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[gigabyte-flare]

Insatiable (Part 3) [FINALE]

Part 1 Part 2

Summary: The hunt is on. How far can you run?

Word Count: 2.7k

Pairing: yandere plagas!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Actions depicted in this story are not condoned in real life. You are responsible for your own content consumption. If any of the following warnings trigger you, please read at your own risk. Minors do not interact, this story is 18+ only.

Warnings: Extreme violence and gore, biting, dubcon, forced breeding, gross las plagas-y things, death, mentions of un-aliving. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT.

A/N: I present the thrilling conclusion to this greatly anticipated part! I want to thank everyone for their support: for reading, liking and reblogging! I never expected this series to blow up at all. While, yes, this is the conclusion, I absolutely plan on revisiting yandere plagas!Leon, he was so much fun to write. I hope this part meets everyone's expectations! I also want to take a moment to showcase another one of @chanif-art's Yandere Plagas!Leon pieces, I love the way they portray him!

"Baby, I'm preying on you tonight, hunt you down, eat you alive. Just like animals, animals, like animals, —mals. Maybe you think that you can hide, I can smell your scent from miles. Just like animals, animals, like animals, —mals."

You run as fast as your legs allow you into the parking garage, opting for the stairs instead of the elevator. You take two steps at a time to get yourself up to where you parked your car faster. You don’t dare look back, you know Leon is hot on your trail. You can hear gunfire, screaming and the sounds of death from whence you came. 

Getting onto the third floor of the parking garage, you spot your car on the far side and you sprint, practically throwing yourself at your car once you get there. You rip open the driver’s side door and climb inside, immediately locking the doors when you get in. Fishing your keys out of your pocket, you accidentally drop them onto the floor.

“Fuck!”

You bend down at an awkward angle to pick them up, hooking your finger around the keyring and sitting back up where you are met with Leon staring at you, his clawed hands pressed against the glass of your driver’s side window. You suck in a breath, your eyes locked onto his blood red eyes.

“Found you!” he says, a sadistic grin forming on his face.

You see his sharpened canine teeth once he fully grins; he opens his mouth and you watch as a set of mandibles come out from inside his mouth, a low guttural growling sound coming out of him. This is nothing like the nightmare you had.

This is a thousand times worse.

You let out a blood curdling scream before you turn your attention back to starting your car, shoving your key into the ignition and turning the car over. The car roars to life, you immediately throw it in drive and slam your foot on the gas, launching forward as you turn the wheel to the left, drifting around the bend to go down the ramp to get out of the parking garage. 

You get to the bottom, busting through the barrier to get onto the street. You swerve through traffic, trying to get onto the interstate as quickly as possible. However, the gridlock traffic on the on ramp makes that impossible, so you continue to swerve through traffic in the heart of the city. You look in your rear view mirror, your stomach sinking at the sight of Leon keeping up with you, jumping on and over cars as he chases after you. 

You make a split second decision to turn left down an alleyway and you gun it, the tires squealing on the pavement. However, you slam on the breaks when you see that Leon stands in your way. Your hands white knuckling on the steering wheel as the two of you stare at each other. You furrow your brows and scream in rage as you slam your foot onto the gas pedal, hoping you can take him out with your car.

Oh, sweetheart, that is a big mistake.

He grins, holding his hands out in front of him to catch your car. His clawed hands leave indents in the front of your car as he plants his feet into the ground as your wheels spin and spin and spin until one of them finally bursts into pieces. Your vehicle now severely crippled, he walks over to the driver’s side, ripping the door clean off the car. He watches as you try to cower to the passenger’s side.

It’s futile. He reaches in, grabbing you and pulling you out of the car. He wraps his arms around you as if you were a long lost lover, one of his hands gripping the back of your head as he embeds his nose into your hair, inhaling deeply like you were a drug. You smell absolutely divine.

“Leon Kennedy!” he hears a man shout from one of the ends of the alleyway. 

Leon turns his head, seeing a large group of men with guns pointed at him. Leon turns his head the other way, seeing they’ve completely blocked him in the alley.

“Let the girl go, Leon!”

Leon looks back over at the man, his tail whipping back and forth as a low growl emanates from his throat.

“No,” Leon says, narrowing his eyes, “she’s mine.”

“Don’t do this Leon! Let her go and we can end this peacefully!”

He feels you trembling in his embrace, too stunned to fight back or even scream. Grinning at the man threatening him, he bares his fangs, a low growl coming from the back of his throat. Then he looks down at you, your terrified gaze looking back up at him. Grabbing your face, he forces your mouth open. You start screaming when his mandibles come out of his mouth again. His mouth latches onto yours, his mandibles clawed into the sides of your face, preventing you from pulling away. His eyes roll into the back of his head as his body convulses before a Plagas egg slips inside of your mouth, causing you to gag. Releasing his mouth from yours, his mandibles retracting back into his mouth, he leans back as you cough profusely.

“Swallow. It.” he growls at you.

You have no choice but to swallow, otherwise you would have likely choked. The stress from this whole ordeal must have been too much because you faint in Leon’s arms afterwards. Leon throws you over his shoulder and jumps straight up into the air. A flurry of bullets shoot around him as he lands on the roof of the building, running across it at a terrifying speed. He leaps from rooftop to rooftop with the grace and agility of a jaguar; his pursuers found it impossible to keep up with him. 

There’s an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city, a perfect place for Leon to settle down and enjoy his mate. Landing nimbly onto the ground in front of the factory, he struts inside with his prize still unconscious over his shoulder. 

Your eyes snap open and you sit up; your whole body trembling as you start violently coughing into your hands. You look down, your eyes widening when you see that your hands are covered in your blood; you feel it trickle down your bottom lip and chin. Suddenly, it came back to you, Leon had infected you. You start hyperventilating, your eyes wide, darting around to your surroundings. You deduce that you’re in some kind of large abandoned building, the rays of the sun at dusk fracturing through the decaying structure. 

You turn around, sucking in a breath when you see Leon sitting nonchalantly about an arm’s length away from you with a smirk on his lips and a look on his eyes that could only be described as lustful. 

“How are you feeling, love?” Leon asks before he emits a low, almost purr like sound from his throat. 

“Where the fuck did you bring me?”

He furrows his eyebrows at you, “somewhere safe until I can find us a place for you to safely give birth to our offspring.”

“Excuse me?!” You say with a gasp, pushing yourself away from him.

“Calm down,” he growls, “I haven’t done anything to you, yet. It’s not fun to copulate when my mate is unconscious.”

“I am not your mate!”

He begins to chuckle, shaking his head before locking his red eyes onto yours, “I wouldn’t be so sure, I should bet money on how long it’ll take for me to make you scream my name.”

“Oh hell no!” you say as you scramble to your feet and start to run.

You don’t get very far, however, as you feel something coil around your leg and pull you back onto the ground. Within moments, Leon pounces on top of you, pressing himself into your back, pinning you to the ground. You realize it was his tail that had coiled around your leg. His clawed hands pin your arms to the ground.

“Don’t you dare run,” he purrs, bringing his lips up to your ear, “I don’t like to chase.”

You feel his hardening member pressing up against your bottom as he grinds his hips into you. He buries his nose into your hair, inhaling deeply before trailing kisses from your head to your shoulder before sinking his sharp teeth into your skin. You scream, your body tensing up against the excruciating pain in your shoulder. 

He unlatches himself from your shoulder, letting out a lust filled growl before climbing off you. You try to crawl away, but he grabs you by the hips, flipping you over onto your back. He sits up on his haunches, breathing heavily as he looks down at you, his eyes filled with desire. You watch his tail move back and forth and his back claws flex, ready to strike at you if you try to run again. 

You watch as he grabs his shirt with both hands, ripping it apart to expose his chest. Even his chest is covered in those dark veins; you suspect his whole body is. Still staring down at you, he undoes his belt before he stands up to discard his pants and underwear. You can’t help but stare up at him in awe, feeling your skin crawl as you stare.

“Feel that?” he says, climbing back on top of you, slipping his hands under your shirt to pull it off over your head, “do you feel the pull between us? We were made for each other, love.”

There’s a sudden ear piercing ringing in your ears, causing you to wince and whimper as you grasp the sides of your head.

Give in to me.

Your eyes widen when you hear Leon speak inside your mind. This has to be a side effect of the Plagas, you had read reports of its mind controlling abilities; you never thought in a million years you’d experience it first hand. 

I will make you love me.

The ringing finally stops; you hesitantly lower your hands away from your face, his face hovering just above yours. He presses his lips against yours, kissing you aggressively as his hands work to remove your pants. Once he gets your pants off, he sits back up on his haunches before spreading your legs apart. He licks his lips upon seeing the dark wet spot on your underwear.

“Oh, sweetheart…” he says, a purring sound emanating from him before he continues, “so nice and wet for me.”

He leans forward, grabbing the hem of your underwear with his teeth and dragging them slowly off your body. Once your underwear is off, he practically launches himself between your legs, his face buried in your folds as he inhales deeply before running his tongue over your slit. He props your legs over his shoulders as he starts to fuck you with his tongue, which almost seems longer than a normal tongue would be as his nose rubs into your clit.

You let out a moan as you throw your head back, your fingers digging into the ground as your legs squeeze against his shoulders. You cry out when you start to hear the painful ringing again.

That's it, cum for me. Cum on my tongue.

Leon growls, the vibration shooting through your entire body. You are driven so close to the edge, causing tears to flow from your eyes. 

“Oh… oh god… oh fuck… L-Leon!” you scream, “I’m… I’m gonna cum…!”

You feel Leon smile into your folds, his tongue still buried in your cunt.

What a good girl you are! Didn’t I tell you I’d have you screaming my name? 

He lets out another growl, this time it’s enough to make you fall apart on his tongue. He moans, lapping up your juices as they flow out of you. He pulls his tongue out of your leaking hole, his mouth soaked in your orgasm. He licks his lips clean before he climbs back on top of you, his throbbing cock pressing against your slit.

“It’s time to breed this beautiful pussy.” he says with a sinister smile.

Leon looks directly into your eyes as he pushes himself into your body, watching as you squirm beneath him as he fills you. When his hips and yours meet, he stays still for a moment admiring the sight of your two bodies together as one. He cages your body with his arms and back claws, thrusting in you at a steady but powerful pace. His eyes trail down your body, taking in the sight of your breasts bouncing in your bra with each thrust. He reaches with one hand, grasping your bra and ripping it clean off. He sits up and grasps your thighs, pushing you back into a mating press and quickening his thrusts inside you, eliciting loud, desperate moans out of you. 

“That’s it,” he says, his voice breathy as he fucks you ruthlessly, “such a good girl for me.”

“Oh god… shi-- L-Leon!” you moan, running your fingers through your own hair as you throw your head back, already on the edge of another orgasm.

His pupils dilate as he stares at you and to his pleasure, watches as black veins start appearing on your body; you are transforming quickly. He attributed that to being in your presence, since he is your mate. He can feel himself getting close; he leans down, latching his mouth onto one of your breasts, making a purring sound as he sucks on you hard. He reaches down to your clit, rubbing it with the pad of his thumb as his other hand grabs your other breast, squeezing hard.

The sounds of your screams, whimpers and moans is music to Leon’s ears as he marks your breasts with bruises and bite marks. He feels you tug on his hair gently and he looks up at you, only to find you staring at him, your eyes gazed over in lust, your pupils now touched with red like his own. Seeing you like this sends him over the edge.

“You’re so beautiful,” Leon growls, moving back up to you to kiss you deeply.

He feels your pussy clench around his cock, sending him over the edge as he pushes impossibly deep into you, shooting his load into you as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into an embrace as you moan his name over and over.

At that moment, a set of doors bursts open on the other side of the room, and Leon watches as a flood of men with guns rushes in, taking aim at him. Leon holds you against him with one arm, the other propping him up as he glares at the men, a low, menacing growl coming out of him. Your arms and legs instinctively wrap around him as he starts to stand up, his member still twitching inside of you.

“Put her down, Leon,” says the man that originally threatened him in the alley; Leon concluded that he is probably the squad leader.

“You’re too late,” Leon says with a grin, “her transformation is nearly complete and I’ve claimed her with my seed.”

He pulls himself out of you and holds you bridal style. He can feel you trembling, but you’re trembling from your orgasm, your breaths slow and heavy as you nuzzle in his embrace.

“You bastard!” the squad leader shouts, firing his gun at Leon.

Leon is too fast, however, he sidesteps the gunfire and rushes at the group of men, his tail thrusting forward, impaling the squad leader before whipping around, decapitating several men in a single swing. The rest of them stand there stunned for a moment before opening fire. Leon, while still holding you in his arms, moves gracefully in the midst of the bullets, impaling a few more of the men easily with his tail. What’s left of the men quickly lose morale, dropping their guns and rushing out of the abandoned factory. 

Leon watches the men flee, a look of content on his face as he looks down at you. Leon turns, approaching a forest that lies beyond the abandoned factory. With a single, graceful jump, he lands in the trees, disappearing into the night.

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #yandere!leon kennedy x reader #yandere!leon kennedy #plagas!leon kennedy #plagas!leon kennedy x reader #gigabyte writes #insatiable

[czrpenters]

stupid | sam carpenter x reader

summary: maybe you just had the most challenging, yet stupidiest decision of your life.

pairings: sam carpenter x fem!reader, meeks-martin!reader.

warnings: scream vi spoilers ahead, mention of injuries, blood and death. reader is mindy and chad's older sister. english is not my first language.

word count: 1.5k words.

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You couldn't believe it.

You never would've know that there was still a risk when you decided to leave Woodsboro with your siblings and your friends. You thought that it was over. That it was in the past. And now, Ghostface followed you all to New York. The nightmare began all over again. You've lost 3 friends over that motherfucker and you weren't ready to lose more.

After the last attacks in Woodsboro, in which you've almost lost your siblings and your own life for, you've decided to take a few self-defense lessons. Being careful was never going to be enough. You had pepper spray, a taser and a knife that you carried on your bag day after day. It was so fucking tiring being alert all the time, but you had to. You unfortunately was never going to be safe. I guess being the girlfriend of a ghostface target came with a cost, right?

And now, you were running from an asshole in a ghostface mask again, this time in New York, in your apartament. You just lost Quinn, your roommate, to him; Anika got stabbed and Mindy got injured. All of that adrenaline and fear got worse when the killer cornered you all into the bathroom, and for a split second you thought that this was it. It was the end of the line. You were going to die with your girlfriend today, Chad would lose both of his sisters and Tara would be alone. You couldn't stop thinking about them.

"(Y/N), let's go!" Sam shouted while opening the window. You saw your neighbour Danny right at the other building, with a ladder on his hands, putting it across both buildings like a bridge. That was actually a very good plan. He secured the ladder with his hands, while Ghostface was trying to open the door that Mindy and you secured with some furniture, but it was not enough, so you were holding the furniture to make sure that he wasn't gonna pass through. Anika was crying in pain right next to Mindy, and she was trying her best to press down to her girlfriend's wound so she wouldn't bleed to death. "You go first, let's go!"

"No fucking way, Sam! You go, then Mindy, Anika and me." You replied, in an kinda obvious tone, while Sam shook her head no. "I need to hold the fucking door, Sam! Just trust me on this, okay? I'm gonna be fine, I promise you that. Now go. Don't think, just go." She kissed your lips goodbye, praying that it wasn't going to be the last time she did that.

Even though she was very afraid, she passed the ladder successfully. It got you very relieved. She was safe. She was with Danny. She was okay. Mindy was next, even though she didn't wanted to leave her girlfriend and you, she passed the ladder quickly so she could help Anika do the same. It was getting harder and harder to hold down the door, but you needed your family to be safe, you needed them to be happy, even if it meant without you. "(Y/N)..." Anika said while crying, as if you were already dead.

"Don't you do that, okay? Don't think, just go, remember?" You quickly took your jacket off and tossed it to her, so she could put around her wound while she was on the ladder. "Put this on your stomach and go. Now, Anika."

You could see Sam and Mindy crying at the other side, and you hated to worry your family like this, but you wanted them to believe you had a plan. Even if you had to sacrifice yourself for them. Anika took the longest to pass through the ladder, due to the fact that she was holding your jacket on her wound, but she finally got to the other side with no problems. Before you could think about anything else, Ghostface made a brutal push on the door, which made you tumble and lose control over it. You could hear the girls screaming in fear, but you hoped that at least one of them called the police already, and if they did, your job was only to stall that motherfucker while the cops were coming. It was a stupid idea, but it was the only one you had.

So, you finally gave in. You stepped aside from the door and the killer got in, and you had enough time to go over the window and drop the ladder, which made Sam scream at you, but you weren't going to take any chances. He wasn't going to even have the option to think about crossing that ladder.. He wasn't as anxious like 5 minutes ago, he was calm; ready to gut your whole body while your family watched. He cornered you and got ready to stab you, but you thought quicker; hoping he was a dude, you tried to literally kick him in the balls. It distracted him for a few seconds, which were enough for you to turn around and grab anything to defend yourself. But that was clearly a mistake, since you felt a sharp pain on your back almost immediately. Sam and Mindy were screaming at you, but you weren't listening. You yelled in pain, and to move your arm became quite difficult, but with your last ounce of strenght, you grabbed a ceramic lamp and broke it on his head. It was getting hard to breathe, he probably hit you in your lung or something, but you tried your best to stay awake and ignore the excruciating pain you were feeling. And before he could do anything else, some sirens and red lights could be seen through the window. Thank god, you thought. He grabbed his knife and fled the place, as if he was just an allucination, and you finally let your guard down. It was over.

You sat down on the bathroom floor, bleeding, trying your best to not lose consciousness, but it got harder and harder each minute. You thought about Sam, in how she was probably safe right now, with Mindy. They were at Danny's, you thought. They're okay. You hoped Chad and Tara were fine too, and definetly prayed that Anika would survive. You couldn't stop thinking about them; and it was the last thing you remember before closing your eyes and letting your body rest.

--

You opened your eyes, the bright lights and colours of the room were heavy on your eyes. "Am I dead?"you thought. No one was in your room, but after a minute of searching, you found a blue button to call for the nurse, which made her come into your room in a couple of seconds later. "Where is Sam...? Is she okay?" You said, hoarse, when the nurse finally got into your room.

"I will find Miss Carpenter for you, okay? Do you need anything right now?"

"I need to see if she's fine." You were so tired, your eyes and body were begging for some rest but that would only happen after you've seen your siblings and girlfriend. After a couple of minutes, the love of your life came barging into the room, with a worried look on her face. "Oh my god, (Y/N)."

She hugged you tight, making you wince in pain.

"You do know that I'm injured, right?" You joked, making her laugh a little. Damn, you missed that laugh. "Shut up, jackass. I got worried as fuck. The doctor said you were stabbed in your lung, but nothing too serious. You should be out of here tomorrow."

"Was I out for too long? How's Anika? And my siblings?" You've bombarded her with questions, so she sat down close to you and held your hand.

"Anika will be fine. She is resting right now, got through a few surgeries. Chad and Tara are fine, and Mindy got a few stitches." She kissed the back of your hand. "And you were out for at least, 8 hours."

"Damn, you got me fucking worried. You came here and hugged me like I've been in a 4 week coma, babe." She pretended to be offended and laughed.

"It felt like forever to me, idiot. But I got really worried yesterday, (Y/N)." She got serious in the last part. "What the fuck were you thinking? To face the killer like that. To fucking drop the ladder??You could've died."

"If I didn't do that, the four of us would've died. If that's your way to say 'thank you', it sucked. Try again." You joked again, making her smile.

"I'm being serious, (Y/N). That was irresponsible. You couldn't beat a killer that size without a weapon!"

"Okay, first of all, I do have weapons. They just weren't with me at that specific moment. And second of all, of course I could! I am trained in jiu-jitsu, Samantha. I could stick that guy's head in his own ass if I wanted to."

"You had THREE jiu-jitsu classes, (Y/N)! That does NOT count as training!" She said in an obvious tone.

"Whatever. You're just jealous because the instructor told you that your arms were too flimsy to practice jiu-jitsu." You teased, making her flick you on your arm. "Ow!"

"Don't you ever do that to me again, okay?"

"I promise that I'll never try to kick ghostface's ass again, even though I am professionally trained to do so."

⠀

[celestial-specter]

Once more, it’s time for:

Aftermath’s battle simulation: How one scene reintroduces us to Clone Force 99, and possibly foreshadows later events in the series.

(Part 3)

Following the realization that their training blasters are useless against the live-fire droids, Hunter instructs the group to improvise, as is their talent.

This moment is an interesting contradiction to how Hunter behaves over the remaining course if the first and second seasons - once Omega joins their group and Crosshair leaves it, he becomes intensely focused on protecting the family he has left, thinking through and intensely questioning each decision he makes. This first becomes obvious in the very next episode, Cut and Run, when Hunter doubts his ability to provide for Omega and believes it is best to leave her with Cut’s family.

As the squd leader, Hunter likely feels individually responsible for the loss of Crosshair, and we see him become increasingly risk-averse in an attempt to prevent losing anyone else. He believes the best way to keep his family safe and together is to stay out of Rex’s clone rebellion, a decision which brings about further fallout after Echo chooses to leave anyway.

Hunter, despite his care and trust for his family, has become very individualistic, attempting to take sole responsibility for his family and shouldering all the blame when things go wrong. He has become very wary of the influence of outsiders, as shown by the early stages of his friendship with Phee. He has seemingly forgotten that the core strength of his squad is their unique ability to adapt to changing circumstances, and the trust they have in each other to improvise and work in sync.

Hunter then says ‘If Tarkin wants to test us, let’s not disappoint him.’ While this statement is obviously applicable to the very real test that Tarkin is putting the group through in this scene, I believe that this statement also applies to the batch’s continuing story arc. As genetically defective clones, they have always been separate from their fellow brothers, and have developed a very close bond as a result. The real ‘test’ that the batch undergoes throughout the show is their relationships with each other coming under intense strain, and their squad splitting apart as a result.

Hunter once again lifts his helmet, and whistles to gain the attention of Wrecker and Tech from across the training ground. He could have caught their attention through a number of other ways, but chooses this method specifically. To me, this references how Hunter’s best leadership quality is his human nature - he is naturally caring and unafraid of his squads differences, including the differences he himself exhibits - they are a strength, and not a weakness.

Moving on to Wrecker and Tech, Hunter’s use of hand signals here highlights the key difference between the pair. Tech easily understands the complex signals which Wrecker struggles to learn. This shows that Tech is far more comfortable with a different style of communication than speech - he prefers gestures which clearly indicate what he is required to do, with no room for misunderstanding.

In contrast, Wrecker struggles to understand these gestures. He prefers to keep things simple, preferring a method of communication which is universal for all. While Tech’s intelligence wins out in this scene, the opposite is true when the audience see each of the brothers try to form bonds with other characters. Wrecker quickly forms a close relationship with Omega, while she and Tech struggle to find a common ground due to their alternating attachment and communication styles. Wrecker becomes fast friends with Shep, while Tech struggles to connect with Phee. Even Tech’s interactions with Romar in Ruins of War are an example of how he has to put in more work to find meaningful connection with those outside of his brothers.

However, in this scene, Tech clearly exhibits care and understanding of Wrecker, simplifying Hunter’s plan down to ‘What we did on Felucia’.

When they begin their new battle strategy, Echo splits off from Hunter and Crosshair, running along the outside of the training ground. As his training blaster is useless against the droids, it can be assumed he is only doing this to distract them. This change in position shows that Echo has his own path, separate from the rest of the batch. This movement puts him out in the open at an increased risk of being hit, and running along tilted, uneven ground, representing the danger of his choice to join Rex’s rebellion.

Due to Echo’s distraction, Wrecker is able to take down one of the droids, and Echo returns to take down another. Tech then arrives, utilizing his own skills to begin reprogramming one of the droids. This could foreshadow Tech, Echo, and Wrecker being the three members of the team focused on fixing the Eriadu railcar once it sustains damage. In that moment, Echo uses his scomp arm to try and override the system, Tech climbs on top of the railcar to fix it from above, and Wrecker attempts to physically hold the railcar together when it begins to fall apart.

In my opinion, Tech climbing on top of the reprogrammed droid is also direct foreshadowing of him climbing atop the railcar - both are instances of him attempting to use his own skillset to reprogram imperial technology to save his family.

During this time, Hunter and Crosshair have remained together, but are pinned down behind a barrier taking heavy fire from the droids. To me, this moment represents not physical closeness, but a shared desperation as they realize the severity of their circumstances by the end of series two. They are both trapped in their own situations - Crosshair in Mount Tantiss, and Hunter on the outside with no way to get to him or to Omega. By the beginning of season three, I believe both of them will have reached a state of despondency in their respective fights - Crosshair definitely seems to be exhibiting this in the few clips we have seen of him in the trailer, but I believe Hunter may deal with his emotional fallout internally, and refuse to accept help from others. Either way, they are both stuck, with no ideas on how to move forward.

#the bad batch theory #the bad batch season 3 #the bad batch theories #the bad batch spoilers #the bad batch #star wars tbb #star wars analysis #star wars #tbb echo #tbb wrecker #tbb hunter #tbb tech #tbb crosshair #sw tbb #tbb #tbb spoilers

[detectivesofty]

loving you (is killing me) | j.h.

Summary: you’ve always known that dating a detective comes with risks, but you've never realized that it was even more dangerous to be split from said detective.

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Author’s Note: this has been sitting in my drafts for two years so I decided to post it now lmao, happy reading

Warnings: mention of sex trafficking, alcohol and violence

Word Count: 3,4k

“Come on Y/N, you can’t be wasting away at home just because Jay broke up with you.”

“Stop being such an asshole, it’s barely been a week.”

Vanessa pursed her lips and plopped down on the couch next to you, pulling you close so you could lean your head on her shoulder. “I am sorry. I wasn’t trying to be an asshole. I know you’re hurting.”

And you were.

You and Jay have been dating for a long time. You’ve even been talking about your future together, getting a bigger apartment. But recently Jay’s been… Distant. And you weren’t sure if it was something you did or something you said. You never even found out what it was before he broke it off, and moved out of your apartment. After three fricking years. Just like that.

“If you want to, I can go punch Jay in the face, even if I run into the possibility of Hailey punching me.”

“Honestly, I don’t see Hailey wanting to punch you. You and Jay would just end up in a boxing match.”

The only thing that was keeping you from actually wasting away was that Vanessa was also going through a break up. The only difference here was that, while you were the dumpee, Vanessa was the dumper. Which you still didn’t quite understand, if you were being honest.

“I still don’t get why you broke things off with Hailey. I liked the two of you together. She was good for you.”

Vanessa sighed and unceremoniously shrugged with her shoulders, which were uncharacteristically strained. “Everything happened so fast and things were super intense with Hailey, I felt like the relationship was just breezing past me. I just needed to press pause for a second, you know?”

You pulled away to raise an eyebrow at Vanessa. This was the first time she had admitted out loud that this wasn’t a ‘pause’ and merely a bad patch in their relationship.

“Pause huh?”

“Shut up.”

Grinning, you tucked yourself back in Vanessa’s side, keeping your thoughts to yourself. You knew that Hailey and Vanessa eventually would end up together again, it was obvious that Vanessa still had feelings for her. They’d work it out. But then again, you had thought that you and Jay would work things out and where did that get you?

“Ugh, Jay’s such an asshole.”

“So we’re back on your thing, huh?”

“I am sorry, did you want to keep trying to tell me that you don’t want Hailey back?”

“Okay okay, we’re back on your thing. Jeez, woman. But you know my thoughts on this. Let’s go out. Fuck Jay. You’re a catch and you know it.”

Puffing out an exhale, you thought over Vanessa’s suggestion. She wasn’t telling you to date other people, just to go out, have some fun and distract yourself. As you thought over her words, you realized that while this wasn’t what you needed per se, it was obviously something that she needed, judged by the downcast look Vanessa was wearing whenever she thought you weren’t looking at her.

“Fine, let’s go out.”

Vanessa turned to you so quickly, you were worried she’d give herself whiplash, but she looked ecstatic, judged by her wide eyes. “Really?!”

“Yes, but please don’t make me regret this decision,” you groaned when she pulled you off of the couch and into your bedroom.

The next half hour, the two of you spent your time looking for outfits to wear to the ‘new hottest club in Chicago’ as Vanessa has put it. After fighting Vanessa for wanting to put you in the skimpiest outfit you’ve ever seen, you two agreed on some jeans and a decent top that showed some skin, but not all of it “Fine, be a prude, but if I had your assets, I’d sure as hell show them off.” You put some makeup on before you deemed it enough for a night out.

“Ugh,” you huffed when you got out of the cab. Apparently this really was the hottest club in Chicago based on how long the line to get in was. “Maybe this is a sign that we should go back home,” you said to Vanessa, trying to get her back to the cab, but your friend grabbed your wrist.

“Don’t be silly, we don’t have to stand in line. Come on, my guy’ll let us in.” With those words, she all but dragged you to the entrance and greeted the bouncer. “Hey Steve. This is my girl Y/N.”

Steve grinned at Vanessa and greeted her with a half hug. “Hey V. Your girl huh?”

“Oh, not like that,” you laughed and Steve nodded with a wink before he jerked his head towards the door.

“Get in. But don’t cause any trouble.”

“Can’t make any promises!” Vanessa called over her shoulder before the two of you headed inside the club and it felt like you had entered a completely different world. The music that was playing nearly deafened you and the decoration with the lights made the club look like an expensive version of every other club in Chicago.

“This is insane!” you yelled over the music and Vanessa grinned at you, mouthing told you so. Even though you didn’t even have a drop of alcohol in your system, you wanted to dance.

“Let’s go dance!”

Vanessa laughed at your sudden eagerness but complied anyway, stopping by the dance floor before you hit the bar. And as you found yourself crowded in by dancing people and with a laughing Vanessa by your side, you had realized that this was exactly what you needed after all. It seemed like the DJ was on your side too, as he kept playing one banger after the other and you felt obligated to keep dancing.

“Hey, wanna go grab a drink?” Vanessa asked and you gaped at her, waving your hands around.

“Are you kidding? During this song?”

She rolled her eyes at you, but it was obvious that she was pleased. “I’ll grab us drinks. G and T?”

You gave her a thumbs up and she disappeared into the crowd after a mere second. Strangely, you didn’t feel less comfortable now that Vanessa wasn’t by your side to shield you from strangers anymore and you just kept dancing and enjoying yourself. After Vanessa hasn’t returned after two more songs, you started to get worried. As you tried to find your way off of the dance floor by squeezing past a bunch of drunk people, while simultaneously keeping an eye out for Vanessa, you found a familiar face at the bar.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you muttered to yourself and immediately averted your eyes. “Where the heck is Vanessa?” You weaved through the crowd and made sure to put as much distance between you and him as possible, but you knew it was to no avail when a hand gently wrapped around your wrist.

“Jay.”

“Y/N. Are you avoiding me?”

With a deep breath, you turned around to face your ex and looked up at him defiantly. “And what if I was?”

“You shouldn’t be here,” Jay sighed softly and you tugged your wrist out of his grip, glaring at him.

“I am pretty sure you lost the privilege of trying to tell me what to do Jay.”

“That’s not what I meant. I am working. We’re trying to catch a guy who’s been kidnapping drunk women from clubs and sex trafficking them across the border.”

“What? I haven’t seen Vanessa for a while, have you-”

“She’s with Hailey, don’t worry.”

You let out a laugh, shaking your head. “Of course she is.” At least one of you got your happy ending.

Jay opened his mouth, no doubt to tell you to go home but he paused, as if someone was talking to him. You guessed that someone from the team was saying something through the earpiece. His jawline tightened before he turned his attention back to you.

“Find Vanessa and go home. I have to go. Adam said he saw Keller leaving the club with a woman, so you should be safe. But please. Go home.”

His voice was incredibly small, you could barely hear him over the loud music. It almost made your walls crumble. Almost.

“I can take care of myself,” you hissed and sharply turned on your heel to get away from him. You located the bathroom and went inside, leaning against the sink to collect your thoughts for a second.

Jay seemed so vulnerable, worried. But maybe it was just the lights. By the way he just unceremoniously dumped you, it didn’t seem like he cared a bit about you. With a deep exhale, you exited the bathroom, immediately running into someone.

“I’m so sorry.”

“Y/N?”

You looked up at him in confusion for a bit before you recognized who it was. “Steve, right. Sorry. Have you seen Vanessa?”

“Yeah I saw her earlier. Are you okay? You look like you just saw a ghost,” he asked and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“I am fine,” you said with a small smile.

“Why don’t you come back to the break room with me? Vanessa said she’d swing by, it’s probably easier to find her like that.”

You considered it briefly, but since Steve was a friend of Vanessa, you didn’t think for long. “Sure, that’d be nice.”

You followed Steve through the club, until you reached a door that almost wasn’t visible because it was the same color as the wall. Steve ushered you inside quickly and shut the door behind you. The break room was small, with two shelves lining the walls, a table and a couple of chairs in the middle.

“Come on, sit.”

With a long sigh, you plopped down on the nearest chair and leaned your head in your hand. Despite not wanting to follow Jay’s plea, you really did want to go home. But you weren’t going to let Vanessa stay here by herself, so you really hoped that she’d come by soon.

“Too much to drink?” Steve asked in amusement and you only shook your head.

“No, not even a drop.”

Steve chuckled and put a cup of water on the table, offering it to you.

“Thanks.” You took a big gulp of the water, before frowning at the weird aftertaste. “Is there alcohol in this?”

“What?” he laughed, shaking his head. “Of course not. It’s just water.”

Nodding slowly, you put the cup back on the table, eyeing it suspiciously. “Maybe I should just go find Vanessa. I don’t want to bother you,” you said quickly, standing up from the chair to leave, but somehow everything started swaying like there was an earthquake.

“Maybe you should just stay here” Steve said with a dark voice, pushing you back into the chair harshly. “I think you had too much to drink.”

“Sorry guys, false alarm. It was just a drunk couple. Keller is still somewhere inside,” Adam’s voice crackled through the earpiece and Jay cursed, balling his hands in a fist. He should’ve made sure it really was Keller before leaving you all by yourself.

“Fuck!”

He moved into a lesser busy corner of the club and slipped his radio out of his pocket. “Hailey? Where are you? Are you still with Vanessa? Where is Y/N?”

“I am outside with Vanessa, we couldn’t find Y/N.”

“She wouldn’t leave without me,” Vanessa chimed in, her voice muted. “She must still be inside.”

“Are you serious right now? Are you-?”

Jay was growing angrier and angrier by the second. This was exactly what he was afraid would happen. That you’d be in danger because of him. He paced back and forth, trying to think of a plan.

“Kim and Adam, search the entire club, Kevin, you take the top floor. Hailey, make sure to cover all the exits,” Voight’s voice rang through the radio. “And Vanessa… I know you’re not a part of Intelligence anymore, but we could really use your help.”

“On it Sarge,” Vanessa’s voice sounded through the radio and Jay shut his eyes, trying to get his head in order.

“Jay, don’t lose your cool. Just because we can’t find Y/N doesn’t mean Keller has her.”

“Wait, wait, hold on a minute,” Vanessa said, sounding breathless. “You guys are looking for Keller? As in Steve Keller?”

“Yes, why?”

“Oh god. He’s the bouncer of the club, right?”

“Yes, Vanessa get to the point,” Jay hissed into the radio.

“I know him, he’s- he’s a friend of mine and he let Y/N and me cut the line earlier.”

“Fuck! Are you fucking serious? Where the hell is that guy?” Jay snapped into the radio, his blood running cold.

“I don’t know!” Vanessa exclaimed.

“If he’s working here he could be in any of the staff rooms, check those rooms first.”

As soon as Jay heard those words, he raced through the club, hoping he was going to get to you in time. He pushed his way through the club, earning several dirty glances from party goers, but he didn’t spare them a second look. Jay only had one thing in mind.

You squirmed in the chair and it was hard to control your limbs. Steve had only tied you lightly, probably thinking that whatever he had dosed your water with, would render you defenseless. But you weren’t going to give up without a fight. You freed yourself from the zipties just like Jay once taught you and as Steve was talking with someone on the phone, you quietly stood up from the chair. Your stealthiness was unfortunately betrayed by a flimsy piece of tin foil you stepped on. Steve’s eyes were immediately on you and he harshly grabbed you by the arm.

“I have to take care of something,” Steve said into the phone before hanging up, backhanding you across the face, making you fall on the floor like you were made of paper. Wincing, you wiped your hand over your face and when you looked at it, there was blood all over.

“Steve, please let me go, you don’t have to do this,” you pleaded with the offender but he paid you no attention. He taped your mouth shut and tied your hands together tightly, adding tape for good measure.

You tried wriggling out of the zipties but it was no use. They were too tight and with the way you were lying on the floor, there was no way for you to get away. A single tear rolled down your face. You knew all the dangerous people Jay had to deal with and all the victims they left behind, but you never would’ve expected that this would happen to you.

Suddenly, the door was kicked open.

“Chicago PD! Show me your hands!”

You nearly started crying again when you saw Jay standing in the door, his gun trained on Steve as Adam and Kim hurried to pin Steve to the floor, cuffing him.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Jay asked, crouching down to check up on you. He gently removed the tape from your mouth and wiped the tears from your face, he was frowning so hard, you were afraid the frowns were etched into his face permanently.

“I am okay, I am okay,” you assured him, your voice croaky. You tried to give him a reassuring smile but your face hurt so much.

Jay exhaled softly, and then sat you up, cutting the tape and ties off your hands. “I was so worried,” he said quietly and stroked your cheek gently. “I thought I was too late. I am sorry, this is all my fault.”

“What?” You spluttered. “How is this your fault?”

“I… I broke up with you because I thought you’d be safer if you weren’t dating me. I was just trying to protect you and instead I pushed you into harm’s way.”

“This is the most idiotic thing I’ve ever heard,” you told him with a huff, before you coughed violently.

“Come on, let’s get you checked out,” Jay said and helped you up, walking outside of the club with you. The place was surrounded by police and people were standing around, either drunk or confused. Jay led you to the ambulance and sat you down. “I’ll have to check things with Voight and then I’ll be right back, okay?” He turned to the medic, pushing one finger into his chest.

“Keep an eye on her and make sure she’s alright okay?”

The medic nodded and turned their attention to you, tending to your wounds and bruises as Vanessa ran up to you, all breathless.

“Y/N, oh my god, are you okay?” She asked, grabbing you by the shoulders gently, nearly pushing the medic over. “Sorry, I need to check on my friend for a minute,” Vanessa said and the medic rolled his eyes, before he disappeared around the corner of the ambo.

“I can’t believe your guy is a sex trafficker, V,” you said, pulling a face at her and Vanessa frowned, wrapping her arms around you tightly.

“I am so sorry. I should have known that he was a bad guy.”

“How? With your supernatural senses? Come on, it’s not your fault.”

“Still. I would have wacked that asshole straight to county if Voight would’ve let me.”

You gave her a self-deprecating smile without pulling the stitches. “I am sure you would’ve.” You saw Hailey a few feet back and smiled at her before turning back to Vanessa. “You guys okay?”

“Yeah, I hope so,” Vanessa said, following your gaze to the blonde before her attention was shifted to a conversation between Jay and the medic that was taking place around the corner.

“-and you barely bandaged her wounds, are you kidding me?”

“That officer basically ran me over, what do you want me to do, Detective?”

“What about you?” Vanessa asked with a raised eyebrow as she turned back to you and you shrugged with your shoulders, biting back a laugh.

“I think we’ll be okay.”

“Rojas, out. Y/N needs a medic,” Jay said with the medic basically by the nape of his neck and Vanessa only mouthed “protective!” at you, before she ducked out.

“Seriously Jay. Stop fretting so much. I am fine.”

“You’re anything but fine. You’re hurt.”

“Not any worse than what you did,” you muttered and Jay sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Okay, out,” Jay told the medic who threw his hands up in frustration, walking off but not before muttering a very distinctive “Cops.” under his breath. Jay turned his attention back to you, cradling your hands. “I know I hurt you. But I wanted to protect you. Do you know what kind of target I am putting on your back by just being with you?”

“This isn’t news to me, Jay. I’ve always known that. But it’s been three years and then you suddenly just realized that? Sounds like bullshit to me.”

Jay sucked the air in sharply and he pressed his lips together, before he pulled a ring out of his pocket, showing it to you. Your eyes widened comically as you stared at the ring before you looked back up to Jay.

“Did I hit my head too hard or is that a ring?”

“I’ve been wanting to propose for a while now.”

“And the logical thing to do is break up with me, of course.”

Jay gave you a look that told you to be quiet and you pressed your lips together, though you couldn’t hold back your smile.

“The prospect of proposing to you, it made me realize how important you are to me and how I would literally lose my mind if anything ever happened to you, especially if it’d be because of me. I thought I’d protect you by breaking up with you and staying away, but tonight proved how wrong I was.”

There was a pause and you looked at him, blinking.

“... Do you always just carry that ring around, or…?”

“Y/N.”

“Right, serious talk,” you cleared your throat as he raised an eyebrow at you. “What? I am not saying yes, Jay. You haven’t even aske- get up!” You flushed when Jay got down on his knees and looked around, hoping no one had caught that. “We’re not even dating right now. Just… There are a lot of things to talk about and if all of those are resolved, you can ask. Properly.”

And a couple of weeks later he did, very very cheesily and over the top to your dismay. Secretly, you loved it, though.

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[nerdywalkingencyclopedia]

Whumptober 2022 Day 23

Read it below the line, or here on AO3 (appreciate all kudos, feedback, comments)!

"How is this possible?"

Dean walked up to Tim and Lucy, showing them new footage on his phone.

"It's been six hours in the tense standoff with the LAPD. There is much speculation in regards to hostages, but anonymous sources within the Attorney General's Office have told us that there is an undercover LAPD officer currently held inside the compound."

"Hostage negotiators say they are making headway and are hopeful for a positive outcome. There is no word as to why this officer was sent in alone."

"Which one of you is it? Which one of you is LAPD?"

"Why do you think one of us is LAPD? Tim asked, testing the waters.

"I'll be forgiven for what I have to do." Dean mumbled under his breath, evidently getting more pissed by the minute.

"What are you on about. LAPD?" Lucy asked.

"One of you does. Who. Is. It?" Deans voice echoed, and even his second-man failed to hide a flinch.

There was no time to think, it was a split second decision. Life or Death. The risk was worth it.

"Me. It's me."

There was no time to gather thoughts before Dean took a stride forward and threw a punch.

Lucy struggled to keep her face straight as she saw Tim head jerk back at the sheer force of the punch.

Tim moved his head back, and Lucy only saw a sliver of blood trailing down his chin before Dean twisted the sergeant's left arm behind his back, slamming him into the wall.

"You lied to me. I don't like liars." Dean said into Tim's ear, further twisting his hand in pain. His eyes locked with Lucy, trying to convey to him that despite this setback, her cover seemed to be intact. He needed it to stay that way.

"Is it just you?"

"Yes."

"I'm going to give you five seconds to revise that answer. Because if I find out you're lying, I will watch your accomplice die first, before I kill you."

Tim saw Lucy open her mouth, but uttered a 'it's just me' before she could get a word out.

"Good."

A swift kick to Bradford's knee sent him sprawling onto the floor, gripping his knee in pain.

"On your knees. Now."

As fast as he could with the dull throbbing in his knee, he pulled himself up, staring at Dean who was now pointing a gun at him. He stared into the barrel, unfazed.

He gestured at his associates, who are formed up on either side of Tim, enveloping his arms into theirs.

"Lucy, is it?" Dean asked, looking back at Chen, who was standing there, mentally running through solutions of how to get out of the mess they were in.

"Did you know he was in the LAPD?"

"Tim told me he was former military, unemployed, looking for someone with the right expertise. Now I needed them expertise, so he was hired. He's been reliable, trustworthy."

"Maybe you don't know your people so well."

Dean holstered his gun, and walked behind Tim, who had now hung his head down, wincing in pain from the prolonged duration on his injured knee. Dean grabbed a tuft of Tim's hair, jerking his head up to face Lucy, who could do nothing but look on, betraying no emotion.

"I think, Lucy, that Tim here needs to pay for his lies here, and for putting us all in danger. Why don't you take a shot at him?"

"I don't do my own work, Dean."

"You do today," he took his weapon out again, brandishing it, "or maybe I could just dispose of your little asset."

There could be no debate here. Lucy stepped forward, conflicted.

"I can take it." Tim said, directing his words at Lucy.

"I sure hope you can," Dean stated behind him, "because we have a lot to do before sunrise…"

Lucy threw her first punch. It had to be believable, for both of their sakes…

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[f4rlands]

Jimmy is getting a little desperate when it happens.

He’s in the middle of a bustling town, stocking up on preservatives and other supplies for the road, and it’s sweltering. The July sun beats down relentlessly, making everything sweaty and humid in a way that even the wide brim of his hat can’t save him from, and there are bodies all around, shoving their way through the market.

He needs a drink — or to dunk himself in the nearest water source, either works — but the crowds are unyielding, and he can’t seem to find an opportunity to break away to somewhere quieter. The market is alive with chatter, discussion and bargaining from each stall being carried by the faint breeze as Jimmy finds himself following crowds, trapped in their current.

The golden clasp of his cloak is pulled atop the bridge of his nose, covering his gills and scaled with the fabric it holds in place. The star-spattered fabric of said cloak falls around him gracelessly, and he bats at it as it gets caught on his belt once again, the glinting bangles on his wrist chiming as he does so. He’s panting, the makeshift mask worsening the oppressive weather, but there are limited options in such a crowded place.

Tightening the grip on his coin-purse, Jimmy attempts, once again, to part from the sea of bodies and get to a stall, a seat, a water fountain- anything!

He can feel as the staff strapped underneath his pack hums, imploring him to pull it and try just a little spell; something to force everything around him to slow down so he can finally get away. His… history with magic isn’t particularly promising, but he’s been practising! Surely, something as simple as a little messing with the fabric of time wouldn’t be too hard.

The stifling heat has been bugging him for hours now, and Jimmy is certain that he’s beginning to move into dangerous territory. The curse bound to him — the one responsible for his scales, fins and aversion to arid environments like this one; a curse that he definitely didn’t accidentally put on himself — has moved him past the point of simple discomfort. While he’s definitely still parched, uncomfortable and chafing, he’s starting to get lightheaded too, a little too dizzy and moving with a stumbled gait, met with glares and infuriated grumbles.

Okay, he needs to make a decision now: passing out, or magic time. Weighing it up as best he can with heat-muddled logic, the unfortunate risk that comes with passing out — the possibility of being revealed as a curse-bearer and chased out of town like some sort of dark omen —  makes casting something more attractive. And besides, temporal magic is an area he doesn’t dabble in too often — usually preferring to stick with his specialty, transmutation — so it’s a good bit of practice!

Grabbing his staff is easy, it’s second nature, and as he slides it from the loop which has secured it to his back, it begins to glow a faint purple hue. 

Logically, which isn’t an approach Jimmy takes very often, this spell could probably be approached from a transmutative root. After all, transmutation considers changing a subject’s state of being- changing time’s state of being doesn’t stray too far, right?

He lets out a quiet hum, running his carefully covered hands along the staff’s uneven wood. He could build on a fairly simple spell- maybe an altered version of Feather Fall would do the trick? Feather Fall is a basic spell that could curb a person’s rate of descent, or something like that, so he might be able to apply it to time, too? Probably. If he tries really hard.

Jimmy closes his eyes, stopping in the middle of the street to the audible dismay of those behind him, reaching for the magic that has begun to gather under his feet. He draws it up as best he can, trying to ignore the pounding of his head, and channels it, albeit shakily, into the staff. It gathers as he asks it to, with less resistance than usual, and he feels optimistic for a split second.

Something happens, something definitely casts, bursting outwards with a flash of light, and there is suddenly dread pooling in the pit of his stomach. The confidence — the moment of it’ll be okay — fades away in an instant, leaving him cold. Someone shouts, and Jimmy doesn’t want to open his eyes anymore. His mind is still swimming, though, and he needs to get to the water- so he cracks open a single eye, peering past long lashes at the surrounding street.

The terrain around him, stretching roughly five-foot in every direction, has roughened, turning brittle and cracking in the heat. That is… not what he was going for.

The previously swimming crowds of people have paused, vendors going silent and trying to observe the cause of the commotion. Although a largely harmless and common spell, it is certainly not going to help him get away, and the unexpectedness of its sudden casting has drawn eyes. So definitely not helpful for the whole laying low thing, either.

A haphazard circle has formed around Jimmy, glancing at him questioningly, when an unnaturally violent — for the current weather, anyway — gust of wind blows through the area. It feels as though he’s watching in slow motion as the cloak falls from his nose and his hat is creased backwards, flapping in the wind.

Preoccupied by grabbing his hat to stop it from flying away completely, Jimmy finds his aquamarine scales and pointed teeth exposed to the surrounding crowds, fins and gills being put on display by his sudden movement.

There’s a beat, and then a man with dark hair and thick leather gloves grabs his wrist and they’re running through the stuttering crowds of people and into an unoccupied side street.

They weren’t running for long- only ten minutes or so- but Jimmy genuinely feels like he’s going to keel over, so he can only slump to the ground with a frame-racking gag as the man turns to face him.

Through heaving breaths, Jimmy notes the odd streak of green in his hair and the glimmering emeralds swinging from his ears. He’s observing Jimmy rather impartially, tugging at the root-like scarf wound around his neck.

“Sorry about that, must have made the wind a bit too strong.” The man shrugs, and pulls his scarf again to be a little tighter, “I wasn’t expecting your entire disguise to fall through right away, or for you to go straight after that ugly hat- that thing is hideously impractical…”

Jimmy takes another heedy gasp of air, furrowing his eyebrows and glaring at the man. Mercifully, he ignores the comment about his gorgeous hat, which is currently sitting in the dirt of the street, and asks, “you- that was… you?”

“Your little quake was kind of pitiful- I couldn’t not show you up. And besides, it was definitely worth it- you should’ve seen your face.”

Jimmy wants to punch this guy, just a little. Apparently he’s in quite the benevolent mood today however, and it has him deciding that getting water is more important than chewing the other out.

“Do you-” a wheeze, “have a drink?”

Somehow, the man looks put out by the question, as though exposing Jimmy to a huge crowd of people, insulting his hat and mocking his magic isn’t enough reason to share some water. Jimmy is desperately trying to think of some snarky remark about being a fish out of water, when the man reaches to unhook a water canteen from his hip and passes it to him.

He takes four massive gulps, and then pours the rest of the water over his head, maintaining eye contact and rejoicing in the slight glimmer of disbelief that he sees. Despite (or maybe thanks to) the man’s displeasure, the water is incredibly refreshing, instantly allowing Jimmy to perk up, and he hasn’t been this thankful for water in a long while.

“You- hey! That was mine!”

“It belongs to the floor now, lad. Sorry.” He’s not sorry- in the slightest.

The man lets out a few whines of irritation, flailing his hands around before grabbing the canteen and clipping it back in place with a huff.

Finned ear flicking, Jimmy realises there’s no screaming or clamouring coming from the surrounding streets, so it’s more than likely that the people of this town aren’t too concerned by his presence. That’s definitely a positive, and the lack of concern over curse-bearers is true of more places than not nowadays — after all, it’s pretty common knowledge that a curse isn't transferable or contagious — though some areas still fear them as omens. 

It’s to be expected in particularly religious climates, with many ancient scripts detailing people born as warnings, and magical experimentation in general can be dangerous, but that doesn’t make the need for caution any less irritating.

While Jimmy isn’t some sort of predestined harbinger, his own magical experimentation has earned a reputation in his hometown of… wariness — not that his trials often go wrong, of course. His magical prowess is boundless and impressive, the alertness of his spells are just an over-caution. 

Back home, he’s heard folks joking about him being a canary in a coal mine — followed by bad luck and indicative of spectacular disasters. He can vaguely recall a quiet winter day, which saw him slowly meandering his way back from the fields and past the town hall. He’d heard the elders discussing the mishaps that he always seemed to be at the scene of. They’d always say something about how it won’t be surprising when he eventually grows his wings; magic will make an omen of that one, yet. 

If they could see him now, he’s certain it would be almost comical — the traits he definitely didn’t curse himself to manifest are those of a fish, after all, and you can’t find a creature much further from a bird.

Jimmy grins at the thought, flaring his gills and dragging his claws through the packed mud beneath him. Slumped on the floor of the street with water dripping from his hair, he can finally think again, and tilts his head slightly at the man towering above him, “right- now that we’ve outran a possibly angry horde, are we going to exchange pleasantries? I’m Jimmy, what’s your name?” 

The man stares, hair falling in his eyes. “Joel,” he replies with a crooked grin. “There’s a worm on your hat.”

Jimmy rips his gaze to where his hat continues to lie on the ground, letting out a noise of protest at the aforementioned worm crawling on the brim. He grabs it and shakes it quickly, a cloud of dust falling from the hat as the worm flies across the street, then pulls the hat close, cradling it in his arms with a frown tugging at his lips.

“So, what were you actually trying to do? With that spell?” Joel inquires, pointed ear flicking slightly, “for someone seemingly concerned about drawing attention, that was a bad choice.”

Sputtering, Jimmy tries to think of how best to phrase this without sounding like the most incapable wizard in the world- he’s good at magic! Sometimes! “I was- I was trying to like, get the crowd to stop?” The pitch of his voice is steadily rising, and he winces, “I need water - y’know, hah, fish and all - so I was trying to go and look for some.”

Joel blinks, with a look of complete disbelief that sends Jimmy into a stammering ramble.

“I tried to modify a different spell and bam! Before you know it, there’s big old crack in the ground, but the crowd has stopped- so that was a success, obviously- uhm-”

Joel has raised his hands in a stop motion, eyes squeezed shut with an exasperated sigh, “you- you’re telling me that you were trying to mess with time, and all you could muster was a bloody cantrip?” Well, when you put it like that… “That’s- pretty pathetic, I’m not gonna lie to you.”

“Wha- I don’t see you doing any better!” Jimmy defends, “all you did was summon a little breeze- that’s not any more impressive!”

“I could literally murder you and bring you back from the dead right now. With like a sixty-percent success rate on the whole bringing-back part, or something like that.”

Narrowing his eyes, Jimmy stares at Joel a little suspiciously, placing his dirtied hat back atop his head and standing, “but you wouldn’t, of course.”

“Not unless you want an example.”

“No, thank you.”

They stand awkwardly for a few moments, the echo of Joel tapping his boot on the ground being the only noise to permeate the air, until Jimmy clears his throat.

“Hypothetically though, could you necromance me?” The tapping stops, suddenly. “Like, please don’t actually kill me, but it’d be cool, y’know?”

And— silence again. Joel looks slightly jaded and a little disgruntled, and Jimmy can’t help but lament over the fact that this is his fault to begin with — he initiated the conversation!

As Jimmy grumbles about rude strangers, Joel spins on his heel, pushes the hair out of his eyes and flashes a sharp-toothed grin, “are we going then?”

“Huh?” he double-takes for a moment.

Joel is already walking though, calling “come on, Jimmy! I’m not waiting for you,” and Jimmy doesn’t really know what else to do.

What’s the worst that could happen by following him, really? His magic might not be able to affect temporal spheres as well as he’d like quite yet, but he’s still a very skilled, not-at-all cursed wizard, who can, without a doubt, hold his own in a fight.

He nods to himself and calls after Joel, chasing his shredded coattails as they disappear around the corner, “you can’t just respond to a vague inquiry about being murdered by taking said murder-ee to some unknown place!”

It’s all going to be fine.

#cursed wizards au #solidaritygaming #jimmy solidaritygaming #smallishbeans #joel smallishbeans #long post #writes

[lopsidedtreetrunks]

I was looking throught some of my old art files (procrastinating lmao) and found this project I started back when Rift Apart came out

It definitely wasnt a way of self inserting myself into the plot or anything cough cough

Anyway I remember that the basic plot was something like this (this has ended up WAY longer than intended so sorry about that rip):

At the beginning, when Ratchet and Clank are falling through the broken rifts, one of them spits them out over a rural farm in [insert a country here] where a human is feeding the chickens in the evening. They see the rift and the figures falling through it, and run over to see whats going on.

"Ummmm,, are you okay?" They ask the aliens, although its seems like they either didnt hear them or were just ignoring them.

Ratchet, who had faceplanted the ground, peels himself up onto his hands and knees, still not noticing the human in front of him, groans, "Clank, buddy, you have any idea where we are?"

The little robot picks himself up and scans the area, seeing the human but paying them no mind past a quick glance, "We appear to have landed on a distant, primitive planet."

"Primitive?" The human exclaims, "that's a bit rude, isn't it?"

Hearing this other voice, Ratchet jumps up exitedly, "oh good, a native! Where's the nearest space port?"

The human looks confused, "space... port...?"

Ratchet and Clank look at each other, worried and annoyed, respectively. "As I said... Primitive." Clank muttered.

Before the human could refute this, sirens could be heard in the distance, growing closer.

Deciding to let go of their annoyance at the robot's comment, the human makes a split second decision. "Look, if you guys really are aliens, you'll need to hide somewhere. Those sirens are probably looking for you, and they won't be nice."

"Oh don't worry, we're used to running from the Law." Ratchet brags.

"Sure, just - we have a big barn round the corner, and a forest to the north, you can probably hide out there. I'll try to stall whoever comes here for as long as I can."

"Thanks, uh.. what's your name, by the way?"

They all exchanged names before the robot jumped onto the lombax's back and they ran off.

***

From this point I dont have a completely clear plot, just that it's the police and government who show up, the human denies any knowledge of what happened, claiming to have thought the rift opening was just lightning. The police then search the whole farm and part of the forest but dont find anything (not sure how - but r&c are stealthy so I'm sure theyll have thought of something. Plus the police are dumb and tend to half-ass things lol). After they all leave, the human goes to check on all the animals: the cows, sheep and chickens in the paddocks, and the horses in the stables. They check on the barn last, which is where r&c were hiding, giving the human a shock when they jump down from the rafters. They come to some sort of agreement that r&c can hide out there to build a new ship from scrap metal that the human takes from local tips and scrapyards. The government is on their backs constantly but somehow they manage to evade complete suspicion until the very last moments before the ship is finished. The human is taken by the government to be tortured for information, and r&c have to decide whether to leave straight away and avoid conflict, or whether to save their new friend and risk potential capture themselves (i think its obvious which option they'll take hehe). The cost of breaking the human out of the facility they're being kept in, is that they won't be able to live peacefully on earth anymore - the government would be able to find them no matter where they went, bc it would be a global effort since it has to do with aliens and such. So the human has to leave earth behind, and travels with r&c through the universe and more stable rifts, trying to get back to Kerwan. Since the ship is made of scraps, it eventually breaks down, thus flinging the three back to the start of the game, falling through rifts until they end up where they do.

I'm not sure if the human would end up with one of the two, or if they would end up elsewhere entirely. I literally only ever planned out the meeting and thought very briefly about how they would get off-planet. If anyone fancies picking this up, go ahead, just pls tag me bc I'd love to see it 🤠

(And dw, the farm animals would be taken care of by family/friends of the human; they'd have told their closest confidants at some point that they're hiding aliens from the government after acting suspiciously about all the scrap metal they suddenly have lmao)

#JEEZ this post is MUCH longer than i originally thought itd be #i was just gonna post the sketches and a brief description but then my brain went writer-mode lmao #anyway idk if this is even any good or if anyone will even like it but #im trying my best to just post my stuff without thinking myself in circles like i usually do bsbsjsn #ratchet and clank #rift apart #ratchet and clank rift apart #r&c #self insert #(kinda) #reader insert #(also kinda) #long post #sketch #writing #fanfic #also i forgot i set it in 1997 bc of the 50th anniversary of roswell #just thought that was a fun tidbit about it 😆

[wouldduskwood]

Descendants of Despair Part 84

Methodical. Always methodical. I scanned every room, despite knowing that Jake had not spent much time in the vicinity. I couldn't afford to make a mistake. Not now.

My steps thudded through the building, sending clouds of dust into the air. It couldn't be helped. To try and muddy any evidence further, I spent some time running in various directions, standing on the footprints that were left behind, scooting my feet so that they were smeared and hard to read. It was a small act and probably made very little difference but it gave me something to focus on.

Leaving the loft that had been so temporarily Jake's home, a sense of finality hung in the air. The door slammed shut behind me, seeming to confirm this feeling. The closing of that part of my life. I cast one last look at the building then forced myself into the driver's side of the car, cringing as a hint of Jake's familiar smell assaulted my nostrils. Leaning against the steering wheel, my head in my arms, I took some deep steadying breaths then forced myself onto the road. If I were caught here with Jake's gear, then I risked being held as an accessory to the crime.

As the wheels hit the open road, I found myself driving without really thinking of where I was going. My head spun with all that had happened since I had made that fateful decision to leave Jake's presence. What I had thought would be our salvation had really turned into our destruction. I wasn't angry with him for getting caught, even after he had promised so faithfully he would remain safe. I knew that whatever had occurred, it would have been for some noble reason. Especially after he had decided on his future.

Eventually, I looked up and found myself at the small cottage that had been our first real home together. Bordering the Duskwood forest, it wasn't far from where I needed to be, but it still offered some privacy. Jake's belongings would be safe enough here and there was a chance that, if he were to be released, he would be able to find them no matter what happened to myself.

I unloaded the car, placing his set up back into the room it had once been in. Making a hasty decision, I connected it as best as I could and began scanning the strings of code that booted on start up. As my eyes scanned through string after string, I sat back with a start, realising just how much trouble he had been in.

A string of unfamiliar code met my eyes. The code that would terminate everything if an unfamiliar user were to enter the space. Including my only connection to Jake. Our phones. The only thing that had prevented this from occurring when I had stepped, almost carelessly now I realised, into the building that had housed his equipment was there was an emergency release that picked up on my phone signal and had disabled the process. Jake really did think of everything.

As I leaned back on my heels, I considered my options. My best guess was that Alan and his crew, potentially working with other agencies, had managed to get to Jake somehow. I had no doubt in my mind that they had used his feelings for me to manipulate him into their bidding. There was no way that Jake would have allowed himself to be taken from my life if that wasn't the case. At that moment I wished he had been able to come to me instead. We could have ran away together. Fuck Hannah and fuck the whole Duskwood situation.

I made a split second decision and switched off Jake's computer. In an attempt to conceal his equipment, I moved it all into a cupboard in the same room and piled a couple of our threadbare blankets onto it. Grabbing Jake's bag, I chucked it in as well. Then, semi-satisfied with my attempts at concealment, I left the room and drove the car behind the house. Nobody would spot it there. There were no neighbouring buildings - at least none that had any inhabitants - and it was surrounded by dense forest.

With one last look at the home that had been ours so briefly, I took off running into the night, heading back towards Duskwood. Towards Dan's and an unknown future. With each step, I felt the cold and manipulative person I was sink back into every pore of my being.

#duskwood #duskwood fanfic #duskwood jakexmc #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood jake x player #jakexmc #duskwood jakexplayer #jake x mc #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood jake

[arecaceae175]

3, 12, 18, 23

Fanfic ask game

3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year

The first thing that comes to mind is chapter 1 of In Defense of Honor. I'll throw the scene under the read more bc it's a bit long :D

OH ALSO I really liked chapter 14 of febuwhump. There was cool subtext going on and it was fun to write. That's down below too

12. favorite character to write about this year

LU SKY!!!!! I also wrote a little bit of Loft from Bonus Links and I thoroughly enjoyed that too

18. current number of wips

Posted WIPs: 5, but one of those is Temple Escape and I don't plan on finishing that, so really just 4

WIPs in my drafts folder: 19. That's only counting the fics in my drafts I've actually started writing. There are about 15 more docs that have ideas or outlines lol

23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t

Hmmm I wouldn't say there's any I wanted to write but didn't. I have a lot of WIPs that I'm still working on that I'm excited about!

IDOH:

Sky rolled his shoulders and took one step towards the men, but he was stopped by Warriors’ hand on his arm. 

"Sky, it's fine. Let's just go," Warriors whispered. Sky ripped his arm away and stepped fully in front of Warriors. 

"No, it's not fine," Sky muttered over his shoulder. He turned to face the man in front of him. 

"Do you have something to say about your hero?" Sky said loudly. The man and his friends sniggered, then he stood and rolled his shoulders.

" Hero ," the man said sarcastically as he swayed on his feet. "I sure do." 

His words were slurred and Sky could smell the alcohol even more strongly than before. His meager self-preservation instincts were screaming at him to leave, but the heartbroken look on Warriors' face when he let his mask slip for a split second was burned into Sky's mind. 

"This man risked his life for his kingdom. He sacrificed so much to save you, all of you! And this is how you repay that?" Sky said. He felt his hands shaking, righteous anger for his brother burning within him. 

“We’re knights! We’re the ones who protect this place!” The man yelled back. 

"Sky," Warriors hissed. Sky ignored him.

"You're a disgrace to the knighthood," Sky spit. 

"Who the hell do you think you are?" The man yelled. He threw his hands up and shoved Sky with all his might. Sky barely felt it, and he only had to take a half step back to right himself. Warriors gasped and tensed beside him, but Sky put out an arm to settle him.

"I'll give you that one ," Sky growled. "If you try anything else I won't hold back."

Febuwhump:

Time spit blood onto the ground, then raised his head again. His cheek was split and a small stream of blood dripped down his face. He met Warriors’ gaze. “Do what you must.”

A knife was placed in Warriors’ hand and it cleared all the haze in his mind. He had done it, they trusted him . This was his chance to get Time out alive and keep the others safe. He gripped the knife with white knuckles and forced his breathing to steady.

“I don’t think you understand,” Warriors said. He needed Time to see his plan. They both needed to be ready to run, and Warriors needed to know if Time could still fight. “I’m the best shot you’ve got.” 

“Why? Are we friends now?” Time asked. It sounded sarcastic, but Warriors knew Time was trying to ask for more information. 

“Because I’m the one holding the knife,” Warriors said.

“And your friends are the ones holding the swords,” Time said, minutely shaking his head. 

Warriors’ heart sank. Time could see the entire room and into the hallway. Warriors never got a good look, but judging by Time’s answer there were too many guards and too many weapons for him to take on alone. 

Warriors realized he had to make a decision. Either he refused, which would give away his position and jeopardize the others, or he had to torture Time. Warriors felt his hands start to shake and images of a battlefield littered with his fallen brothers flashed through his mind. How many of those bodies had he been forced to put there?

Warriors shook the thoughts out of his head and refocused his gaze on Time. He desperately hoped their captors couldn’t see his shaking hands or his rapid breaths. He needed to keep his head. Time needed him.

“No one has to die here. Tell me the location so we can all walk away,” Warriors said, desperate to buy himself more time to think.

Time said nothing. 

Warriors slashed the knife across Time’s chest. Time remained silent, but he flinched and clenched his eyes shut. His expression of pain was seared into Warriors mind, and he knew with certainty he would see it in his dreams for the rest of his life. 

#thanks for the ask! #IDOH #febuwhump #ace's asks #ace's ask games

[struggle-but-its-all-ocean-floor]

In regards to the performance thing… I honestly think it’s nerves. As much as he is really showing a new side to himself and leading with this image of confidence and bravado, it’s hard to shake the type of self-critical feelings that we know he has had for years about his performances— and that was when he was with a group that’s like family to him, supporting and performing all together. It really is another thing entirely to walk onto a stage alone and ‘fill’ it with your presence, voice, dancing, energy etc.

He is of course most certainly capable of doing it! BUT it’s not easy and a totally different mental game. I think Yoongi mentioned it in their Suchwita episode… this feeling of knowing that you HAVE to go on despite illness, a bad day, stress, nerves, or whatever because you’re the only one and everyone came to watch you.

I think he may be skipping some of those more difficult lines at times because JK (as we know), is the type of person who would much rather only have a perfect version exist… almost like he’d rather pull back slightly than hit a run slightly flat or not 100% perfectly. And let’s be real, he’s amazing but he’s human— you cannot do everything perfectly every time. But when you’re alone on stage and all eyes are on you, it’s really easy to get more worked up in your head than you’d assume even a seasoned performer would get.

He knows we know that he’s capable, so I think sometimes he’s making split second decisions to not risk ‘marring’ (in his head, I don’t think anyone would actually expect the level of perfection from him that he expects of himself) a performance, if he can recognise that the nerves are more prevalent that day.

I also think it comes down to how ‘ready’ he deems himself to be. In his live he said he didn’t really get to monitor the performance well beforehand and he only ran through it once. From all the years of behind the scenes content, we obviously know that as a group and individually when BTS are prepping for shows they rehearse for weeks/months, do multiple tech run throughs, stay late to do extra practice… but when it’s a concert organised by other people, you get your allocated time to tech and that’s it. Nerves are often dampened by how adequate you feel your preparation is, so it could be that for a lot of these overseas schedules he just feels more out of his depth a bit because he doesn’t have as much opportunity to prepare the way he’s used to.

Of course this is something that all the members will have had to navigate, but I think perhaps in trying to push himself to be this new ultra confident version of himself he’s actually unknowingly made it harder for himself to not be ‘perfect’. That, and he’s definitely promoting in a way that’s unfamiliar/outside of the usual schedule for comebacks… the other members seem happy to align their promoting style with their personality or working styles, so maybe they’ve given themselves a better chance at feeling comfortable alone and also comfortable to be human/flawed.

I don’t know, just some thoughts! Sorry this is so long lol

I don't think it's nerves or being a perfectionist. Jungkook performed at the WC so his Seven performances can't be more nerve wrecking than performing in front of random soccer fans. When he's nervous you can tell (maybe his voice is shaky at first) but he gets over it. His performances have been consistent too, from his US and UK promos to performing at home for Army at Inkigayo or Yoongi's concert. He's been enjoying himself, and I don't think nerves have anything to do with it. Even his cold doesn't justify his performance because now that he's seemingly recovered, his performance is the same. I also think Jungkook isn't afraid of taking risks. He's never 100% perfect on stage and he's experienced enough to know that. Sometimes his vocals are a bit flat or pitchy, and that's normal. He's proven that he can sing anything he wants to sing during live Seven performances (he does one high note, so he could do the rest), but I think he's choosing not to, and that's what's disappointing. Surely, bad weather and the cold don't help, but it's more than that. I don't want to make excuses for him. I think the consistency of his performances prove that these are all choices he's making, and I just don't like them and think he can do much better.

#ask #bts #jungkook #thanks for the ask #text

[adventureuniversal]

Health Benefits Of Paragliding

Why It's Good For Your Body And Mind

Physical And Mental Health Benefits Of Paragliding

Paragliding is an exciting sport that offers many physical and mental health benefits. Not only is it a great way to stay in shape, but it can also help you relax, reduce stress, and improve your overall wellbeing. Here are some of the top health benefits of paragliding:

Firstly, powered paragliding requires a lot of physical activity. It involves running, jumping, and lifting heavy equipment, all of which can improve your cardiovascular health, build muscle strength, and increase your overall stamina. Additionally, paragliding also requires a lot of core strength, which can help improve your posture and reduce your risk of back pain.

Secondly, paragliding with motor can help reduce stress and anxiety. When you're flying through the air, you're forced to focus on the present moment and let go of any worries or distractions. This can be incredibly calming and can help you achieve a sense of mindfulness and inner peace.

Thirdly, paragliding can also help improve your mental agility and decision-making skills. When you're flying through the air, you're constantly assessing your surroundings, making split-second decisions, and reacting to changing conditions. This can help improve your cognitive abilities and can even carry over into other areas of your life, such as work or school.

Finally, paragliding can also be a great way to meet new people and build social connections. Whether you're flying with a group of friends or joining a paragliding in gurgaon club, you'll have the opportunity to connect with like-minded individuals who share your passion for adventure and the great outdoors.

In conclusion, paragliding motorised is a fantastic way to improve your physical and mental health while also having fun and exploring the world from a unique perspective. So, if you're looking for a new hobby that will challenge you both physically and mentally, consider giving paragliding a try!

#paragliding #outdoor sports #adventure sports #journey #explore

[sagaofstardustmkg]

desperation || bo || 5.5 || re: voting

Bo’s eyes stray from Lady towards Petrel as the other man votes for Mizu. He’s not subtle about it. He makes a show of it even, and the purpose isn’t hard to guess. It’s one that Bo can see in the immediate, sharp tilt of colors dialed up too bright all around him. It’s an impending visual chaos ready to break loose.

“Everyone—”

And break loose it does, in a storm preceded by Nev’s gnashing teeth, carried through Dragom’s nearly deafening rage and accompanied by Baku’s quieter stammering. It crashes down on his head and rings in his ears, a visual cacophony of fear and betrayal and love all rolled into one.

“Just…”

Bo finds his own words, his own thoughts even, drowning beneath it. This isn’t the calm eye of a hurricane. It’s squarely in the thick of things, while Sasha sits up above it all, smug and self-satisfied. Bo has long since memorized the facets of his shit-eating emotional spectrum. He saw it in the note on the bulletin board all those months ago. He saw it in the stupid toad that they’ve chased after time and time again. And he’s tired of it. He’s so fucking tired.

“EVERYONE JUST SHUT UP—”

Bo doesn’t often raise his voice. It happens when his own feelings are too strong to come out any other sort of way—occasionally when he’s flustered, and sometimes when he’s angrier than he knows what to do with. At the moment, it’s neither, and it reads clear on his face what the cause is. He’s scared. It takes a moment after the initial outburst for him to grasp at the words he wants and pin them down before they can run off again.

“Stop and think for two fucking seconds. Regardless of who you think is the guilty party in this, you may not be voting for what you think you are.”

He takes a moment to squeeze his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his nose. The headache already sitting at the base of his skull is manageable for the moment. He holds up his index finger.

“There are three possible outcomes here. One, a majority votes for Mizukabe. If Sasha deems him guilty enough, then he’ll be executed the same way we’ve come to expect. The risk to any innocents is extremely low.”

Bo holds up a second finger.

“Two, a majority votes for Lady. If Sasha deems her guilty enough, then she’ll be executed the same way we’ve come to expect. The risk to any innocents is, once again, extremely low.”

He holds up a third finger.

“Three, we spend the remaining time arguing like a bunch of fucking idiots for Sasha’s entertainment. We cannot come to a consensus. Our vote is split too many fucking ways and without a majority, we’re left with a mistrial. Based on what we know happened last time, choosing not to single out a specific guilty party means someone else is going to be seriously hurt—and we know it’s not going to be our choice of who.” 

“This is where we’re heading, currently. And the only person who wins in that scenario is sitting up there in his stupid little Sherlock costume, already far too fucking pleased with himself.”

Bo briefly points up at Sasha before his hands curl back into fists, and disappear under the table once again.

“If enough of us can’t come to an agreement together, then none of you are voting to execute who you think is guilty—you’re voting for someone who could be completely innocent to die, if they can't survive whatever the fuck is in their book. It could even be the person you’re trying to fucking save. It could even be multiple people. We have no fucking clue, and there isn't a convenient wish to give anyone even a little bit of safety this time.”

He looks around the table briefly, too briefly to really stare pointedly at anyone in particular. It becomes clear a moment later that he was counting. With a tired sigh, he leans back in his seat and closes his eyes, head tipped back to the ceiling.

“Eight people need to choose the same culprit, or we get no fucking choice at all. So make whatever decision you like. Make the choice that you think is right… just be fucking aware of what you’re doing.”

He hopes that much, at least isn't too much to ask for. And he hopes that hope isn't wasted. It's been in dangerously short supply lately.

#ch5 #trial #bo

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#5

I'm sorry, but that Chicago Fire episode killed me... I cannot believe they did that to Hawkami. Was NOT expecting that 😭😭😭.

12 notes - Posted October 6, 2022

#4

Whumptober 2022 Day 23

Read it below the line, or here on AO3 (appreciate all kudos, feedback, comments)!

"How is this possible?"

Dean walked up to Tim and Lucy, showing them new footage on his phone.

"It's been six hours in the tense standoff with the LAPD. There is much speculation in regards to hostages, but anonymous sources within the Attorney General's Office have told us that there is an undercover LAPD officer currently held inside the compound."

"Hostage negotiators say they are making headway and are hopeful for a positive outcome. There is no word as to why this officer was sent in alone."

"Which one of you is it? Which one of you is LAPD?"

"Why do you think one of us is LAPD? Tim asked, testing the waters.

"I'll be forgiven for what I have to do." Dean mumbled under his breath, evidently getting more pissed by the minute.

"What are you on about. LAPD?" Lucy asked.

"One of you does. Who. Is. It?" Deans voice echoed, and even his second-man failed to hide a flinch.

There was no time to think, it was a split second decision. Life or Death. The risk was worth it.

"Me. It's me."

There was no time to gather thoughts before Dean took a stride forward and threw a punch.

Lucy struggled to keep her face straight as she saw Tim head jerk back at the sheer force of the punch.

Tim moved his head back, and Lucy only saw a sliver of blood trailing down his chin before Dean twisted the sergeant's left arm behind his back, slamming him into the wall.

"You lied to me. I don't like liars." Dean said into Tim's ear, further twisting his hand in pain. His eyes locked with Lucy, trying to convey to him that despite this setback, her cover seemed to be intact. He needed it to stay that way.

"Is it just you?"

"Yes."

"I'm going to give you five seconds to revise that answer. Because if I find out you're lying, I will watch your accomplice die first, before I kill you."

Tim saw Lucy open her mouth, but uttered a 'it's just me' before she could get a word out.

"Good."

A swift kick to Bradford's knee sent him sprawling onto the floor, gripping his knee in pain.

"On your knees. Now."

As fast as he could with the dull throbbing in his knee, he pulled himself up, staring at Dean who was now pointing a gun at him. He stared into the barrel, unfazed.

He gestured at his associates, who are formed up on either side of Tim, enveloping his arms into theirs.

"Lucy, is it?" Dean asked, looking back at Chen, who was standing there, mentally running through solutions of how to get out of the mess they were in.

"Did you know he was in the LAPD?"

"Tim told me he was former military, unemployed, looking for someone with the right expertise. Now I needed them expertise, so he was hired. He's been reliable, trustworthy."

"Maybe you don't know your people so well."

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13 notes - Posted October 22, 2022

#3

Masterlist of Masterlists

Whumptober 2021

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13 notes - Posted January 31, 2022

#2

Chapters: 1/4 Fandom: The Rookie (TV 2018) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tim Bradford/Lucy Chen Characters: Tim Bradford, Lucy Chen (The Rookie) Additional Tags: chenford, Hospitals, Episode Tag, Post-Episode: s05e05 The Fugitive, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Lucy Chen (Rookie), Car Accidents, Triple Drabble, Unconsciousness, Worried Tim Bradford, Blood Summary:

A triple drabble of Chen in a car crash post 5x5.

14 notes - Posted November 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Eagerly awaiting the queen of the Chenford ship Angela Lopez and her take on these two...

35 notes - Posted December 5, 2022

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Great Tips For Soccer Players And Afficionados

There is no way to quantify the immense popularity enjoyed by the sport of soccer in countries the world over. However, that is not to say that some folks could not use a bit of education when it comes to the basics of soccer and tips on how to play better. The article below is here to help. Ask yourself what you can do to help your team. If you are one of the most skilled players on the field, take the lead and act as a play maker. If other players are more skilled and experienced than you, you can be a lot more useful by supporting them. Always keep your eyes open. If you are fortunate enough to get the ball, pass it to the person that you think can advance toward the goal, even if that is not you. Be selfless in order to help your team win. However, in order to follow this piece of advice, you have to be vigilant and know what is happening on the field at all times. For short passes, use your instep to accurately direct the ball. Long passes require the use of the front part of your foot, near the laces. It is important to not only maintain control of the ball, but to kick with accuracy as well. It is absolutely essential that you maintain focus on the ball at all times. Soccer moves at the speed of light, and the soccer ball can be in control of another player in a flash. Losing track of the soccer ball can risk the other team getting a chance to score a goal. Try using the element of surprise on your opponents. Try not to make your moves so obvious. For example, try putting the ball near the back of the previous defending line while your teammate runs to receive your assistance. Then, try changing your running rhythm, starting quick until your opponent comes at you, then stopping. They'll stop too, which gives you time to increase your pace again, so that they're left anchored. It;s crucial that you develop a good sense of orientation in soccer. Being 토토사이트 to see the entire game and having good orientation while playing is tough. Know where your opponents and teammates are in order to gain a better perspective. This also helps you better plan your next move. Play with someone more experienced than you. It is one of the best ways to learn how to be better. By watching their style, you can mimic aspects of it in your own game. You may not even realize what you are doing in some cases, as you can pick things up without even trying in many cases. Conditioning is one of the most important parts of any sport. This is especially true when it comes to soccer. Soccer players run a lot; therefore, building your running stamina is part of an effective soccer conditioning program. When running, run at a slow steady pace, then do a 30 second burst of running as fast as you can. Repeat this process throughout your run. Because soccer involves a lot of running, you should ensure you incorporate plenty of cardiovascular exercise. You must be in great shape so that you can outlast your opponents. You should also ensure you workout your legs thoroughly so that you can sprint faster and kick the ball harder. Use compound exercises, such as squats, lunges, and presses, in order to work multiple leg muscles. When you are playing soccer, it is important for you to make split decisions and play the ball very quickly. If you take to long to think about each and every one of your plays, this will allow the opposing team to swoop in and take control of the ball. Learn your passing skills well to succeed at soccer. Use the inside arch of your foot for the most accuracy. For short passes, keep the ball low by hitting it near the center of the ball. For longer passes, with more power, hit the ball lower and follow through fully. Soccer is a sport that has long been adored by millions upon millions of folks around the world. Fortunately, even those who have yet to learn its fine points can find assistance to get started enjoying the game. The above information should serve as a useful reference for anyone just beginning their own soccer journey.

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oc stuff in the tags, you know the drill. extreme lorebreaking and wall of text be warned

#i'm gonna talk about farha this time #she's not from tamriel. she is from another dimension/universe entirely #her skyrim arc is an extension of an original storyline that i have for her. it's complicated but i will do my best to explain #okay. farha is an android #she was created in another universe alongside hundreds of others to act as like. soulbound guardians of individual pocket dimensions #called realms for brevity #skyrim is one of these pocket dimensions. so is every other game you've ever played #they are commercialized as immersive vr experiences for unsuspecting consumers who are under the impression that it's all a simulation #so they often cause damage just for fun. that's what guardians are for #the corporation that created them all has untold wealth and technology #operating their main headquarters underground with full protection from the government #anyway #one of farha's very close friends is caught and exiled for falling in love with a human #farha was unsatisfied with the answers she was given and against another friend's wise advice went after classified documents in the archive #now this headquarters is essentially a maze of hallways lined with portals called gates. they lead into different realms #guardians are told that it is impossible to enter a gate that is not their own. that's a lie #farha is caught trespassing/stealing and is chased by security guards. she loses them momentarily in the maze #and makes a split second decision to risk it all and try to run through a random gate #and it works. she wakes up in the cart on the way to helgen. on her way to be prosecuted for crossing the border #though not the border we usually think of. #farha as a person is extremely sweet and kind. she has a clear set of morals and believes firmly in protecting and respecting the land #she is able to make plants grow due to her home realm being very similar and requiring her to be able to do so #she also has fire magic #which before she came to skyrim #she only ever used to light the fireplace. she hates fighting #though she will do it to protect herself #she settles in whiterun and becomes quite skilled as an alchemist #the mechanism for her being dragonborn is a bit different since she wasn't ''born'' #rather there was no dragonborn until farha jumped through the gate #at which point i suppose the gods were like ''okay that one''