#he is a helicopter. he has the colors of the sun. he will die like icarus. he will fly into said sun. helios just fits him so well

[aecho-again]

Ok I know this is usually for one character at the time but 🎫 for Helios, Ironwing and Nightjet? They look like such a wholesome squad together!

Aw, thank you!

There are no set rules for ask games so you and everyone else is free to send whatever you want!

Helios

When he listens to music, he prefers to find a secluded space, lay down on the ground and close his optics to fully concentrate on the melodies and texts that drown out his thoughts.

Ironwing

He prefers energetic songs over slow, calming ones. Often times he can be seen headbanging or tapping to the powerful beat of whatever he's listening to. I listenend to one too many viking metal songs and made him a metalhead - my boy has to suffer for it.

Nightjet

I am so. Tempted. To make him listen to elevator music on his shift. But I will not. He likes certain tracks from all genres and he will listen to a myriad of soundtracks while working.

Extra: How the trio met

When the Stellar Observatory landed on Earth, they were wise enough to cloak themselves from human detection systems but any Cybertronian could see that there was a neutral ship on the planet and they used this to lure in other Transformers that were stranded.

They did this on almost every planet they went to and on rare occasions it worked. Sometimes, they picked up mechs from either faction and let them stay until they reached the nearest space port where every mech could leave if they wanted to.

That's also how Helios finds them and they give him shelter in return for his service as their new pilot. No one on their ship has experience with the controls and most of the time the autopilot has been in control, but since Helios has picked up some useful skills a while ago, he is qualified enough to do it on his own.

Now, since Nightjet is the head of security, he has to keep an optic on the new arrivals and make sure they don't cause any trouble. Being the only one with the patience to observe the small heliformer shift for shift, he starts to notice things.

Helios' forced positivity that scares off most mechs on the ship is just a mask he wears in public and it is there to cover the hurt that has accumulalted over the years, as well as a desparate attempt to communicate with the outside world that he still has no idea how it works.

Nightjet takes one look at the frail figure underneath his persona and decides that this guy needs a friend - so he will be his friend.

He looks after him and makes sure he is well fueled and rested for the cycle (by singing him to sleep). Whenever Helios takes a break, Nightjet comes by to chat with him. Because NJ is well liked with the crew, more people start talking to Helios as well, but they still keep their distance.

Helios brings his new friend his daily rations when NJ's shift starts and ends, since their shifts overlap at times. This goes on until they receive a distress signal from an approaching ship.

Firecry's team has disguised itself as Decepticons to retrieve equipment from a Con base in the vicinity, but Carbonlight had betrayed them and kept the acquired materials for himself with which he intends to build something that controls other mechs' minds.

The remaining five team members escape from the Cons and seek refuge from it all, unknowingly attracting the Stellar Observatory whose crew takes them in.

Railjet welcomes them with caution. Five mechs were much more difficult to keep track of and he knows his brother will have a lot of work to do.

A couple of days after their arrival, the ship hosts a dinner party for them. Nightjet is still watching them from afar, but Ironwing has had enough and confronts him about it (politely). Helios just happens to stand right behind NJ when they strike up a conversation and that's when he introduces himself to Ironwing.

The flier is not impressed by his docile behavior and immediately labels him a coward in his mind. But they meet a couple of times in the hallways over the next few weeks and when Ironwing catches NJ and Helios chatting one day, he can't help but be curious.

When Nightjet notices the renewed interest in the two of them, he talks to Ironwing about it and tells him as much as he needs to hear in order to drop the matter - but he doesn't. He's still suffering from Carbonlight's, his best friend's betrayal. His emotions are unstable and therefore he latches onto the first two strangers who talk with him.

A brittle kind of friendship ties them together and they swear in silence that they will always be there for each other.

...

And then Helios dies during the final fight against Carbonlight's reanimated starformers and Ironwing and Nightjet go separate ways because they think they need to cope on their own with the loss of yet another friend.

#ha! pain #this might be the first time i mention the tragic fate i have planned for helios in the main story (both TF and Brave) since the beginning #he sacrifices himself to save his friends by flying into the sun. it is the only way to defeat three planet sized mechs #the icarus parallels are strong with this one. that's the sole (ha! another pun) reason i ever considered helios as his name #he is a helicopter. he has the colors of the sun. he will die like icarus. he will fly into said sun. helios just fits him so well #ryuki blogs asks #seriously there is no limit for asks or requests afaik. even if i didn't reblog an ask game or something similar the ask box is always open #cyber streak sent me 43 asks the other day that I'm answering bit by bit - there really is no limit

[the-broken-truth]

Can you do a oneshot of Miranda x Male Reader? something about the male reader being Eva's father and that he disappeared in the first world war centuries ago and left miranda heartbroken and sad, but he did not really die and since he discovered that he was immortal and then he only remained hidden for centuries working for Russian organizations with a secret identity. and that after finding out that her lover was still alive and in a Romanian village, he went to see her. 👨 - 🐾 (EAGLE) - ✈

Wings Of A Feather - Mother Miranda x Male Eagle Shifter Reader

- Quick Key -

[Y/N] - YOUR FIRST NAME

[FL/N] - YOUR FAKE LAST NAME

[L/N] - YOUR LAST/SURNAME/FAMILY NAME

[H/C] - HAIR COLOR

[H/L] - HAIR LENGTH

[E/C] - EYE COLOR

[S/C] - SKIN COLOR

«Сержант [Y/N], ты слушаешь?» (Sergeant [Y/N], are you listening?) The voice of the Master Sergeant called out to the man rubbing his forehead on the other end of the meeting table who looked up with his [E/C] eyes upon hearing his rank and name.

«Да, сэр. Пожалуйста, простите меня, сейчас я довольно устал»." (Yes sir. Please do forgive me, I'm rather tired at the moment.") The man replied with a tired exhale.

«Это понятно, вы только что вернулись с месячной миссии с отдыхом. Вы уволены с этой встречи, вернитесь в свои апартаменты и расслабьтесь на весь день. Нам нужно проверить наш Орлиный Глаз». ("That's understandable, you've just returned from a month-long mission with rest. You are dismissed from this meeting, return to your quarters and relax for the day. We need our Eagle Eye in check.") The Master Sergeant said to the man. The Sergeant rose to his feet and saluted his Master Sergeant, who saluted back and he was on his way out of the room.

Sergeant [Y/N] [FL/N] walked down the hall of the Russian Special Ops base with his jacket draped over his shoulders - waving behind him with each step he took; he passed by two Corporals on his way who moved aside and saluted him. He gave a simple "Отставить." (As you were) as he marked down the path before reaching his private quarters.

The Russian Sergeant removed his hat and placed it on the coat rack by his door followed by his coat before he walked over to his desk and took a seat - pouring himself a glass of vodka as he looked out the window at the setting sun.

Oh, the sun - so many times has he seen it in all of the centuries he's lived.

Yes - Centuries.

The [H/C] haired man looked at his glass as he thought about how long he's been doing this - going around with names other than his own, joining militaries, after all, it was the only thing he's known...since the First World War.

[Y/N] thought back to when this all started - back to when he was something else; then he thought of them.

Miranda and Eva.

The Wife and The Daughter he left behind when he went to fight in the war.

There was never a day he didn't think about them: wondering how they were doing, if they were alright, or if they were even alive. So many questions about them filled his mind, he wanted nothing more than to return to them but he didn't know where they could possibly be.

When the first war was coming to a close - he was blown in the chest by a snipe rifle, it killed him...or at least, it should have. He woke up in the morgue which surprised the diener - a person who works in the morgue - that was working on preparing his body for an honorable burial. According to the man - that bullet ripped his heart to ribbons but now he was alive; they even sent a letter to his wife to inform her of his death.

Once he was given the okay to leave, he went back home to Miranda - only to find to the house he built for them was completely burned down and they were not there; fear filled his heart. Were his wife and daughter dead? Did Miranda take her and Eva's lives when she got that letter or...did someone else do this? Unsure of what to do - [Y/N] returned to the military and continued to serve before faking his death and starting over

He looked at a photo of him and Miranda when she was a few months pregnant with Eva that sat on his desk by his laptop - it was the only thing he had of them now. He gathered the picture in his hands and tried to fight back the tears that were coming.

'Miranda... Eva... Where are you?' He wondered but his thoughts were interrupted by a knock on his door. He stood up, walked over to the door, and opened it - revealing a Corporal with a folder in his hand.

"Капрал, я могу вам чем-то помочь?" (Corporal, can I help you with something?) He asked.

«Простите, что беспокою вас в свободное время, сэр». (Sorry for bothering you in your spare time, sir.) The Corporal saluted him, «Но есть кое-что, на что вам следует взглянуть». (But there is something you should look at.) He said as he held out the folder for the Sergeant to take. [Y/N] looked at the emblem on the folder and his eyes narrowed at the familiar logo on the front of the folder.

'Umbrella? What could they possibly what?' He thought to himself before looking at the Corporal before him.

«Что это? Они сказали, что хотели?» (What is this? Did they say what they wanted?) [Y/N] asked.

«Нет, сэр.» (No, sir) The young man shook his head. «Мужчина просто передал мне папку и сказал, чтобы я отнес ее вам. Он также сказал мне, что есть номер телефона, по которому вы можете позвонить». (The man just handed me the folder and told me to take it to you. He also told me that there is a phone number you can call.)

«Хорошо, я разберусь. Вы можете уходить, капрал.» (“Okay, I'll figure it out. You can leave, corporal.) [Y/N] said before closing his door.

He walked back over to his desk and opened the folder - something about the 4 Lords of Romania and Their Leader - Mother... His eyes widened.

"Miranda?" He gasped.

There were photos too - there were of the supposed 4 lords: A rather large lady, a veiled woman with a doll, a hunched back figure, and a man with a large hammer, and...

"That's her." he said.

Before him was a photo of a woman in a golden raven mask in black robes with black wings and some crest behind her. He looked at the number that left behind

XXX-XXX-XXX - Chris Redfield.

[Y/N] narrowed his eyes before calling the number and placed the phone to his ear - it picked up on the first ring.

"I see you chose to call me, Mr. [L/N]." A deep male voice said on the other side of the phone.

"How do you know that name?" [Y/N] asked.

"Umbrella knows a lot about you, Mr. [L/N]; we've been watching you since your face has shown up in our database since the first world war. We know you're not human, Eagle Eyes; but your eyes aren't the real reason people call you that, are they?" Chris asked over the phone.

"Just what do you want? Why have you sent this?" [Y/N] asked.

"We wanna make you a deal, Mr. [L/N]. I know you've been looking for your wife and daughter since your first death during the first world war but they haven't been located - I know where to find your wife." Chris said.

"And my daughter? What about Eva?" [Y/N] asked, gripping the phone tightly in his hand.

"That's the main reason I'm calling you - you see, your daughter is dead; she's been dead for centuries but your wife thinks she can bring Eva back by finding a proper vessel to rebirth her from. Here's what that has to do with me - the latest vessel she's taken is Rosemary Winters, the daughter of some very close friends of mine; she wants to use Rose to bring Eva back but I know it won't work. Her father and Umbrella are intending to get Rose back but that would mean killing your wife and everything she holds dear; we think you can stop that from happening." Chris explained - there was pure silence on the other end of the phone. "Mr. [L/N], are you still there?"

"Tell me exactly what you want me to do?"

[Timeskip - One Week Later / In an Airborne Helicopter above the Romanian Village.]

The side door of the helicopter opened and [Y/N] stood there - his hair blowing around in the high winds as he glared down at the earth below.

"Remember, Mr. [L/N] - Find Miranda and convince her to release Rose. Once that happens, we shall leave you and her to be as you wish." Chris said from his space sitting behind [Y/N].

"Just make sure you're ready, Redfield." And with that, [Y/N] jumped out of the helicopter.

His eyes narrowed as he fell from the bird of metal before he closed them - a warm feeling coursed through him as he felt the mortal flesh of his form shrink and take a new shape. Once he felt the wind against his wings - he opened his eyes again as he flew through the sky as the might eagle. He flapped to catch himself against the current before he got to a gliding height - he could see the village below. He got close to the ground and flapped again to slow himself before he changed forms again - back to his mortal face, his boots landing on the ground.

'Now, all I have to do is find one of the lords and they will take me to Miranda.' [Y/N] thought but his thoughts were cut short when he heard growling - turning, he saw the Lycans from Chris' File.

"Heisenberg's Servants." He pulled out two knives. "Just my luck." He darted forward and made quick work of the lycans before his knives went flying out of his hands - he turned again and there he stood: The 4th Lord.

"Karl Heisenberg." [Y/N] said as he glared at the hammer-wielder.

"Oh, you know me?" Karl asked.

"I know of you. I need you to take me to see Miranda right now." [Y/N] said.

"And just who the hell do you think you are, demanding to see Mother Miranda like that?" He asked.

"I'm her husband - [Y/N [L/N]." With those words, Karl's eyes widened.

"I heard of you; she talked about you some times." Karl looked the man up and down. "Alright, I'll take you to her but you need to cuffed; I don't know you that well,"

"Do what you will." [Y/N] held out his wrists, "Just take me to my wife."

"Fair enough."

[Timeskip - Miranda's Chapel]

"Heisenberg, just why have you called us here?" The tall lady asked before looking at [Y/N], "And who is this man-thing?"

"That's none of your business, Lady Super-Sized Bitch. This dude is for Mother Miranda." That made Alcina and Miranda raise their eyebrows.

"And who is this male that wants to see me?" Miranda asked.

Before anyone spoke - the bound man walked forward.

"It's been a while, Corbul meu întunecat." (My Dark Raven) That name made Miranda's eyes widen...and she removed her mask to make sure she wasn't seeing things.

"[Y/N]? Vulturul meu?" (My Eagle) Miranda asked as she walked closer.

"Yes." The man said with a smile.

The leader ran into his chest and clenched his shirt tightly - crying instantly.

"I MISSED YOU SO MUCH! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?!" She cried.

"I'll tell you - we have a lot to talk about."

After hours of talking - everything came to the light: [Y/N] explained what happened all those centuries ago, Miranda explained her plan, [Y/N] managed to take her out of her & Rosemary - along with Mia Winters - was given to Chris Redfield. Ethan Winters was captured in Castle Dimitrescu by her daughters but was ordered to be let go. The Winters Family left with Umbrella and [Y/N] & Miranda sent all that week making up for all the centuries of lost time...and possibly making an Eva #2.

#ask #mother miranda x male reader #resident evil 8

[wannabemobwife]

Guns, Glamour, and Goodfellas - Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Dusk Till Dawn

Dad!Mob!Tom x Mom!Mob!Reader

-Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader, Rosie Holland x Henry Osterfield,

Brother!Parker Holland x Sister!Rosie Holland

-Warnings: Blood, language, angst, fluff, sadness, possible death

-Words: 2.5K

A/n: I’m sorry its short but, I ended it where I feel like I needed to end it to make people wait.

Chapter 10: Dusk Till Dawn

Words: 2.5K

All that could be felt was immense pain. A feeling of death. Tom’s head was throbbing as warm thick liquid streaked across his forehead. His head collided with the door as the copter tossed and turned.

He awoke to the thick, pungent smell of gasoline and to you, paralyzed next to him. It took a minute for him to gather his bearings. The pilot was missing, either he flew out when you crashed or went for help, who knows. Everything started to come back to him, the moments before you both crashed replaying in his head.

The pilot shouting, “MAYDAY! MAYDAY! DOES ANYONE COPY! This is flight number 514 and we are going down.”

“Tom!” “Y/N!”

And you screaming “TOM? WHAT'S HAPPENING?” “I don’t know.” He said pulling you into his arms.

It all happened so fast. First, alarms started going off within the cabin. Then, the pilot started to loose control. Twisting and turning the wheel. The helicopter did somersaults through the air. Tom could see the look on your face, a look of pure terror as the engine started to give out. You all quickly lost altitude and braced for the impact.

You and Tom’s last words were exchange of “I love you”s.

There was no soul in sight for miles, except you. Only the bright blue sky and the mountains of Montserrat. Tom didn’t know why the copter’s engine gave out 17,000 feet in the air. All he knows as you were stranded, with no sense of getting home.

The windows to helicopter were smashed, glass shards littered the floor of the cabin and the blades were deep into the ground. He was lucky the pilot didn’t fly straight into a mountain. There was no sign of the pilot, maybe he parachuted before you crash landed leaving you and Tom to your deaths. Tom didn’t know what to think. His only focus was making sure you were okay.

If it weren’t for the current predicament and the blood dripping down your face, he would have thought you were only sleeping, you looked so peaceful.

He tried to pry himself out of his seatbelt, eventually ripping it so he could get to you. Urgently checking for your pulse. Pressing two fingers below your jaw and against your neck. He was able to breathe again, once he found the faint beat of your heart.

“Y/N? Can you hear me? Wake up, darling.” Tom yelled, shaking you violently.

“Tom? What happened?” Your eyes opened abruptly, confused by your surroundings. “Our helicopter crashed—.”

“Tom, you’re bleeding.” “Not as bad as you. We have to get you out of here. Here, I’ll carry you.” You only nodded in response as Tom tucked his arms under your knees and pulled you close to his chest.

Laying you down near some rocks as far away from the ticking time bomb, the helicopter. It could blow any second, but it never did. The smoke would create the perfect signal but to no avail.

“Tom, your leg!”

“Like I said, it’s not that bad. Oh my god… your stomach” “My what… oh.” You said as you stared at the gapping puncture wound in your right side.

“Is there a first aid kit?” Tom asked. “I think it probably got lost while we were flying.”

“What happened to the pilot?” You questioned. “I don’t know. I can’t find him.” Just nodding in response. Trying not to cry at the situation. You were stranded with no sign of help any time soon.

“Y/N, I need to stop your bleeding… I have an idea. Where is your carry on bag?”

“I put it under my seat” you called out, as Tom searched for it. Opening its contents in search of fairly useful items.

Tom found a hoodie, make up remover that was 70% alcohol, antibacterial wipes, a handheld mirror, and a bunch of makeshift medical items. Your phones had been thrashed, barely working even though there was no signal. He tore the hoodie up and wrapped the pieces around your torso, almost like a tourniquet and bandage to keep pressure and stop the bleeding.

“Ahh,” you screamed, the pain unbearable as he tied the cloth tightly. “I’m sorry,” Tom apologized profusely.

“It’s okay, I’m okay.”

“Now, I have to take care of you,” you said, wiping the blood off of Tom’s.

“No, you need to rest. The kids need you alive more than they need me.” “Don’t say that. They love you and they need both of us alive and well, so let me take care of your leg.”

“Alright, even after a helicopter crash you are still bossy” Tom said chucking.

“Not trying to pick a fight here… I’m sorry but this is gonna sting,” You explained, about to clean his gash.

“It’s ok… aahhh” Tom hissed at the stinging sensation from during makeup remover on the cut on his leg.

“Bet you loved that. A way to get back at me for whatever I did that made you so mad at me,” Tom jabbed.

“You know what you did.” “Y/N this is not the time or the place for this discussion and no I don’t.”

“Let’s just get home alive and then we can resume our fight.”

“You said I love you,” Tom mumbled.

“What?”

“When we were going down… you said I love you. Did you mean it?” “Of course I meant it, Tom. We’ve been together for almost 17 years. How could I not love you?” You cried as Tom pulled you into his warm embrace. Even with the harsh breeze he was still warm to the touch.

“I love you too, darling. We will get out of this, I promise.” Tom asserted and you nodded, trying not let the tears fall.

What killed Tom was the uncertainty of it all. He had to have hope, something you were lacking. He had to have faith that you both would be rescued. That you would get to hold Parker and Rosie in your arms again.

Tom knew you would be okay and rise out of this like a Phoenix from the ashes. Overtime, Tom grew to believe you were indestructible. Everything that you had survived was a marvel. Surviving being tortured by a rival mob, almost dying in childbirth, and now a helicopter crash. There was no, if. You had to survive this. It was hard to have hope when he saw how fast you were deteriorating.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Tom asked. Concerned as he noticed your breaths becoming more and more labored.

“I think so, my chest hurts though. It’s getting harder to breathe.” You said, before breaking into a fit of coughs, coughing into your hand. Panic started to arise as small increments of bloods stained your hand.

“Baby, you have to stay with me. Think about Parker and Rosie,” Tom whispered.

“Y/N, we both need to stay awake,” Tom pleaded. “I know, it’s just getting harder to,” you said, your eyes begging to close.

“I know baby. But, Parker and Rosie are waiting for us to come home. They need you Y/N, just like do,” Tom said, cupping you cheek and moving towards you, so you were side by side. Allowing you to rest you head on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry. For the past weeks, I’ve been so lonely in our bed without you. I’m so sorry that I accused you of cheating.”

“I am too, love. Never in a million years would I cheat on you. You have to know that. I’m so lucky to have you. I never slept with or even kissed Jazz, there’s been someone killing my men at the mob —.” He said, kissing your temple. This kiss was one of longing, he just wanted you to be his again.

“Shh, it’s ok. I don’t want the last words I ever hear to be an explanation of your supposed infidelity.” You said, using the last of energy to let out a strained laugh.

“Y/N, baby you’re not dying ok? You can’t die. Just promise me, you’ll stay awake until help comes,” Tom begged. He couldn’t lose you, not after everything that has happened. He needed you and he always will. “You know I don’t like making promises I can’t keep” you whispered, trying like hell to stay awake as a few tears fell.

It felt like hours, the waiting. The sun had set. Tom had a plan to get you both rescued, when a plane or helicopter flew overhead he would use your compact mirror to reflect the sun. Granted it was a brilliant idea when the sun was still out. If you wouldn’t succumb to your wounds by morning the temperature would certainly kill you both. You had lost all color in your face, looking like a ghost.

You weren’t unconscious but you weren’t very talkative either, which scared the life out of Tom.

Each hour Tom’s hope would fade. He never wanted it to end like this. He demanded he be the one who went first. Tom couldn’t imagine what a world without you would look like.

If it had to be this way, killed, both your prime at least he was holding you in his arms. He was close enough to the point where, if it happened, he could hear your breathing stop along with the beating of your heart. Feeling you tiny labored breaths against his neck.

5 hours, Tom had been holding you, praying you survive, praying he survives along with you.

5 hours and he was ready to give up as he saw you drift off slowly towards a deep sleep. “I’ll see you on the other side, darling” he whispered before letting his eyes flutter to a close.

Back home, everyone was secretly panicking inside. Nikki couldn’t imagine losing her eldest son, neither could Harry and Sam losing their brother. Harry had left to be a part of the search and rescue team. As soon as Paddy got word, he was on the first flight out of Monte Carlo. Dom and all the boys were really trying to keep it together for Rosie and Parker’s sake.

They all had left the news on, praying that it would be announced that you and Tom were found, alive and well. Most of the news updates were irrelevant to the Hollands. They had already known, there was a pilot, even though Tom had been taking flying lessons for years and was skillful at it. They also already knew you were on a business trip. Nothing was really news to them anymore.

“I’m going to make some tea. Anybody want a cup?” Nikki asked, needing a distraction from the chaos. “Yes,” replied Rosie. “Please,” responded Parker. “That’d be wonderful darling,” said Dom. “Just what the doctor ordered. Let me help you with that,” said Sam. They were all big fans of a cup of tea. What couldn’t tea fix?

DING DONG

Rang the door bell. Nobody was really up for visitors but, I would be rude to not answer. Hoping it not some nosy reporters trying to get a story from broken family members of you and Tom.

“Rosie could get that, please?” Nikki called from the kitchen.

“Sure Grandma,” Rosie replied somberly. Opening the door to the last person she expected to see but the first person she wanted to see. After her parents, of course.

“I just came to see if you were okay. My dad is doing everything he can through the business side… I know you need your space. This was a mistake, I’ll go.” Henry said, staring at the ground. “Please, stay,” Rosie muttered, teary-eyed from all the crying.

“You mean it?”

“I just don’t want to be alone right now.”

“Hey, come here. They’ll be okay.” Henry said, wrapping his arms around her. Oh god, how missed comforting her.

“Henry, I’m so scared. What if we can’t find them?”

“Roo, we will find them. You have to have hope.” “I keep thinking we find them, but they’re dead.” “You can’t think like that,” he said, wiping tears from her cheeks.

“I missed you. Thanks for being here, you’re a nice distraction” “I’ll always be here,” he whispered, cut off by Rosie’s lips against his. It didn’t take long for him to kiss back. This was his second chance and he wasn’t going to miss it.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,” Rosie said, pulling away.

“No, I’m sorry. I really screwed up. I never should’ve broken up with you. I love you too much, Rosie Louise Holland. Take me back?”

“I’ve always loved you, Henry Maxwell Osterfield. Of course,” reassured Rosie. Capturing his lips once more in a more passionate yet gentle kiss. “Wait, I have something for you,” Henry stopped, pulling out something from his back pocket.

“That is, if you still want it,” he explained, holding you the silver charm necklace adorned with a H and a R. “Duh, div. I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Rosie quipped as he clasped the necklace together. “There. Now it’s back in its rightful place,” she said, the biggest smile adorning her face. “Rosie, get in here! There’s an update,” called Parker from the living room.

Rosie pulled Henry through foyer and to the family room for the news. She tensed at the thought of the words “2 DEAD” displaying across the silver screen.

“We’ve just got word that both Tom and Y/N have been found. We are unaware of their condition. They are being airlifted to a hospital in Barcelona. Hopefully we can update you on that once families members have been informed. The pilot is still missing. Please stay with us as we continue to update you on this story,” announced the newscaster. Everyone rejoiced, there were no longer sad tears only happy ones. They were all on the first flight out including Harrison and Henry.

It was miracle, they found you when they did. Harry was part of team in rescuing you and Tom. He refused to sleep until he brought you both back home.

“We found them!” A loud speaker sounded from the chopper flying above. The rescue was eminent, you and Tom were found.

“Get two stretchers over here,” called one of the rescuers.

“Tom? Can you hear me? It’s Harry,” Harry said, trying to wake Tom.

“Harry?” Tom whispered, slightly stirring awake.

“Yes, you’re saved. We got you and we are on our way to the hospital.”

“What about Y/N? She’s lost a lot of blood. Please tell me she’s ok,” Tom pleaded, eyes barely even open.

“They got her in the other chopper. She’s gonna be ok, I promise,” Harry stammered.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” Tom whispered before being consumed by darkness.

A/n: I just want to apologize here, I'm sorry. I'm so in love with this chapter and couldn't wait to share it with all of you.

Guns, Glamour and Goodfellas Masterlist

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[xstellan]

hey! i’m ari and i’m so excited to be here!! one of my friends linked me to this rp, so here i am 💜 stellan is a muse i’ve had for well over three, maybe four years now?? he’s honestly just big 🤡 energy no lie sjkfnvjkfnvf if you wanna talk outside of tumblr my discord is 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯'𝘴  𝘩𝘰𝘦#2960!! enough abt me tho let’s get to this mess of a dude

is that herman tømmeraas on campus? oh no, that’s stellan alto. from stavanger, norway, the twenty one year old has come to study veterinary science. rumor has it he is energetic and adventurous, but reckless and spoiled, which is why he is known as the hedonist. he resides off campus and can’t wait to graduate.

basic stats ;

full name: stellan paolo alto nicknames: legit just stellan, if he likes you enough, maybe you can get away with calling him stellbells gender: cis male height: 5 ′ 8 age: 21 birthday / zodiac: january 23, 2001  ( aquarius sun , capricorn -  aquarius cusp, or the cusp of ‘mystery and imagination’, aries moon, libra ascendant ) right handed or left handed: left handed eye color: hazel, shooting more towards green hair color: light brown piercings and tattoos: no piercings, small aquarius symbol tattoo on his right ring finger sexuality / romantic orientation: homosexual / homoromantic  place of birth: sintra, portugal hometown: stavanger, norway languages spoken: norwegian, portuguese, spanish and english three things he likes: any type of animal ever, designer brands, traveling three things he dislikes: people thinking he’s incapable, warm beers, chipped nail polish five aesthetics: a peculiar accent you can’t quite pinpoint, perfectly painted nails, getting high, long drives without a specific destination, helicopter rides last four songs listened to: strawberry fields forever by the beatles, weight of love by the black keys, idfc by blackbear, teen romance by lil peep character inspo: titus andromedon from unbreakable kimmy schmidt ( mostly just personality wise ), eric effiong from sex education, gina linetti from brooklyn nine nine, david rose from schitt’s creek 

background story ;

!tws for domestic violence, toxic relationships, mental illness, drug abuse and neglect, proceed with caution!

so stellan was born to paolo and angelique alto in his father’s hometown, sintra, portugal. he was really only born there, as basically all of his childhood was lived in his mother’s birth and hometown, stavanger, norway

his family comes from money that originated in the early 1900′s. it all started with an idea for a clothing line, and a loan, given to his great great grandfather. much to his luck, his idea blew up. it started off with just clothes but soon expanded to other accessories like watches, glasses, wallets, all the things you can think of. soon, alto inc. expanded world wide, and to secure their wealth, the alto’s have bought into just about everything. gas and electric, furniture brands, even the gastronomy industry…. basically built an empire that will either never die, or live on for centuries

this kid? basically born with a golden spoon in his mouth. honestly has never heard the words no for anything money wise! spoiled little bitch, but it all came with a catch. his parents basically threw themselves into their work, traveling everywhere, leaving stellan with the best help money could buy. he grew up with nannies, butlers, cooks, personal drivers, all this boujee shit. he spent most of his time traveling and attended private boarding schools all around the world. he grew up speaking norwegian and portuguese, then later learned english and spanish

honestly, from the outside, his life truly looks enviable, and he’s not complaining about the money, since he’s rather materialistic, but he was basically neglected by his own parents since he could remember. not even neglect, they were just straight up absent. phrases like ‘we’re sorry we couldn’t make your birthday but we sent you money!’  or  ‘we swear we’ll make it next time’  were commonly thrown around. when he was younger, he would definitely believe them

however, as he got older, he started coming to terms with the fact that there wouldn’t be a next time, but there would be a next deposit, and as much as he repeatedly tells himself that he doesn’t care, that he’s happy having all these things and doing whatever he wants whenever he wants, he knew deep down, that there was this certain emptiness he could never seem to fill, no matter how many times he swiped that damn card

he grew up with fake friends, endless small talk, basically superficial shit with no deeper meaning. this is what he was used to

he did whatever he wanted though, often traveling to exotic places , staying at his parents’ pent house in california, doing whatever he felt like ( literally ). if he wanted to road trip, he would road trip. if he felt like staying somewhere foreign for months, simply because he was bored, he would do just that. again, never heard the word no. the truth is that his parents kind of felt guilty never being there for him, so they just gave him money, money, and more money, which really did nothing to teach him about the real world, but stellan didn’t care

maybe this is what led him to rio de janeiro in brazil. him and his friends had the idea to do an ayahuasca ritual in peru for the summer. stellan was going to do it, but after further researching the effects, he chickened out last minute. legit chickened the fuck out and just randomly ended up in brazil. he really had no intentions of staying either, but he really liked it. spoke the language ( even though his portuguese is from portugal but ) he got on. he’s rich, he’s foreign, and he’s a great time, so he made a lot of friends and he just decides to stay. this is probably one of the worst decisions he ends up making, but in his defense, he didn’t really know that at the time

basically met a guy he fell head over heels for. they were in the same social class, his name is thiago sousa and maybe this wouldn’t be so bad, if this guy wasn’t like, balls deep in the closet

stellan? has basically been out his entire life. he literally didn’t even really have to come out because people just knew. he swore to himself he would never in his entire life fuck with anyone who was closeted, but, as cheesy as it may sound, there was just something about this guy that he was drawn to. stellan really can’t even explain why he liked him so much? like to this day he dead ass has no idea why he was such a simp for this guy  –  he just was. is it because he’s never had a boyfriend before? because he doesn’t know what genuine love is because his parents were never around and never showed him any? because he always feels so lonely and doesn’t know what the fuck a healthy relationship even looks like? whatever it was, stellan couldn’t put into words what this guy made him feel. it was one of those relationships where you lose who you are, because this guy pretty much treated him like shit

!tws for internalized homophobia, toxic relationship / domestic violence for the next 6 bullets! they couldn’t hold hands in public or kiss, he didn’t want stellan standing so close to him, they couldn’t hang out whenever his friends were around because thiago was afraid his friends would think he was gay ( which he was, but that was besides the point ). stellan has always known he’s gay, and he’s always been very open about who he is despite people’s criticism towards him  –  he just didn’t care. it kind of just goes to show just how much he wanted to be loved by someone, even if that love was toxic

the excuse stellan gave himself, for a while, is that he couldn’t force him out. he held onto this false illusion that he would one day come out of the closet, kiss him in front of everyone and not care what anyone else thinks, but if you guessed it, that day never came, and things just progressively worsen instead

it starts off small really, some verbal abuse here and there that stellan doesn’t think much of because he knows he’s in denial. one day though, they get into a fight so bad, thiago throws his phone at stellan, and it lands right on his eye . this not only scares him, but leaves him with a torn iris and a bruise

just like most toxic and abusive behavior, it’s followed by endless apologies , ‘i’m so sorry i didn’t mean to hurt you’ ‘i swear, i meant to throw the phone against the wall, not at you’ ‘you know you’re my entire world’ ‘i would never do anything like that again’ ‘please forgive me, i’m so so in love with you’ basically… bullshit. at this point , stellan is so infatuated with this guy, he, unfortunately, forgives him, and he really thinks it would be the first and only time, but if you guessed it, it wasn’t

now when a relationship relationship gets to this point, you would expect him to just leave and never turn back. stellan always wondered how people got sucked into abusive, toxic relationships like that and stayed, always telling himself  ‘those people are so stupid, that’s never going to be me’. however, when his relationship actually turned into one of those? it was a completely different story. he soon came to realize why some people who are in these relationships stay for as long as they do, because really? he wasn’t sure how to leave. he wanted to, he was just scared

long story short, but stellan lets himself be manipulated and abused by this guy for well over a year, basically two, but the final straw had to be him ditching him in new years to hang out with his friends. he becomes so upset, he packs all his things, buys a plane ticket, and leaves. first goes to los angeles, then eventually san diego, and he’s been here ever since. he’s been in uni since he was twenty

pretty much no one knows what happened at all? he basically buried that shit. no one here knows his backstory, his previous toxic and abusive relationship, and most of his traumas and he likes it like that. he would rather have people think he’s a rich, stuck up snob rather than have them know even the slightest bit about his past, because honestly? he’s embarrassed by it. he’s embarrassed to know that he really stayed with someone so toxic for as long as he did because he was scared. it’s also traumatic for him to talk about, so he just doesn’t, and he probably never will

he’s also very good at shallow conversations, if that makes sense? like, you can have a four hour conversation with him, laughs, smiles, an all around good time, but when he gets up to leave, after he’s gone you’ll kind of realize ‘i kinda of don’t really know them?’, it’s all superficial shit. the second you ask about his personal life, he’ll discreetly turn the topic back to you, change the subject quickly, or just shut down completely and leave. he’s very good at small talk, but once the conversation becomes greater, he’s out

he can be very fake if he doesn’t like you. legit like that mean girls scene like ‘ oh, i love that skirt, where did you get it?’ but the second you leave dude is like ‘that is the ugliest effin skirt i’ve ever had the displeasure of seeing in my life’. he can be very real and deep, don’t get it twisted, but will anyone ever see that side of him? will he ever let someone in like that? get some therapy dude

stellan is also kind of flighty. he will hook up with just about any cute guy who is willing, no doubt about it, but he will literally leave the next morning before the person even wakes up. sex is easy for him, but the moment he see’s someone wants something more, he’ll ghost. he refuses to have any type of romantic relationship now, as his last one has left him scarred

on the contrary, if he does like you, he’s fiercely loyal. he’s a generally fun person to hang around. he’s funny, the enabler, there’s simply never a dull moment. he lives life to the fullest, basically a huge hedonist. don’t come to him if you wanna be talked out of doing something stupid because 10/10 he will encourage you to do the stupid thing, huge ‘ that’s so dumb hahaha…. do it !’ energy, the ‘you do you fam’ type of friend . huge hype up person and very supportive , very much ‘ i’m here for a good time not a long time ’ vibes, that one gay friend who will hold your hair back when you vomit but also enable the worst behavior. his weak spot is coke and unfortunately, he has the money to support this dirty habit

he has undiagnosed bipolar disorder, with a lot more manic episodes than anything . he’ll get very paranoid ( think ian gallagher or effy stonem? ) . if his manic episodes get really bad, he will feel like people are following him, plotting against him, etc, etc. the only thing is that he hasn’t had one of these in ages, as he’s constantly under the influence, and never really has time to let his mind process things. like you know what’s terrible for psychotic symptoms in manic episodes of bipolar disorder stellan? fucking coke 🤡

he will crash one day, but until then , his climb up will be just as exciting as his downfall. it’ll only be a matter of time before he loses it lbr

would actually rather drag his bare balls across blazing hot concrete than talk about his feelings, he said emotions? we don’t know them , we just get high instead ! 😗✌️

he has a huge love for animals, literally three dogs and a cat, loves pets more than actual people. he’s currently a vegetarian, but he’s borderline vegan, probably will become one real soon ( this is why he wants to be a vet too, loves animals )

i’m gonna end this here because this is already super long but below is his birth chart for some extra tea!

birthchart ;

#monarchintro #domestic violence tw #drug abuse tw #neglect tw #toxic relationships tw #injury mention tw #idk i think these r all the tags #this is long af bless #p sure everyone is asleep but this had to b posted tbh #internalized homophobia tw

[darkstarnight02]

Campfire Song after BoO be like:

My mom is a goddess, the best of the best,

my dad’s also Poseidon, I guess

He likes to make storms that create a mess,

Oh no.

He gave me a sand dollar for my fifteenth birthday,

I used it three days before my sixteenth birthday.

-

My mom is Athena, like that statue up there,

I got her eyes, but I did not get her hair,

And for my boyfriend, she really does not care,

Oh no.  

She named me Olympus’s Architect,

And then the offer to become a god, did Percy reject.

-

Oh, things couldn’t be worse, 

Then your parents running the Universe!

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then our folks running the Universe!

-

The king of the Romans, is Jupiter, my father,

His statues always make him look taller,

To pray to him, I really don’t bother,

Oh no.

I’ve only met him about three times,

But the memories feel like when you suck on limes.

-

My dad is Hephaestus, god of fire,

Somehow he snagged the goddess of desire,

The fire’s getting higher and higher,

Oh no.

He gave me the ability to burst into flame,

But since dirt-face killed my mom, I’ve tried to be tame.

-

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then your parents running the Universe!

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then our folks running the Universe!

-

My mother’s Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty,

She’s the type of Mom that calls my boyfriend a cutie,

Which is odd, since I grew up thinking that boys had cooties,

Oh no.

Now I can make people do what I want them to do,

like that time that I borrowed a BMW.  

-

My dad is Mars, he’s the Roman god of War,

And I’m related to Peryclemenus, so it’s kind of a score,

Except for Jason, only I know what it’s like to soar,

Oh no.  

I’m kind of a pacifist, so that kind of sucks,

But now I’m a Praetor, but I give no... ducks.  

-

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then your parents running the Universe!

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then our folks running the Universe!

-

I’m the daughter of Zeus, the king of the skies,

But normally we call him Drama Queen or Thunder Thighes,

If we piss him off, then, yeah, we’ll die,

Oh no.

So I joined my sister, Artemis, in the hunt.

And now all stupid boys, away I will punt.  

-

My father is Hades, if my outfit isn’t clear,

Usually, his name installs fear,

But really, he’s a helicopter parent, and always near,

Oh no.

Yesterday it was nineteen forty two,

but I woke up eighty years later, and, unfortunately, I met you.

-

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then your parents running the Universe!

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then our folks running the Universe!

-

My mom’s Demeter, she really like’s cereal,

She doesn’t get, that Seph and Hades love is real,

Never once has she asked me to kneel,

Oh no.

One time I got anxious over the paper pages I read,

And meanwhile my sister is still growing weed.  

-

My mom is Hecate, the goddess of Magic,

Our history, truly is tragic,

Cabin Nine always freaks out, because there’s no logic,

Oh no.

I’m pretty sure she likes Hazel more than me,

But I’m not sure, how ‘bout we see?

-

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then your parents running the Universe!

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then our folks running the Universe!

-

Well, my father’s Pluto, the Lord of Riches,

I can summon gems, metals, and occasionally ditches,

Me and my mother were apparently witches,

Oh no.

I don’t know if it’s true, what you said about Hecate,

but that’s pretty sad, if you ask me.  

-

My mother’s Nike, the goddess of Victory,

To get to sing this verse, I had to punch Holly in the knee,

Not that her pain, really concerns me,

Oh no.

She’s also up there, in Athena’s hand,

Now she’ll watch over us, wherever we stand.

-

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then your parents running the Universe!

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then our folks running the Universe!

-

I’m a son of Apollo, the god of the sun,

and music, and archery, and—wait I’m not done,

Poetry and truth, and medicine, oh, fun,

Oh no!

But there aren’t that many talents of his that I know,

so now I just heal and sometimes I glow.  

-

My mother is queer, and you know her as Iris,

She is the rainbow goddess,

As for us gays, we’re truly the hottest,

Oh no.

People always laugh when I tell them who my mom is,

so then I turn their hair to the color of different mosses.  

-

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then your parents running the Universe!

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then our folks running the Universe!

-

This is Clovis, and his dad is Hypnos,

but he won’t stay awake along to say sing on his own.  

Sometimes, when he’s sleeping, pencils get stuck up his nose,

Oh no!

I know he doesn’t say much, but he’s still pretty smart,

His dreams and his visions are a work of art.  

-

My father is Ares, the god of war,

he’s kind of a but-hole, shall I say more?

His wishes for me to be stronger are truly a bore,

Oh no.

I’m leaving this fall, though, because you all suck,

And in Arizona sandstorms, once again I’ll be stuck.  

-

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then your parents running the Universe!

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then our folks running the Universe!

-

Like La Rue, my godly parent, is that of war,

If you fight bellona, you’ll end up on the floor, 

but unlike Mars, she’s not all blood and gore,

Oh no!

I flew the Atlantic to retrieve Athena,

And now this goat boy is calling me RARA.  

-

Hi I’m Grover, I’m a child of pan,

I mean he’s not really my dad, but this song is pretty grand,

definitely better than when he went missing from the entire land,

Oh no!

I’m the one who finally found him,

But then he died, since the world’s pretty dim.  

-

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then your parents running the Universe!

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then our folks running the Universe!

-

Bonus:

My name is Lester, I used to be Apollo,

My father is Zeus, the one all us Greeks follow,

But now I’m mortal, so I’ll sit here and wallow,

Oh no!

I don’t think I have any more tears to cry,

And now that I’m mortal, I can actually die!

[ladynyctophilia]

Avoiding Red

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Mature Themes

Pairings: Vivienne Tang x MC (Rozario)

With the heist gone wrong, it all felt like a dream. I fell off of the helicopter with guns pointed at me in every direction, but somehow I was still shoved into an ambulance and rushed to a hospital for surgery.

At this point, I didn't know the difference between fantasy and reality. There was even this one night where I thought Vivienne was at the hospital with me, kissing my hand, but I knew that wasn't true. The Poppy should be laying low by now, probably in another country after all that heat we attracted in Paris. Again. 

I've been left with nothing but questions. Did I really join The Gilded Poppy? Was Vivienne Tang real? Or was I just waking up from a coma? However, whenever I moved, the gunshot wound on my lower abdomen, and the breaks in my ribs told me otherwise. My heart ached.

This is real. 

And every night I had to relive those same events in my dreams, but in my dreams I died on that rooftop. 

However, my thoughts were interrupted by the clicking of my room door opening. The nurse was probably back with this morning's pain medication. 

More pills to shove down my throat. Yay. 

But to my surprise, it wasn't the nurse, and I could feel my heart quickening as a short man dressed in a well-tailored suit that complemented his sun-kissed features entered the room. I tensed, ignoring the pain from my wound. This man wasn't a doctor or a nurse, and he didn't look lost either. That could only mean one thing. He stared at me, and I stared at him, but none of us gestured to speak. The man's hair was black as a starless night, even darker than Vivienne's, but his eyes were full of warmth. The green of his eyes reminded me of the emerald eyes of Vivienne's serpent ring, but unlike the color of envy, his gaze felt safe, and not like the cunning nature of the thieves and criminals I was acquainted with. I sighed. 

Vivienne...

However, a glint of light brought my attention to his chest, where a badge rested, flashing with justice. I didn't think about the police or anything like that when I was here. When I could think straight…

Ha. Straight. 

Shut up, Rozario.

...all I thought about was Vivienne and the look on her face when I let go. Did she really poison me? My heart wanted to deny any suspicion of betrayal in Vivienne, but my head knew better. Vivienne did have a past of lying and running away. She was a criminal after all, and I've been burned before. 

" Rozario Inmaculada Cruz," the man finally announced, waiting for my reaction. 

I winced at my full name that was weighed down by tradition and religion and stained by the memory of my father's stern voice, but other than that, he was getting no reaction out of me, and my eyes quickly narrowed. 

Excellent detective skills, Jimbo, you know my name. 

I didn't reply. To my surprise, his voice wasn't French; it was American, with a hint of something familiar. Very familiar. Spanish, but not from Spain. He was familiar to me, like a ghost. 

Sus. I was growing suspicious, but that didn't help the squeeze of anxiety in my guts. Technically, I was in France legally; I just wasn't doing legal things...my situation suddenly dawned on me. I was going back to America in chains and would probably be locked up for the rest of my life. I was terrified. Before it could begin, my life was over. I will never-

"Rozario," the man's deep voice called to me again," you don't have to talk," he hummed, with a hand scratching the stubble underneath his chin thoughtfully. A habit whenever he was thinking most likely. "Just pay attention, I don't have a lot of time here, and neither do you." I'm assuming that the detective was a very patient and reserved man, but my eyes lingered on his antique, probably handcrafted watch. 

Damn. I really have spent too much time around thieves. 

The detective noticed and cleared his throat, pulling down his sleeve." Rozario, I'm going to be blunt with you, you're fucked," he said with a shrug, taking off his glasses as if to see me better. "No matter what you do or say, you will end up in the slammer, but," he held up a finger, checking to see if I was still paying attention. "The number of years can be significantly reduced if you cooperate and help the French government and I catch these so-called members of The Gilded Poppy," the detective got right to the point with a casualness that I didn't associate cops with. It was like he didn't care, whatever my answer was, but there was a gleam in his pale eyes that told otherwise. 

He had a lousy poker face. Remy taught me the signs. I wanted to be stern, I wanted to be hard and cold, with no emotion, but there was a ball growing in my throat that I couldn't swallow. I was scared, but I couldn't give The Gilded Poppy away, could I? No. I quickly shook my head away from that thought as my eyes glistened with tears. 

Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry...COME ON, ROZARIO!! 

I mentally slapped myself. 

Cry like a little bitch later, you can't cry in front of this man, or you will die a hundred deaths of shame. 

With that much needed mental pep talk, I lifted my chin up and locked eyes with the detective...cop whatever he was, and opened my mouth. 

"No, I will not help you, or anyone hunt down The Gilded Poppy," I declared firmly, trying to sound as emotionless as I could, but I came out more stubborn than I wanted. Both a blessing and a curse, hiding my emotions was never my strong suit. "So…" I looked away, trying to deflect whatever feelings from giving me away, "you are wasting your time, whoever you are." 

"Whoever I am?" The man raised a brow, pulling up a chair next to my bed to sit as if he was here to tell me my Abuela died. "Yes, I'm a private investigator that deals in foreign affairs, but I took your case because I know you, Rozario, from high school." 

WHAT???!!!! 

My panic was apparent, and whatever pathetic excuse of a mask I had on my face crumbled away, never to be rebuilt again. You would have thought I looked shocked. No, I was just sad, and it showed. I still wasn't quite sure who he was, but I believed him. Shit. 

"Now," the investigator spoke after waiting for a reply he never got. "It's been seven or eight years, but yes, we attended the same school in Florida, but I was a year below you. Thomas Parker," he hesitated, but continued, dropping his investigator persona for a slight second, glancing around the room as if someone was there. Still, no one was, and he whispered, bashfully while avoiding my gaze, "we were in the dance club together...." 

Tommy. Dance club. For a naive moment, all my worries had washed away, and my heart raced with excitement. It was like I had never left America and could recite the "old days" with Thomas and complain how terrible Mr. Jenkins was, but no, that wasn't the situation. He was an investigator, and I was now a thief...an art thief. The same coin, but different sides. "Tommy...Thomas," I finally said, savoring the taste of that familiar name, a name I knew as real and not fake. "Yes," I nodded, still avoiding his gaze shamefully. "I remember," outside of the dance club, I didn't know him well, but I knew that his mother was from Cuba like my parents were. However, he had grown into a completely different person. Puberty had really hit him like a truck because the Tommy I knew was shorter, hairless, and had the cutest chubby smile and carried around a deck of Magic The Gathering cards. He was adorable, but the Tommy that sat beside me wasn't that person anymore, now he was Thomas Parker, here to take me away for my crimes. 

His sigh brought my attention back to him, "what happened, Rozario? After high school?" For a second, he looked betrayed, and I was taken aback, still too stunned to conjure up any answers or explanations, "did you not have money?" He asked, but didn't wait for me to answer. "For a while, I assumed you were kidnapped and forced to do these crimes, but you definitely robbed that jewelry store on purpose. So, what happened?" He leaned back, now crossing his arms like a child would if they were pouting, but he just seemed...angry...and hurt. Why? He was only ever an acquaintance. "What happened to the girl who was constantly doodling in her sketchbook, with dreamy eyes and a contagious smile?"

"I...I…" I opened my mouth, ready with excuses, but the ball in my throat had grown too large for any words to be processed, and if it weren't for the wetness on my cheeks, I wouldn't have known I was crying. "A-adventure…" I finally whispered, not knowing if he heard.

Thomas's eye twitched at my answer, but seeing my upset state, he slipped back into his role as a private investigator and not Tommy from the high school dance club. "Your parents don't know, but they will," he said, pulling out a notepad and pencil from his pocket, "and you are looking at a thirty-year sentence, at least, when you return back to The States, but," he paused, clenching his jaw. "With good behavior, that sentence can be lowered to as short as a decade if you cooperate and help me put the rest of The Gilded Poppy behind bars. I know that the real Rozario would have never committed those crimes. Can't you see that they've tricked you?"

Thomas and I both knew that wasn't true, all those choices I made back then were mine alone, but it seemed as if he was trying to convince himself otherwise. I opened my mouth to speak, but he put a finger up to hush me. 

"Don't say anything," he asked, voice going soft, "I've seen cases like this many times before. A naive girl gets charmed by a few criminals, and then the said criminals offer to show the girl the world and offer them wealth, a life of excitement and freedom. The naive girl accepts, she does a few crimes and has fun, but when something goes wrong, the criminals escape as the naive girl gets arrested and framed for their crimes."

"They wouldn't do that to me," I blurted out, much louder than I had meant as my heart quickened on the verge of another panic attack.

Thomas shrugged, gesturing to the hospital room, "then why are you still here? You've been chained to that hospital bed for a week, and rumor has it that you were poisoned," he raised a brow, "and the last time I checked, french security guards don't poison burglars."

"No," I shook my head, still denying the possibility, but the deeper Thomas's words sunk into me, the more insecure I felt about the trust I had in The Poppy, and he was right. It didn't help that I had been betrayed and abandoned by Vivienne the first time I was in Paris...but that was before they really knew me. I was on a trial heist then, but honestly? I would have thought Vivienne would have gotten me out of the hospital by now….or at least given me a sign that The Poppy was here. Maybe they weren't coming back, and my heart sunk further, like a dying whale, panging with something I could only describe as regret. 

"Look," Thomas stood up, "whatever our past was, I'm here as an investigator, but I don't want to see you wilt away in prison when I know you don't belong there. We all make mistakes," he set down his notepad and pencil on my lap, "here, I know drawing puts your mind at ease." He gave me a small, sad smile before heading towards the door, "think about it, Rozario, you have twenty-four hours," and with those words said, Thomas left me alone with nothing but my thoughts and his notepad. 

I blinked, my eyes crusty and sore from crying. I didn't know what I was going to do. The thought of having to live a life in prison terrified me. I didn't want to betray The Poppy, but was it worth a life in prison? Maybe I could find a way to cooperate without The Poppy getting caught. 

Honor among thieves.

I snorted at that quote, beginning to sketch without even thinking. All I knew was that I was hurt, alone, scared, and depressed. I needed the embrace of a loved one more than ever.

Where had my life gone wrong? 

A few of my tears dampened the paper, and when I got a closer look, I could tell I was just drawing a woman with Vivienne's likeness. Vivienne. I wanted to burn hotter than coal with anger, but instead, my soul wept as I clutched the drawing to my chest. Despite it all, I missed her. 

There was a knock on my door, and I couldn't even compose myself properly before the nurse let herself in with a tray of today's breakfast. French hospitals put America's cafeteria food to shame, like always. Besides some language barriers, the hospital staff had been very kind, I owed them my life, but I was a mess right now and couldn't survive any more human interaction today. This experience had really brought out the introvert in me that I didn't even know was there, so I stayed silent, with my eyes on the notepad and flipped it to the next page, but instead of finding another blank page, there were words. 

You are a thief now, aren't you? Escape the hospital and head to the hardware store down the road. You have 24 hours.

I read over the words at least twenty times before they registered. Escape. I had to escape. Was Thomas helping me escape? Or was The Poppy here to rescue me? It seemed like an almost impossible task, but it gave me hope, and I looked over to my left hand, chained to the hospital bed. Thanks to Nikolai, I could pick that, quite easily, in fact with my other hand free. Child's play. My heart fluttered with anxiety, and I looked at the nurse, but she wasn't in the room. Huh. I didn't even hear her leave. Suddenly, a long, slender hand cupped the side of my face and turned my gaze to the body it was attached to, the nurse, Vivienne. When our eyes connected, the stars aligned, making my heart flutter and eyes glisten with equal amounts of disbelief and admiration. "You're another hallucination…" I whispered, sunken eyes dreamy as her thumb dragged slowly down my lips. 

"No," Vivienne shushed me with her lips, soft and flushed against mine, but she broke the kiss with a hiss before we could get lost, pressing her forehead against mine in promise. "A hallucination wouldn't burn the world for you." 

To be continued…

#vivienne tang #vivienne x mc #queen of thieves lovestruck #lovestruck voltage #nikolai stirling #fanfiction #HEIST GONE WRONG #angst #red

[daydreambouquet]

Zack never survived the Nibel Reactor and therefore couldn't rescue Cloud from Hojo's clutches. From this single point of divergence, the story unfolds.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” - Cid Highwind

Preview of Chapter 23 - The Ancient Temple

“That must be it,” Cid says as he circles the Wutai carrier above a strip of tropic islands. Azure waters shimmer against sandy white shorelines, and rocky beaches press beneath thick jungle canopies.

Despite the otherwise clear weather, dense fog covers an island in the archipelago. Poking above the obscured tree line is the tip of a jet-black temple whose composition alters from glossy to matte with each strike of sunlight.

“Well, that’s...ominous,” Aerith says, leaning against the window.

Cloud couldn’t agree more. The hues of sky near the temple’s apex are sour yellow, and flocks of parrots spiral to avoid its vicinity.

“Can we get on the ground now?” Yuffie moans from the cabin. She’s curled on the floor to stymie her motion sickness while Barret paces and periodically curses Cait Sith.

“I knew that mother-fucker was up to no good,” Barret kept saying, but now that the temple is close, he stands beside Tifa near the pilot’s chair. “That don’t look like something the Cetra could build.”

It’s true. The angle of the crux is perfect. The material has a deep smooth luster that shifts dark colors and mirrors its surroundings like a window into a shadowed world. The Cetra are an ancient race, presumably without the tools or capabilities for such precision. But more importantly, this place does not appear welcoming. And weren’t the Cetra benevolent custodians of the Planet?

Tifa’s arm brushes against Cloud as she points at a clearing near the edge of the fog.

“There, look,” she says.

A Shinra helicopter sits motionless and vacant. Its windows carry a sheen of translucent dust.

“The hell? That it? No troops?” Barret asks.

It’s strange. There should be more Shinra officials or patrolling Turks. But aside from the scurrying lizards, there are little signs of life.

Nanaki stretches and lifts his nose to peer out. Vincent crosses his arms, watching without comment.

“Shinra knows we are coming,” Nanaki says.

Yet maybe not. They have the keystone, so perhaps they’ve already plundered whatever treasure lay within, though judging by the look on Aerith’s face this seems unlikely. She’s concentrating hard as if deciphering a masterful puzzle.

Tifa smiles over at Cloud. He hasn’t spoken to her about last night, but it doesn’t feel necessary. Nothing between her is uncomfortable. Affections turned tangible, and neither has regrets. He likes that he can trust this sensation. It seems the only unquestionable piece of him.

Cid lands the carrier next to the Shinra chopper because there is nowhere else in the temple’s vicinity, and Aerith asks him to get as close as possible.

When he cuts the engines and slides open the doors, a cacophony of jungle noises and hot muggy air assaults them. Giant insects buzz by, and curious predators slink in the outskirts of their arrival. The Shinra chopper rests inert with one door open, interior console blinking on standby as if the pilot had been in an extreme hurry.

The wall of fog is ahead, and beyond that, the temple rises.

The group hesitates. Yuffie swats at a fat mosquito. Nanaki tilts his head at the screen of mist.

“Is it...safe?” Tifa asks, but of course, nobody knows.

Cloud steps into the fog. Immediately, he’s cut off into another world of compact, quiet forest. The distant chirp of birds is behind him, and the sun is blotted out.

“It’s fine,” he reports, inhaling the odorless mist. “Just fog. Must be a weird weather phenomenon.”

There’s nothing alive in the jungle on this side of the border. The trees are frozen in full bloom, but no wind rustles the foliage. The shades of green seem muted and timeless. Cloud touches the leaves from a vine growing around a tree, and the particles turn to dust in his fingers.

The others enter behind him until the fog encompasses them all. Aerith leads the way forward. The peak of the temple somehow seems more prominent now and dominates the skies.

They follow her in silence, though Cloud insists on taking point in case of Shinra ambush. But as they venture forward, that possibility seems far remote. There is nothing and no one around. The temperature drops as they weave through the jungle in the shadow of the temple. Their boots crunch over dry leaves and brittle vines.

The base of the temple appears like a sudden sheet of milky glass. There are no markings in its facade nor windows or entry of any kind. The mist creates a low ceiling, the illusion of suffocation. As the others wander on, following the structure’s perimeter, Cloud finds himself caught in the intrigue of his reflection. Whenever he glances away, it distends and reintegrates, shimmers and dissolves. Then when he looks again, right at it, the doppelganger disappears and only his own pale blues stare back. He does this double-take four, then five times before a shout calls his attention.

Tifa yells from a distance. The entire party has moved on, and he rushes through the fog along the temple wall, ignoring the sensation of something at his heels.

He finds Aerith equally enthralled nearby. She stands alone, pressing a hand against the temple.

“Did you hear Tifa?” he asks because she’s acting as though she has not. She’s captivated, and his presence startles her.

“I...I can hear something else,” she says. He gets close and listens. Ahead, he hears the commotion of their friends but no urgent cries. No nearby fauna. He hears nothing else.

“The Ancients?” he guesses.

“I don’t know,” Aerith says. “There are many of them.”

Tifa shouts again, and this time it’s in dismay. Alarm. She calls everyone over. Aerith and Cloud move together, and a gap in the mist opens up.

Tifa kneels near a Turk lying on the ground. Red soaks the white shirt beneath the black jacket from a deep slash. He bubbles blood from his lips.

“Tseng!” Aerith runs to his side. “Oh no. No, this can’t be!”

Barret, Cid, and Vincent stand apart, unhelpful, as Tseng sputters a painful-sounding cough. Yuffie and Nanaki are staring at the droplets of blood leading into a narrow archway in the temple. A pattern as if shaken from a long, slender sword. A masamune.

And the entrance, a pyramidal door, beckons into utter black.

Inserted into an indent below is the meteorite. The keystone. Dio’s collector item, unlocking a thousand secrets. Cloud cannot look away.

“Help him!” Aerith says. “Cloud, give me your Restore.”

He pulls his eyes to the suffering Turk. Tseng’s long black hair hangs over a desperate dirt-streaked face. But Tseng is the enemy and a victim of Sephiroth. The General must’ve been here, sought the keystone, and taken it. Which means he’s just ahead. Inside the temple.

“We were wrong...” Tseng whispers. His hands tremble. “It’s not...the Promised Land he’s...”

Aerith soothes him. When the others don’t help her, she explains, “He was always kind to me. The Turks have followed me all my life, but that doesn’t mean any of them deserve to die. Don’t you see?” Her pleading eyes go to Cloud.

He waits, expecting her to whisk a healing breeze out of thin air, but she doesn’t. Maybe she can’t, or maybe Tseng’s wounds aren’t that severe. Sephiroth would’ve killed him if he’d wanted to. But whatever lay ahead was more appealing than Tseng’s death. The Turk wasn’t worth the time.

Cloud steps over Tseng’s body and approaches the entrance. Nanaki and Yuffie stand aside, but he pauses at the gaping void. Cold air coils from the other side, wraps around his forearms. Someone says his name. He thinks it’s Aerith.

Behind him, he sees her kneeling with blood on her dress. Tifa crosses her arms, and Barret gives Cloud a wary look. Cid paces, and Vincent cranes his neck to survey the temple’s peak. Aerith won’t leave Tseng’s side.

Cloud pops the Restore from his sword and tosses it to Aerith. Then he crosses the threshold.

An immediate cool disseminates like static across his skin. The world behind fades away. He hears Aerith activate the Restore, but the swirl of green light doesn’t reach him. The void pulls him forward, and the darkness shifts like a tangible being, becoming darker and lighter as if creatures were moving in its depths. The hallway is longer than it seems, extending beyond the visible footprint of the temple.

Then a rush hits him. It isn’t a physical sensation, but he knows he is falling. On impulse, he curls, shielding his head, yet his feet never leave the ground. The surroundings come up instead of him going down.

A harsh light flares, and in an instant he is outside, overlooking a vast complex of labyrinthine structures: staircases and archways, open-air walkways that loop into corners and angles of confusing geometry. Everything is pale stone and unadorned. The ledge where he stands is crumbled and worn, leading into a stairway that seems undisturbed for eons. The sky is a malachite haze.

#ao3 #fanfiction #final fantasy vii #final fantasy 7 #ff7 fanfic #cloud strife #black materia #zack dies earlier

[whywishesarehorses]

Success Spoils a U.S. Program to Round Up Wild Horses

A New York Times Article, found here. (There’s a cool interactive video feature you should go check out.) This article shows some of the plight of the BLM and the Mustang - too many to handle, no population control, not enough adoptions, and no ability to downsize because of animal rights activists. It’s a no-win situation all around.

Article shown under the cut, to save y’alls dashes. Keep reading for pretty photos

By Dave Philipps       Oct. 14, 2016

OSAGE COUNTY, Okla. — As the sun set on the honey-colored prairie here, a herd of wild horses grazed belly deep in Indiangrass and big bluestem. On the next ridge, a dozen more horses nibbled in the pasture, and beyond them even more, dotting the hills almost as far as the eye could see.

The head of the Bureau of Land Management’s wild horse program, Dean Bolstad, tipped up his cowboy hat and looked out at the animals from a hilltop. “I love seeing this,” he said, “but it’s also an absolute anchor around our neck.”

The horses were grazing on a ranch the agency rents, one of 60 private ranches, corrals and feedlots where it stores the 46,000 wild horses it has removed from the West’s public lands. The cost: $49 million a year.

Trying to make that rent has pushed the wild horse program into crisis. The expense eats up 66 percent of the federal budget for managing wild horses, and it is expected to total more than $1 billion over the life of the herds. The program cannot afford to continue old management practices that created the problem in the first place, or afford to come up with solutions that might fix it.

In short, the agency cannot break its cycle of storing horses because it is too busy storing horses.

“We’re in a real pickle,” Mr. Bolstad said. “We have huge challenges ahead of us, and we don’t have the resources to respond.”

Spending a billion dollars on pastures is a symptom of a broader problem. The agency says there are far too many wild horses roaming the West, and it must limit them to stave off damage to fragile ecosystems. But it never found a strategy that does not put more horses on storage ranches.

Some critics say management must become broader and include other options, like fertility control drugs for horses in the wild. Others say policies that eliminated predators like wolves, which once helped keep the horse population in check, need to be reconsidered. Still others say it is time to kill horses to free up resources. Animal-rights groups, meanwhile, oppose any killing of horses.

The bureau has struggled to limit wild horse populations since Congress passed a law in 1971 protecting the wild horses and burros that roam patches of public land in 10 Western states, and whose numbers increase naturally every year. The agency says the land can support only about 27,000 animals, but these days, there are about 77,000.

Repeated government audits going back 26 years have warned the bureau to find alternatives to storing horses before the cost crippled the program, but it never has. For decades the bureau used helicopter roundups to thin herds, but it can now barely afford that because it spends so much on storing horses.

In recent years, the bureau tried fertility control drugs — administered through an annual shot delivered by dart gun — that would reduce the need for roundups. Now money for that has been spent on storing horses, too.

“The entire budget is tied up in feeding horses; we need to do something drastic, now,” said Ben Masters, a filmmaker who adopted seven wild horses and made a movie about riding them to Canada from Mexico. He now sits on the program’s nine-member advisory board.

In a phone interview from a wild horse area near Eureka, Nev., Mr. Masters described seeing thousands of acres damaged by overgrazing. “It’s totally degraded, and we need to save it, both for the horses and for the other wildlife.”

In September, the board voted 8 to 1 to kill the horses in storage. Mr. Masters said voting for the measure broke his heart. “It kills me. I’d love for there to be another way out, but I just don’t see it.”

After the vote, though, the bureau was flooded with outraged calls and emails, and officials quickly assured the public they had no plans to kill any horses. They have just signed contracts with ranches that can store 6,000 more horses.

Ginger Kathrens, a longtime wild horse advocate who sits on the bureau’s advisory board, cast the lone vote against killing the horses in storage, saying she favored increasing adoptions and finding places to put horses back out on the range. “There are lots of things the B.L.M. could do besides selling horses to kill buyers,” she said.

Federal law allows the agency to kill excess horses to maintain what it calls “a thriving natural ecological balance.” But regulators never took the step, in part fearing public reaction, and in part because Congress in recent years has added riders to various bills banning the killing of healthy wild horses.

Instead, the agency has encouraged people to adopt wild horses. But the number of people offering homes has rarely equaled the number of horses gathered in roundups.

The rest go to places like the Hughes Ranch, here in Oklahoma, where for about $2 per horse per day, Robert Hughes, a cattle rancher, maintains just over 4,000 horses on thousands of acres of prime grassland.

“I basically run an old folks home for horses,” he said with a chuckle as he looked out at the grazing herds. “They’re in good groceries right here, I can tell you that.”

Asked whether the agency should continue to store horses or euthanize them, he shook his head: “Hey, look, man, I’m in the grass-farming business.”

He said he did not have anything to do with policy. “If this deal ended, we’d get back into livestock in a big way.”

The agency now finds itself buffeted on all sides by lawsuits. Ranchers who share the range are demanding that horse numbers be brought down to prescribed levels. Animal rights groups are demanding an end to roundups and darting.

By next year, the agency expects an increase of 15,000 horses.

In September, the advisory board toured a wild horse herd area in Nevada that had not been grazed by cattle in eight years. Sue McDonnell, a board member who teaches equine behavior at the University of Pennsylvania, said she opposed euthanasia until she saw the battered grasses and invasive weeds.

“It was awful,” she said in an interview. “A lot of that land is under severe stress. If we don’t act now, there will be parts that will be lost effectively forever. The horses will die, other wildlife will die, and that will be that.”

While few people disagree that regions of the West are overgrazed, critics of the agency say it is wrong to blame wild horses, which are outnumbered by cattle 10 to one on bureau lands.

Killing horses in storage would only enable unsustainable practices that favor ranchers, they say.

“The population problem is just a symptom of a failed public lands wildlife policy,” said Michael Harris, a lawyer for Friends of Animals. To find a lasting solution, he said, the federal government must address decades of management policies that have eradicated wolves and mountain lions, which prey on horses, from public lands, creating a landscape where horses reproduce rapidly.

“We’re not going to solve this problem unless we have a policy that makes room for wildlife on the land — all wildlife, not just horses,” he said.

#the ny times #mustang horse #blm mustang #horse news #article #wanted to share some info on roundups and storage and this article covers some of the problems

[samatedeansbroccoli]

6 and 9 for the OC ask

69 hehehehehehehe

6. What would they give their life for?

Sim MacCallen: Well he quite literally gives his life to save thousands, so apparently it’s for the better of others.

Jamie Engles: She’d give it for a lot of things. A feminine body. An alto voice. Her sister. Her friends. But more than anything she’d give her life to have another day with her girlfriend, who died in a helicopter crash.

Ashleigh Lacoste: Ashleigh would give her life to bring Hera back from the dead and help her father from rehab.

Remy (Soldier 55): Remy is supposed to die. So he would give his life anyway in hopes of winning the Vietnam War.

Lyudmila “Bell” Anatolievna Chikova: She’s give her life for a loving and caring family, having grown up under repeated neglect by her parents.

Hadessah “Bell” Mizrahi: She’d give her life to have a longer life. Hadessah doesn’t live past 20 years old.

9. What is their favorite color? Favorite animal?

Sim: Sim loves the color blue, partly because it’s the color of the sea (even though the Pacific looks more green off California lol). His favorite animal is a sea snake. He really wants to pet one even if it means he’ll die in the process.

Jamie: Jamie likes light blue, pink, and white, and it’s totally not because that’s the trans flag are those colors /s. Her favorite animal is probably a cat, though she would never want one as a pet. Her younger sister is into cats and that’s the only reason why. She prefers drones over pets.

Ashleigh: Ashleigh loves purple and green. There is no particular reason why, but you can bet her nails will be one of those colors. Her favorite animal is a dog and she has a way of getting into the K-9 unit facility and making friends with the dogs. She gets in trouble for it a lot.

Remy: Remy doesn’t really have a favorite color. He’s also a dog person, but for tactical reasons since he needs them for his operations. Beyond that, he’s very apathetic to animals.

Lyudmila: Orange! Or light brown! Or rather whatever color Adler’s hair is. She decided that would be her favorite color. Airplanes and helicopters are her favorite animals, and yes, they can be animals >:( Also snakes.

Hadessah: Hadessah likes yellow because it’s the color of the sun, which she almost never felt growing up. Her favorite animal is a gazelle. She has a crochet gazelle made by Stitch.

#thebroccoliresponds #thanks Smokey!

[thatmultifandomhoe]

The Extremely Large Tag Game

ATagged By: @dreamystuffers​ thank you sweet pea and HOLY SHIT THIS REALLY IS THE ULTIMATE TAG GAME BUT I AM READY.

SECTION ONE: First and last tag: post the first line of a wip as well as the last line you’ve written so far!

So I have several Wips at the moment and whelp, I’m gonna do them all lol.

The Size of a Heart: Wonho and Reader (Drabble)

First Line Written: The sky was burning as the sun set for the night, cloaking the city in its familiar darkness.

Last Line Written: “I tell myself that it’s better if it hurts, but I…I can’t anymore…I can’t.”

Tentatively Falling: Vampire Jongdae and Reader (Series)

First Line Written: Strobe lights flashed around the dark bar, drawing your attention every now and then when they went wild as the bass dropped.

Last Line Written: It was more than you ever thought, but it was exactly what you dreamt about hearing him say.

Heavenly Father: Boyfriend Yoongi, Priest Jimin, Alter boy Jungkook, and Reader (Smut Crack Drabble - Title May Change)

First Line Written: The stain glass windows in the Church were a sight to see during the day, the sunlight streaming through and bringing life to the images during the service, and brought a sense of comforting to those during times of trouble.

Last Line Written: Jimin groaned and your eyes watered when your nose was pressed against the base, his dick down your throat.

Knitting You a Home: Wolf Hybrid Namjoon and Reader (Series)

First Line Written: The wind howled while rain pelted your house as the storm refused to let up.

Last Line Written: For the moment, his thoughts were cleared, allowing him to fall asleep with you safely in his arms.

SECTION TWO. Enter 15 of your biases and put them in this order to discover the story of your life

Parent: Hongjoong

well I mean he is pretty daddy at times

Sibling: Jongdae

Grandparent: Sammy

Haunts you: Vernon

Significant other: Jooheon

HELL YEAH BITCHES

Ex: Yuta

damn that’s...that’s a change

Best friend: Chanyeol

Proposed to you: Yoongi

Was this before Jooheon or after Jooheon? Who’s my ass with?

Your boss: Taeyong

Random person you meet a the bar: Seonghwa

Rival: Bang Chan

BUT HE’S THE SWEETEST HUMAN BEING THO

First kiss: Namjoon

Drunk and singing karaoke with: Wonho

Played seven minutes in heaven with: Felix

Gave you your favorite dessert: Jackson

I...I can see this one. He’s sweet to do that

SECTION THREE. Describe your bias by their vibes as if they were someone in your life. (I’m doing my Ults, 1 from each group.)

Jongdae (EXO): The guy that everyone knows because he’s the one with that distinguishable laugh. The class clown that knows the limits and only crosses them on rare occasions. You think you know him but then he’ll say something that you never knew about him. Craves his independence but is the quiet one when in a large group, smiling as he watches the more energetic ones run about. An old soul trapped in a young body.

Yoongi (BTS): The one who devotes himself to his work and rarely sees the light of day. His room is littered with empty to go cups of coffee mixed with his own assortment of coffee mugs Coffee ring stains on furniture. You think he’s not listening or paying attention but when you least expect it, he’ll quietly do something or hand you a gift that he knows you treasure. He’ll never ask for cuddles, but he’ll always give them to you and refuse to let you go when you try to get up. Wise beyond his years because he’s suffered and doesn’t wish it on anyone else.

Yuta (NCT): The popular guy that at first everyone warns you about, but once you get to know him yourself, you don’t know why they warned you in the first place because he’s a total sweetheart. The guy who flirts with everyone and anyone, but remains loyal to his girl. He’s never without his iced coffee, and he’s dyeing his hair in the bathtub with a friend to help make sure it doesn’t go too wrong. Will entertain your drunk texts. He’s the one to text at 2 am when you’re feeling alone and down and he’ll do what he can to lift you back up with nothing but the truth.

Hongjoong (Ateez): He’s the guy who doesn’t give a shit about trends or styles, he creates his own. The guy who does the piercings at the local tattoo shop knows him by name because he’s gotten so many of his piercings done there. He is the Fashion DIY King. Will roast his friends the hardest  because he loves them the most and takes it when they dish it back. Somehow manages to rock hairstyles - long live the mullet - that no one thought should have ever existed. Don’t let him cook though. If he cooks you’ll end up with food poisoning. He’s the one who will let you try makeup tricks and new products on him. Secretly amazing at painting nails.

Wonho (Monsta X): He’s the guy friend that you never expected to be friends with. Him? You? Total opposites on a physical scale. On completely different levels. Once you get to know him, he’s a total teddy bear. Doesn’t question it when you suddenly appear and hug him without saying a word, he’ll simply hug you back while maintaining the conversation he had going. Or he’ll simply surprise you with a hug because he likes them.

Bang Chan (Stray Kids): He’s the one that always has his earbuds in even during class. Like he’s the guy that has the earbud going through the sleeve of his hoodie and is pressing his palm against his ear to listen to the music. Listens to everyone, even if he doesn’t know them that well and gives really good advice if they ask for it.

Jackson (Got7): The guy that you can hear a mile away. Hyper. Can’t sit still to save his life. He was the guy that you’d see doing laps in the hallway with his friends when he should have been in class, but he was the nice one. Passionate and when you ask him about what he’s working on, he’ll talk about it for hours. Will also apologize multiple times for going on but then continue to go on.

SECTION FOUR. Search your name + “core aesthetic” on Pinterest and make yourself a moodboard

SECTION FIVE. Make a normal and fantasy version of yourself using this !

SECTION SIX. Writing tag game!

What is your ideal setting for focusing on your writing?

A quiet office where I can play music softly in the background and be at a desk with a comfortable chair.

 What Genre do you prefer to write?

Slice of Life, Young Adult, College Age.

Do you prefer to write on paper or digitally?

Both.

It’s the middle of the night and you suddenly wake up with an idea. What do you do?

Make a note of it in either my notebook or in the notes section on my phone.

Who is your favorite person to write about?

Jimin and Hoseok

Do you like making your own characters, or do you usually write about real people?

I like to do both. Honestly, it’s kinda like a mix of both. With some of my fics, the only thing that makes them fanfics are that I’m using the real person’s name, and I’ll pin point on certain aspects of their physical features. In Brotið Hjarta, the only thing that connects to it being Namjoon is his name, and maybe his hair style/color and ear piercings, everything else was what I imagined it to be.

Have you ever written a book/story with more than 15 chapters (100K words)?

Yes. Strawberry Cream and BBQ

How often do you get ideas?

From everyday life, sometimes I’ll be daydreaming and it kinda morphs into a story or a fanfic and so I’ll make notes so that I don’t forget it.

Do you ever get an idea that you really like, but just can’t seem to finish?

Yessss, all the time.

What is your least favorite plot?

I don’t know about least favorite plots, but I do hate it when fics dive straight into a story without any background or anything. Wait, so maybe that’s pwp fics????? I don’t want to be a hypocrite, but even with my fics that primarily focus on smut, I still add in those background details and give them a teeny tiny plot.

SECTION SEVEN. Put your music on shuffle and reveal the first ten songs that come on.

The Kids Aren’t Alright - Fall out Boy

In the Dark - Bring Me the Horizon

Teeth - 5 Seconds of Summer

All In - Monsta X

To the Beat - Ateez

Shot - Lil’ Jon

Daechwita - Agust D

Treasure - Ateez

Adore You - Harry Styles

Guys My Age - Hey Violet

SECTION EIGHT. Questions tag:

Relationships: 2

Break-ups: 2

Kids: Right now? 0

Brothers and Sisters: 1 older brother.

Pets: 0

Surgeries: 0

Tattoos: 0

Countries you’ve been to: 0

Been in an airplane: yes

Been in an ambulance: yes

I sing karaoke: hell no.

Ice skating: I like it but I suck at it and have only been able to go during school events in the past.

Been on a cruise: hell no

Driven a motorcycle: nope

Ridden a horse: yes

Stayed in a hospital: nope

Favorite fruit or berry: Raspberries

Favorite color: Magenta

Last text: “Perfect! I’ll let you know when I am able to send yours out!” - I do pen palling and was letting someone know when I could send them a post card in exchange for the one I’m getting.

Cat or dog: Cat

Favorite pizza: White sauce pizza with chicken and feta cheese

Met a star: nope

Flown a helicopter: nada

Been on TV: nope

Broken my leg: nope

Seen a ghost: don’t believe in them.

Been sick in a taxi: nope

Seen someone die: no

SECTION NINE: Fifteen questions tag:

One ; it’s your birthday! what did you ask for?

Gift cards, um...(this is bad because my birthday is actually coming up) maybe some things from my Amazon list?

Two ; what was the last song / album you listened to?

WAP by Cardi B

Three ; what is your go to snack when you’re hungry?

Chocolate, cookies or cookies dipped in peanut butter

Four ; what is your morning routine?

Wake up, check messages on my phone while still in bed, get up, make coffee, maybe eat breakfast, drink coffee in bed, listen to music/watch videos or read on phone while drinking coffee, get dressed, brush teeth and skincare routine, make bed.

Five ; what mythical creature would you be?

An Elf? Or a Forest Witch. Something that has to do with the Earth and nature.

Six ; how do you interact with someone you don’t like?

I give short and straight to the point answers, if I’m working on something and they come up to me I’ll pointedly focus on that task instead of them.

Seven ; how do you define a toxic person?

Someone who lies, who makes you feel bad about the things that you do, that puts you done while lifting themselves, who is constantly bragging about their own things, who puts down others, who acts like they’re better, who acts like they’re way of life should be the only way of life.

Eight ; have you ever been to a concert or a fan-meet? if not, would you want to?

I have not, but I would like to one day because they seem fun and it would be nice to see a performance in person.

Nine ; do you believe in astrology? why or why not?

I do, mostly because it’s fun and interesting and I tend to find that I do a lot of the things and act like my zodiac sign without realizing it (aka I’m a Virgo).

Ten ; if you could have only one sense (hearing, touch, sight, etc.), which would you keep?

Hearing.

Eleven ; who is your favorite celebrity or idol?

At the moment, BM from Kard.

Twelve ; if you could talk to your favorite celebrity for a limited time, what would you tell them?

How do you keep going when it gets hard?

Thirteen ; I’m taking you out on a date. where are we going?

Maybe an art museum, or somewhere with flowers?

Fourteen ; do you prefer sweet or savory?

Sweet.

Fifteen ; do you have any Merch from any of your favorite artists?

I have several BTS albums and an EXO album.

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#tagged #oh my god this was a big and long one #but i done did it #get to know the blogger

[runicmagitek]

Tagged by my bro @metaphoricalmelodies because I'm a slut for memes!

Relationships: Uh... like, dating for extended periods of time or just considered more serious than usual? Only four? Sexual relationships is a different discussion, but I'm not disclosing that here.

Breakups: I mean, yes? I'm not with all four of those partners currently lol

Kids: NO THANK YOU.

Brothers and Sister: I have an older sister and technically three half siblings, but I'm estranged from that side of the family.

Pets: I've had four cats over the course of my life. Currently have one (1) floof potato named Raku. She's extremely cuddly and chatty and is currently asleep at my feet in the sun.

Surgeries: I've had all my wisdom teeth removed along with multiple screening operations (not really surgeries, but stuff I need to go to a hospital for and be knocked out).

Tattoos: Two! I have Rinoa's wings on my back with a Latin phrase that says "she flies with her own wings" and a semi colon under my left clavicle. I want SO MANY MORE, but it's a matter of finding the right artist and having the money.

Countries You’ve Been To: Mexico, Canada, England, and France.

Been In An Airplane: Oh yes. It's been a long time since I've flown, but I was on an airplane at least four times a year since I was seven to visit my father at various places.

Been In An Ambulance: Yeah :\

Sing Karaoke: I mean, not regularly? I have gone out a few times with friends, especially back in college.

Ice Skating: Only twice and I hate it.

Been On A Cruise: OH FUCK NO. I have trauma around the ocean, so the idea of being on a boat for extended periods of time while in the middle of nowhere? I'll pass.

Driven A Motorcycle: I have not driven one specifically, but I have been on a motorcycle while someone else was driving. Absolutely love it.

Ridden A Horse: A few times, namely when I used to visit a friend in Alabama and one time in Mexico.

Stayed In A Hospital: ...yeah ._.

Favorite Fruits or Berries: I love so many!! Raspberries, strawberries, blueberries, peaches, nectarines, apples, mangoes, avocados... there are honestly very few I don’t enjoy (namely cherries, pineapples, and blackberries D:)

Favorite Colors: Purple and black.

Last text: Asking my boss if he needed anything before the end of the day, because I'm out tomorrow.

Coffee or Tea: I drink and enjoy both, but prefer tea.

Favorite Pie: Apple pie!

Favorite Pizza: I love Mediterranean pizzas with grilled chicken.

Cat or Dog: Cats, but there are a few dogs I find cute. Honestly, dogs are way too high energy for me, but also there are some awful dog owners out there and I hate being subjected to a poorly trained dog because the owner can't be bothered :\

Favorite Time of Year: I love summer, because most of my autoimmune diseases behave the best when it's warm out, but autumn has been growing on me.

Met a Star: I met Patrick Stewart and shook his hand when I was 10 or 11. He was extremely polite and kind, especially when all I could really say was I KNOW YOU FROM STAR TREK :D

Flown A Helicopter: UH EXCUSE ME WHAT

Been on TV: Damn, I hope not.

Broken My Leg: You know, for all the bullshit I've had to endure with my health, a broken leg has never been one of them.

Seen A Ghost: I mean... probably? I wouldn't rule it out.

Been Sick In A Taxi: This is oddly specific and makes me wonder who hurt the poor creator of this thing to warrant this (also no, but I've been sick in my own car before).

Seen Someone Die: This is difficult :\ I watched my previous cat be put down five years ago. I also saw my grandfather in the hospital less than 24 hours before he passed. While I saw no bodies, I did witness a car collision where one of the drivers died. Not to mention I've had a handful of people in my life pass on.

Tagging: whoever wants to do this! You reading this right now and think it’s fun? Consider yourself tagged! 💕

#did you mean: my life #meme thing

[jisungshotfirst]

get to know me better tag !

tagged by ; @masterninjacow thank you love <3

- what do you prefer to be called name-wise?

Kit is fine ! And Christopher, Kitty etc

- when is your birthday?

December 15th

- where do you live?

Dublin Ireland

- three things you’re doing right now?

Lying in bed :] mentally packing for a trip, and on tumblr oh and my cat just walked in so petting my cat

- four fandoms that have piqued your interest lately?

Mhmmmn.... Thai drama fandom, too the kpop group... I honestly can't think of any others

- how has the pandemic been treating you?

It's been okay I'm luckier than most. I was able to take a trip with friends as normal and I'm pretty good being by myself inside

- recommend a movie.

The way he looks ! Pure adorable gay fluff , friends to lovers , almost zero drama. It's one of my fav films of all time !

- how old are you?

18

- school, university, occupation, etc.?

Going into first year of uni

- do you prefer heat or cold?

Heat ! I love the sun I hate it here it's too cold

- name one fact others may not know about you.

Mhmmmmn

- are you shy?

In general not really, and if I'm in a very comfortable situation even with new people I'm not shy but if anything's uncomfortable or just off I can be very quiet

- do you have preferred pronouns?

He/him

- biggest pet peeve?

Ignorance

- what is your favorite ‘dere’ type?

I just did a quiz and got deredere and yeah that's prob accurate from the description

- rate your life from 1-10, 1 being really crappy and 10 being the best it could ever be.

I mean it's great but obvs there's a lot of stuff I'd change ... 7?

- what are your main blog + side blogs?

Only this one we die like men

- is there anything people need to know about you before becoming friends?

They just gotta be allies :]]

- relationships / breakups?

🤷‍♂️

- siblings?

One older sister

- pets?

My dearest girl Boo who's best cat

- surgeries / tattoos?

Nope but both are coming in the future I hope :]

- countries you’ve been to?

Ireland, England, Scotland, Wales, Portugal, Spain, France, Monaco, Germany, Belgium, Italy, Austria, Croatia, Bosnia, Montenegro, Greece, Cyprus, USA, Cambodia, Vietnam ... I think that's them

- been in an ambulance?

Yes but I think only once

- sang karaoke?

Yep ! But years ago

- been ice skating?

Yep I love it

- been on a cruise?

No

- driven a motorcycle?

It was probably a little closer to a moped but yes

- ridden a horse?

Yep twice

- stayed in a hospital?

Yes but I think only overnight once

- favorite fruit + color?

Cherries + yellow

- last text?

"I am healed 🥺" only context is yeosang

- coffee or tea?

Iced tea only

- favorite pie?

Apple ? I rarely have pie

- favorite pizza?

Throw any veggies on there bar olives and tomatoes

- cats or dogs?

Cats

- favorite time of year?

Early summer

- met a star?

I don't think who I've met would qualify, Irish stars are funky. Jedward came to my school tho , Ik y'all should be jealous

- flown in a helicopter?

Nope I wish

- been on tv?

Not that I know of

- broken a leg?

Never broken a bone !

- seen a ghost?

Nah

- been sick in a taxi?

Nope

- last song listened to?

Hot air balloon - cravity

- favorite musicians?

Skz, Ateez, tbz, day6, exo, bts .. literally every bg under the sun. Lana Del Rey, nothing but thieves, Coldplay, Lorde, panic! Etc

- last shows watched?

Love revolution for my boy younghoonie. But full shows He is psychometric

- favorite fictional characters?

Kit herondale from the shadow hunter chronicles, noah sweetwine from ill give you the sun, Dante from Aristotle and Dante, Niel Perry from dead poets society

Done :]]]

Tagging: @lucyepiccrash @loonizpink @pendulumandthepoet @timothytheowl @honeysticksandflowers if you want to <33

#taggy tags #kit shit

[jackiesarch]

an unexpected journey

By the time she drags the flat, dirty mattress from the second floor down to the garage and settles Joel on top of it, Ellie is so tired she’s convinced that she could fall asleep standing up.

Scavenging around the house has offered her little in the way of supplies; all Ellie has found is a heavy, wool blanket that she has draped over a shivering Joel, and a couple dirty rolls of cloth medical tape. Besides that, all that remains in the abandoned home is broken furniture and a pile of tattered books with yellowed pages.

Ellie settles herself back in the garage once she finishes searching the house. Outside, it’s snowing, and she can feel the temperature dropping steadily from the way the cold radiates off the metal garage door. Since her trek to the military supply helicopter in the mall a day earlier, the snow has piled up to her ankles, and the cold has become just strong enough to freeze her sweat to the inside of her jacket. On the floor, across from Joel’s mattress, Ellie shivers. All she wants in that moment, more than anything in the world, is to curl up under a blanket and sleep for as long as she can. But Joel is lying there, teeth chattering from his fever, and Ellie is more than terrified that he’s about to go and die on her. Instead of lying down and pulling her knees up to her chest, she crawls over to Joel on her hands and knees.

“Joel?”

He has no answer for her other than the incoherent mumbling of the very ill. Ellie places a hand on his shoulder softly, her muscles clenching sickly in her stomach. She recognizes the dull, hollow ache under her ribs as fear: the fear of loss, of losing Joel, the fear of being alone again. His throat makes a sound something akin to a moan, and beads of sweat roll down the skin of his forehead. Ellie reaches for the hem of the blanket, heart seized with anxiety over what she might find when she checks on his wound. She pulls it down, lifts up the corner of Joel’s shirt, and cringes at the way the sewn up skin has become puffy and inflamed. Ellie lets her hand hover over it. The wound is giving off more heat than she can bear.

There is a brief moment in which Ellie is frozen to the spot, unsure of what to do. Joel still shivers beside her, and the only thing she can think of to help him is to go through the first aid kit lying half open beside the mattress a second time. She rifles through the contents, but nothing has changed. She finds gauze, needles, bandages, and a bottle of what she can only figure are expired painkillers. Uneasily, she palms two of the pills, unsure of their effectiveness, and forces them into Joel’s mouth. He swallows, almost painfully, with her help.

“Oh man, Joel,” Ellie whispers, sliding the bottom of his shirt back down and covering him back up with the blanket. “Don’t fuckin’ die on me.”

She leans back against the wall of the garage and stares at him, unknowing and unfeeling — lost. Ellie is no doctor, but she knows what Joel needs. Antibiotics.

But holy shit, she thinks to herself, where the hell ‘m I gonna find those?

Ellie wrings her hands in her lap and turns her attention from the feverish man to the garage door and the night that lies beyond. Her resolution is firm, but her body is still wracked with fear; she’ll wait out the night, and as soon as the sun comes up, she can go for food and medicine.

She wonders whether or not Joel can wait it out or not in the first place, but she finds herself oddly reassured by the idea that this is Joel, and if anyone is holding on for dear life, it is him.

Joel speaks, then, something that’s less of a word and more of a sound, “E-el…”

Ellie’s ears perk up, and she crawls on hands and knees back to his side.

“Joel? Joel, can you hear me?”

“Ellie…”

His voice is raw and broken; hardly a voice at all, but Ellie knows in that moment that he is there and he can hear her, if only in the back of his mind.

“Joel!” she exclaims, desperate, and grabs him by the shoulder. “Joel, it’s me! It’s Ellie. You’re gonna be okay, all right? We just—we just gotta wait out the night, and then tomorrow ‘m gonna go out and get you some medicine, okay? I swear, Joel. You’re gonna make it out of this. I swear.”

There’s no answer from him. His teeth go back to chattering, and his mouth too busy trembling to form any other words. Ellie makes sure he’s comfortable and warm before she goes back to leaning against the wall. Joel’s fever is just starting to pick up speed when she spots it in the corner and gets the idea.

The book is on top of the pile of other yellowed volumes, and it’s the only one with any color on the cover. She crawls towards it and takes it into her hand, flipping through the worn pages and scanning the words. It’s not long, and if Ellie’s being fair, it really doesn’t look like a bad read. With its bent cover and delicate pages, it’s obvious that someone once loved it, and that’s good enough for her.

She clutches the book to her chest and makes her way back to the dirty mattress, clinging to the idea that she’ll read to him until he either stops shivering, or the sun comes up. Whichever comes first.

“It doesn't seem like it’s gonna be too bad,” she assures him. “If anything, it’ll be nice to listen to until I can go out, yeah? Hang in there, Joel. It’s story time.”

Ellie settles into her little nook and pulls her jacket sleeves down over her wrists and palms. She opens the book to the first page, and though her eyelids feel heavy with sleep, she’s determined to stay awake. She takes a deep breath and starts to read, pushing the fear of losing Joel to the back of her mind.

“In a hole in the ground, there lived a hobbit…”

#the last of us #tlou #tlou fic #my writing #joel miller #ellie williams #this is SEVEN YEARS OLD and you know what? #not bad!

[thebibliomancer]

Essential Avengers: Avengers #210: You Don’t Need the Weathermen to Know Which Way the Wind Blows!

August, 1981

Wow that is one hell of a title! At least in terms of length.

Not the best though.

That still belongs to Avengers #12: “This Hostage Earth!”: In Which the Mighty Avengers Battle to Save Their Beloved Planet From a Fate So Deadly That None But the Macabre Mole Man Could Have Devised It!: A Marvel Tale of Most Compelling Excellence!”

The title to this one being a Bob Dylan reference gets its some bonus points though.

Hmm, this issue is written by Bill Mantlo and he’s also the co-creator of Rocket Raccoon, originally an extended reference to a Beatles song.

Guy loves his song references.

The cover is also pretty excellent this time too. Damn but do I miss covers like this. Four different perils befallen the Avengers separated by the presumed villain’s helmet crest.

So take us away, Mantlo.

We start the issue with the return of the ridiculous four-sided television for the Avengers meeting table. Except now its five four-sided tvs on one pole for maximum media absorption from multiple angles.

And the Avengers are watching THE WEATHER CHANNELS!

Scarlet Witch: “Why have you summoned us, Captain America? What new menace confronts the Avengers?”

Wonder Man: “Wait until you hear, Wanda! Cap’s called us together to watch the weather report!”

Don’t be so surprised. The title and the cover are all about weather.

Cap though says that this weather channel may be showing THE BEGINNING OF THE END OF THE WORLD!

But surely he’s exaggerating. Even if 2012 the movie ridonkulous weather disasters happen and wipe out humanity, the world will keep on zooming through space. Its a persistent rock.

End of humanity is pretty bad too, from the point of view of humanity. Which the Avengers either are or aspire to.

So there are excessive tornadoes in Kansas. So far, of course.

London is flooding.

There are unnatural thunderstorms and torrential rains in New York, so bad that Thor has decided to show up without being summoned to go ‘hey how about this weather, right?’

Buenos Aires is freezing, baffling and befuddling bikini beach goers.

Which Beast ogles.

Beast, pls. The fate of the humanity is at stake here.

And there’s a heatwave over Antarctica melting ice and raising the water levels, threatening low lying countries. Or mostly just England somehow.

The government’s weather monitoring space station with a weird name Samarobyrn has determined that these weather disruptions are too systematic to be natural so the Avengers are going to split into five groups to investigate the five places I’ve already mentioned, since they’re the five places most seriously affected according to the satellite Samarobyrn.

Beast is going to go to Buenos Aires, to his delight.

Wanda and Vision will go to Kansas.

Beast: “The perfect place to send the Good Witch of the East!”

The Wasp and Wonder Man will head to Antarctica.

Wasp: “Great! Finally I get a chance to wear my new fur coat!”

... Wasp. Heatwave.

Thor will investigate the thunderstorms in New York.

And Cap and Iron Man will go to London.

Not sure what they’re going to do against large-scale weather disturbances. Can’t exactly punch the climate. At least not personally.

Maybe punching a weatherman will help. Can’t make the situation worse.

Anyway, the Avengers all head off to their own destinations, with Beast snarking “Say, shouldn’t someone yell ‘Avengers Dissemble’?!”

So, this reminds me of something, really briefly. There was an episode of Avengers: Earth’s Mightiest Heroes that used the title This Hostage Earth (sadly sans the rest) and also coincidentally seems to share some elements with this story. The Avengers split up to investigate seven different anomalies with Iron Man wryly commenting that he should say Avengers Dissemble.

Doesn’t have much of anything to do with this. I was just reminded because of mentioning This Hostage Earth ect earlier.

Anyway, while all of the other Avengers dissemble, Thor tarries.

So he’s still in the meeting room when Jocasta arrives and wonders what the hell is going on. She only found out there was a meeting at all because Jarvis told her.

Damn, that’s rude, the other Avengers.

Thor: “An oversight, surely. Our ranks have swelled of late, and with no permanent chairman, ‘tis hard to know whose responsibility ‘twas to summon thee.”

Jocasta: “True? And yet I have felt... apart from the others. Being a creature of cybernetic circuits and not flesh and blood, I am always aware that I am... different.”

Thor: “And thou thinkest we do shun thee for it? Nay, milady! The Avengers are a composite of mortal and immortal, android and man-beast, man and mutant! Different, Jocasta? Aye, so are we all!”

Oh, hey. There’s that arc about Jocasta feeling disconnected from the other Avengers. We haven’t touched on it for a while but it was a running thing in the Shooter run previously. She tried to make friends with various Avengers but they tended to inadvertently blow her off due to their own preoccupations or just getting distracted.

So, no, Thor, I don’t think that the Avengers are intentionally shunning her. But I do think that none of them have really been reaching out to her, either. And you’re all she has.

Thor heads out to his mission and this time Jocasta tarries, thinking about things and stuff.

So she’s still in the meeting room when the computer pulls up some exposition based on a random thing Beast asked rhetorically.

“Origin of the word Samarobryn in the disaster prophecies of Michael Nostradamus... Samarobryn one hundred leagues from the hemisphere. They will live without law, exempt from politics.”

Huh!

I don’t think I knew that Nostradamus had a first name!

Weird that someone would name a weather satellite after a disaster prophecy that predicted famine caused by excessive rain. That’s like naming a communications satellite Babel.

Anyway, the Avengers all head in five different directions with four Quinjets and one Thor and Jocasta takes a fifth Quinjet and heads off into space.

Huh! They have five whole Quinjets now!

Thor flies up into the sky and begins yelling at the clouds, as one might expect from Thor.

Thor: “The storm rages as it hast for hours, with a fury that doth threaten the very existence of the Midgardian mortals dwelling below! ‘Tis time to leash the lightning -- to put the rain to rout! Cease, storm! ‘Tis the god of thunder who dost command thee!”

And then Thor gets hit in the face by lightning.

This storm is a rude.

Thor is stunned by all of this lightning in the face, I guess backing up Clone Squirrel Girl’s use of electricity to knock out Jane!Thor that one time, nearly falling out of the sky before whirling Mjolnir like a helicopter to land smoothly.

And then Thor goes back to yelling at clouds except this time not just clouds because he spots the one who hit him with lightning and it is a who and not a what.

Thor: “Descend, Villain! And if yon storm be thy doing -- desist!”

Weatherman: “Have a care, god of thunder! Not even you can command... a WEATHERMAN!”

I have queried an expert who has told me that yes, this guy looks a bit tokusatsu.

(And he’s orange. Spoilers: There’s a different colored one wherever the Avengers go. A full color-coded team.)

Anyway, two hours later and over in London, England, Iron Man and Captain America arrive to deal with London being flooded.

Iron Man: “Do you realize just how selective these disasters are, Cap? After all, England and Holland border on the same body of water -- and the first’s been inundated, while the second hasn’t been touched!”

Huh! That is weird. And seems incredibly implausible or like someone or thing incredibly powerful is also incredibly angry at the English.

While Iron Man flies around shooting the water with repulsors to... shove it back into the ocean? Is that what’s going on?? I mean, if the water is disproportionately high on England’s side of the channel then I guess you could just shove the water and accomplish something but I thought there was something going on with Antarctica melting which would indicate that the sea levels are also rising but then why would it be affecting only England and oh no comic logic has broken me

Anyway, while ^ that is happening, Captain America lands the Quinjet on Parliament since there’s not many good places to land and really, how often can you say to have landed a jet on a government building?

He’s old, let him have his fun.

But it’s not just fun! He’s Captain America, the man who wakes up at 4 AM to go for a ten miles jog so he can be showered and ready to superhero by 6 AM, probably!

He notices some kids clinging to an overturned double decker bus (because how would we know it was London without?) and he jumps from Parliament to swing on a Union Jack flag to the bus.

And then he uses the flag to create a tether to a rescue boat that the kids can cross over on.

AND THEN THE BLUE WEATHER RANGER! appears.

Flying around on a hoverdisc and creating a localized tidal wave. The wave smacks Cap off the bus into the water as Blue Weather Ranger gloats.

Weatherman: “Let that be a lesson to you not to wrest lives away -- when they’ve been claimed by... a Weatherman!”

And now a scene transition to sunny Antarctica where Jan van Wasp is finally getting the idea that heatwave means that her fur coat is superfluous.

While melting Antarctica temps might still be cold, this specific melting Antarctica temp is almost tropical!

And its not just sunny, it seems like the sun is moving closer, like the angry sun from Mario Bros 3 because iiiiiiiiits.... THE RED WEATHERMAN!

Weatherman: “Die, Avengers! The only fate for those who would defy... a Weatherman!”

The Red Weather Ranger blasts them with heat beams of a thousand degrees, melting the ice right out from under them.

Wasp figures that the Red Weatherman is radiating heat in waves so she could hypothetically hit him between cycles.

Hypothetically.

Because she can’t figure out the frequency and instead the Weatherman sets her wings on fire. And her wings are an organic part of her and she hurts when they hurts. So she plummets into the water to put herself out.

Hmm... the yellow and black look good on Jan and fits with the Wasp name but sometimes she doesn’t look dissimilar to an X-Men.

Wonder Man does what Wonder Man does and picks up a heavy thing and chucks it jerkwards.

But they’re in Antarctica so heavy thing is a giant ice chunk and jerk is a really hot guy so the ice chunk melts midflight pelting the two Avengers with boiling rain.

Wow, this is going poorly so far!

Who’s next?

Scarlet Witch and Vision are next! And they’ve gone to Kansas to fight tornadoes.

I’m. Not sure how that’s going to play out. I really feel like the Avengers are out of their element trying to fight the weather. Is it too late to call in the X-Men and specifically Storm?

She’s doing a crossover with Dazzler this month in 1981 so its not like she was too busy.

Anyway, Scarlet Witch flies the Quinjet at a tornado and then is shocked when the jet gets swept into the funnel cloud and spins out of control

She wonders why Vision is just standing there but he learned a thing from the Yellow Claw two-parter and isn’t just standing there.

He actually makes his mass so heavy that it forces the Quinjet to the ground with a WHRUMP!

I can’t imagine that’d be good for either the Quinjet or the passengers but I’ll give Vision this.

Its cool that he can do his thing without outwardly expending any effort.

Scarlet Witch: “Yes, neither of our powers are quite so flamboyant as Cap throwing his shield, or Thor his hammer -- but they have proven most effective, else we would not be Avengers!”

And then she uses her witchcraft to force two of the tornadoes to slam into each other and cancel out.

This also seems dubious. Since tornadoes tend to spin the same direction you’d think that instead of cancelling, they’d become one giant super tornado. Them cancelling each other out seems quite improbable actually. Which is probably exactly why it works.

Take that, SCIENCE.

But there’s still one tornado left and its coming for them! And since it appears to not be naturally formed, it defies Wanda’s nature based magic! Curses!

Annnnnnnnnd... It’s a WEATHERMAN!

The ebony Weatherman. Although he looks purple to me.

Weatherman: “Stand or flee, it will make no difference! Your lives are in the hands of a... WEATHERMAN!”

And another scene transition.

Geez, this plot split the party hard. And I think it’s beginning to realize how hard it is to split the story between six groups because this vignette gets four panels before moving on.

Beast lands in beautiful snow-covered iceberg infested Buenos Aires and takes a brief moment to be horny about a bunch of bikini women who have been frozen alive.

Beast: “Oh, my stars and garters! Those bathing beauties I saw on T.V. -- they’re frozen solid! Maybe I could take one or two back to thaw out in my room at Avengers mansion?”

And then as if to punish him for this, the white WEATHERMAN! immediately appears and freezes Beast solid.

Weatherman: “You will need to unfreeze yourself first, man-beast! So says... a WEATHERMAN!”

Beast: “Yoiks!”

Good thing freezing is basically harmless in comics.

And our final party, Jocasta IN SPAAAAAAACE.

Because Quinjets can still just achieve escape velocity. That’s some good super-science.

Jocasta: “Samarobyrn, Earth’s first weather-monitoring space station! It’s so... beautiful! A shimmering silver wheel in space -- a triumph of science and engineering, created to faithfully serve its creators... as was I. Perhaps that is why I alone thought to come here.”

And since she’s a robot, she just jumps out of the Quinjet airlock that it definitely always has had and uses her EYE BEAMMM to basically propel herself away from the Quinjet and toward the Samarobyrn station.

That’s pretty cool, actually. I’m not sure if, scientifically, laser eyes would actually propel that much, but its a cool thought.

Of course, Jocasta has to do all of this cool stuff because the space station didn’t respond to the docking requests Jocasta sent. So she has to go in through the manual override airlock.

In the station, Jocasta finds no signs of life even though it was supposed to have a five man crew.

She finds her way to the hub of the station where the computer monitors are all monitoring the five separate Avengers missions.

So she’s pretty sure her suspicions were correct.

Jocasta: “The five foes facing my fellow Avengers must be the five crewmen of Samarobryn! They have distorted this station’s functioning from that of weather-monitoring to weather control -- and now exploit it for their own evil ends!”

Samarobryn: “You are wrong, silver sister!”

WELP!

The space station computer has gone all HAL. Dammit, this always happens!

So Samarobryn decides to explain it all.

It had a humble beginning as a computer for the U.S. Weather Service’s Project Earthwatch. But then one of the programmers added something extra to the concoction: NOSTRADAMUS!

No but seriously. The programmer decided to download the disaster prophecies of Nostradamus into the computer in addition to weather data.

And particularly the ones dealing with that Samarobryn prophecy, the one Jocasta read part of earlier. So when the comptuer was installed in a space station named Samarobryn, it went ‘hey that me!’

And decided to expand operations from weather monitoring to weather control.

How does a space station outfitted specifically to only monitor the weather make the jump to controlling it? Fuck you, this is comics.

When the crew grew suspicious, the computer rewrote their brains to become the Weathermen.

Why did a computer designed to monitor weather have the ability to-

Look, this is comics. Where Hank Pym, biophysicist, built a computer with a gun pre-installed and was surprised when it shot him and tried to take his wife. THIS. IS. COMICS.

Anyway, speaking of weirdly sexual computers:

Samarobryn: “I sense that you are a machine like me -- created by others but obedient to none! Join me! Be my bride! Together we will cleanse the Earth of imperfect humankind and stand guard over the paradise which remains... as gods!”

Geez, its just like Aaron Stack all over again, way before the fact. Also, Ultron. A certain type of AI is just attracted to Jocasta, huh?

Anyway, Jocasta lets Samarobryn down easy by shooting him with EYE BEAM!

Jocasta: “Nothing would remain but a lifeless mokcery of a world! No! I reject you! I was created to be the bride of another such as you -- but robot though I am, there is still some spark of humanity burning within me! I cherish it -- and would not see its source snuffed out!”

Samarobryn may be a load bearing computer pillar without arms or legs but it still manages to defend itself.

BY FLOODING THE CONTROL ROOM?

I guess everything in this room is waterproof??

And also by shooting lightning, also in the control room. Where I guess everything is lightning proof.

This is a bad plan.

More than I thought, even, because by shifting attention to defending itself up in space, Samarobryn leaves its Weathermen high and dry.

The Orange Weatherman stops being able to throw lightning bolts so Thor clobbers him.

The Red Weatherman chills out so Wonder Man and Wasp can get close and put him in a headlock.

Uh. I’m not sure if Blue Weatherman actually is affected or not because Iron Man just punches him in the back of the head while he’s distracted.

The Ebony Weatherman’s whirlwind vanishes so Scarlet Witch and Vision can kick his ass.

And Beast unfreezes as quickly as he froze and kicks the White Weatherman’s helmet off. And apparently the helmet was maintaining the mind control because the Weatherman is suddenly confused about where he is.

And with the Orange Weatherman beaten up, Thor senses, with his god senses no doubt, that the Orange Weatherman wasn’t the one commanding the weather. So there must be an unseen agent who arranged this.

So his course is clear.

Thor shoots a giant lightning bolt into space and hits Samarobryn.

He doesn’t know that the station is to blame. He’s just shooting a giant lightning bolt into space because he’s pissed that someone used lightning against him.

I guess when you’re the god of thunder, you can get a little homing capability out of your giant space lightning bolts.

Still though. Wow.

Meanwhile, in space, Samarobryn is still trying to woo Jocasta. For a certain value of woo.

Samarobryn: “It is still not too late, female! Accept me! Accept what must be! I can make you love me!”

Jocasta: “What can a machine who would destroy all those I have come to care for know of love?”

Samarobryn: “Nothing, as humans understand love -- but together we can redefine the word on the basis of our own coexistence!”

Jocasta: “Can you not understand? The fact that I am a machine does not make me less than human! I am, as Thor said, merely... different! I would try to live in their human world -- to understand how to retain that difference that makes me unique -- and yet be accepted!”

This is an interesting conversation but wouldn’t you know it? There’s a power surge. Seems like a space station got hit by lightning.

And when the lights turn back on and Jocasta wonders what happened:

Samarobryn: “I am weather-monitoring space station Samarobryn. Your question is not pertinent to weather evaluation. This unit cannot compute.”

So you know how sometimes a program crashes and you lose all your progress?

Samarobryn hadn’t backed up its sapience and the power surge effectively lobotomized it back to factory settings.

Geez.

LATER

All the Avengers stand around congratulating Jocasta for the good job and apologizing that they overlooked her.

Apparently new safeguards were put in place to prevent Samarobryn from attaining sentience again. Probably stuff like ‘don’t download doomsday prophecies into a weather satellite.’

Hm. I know Samarobryn was trying to destroy the world and all but the cavalier lobotomization of an enemy because it was a computer and thus disposable sits wrong when the Avengers have two AIs on their team. Really, the fact that it was an accident is pretty much all that lets it slide by.

Also: I’m kind of peeved that Jocasta didn’t get to resolve the situation, given that this was blatantly a Jocasta focus issue. She does pull a lot of weight, being the only one to figure out the real source of the problem and distracting Samarobryn long enough for the Avengers to beat the Weathermen. But it feels like Thor swiped the big win from her even though he didn��t even know about Samarobryn. Just shot some lightning into space and resolved the plot.

That plot resolution should have been Jocasta’s!

Anyway. Scarlet Witch says that Jocasta being overlooked like she was indicates that the Avengers need to reorganize and Vision suggests that they vote on a new chairperson.

But they’re interrupted by Cap.

Captain America: “Iron Man, Thor, and I have given some thought to the directions this team has taken -- and should take! I open the floor to discussion! The first item on the agenda being: THE OLD ORDER CHANGETH!”

Which basically means a roster shakeup.

Funny that the Avengers have had a period of disorganization and aimlessness when they didn’t have a permanent writer and now that they are getting one, they’re going to try to get their shit together.

Whatever I do, I shouldn’t miss next issue.

But before then, there’s an Avengers Annual that has to fit in somewhere and since it uses this roster of the team, might as well fit it in now, before everyone changes and it makes no sense. And its a fairly well-known Avengers Annual.

The fairly well-known Avengers Annual that looked at Avengers #200 and said ‘actually this is bullshit.’

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[mercenary-jake-muller]

Fanart By Vanadise:

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Jake Muller's Journal || Entry 01

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November 12, 2019

"I hate days like these.

These types of days where I don't have to do shit. Just sit around all day and not do a damn thing.

People say I should relax more and sure, I like to relax some days. Hell, I need to sometimes, but what I hate is having to relax or sit around for too long. I always gotta do something or I just don't feel right, you know? I always think if I stay in one place for too long then there's a chance I can get attacked and hit the dirt as a forever resting place. Maybe it's the merc in me makin' me feel this way... Always on edge. Always in danger.

Since I got nothin' to do, I guess I'll just keep writing in this journal. 

God, I'm not really good at this shit--writing my thoughts down... Well whatever. Here goes nothing.

It's fuckin' cold outside. It's so cold that I could have freaking ice cycles comin' out my nose. While I was outside, my eye lashes were practically frozen together. I had bits of snowflakes all over me and my fingers were so cold that it hurt to move 'em when I needed to. Well, to be honest, the cold never really bothered me 'cause I grew up in it, yeah? Had no heating system when I was growing up. I only had my own body heat and one or two torn up blankets. When I was a little older, my mom would always try to make me get her blanket, too, but I would refuse 'cause I didn't want to make her freeze to death. I remember when I was real young, before she got sick, she would lie to me and tell me she didn't need any blankets to keep her warm. I'd always wake up in the middle of the night and check on her only to find her shakin' like a leaf, curled in her bed. I'd go grab all of my blankets and throw 'em on her and I wouldn't leave her side till she'd stop shakin'. Then I'd lay down on the floor and stay there with her during the rest of the night to make sure she didn't freeze  anymore. I didn't mind being cold if it meant she would be warm enough to sleep. After all, she worked all day, everyday, and I would be at home most of the time.

I'm in some fancy hotel room. The place is pretty nice and has air conditioning and running electricity and honestly it's way too fancy for me. There was a fuckin' towel folded up as a penguin on my bed. Like the hell? Who the hell gives a shit about what their towel looks like? Just give it to me so I can use it to dry off. The walls are all a dark red, the floor is a pale, tanned colored carpet, and the doors are the same color as the carpet. There's three fancy paintings of flowers and some of the other buildings that can be found in the town hangin' up in the bedroom, bathroom, and small lounging area. The bed has tan bed sheets and pillow cases and the blanket is a dark red-- almost the same color as the walls. There's a television placed on the dresser across from the foot of my bed, but I'm not gonna bother watching it. Never liked watching television, anyway. There's a big window on the right side of my bed. The drapes are the same color as the walls and the glass on the outside has frost covering most of it.

I'm only stayin' in this place 'cause a lady I was working for told me she was gonna pay for my stay while I'm in this small town. I finished a job for her two days ago. Had to kill some high and mighty prick who thought he'd win a mayor election by sending BOW's out to terrorize the town. He thought he could win by sending out military personnel to dispose of the monsters and pretend that he was the good guy. I hate people like that, who pretend to be somethin' they aren't just to get something they want. I'm not sure when I'll be getting another job. That's why I'm not leaving yet. Hopefully I'll get one soon so I can get the hell outta here and start movin' again. These jobs take me all over the world and I think I enjoy seeing the sights, culture, and people as much as I like taking up assignments. I really love tryin' new food and drinks, like different types of coffee.

Damn, coffee sounds good right about now...

Just sat down on my bed and got me a cup of black coffee while I was up. Took a quick shower to warm me up, too, and I kinda felt bad messin' up the penguin towel. Wonder how long it took the staff to fold it like that? Well, whatever. I bet they already have tons of others made that way, too. They gotta wash and dry the towels anyway. Got my pajamas on, also. Just a pair of navy blue, cotton pants. I never wear a shirt cause it's just uncomfortable wearing one when I sleep. Doesn't matter how cold it is, I still get too hot and sweat like a dog.

What else to write...?

...

Lookin' outside the window now as I gulp down my drink. It makes me warm up from the inside and so do a few memories. On days like these, where I don't have to do anything, all sorts of memories flood to the front of my mind. Good ones, bad ones... 

All of 'em. 

Used to, when I'd look out of a window while it was snowing, the snow would always remind me of my mom--and it still does, sometimes. Though, now when I see the snow... It reminds me of Sherry. It reminds me of the first day we met and how we had to survive together. I thought she was a preppy, know-it-all bitch who couldn't do a damn thing, but man, did she prove me wrong. She could beat the shit outta anyone and anything that got in her way and I bet she would have done the same to me if she had to. 

I remember when Ustanak, the crazy fucker, had shot down our helicopter and we landed in the snow. Somehow, we had survived the fall even though our parachute had gotten torn by the metal debris. I had blacked out and woken up to Sherry laying on top of me. My brain woke up real quick when I had lifted my hand to find it was covered in blood and I hurriedly got myself out from under her. My heart was pounding rapidly against my chest and a cold sweat came over me as I began to panic when I saw she had a piece of metal sticking out of her back. On the inside, I was freaking out 'cause some chick I just met was about to die in front of me. I kept thinking how it should have been me who should have had the shrapnel lodged into my back. Not her. Not some innocent woman. I doubt she had done anything bad in her life, while I had done all kinds of horrible shit...

She surprised me when she told me to pull it out of her and I thought she was nuts when she just begged me to do it. So I did. I pulled the thing outta her, tossed it to the side, and as I was about to start ripping pieces of clothing to make some sort of bandage, I was shocked to find her skin and muscles pulling themselves back together.

I gotta admit, that shit freaked me the hell out. 

After a while I got used to it. It was just part of her and something that helped formed her personality. I think she hated having it, though. Probably 'cause it reminded her of her parents and the shit she had to go through as a kid.  I never asked her about it, though.

I hope she's doing okay these days. Hopefully she isn't doin' anything stupid or getting herself into trouble. It's been seven years since I've last seen or heard from her. ...I wonder if she even remembers me. Well if she doesn't then it won't bother me. I couldn't care less if she remembers me or not. 

....

F U C K !

I spilled my fuckin' coffee all over me and my journal-! Son of a fuckin' bitch! Damn this shit burns like he--

.....

The coffee has dried finally and now I can end this entry. God dammit. Didn't think I'd get so  sidetracked while thinkin' about Supergirl. Spilled my own drink all over me and I had to change my pants. Now there's a big coffee stain over a few pages. Oh well. So long as I can still write in this thing. That's all that matters to me. 

Well, the sun is goin' down and I think I'm gonna get some shut eye. Hopefully tomorrow I'll get a new client so I don't have to stay here and get stuck in my memories for too long.

Jake Muller"

《You find some extra writing on the back of the page. It appears to have been scribbled over by three continuous, messy lines.》

"I need to stop thinking about her. Need to stop worrying about her so much. I'm sure she's doin' fine and has some pretty boy helping her out and giving her everything she could wish for. You can't give her everything she wants and you sure as hell can't stay by her side cause you gotta work. You don't wanna be like dad and leave her alone for the rest of her life... Besides, you're not good enough for her. She needs someone better than you. Time to move on, Jake....Even if you can't stop thinking about her. Dammit...

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#jake muller #sherry birkin #chris redfield #albert wesker #resident evil #resident evil 6 #re6 #journal #journal entry #character journal #writing

[whateverisbeautiful]

Reveling in Richonne

#145: The “Still Here” (9x06)

I continued watching this whole season but I know for some, 9x05 was understandably the last episode watched in full or at all. So if anyone wants to just know the details of the Richonne/Grimes Family connections that happened in this new TWD era, I got you. 👌🏽

9x06 had a lot hanging on it, being that it would be the first episode since Rick’s departure. Plus, it would have the show’s largest time jump when it jumped ahead six years. And a six year time jump means we’d essentially be reintroduced to these characters, after they’ve gone through over half a decade’s worth of stuff. That’s about as much time as we’ve watched them in these nine seasons. 

I, for one, was quite curious to see how this following episode would go down to see how people have been since losing Rick. First and foremost Michonne and Judith. And I actually enjoyed this episode for a couple of reasons. But the biggest reason is that this episode still had Richonne content and a spectacular Richonne development.

The dictionary quite literally describes Richonne as the gift that keeps on giving. So even though Rick was gone in these following episodes, through Michonne and their family he was very much still here. 

But first, Rick’s final episode was called “What Comes After” and it ends with a bit of an answer to that. 

Because within a moment of Rick flying away in the helicopter, we move six years into the future to see a pre-teen Judith. And y’all, the actress who plays Judith is precious and very talented. 😊 

I love seeing that this older Judith had a mini katana. She’s clearly a product of everyone in the Grimes family. Rick, Michonne, and Carl too. 👌🏽

Pre-teen Judith Grimes was our first introduction to this new TWD era. And just from her few seconds on screen, I knew this girl had been raised to be a strong woman just like her mother. And 9x06 delves into that a bit more.

Again, what I appreciate about 9x06 is that there was actually a ton of Richonne and Grimes family moments because like it’s been said before; Richonne doesn’t die.  So naturally, there were heartfelt connections to be made about these two in the following episodes. Starting with this opening moment.

The episode begins with a monologue from the queen and she’s talking to Rick, which is simultaneously heartwarming and heartbreaking. She starts by saying, “Hey. I know you’re here. I’m still here too.” 

It means a lot that Michonne knows Rick is still with her. Like no matter where he is and no matter how much time has passed, she’s confident that he’s here with her and she wants him to know she’s here too and still standing, which is moving. 

I appreciate this as the opening line of the time jump. And it’s poignant to start this new TWD era with Michonne and to hear this line from her. Cuz loss can make people completely lose themselves and, while Michonne did feel lost when she lost Rick, she’s clearly found a way to still be here. And while life situations did affect her, she’s still Michonne. She’s not entirely a shell of a person like she became after her losses in the past. 

And y’all, I especially love this cuz it’s yet another “I’m still with you.” moment.  

She says, “Maybe you already knew that.” And this line hurts cuz she does’t know Rick’s fate. She doesn’t know if he’s looking down from above or what, so it’s heartrending to know that for years that’s had to be this unanswered question for her. 

But the sweet aspect of this line is how R&M are so interconnected, so part of her can genuinely feel like he knows and sees her even now.   

Michonne says, “But it hasn’t gotten any easier. Sun keeps rising. Days keep passing. World keeps spinning. Time...it just keeps moving forward. Weeks, months, even years go by, while you try to make sense of it all. Try to find where you belong. Try to look ahead to a better future.”

And y’all, why they gotta make me emotional just seconds into this show. It’s really tough to hear how as much as Michonne has fought to still be here, these years still haven’t been easy because doing life without Rick was something she never wanted. 

Michonne wanted it to be the two of them taking on life together, so it makes sense why it’s been so difficult to have to carry on without him. She’s resilient so she has carried on, but that doesn’t make it any easier, even years later.

To hear her say that it’s been difficult to find belonging is also so heartbreaking to hear because when she and Rick were together that’s when they most felt a sense of belonging. Cuz they belonged together. 

When they had each other they were with who they were meant for and who they were magnetically connected to and who understood them so deeply. So without him, she’d had to go on without fully feeling that deep sense of belonging she felt with him. 

So next, she looks regal as she rides her horse alone in the woods (which is sad to see because you know if Rick were alive he’d be right there on this road riding a horse next to her. There’s almost this space left open in the shot for where he would have been beside her 😔) 

And we hear her gentle voice over say, “But the truth is…the path ahead has only grown darker. It’s harder to see. You can feel so lost. So alone. So desperate for something, anything that might show you the way.” Y’all, fr it’s devastating just writing this out. 🥺 Like truly...

Cuz Michonne was the way for Rick, she was the one who knew the two of them could always find a way together, and she showed him the way constantly. But the thing is, Rick was the way for her too. 

He was a guiding light for her just like she was to him. And without him, now she has to search for a way cuz she doesn’t have him to help find the way alongside her. 

She ends up searching through a van and she finds a clover and more importantly a little sheriff figurine that resembles Rick in his season one/two days. 

Y’all, Rick and Michonne were each others lucky charms and it’s like the clover and figurine allude to that. 💯

We also see that she’s wearing a wedding ring on her necklace which makes me wish even more that Rick and Michonne would have exchanged rings on camera before he left (especially since clearly TWD’s twitter knows she was Rick’s wife), because then it could just be crystal clear that the ring she’s wearing was between them and no one else. But Imma just tell myself they exchanged rings off camera and this is the one she gave him lol. 👌🏽

As she finds the figurine, she takes a moment to somberly look at it and goes on to say, “But even now, after all this time surrounded by darkness, there are still flashes of light. Tiny beacons that shine out, calling to us.” Y’all, he’s still her light. 

I love that her speech turns to the positive when she finds something that reminds her of Rick. He’s still a huge part of what gets her through cuz their love is everlasting. 🙌🏽

And it’s deep that whereas she seemed to stuff down her losses a bit more in season three, here she’s grown to the point where she can find hope and closeness to Rick in anything that reminds her of him, be it a ring, figurine, or even the very bridge Rick last stood on. She’s not running from the connection and love and memory of him, if anything she’s turning to it to give her strength. 

She says, “It’s not enough to light the way ahead but it’s enough to keep going. Keep trying. Keep fighting.” 

It’s not enough because nothing will compare to the real thing of having Rick with her. The real light for her was Rick so of course these little moments that make her feel Rick’s presence offer a light, but only being back with Rick would light the way ahead the most. Thank goodness that day will come if these movies come along.

And I also found this part of the scene interesting cuz during this line there’s a moment of Daryl watching as a colorful bird takes a worm from a walker and feeds it to her baby birds. And, intentional or not, that totally connects to what has kept Michonne going and fighting all these years; her kids. 👌🏽

She continues, “Keep dreaming. So that’s what I do. Every second of every day. For you. For us. I haven’t given up. And I never will.”

For You. 😭 That part has me all the way messed up and emotional. She keeps going for him. Keeps dreaming, trying, and fighting for him. That’s a love supreme if I’ve ever seen one. 

And plus it reminds me of Rick preciously thanking her “for you” in 9x03 so I’m extra here for it.

And then to also say for us, as in the two of them and the family they created. 😭 It’s the cherry on top of this emotions sundae. Six years later and Rick and Michonne are still absolutely an “us”. It’s still the two of them in this together. Always and forever. 

Y’all, I haven’t stopped feeling emotional about this. It’s so deep to hear Michonne want to reassure Rick that she hasn’t given up and she never will. I stan a regal and resilient fighter. 

In 7x12 Michonne thought she lost Rick and she had this moment of defeat and uncertainty if she herself would want to go on without him. And later in 7x12, Rick helped her see how important it would be for her to go on and lead and stay standing even if she lost him cuz the people would need her. And so this moment in 9x06 feels like her letting Rick know, she’s honoring Rick’s wish. 

Since losing Rick, Michonne has had to keep going not just for her but for their two kids. And I respect that even with all the immense adversity and hardship this woman has had to face, she doesn’t give up. It’s what she loved and admired about Rick and it’s what she’s more than capable of as well. 

And she wants to reassure Rick’s presence that she still tries and still fights and that’s never gonna change no matter what life throws at her. Cuz boy has life thrown some insane stuff at her. But she’s still here and still standing cuz that’s what queens do. 

It feels like this moment not only honors Rick but Carl too, cuz on Carl’s last day he told Michonne she’d have to be strong for their family and all these years later sis is still doing exactly that. I’ve always adored the character of Michonne but this just made me love and respect her even more. 

We see her pocket the Rick-esque figurine, which is precious that she sees the meaningfulness of it and wants to bring it with her. Just this whole sequence and dialogue from her is beautiful. 

And then before the title sequence plays we see Michonne leave on her horse and they pan over to reveal that she was saying all this right at the spot of the bridge where Rick blew it up. 

It’s striking and deep for her to be here all these years later cuz, as much as it brings up painful memories of one of the worst days ever for her, it’s also where she last saw Rick. So it’s where she wants to be just to even feel close to him. 

And the smile. Just even having this moment to connect with him can put a smile on her face and my eternal internal tears have been cued. 

She started this with saying “I know you’re here” because he’s always with her. I love that she knows that and it’s almost like you could feel that in this moment. 

And I know this is the kind of speech that had she spoken it to Rick in person, it would have gave him his entire life and motivated him to take on the world. 😌 

One of the many things, Rick and Michonne have in common is how resilient they are and it’s cool that the first bit of info Angela wants to give us in this six year time jump is about Michonne and how she has been pulling through despite losing her true love. The power of Richonne. 🙌🏽

Y’all, the episode after Rick leaves still started with a Richonne moment. I feel blessed. 😋 #GiftThatKeepsOnGiving!!

I always call them the Get-Things-Done Grimes cuz of the way R&M always go out and take care of business. But I’m adding another tittle to their long list, cuz Rick and Michonne continue to prove they are the Never-Give-Up Grimes.

For Michonne to say out the gate that she keeps going everyday for Rick and for them is just next level wonderful. No amount of time can tear apart Richonne. 

And again, it means a lot because when she lost her family back in season three, she did “give up on being a person” but her love with Rick is so strong and alive that rather than make her stop living life it’s kept her going and given her a will to live and try to create the world they dreamed of. A world where their children can thrive. 👏🏽👏🏽👸🏽😭

gifs source: @michonnegrimes

#richonne #s9 #9.06 #The Never Give Up Grimes