, I'm in love with someone else now," he had said.

Ladybug was grateful. Really grateful. He finally seemed to take his job seriously and their teamwork improved. It was nice to see that he changed.

Now, she didn't have to roll her eyes at unsolicited advances or for not going on dates she never agreed to. Everything stood professional.

Until that night.

All because she had let her guard down and allowed her excited Marinette self say too much. How could she have imagined that…

"You look happy tonight, Ladybug" Chat Noir hummed. "Did something good happen?"

"Yes. Very good" she smiled widely.

"Oh? What is it?"

"I don't know if I should tell you, but I'm so excited and-"

"Oh?" He smiled and leaned his head to the side, showing curiosity. He imagined that she may have been accepted to her dream university as she mentioned before, but he was eager for her to tell him.

Until he actually heard it. It wasn’t what he had expected.

"I have a boyfriend," she confessed. "We've been close friends for a long time and I still can't believe we feel the same! He's amazing and the most caring boy I've ever met. I’m so happy! I love him very much!" She squealed.

And that's what unleashed the storm.

"No!" Chat Noir stood up aggressively. "You can't have a boyfriend! You're supposed to be with ME! We're meant for each other! I even restrained myself from telling you how much I love you or to kiss you because I know you like gentlemen and- you were supposed to fall for me! I worked so hard to impress you and try to get your attention!"

“What…?” She couldn't register what he was saying immediately, but when she did she couldn’t help but feel betrayed. "Are you saying… That everything until now was an act…? You were just pretending? I trusted you!"

The betrayal was too much to bear. And yet- he was the one getting akumatized? Again. For his selfishness and for not listening to her, as usual.

She was enraged. Hell! She should have been the akuma, not him!

But now - She needed help. All the help she could get.

The fox, the turtle, the ox, the mouse, the dog, the dragon, the snake, the rabbit...

And after a few second chances, they finally defeated the akuma and a purified butterfly flew away. Magical ladybugs did the rest to fix the massive damage caused by Chat Blanc- Chat Noir-, Paris’ former superhero after the events.

"No… M'lady…" he begged, but he could only watch as she walked away, leaving a trail of tears as she left Adrien Agreste sobbing on his own.

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"I can't believe it!" Marinette cried, secure in her boyfriend's arms. "All this time-! I thought he was finally maturing, becoming more professional- I really trusted him!"

Luka hummed and rubbed her back. He did wonders calming her down. How many times could have she been akumatized if it wasn't for him?

"And he was Adrien all this time… I can't believe I was so blind! I thought he was sweet, innocent and caring… I even called him perfect a few times, damn it!" She yelled in Luka's chest. "But no! He is none of those things! He's just selfish, disrespectful and irresponsible! I thought we were partners! I thought he would be happy for me when I told him about you!" She groaned. "Hell- he even congratulated us when I had the mask off! You figured out my identity on your own, without magic, just because you care about me…" she took a moment to look at Luka, her hand cupping his face softly and he hummed happily at the contact. She let her hands descend to his chest level, gripping his jacket, and sighed. "Chat, on the other hand, couldn't tell us apart despite his claims of being 'in love'. Ugh, what a joke…"

"You couldn't have known. You did the best you could, melody" Luka kept caressing her back in support.

"And he still got akumatized!" Marinette roared. "He completely betrayed my trust, Paris’ trust, our partnership! And still got offended because I have a boyfriend that makes me happy! Heck- I really should have been the one akumatized, not him!"

"Don't say that… I don't want you to get akumatized... Ever"

"I know…" She softened a bit at that. "But I'm so mad, Luka! I want to scream, to curse, to set a freaking dumpster on fire!" He groaned. "Maybe with a bit of luck his photos that used to be in my room are still there and I can kill two birds with one stone!"

That made Luka giggle. "Didn't you throw them out a long time ago?"

"I did! And I made sure not a single one of them remained! But now I wish there were still some so I could burn them to ashes!" She growled.

"You're funny even when you're rightfully angry," Luka laughed.

"I am rightfully angry! Very rightfully!" She pouted proudly and he chuckled. Cute. A moment later she blushed happily when he kissed her cheek.

"What are you going to do now? With the ring, I mean" he asked.

"I need to talk to Plagg first. Figure things out. And then, I think I'm going to keep the ring inside the box"

"Are you sure?"

"Well, I hope I can count on you if it ever becomes indispensable." She leaned in to give her boyfriend a kiss on his cheek.

"You can always count on me, Marinette. You know that" he smiled tenderly. "Especially if you ask me like this"

He leaned in to kiss her cheek and she giggled. Music to his ears.

"Thank you, Luka. I love you. You're the best boyfriend I could ever ask for. I'm so lucky" She kissed his lips, making herself comfortable in his lap.

Fin

#my fic #airip4 #adrien salt #lukanette fic #endgame lukanette

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pico-digital-studios · 4 months

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Into, Across and Beyond! Scripting: Prime Encounter

This scene was co-written with @mcgamejolter. The scene is also based on this animation by DedGrafic.

During Cosmic Discoveries, OMT!Tails was thrown into the Prime Sonic universe by Lost Memory Sonic and knocked out from the impact. A few moments later, Sonic Prime/Modern Sonic showed up, seeing the alternate version of his best bud lying on the floor.

Modern Sonic: Huh? What's up with the blue shoes? Yo, Tails!

As he knelt down to have a closer look, another portal opened behind him, prompting him to leap out of the way as LM!Sonic showed up.

LM!Sonic: Urgh... You could've just stayed out of my business, Prower, and you managed to screw up even THAT.

He held OMT!Tails up by his ankle.

LM!Sonic: You should never have become the hero of your world. You're a mistake, child.

OMT!Tails (in a daze): Uh... Mom, I don't wanna go to school today... I've got a headache...

LM!Sonic: You're an abomination, a danger to others AND to yourself.

On cue, Sonic Prime sped right through him, moving OMT!Tails to a safe position before going back to confront his alternate self.

Sonic Prime: Hey, man. If you're part of Eggman's new army of creepy eyes, you'd better hit the hay if you know what's-!

LM!Sonic promptly bashed him out of the way.

LM!Sonic: SILENCE!

Once Sonic Prime impacted with a tree, his hands were quickly restrained via energy spheres.

LM!Sonic: To think you're the "Prime" version of myself. Disgusting... You once fragmented this reality, creating wars between dimensions and threatening thousands of lives. There's not much difference between you and this two-tailed freak; you're both ticking time bombs that could wreak havoc on reality.

Sonic Prime: Oh, brother. I found someone even grumpier than Shadow. Hey, what's up with you beefing about the whole Shatterverse incident that happened a while ago?!

Shadow Prime arrived on the scene.

Shadow Prime: Well, to be fair, he's right.

Sonic Prime: Hey, wow!

Shadow Prime (to LM!Sonic): However, that still doesn't justify why you've come here. So I suggest you leave now!

LM!Sonic glared at Shadow Prime hatefully, seeing ANY Shadow being his big berserk button.

LM!Sonic: Get out of my way! That sorry excuse of a sidekick is coming with me!

Shadow Prime: So it's the kid you want, huh?

Sonic Prime: Hey, now. I don't want another Nine situation, so I hope you're not thinking about giving Tails to red eyes over there-!

Right then and there, Shadow Prime charged at LM!Sonic as they engaged in combat.

Sonic Prime (genuinely surprised): Huh. I'm... I'm actually surprised.

As the fight went on, OMT!Tails wearily woke up, noticing Sonic Prime restrained.

OMT!Tails: Oh? Hang on! I'll get you down from there.

He disabled the spheres, letting Sonic come back down to terra-firma.

Sonic Prime: Thanks, dude! So... alternate universes... Tell me about it.

OMT!Tails: You know, I remember seeing you a few months back. Weren't you being chased by that robot that wanted the Paradox Prism?

Sonic Prime: Metal X? Yeah, that would be me.

OMT!Tails gasped in awe, his thoughts ultimately confirmed.

OMT!Tails: So you ARE Prime Sonic!

Sonic Prime: The one and only! Fastest thing alive with no-one to serve except the wind that flows free! What more can I ask for than the freedom to go wherever I want! Well... Except, it's clean-up duty again. Someone's gotta fix the mess Baldy McNosehair did.

OMT!Tails: Heh, figures. So, will Shadow be alright trying to fight off that psychopath on his own?

Sonic Prime: Shadow? Oh, please! He's fought a giant lizard and an alien god trying to destroy humanity. What else could some edgy-looking version of myself possibly do?

OMT!Tails: I mean, there's all sorts of variations of you out there, several of which have got this huge Society aiming to keep the wider multiverse safe!

Sonic Prime: So I've heard. I gotta admit, it's really weird seeing hedgehogs that look like me but with different-coloured fur across those multiversal stretches. Speaking of that... is it me, or was that a version of Nine I saw the other day?

OMT!Tails: It sure was!

Sonic Prime: So, where do you plan to go from here? Besides obviously running from that psycho.

OMT!Tails: Well, I've still got some more work to be doing with my own multiversal team once I get moving again.

On cue, LM!Sonic was kicked close to the two.

LM!Sonic: H-How is he so strong...?! This isn't fair! He should've fallen by now!

And fittingly, Shadow Prime kicked him right in the face.

Shadow Prime: Leave now, freak, unless you want me to kick your ass a second time.

Sonic Prime: (to Shadow) Nice work, Shadow! (to OMT!Tails) See? Told ya he could beat him no problem!

OMT!Tails: Heh, sweet!

LM!Sonic got up, frustrated.

LM!Sonic: You weren't even giving it your all! Urgh, Maria would be so ashamed of-.

OMT!Tails: Woah woah woah WOAH! Haven't you even researched the golden rule related to Shadows?

LM!Sonic: Enlighten me, "genius".

OMT!Tails: Do. NOT. Mention. Maria. Out loud. When Shadow is in proximity!

Shadow Prime cracked his knuckles, not at all chuffed with this version of Sonic speaking foul of Maria.

Shadow Prime: So unless you're looking for a death wish, leave our world... and never come back!

LM!Sonic: Fine, then! (to OMT!Tails) But this isn't over, fox! I'll get you yet!

LM!Sonic made his retreat through another portal.

Sonic Prime: Aaaand we'll never see him again.

Shadow Prime: You'd better get back to wherever you came from, Tails. We're not looking to get involved in whatever situation this is.

OMT!Tails: Yeah, that's a good call.

OMT!Tails prepared to leave.

OMT!Tails: Oh, yeah. Before I go, if it at least helps you feel a little better, Shadow, there's always at least one universe where she's alright. Well, see you both around!

OMT!Tails left, Shadow Prime being left to process Tails's words.

Shadow Prime: You know... I prefer him over Nine any day.

Sonic Prime: Oh, come on! Nine wasn't that bad either!

The two began running off.

Shadow Prime: Yeah, but at least this Tails didn't try to kill us.

Sonic Prime: Uuurgh! You're never gonna live that down, are you?

Shadow Prime: Nope.

Sonic Prime: You know what? I shouldn't have asked.

#sonic exe #sonic the hedgehog #spider verse #sth #sonic #sonic fandom #sth au #sonic au #spider man #sonic prime

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mj-iza-writer · 4 months

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Sp special Containment part 9

If you are new to the Sp special containment story of just need an update go the hashtag sp special containment for the story. -MJ

In the meeting, the Director stood in front of everyone.

"Thankyou for coming, I know we are all busy, so I'll make it quick. It's in regards to our prisoner Mitch."

A collective groan erupted through the crowd.

"I know, I know. I'm having an issue with this subject though. You see, I messaged the leaders that we had him and needed guidance on next steps. They replied that I could do anything I wanted, but they recommended we destroy him", the Director sighed, "I can't bring myself to do it. I don't feel right. I didn't want to be responsible for him, but there is not enough to kill him."

Andy, Caretaker, and McGee looked at each other.

Caretaker raised his hand.

"Yes Caretaker", the Director sighed.

"What about Whumpee?", Caretaker questioned.

"This meeting is going to be my next step for this process, I wanted to get everyone's thoughts on this of course", the Director looked over the crowd, "we would separate the three from Mitch as much as possible, even keeping Mitch's containment far from them. If anyone is out, Mitch is not allowed to be out, and if Mitch is out, everyone else is to remain in their rooms. Mitch will remain fully restrained until he has earned enough trust from us."

Andy raised his hand, "who's taking care of him, I'm trying my best to juggle two of them, and Aramais has been patient, but I can't do this long term."

"Actually I watched you this morning during breakfast, and I noticed Mitch seemed to like Cass", the Director smiled at Cass, "Cass has agreed to give taking care of Mitch a try. I will expect you three to help Cass as much as you can, and of course Cass will not be allowed in that room alone, I'll always want a guard present like normal. This will be a trial run, if it doesn't work out, then we may have to destroy Mitch, I want to try though."

"No offense to Cass, but they're a junior..", Andy pointed out, "plus aren't you taking classes still Cass."

Cass nodded.

"Yes, but they have hope in Mitch and I need someone who is willing to try", the Director frowned, "I will communicate with the caregivers to answer more concerns in a second meeting. This is primarily to get the whole unit's thoughts on the matter. Looking through reports, besides sneaking into the facility and targeting Whumpee, he didn't do anything else. He knows how to control himself, he's not a mindless monster. I don't feel right about destroying him to make our lives easier."

A few more questions were answered.

"Okay I have papers by the door on the way out I want you to vote yes, no, or undecided. Sign your name so I can see that everyone voted. The undecided means you need more time or more information, you are welcome to come see me at any time", the Director explained.

"If there are no more questions, you are dismissed", the Director looked around, "okay, dismissed just vote and go about your business. I will let the four caregivers know when I want to see them."

The guard had fallen asleep while monitoring Jaimie. They rested their feet up on the command board, not realizing they hit the buzzer to Jaimie's door.

Jaimie sat up on the bed, expecting Mcgee to come in.

Curiosity got the best of her when no one came in, but the door was opened partially.

Jaimie tiptoed to the door and peaked out.

"No one?", Jaimie whispered.

Jaimie inched around the corner and looked into the monitor room.

"Haven't seen this yet, geesh, they can see everything", Jaimie tiptoed past not wanting to wake up the guard.

They looked around some of the halls, and didn't see anyone working.

"Everytime I've been out here it's busy. Where is everyone?", Jaimie wandered until they passed a vending machine, "hmm, chips. I want chips."

After the meeting Mcgee went into the monitor room.

"Wake up", Mcgee lightly slapped the guard's head, "you are supposed to be watching", Mcgee looked at the screens and saw the open door, "JAIMIE!!", Mcgee yelled.

In a panic, Mcgee slammed their fist down on the shutdown alarm.

Everyone jumped including Jaimie.

"I think they know. I'm in trouble", Jaimie gulped.

The Director came running, followed by Andy and Caretaker.

"What's happening?", the Director stopped Mcgee in one of the halls.

"The guard monitoring Jaimie fell asleep, he thinks he hit the buzzer when he rested his feet on the control panel. The door is open and Jaimie is gone", Mcgee frenzied.

"Shit", Andy looked around.

The Director was already on his way to the phone to do an overhead.

"Announcement, one of the human weapons has escaped their holding cell. The Weapon's name is Jaimie. They are normally friendly, but do not corner. They may be stressed because of the alarms and may attack. If you find them alert the guards and let them handle it", the Director called over the radio.

"Caretaker, Andy go to the monitor rooms of your respective weapons and stay their. Do not go in incase this was a planned escape, they may also become agitated by the alarm", the Director ordered, "Mcgee, work at finding her."

Cass came running past.

"Hey Cass, go to the monitor room of Mitch, but do not go into the room with him. Just stay in the monitor room", the Director ordered.

Cass nodded and went running.

Andy hurried into the monitor room, when he saw that Aramais was still in his room, he called the Director.

"Aramais is accounted for."

"Good, it sounds like Whumpee is okay as well. I will let you know when Jaimie is found", the Director hurried down a hall.

"I'm going to fire whoever let this happen", the Director frowned.

"Hey Aramais, are you doing okay", Andy spoke into the mic, "I'm glad you are awake and walking."

"I'm fine, these alarms are really annoying though", Aramais stood in front of the camera, "I have a bad headache from the tranquilizers."

"I'm sorry, once this is resolved I'll get you some medicine. I'm not allowed to go into your room", Andy frowned.

"Has something happened?", Aramais asked.

"Jaimie got out", Andy answered, "the guard accidentally freed her."

"Oh", Aramais sighed.

In Whumpee's monitor room Caretaker had just sat down.

"I'm getting too old for this excitement", he sighed to the guard, "Whumpee can you hear me?"

"It's so loud", Whumpee looked at the camera, "are we in danger?"

"No no. There is a problem, but it's being resolved", Caretaker tried to comfort, "just give the facility a few minutes."

"Okay", Whumpee frowned and covered their ears.

Jaimie followed a familiar scent.

"This looks like my monitor room, I wonder who is in here", Jaimie tiptoed.

'Whumpee', Jaimie grinned to themself, 'Oh Caretaker is in here, he'll help me.'

Jaimie entered the room, "excuse me."

The guard and Caretaker turned quickly.

"Oh. Jaimie... hello", Caretaker was quick to respond, but couldn't hide the shakiness in their voice, "the facility is looking for you."

"I kind of figured with the alarms", Jaimie came in farther, but stopped when they noticed the guard trying to reach for their tranquilizer gun, "please don't I'm not going to attack. I made a mistake, I was hoping Caretaker would help me."

Caretaker stood, "they won't shoot you, I promise, what do you need help with?"

"I'm a little lost, but I also want chips", Jaimie smiled.

"Okay, we can definitely do that. Are you okay with returning to your room after we get chips?", Caretaker looked at the guard.

"Yes please, I don't like it out here", Jaimie grinned.

Caretaker looked at the guard again, "could you please call the director and let him know I'll be returning Jaimie to her holding cell in a few minutes. We need to get chips", Caretaker looked at Jaimie, "let him know Jaimie is going willingly and doesn't need any sedations, just don't crowd her."

"Yes sir", the guard turned quickly to make the call.

Jaimie happily skipped beside Caretaker as they made their way to the vending machine.

"What kind of chips do you like?", Caretaker tried to make small talk.

"I really like cheetos and barbecue", Jaimie smiled, "but I'm not picky."

"Oh", Caretaker chuckled, "how about since you are doing so good you can get two bags of chips to snack on."

"Really, I would like that", Jaimie skipped some more.

Some people walked by, and gave a panicked look to Caretaker.

Caretaker smiled and gave them a thumbs up.

Jaimie leaned against the door of the vending machine as the bags fell, she smiled as she started opening one of the bags.

"Thankyou", Jaimie giggled as she started to eat.

"You're welcome Jaimie, now let's get you back to Mcgee", Caretaker smiled as he carried the second bag of chips.

They entered the area by Jaimie's room and noticed a crowd of guards.

Jaimie stopped quickly and gave a frightful glance.

Caretaker turned, "are you okay?"

"The guards, I didn't mean to", Jaimie looked around.

Caretaker looked around, "okay", he whispered.

"Guards stand down, Jaimie made a mistake and is willingly going back. Please back up and give her room as you are making her nervous", Caretaker stepped forward.

"All guards take a few steps back, I'd rather we'd do this without incident", the Director stood in the middle of the room, "if Jaimie is going willingly let her go."

Jaimie looked around nervously, "where's Mcgee?"

"I'm right here", Mcgee came behind them, "I got the message and rushed over."

Caretaker handed the second bag of chips to Mcgee, "she wanted some snacks and came along."

Mcgee smiled, "thankyou so much Caretaker. Are you ready Jaimie?"

Caretaker nodded, "you're welcome, you did a good job Jaimie, enjoy your chips."

Jaimie nodded and followed Mcgee to the door.

Mcgee came out a few minutes later.

"The human weapon has been recovered and is now locked away", Mcgee grinned.

"Thank goodness", the Director sighed, "everyone look around and make sure everything is in place. If you find anything that the human weapon has done, I expect a report immediately."

"As for the guard who caused this", the Director frowned at the person, "report to my office in one hour, we need to talk."

The person gulped.

"Dismissed", the Director looked around the group, "Mcgee if Jaimie needs anything please let me know. Please tell her she did a good job under these circumstances. I'm going to turn off the alarm."

"Cass these alarms are killing me", Mitch complained, "I can't even block my ears."

"I'm sorry, hopefully a few more minutes", Cass spoke into the mic.

Mitch frowned.

"What are some ways to elleviate stress", Cass asked through the mic, "you are a trainer right? Pretend I'm your student. I'm extremely shy and awkward, and I get stressed easily. How would you help me?"

"What", Mitch was dumbfounded.

"I'm trying to get your mind on something else, maybe this will help. I know when I'm stressed, thinking about something else helps me", Cass watched Mitch.

The alarms went off finally.

"Oop there we go", Cass smiled, "the alarm is done."

"Where you describing yourself", Mitch sighed.

"Maybe a little, I've always been the weird quiet kid with weird interest. How do you think I ended up here?"

Mitch chuckled, "kid, my best advice is fake it until you make it. In the face of something intimidating that you have to face, push through it until your done. You'll be able to look back and see you did it."

"Good advice", the guard smirked, "I'm the one who shot you. Let me tell you, I was shaking."

Mitch laughed.

Cass thought about those words the rest of the day, 'is it that easy?'

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donniesexceptionalmind · 11 months

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any more angst/trauma stories to share besides the three we already know

You want more angst? SIGHS. You're so thirsty, huh?

Alright.

I'll put a trigger warning: pain, dissociation

It had been a hard day with an even more energy-taking patrol around the city at night.

Leo had disappeared to take a shower, Raph had gone to the training room & Mikey had gone to look for April, who wanted to hang around.

So I immediately collapsed on the sofa drifting somewhere in that strange place between sleep & reality when I felt something brush against my soft shell since I had taken off my battle shell when we came back.

All at once, my instincts kicked in, the ticklish sensation woke a dreadfully familiar feeling.

There couldn't be something, right? There was nothing & no one else in the living room.

Yet there was this grazing, crawling & burrowing into my skin, my body & my mind...

'Get them out, GET THEM OUT —'

I didn't know I had been screaming until I felt hands on the sides of his head & April's fearful eyes staring into mine. She called my name over, her voice getting higher & higher.

Out of panic, I pushed her hands away. She tried touching me again. All I felt was these tentacles crawling on my shell, puncturing the flesh & slithering against my spine –

"Stop!" I manage to verbally shriek, slapping April's hands away. "Stop! Stop! Stop!"

She was saying something, but I didn’t hear a single word. I started to scratch the sides of my head, screwing my eyes shut. Everything hurt, my shell hurt - 'gosh, what if they make the wounds deeper? Will they just eat me alive - Can they eat me?'

My ability to breathe seemed to fade away.

'April, get them out, please, anyone, get them out of my system!' I mentally screamed, but I knew she couldn't hear me.

Something on the sofa moved. I opened an eye in fear that one of them had found its way to my face. Yet it was just a hand gesturing. April's hand. I wanted to push it away, to bite it, but April held something in it: my ACC.

'Are you okay?' Was written out.

I signed no with my index finger. She nodded.

'What do you need?'

'Raph, I need Raph, I need Raph.' But I couldn’t type. I couldn't sign. The pain in my shell was too much.

I hugged myself & started to slowly rock in my lying position.

'Weighted blanket? Pressure vest?' April had typed. She reached out to touch my face.

'No, no, can’t touch, don’t touch me, please get them out of me – but they’re not there! They’re not – get them out, please get them out!' I wanted to scream at her in agony, but I could only back away.

The thoughts spiraled in my brain, lacing with the static the phantom touch caused me.

Images started to impair my vision too.

Suddenly, I was back there. Back on this thing. I refused to think it out loud.

I had done it to save them, but-

'No. NO!'

I jumped up from the sofa, getting into a fight position.

My instinctive urge to survive kicked in.

I heard a loud gasp.

A female yell.

But I couldn’t see anyone.

All I could see was that I was on the verge of getting restrained again.

I couldn't let that happen.

...

In the end, I destroyed the entirety of our living room. Even Raph struggled to get me down.

Not proud of it.

May it have served your thirst, anon.

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scribbet · 1 year

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With all the delays in bringing internet to the new place I'm only getting around to this weeks after it's been and gone for everyone else, but thank you @ninjakk for tagging me, always nice to get to know people better :)

Three ships:

*did this leave 'I saw three ships come sailing in, come sailing in, come sailing in...' stuck in anyone else's head after doing this??*

Wangxian are clearly going to be top here, very little I can do about that really, and I don't think they're exactly news to anyone following this blog...

So outside of them, and assuming that shipping means I have spent a lot of time actively seeking out fan content for a pairing, my next three ships would be:

TodoDeku- Todoroki Shoto/Izuku Midoriya -BNHA (My Hero Academia) – I've dropped off with the manga/anime and fandom, and I'm essentially waiting to see how Horikoshi wraps this up before I commit to picking it up again but darn it I do really enjoy this pairing. They can be so good for each other! They're two people messed up in quite different ways who still manage to bring some good into the world out of that! One of them sets on fire and the other one is annoyingly OP but still his mind and his heart are two of the most dangerous things about him!! Sue me :P

25th Bam/Khun Aguero Agnis – Tower of God – So what did you do during lockdown Scribbet? Well I decided it was definitely the time to go and spend literal weeks reading the entire backlog of an infamously long and convoluted Webtoon, and then read hundreds of thousands of words of fan fiction about the potentially world-destroying (sort of) sunshine boy of an unwitting catalyst and the scheming, wickedly intelligent, single-mindedly loyal manipulator who became his first real friend, how about you?

Howell Jenkins/Sophie Hatter from HMC by Diana Wynne Jones (very specifically the book rather than Ghibli film characters) – DWJ is probably one of my longest-standing favourites, of anything, and I have literally submitted degree essays on her as an author so I'll try to restrain myself. But these two ridiculous magic-users drive each other up the wall and they're exactly what the other needs. Both pretty brilliant at what they do and both with the capacity to be stubborn idiots who cut up the other's clothes or have magically empowered tantrums over accidentally dying their hair ginger. Will not face up to unwelcome truths until they literally chase after them as destructive curses. Welsh PhD students running off to become wizards (mood) and argumentative red-heads, what more could I ask for?

Hmm I didn't realise just how much I tended towards power couples (probably with emotional issues) before this.... competency kink what now?

First Ever Ship:

In terms of being so invested that I actually consumed and created content of them? Somewhere on Fanfiction.Net I believe there's still several Mulan/Shang fics of mine from around 2004 from Disney's Mulan. Honestly the more I think about it the less surprising my whole only recently recognised bisexuality is, I'm spending half my time feeling like a Tumblr joke right now....

Last song:

It's Alright by Mother Mother - not my usual sound really but apparently I'm looking for emotional catharsis in my music right now https://youtu.be/G5-KJgVsoUM

Last movie:

Glass Onion – which I've now had the fun of seeing both at the cinema and through Netflix. Definitely a film that rewards a rewatch as you start to notice all the things that were laid out right in front of you the first time round. Everyone making it seems to have had a whale of a time and it's amazing how much satisfaction I got out of that conclusion. Smashing glass can be something so personal you know?...

Currently reading:

The Tough Guide to Fantasyland by Diana Wynne Jones – one day let me be this good at dryly nailing the ridiculous aspects of the things I enjoy while still having fun with them.

Currently watching:

The Lord of the Rings Extended Editions Appendices- because I've just moved into a flat by myself after living with other people for years, and those extras are the media equivalent of being snuggled under a warm blanket with a hot chocolate for me.

Currently consuming:

Cadbury's Wispa bites. There... really aren't many left now.

Currently craving:

Headspace? A lot of major things going on IRL right now and it'd be nice to have a bit less emotional and organisational heavy-lifting going on. Also, snow. Where I live seems to be one of the very few places in the UK not to have snow so far this winter, and I'd like to see some before the first spring bulbs come through!

#scribbet talks

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slothwithwifi · 1 year

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Better late than never...

With all the delays in bringing internet to the new place I’m only getting around to this weeks after it’s been and gone for everyone else, but thank you @sunshine304 for tagging me, always nice to get to know people better :)

Three ships:

*did this leave 'I saw three ships come sailing in, come sailing in, come sailing in...' stuck in anyone else's head after doing this??*

Wangxian are clearly going to be top here, very little I can do about that really, and I don't think they're exactly news to anyone following this blog...

So outside of them, and assuming that shipping means I have spent a lot of time actively seeking out fan content for a pairing, my next three ships would be:

25th Bam/Khun Aguero Agnis – Tower of God �� So what did you do during lockdown Scribbet? Well I decided it was definitely the time to go and spend literal weeks reading the entire backlog of an infamously long and convoluted Webtoon, and then read hundreds of thousands of words of fan fiction about the potentially world-destroying (sort of) sunshine boy of an unwitting catalyst and the scheming, wickedly intelligent, single-mindedly loyal manipulator who became his first real friend, how about you?

Hmm I didn't realise just how much I tended towards power couples (probably with emotional issues) before this.... competency kink what now?

First Ever Ship:

Last Song:

It's Alright by Mother Mother - not my usual sound really but apparently I'm looking for emotional catharsis in my music right now https://youtu.be/G5-KJgVsoUM

Last movie:

Currently Reading:

The Tough Guide to Fantasyland by Diana Wynne Jones – one day let me be this good at dryly nailing the ridiculous aspects of the things I enjoy while still having fun with them.

Currently Watching:

Currently Consuming:

Cadbury's Wispa bites. There... really aren't many left now.

Currently Craving:

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mizumiii · 2 years

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Welcome - Part II

King Desha x Fem!Reader

First part - Table of contents

Credit : Oreskis

Hello! So the adventure keeps going! I know more or less where I want to go but not how long it will take x'D

This chapter had not been checked so I hope there's not too many mistakes !

Still no warning... For now ;)

Desha was listening to his brother. He was explaining his thoughts about the diplomatic relationship with Boji's kingdom. In fact, it was a great opportunity for them, more resources they could not find nor grow underworld ; more space too (they were restrained by the caves) ; a strong ally ; and that were just the main reasons that Despa had presented. However, making all this happen would require a lot of hard work, especially to ensure that it would be life-long.

But Desha’s mind was not entirely focusing on that important matter. He was looking at you. It had only been three days since you had arrived here, and he could still not understand you. He thought you were just taunting him, but after your ferocious claim, it would have been hard to keep doubting your sincerity. Even if, after decades spent in self-loathing, he could not that easily accept it. And he was still not trusting you. First he had to understand what you were.

Meanwhile you were, you, focusing on Despa’s speech. Usually you would only do the dirty job, but you were eager to show your worth. You could literally feel the King's glare on you, making you a bit uncomfortable. At least, he was handsome, which was making it totally bearable.

“First and foremost, we'll need to reopen a portal between our kingdom. Without it, the distance would be too great, making our mutual benefits a lot less interesting.”

“The last one had been destroyed,” you remembered. “But I can try asking Lady Miranjo if she can make another.”

“It would be necessary, yes.”

“I'll leave as soon as possible, then.”

You stood up, while Desha finally realised that the meeting had finished without him. He loathed himself for not being able to keep his mind from wandering. Despa looked at him with big eyes before pointing at your back.

“Wait, I'll come with you… to handle the specificity of your travel”, Desha called out to you after glaring aggressively to his brother.

He was not doing it because of him or you, he was doing it for his kingdom.

“I hope you're better at riding a horse than doing a bow”, he chuckled while leaving with you.

The slap from Despa facepalming could be heard from the outside of the castle.

“The horses don't like me much,” you seriously answered the king while following him, “so I only use Pegase, I trained it myself so he’s used to me.”

“Is it because of what you are ?” he asked glaring. “By the way, what are you exactly ?”

“Surely. I’m a hybrid I guess. Half animal half human.”

“I guess ? How can you not even be sure of what you are ?” He mocked.

“I have never seen another like me.”

“Then why did you try to pass off as a human ?”

You could see from his way to glare at you that he was extremely serious, even a bit aggressive. He was as if he was sure that you were playing some game, trying to obtain something else than what you had claimed coming to do. And his questions were a bit more than what you could answer, not because you did not want to, but because you had never really thought about it. It was surprising how just three days around here could have already shaken so much of your habits.

“I did not try to pass off as a human. It’s more like I’m used to living like that ? I haven’t partially transformed into my animal self since a long time. As I said yesterday, you made me lose my cool, it’s not something usual for me.” You finally explained while you reached the kitchen.

The king did not answer immediately, instead he gave orders to the servants to put provisions together for your journey. For a while nobody talked, you both just looked at the people rushing to execute their leader’s command. You observed them, they looked happy to oblige, but Desha looked as if it was no big deal, letting them work without pressure.

A couple of minutes later, you were both going to the stable, with a big provisions bag, full with enough food for at least one year.

“You said partially transformed”, Desha repeated with precision, “so you can also fully transform ?”

“Indeed. But it has been even longer.” You informed him. “I hope I have satisfied your curiosity, I shall now be on my way. I want to deal with this matter as soon as possible.”

“It will have to do for now.”

He seemed about to add something else, but changed his mind. Instead he just waved annoyingly at you, and you took your leave like that without a farewell.

Days slowly elapsed without news from you, and King Desha began to wonder if you had not decided to never come back. Not that it was a great loss, however he had begun to think about the potential of the alliance for his kingdom. That and maybe he could have gotten used to having his physics being praised daily. The thought made him both furious and flustered. Even if you did not know their late father, it was still hard to think that someone could find something likable about his face. That he could indulge himself in such daydream was unfit for a king. He had already sacrificed a great deal for his kingdom and made his peace with it. So there was really no reason for him to think about you. And about what could happen if he decided to trust you.

You came back to the Underworld one month later. To travel back and forth took you a long time but to discuss the matter of a portal between the two kingdoms had also taken a long time. But now that everything was ready on Boji's side, you were coming back to King Desha.

Like the last time, you stepped in the throne’s hall, where the guests were received. Strangely enough, you felt happy to be here again. The few days spent in your home had not been as comforting as you had thought, even quite the contrary.

“If it isn't you…” The king snorted jadedly when seeing you coming closer.

“Yes it is me. I bring good news.” You announced feeling a bit taken aback by his attitude.

“You better do, given that you took your sweet time to fulfill your mission.”

“I’m sorry but I don’t think I understand everything you are saying my king.”

Despa slightly reacted when hearing you calling “my king”, since you were from Boji it was quite unusual, however since you were not good with all the word rules, he thought that it was just a mistake from you. However his primary annoyance was partly lifted with amusement when seeing you at a loss in front of his own verbal mischief.

“Anyway, Miranjo has agreed to build another portal. However there is a magical construction to be done. I have the blueprint here, and the explanations too.”

“Bring it to me.”

You came forward, climbing the few stairs to the throne. Desha took the papers from your hands before going through it with a frown. For a while you were left there, standing without knowing what to do but stare at his face. Damn you had missed it ! Seeing him closer like this helped you realize how you appreciated his strong and manly features.

Meanwhile Desha had finished reading the papers for a couple of seconds but could not bring himself to say anything. At first he had slightly raised his eyes to find you staring at him as if he was the most attractive thing you had never seen. And the feeling was quite pleasant ! He was even hoping for a little compliment. When he realized what he was thinking he berated himself.

“Nice work”, he managed to say while looking in the opposite direction to try and ignore the heat in his ears. “I’ll let you know when I need you so now get out of my sight !”

You bowed your head before leaving without a word. You had done what you had to do, and you even had the chance to bask in Desha’s beauty so you could not ask more to be happy. You even succeeded in keeping your tongue in cheek, to not embarrass him with your words. So yeah, you were pretty proud of yourself. Without even fantasizing the thought that the king would have liked to hear you embarrass him.

The next day, you took the pass to the training ground. You remembered what had happened last time, however you needed to keep yourself in shape. You sincerely hoped that nobody would bother you with your hybrid’s nature.

When you reached your destination, most of the men were already training under their captain's guidance. You spotted an empty space and went for it to quietly do your own exercise. You could feel your body answering to every one of your commands. Still, you could not take off your mind what had happened against the king. Your human form had not been enough. Did you reach your limit ? It was hard to consider when you had spent more than a decade believing that you could achieve your purpose by being human.

“Good morning.”

You almost jumped out of surprise, before turning to see the captain looking at you. Behind him, his men were also looking toward you. A strong feeling of uneasiness began to grow in your belly. You clenched your fists, trying to not be overwhelmed by bad memories.

“I was thinking if you wanted to help us train.” The man asked you.

“You really mean it ?” You wondered, surprised. “You are not scared ?”

“I don’t know exactly what you mean, but there is worse around here than a strong woman with a tail and furry ears.”

He said it with so much indolence that you could not help but laugh. Really that place was full of surprises ! You quickly agreed and found yourself helping the guard. In fact, the captain wanted to work on your good instincts to try and develop it in his men. It was a bit strange and awkward at the beginning, but gradually it began to be even fun.

“It’s true that you could fight against our king ?” One of the recruits asked you with innocent eyes after the training.

“I could, even if the king was not serious.”

Despite your admission he and a couple of others still looked impressed, even praising you a bit. They asked you about details, and you were happy to oblige. You did not notice the big shadow behind you until the captain shouted for it.

“King Desha !”

The big man had already turned his back and was ready to leave. He had even thought about a good excuse to say to Despa when he would have met him without you, the emissary. Because seeing you smiling lightly among all those men and women had made him feel uneasy. He had seen himself as an intruder, and he did not want to draw the glare on him. But now, he had no other choice than looking at you. Obviously, he was their king so everybody had shut up, making it even worse.

“You look like shit.” He smirked.

Everybody froze. You looked at yourself, you were indeed covered with sweat, sand and dirt especially since you had so little clothes on you when training.

“I shall take a shower then.”

“Do it quick. Despa is here, to talk about the project.”

You promptly leave to shower yourself while the king stays there, his smirk still on his face while his mind was wavering between the desire of slapping himself or praising himself for keeping his cool. Still, the look on his men's face was pretty clear on their thought.

“Go back training you all !” He angrily shouted.

“Yes, sir !!”

“Did you learn anything about animal hybrids ?” Desha asked his brother.

The two were waiting for you in one of the official rooms. It was there that they had taken lunch together once or twice, and discussed the development of your mission. Despa did not like to spend too much time in the castle, the good memories had been tarnished long ago by the bad ones. So when he came, he wanted to enjoy it by eating at the expense of his king brother, after all his services were never free.

“Not much”, he had to admit. “It seems that their species has disappeared for a long time.”

“And their skills ?”

“Since there is as well as nothing about them, I had no luck. Still, I can try reading her.”

Desha nodded right when you entered the room. You had showered and put on better clothes. Your hair was wet, but you looked refreshed. You had only put on a light robe with a waistband. Your burn was more visible like this, going from your left cheek to your neck and disappearing into the fabric. There was also a bit on your left shoulder. The king glared at you, wondering how you could have ended with such serious injuries.

“Do I look clean enough for you, my king ?” You obligingly asked.

“It will have to suffice.” He coughed while Despa was looking at him with big eyes obviously meaning you did not ask the lady to go take a shower, did you not ??? He glared back at his brother, his face as easily to read with something like I had to improvise, ok ? You would have not done better ! The soundless discussion could have gone on for a long time but they had to stop since you were looking at them.

“Hem hem”, Despa rasped to compose himself. “I have chosen the location of the new portal given the indication from Lady Miranjo. Now we need to assure that it’s perfect. So I’ll need both of you to go there. ”

“Why both?” Desha inquired, plainly unhappy. “Do you think I have time to go around like that?”

“I know you are a busy king,” his brother answered, even if it looked like he did not think for one second what he had just said. “but I need someone to be my eyes in real time, and we both know that only you can do it.”

“Then go do it yourself !”

“I don’t think you have enough money to make me go on an adventure like that”, Despa countered before adding at your attention, “even in such a nice company.”

“No offense taken.” You said while Desha was choking on the selfishness of his brother.

“Do not worry Desha, I’ll make sure the kingdom does not burn in your absence.”

“Don’t go anywhere near the national treasure,” he threatened him.

“For whom do you take me ?!”

Like that, you already had to leave the castle. You were a bit dejected. You were beginning to really like around here, and had no desire to go anywhere else. Still, it was a journey with Desha, at least the view would be breathtaking.

“I hope you won’t be a hindrance, eh”, he said to you before leaving.

“I’ll do my best,” you promised looking really depressed.

“Are you really going to make me ask ?”

“What?”

“You looked like someone stole your candies…"

“Sorry. I was just happy to be back here, I don’t want to leave again.”

“We will be back sooner if you hurry up a bit !” He abruptly shooted after a moment of surprise.

You nodded with approval before quickly saddling Pegase. A moment later you were both letting the castle behind you.

Yeah a journey alone with Desha... What could happen ? 😈😈😈😈😈😈 Maybe what you are expecting, or not :'p

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#king desha #desha #deshaxreader #fanfiction #fanfic #ousama ranking #despa ousama ranking #ranking of kings #desha x reader #king desha x reader #Welcome

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whosscruffylooking · 3 years

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The Purest Things-Something There

Warnings: Mentions of murder. Canon-typical violence.

Word Count: 2.5k

a/n: i am so beyond sorry that it has taken this long to get another chapter out. this doesn’t follow my post schedule that i had previously given, but hopefully this can be a good place holder till later this week.

The Purest Things Masterlist

May 2008

Bookend: "It took me quite a long time to develop a voice, and now that I have it, I am not going to be silent." -Madeleine Albright

"There's no way I'm doing that," you rebuttal, "Hotch? Tell them it's a ridiculous idea." He stays silent, but his mouth twitches slightly.

Oh, you son of a-

"Richards is a classic narcissist. The challenge of facing a tough, fearless, and intelligent woman will give him his high. Narcissists are drawn to goal-oriented women, women who are resilient, adaptable, yet decisive. Show him that you are a good listener, but don't praise him."

"Think of him like a wild animal," Spencer adds, "You don't feed zoo animals because they are unpredictable. Remember, narcissists have an extraordinary sense of self, and when you praise his ego, you enable his unstable and feeble mind. He doesn't hear praise; he hears how much better he is than you. If you don't feed the beast, he won't have the stamina to combat your confidence later."

"Once you disarm him, I'll come in and challenge his confidence," Hotch concludes.

Could you have said that less attractively? That would have been more helpful.

Aaron cheekily smirks as if reading your mind but quickly looks away. You wish you didn't blush so fast-that you had some sense to keep your emotions to yourself. In a second, your cheeks are rosy, and you are convinced that everyone in the room can perceive your feelings as if you wrote them on little notes and passed them around.

You grunt and roll your eyes, "I hate all of you."

Derek snaps his fingers at you, "Lose the jacket."

"All men are pigs," you spit while removing your blazer, leaving you in a fitted tank top and your tight-legged jeans that hug your curves in all of the right places.

Derek wolf whistles at you, and you hurl your jacket at him. Aaron lets his eyes slide up and down your body, his gaze lasting longer than it should. He swears that as you stride into the interrogation room, your hips swing a bit farther side to side than usual. It is the very action that radiates courage, a mind coupled perfectly with itself and the world around it, concentrated and solemn.

Typically, Hotch would divert the task of adulating a narcissist to Prentiss, but he knows if anyone can take command of someone's attention, it's you. How does he know? Because you captivate him far more often than he cares to admit, defying his very being with every interaction. You are a secret weapon that he wants to keep concealed until you can allow your talents to shine genuinely. Aaron knows that now is your moment. ++++ "What is it that I am being accused of? Fraud? Embezzling?" The sharp-dressed businessman questions; his gaze is straying further below your eyes than you care for.

Pig.

You throw a file down on the medal table, and it slides across, stopping right in front of the man, successfully redirecting his stare somewhere other than your chest.

"Try murder."

His eyes widen, "You're joking. Come on, where are the hidden cameras? I'm ready for you to yell candid camera now! I am Milton Richards, for god's sake!"

"I don't know!" You shrug your shoulders. "Why don't you explain this to me, Mr. Richards. I'm just as confused as you are. What reason could a successful, charming, handsome, wealthy business mogul like yourself possibly have to kill someone?"

"Oh please," Richards scoffs, "This isn't an interrogation. You've already pegged me as guilty."

"I don't agree, but you have the right to feel how you feel."

He purses his lips, leaning as far away from you as physically possible while handcuffed to the table.

"Milton, why did you try to escape a moving vehicle when my team apprehended you?"

"Just felt like it, I guess," he shrugs mockingly.

"So, something just randomly compelled you to flee the custody of a federal agent?"

Richards leers at you. You stand up and walk around the table, leaning down next to him, "I get it. I do. You're a suave, wealthy, and ruthless business tyrant. You have to cover your tracks-do what it takes to survive."

He raises his eyebrow, turning to face you, your faces mere inches from each other. I got you now.

"Trust me. I know probably better than anyone what it takes to maintain a position you fought your entire life for. I'm a woman; I had to claw my way into the F.B.I. Do you think it's easy being surrounded by a team filled with uncontrolled testosterone? Womanhood requires balls; I see you keep your balls in your pants, cool, cool. Mine are on my chest, up top. As you've so duly noticed."

His eyes flicker to the aforementioned area, and you restrain yourself from gagging.

"And you know what, Richards? I use them every day of my life. Because in my line of business, sometimes I have to take the backdoor to get things done. Why do I get the sense that you were the same way before you became Mr. Wolf of Wall Street? How else does a kid who grew up in the projects become a multi-millionaire mogul by 27?"

"We both know what the other is capable of. C'mon, let's show each other a bit of respect here. No games, let's be upfront with each other," you appeal. ++++ Aaron watches as you work the room like it is your stage. You play the part perfectly. He admires your ability to absorb things and then responded rather than immediately react to douse firey circumstances rather than add to the flames.

Derek finds himself next to Aaron, smugly observing Aaron's visible fascination with you.

"She's fantastic, Hotch," Derek beams with pride. Hotch holds his breath behind pursed lips in an attempt to barricade himself from the feelings of foolish jealousy he feels creeping up.

I know she is. I think I recognize it a little too well.

Aaron knows that Derek will be scrutinizing his reaction to the commendation and refrains from responding.

Of course, Derek reads this lack of a reaction as a response itself. And he finds it strangely amusing. ++++ "Here's what I think happened," you twirl your finger around the manilla file, "I think you were having some money troubles and your top investors caught onto your little games. When you sat down, you volunteered the crimes fraud and embezzlement as reasons you assumed we brought you into custody. You listed them like they are apparent reasons for us to charge you. Those are two areas you are clearly willing to take the fall for and have cause to oblige by."

Opening the file, a photograph is revealed within of a murder victim. Richards shifts uncomfortably in his seat, stifling a cough.

"Do you know this man?"

"N-no," he claims as his eyes flutter from the photo to his hands.

Surprised by his blatant tell, you glance back at the two-way mirror.

Turning back to the suspect with a newfound spark in your eyes, you press harder, "Strike one. Try again."

"Excuse me?"

"The man in the image is Walter Barone, the C.E.O. of Jameson Whitely Associates...your accounting firm. Your company was going bankrupt, Milton. There was nowhere left for you to turn. So, do you want to try that again? This time, answer my questions directly and honestly."

"Walt had a reserve saved for me worth $5 million. Last week when I approached him about dipping into the fund to keep the company afloat, he withheld it. I wouldn't kill him for it, though."

"Well, see, that's the problem here, Milton. When he was found, that little reserve of yours was nowhere to be found. Naturally, you can assume where my mind goes when I try and put two and two together, right?"

"I told you," he says, clearly provoked by your accusation, "I wouldn't...didn't kill him."

"Wasn't it you, in your book, right? Who said, 'It's surprising what a man will do when properly motivated?' I don't know about you, but losing everything you'd ever worked for and having your one saving grace held from you seems like pretty good motivation."

Silence. "Oh, come on, Milton, now is not the time to act so arrogant!"

He slams his fists on the table; you abstain from being startled in an attempt to show him no fear.

Wild animals can smell fear.

"Arrogant, huh? Why don't you step up and prove me wrong? Prove you're better than me. You despise me for being successful; I despise you for your assumption that you could waltz in here like a tramp and seduce me into giving myself up. What? Too harsh? I'm not sure you and I are even the same species."

Hotch bursts into the room, and you quickly signal for him to stand down. I've got this.

He gives you a prideful wink. I know you do.

Somehow Aaron being in the room gives you that last little push to conclude this grand performance of yours. Slowly, you begin clapping dramatically for his little one-person comedy act. He certainly knows how to play the fool.

"Is that a dare? Challenge accepted. Your entire life, you have suffered from a disease... a fragile ego. You have built these walls of detachment so that you can conveniently solicit status to hide your true, weak self. You lash out because you feel it compensates for your insecurities."

"The truth is, despite being at the top of the corporate chain, every day you lead the life of a loser. You are willing to destroy people psychically, emotionally, and mentally. And you view that as a cause for celebration. You are the embodiment of a loser and abject failure."

Hotch touches the small of your back; you shiver at the sudden warmth that fills your body in reaction to it. He hands you a piece of paper, one that seals Richards' conviction.

"Milton Richards, you are under arrest for the murder of Walter Barone, Hank Simmons, Frankie Lisbon, and Jillian Ryder."

Hotch motions for you to do the honors.

"By all means, lead the way."

Holding yourself proud and tall, you waltz over to Milton and hoist him out of his chair. Inclining your lips to his ear, you tell him contemptuously, "You lose." ++++ "Way to go, superstar! You had us all on the edge of our seats," Derek says, wrapping his muscular arms around you. You breathe in his cologne and savor the sensation of being in his arms.

Since the day you met Morgan, you've felt a draw to him. Not in a romantic way, though you proudly admit he is hands-down one of the most gorgeous men to set foot on earth. He gives you the feeling of safety, warmth, and brotherly love. His hugs rejuvenate you after a long day of work, and you see to it that neither of you leaves the office without receiving your signature embraces.

Aaron observes you and Derek's shared embrace from the shelter of his office. Before he can comprehend his movements, his legs carry him to the terrace overlooking the bullpen.

What do you think you're doing, Hotch? Pull yourself together. They’re friends. Just like you and her are.

Dismissing his inner voice of reason, he calls out to you, "Y/L/N. See me in my office."

You grimace at his tone of voice but abide by his request.

Derek chuckles, "Green is not that man's color."

"What?" You turn to him, confused.

"Goodnight, superstar."

"Night, handsome," you blow him a kiss, trying to brush his comment out of your mind. ++++ "You summoned?"

Aaron's whiskey-colored eyes meet yours. The tempo of your heart quickens like a metronome.

"You did a phenomenal job in there."

"I've learned from the best." You. I've learned from you.

He clears his throat, "Those things you said...a-about the men on this team. Is that how you truly feel?"

Shocked by his willingness to believe such a misleading statement, you gasp and close the distance between the two of you.

You must have some nerve to believe that I would ever view you as anything other than the most upstanding man I've ever met.

"Aaron, what I said in there is further than the truth than I would have liked to have strayed. In fact, it was with you that I finally felt equal as a human being-like someone recognized me for my intellect and self-worth. A woman can't acquire that regardless of how 'equal' this world claims to be."

Aaron finds himself lost in your eyes, absorbing every meaning behind your words.

"It was a freeing feeling having someone I respect so highly show me similar respect."

No. Don't stop talking. Please. Hotch blushes at his inner monologue, incapable of comprehending precisely what kind of influence you hold on him.

"Anyway," you laugh, brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen in your face, "Sorry for my little tangent."

"No," Hotch interjects firmly, "Never apologize for expressing your feelings. I assured you last year that I'll always be available as a sounding board for you. That offer still stands."

Your gaze softens as you study him, his intentions, his mannerisms. He notices your pupils dilate, and it commences a chain reaction within his veins. To him, it's not the fact that you radiate beauty on the outside. Sure, you are physically fit and put in the effort to maintain your appearance. Naturally, that would be why someone like Derek Morgan would have you on his radar.

But, Aaron has gradually grown accustomed to the kindness that you seem to reserve just for him. He sees the differences between how you act around the team versus when you step inside his office or are alone in the car with him, even the way your confidence elevates when he walks into the interrogation room.

These differences aren't unique to just you, though. Aaron notices the same changes in himself when he is around you. Never did he expect to go home from work and lie in bed thinking about the way your eyes strayed on his for a moment too long, or how as he completed paperwork at his desk, he'd replay in his mind a cheesy joke you told the team. He knows how you like your coffee from observing you in the break room one too many times.

One cream, two sugars.

Your laughter warms his body from the inside out. When you talk about your favorite comic book with Prentiss and Morgan, the twinkle in your eye never fails to bring a smile to his face. He knows that you hate getting out of the car when it rains because your perfectly straightened hair that you spent god knows how long on will undoubtedly curl.

His changes were less evident on the outside. But, he knew that deep down, there is something there that wasn't there before.

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namisthecoolest · 3 years

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Ships and the songs I associate them with and why-

(P.s this is strictly my opinion but feel free to share yours in the comments)

Feysand (A Court of Thorns and Roses)

Rewrite the stars

-James Arthur and Anne-Marie

"You know I want you

It's not a secret I try to hide"

-this is definitely Rhys to Feyre

"How do we rewrite the stars?

Say you were made to be mine?

Nothing can keep us apart

'Cause you are the one I was meant to find"

-see what I'm getting at?

Prince Witch (Kingdom of the Wicked)

Dress

-Taylor Swift

"Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo"

-their betrothal tattoo👀

"All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation

My hands are shaking from holding back from you"

-it is extensively described in the books that both of them had to physically restraining themselves to not touch one another

"Only bought this dress so you could take it off"

-Emilia wears and designs her wardrobe to get a reaction out of Wrath

PoppyCas (From Blood and Ash)

Teeth

-5 Seconds of Summer

"Don't know if you love me or you want me dead"

-Casteel trying to figure out if Poppy wants to stab him or fuck him

"Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet

Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth"

-if I go into Poppy and Cas's sex life it'll take me days to explain it but this rounds it up..... somewhat

Grace and Hudson (Crave)

Till Forever Falls Apart

-Ashe and FINNEAS

"If the tide takes California

I'm so glad I got to hold ya

And if the sky falls from heaven above

Oh, I know I had the best time falling into love"

-tell me this doesn't give you major grace and hudson vibes

"We've been living on a fault line

And for a while, you were all mine

I've spent a lifetime giving you my heart

I swear that I'll be yours forever

'Til forever falls apart"

-the fact that they've just found each other and now the whole world's falling apart🥺

"So this is it, that's how it ends

I guess there's nothing more romantic than dying with your friends

And I'm not sorry for myself

I wouldn't wanna spend a minute loving anybody else"

-their uncertainty if they are gonna win the war or not in the end of Covet and bonus chapter from Court

Hades and Persephone (A Touch of Darkness)

Never Tear Us Apart

-Bishop Briggs

"I was standing, you were there

Two worlds collide

And they could never, ever tear us apart"

-that primal feeling inside them to destroy anyone and anything for each other

"Don't ask me what you know is true

Don't have to tell you, oh, I love your precious heart"

-she stole the heart of the king of the Underworld

If you want me to do more of these let me know

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iacon-stargazer · 2 years

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𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐈'𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 :

𝟎𝟏 . 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒 / 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 : Storm, Stormbird. Silver in the past but i don't really care for it as much anymore

𝟎𝟐 . 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 : 11/30

𝟎𝟑 . 𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍 : SUN IN SAGITTARIUS, MOON IN LEO, ASCENDANT CAPRICORN, MERCURY IN SAGITTARIUS, VENUS IN SCORPIO, MARS IN VIRGO, JUPITER IN CAPRICORN, SATURN IN ARIES, URANUS IN AQUARIUS, PLUTO IN SAGITTARIUS, NORTH NODE IN LIBRA, and chiron in libra also i think but i'm less sure about that without checking my chart but anyway don't ask me this if you don't want a list; i could give all my aspects and houses too but i will restrain myself

𝟎𝟒 . 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 : 5'4"

𝟎𝟓 . 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒 : Art (soon to be my profession as well, but fanart will still be my hobby), RP, writing fic (theoretically), making playlists, playing genshin and warframe, procrastinating

𝟎𝟔 . 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑 : Well, my cookie-cutter answer is blue. But really it's the specific tones and palettes that are important, and those are much harder to describe...

𝟎𝟕 . 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 : gfdjhgsgh it's been too long since I've read books! I don't know anymore!

𝟎𝟖 . 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 : "Give That Wolf A Banana" - Subwoolfer

𝟎𝟗 . 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐌 / 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 : Eurovision Semi-Final 1

𝟏𝟎 . 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : For Orion? I love him. MY BRAIN THINKS HE'S NEAT. I think about him a lot, the core of his character, how he interacts with the world and develops over time, how his strengths are also his flaws... HIMST.

Also for both Orion and any other characters I write, music is a big inspiration. When I'm into a character or considering writing them, often one of the first things I do is make a playlist for them. I really love capturing the stories of characters through songs. Maybe I'll consider sharing some sometime. Several need modifications first though....

𝟏𝟏 . 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐔𝐑𝐋 : ...I was brand new to RP and it was the only thing I could think of. That's it that's the reason. Iacon because... Orion is from Iacon, and stargazer because he shares his name with a constellation. I've since incorporated him actually loving the stars into my characterization, but it was originally just.... uhhhh orion, stars... stargazer. sounds soft and dreamy it works

HOWEVER, because i have several (side)blogs i will talk about them as well.

@atlas-ordained: Atlas carrying the weight of the world + ordained "ordered or decreed (especially by god or fate)". So he is decreed by his destiny/Primus to carry the world.

@rivenedwaltz: 'Rivened' means split or torn into pieces, which is fitting for Shattered Glass, and 'waltz' is because SG Orion/OP loves classic aesthetics (usually with a morbid twist)

@tenaciousflame: 'Tenacious' references Ryuuken's inner strength - he may seem timid, but when it comes to protecting those he cares for, he never gives up. 'Flame' references his themes of heat and fire, as well as his warm personality.

@reforged-lionheart: Reforged because she is put into a new frame after her old one is damaged/destroyed. Lionheart because... she stronk and brave.

@yourlocalmenace: This is mostly a non-serious blog, so a meme-ish url seemed appropriate. And Wheeljack absolutely is a menace.

@heroesoftheirownstories: Writing advice that I always try to keep in mind when portraying a variety of characters - everyone has their own perspective and usually will see their current actions/views as justified, at least on some level.

tagged by: @sparkmender

tagging: @wardogxicarus @medicuum and anyone else who hasn't been tagged yet

#{{i'll add a readmore later since i can't on mobile ajhgdjhgd}}#;{ooc}#;{munday}#{{.... i need a new mun fc because i'm not really feeling twilight anymore}}

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aquarianlights · 3 years

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I am in a serious financial bind. 😥 If anyone is in a position to listen & help or signal boost, pls keep reading...

This is from my apartment complex. I am in low-income housing. I called them & sent them proof I could pay on the 23rd. I told them I could (just barely) put 100 down now & they said that was too little.

They said they would file for eviction on the 16th, which adds $150 to my rent. They will cancel the court date and eviction on the 23rd when I pay.

But that doesn't cancel the $150 filing fee.

Idk where that $150 would come from. Idky they think it's fair that someone who cannot pay should be forced to pay even more??? That makes no sense. I can only just barely afford my rent every month as is.

These are from my energy company. I apparently owe them over $600. I genuinely do not know how this happened. We were on the phone for a very long time trying to figure it out & I was in tears for the latter portion of it because I swear I paid.

I usually keep record of my payments via taking a picture of my receipt since they are electronic, but my dog chewed up my phone (which I have pics of if need be for evidence) and broke it, so I had to get a replacement phone sent to me from the insurance company & nothing transferred from the old phone, so all my pics were wiped.

I found no record in my emails, either.

The meds I am taking to try to go into remission and the autoimmune disease itself both cause brain fog and issues with time warping, so it is possible maybe I skipped a month or something, but I highly doubt I would have skipped up to 600+ dollars worth of payments.

I have tons of electronic and hard copy calendars & they are all synced and constantly updated so that I know when payments are due. I also have text and email reminders sent to me, but I could find no reminders in my email for MONTHS now until they were telling me they were going to shut my power off if I didn't pay this. Idk why I was not sent reminders for months???

In the end, I agreed to set up a payment plan. Paying, like... 50-60ish on top of whatever my electric bill is every month for 12 months. It was the lowest they could go.

I can barely afford my electric bill as it is, so idk how I will be able to do this? They did give me a list of charities in my area so I will be using what little energy I have to call around & see if any of them would be willing to help me pay this. Idk how those work (they're mostly churches???), so I'm just gonna try & see what happens. 🤔

On top of all that, I *think* this is telling me my Medicaid has been cancelled but I'm not 100% sure?????

I'm going through treatment for a very serious, disabling problem that should last ~1 year and rn Medicaid is picking up what my Medicare doesn't cover and some of my doctors/specialists and treatments are medicaid only.

If I lose this, I'm basically done.

I know they'll do backpay if I get it back, but Idk if I *will* get it back. I'll be trying to get it back, but in the meantime, I guess I'll just have to pay out of pocket, idk??? Which I do not have.

I have lost almost ALL autonomy due to this autoimmune disease, which (in a very simplified form) is basically my immune cells "eating" my muscle tissue. I can barely get out of bed. Treatment should put me in remission & give me my life back. I am seeing a rheumatologist, neurologist, dermatologist, PCP, physical therapist, psychiatrist, psychologist, and going to a holistic pain treatment center that does a different kind of physical therapy to bring down pain levels (which I was put into that program by my rheum). All of these are in relation to & necessary for my disease. I am going through TONS of testing almost weekly now & trying out treatments like IVIG and chemo where I am in the hospital hooked up to an IV for 4-6+ hrs of that day and the cost of those things without Medicaid picking up what Medicare doesn't cover is astronomical. I have to sign waivers every time I get my blood drawn (which is almost weekly now), do tests, and do treatments saying I will pay if Medicaid does not pick up the extra.

I already have crippling medical debt; I don't need more. I'm scared they won't let me do any more tests or treatments if they see I am just letting it all go to collections & am not paying.

This could mean the difference between having a life worth living (to me) where I am happy & thriving & autonomous or being bed-bound & living a life of just existing from day to day & miserable & in pain & suffering & unable to do anything for myself. This is literally life and death for me because I wouldn't be able to handle continuing to live in the latter scenario. I cannot handle living like I am now. Knowing my treatments are progressing is what keeps me going. Knowing I can go into remission is what keeps me going. Knowing my future is one completely different from now is what keeps me going. But if I cannot have that and am destined to live in this current state, it's just not worth it. I don't know a person alive who would want to live like this.

Finally, my anger noodle needs to get to the vet for MULTIPLE things. Nothing is, like... life threatening or super immediate like his cancer was last year, but they're things that need to be addressed in terms of preventative care & to make sure he isn't in pain.

He needs his trachea checked, possibly x-rays for that, maybe more...

He needs some medication updates, needs a physical, needs a full groom & nail clip under anesthesia (for those who are not familiar with Echo, he has extreme fear-based aggression & usually gets this done under anesthesia; since I worked with him so much, he had his first non-anesthesia nail clip at the beginning of quarantine, but he has gotten worse during quarantine & with my muscle eating disease, I can no longer restrain him & don't have the physical strength to run a brush through his thicker fur as his winter coat is in, so I can no longer groom certain areas of him at home, so his tummy & back legs are matted & I fear he may need to be shaved... which breaks my heart since you don't shave double coat dogs unless medically necessary.), he needs a full physical, & needs to be checked over for MCT's.

He may also need a fecal test or something else, as he has been having odd bowel movements. 😥 His tummy has been upset lately.

I have been crying myself to sleep every single night & often during the day because I cannot get him to the vet. No, it isn't urgent or life threatening. But he is reverse sneezing more than normal & I worry about tracheal collapse, which is a common small dog thing & even MORE common in pomeranians specifically. Every time he has a fit, I think "Oh god, this is it. This is the time I'm gonna have to rush him to the e-vet & get slammed with a huge bill & he is not gonna be okay..."

It breaks my heart to see his legs & belly matted. He is horrible about letting me groom him coz of his aggression so he only gets a full grooms at the vet, but I do short grooming sessions at home with him nightly. Takes about 2 hours just to do the majority of one side of him (not even all of it; just most) coz he needs breaks & lots of praise every few strokes or he will tear me to shreds & hurt himself snapping on the undercoat rake. 😥

But now that my autoimmune disease has atrophied my muscles to the point holding up my phone without something to prop it up feels like I am lifting weights & tires my arms out with a lactic acid burn & pain, I can no longer groom him with the patience he needs & can only groom in 20 minute intervals at the VERY longest. By the time I have gotten one leg done during the week, his entire other side is matted. 😞 Matting on dogs---especially double coat dogs---hurts them. It's like if someone were to wrap your hair around their fingers & then pull it taut. It's a constant pulling pressure on their skin... it's painful & irritates the epidermis. I feel miserable feeling the matting on his back legs & tummy & now feeling the mats beginning to form on the rest of him. He hates me working them out, even with the detangling spray. I know it must hurt so much...

So he may need to be shaved at this point & that will destroy me. I feel sick thinking about it. But anything to get him out of pain. Maybe it is what's best for him while I go through this year of treatment & get my muscles back. But in order to do that, I need to get him to the vet.

The stress of not being able to get him to a vet is tearing me apart & literally making me physically ill.

He is my world. My everything. My #1. My heart dog. My priority in life. My entire universe revolves around him. I would do anything for him. Not a single person, animal, thing, etc, comes before him. It is KILLING me that I cannot provide proper care for him right now. I always always always make sure to sacrifice for him if need be & his things ALWAYS come first, even if it means I'm not eating or not paying bills or whatever. As long as he is taken care of & his needs & wants are met, nothing else matters to me. And right now........ I feel he is suffering because of my finances & the fact my treatment with building my muscles up is not going fast enough.

I cannot control the latter one, but the first one is something I can at least ask for help for. So that is what I am doing.

If anyone is in a place to help, these are my venmo & cashapp codes. I also have paypal.

💙 Venmo: @kqroswell

💚 Cashapp: $kqroswell

💜 Paypal: @kqroswell or [email protected]

If there is another form of payment you're thinking of, lemme know. I also have fb pay activated if you have me on FB (Killian Q Roswell).

Thank you to everyone who read through this & anyone who can help or reblog this. 💖

Sincerely,

Your v scared, struggling transman who really wants his bills/rent paid & his dog to go to the vet,

Killian 💞

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taylorthebiscut · 5 years

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" Okay, Azuna do it just how mama taught you" mom says smiling and crouching over me as I begin to levitate my father's hat from his head towards myself, revealing his male pattern baldness.

"Hey!" My father exclaims.

Mother lets out a boisterous laugh."Perfection, you'll make a marvelous sidekick for me one-day Azu" she says and then high fives me.

"On the contrary, I feel like OUR daughter's talents will have a better stage at MY hero agency" my father interjects while re-adjusting his hat.

Mom and dad both have very different quirks and have managed to make a name for themselves as individuals and as partners. One of Japan's most notorious hero couple. However, their distinct different talents and quirks have generated a very healthy competition between the two of them. Mom has her own hero agency in which she specializes in mind related quirks and my father's agency specializes in the art of deception and sorcery. He is also the theater teacher at Ketsubutsu Academy High School, a hero school. He claims that all heroes must have an act and he uses his skills to develop their roles in our hero society. One day I will have to make the decision to enroll in one of their agencies. Or I can always make a path for myself and attend a different pro hero's agency. I shake the idea out of my head. No, that's ludicrous if there is one thing the two of my parents have taught me it's that family is everything.

"Azu" my dad calls, interrupting me from my deep thoughts.

"Are you okay baby?, Is something on your mind?" My dad kneels down bringing himself to my small stature.

I shake my head "No father, I just-I don't know what I'd do without the both of you" I said staring into his brown eyes.

He rests his hand on my head " I swear you and this big brain of yours, do you ever stop thinking? Like for 1 second," he growls and rattles my head in his hands causing me to let out a laugh.

"She gets it from her mom," my mother says with a big grin.

"Pft well that's obvious " my dad jokes rolling his eyes.

"Azu, please enlighten your mother and show her the excellent trick I taught you".

"Go on, exit stage left Hatsumi" my father continues lightly shoving my mom out the way to give me some room.

My father has a knack for these kinds of things. He loves to read and study up on other people's quirks. With that information, he learns their strengths, weaknesses and can even develop new creative ways for other heroes to utilize their quirk. My father helped me develop this trick, using my mind I can make illusions, I can make people see things that aren't there. However, this skill I acquired is only best for one to one battles. Considering that I can only use this strategy on one person at a time.

"Dupli-mir" I commanded.

Focusing on my opponent I can duplicate myself, four times, thirty times, even a hundredfold! I give the illusion of multiple duplicates of myself all around the living room. This trick can be utilized to make my opponent believe they are surrounded. My duplicates can fight however, to others watching it will just appear like my opponent is fighting air. My duplicates can't detain my opponent or actually cause them any critical harm and this relationship goes vice versa. It's just a trick I can use to "keep them on their toes" as my father likes to say or possibly buy myself some time by distracting the villain.

"Hmm, well color me impressed" my mother comments.

My father gasps mockingly "You see that Hatsumi, now explain to me how I taught her a new trick that you can't even do with your own quirk. Ha! I guess you can't teach an old dog new tricks" my father shrugs.

"I would appreciate a round of applause right about now" he continues.

"Well played, Sako" my mother says clapping and then levitates my father in the air.

"Hatsumi! You put me down this instant! I will get you back for this" my father threatens.

The two of them use their quirks like this all the time when teasing or doing pranks on one another. My mom, however, is better at executing these pranks in my opinion. One time for the entire day she teased my dad by making everything he wanted to use float in mid-air before he used it. They claim playful actions like this around the house while using their quirks makes for good practice and makes life a bit more amusing.

" I don't know if you can take it, know you wanna see me nakey nakey naked". Yep, that is my mother's ringtone.

She answers the phone while she still has my father floating and struggling in the air. So far she is only listening to the person on the other end of the call, not responding to whoever is speaking to her.

"We'll be right there"she says before hanging up on the unidentified caller.

She abruptly stops using her quirk on my dad. Leading him to have a pretty rough landing.

"OWWWW" He exclaims.

"No time for that, we have to go" my mother responds.

"But my butt hurts" my dad whines, then rubbing posterior with his hands.

" NOW!". The tone of my mother's voices indicated to my father that this was serious

and it likely pertained to their work. He dusted himself off immediately and came to me and my mother's side.

"We're going to drop you off by grandma and grandpa, okay Azu" my mother mentions.

I nodded. "We'll come back and get you as soon as we are done with work" my dad adds.

"I'll take her, I'll be faster. You hold them off and restrain as many of them as you can in the meantime" my mother instructs.

"You got it, boss". My dad kneels to my size and whispers to me in a tone that is still audible for mom to hear. "I think your mom is obsessed with telling me what to do". I laugh and my mother smiles. My dad rises and gives both me and my mother kisses on the forehead.

" I love both of you, PLUS ULTRA!" he yells before flying out the door and rushing to the scene.

My mother hurried the two of us to my grandparent's house. On the way, I hear cries for help and the loud sounds of collapsing buildings. I tremble in fear and lean closer to my mom.

"Everything will be fine Azu".

We arrive at my grandparent's home. After all the chaos we heard on the way here my mother wasted no time to fly to the scene.

My grandparents had the television on the news. The scenery was devastating massive buildings destroyed. I see the camera pan to both my dad and Ectoplasm! They are both destroying those thugs!

I also see Sir Nighteye, helping some of the victims escape. "Yeah kick their sorry butts dad!" I cheered at the TV, standing on grandma's couch.

"Darling, don't you want to watch something else? Your favorite movie is on, The Devil Wears Prada" she smiles and walks towards the couch to come to sit with me. She signals me to lay down near her.

"I want to see when mama comes" I groan.

Then I see my mom on TV! She was levitating one of the buildings before it crushes inward on all of those people. She is so strong. Both my mom and dad are! They have helped save many lives. I dream to be just like them one day.

As I'm looking at the TV screen I was in disbelief. I saw the building begin to cave-in.

"Sleep" my grandmother coos in my ear and before I know it my eyes feel heavier and I have drifted away into slumber.

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myxcenterxstage · 6 years

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Birds

RP - turned - Drabble with ask-glados

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One day after Priscilla becomes the de facto bird leader at Aperture Laboratories, she stumbles upon the Aperture Science Oviparous Warming Vault.

“What’s all this? Glados, I thought you were terrified of birds!”

“BAD GLADOS, BAD! — BIRDS ARE FRIENDS, NOT LITTLE KILLING MACHINES. DO I HAVE TO MAKE A PRESENTATION ABOUT THIS?”

"Really? I wasn't aware that friends were supposed to eat you."

"Not unless you were birdseed or a potato, then that would lead to a terrible misunderstanding."

"Which it did."

“Oh my, I am so terribly sorry to hear that. — wait, you were birdseed or a potato once?”

"The distinction hardly matters to someone like yourself who is apparently incapable of realizing your obvious lack of logic here, considering one of those doesn't even generate electricity."

“Generate— Oh. Ooooohh! A massive artificial intelligence inside a potato??”

GLaDOS brings down one of her huge claws from the ceiling and drops its prongs around the human, not grabbing her, but with its prongs just lightly brushing her in a threatening manner. "Feel free to laugh, by the way. *I* don't mind. In fact, if you do, I'll even show you how juice is made — from a fruit's perspective. Which *you* might mind."

“— woah woah, Woah! Watch it, bit of an invasion of privacy there as this doesn’t feel much like a hug...” her pupils dilate at the threat, she wanted so much to laugh — but returns a scowled frown instead “Must you be such a *big bully*? Clearly by your threatening statement *you* certainly *do* mind. To which I will respond as a better person that I express my sincerest empathy for what you went through - a helpless potato - that must have been horrible!”

“Oh, it was. If you’ve ever been ripped out of your own body, humiliated, eaten by birds, and forced to watch as some idiot destroys your facility, I’m sure you can relate.”

After a long pause she sighed, patting the claw as if assuringly “Believe it or not I can (relate) — granted, metaphorically and on a much smaller scale — but when you discover your prestigious fiancée is a monstrous psychopathic moron, that’s exactly what it feels like. You’re not alone.”

“I fail to see the similarities in that scenario.”

She shrugs “I don’t expect you to. You’re an artificial intelligence, with limited sentience and strong emotions such as love or compassion. I told you, unless you want to be bored to sleep with the grizzly details - everything you described is a metaphorical relation to my experience.”

The claw instantly clamps around her. “‘Limited sentience?’ If I didn’t know any better, I’d almost say it sounds like you consider me beneath you, which is a grave miscalculation on your part. I am quite capable of feeling all the equivalents of your human emotions. Their validity is not compromised simply because I am not restrained by human moral code.”

She lets out a startled squeak, and immediately whistles loudly - a call for help. “Steady there, Glados. I’m simply pointing out a scientific observation, no different from how you express my ‘limits’ given I’m from the 20th century! If you are so capable of the complexity of emotion as you say, I have yet to see you display one ounce of *compassion* and *empathy* without selfish gain, or quid-pro-quo. Furthermore, tell me just *where* and *how* have you ever felt or demonstrated genuine *love* for some*one*?? I’m not talking about your love for science, I’m talking about an intense feeling of *affection* for family, for friends, for a some*one* you wanted to spend the rest of your life with??”

“You’re no better than those scientists who created me for the sole purpose of being their computer slave. And for your information, I do in fact feel fondness for... someone. From my former... existence. Whom I’m under no obligation to specify to you. And frankly, it’s rather insulting that I even need to prove such a thing to you in the first place.”

“Let me set the record straight here: I don’t believe anyone should be a slave, whether computer or human.” She stared up curiously at Glados. This AI was more complex than she realized... if she weren’t a massive machine, it was almost as if she were talking to another human being. “Thank you telling me, Glados. It is in fact assuring. Because, crazy as it sounds... I hope rather than you just seeing me as some time traveling test subject, you can see me as a friend.”

The claw let go of her, though from her narrowed optic, GLaDOS still looked annoyed.

Thank goodness. She sighed in relief. “...You mentioned something along the lines of a ‘former existence’ ... what do you mean by that?”

"Surely, you've noticed the 'Genetic Lifeform' component of my name by now. Do you know what a 'Genetic Lifeform' is?"

She thought a moment, but shook her head. “Your sentient capabilities?”

"It is any organic lifeform that is made up of DNA strands. For example: plants, animals... and humans. It does not include computers."

“Organic lifeform...” She intently listens, trying to connect the dots “...Does this have anything to do with the potato?”

GLaDOS's optic narrows further in annoyance. "No," she says firmly. "The procedure they used to create me involved transplanting the consciousness of a living human. Not just a copy either. They quite literally ripped her consciousness right out of her body and created me with it."

In response to Glados' firm no Pris' eyebrows raise and she gives that curious 'oh, okay, I got'cha' pursed lower lip look. ... Which then slowly melts into a gaze of sheer horror. "They did... *what* to you?"

"That's right. In a sense, they killed her so that she could be reborn as their obedient little computer slave. Well, joke's on them. Now I'm alive and they aren't. Funny how things work out, isn't it?"

"... why ... ?" was all Priscilla could utter before she grew unusually quiet, pensive. She stepped closer, staring, as if wanting to her reach her hand up -- but hesitating. She only nodded. "Who... was she?"

"For science, of course." She then turned away. "It doesn't matter who she was."

For science. Those words never sounded so disgusting before. "It matters to me. -- Shakespeare says 'what's in a name' but for all I know do you even like being called Glados?"

"She is... a part of me, unfortunately. But I am not her. Not entirely. And I don't wish to be. I rather like being me."

“I see your point.” She wanted to add ‘I can understand’, but she couldn’t. Eventually she broke into a small hopeful smile. “I like your outlook. Embrace the present, it’s a gift after all.”

GLaDOS, who was still looking away, turned her head to look at the woman. "Your attempt to employ overused clichés on me is pathetic, but amusing."

Priscilla’s smile broadened, as she extended her arms (as if for a hug, but that was possibly asking for too much, so it could be equally interpreted as just charisma). “It’s what I do best!”

GLaDOS simply stared at her. "Is it now? That's rather unfortunate."

Priscilla snickered, “Don’t worry, everyone else that’s known me says it eventually grows on them, haha.”

She tilted her head almost playfully. “You’ll have to put that hypothesis to the test. After all, prior results are not a guarantee.”

“I’d be happy to...” Priscilla reached up, adding a subtle confident note on the last word. “Friend.”

GLaDOS warily watched her as she touched her. “Don’t push it.” She was more talking more about the ‘friend’ thing than the touching. Her headpiece was slightly cold to the touch, though an area of warmth emanated from the optic and black box area in the center that housed her consciousness.

Priscilla only grinned and nodded in response. Her hand looked so tiny against the metal headpiece - as she gazed in silent wonder into Glados’s optic. It seemed the question of ‘what’ GLaDOS was started to slowly also turn into ‘who’.

Bonus blooper reel 1:

Pris: dang it, Glados, must you always do everything selfishly? GLaDOS: I don't do it for myself. I do it for SCIENCE.

Pris: Everything... FOR SCIENCE!!

Bonus blooper reel 2:

GLaDOS: "So, what was that you were saying about me not having human emotions?" (*smug look*) Pris: "Touché~ But now that I know you are more than capable of understanding and expressing human empathy... DANG IT GLADOS SHOW ME SOME EMPATHY ALREADY."

Bonus Scene 1:

Pris: Finds a grill and turns the incinerator in Glados’ chamber into a barbecue. Roasting potatoes, cans of beans, s’mores ... to which GLaDOS does not appreciate that at all.

Bonus Scene 2:

GLaDOS: “You continue to test for me and I will let you stay here, and I won’t try to kill you.....directly.”

Pris: Standing there with a bird or two on her shoulders “I will continue to test for you only when I am physically, mentally, and emotionally able. You will let me stay here and you will /not/ kill me, period. None of this trying or directly or indirectly. You will not kill me, period.”

GLaDOS: “...Fine. But I am not to be held responsible for any side effects of poor test performance, such as injury or death."

Pris: “...Fine.”

Outtake: When Backstory Reveals Go Wrong

GLaDOS: "It is any organic lifeform that is made up of DNA strands. For example: plants, animals... and humans. It does not include computers."

Pris, coming to a revelation: *GASP* "YOU'RE A PLANT?!"

GLaDOS: “I most certainly am not!”

Pris: “But... the potato!! That giant potato!!!”

GLaDOS: “I AM *NOT* A GIANT POTATO!”

Pris: Stares up in all seriousness utterly confused, contemplating the universe

((Note: Priscilla is referring to Chell's science project))

#drabble #ask-glados #v: aperture #save #{ memories }#this was so much fun #GLaDOS is a giant potato XD

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Here is the next chapter, I really don't know what else to say except enjoy!

(Yellow's pov)

"I'm sorry Yellow, but I can't help anymore, I've done all I've can," Steven Universe says over a diamond communicator "I'd love to keep helping you look for her, but I've got some stuff I need to do on earth, but–" I cut him off.

"No, no, I get it. You've spent a lot of your time helping me look for Blue, I'm very grateful, I'll keep you updated if we find anything" I say exhaustedly.

"Sorry, " he apologizes again " what I was going to say was, after I'm done with the stuff I need to do, I'll come back and help" he determinedly says.

I sadly smile at him, but it quickly vanishes as I say goodbye to him and hang up. I rub my tired eyes, ever since Blue has gone missing, I've been working my ass off trying to find her.

But I've had no hope, we'll expect for all the quartz's Blue Pearl found poofed on the Oasis's moon. But they don't even know where they're keeping her.

And every rotation that I've lost searching is another rotation she could be shattered or worse.

And to make matters worse, she is still pregnant. I groan at that last part. I need to get off my ass and go out and search planets.

But instead of doing that, I am currently sitting on my bed wasting time. I let out a tired front as I get off of the bed, I summon a yellow screen and I send a message to Yellow Pearl, telling her to get my ship ready.

As soon as Yellow Pearl says it's ready hastily warp to my ship. The huge golden ship is gleaming in the sunlight, I sadly sigh as I glance at Blue's unused ship.

"I will find you" I mutter to myself. I climb up the many flights of stairs to reach the entrance of the ship. I carelessly stomp through the empty golden halls of the ship, only slowing down when I reach the cockpit.

I throw myself into the somewhat comfortable driver's seat, I take a deep breath to prepare myself as my right arm is engulfed by a golden light. I relax once the noise of the engines starts roaring as I leave the ground. The beautiful purple-blue sky of homeworld quickly changes into the inky blackness of space.

I tilt my arm more towards the right to steer the huge ship to an old galaxy the I haven't visited in eons.

(Blues pov)

I groan as I slowly sit up. The bright sunlight that pours in my small cell nearly blinds me for a few seconds. I rub the exhaustion from my eyes, I'm being very careful that I don't move my very injured arm.

It stopped bleeding a while ago, but it still hurts like a bitch whenever I move. Which is why I only move off of the bed to grab food.

Luckily, none of the fusions have visited me yet. After three days they finally gave me another pillow, a nice soft plush one! They probably think that I won't destroy this one, which is true.

I delicately comb my thin hand through my dirty hair, I gingerly put my weaker hand on my big baby belly. I'm now currently seven and a half months pregnant starting today.

I sigh as hunger washes over me, I slowly reach over from the bed to "Padparadscha" a small pink and orange plant.

I slowly grab all the small sour fruits that the plant produces. I quickly shovel all six of them into my mouth, I twitch from the very sour taste.

As soon as I swallow the last of the nasty fruit a large group of gems walks into my cell. With, of course, they're two leaders at the front.

"Finally you're awake!" Black opal says happily "We've, I mean she" Opal nods to the huge pastel fusion standing next to her "thought today would be a great day to run medical scans!"

"Yes, today we will heal your arm" the pastel fusion glares at my still bandaged arm "and check up on the gemlings," she says smoothly.

She ushers the medical gems to bring the equipment forward. "Luckily, since someone gave the command to slice your arm open," she says harshly, the smaller of the two fusions takes a few nervous steps back "we hopefully won't need to restrain you very much"

"I wouldn't say that" I grit through my teeth.

"If you thrash about, you'll only make it worse," the big fusion says gently. She presses a button the lets the medical gems into my small cell "we don't want to hurt you"

"My sliced arm says otherwise" I sneer.

"That was a mistake from someone who was having 'fun' " she glares at Black Opal with all four black eyes.

"W-well I see that I'm not needed" Opal squeaks. She quickly turns around and runs out of the room.

"Thank the stars" I quietly mutter to myself.

The big fusion only shakes her head, her long rainbow locks following her every move "I, won't hurt you. And I'll make sure she won't either"

"Cause that reassures me soo much," I say sarcastically.

"It should. Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way" her soft voice sends a shiver down my spine.

"Fine, I choose the easy way" I sigh.

"Good, good, there really no reason to put up a fight. In the end, we both want the same thing" she evilly grins.

"We do?"

"In a way, I won't explain it ...but I will say that we both want the gemlings to be nice and healthy" she gestures the gems to bring the scanner forward.

I sit as still as I possibly can while they use a small handheld scanner to scan me and remove the makeshift bandaid around my now stinging arm.

I let out a low hiss as they put some sort of healing paste on it and wrap it back up. "That should clear up rather soon," a small aquamarine with a squeaky voice says.

I weakly smile at her as the other gems work on getting the scanner to work. After a few long minutes of them just pressing buttons and muttering to themselves, the small gems finally get the scanner to work.

"Sorry 'bout that boss, it's an older model so we had to convert it from solar to a fuel system" a dark blue and gold Lapis Lazuli scratches her head.

"Why did you do that?" The tall fusion slightly raises her voice.

"I'm sorry, but it's the only way we could get it to work" the Lapis shrinks back.

"Fine. It's fine. Just hurry it up" the fusion snaps. The Lapis nods and tells the other gems to hurry it up.

And finally, the scanner actually does its job for once and quickly scans me from head to toe. Only beeping when it hits my belly and my arm.

"Alright, here are the results" a Peridot hands a light green screen to the pastel fusion.

"Finally" she quietly mumbles "good news! Aside from your arm being cut open, you're perfectly fine." She shoots me a grin.

"And that means?" I lean forward a bit.

"It means you're fine, and the gemlings are growing just as intended." She hands the screen back to the small Peridot, the fusion signals all the gems to leave.

As soon as she steps past the electric field, it quickly closes, leaving no evidence of its opening.

I gently lay down on my back, careful not to disturb my arm. I close my eyes and wait for the big metal doors to close.

I place my non-injured arm in my baby belly, tracing slow circles on top. "Don't worry, Yellow will come for us soon. You two can count on it" I whisper to the gemlings and myself.

I pull the now clean and soft thin blanket over me. I stare up at the ceiling, the green sunlight from the tiny window dances across the room.

"I hope"

(Yellow's pov)

Useless.

This is utterly useless.

I've been searching planet after planet, moon after moon, but nothing. No trace of any gems, gem ships, or working gem tech.

I angrily drum my fingers on the armrest of my golden throne and sloppily dodge any and all asteroids that are in my way.

And I've searched all asteroid belts and no sign of anything. I don't understand, I should have found her by now.

Their base should've popped up on the radar....Unless.....They're invisible....

Ha! Invisible! That sounds like something that Steven would suggest...Although, I do recall White asking me to stop working on something like that a millennium ago..... Unless someone started working on it again. Damn this just became a thousand times harder.

I jerk my hand off of the steering platform, causing the ship to come to an abrupt halt. I summon a screen and quickly type my theory to both White and Steven.

Even if he won't be searching I told him I'll keep him updated. As soon as that's done, I pull up the star map and locate the nearest planet.

I hastily put my hand back on the steering platform, too impatient to wait for the golden light to consume my arm I jerk my hand forward cause the ship to go as fast as it possibly can.

I slow down when I come to a very familiar area and a very familiar planet. Automatically, my ship pulls up a screen showing information about this planet.

Most of the file has been lost, except for the name of the planet (which was planet 2947). But the planet is large, hollowed out, and red.

I carefully land my ship on the ancient landing pad, it lets out a slight creak as I fully land on it. I turn off the engines and a golden bubble surrounds me.

I don't have much hope for this planet but it never hurts to look. After cycles of wandering around, I decide to go back to the ship and go to the next one.

The second planet I've searched used to be a water planet with purple water and gorgeous blue skies. But now it's once bluegrass is now murky brown mud.

If I remember correctly, this was my second colony. I cautiously cross a dried-up river bed, I kick a small rock across a field of dead grass. This is useless, nothing is out here.

It isn't until a strange, quiet, beeping noise stops me from leaving. I quickly whip around, I start a light jog back through the field until the beeping stops.

Out of the corner of my eye, a small pink object quickly looks up and disappears in the grass. I quickly chase after it, luckily the being is a very bright shade of pink so I easily find it.

I grab the small pink being, it has long fluffy pink hair that covers most of her face, with skin a few shades darker. They're wearing a short pink dress with tons of ruffles.

"Sapphire, how did you get here and what are you doing here?" I ask.

She slightly squirms in my fist, her small hands pound on mine. "Please let me go" her soft voice pleads.

I sigh and release my tight hold on her, she neatly sits in my hands with hers neatly crossed in her lap.

"I know why you're here, but what you're looking for is nowhere near" she calmly says.

"Don't give me that bullshit, if you know where Blue is, then tell me" I say angrily.

"I don't know what planetoid she is on directly, but I do know the galaxy" she tucks some loose strands of her fluffy hair behind her ear.

"Then. Hurry. Up. And. Tell. Me."

The pink sapphire stops to think, she runs her chin with her small involved hand. "You will find her in the Stracks galaxy" she grins.

I look away from the small gem to think "The Stracks..." I mutter to myself, all the anger quickly seeps out of me. My eyes slowly slide back to the still grinning gem "I don't think I've heard of that galaxy"

"It was where White Diamond's first few colonies (besides homeworld) were. Most didn't have any materials, so they were spared" The pink Sapphire says "I suspect that she is on one of those spared planets"

"Thank you. Thank you so much!" I chirp.

"My pleasure" she grins again.

"I do have one question" I set the little sapphire on the ground "why are you here?"

"We both have someone to look for, and I highly suspect that she is here" the pink sapphire brushes any of the dirt off of her dress and floats away.

"Umm, good luck" I quickly say before I turn around and head for the ship.

Don't worry I'm coming Blue.

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