#isaac is microscopic look at him

[orangelemonart]

The Locked Tomb but it's Yu Yu Hakusho and Harrow is Hiei while Gideon is Kuwabara

#tlt #yyh #the locked tomb #yu yu hakusho #fake anime screenshot #OLart #isaac is microscopic look at him #the third one is a parody of a scene in the 2018 OVA thats why its made to look less crusty #the first two are parodies of dark tournament scenes and im pretty sure the piggyback is from the end of chapter black #oh no wait its from the movie isnt it

[undercoveravenger]

Motivators

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x Scientist!Male!Reader

Requested: Yes

Request: “okay for the spooky request could you write Isaac lahey x scientist reader who doesn’t believe in the supernatural but they are hunting a ghost and reader and Isaac make a bet where if they do find the ghost reader owes Isaac a kiss or something”

A/N: This is the third fic in the 2023 Spooky Month event! The next post will release on Tuesday, October 24th. Hope you enjoy!

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While your best friend Scott McCall and his pack were no strangers to your lab, you still found yourself a bit on edge with Scott’s beta, Isaac. You had known of him before he was turned, and he had seemed nice enough the few times you had interacted with him, but there had always seemed to be something off, even after Scott had told you the truth about his friends. You weren’t sure exactly why Isaac made you so uneasy, but the weight of his eyes, whether glowing their infamous werewolf gold or his pretty every-day blue, was ever present and unreadable. 

Even now, with the rest of the pack off investigating the most recent victim of a vengeful spirit, Isaac lingered, perched on one of the spare lab tables pushed against the wall and watching you intently. 

“You didn’t have to wait here,” you say, ardently refusing to look at him, studying the strange glowing sample they’d brought you through the viewing lens of your microscope. “You heard Scott- He thinks he’s got a lead. You could’ve gone with him to check it out.”

A soft huff escapes Isaac and you can hear him shift behind you, moving from his seat on the opposite table to come lean against the one you’re working at. “No,” he says quietly, “I needed to be here.” He’s silent for a minute and you almost think to press him further when he continues, “I know you don’t need me to be here, but I need to be.” He clears his throat awkwardly when you look up at him, but he presses on, in spite of the thick blush clouding his cheeks. “I worry about you a lot when I’m not around you, y’know? Not just that you’re just a human, but that you’re you.”

You studied Isaac for a long moment, a sort of self-satisfied amusement creeping through you as he fidgets under your gaze, clearly having said more than he meant to and exposing his emotions in the process. 

“You really think that you’re going to catch this ghost?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest as you watched him. 

He nodded, grinning shyly, “Yeah. With you and Scott working together to find it? No way we don’t.”

Whenever you’d caught Isaac looking at you in the past, the look in his eyes was always intense, but he was unreadable in the same way that the old Latin tombs that Allison had swiped from her family’s archives for you had been. But in the same way you had learned to decipher those ancient books, you were starting to see the meaning behind those lingering stares and Isaac’s looming presence. He’d never seemed malicious to you, not even before he’d joined Scott’s pack, but now you could see that determined distance for what it was.

You rolled your eyes and turned back to your sample, but couldn’t stop the edge of your lips from quirking up as you spoke. “You find it and I owe you a kiss.”

While you were no longer looking at him, you could pick out the exact moment Isaac realized what you’d said since you could hear his sneakers squeak against the floor as he struggled to catch himself from falling. “I- I, uh, I-” he stammered and you could practically hear how flustered he was. “I’m- I’m gonna go call Scott and see if his lead panned out. Y’know, we uh, we really need to get rid of this ghost thing before it hurts someone else. We should- We should really do everything we can to catch it as soon as possible, right?”

You couldn’t help but laugh as he hurried out of the room, and you laughed even harder when you were able to pick up the excited whoops echoing in from outside of your lab from Isaac and Scott over the phone line.

#isaac lahey x male reader #isaac lahey x male!reader #male reader x isaac lahey #male!reader x isaac lahey #male reader x teen wolf #male!reader x teen wolf #teen wolf x male reader #teen wolf x male!reader #teen wolf x reader #reader x teen wolf #teen wolf reader insert #male reader insert #male!reader #x male!reader #x reader #x male reader #male!reader insert #male reader

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

hi mousy!

how do you think the sve bachelors (+Isaac) would react to a farmer who has a huge phobia of bugs

Hey hey, dear anon 👋

Sorry, the answer was a little late 😅 (1.6, man, it's so beautiful). I'm currently playing through the vanilla game, but still writing headcanons about SDV mods. Thanks for the ask and enjoy! 💖🫰

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Victor:

Victor remembers that in his childhood he was amazed by the variety and unusualness of insects, and how at his request his mother took him to various festivals dedicated to exotic bugs, butterflies and cockroaches. Now, however, Victor is no longer so enthusiastic about this topic. And the spaghetti lover sincerely understands Farmer's fear, because just one look at insects under a microscope imprinted in his head for life. It is creepy. But! Victor will not allow his friend/loved one to suffer and fear. Especially since as a farmer and adventurer they have to face insects (monster bugs as well) all the time. He will still insist on professional help in Zuzu City for Farmer to help get rid of the irrational fear. Most importantly, Farmer will not go through this journey alone, Victor always be there to support them.

Magnus Rasmodius:

Magnus hates to see the Farmer squirming in discomfort and anxiety over the jars of magical insect species he uses to study or brew potions (eww, although the potions from the forest moss were no better). Even putting the jars away from the Farmer's eyes, there's sure to be a bug crawling around somewhere on the wall or on the wooden floor of his tower. After all, they are in the forest. Magnus is sorry that the Farmer is so bad, but the wizard can't destroy all the insects around, upsetting the natural balance. So he will start actively seeking help and advice in the non-magical and magical world. Fortunately, there are enough people that can give professional help, so Magnus will not leave the Farmer in trouble. And to whoever decides to teasw them for their "stupid" fear, Magnus will promise eternal failure on the heads of those idiots who opened their mouths.

Lance:

Naturally, Lance would never deny the Farmer a special protection spell against pesky bugs and never mock them about the fear, but the gallant adventurer is still worried about the Farmer themself. People are always afraid of something, it's quite normal, and the fear of bugs is also understandable: people of ancient times had not too pleasant experiences with poisonous bugs. Even now to be stung by bees or ants is very painful, or it can be life-threatening because of allergies. But being afraid all your life is not the answer, especially since the adventurers faces their fears every day. Lance isn't much of an expert on phobias, but he has plenty of connections everywhere to find help for Farmer's problem. Slowly but surely, Farmer, with the support of the caring Lance, will stop panicking or going into a stupor at the sight of a bug.

(+Bonus) Isaac:

Isaac made a lot of effort not to make a sympathetic grimace. Not that the silent adventurer was terribly afraid of insects, but he hated them. He's used to seeing the enemy, and these little crawling creatures, always trying to get under his cloak.... Yuck. Isaac knows that Camilla definitely has a couple of magical artifacts stashed away that create a barrier against the bugs (yes, the mages created their toys even for such a thing). And the adventurer is willing to ask even Camilla for help. For Farmer's sake, he's willing to put up with even the annoying teasing and jokes of their head witch, and this is definitely a manifestation of Isaac's love and care for Farmer. He does help Farmer (and in the process, himself, but it's a secret shhhh! 🤫) deal with his fear of bugs. Isaac will still dislike them, though. Too many legs and eyes.

#sve #stardew valley expanded #stardew valley #sdv #sve lance #sve isaac #sdv wizard #sdv rasmodius #sve victor #sve headcanon #thanks for the ask!

[arcadian-litterateur]

gally as galileo galilei

masterlist

summary: an analysis of james dashner’s choice to name gally after galileo galilei, and the similarities gally and galileo galilei have.

word count: 560

warnings: talk of trauma, triggers, death, and abuse/manipulation by religious groups

a/n: happy birthday will poulter! this is the first part of my wave of stuff for will's birthday. just a lil observation i made, and ofc, a lot of love for my sweet precious baby, gally.

𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥 in The Maze Runner is named after an important historical figure. Thomas is Thomas Edison, Newt is Isaac Newton, etc…

Everyone acts like these characters got their names randomly, but it's so obvious to me that their names directly correlate to their purpose in the story.

Thomas Edison was an inventor who created unique solutions to problems that had stumped other scientists for ages…Thomas was able to creatively solve the Maze after the Gladers struggled on it for three years. Isaac Newton was smart as hell, and he made discoveries that laid the foundation for many other scientific discoveries. Sound familiar? Newt laid the foundation for the Glade by holding a massive amount of info and ideas. Winston Churchill spent his life trying to gain world peace…much like how Winston tried to make both sides happy and bridge the gap when Gally took over.

With this information in mind, let's take a look at Gally and his namesake, Galileo Galilei. Often called the father of modern science, Galileo made over fifty revolutionary discoveries about science, influencing tons of scientists, namely Isaac Newton and Albert Einstein. Galileo discovered the moons of Jupiter, the rings of Saturn, the phases of Venus, and the craters and mountains on the moon. He also proved the earlier theory of Nicolaus Copernicus that the Earth was revolving around the sun. He invented an early microscope. He developed the mathematical ideas on the motion of objects on an inclined plane, the acceleration of free-falling bodies, and the movement of a pendulum. Basically, he was a really cool dude.

Gally was one of the most knowledgeable and foundational people of the Glade, made clear by his position as a Keeper and his obvious love for stability. He wasn't afraid to share his opinion (much like Galileo) and consistently contributed important information and solutions to the Glade. Also, to be a Builder, you have to have at least a basic understanding of physics. Gally obviously understood basic physics concepts, because all of the buildings in the Glade are sturdy and standing. Similarly, math is very important to be a Builder, so as Keeper of the Builders, he obviously had an understanding of mathematics. Basically, Gally is smart. Like his namesake.

But the similarities don't end there. When Galileo tried to bring forth his evidence of the Copernician doctrine that the Earth revolves around the sun, he was labeled a heretic by the church and ex-communicated, and placed under house arrest for the rest of his life. Yeah, for stating his opinions, he was forced out of what should have been a safe place, ostracized, and had to die alone. Similar to Gally, don't you think? Sure, he shouldn't have antagonized Thomas without explaining why, but the truth still remains that he had trauma and Thomas was a trigger. He thought he was helping by pointing out Thomas's role in his memories, and then instead of at least listening, his friends of the past three years immediately sided with the boy they'd known for three days, ostracizing him from the only safe place and family he'd ever known. He was also left to die alone by these friends, much like Galileo.

Yeah, as much as I hate to say it, James Dashner knew what he was doing here, and Gally and Galileo both need to find better friends.

#gally #gally tmr #tmr gally #the maze runner #gally the maze runner #analysis #character study #galileo galilei #gally character study #will poulter #will poulter's birthday #happy birthday will poulter

[3abydolll]

Good impressions

Pairing: Daddy!Pedro Pascal x Reader

Summary: Pedro’s baby girl is anxious because his old friend, Oscar Isaac, is coming to visit them for the weekend. She never met him and really wants to make a good impression.

Warnings: Insecure reader (nothing serious) and fluffiness.

Word count: 797.

Author’s note: Thank you @sunnythebunny7 for your lovely request! It was really fun to write! Also, english is not my mother tongue. Any and every corrections of my orthography are welcome.

ૢ་༘࿐_______ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐_______ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐______ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

Pedro found you on the bedroom, changing clothes for literally the eighth time that evening. He thoroughly complimented your last outfit, and was convinced that you had made up your mind, since you’ve stayed in it longer than the others, but you clearly didn’t.

“Mi amor, I thought you liked that skirt and blouse.” He softly commented, not wanting to upset you in your obvious distress about what to wear.

“The skirt was too short, Daddy.” You said, not taking your eyes off of your reflection on the floor to ceiling mirror beside your walk in closet. Scrutinizing the lovely dress you had chosed this time. “I want everything to be perfect.”

And you were not exaggerating. Everything, from the menu to the decoration of the guests bedroom, were personally directed and supervised by you. He was sure that if an professional critic were to evaluate your work, you would get five stars easily. The staff (and he) were following everything you said, not wanting to add to your stress.

If Oscar knew you were doing all of this for little old him, he would melt in fondness.

“You don’t have to worry about this, cariño.” He came behind you and hugged your waist, admiring your reflection. “You will look perfect in anything you wear.”

“That’s not truth.” You pouted. Apparently finding a flaw on the dress.

“Yes, it is.” He insisted, copying your pout, trying to make you smile.

You sighed, leaning on him more.

“I just want him to like me. He is like, one of your best friends, and I feel like I need his approval.”

“Bomboncita, I talk so much about you to him, that he basically already knows you. He knows how kind, passionate and intelligent you are. And he knows how much I love you. So you don’t have to worry. I know he will adore you. There is nothing in you to not adore.”

You kept eye contact with him for a few seconds, bitting your bottom lip in thought, than finally you took a deep breath and nodded, convinced.

“Ok, Daddy, I trust you.” You gave him a nod and an determined smile.

Pedro returned your smile and kissed your lips lovingly.

“Let’s go downstairs, he is almost here.” He took your hand and guided you out of the bedroom.

...

When the doorbell rang, Pedro gave your hand an reassuring squeeze and got up from the couch of the living room, where you two were waiting, and went to answer. Looking back to see you getting up and tidying up microscopic imperfections on yourself.

And there he were. The cause of all the last days commotion.

“Amigo, it’s been so long. I see that the honeymoon fase is doing you good.” Oscar gave Pedro an one arm hug, careful with a golden paper bag that he was carrying.

“Yeah, I’m living my best life. You should try it sometime. All that work is making you go more and more gray.” Pedro teased.

Oscar laughed and pinched Pedro’s side, making him yelp and swat his hand.

“Malo.” Oscar admonished, still laughing. “Were is the lady of the house? I would like some civilized company.”

Pedro rolled his eyes and guided him to you, that was still standing exactly were he left you. Doing your best to conseal your anxiety. And were doing a great job.

“There is mi princesa.” Pedro proudly gestured to you. “Y/N.”

You smiled warmly, walking up to Oscar and offering your hand, wich he took only to make you come closer so he could hug you.

“It’s good to finally meet you. I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to the wedding. I hope you liked my gift?” He putted himself at arms length, eyebrows raised in expectancy.

“Oh, yes! I loved it! And don’t worry. D-Pedro told me how busy you are lately.” You reassured.

“Good, good. Yeah. Well, I brought you another gift. Pedro told me how much you love gifts, and I wanted to bribe my way into your good side. And also thank you for your hospitality.” His comment made all of you laugh and you cooed, while he extended the golden bag for you to take.

“You didn’t have to!” You took the bag and opened it, taking out the content under his, once more, expectant look. Pedro could tell that Oscar was nervous. “Oh, my god, it’s perfect! Thank you!” You hugged Oscar excitedly, giving him a kiss on the cheek, then turned to show Pedro what you got. He approached you to see better, smiling with your evident joy.

“It’s really perfect.” Pedro wrapped his arm around your waist, kissing your temple. Happy to see you finally relax.

In the end he was wright, you had nothing to worry about.

✧*̥˚ Masterlist *̥˚✧

#daddy!pedro pascal x reader #fluffy fluff #daddy x little #oscar isaac imagine #pedro pascal imagine

[altschmerzes]

we can ask for bits from the miracle run? 🌹!!

ABSOLUTELY you can!!! i'm beyond flattered anyone would be interested in it tbh!! i always want to talk about it, it's my like. it's been my absolute baby for many years at this point, i love it dearly and it's like having a fandom you're like, wholly and hysterically dedicated to but it's like, You Alone In Your House. so yes, absolutely, please!!

this is also from the first episode of the miracle run, my original hockey sports fiction project. it is a character introduction! it's also a longer section so it's gonna go under a cut

(character intros has been one of the harder things to do in my original work, being as i write so much fic that it's not a skill i have to practice often in a lot of the writing i spend more time working on! it's an interesting exercise.)

Things haven’t officially started yet. Everybody’s been left to mingle around on the ice without any direction, stretching or chatting with old friends and new teammates. Jesse has been sticking close to the edge of the ice, mainly watching, and his eyes are drawn to one person in particular. There’s one man who seems to be running a drill solo at the far end of the rink, circling the net on a loop. He starts about a third of the way up the ice, launches on a sprint towards the goal, makes a sharp swerve towards the boards behind the net, curves around the back, and rips the puck past where the goalie would be if there had been one, then fishes it out and returns to his starting point to do it all over again.

“Isn’t he dizzy by now?” somebody asks, off to Jesse’s right. When he glances over his shoulder, he sees it’s one of the twins again. He couldn’t begin to guess if it’s the same one he’d locked eyes with earlier or the other. The Grahams are identical-identical, and their names, Michael and Marcus, start with the same letter. There’s not even the helpful first-initial to help tell them apart. Come to think of it, Jesse doesn’t know if both of them are even here today or if it’s just the one. The startlingly tall man next to him, with the letter A indicating alternate captaincy stitched to the front of his jersey and his sheer size identifying him as Phoenixes veteran Jean-Pierre Delacroix, shakes his head and sighs with a small smile on his face. “Who knows," he says. French rounds out and softens his English, though faintly. "He’s gonna keep doing it until he gets it right anyway.”" Jesse looks back at the player running the loop over and over, skate, swerve, wrap, net, repeat. The movements are indistinguishable, each loop as identical as the Graham twins. He couldn’t pick out a flaw if he tried. The drill is perfect. Sprint, swerve, wrap, net, repeat. Sprint, swerve, wrap, net, repeat. Sprint, swerve, wrap, net, repeat.  Stop. Sharp, cold grey eyes lock onto Jesse’s own impressed brown, and the man who’d been running the loop, the number eleven moving with his shoulder as he breathes hard from the exertion, stares at him. Jesse’s mouth feels suddenly dry, his throat sandpaper. Isaac Jensen, the state of Minnesota’s favourite son who every sports reporting outlet on the continent has dubbed the future of the Phoenixes, doesn’t make a move to approach Jesse or introduce himself. Maybe, when the world’s known your name since you were sixteen, two years before you’d shatter your way into the League as first overall draft pick, signed to a team’s main roster before the rookie showcase was even over, introducing yourself is something you don’t really think to do anymore.  Jensen’s expression is unreadable. Hard. Scrutinizing. Jesse feels like he’s under a microscope, a spotlight. He feels like he’s been shoved alone onto a stage with a guitar, and Jensen is the only person in the crowd who knows that he can’t play it. As suddenly as he’d stopped, Jensen breaks eye contact and skates away, and before Jesse can decide how - or if - to react, there’s the sound of a whistle, and Coach Owen Andersen is summoning Section A to centre ice to begin their first day of practice.

#gav gab #gav answers #original: the miracle run #ask box games #kingfisherprince #writing liveblog #i love them is the thing. #this is an introduction i like to call 'antagonist coded'

[adamfinchley]

SEEING LIFE ONLY BEGAN WITH THE CLOTH BUYER FROM DELFT

Isaac Newton was the theoretical mathematician of his day and famously defined gravity. But he graciously said something along the lines of his achievements were only made by standing on the shoulders of great men before him.

There are so many moments throughout history where great discoveries changed so much. Many of these were the results of long hard work by individuals searching for an answer to a particular problem.

But one huge achievement appeals to me because it involved a man, expert in his chosen field, who chose to create some new tool just to help him be better at his first love.

As a talented merchant in quality cloth products, he needed something better than a bit of ground, curved glass to inspect the product better. And so he invented something called a microscope; as you do.

There had been a crudely made one in England some years earlier, coincidently fashioned by a man called Hook. And this Dutchman was also an unrelated Hook, albeit, a Van Leeuwenhoek.

Where the English Hook microscope only magnified to a very small degree, the Dutch one was a sensation. The main difference was that Van Leeuwenhoek understood the importance of grinding and polishing lenses to the very highest degree.

He could now examine the weave of cloth before buying. But the best was yet to come. In his local bar, some old men with the usual filthy unbrushed teeth, so common in the seventeenth century, offered scrapings from their teeth and gums. The idea was to look at it under the microscope.

Imagine seeing 'small animals' as he described wriggling masses of bacteria. And from then on, he couldn't get enough. Having been the first man on Earth to see bacteria, he then saw spermatozoa.

Since those days, microscopy has come a huge way. And the extent of bacteria is so much greater than we could ever imagine. It's still staggering to think about trillions that live in our gut and how essential they are in the digestive process, and so much more.

Decades ago, some of the most important ones in the final process of releasing nutrients from food for our consumption, were identified. They can be grown in laboratory conditions and be taken as a supplement.

Fivelac is one of these supplements containing five different strains. It can be a great help with minor irritations in the gut. In particular, supplements such as this, as well as oxygen boosting equivalents, are all natural probiotics that can only be good for body and soul.

It's not possible to pick up a newspaper or magazine these days without some article about our diet, our gut microbiome and the healthy connection between them. And then there are plenty of people ready to preach advice about the food to eat.

But when all is said and done, the only sound advice is to be sure to get a healthy variety without the ultra-processed supermarket ready made.

[mocacheezy]

Alrighty, before I attempt to watch the next ep. of TFA, I want to say this:

The fact they addressed that Sumdac DOES NOT FEEL SAFE AROUND THE AUTOBOTS and is still jumpy and on edge because of what happened, not to mention the only one (so far from what I've seen in S3) to not fully side on with Sari and help him is Optimus.

He did realize Bulkhead was playing an act with threatening him in the last episode I watched, but the fear before that?

The sheer terror, because of the knowledge that any of these giant robots can turn on him anytime? That if they do there is really nothing he can do about it?

Let's just say I really, really love it when the effects/actions from previous episodes aren't glossed over.

#Sumdac is gonna get a whole post dedicated to his character because FUCK! #That dude went through so much and it's gonna be a treat looking at all the things that happened to him #Because... Damn #moca watches #TFA #transformers #transformers animated #isaac sumdac #Putting a character under a microscope and trying to figure them out has always been my passion #moca talks

[teenwolf-incorrectquotes]

Stiles: Hey, Scott! So this week I need you to do a little investigation in the third quadrant of the Preserve, shouldn't be too hard.

Scott: Yes. Me do.

Stiles:

Stiles: Scott, what did you say about the investigation?

Scott: Me do now. Go. Stop worry.

Isaac: Scott, do you feel okay?

Scott: Me feel good. Body strong. Sleep big last night.

Derek: Yeah, I think we should get him to Deaton's.

Stiles: Alright, buddy, why don't you come with us?

Jackson: No, it's fine! He's always been like that.

Stiles: No, he hasn't.

Jackson: Well, I'll admit, he's gotten worse over the years, but...

Lydia: Look, he's probably making a statement. It's an ironic comment on our expectations of him. A "funhouse image" of our model of Scott McCall.

Scott: You keep think that. Me not stupid. Me think, why waste time say lot word when few word do trick?

-----[later]----

Stiles: Scott, look, I appreciate what you're trying to do. But sometimes words, you no need use... but need-need for talk-talk.

Scott: But save time. More success.

Derek: Doesn't save time at all. We've been here for about an hour.

Scott: No me fault.

Lydia: Scott, at most you're saving a microscopic amount of time.

Scott: Many small time make big time.

Isaac: ... And what are you gonna do with all this time?

Scott: See world.

Jackson: You can't possibly save enough time to see the world.

Stiles: Okay, Scott, are you saying "see the world" or "Sea world?"

Scott: Sea world! Oceans, fish, jump, China.

Derek: No. See, right there, that's the problem with your method, 'cause we still don't know if you're saying "Sea world" or "see the world". And it's taking a lot of time to explain it.

Scott: ... Fine. I'll talk normally.

-----[later]-----

Scott: When me alpha, they see. They see.

#stiles stilinski #scott mccall #isaac lahey #jackson whittemore #derek hale #lydia martin #teen wolf #teen wolf incorrect quotes #incorrect teen wolf quotes #source: the office

[ikemenlibrary]

Mapping The Stars - Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Isaac Newton x MC

Summary: He found stars mapped upon her cheeks because he wanted an excuse to really study her for the first time

Warnings: General spoilers to Isaac’s route

Isaac stood on the balcony, gazing down at the girl who was sitting in the garden. Her face was tilted towards the sky and her eyes were closed, like she was absorbing the sunlight into her personality to unleash on the unsuspecting residents of the mansion. Which, to be fair, was the most likely explanation for the fact that she continued to shower Isaac in kindness even after what he did to her on her first night in the mansion.

Isaac felt bad, he truly did. He never wanted to hurt a soul and yet, he still did just because he lost track of time and didn't keep up with his drinking Blanc for the day. It wasn’t fair; why was he the one who had all these complications as a vampire? Even in his second life, he couldn’t catch a break.

And now, he had this lovely girl pestering him to be friends with her, but all he wanted to do was be left alone so he didn’t hurt anyone. So he didn’t hurt her again.

Isaac stayed away, he told her that they couldn’t be friends because they’d be like hedgehogs - if they got too close they’d poke each other. But yet, nothing deterred her. She still continually brought him his sandwiches and Blanc and pestered him with questions about what he was studying or working on. She tried so hard to get to know Isaac.

As if she could sense his gaze on her from afar she turned in his direction and smiled brightly, waving at him. It was a silent invitation. Come join me. But he didn’t, he never did any time he got caught looking at her. Isaac instead turned and went back inside to bury his nose in a book.

A few days later, she found him outside. Isaac was in the garden with a telescope and his notebook, taking notes of the stars and patterns in the sky. She didn’t say anything when she approached, she just sat down on a blanket she brought out like it was the most natural thing in the world. Isaac turned to her then, to offer that she looks through the telescope and sees the beauty of the stars up close, but his words were caught in his throat.

She was beautiful in the daytime when she sat out under the sun; her hair shined and she looked so at peace. But in the starlight, she was dazzling. There was no sight more beautiful than her starry eyes and luminous smile and Isaac didn’t think there’d ever be anything he wanted to do more than map the constellation of freckles on her cheeks.

“Beautiful,” he whispered out, breaking eye contact. She looked at him curiously and Isaac felt his cheeks flush. “The stars, I mean. Would you like to look?”

She nodded then, and as she took place behind the microscope, Isaac sat and studied her. As they sat together side by side, the starlight blanketed them in their own budding romance.

#isaac newton ikevamp #Ikemen Vampire #ikevamp isaac #ikemen vampire isaac #ikevamp fanfic isaac #ikevamp isaac fanfic #ikemen vampire fanfic #ikemen vampire fan fiction #My writing

[ellewritesathing]

(Un)Requited  -  I.L. III

Summary: Isaac Lahey had gone through many twists and turns in his life, but none of them compared to the whiplash he got when you asked him to tutor you. With a few weeks until the end of the semester and the big dance coming up, he’s hoping to figure out a way to ask you to go with him before it’s too late.

Masterlist Prev. | Part 3

Word-count: 3.1k+

A/N: i really need to work on updating this fic but i’ve finally figured out more or less what to do with this story line so hopefully my updates will be a bit more regular!!

Whenever Isaac thought he was getting better at functioning around you, you always found a way to prove him wrong. 

It had been a week since you developed the Get The Girl game plan, and he’d been spending a lot of time with you ever since. Isaac had left notes and corrections on your algebra homework that made you smile, figured out the kind of jokes that made you laugh, and had gone to your house a few times to study together (and only once had any actual studying been done). Magnus still hated him, but he was slowly but surely winning over Max and the rest of your family. 

You even sat in the stands whenever he had lacrosse practice and committed his schedule to memory - when Isaac knew full-well that you knew nothing about lacrosse. 

Things were looking up. At this rate, Isaac might actually have the courage to ask you out and have the tiniest, most microscopic chance of you saying yes. 

And then the weekend came and you took him to the mall to buy some new clothes and get a haircut. 

It was nothing too serious - Isaac had even said something that made you laugh over lunch - but now he was sitting in the salon chair and you were running your hands through his hair while the two of you waited for the hairdresser. 

Isaac knew it was an absent-minded gesture while you thought of what to do with him, but he couldn’t help the way it made him feel. He was surprised you couldn’t hear how his heart beat out of his chest every time you started combing through a new section, almost as surprised that you hadn’t noticed that he wasn’t paying attention to a word you said. 

“So what do you think?” you asked, dropping your hands on the top of Isaac’s shoulders (sadly). The touch still made him malfunction, but it was easier now that your hands were still and your eyes were focused on his in the mirror.

“I, uh- I think that sounds like a good idea,” Isaac said, trying to look like he’d been listening. He’d meant to, honestly, but it was literally impossible for him to focus around you.

Two social steps forward and about a billion back.

“Really? I thought you’d hate bleaching it,” you said. 

Isaac’s heart nearly exploded. “Bleach?” 

“And a mohawk.” 

“Oh, you’re messing with me for zoning out,” Isaac said. Though he would have been perfectly content to have a bleach blonde mohawk if it made you happy, he pretended to be cooler than he actually was by nodding at your reflection in the mirror. “I see how it is.” 

“It was too good an opportunity to pass up,” you laughed, lifting your hands back to his hair. “What I was thinking is a little shorter on the sides but keeping the top as it is. It would break my heart if we cut off your curls.” 

“Well, we wouldn’t want that,” Isaac said, too softly to be a part of his cool guy routine. Your teasing smile faded into something a bit more genuine. “Sounds good. For real this time.”

Before you had the chance to answer, the hairstylist came over and started occupying your time. As happy as it made Isaac to hear you laughing and talking with them, an ugly pang of jealousy shot through him. 

Derek had explained to Isaac when he turned that sometimes he’d feel emotions that weren’t necessarily his own. Those emotions were why anchors were so important, because otherwise Isaac would drift in a sea of emotions and they’d eventually consume him. At the time, Derek was talking about anger, but Isaac knew this had to be a part of it, too. 

Isaac just wanted you to be happy, he didn’t care who it was with or if it had anything to do with him. 

He spent the better part of the appointment trying to convince himself that he wasn’t a jealous bastard that didn’t deserve the time of day, and by the time his blowdry was done, he was back to his normal semi-functional self. 

You beamed at his hair as he stood up and ruffled it slightly, only to be laughed at by the hairstylist. Isaac couldn’t hear very well over his heart beating so loudly and with his ears recovering from the force of the hairdryer, but he could have sworn the hairstylist said something about you two being a cute couple on your way out. 

Isaac didn’t have time to dwell on the comment, though, because soon enough you were dragging him into stores he’d never been to and picking out things for him to try on. 

It was awkward at first. Isaac had lost the ability to talk to you as well as the ability to make a decision. The result was a clumsy collection of clothing and a very awkward moment before Isaac closed the changing room door with you on the other side. 

After a brief pep talk, Isaac started trying on the clothes. They weren’t bad, they just weren’t what he would normally wear. He hadn’t exactly made it easy to shop for him what with his inability to speak but he still couldn’t help feeling out of place in the stuff you’d picked out. 

When he came out, you were sitting on a bench, leaning your head against the wall and scrolling through something on your phone. You brightened up when you saw him and his heart melted, but he shook his head and placed the clothes on the return counter. 

“You didn’t like any of it?” you asked as you got to your feet. 

Isaac shook his head and sighed. “Nah, it’s not that it’s just … I haven’t really worn anything that wasn’t Camden’s first.” He blinked a few times. Where did that come from? There was no way you wouldn’t realize he was a loser now. 

“Oh,” you said quietly, dropping your gaze to your shoes. “I should have-” You looked back up at Isaac and gave him a smile. “You wanna get out of here?”

“Yeah, I’d go anywhere with you,” Isaac said before he could stop himself. He made a mental note to ask Erica to slap some sense into him when he got home.

Instead of groaning and calling him cheesy, you laughed and looped your arm around his. “Come on. I’ll buy you some ice cream on our way out.” 

The ice cream had sent shivers up your spine so, somewhere between the store and parking lot, Isaac had given you his jacket. You wore it as you drove him home, and Isaac couldn’t help but think how much better it looked on you than it did on him. 

Isaac tried to think of an excuse to not get out of the car once it was parked outside the loft, but he came up empty. He was about to thank you for the ride and the attempted shopping trip when you started talking. 

“It’s Erica, isn’t it?” you asked, staring through the windshield at where Erica was harassing Derek at the entrance to the building. She was having the time of her life and Derek looked ready to drink. 

Isaac let out a laugh. He wondered if she wanted money or if she was just having fun giving Derek a migraine. “Yeah, that’s her.” 

You bit your lip as you stared out the windshield. After a moment, you turned to look at Isaac with a somewhat indecipherable look on your face. “I think she’ll say yes.” 

“Wait, what?” Isaac asked. He had no idea what you thought Erica would say yes to, or how you got there from asking for her name. 

“Yeah, I don’t think you needed to cut your hair or change anything to get her attention,” you said, still not making any sense. “When you ask her to the dance, I think she’ll say yes.” Isaac tried very hard not to frown at you, but it probably wasn’t working because you kept talking before he could say anything. “You’re a really great guy, Isaac. If she doesn’t see that then she’s crazy.” 

“Right,” Isaac said slowly. It was the only thing he could think of to say. He had no idea how to untangle the mess he’d gotten himself into or how to explain to you that he and Erica were the farthest thing from romantic prospects. “Thanks.” 

“Yeah, of course,” you said with a smile. “I’ll see you after practice on Monday?” 

“Yeah, sure. See you.”

Isaac got out of the car, feeling dazed and confused, and waved at you as you disappeared down the street. How had he gone from feeling like he had a shot with you this morning to asking Erica to the dance? 

---

“No way,” Erica said, not looking up from the nail she was painting. 

She’d refused to stop painting them, even though the smell of the open bottle made everyone in the loft feel nauseous. Today, she’d picked out a metallic shade called Black and Blue - no doubt because anyone who got close enough to see the color would be left black and blue. 

Isaac attempted to come closer but stopped when Erica slid the bottle closer to him. “Come on, I never ask you to do anything!” 

“Oh, please. You ask me to do crap for you all the time.”

“Name one other time.” 

“Two hours ago you asked to copy my English homework because, and I quote ‘it’s a Crime and Punishment that I have to read this,’” Erica said. She looked up at him with a sly smile. “And you say you’re not witty.” 

It didn’t take a genius to see that Erica had won that angle of the argument, so Isaac changed tactics. “What if I cover for you next Thursday so you can go to that concert Derek said you’d only go to once he was dead?” 

Erica hummed and looked back down at her nails. She touched up her left ring finger before looking back up at Isaac, knowing that he’d use that time to think up several other options to offer her when she said no. “Is it really that important to you that this girl knows I’d never in a million years date you?” 

“Not how I’d phrase it, but yeah,” Isaac said. He slid into the seat across from Erica and carefully placed the lid over the bottle. 

Erica looked at him for a hard moment and then sighed. “Fine. Then I’ll find a reason to talk to her and tell her you’re not my type.” 

Isaac leaned over the table and kissed her cheek before racing out of the room to ensure he didn’t end up black and blue. “You’re the best, Erica. Have fun at the concert!” 

“Concert?” Derek asked, catching Isaac’s arm as he ran past him. 

“Definitely not,” Isaac said with a grin. He leaned in and kissed Derek’s cheek for good measure. The poor man was so off-guard that Isaac shook out of his grip without using any supernatural influences. 

---

Isaac had come up with a plan. It wasn’t a very good one, but it was the only one he had. He’d go to practice and try to be the best player on the field to impress you, and then when you guys were sitting on the bleachers and he went through his homework, he’d explain this whole scheme to you. Hopefully, the speech he’d prepared would be eloquent and he wouldn’t just throw up words all over you, but that was a risk he had to take. 

The ‘being the best player’ part kind of failed because, aside from all his issues, Isaac was very distracted by a chemo-signal in the air: nervousness. It was everywhere, but particularly near the bench and bleachers. 

He tried to put the first failure aside as he showered and changed into a shirt he thought you’d like. Instead, he went over his speech once more in his head to make sure it sounded halfway decent. 

Hey, so I know this is really weird but I need to come clean: I’ve had a crush on you ever since our brothers first dumped us on each other when we were kids. I’ve never wanted to ask Erica to the dance; I’ve only ever wanted to go with you but I never thought I had a chance with you so I lied. It was stupid, but I can’t change that now and I guess what I’m trying to say is … will you go to the dance with me?

Isaac groaned and hit his head against his locker. The speech was awful, but if he didn’t tell you the truth then he was pretty sure he was going to combust. 

He was still trying to psych himself up to talk to you when he walked back over to the bleachers and heard you laughing. Then he picked the chemo-signal up again. You were nervous. 

And you were talking to Stiles Stilinski. 

That ugly feeling of jealousy shot through him again, and Isaac worked to convince himself he was overreacting as he made his way over. 

“Hey, guys,” Isaac said evenly. He smiled at you and shot Stiles a very deliberate look. “What’s up?”

“Stiles was just telling me this story about one of your away games. Did you really fall off the bleachers right before the match and sprain your ankle?” you asked, mouth pulled up in an amused smile. It wasn’t malicious but it felt different than the one you usually gave him. 

“Uh, yeah. I guess I did,” Isaac said stiffly. “Back in freshman year. Did Stiles tell you about the time he drove his Jeep through the other team’s equipment and forced us to forfeit?” 

You whipped your head around to laugh at Stiles. Again, not maliciously. Just different. This time it was more like you and Stiles had a secret that Isaac didn’t know about. “No way, seriously?”

“Seriously. But in my defense, Scott was distracting me,” Stiles said, not sounding very defensive. He had a surprisingly easy smile on his face that made Isaac want to punch him. “But, uh, speaking of Scott, I should probably get going before he starts asking strangers for rides and becomes a seven o’clock special.” 

You laughed again and gave him a matching easy smile. “Can’t have that, can we?” 

“Definitely not,” Stiles said. His eyes flicked over to Isaac for a second before turning his attention back to you. “So I’ll see you on Friday?”

“Yeah, looking forward to it,” you said. Stiles started heading down the bleachers and you let out a small sigh before gathering up your stuff. He looked at you over his shoulder and you waved at him. 

It was amazing how such small movements made Isaac feel sick to his stomach; a smile here, a laugh there, and now a wave. 

Isaac adjusted his backpack and tried not to look as jealous as he felt. “So what’s on Friday?” 

“Oh, uh-” You pushed a piece of hair behind your ear and shrugged. There was a strange kind of nervousness rolling off you. “Stiles asked if I wanted to go to the dance with him so I suggested we do a trial run before then.” 

“Like a date?” 

“Yeah, like a date,” you said. Your expression was funny; it looked like you were trying to figure something out how Isaac felt about it, but Isaac didn’t know why his feelings would matter. “What do you think of that?” 

Isaac thought that everything made sense now. You’d never been interested in sports, and yet you came to every one of his lacrosse games and had the entire practice schedule memorized. Like an idiot, Isaac had thought all your questions meant you had taken an interest in him. 

Clearly, he wasn’t that far off. You still weren’t interested in lacrosse, you were just interested in Stiles. 

The same Stiles who hated him, made fun of him, and kept him from joining Scott’s pack for the longest time. Everything Isaac did, Stiles found a way to do better - despite being mind-numbingly human.

Stiles had a particular charm that Isaac couldn’t stand but everyone else seemed to love. He was witty, and kind, and some might say he was even good looking. And Isaac thought, most of all, that after going out with a guy like Stiles, there was no way you would ever want to go out with him.

“I think that’s great,” Isaac said with a tight smile. His heart was beating out of his chest and if you were like him, you would have known he was lying. 

But you were human - you didn’t know. 

Still, you frowned. Either Isaac said something wrong or you felt conflicted about something. The frown was only there for a second before you replaced it with a smile only slightly different to the one you usually wore, closer to the nervous one you’d given him when you asked him to tutor you. “You do?” 

“Yeah,” Isaac lied again. If there was one thing his time with you had made Isaac realize, it was that having a place in your life - even a place as a friend with unrequited feelings - was better than no place at all, and he wasn’t going to screw that all up by telling you how he felt. He took a deep breath. “But, uh, do you mind if we talk about this some other time? Derek texted when I was in the locker room and he needs my help with something at the loft.” 

You blinked a few times, trying to piece together the quick change in pace. “Oh, uh, do you want me to drive you?” 

Your pained expression almost made Isaac spill his guts right there. He couldn’t risk spending any more time with you. “No, he’s coming to pick me up.” 

“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow?” you asked, eyebrows knitting together as you looked at him, despite the smile on your face. 

“Yeah, sure. Not like those problems are going to solve themselves, right?” Isaac asked. He did his best to give you a reassuring smile. 

Your smile faltered for a second, but then it was back on your face and covering up any other thoughts. “Right.” 

Isaac left pretty quickly after that, with one thought clear in his mind: Out of everyone in the entire school to go out with, why did you have to pick Stiles Fucking Stilinski?

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[Commission] Blooming Love

Pairing: Isaac x Botanist!MC

Word Count: 2441

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Isaac’s POV

The vast array of books in Le Comte’s library have always been a treasure trove of knowledge for the mansion’s residents. A thick pile of books lay on my table, and while I do normally prefer to take my reading materials into the solitude of my room, recently I seem to have developed a strange preference towards this place– not that it was any much different from my own room considering that it was actually quiet most of the time, since the other residents rarely frequent this place.

I flipped through the pages of a foreign academic journal, and though I may not be so fluent with the language it had been written in, mathematics is a universal language, so the language barrier had never been that much of a hindrance for me when it comes to my research.

What bothers me though, is that try as I might, I couldn’t seem to concentrate. Looking out at the window for what seemed to be the hundredth time since I had settled on this desk that just so happened to have the perfect view on one of the mansion's outdoor gardens, I could only heave a sigh of resignation as the curious woman outside commanded my undivided attention.

That carefree smile on her face told me that she was once again lost in her own little world. She sketched the now budding flowers I believe she had grown herself with unrivaled enthusiasm, and it reminded me of that fateful encounter a few weeks ago.

Thinking back on it, that's probably when it all began.

<<Flashback>>

I had just finished returning the books I had borrowed from the library and was on my way out, when my eyes caught sight of a book laying on one of the desks. I decided to pick it up for closer inspection.

Prodromus Systematis Naturalis Regni Vegetabilis, Vol. 12.

I quirked a brow in mild intrigue. I do not recall having a botanist amongst the residents. Or perhaps it was Leonardo? His involvement and contributions in a lot of disciplines was what made him the Renaissance Man, it wouldn’t be surprising if botany was one of those disciplines.

In any case, I might as well return this to its proper shelf. I made my way towards the natural sciences section of the library… and that was when I saw her again.

It was the woman from the future who had somehow ended up wandering into this time. The last time I saw her was at the banquet, on the same night she had arrived from that door. Right now, she appears to be too occupied with trying to reach for a book on the upper shelves, that she had failed to notice my presence.

Wordlessly, I took the book she had been reaching for and offered it to her. 

"Oh, thank you!" Her voice was mellow and pleasant to the ears.

"It's nothing."

"Sir Isaac, isn't it?" She tilted her head a little on the side as she verified my identity. On the other hand, I was rather surprised that she had even remembered my name.

"Yes," I affirmed, "...but you can just call me Isaac."

I spared her a furtive glance, but she wasn't looking at me. Rather, the book I had picked up from the desk a while ago seemed to have caught her attention.

"You're interested in botany too?" 

For some unfathomable reason, the way her eyes lit up as she asked me that question rendered me at loss for words. It was such a simple question, and yet… the notion of disappointing her by revealing that I just happened to pick up the book just didn’t sit very well with me.

It’s almost as though I wanted her to keep on looking at me like that.

She seemed to have deduced the truth from my silence either way, and the next thing I know, she was apologizing to me, head hung low in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, that was quite presumptuous of me…”

“N-No, no it’s not…!” And without giving any much thought to my next words, I added, “It’s not my expertise, but I’m always open to new knowledge. That’s why… I would really appreciate it if you could tell me all about it.”

By the time my rationality had caught up with my senses, she was already beaming up at me, that warm light back in her eyes.

“Do you mean it?”

“Of course I mean it,” and no sooner than those words had left my lips, she had practically dragged me off by my hand on the nearest desk, the spring in her step perhaps an indication of her excitement… and as she began what would eventually turn out to be a lengthy lecture on the basic principles of botany, waves of nostalgia washed over me, and I began to understand my previous reactions and what compelled me to act the way I did.

She reminded me of my younger years; I know exactly what it feels like to be enraptured by the beauty of the natural world, hence why I ended up spending– and continue to spend my taste of eternity in pursuit of my goal of unraveling its truths. That’s why I am also familiar with the dejection that naturally accompanies the harrowing realization that I didn’t have anyone I can share the exquisite, unique brand of fulfillment one derives from pursuing their respective passions. 

Perhaps I’m just overthinking it– maybe she feels things differently from how I felt back then– anyway I’d really rather not dwell trying to decode things as unpredictable as human emotions, but one thing I’m sure of was that I didn’t want to take my chances and accidentally make her feel that way... and that was when I knew I just couldn’t leave her alone.

She talked about a lot of things, and it left me feeling rather delighted how advances in physics over the next century lead to the development of more complex microscopes, which in turn revolutionized the study of a lot of biological fields, botany included.

“...So naturally, a lot of things changed after the scientific community finally got their hands on the technology that enabled them to study the molecular organization of life forms with higher accuracy. In the modern day, though the strict use of epithets in botany is regulated by international codes, it is highly considered impractical and outdated,” she went on as she made neat annotations on the book I had gotten for her a while ago.

“And that’s what all those corrections are for?”

“Exactly. There has been a consensus in the scientific community that actual evolutionary processes and genetic relationships should be reflected in the plant classification system for it to be both functional and truly objective. However, the technological means to actualize that goal only came to be in the more recent decades of my time, with a ground-breaking classification of angiosperms consolidating molecular phylogenetics, which is one of the best available methods in the present.”

For the first time in my life, I must admit that this conversation finally gave me the slightest hints with regards to how my students must have felt back then. I couldn’t make sense of some of the botanical jargon she casually threw around in her mini-lecture, but at the same time I really didn’t want to interrupt and ask her since she really looked like she was enjoying herself.

Well, as long as she could have someone who would lend her an ear… then that should be enough, right?

<<End of Flashback>>

Little did I know back then that what would start out as a sense of liability to be a listening ear to her would gradually turn into something more, and on this particular day, I’m about to be enlightened as to what that ‘something more’ encompassed.

I know for a fact that she uses those sketches to keep track of the plants’ growth, and after making her rounds through the garden checking everything she had planted, she would usually head to the veranda where she would summarize that day’s records. 

But not this time.

Right after her routine inspection, she skipped off to the main gate. I rose from my seat to get a better view of where she’s headed, and much to my dismay… she headed straight into the direction of the forest. I understand that she’s simply practicing her profession, and frankly I feel like if I say anything about it then I would just be getting in her way but… sometimes, I just wished that she’d look out for herself more by not abandoning her sense of self-preservation at the drop of a hat. Seeing that she’s clearly beyond that point in this situation, my legs began to move on its own, and in no time I was dashing out of the mansion, determined to catch up so as to not lose sight of her.

I tried to follow her as discreetly as I could, but I couldn’t hold back the small curses that erupted from my lips as she went deeper into the forest and the increasingly thicker undergrowth threatened to trip me every now and then. Gods, just how much further is she planning to venture in? Years of experience may have honed her skills to navigate through this infernal, uneven terrain, but I don’t like the idea of her fending for herself alone should the unseen dangers of this forest decide to capitalize on her little quest for more plants to study.

After what felt to me like hours of battling my way through the forest undergrowth, a small clearing in the forest came into sight; it was adorned with flowers of all sizes and colors. She sat just right in the middle of it, and for a few minutes that's what all she did; she just sat there and took in her surroundings, breathing in its pleasant, floral scent, with a smile that I could only assume to be a proportionate mixture of delight and contentment accentuating her beau– no wait, what am I thinking?

Shaking off the strange thoughts coming into my mind, I concealed myself behind a tree trunk so as to not be a distraction to her. After a while, she took out her notebook and began jotting down notes and sketching the abundance of flowers in the area, when one particular flower seemed to have caught her eye.

I may be one to talk though– seeing as I myself didn't realize that my own eyes have been way too caught with keeping watch on her that I neglected awareness over my own surroundings. I failed to hold back a shriek of alarm as I felt something, perhaps a forest bug, crawl over my leg… so long story short, I had blown my cover and now her full attention is on me.

"Isaac?" Her voice was laced with concern as she hastily made her way over to my side, "What are you doing here? Are you alright?"

"I-I'm fine, a bug just crawled over my leg…" I couldn't meet her worried gaze in sheer embarrassment. Then, without any warning, she pulled me up from my hiding spot and led me by the hand into the clearing as though it was the most natural thing in the world, and I, utterly dumbfounded by the gesture, could only follow her lead.

"Thank you for always looking out for me, Isaac. But you should really look out for yourself too, you know?"

...I can't believe I'm actually the one getting told off for not looking after oneself. Besides, how did she even come to that conclusion? But then again from what I have seen of her, she can be quite intuitive, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised she was able to figure it all out on her own.

In an attempt to save face, I initiated a new topic.

"So, did you find something new?"

The excitement she radiated over my question was akin to a flower bursting into full bloom, and once again, I find myself at the mercy of her delicate charms. She pointed to a tiny patch of flowers that are light violet in color.

"Viola cryana, a flowering plant species that was already extinct in my time. I wasn't even expecting to come across one of them here since they're supposed to be endemic in the region of Yonne," she explained.

"Then if you found them here when they're supposed to be endemic in that region, doesn't that open up the possibility that it wasn't extinct after all?"

"Exactly! Even so, I plan on taking measures to ensure that it doesn't really go extinct," her voice reflected her determination towards her newfound goal. “A lot of people don’t realize just how important plants are. Even in the future, a lot of ingredients used in the medicine that treat various diseases are synthesized from naturally occurring compounds commonly found in plants, and who knows what disease this plant may have the cure for in the future? Also, it has been proven that...”

She had me utterly enthralled by her passionate address, that once again, I had lost sense of my surroundings, only this time, it wasn’t any forest bug crawling up my leg that had brought me back to reality. Rather, it was the faint, but definitely warm brush of her breath against my lips as she suddenly looked up at me, and that ardent passion in her eyes almost threatened to draw me in closer, closer, and closer– until both of us abruptly turned away as our senses came rushing back to us.

For a few moments, only the sounds of nature filled the air. She had been one to break the awkward silence between us.

“I-I’m sorry, I got a little c-carried away...” 

I dared to steal one glance on her, and at the very least, I found it rather comforting to know that I’m not the only one whose cheeks were burning up, even though this warm, fuzzy feeling that accompanied this experience is still completely foreign to me.

“No, it’s m-my fault. I got t-too close…” I stood up from where I was seated next to her. “Regardless, I think it’s getting late. We should be heading back now…”

Our trip back to the mansion went without incident. However, little did I know that on that fateful day, in the second instance I have lost sense of my surroundings, I may not have had a forest bug crawl over my leg, but it may have been the moment the love bug has bitten me.

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Quotes Accrued in a Decade

“…as you well know, the source of the Nile remained invisible to those who lived next to it for a thousand years. Identifying it required a stranger. (A fresh pair of eyes may see what others miss)” –Sherlock Holmes (From The Perils of Sherlock Holmes: Short Stories)

“A couple of years before he died, I kissed my father goodbye. He said, ‘Son, you haven’t kissed me since you were a little boy.’ It went straight to my heart, and I kissed him whenever I saw him after that, and my sons and I always kiss whenever we meet.” –Terry Wogan

“A wise man makes his own decisions, an ignorant man follows the public opinion.” –Chinese Proverb

“All great truths begin as blasphemies.” –George Bernard Shaw

“An army of donkeys led by a lion is better than an army of lions led by a donkey.” –Genghis Khan

"An error does not become truth by reason of multiplied propagation, nor does truth become error because nobody sees it." –Mahatma Gandhi

“Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable.” –Cesar A. Cruz

“As we let our light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.” –Marianna Williamson

“Ask not what your country can do for you –ask what you can do for your country.” –John Kennedy

“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply give you courage.” –Lao Tzu

“Better the devil you know than the devil you don't know.” –English Proverb

“Beware of false knowledge; it is more dangerous than ignorance.” –George Bernard Shaw

“By three methods we may learn wisdom: First, by reflection, which is noblest; Second, by imitation, which is easiest; and third by experience, which is the bitterest.” –Confucius

“Can you really have a bad experiment? I don’t know. But can you have a bad result? Yes.” — EvanAndKatelyn (From Can Resin Preserve a Pumpkin Carving?)

“canon is but the sandbox in which i strike lightning to form glass. trouble me no more with your quibblings and quorums, lest i grind you to dust beneath my heel and build stories from the remnants of your bones. Avast, foul fiend” —taako waititi (From Tumblr)

“Civil war? What does that mean? Is there any foreign war? Isn't every war fought between men, between brothers?” —Victor Hugo

“Cucullus non facit monachum (A cowl does not make a monk).” – Fool/Feste (From Twelfth Night)

“Demons run when a good man goes to war…” –River Song (From Doctor Who)

“Due to high cost of ammo, there will be NO WARNING SHOTS FIRED.” –Warning sign

“Every couple needs to argue now and then. Just to prove that the relationship is strong enough to survive. Long-term relationships, the ones that matter, are all about weathering the peaks and the valleys.” –Nicholas Sparks (From Safe Haven)

“Everyone gives the title of barbarism to everything that is not in use in his own country.” –Michel de Montaigne (From Of Cannibals)

“Families are the compass that guide us. They are the inspiration to reach great heights, and our comfort when we occasionally falter.” –Brad Henry

“Fiction reveals truth that reality obscures.” –Ralph Waldo Emerson

“Fools take a knife and stab people in the back. The wise take a knife, cut the cord, and set themselves free from the fools.” –Unknown

“Forget injuries, never forget kindnesses.” –Chinese Proverb

“Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration.” –Thomas Edison

“Herr, wirf Hern vom Himmel -oder Steine, Hauptsache er trifft (Lord, throw some brains from the heavens -or stones, as long as he hits the mark)!” –German Proverb

“History is for human self-knowledge...the only clue to what man can do is what man has done. The value of history, then, is that it teaches us what man has done and thus what man is.” —R.G. Collingwood

“Humor is emotional chaos remembered in tranquility.” –James Thurber

“I can pretend I’m a fish, but I shouldn’t try to breathe underwater.” –Unknown

“I have the patience of a saint. Saint Cunty McFuckOff.” –Words on a cup

“I have not failed. I’ve just found 1,000 ways that won’t work.” –Thomas Edison

“I made some good deals and I made some bad ones. I really went in the hole with this one.” –Quote on a grave

“I occasionally think, how quickly our differences worldwide would vanish if we were facing an alien threat from outside this world. And yet, I ask is not an alien force ALREADY among us?” –Ronald Reagan

“If I have seen further than others, it is by standing on the shoulders of giants.” –Isaac Newton

“If our impulses were confined to hunger, thirst, and desire, we might nearly be free; but now we are moved by every wind that blows, and a chance word or scene that that word may convey to us.” –Victor Frankenstein (From Frankenstein)

“If the world tells me I’m mad, whereas I know I’m not, which of us is right? Thus, being mad is what? Inventing a life one hasn’t lived or loving a woman met in another lifetime? Is it clinging to unsatisfied desires?..” Doriel (From A Mad Desire to Dance)

“If you’re afraid - don’t do it, - if you’re doing it - don’t be afraid!” –Genghis Khan

“If you’re going to be a writer, the first essential is just to write. Do not wait for an idea. Start writing something and the ideas will come. You have to turn the faucet on before the water starts to flow.” —Louis L’Amour

"If you're not asking the questions in a thoughtful way, you're not going to get any results that are useful or interesting." –Tony Wagner

“If your actions inspire others to dream more, learn more, do more, and become more, you are a leader.” –John Quincy Adams

“I'm the one that's got to die when it's time for me to die, so let me live my life the way I want to.” –Jimi Hendrix (From Axis: Bold as Love)

"Imagine a world in which every single person on the planet has free access to the sum of all human knowledge." –Jimmy Wales (Founder of Wikipedia)

"In caucus terrae, luscus rex est (In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king)." –Latin Adage

“In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.” –Abraham Lincoln

“In time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act.” –George Orwell

“It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.” –André Gide (From Autumn Leaves)

"It's not that I'm so smart. But I stay with the questions much longer." –Albert Einstein

“It’s true. I forget important things sometimes… Sometimes I do think I should give up-- just let the crown win and the world freeze, with me in it. Some days I can’t remember a single reason to keep fighting. Some… Some days I-- I can’t remember her. But giving up’s EASY. You know what’s hard? To BELIEVE in your own worth, to KNOW you’ve got something special in you even if nobody else can see it. Even when YOU can’t.” –Ice King |Simon Petrikov from Adventure Time

“Learn yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow.” –Albert Einstein

“Learning to trust is one of life’s most difficult tasks.” –Isaac Watts

“Life is a dream for the wise, a game for the fool, a comedy for the rich, a tragedy for the poor.” –Sholom Aleichem

“Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses.” –Ann Landers

“Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.” –James Baldwin

“Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.” —“The Wonder Years”

“My family is my strength and my weakness.” –Aishwarya rai Bachchan

“Names are the sweetest and the most important sounds in any language.” –Dale Carnegie

“No man chooses evil because it is evil; he only mistakes it for happiness, the good he seeks.” –Mary Wollstonecraft

"No mortal can keep a secret. If his lips are silent, he chatters with his fingertips." –Sigmund Freud

“No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.” –Lin Yutang

“NO TRESPASSING. Violators will be shot; Survivors will be shot again.” –Warning Sign

“Nobody knows you as well as our spouse. And that means no one will be quicker to recognize a change when you deliberately start sacrificing your wants and wishes to make sure his or her needs are met.” –Stephen Kendrick from The Love Dare

“Notice: Anyone found here at night will be found here in the morning.” –Warning Sign

“"One thing nature is very good at is creating incredibly complex microscopic structures. That's because nature's machines are the size of molecules, while our crude versions are the size of rooms." –Theodore Gray (from Molecules: The Elements and Architecture of Everything)

“Only the sufferers know how their bellies ache.“ –Burmese

“People never lie so much as after a hunt, during a war, or before an election.” –Otto von Bismarck

“People think intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth. When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them bare and their response is ‘You’re safe with me’ - that’s intimacy.” –Taylor Jenkins Reid (From The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo)

“Play taps for my ass, cause it’s dead as hell.” –Unknown Quote

“Six of one, half a dozen of the other. (It doesn't matter which one we choose; Equally involved, equally responsible)”

“Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.” –Markus Zusak (From I Am the Messenger)

“Speak softly and carry a big stick; you will go far.” –Theodore Roosevelt

“Start where you are. Use what you have. Do what you can” –Arthur Ashe

“Take nothing but pictures; Leave nothing but footprints; Kill nothing but time.” –Caver’s Creed

“Take with a pinch of salt (Don’t completely believe what’s told).”

“The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other’s life.” –Richard Bach

“The end of one thing is only the beginning of another.” –Unknown

“The family is a haven in a heartless world.” –Attributed to Christopher Lasch

“The helper seeks to help others because he knows what it is to be helpless.” –’ Zen’ Wander (From Wander Over Yonder)

"The million-dollar question: Why aren't we kinder? The second million-dollar question: How might we become more loving, more open, less selfish, more present, less

delusional?" –George Sanders

“The need for a body of common knowledge and common reference ...grows more necessary so that people of different origins and occupation may quickly find common ground and, as we say, speak a common language...it also ensures a kind of mutual confidence and good will. One is not addressing an alien, blank as a stone wall, but a responsive creature whose mind is filled with the same images, memories, and vocabulary as oneself.” —Jacques Barzun

“The ones that stay with you through everything - they're your true best friends. Don't let go of them.” –Marilyn Monroe

“The only thing we have to fear is fear itself!” –Roosevelt

“The only time you should look in your neighbor's bowl is to make sure you have enough.” –Louie CK

“The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.” –Albert Camus

“The sacrifice which causes sorrow to the doer of the sacrifice is no sacrifice. Real sacrifice lightens the mind of the doer and gives him a sense of peace and joy. The Buddha gave up the pleasures of life because they had become painful to him.” –Mahatma Gandhi

“The secret of a good memory is attention, and attention to a subject depends upon our interest in it. We rarely forget that which has made a deep impression on our minds.” —Tryon Edwards

“The secret to humor is surprise.” –Aristotle

“The surplus wealth of the few will become, in the best sense, the property of many, because administered for the common good.” –Andrew Carnegie

“The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him.” –G.K. Chesterson

"The word 'why' not only taught me to ask, but also to think. And thinking has never hurt anyone. On the contrary, it does us all a world of good." –Anne Frank

“The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong in the broken places.” –Ernest Hemingway From A Farewell To Arms

“There is no satisfaction in vengeance unless the offender has time to realize who it is that strikes him, and why retribution had come upon him.” –Jefferson Hope From Sherlock’s Adventures

“There will be something you hate in every job. The trick is finding a job where you love the good parts enough to make up for the crappy parts.” –post

“There’s a name for you ladies, but it isn’t used in high society… outside of a kennel.” –Crystal (From The Women of 1939)

“Though we tremble before uncertain futures… may we dance in the face of our fears.” –Gloria Anzaldua

“To forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time.” –Elie Wiesel (From Night)

“Un sot trouve toujours un plus sot qui l’admire (A fool always finds a fool to admire him).” – Sherlock Holmes (French translation)

“We’re taught Lord Acton’s axiom: all power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely[...] I believed that when we started these books, but I don’t believe it’s always true anymore. [...] What I believe is always true about power is that power always reveals. When you have enough power to do what you always wanted to do, then you see what the guy always wanted to do.” –Robert A. Caro

“We call that person who has lost his father, an orphan; and a widower that man who has lost his wife. But that man who has known the immense unhappiness of losing a friend, by what name do we call him? Here every language is silent and holds its peace in impotence.” –Joseph Roux

“What we have done to ourselves alone, dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal.” –Brother Albert Pike

“When everything seems to be going against you, remember that the airplane takes off against the wind, not with it.” –Henry Ford

“When you wish upon a star, you’re a few million light years late. That star is dead. Just like your dreams.” –Unknown

“When you’re a brat, running fast is enough to make you popular. When you’re a middle-schooler, the guys who can fight will be popular, and after that it’s the guys with brains who can get the girls.” –Master of Protagonist (From The Fruit of Grisaia)

“Where we love is home –home where our feet may leave, but not our hearts.” –Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.

“Wise men speak because they have something to say; Fools because they have to say something.” –Plato

“You are the company you keep.” –Unknown

“You must be imaginative, strong-hearted. You must try things that may not work, and you must not let anyone define your limits because of where you come from. Your only limit is your soul" –Chef Gusteau (From Ratatouille)

“You walk around a drunk, you get a tired drunk. Splash ‘em with water, you get a wet drunk. Give ‘em a coffee, you’ve got a wide-awake drunk…” –Unknown

#quotes #sayings #everything associated honestly #some I need to review

[unwiltingblossom]

Code: Realize Route Review - Van Helsing

Round two of the Code: Realize routes/character reviews. This uses information from the main game + extra scenes in the main game. I have the first sequel fandisc, but I haven’t played it yet, so that content isn’t included.

Abraham Van Helsing

I have determined Van Helsing is the correct/expected second route. Similar to Impey, his route doesn’t spoil anything, but it does hint at Germain’s route and sets up Victor’s. (Victor’s route will spoil Van’s)

Van Helsing got the immediate VA boost, which was good, because his introduction was the first jarring experience of making a choice that meant nothing. “Come Out/Stay Hidden” has no difference except a couple paragraphs of dialog and which people get affection points. That’s to be expected in a free mobile game, but for a game with a $50 price tag (even considering the bundled fandisc) it’s pretty unforgivable. The lack of animation and repeat backgrounds/misc CGs also show through in this route whether it’s your second as is likely to be expected or especially if it’s third like mine was.

Not to go on a tangent, but the fact that the boys don’t even get unique bedrooms despite each of them getting at least one scene in their bedroom is a travesty.

Anyway, back on topic. Van is a fun little tsundere route, but the trouble with his route is that you spend most of it waiting for a payoff that barely happens, due to the plot they decided to go with. Transferring tsundere into manpain makes for a rough route when it’s the same length as everyone else’s.

It’s interesting that this route departs from the others where it has multiple villains that Van has to go through before the final villain, instead of just sending endless waves of Twilight mooks and giving one big boss at the end. Unfortunately, if you’re a fool like myself and first played Victor and Impey before him, you’ll be disappointed that Cardia isn’t really ‘shaped’ by Helsing. Despite the focus on self defense and martial arts - which will come in handy in other routes - Cardia’s role is pretty similar here as in Impey’s, minus engineering stuff: stand back, let Van Helsing be awesome, worry about him.

I found his bad endings easier to avoid in general, except against Jack the Ripper. Mostly because the choices were again pretty weird. You can kind of guess ‘don’t resist’ is the correct choice from his lessons about when to surrender (if you forget that it’s literally Jack the Ripper, and you don’t let Jack get near you with knives) - but good luck if you’ve done Germain’s route before this, because like with Impey and Victor’s routes, the same dilemma has the opposite answer in Germain and Van’s route. The second bad end Jack can give you (because what’s more fun than one bad end instantly after you start a route? Two!) is just some serious BS, though, I’m calling it right now. “Do you stay and try to get the door open or abandon it and look for another route” is absolutely a ‘damned if you do or don’t’ dilemma, because either route can and will result in death in a horror movie...but when you stack on that the narrative says “This is a dead end with only one door that has faint light behind it” before giving you the option to decide whether you should keep struggling with the door while Jack closes in or abandon it and look elsewhere is just unfair. (Spoiler: it wasn’t a dead end, she could have kept running and does so)

On the bright side, the story does eventually let Cardia be more violent in Van’s route compared to others, as the climax of the story has her grab a man’s throat with her bare hands specifically intent on murdering the heck out of him if necessary. But man is there a lot of ‘just stay out of Van’s way’ up until then.

The route’s really slim on romance, but it has lots of angst and feels in its place, and it’s the route Delly gets to be more than just ‘that kid who pops his head up and sasses sometimes before he goes back to house-sitting or something’. Even in Lupin’s route, Delly barely gets to do anything onscreen. Since Delly is glued to Van’s side, he basically fulfills a role somewhere between little brother and son to Cardia through the route and it’s pretty cute. Even in the ‘normal’ ending, Delly is the one who’s there.

The only iffy moment isn’t much of one, because it’s a pretty weak trap. You’re supposed to stay and help Delly in one scene - failing to do so will just get Van injured - while in another, staying and helping him will get you a bad end. That said, it’s not so bad, because the former doesn’t give you a bad end and in the latter case you should know the flow of things well enough to know you should chase after Van. (Weirdly, in Code: Realize, it’s basically never that a bad end results in a boyfriend dying, even when it would makes sense)

Speaking of bad ends, Victor’s normal end isn’t a sucker punch choice designed to mess with you, as Impey’s feels like...but man is his lazy. His isn’t the only route that does it, sadly, but nothing feels quite so much like they wrote the True Route first and went ‘what if we just MESS WITH them for the Normal End’ as Van’s. It’s tedious because you have to track through a bunch of identical stuff for a microscopic amount of change pre-epilogue, whether you started with Normal or True End (but especially if you start with True End, the only reason you’d bother with Normal End is to see epilogue Delly. Maybe two lines of writing is even any different at the Normal End cut off point, compared to just playing through True End and seeing ‘the rest of the scene’)

Overall, Van Helsing’s route is extremely thorough in exploring both Van and Delly, because it’s extremely plot relevant to know basically everything there is to know about Van Helsing in it. It’s really great for getting the player to fall for Van. It’s very weak on romancing Van Helsing, though, because when you get into a tsundere route your expectation is that you’re gonna break through to the dere, but that really doesn’t happen. You wanna see Van Helsing’s dere? You can see it from Isaac’s lab all the way up until Azoth appears. Most of that time Cardia isn’t with Van...and in Germain and Lupin’s route it’s confirmed Van behaves pretty similarly when Cardia goes ‘missing’ in those, so unless the game is implying everyone falls for her no matter what (which sometimes I think it is), it’s not that helpful.

Van’s love of Cardia isn’t secret to the player - Azoth immediately calls him out about it, which is what makes him push Cardia away for her safety, when Cardia almost dies to save Van they have a sweet moment, the final choice in the route has his anguished declaration of ‘you’re important to me’ in the rain, and the climax of the route has Azoth using Van’s unspoken love for Cardia against him, resulting in Van attempting to kill himself to protect Cardia. Unfortunately...that’s all you get until True End, extra scenes, and sequel fandisc stuff.

My main criticisms of the route are these:

1 - Cardia’s training under Van Helsing doesn’t come into play, and she’s instead expected to stand back and let her boyfriend be awesome like with Impey’s route, but she doesn’t get to be an engineer on this one, so it’s all her running from danger or through it to get to Van. Arguably, the scene where Cardia has to sneak through a fortress full of Twilight soldiers to help spring Impey from his cage in Impey’s route would have fit better in this route (with Van captive) than his - and to support that, you have to use one of Van’s lessons to succeed in that! To know the answer for one of Van’s bad end choices, you need an answer Lupin provides, which is impossible to have on first run.

2 - Van’s route is very slim on actually romancing him. If Impey’s route has him CONSTANTLY confessing and having Cardia refuse to accept she’s in love with him because it’s embarrassing, Van’s is the opposite where he refuses to accept he’s in love with her but Cardia is incredibly determined.

3 - The Normal End, although so easy to avoid you pretty much have to get it on purpose, is nonsensical in its cause-effect relation to the choice you actually make to trigger it (unless it’s really triggered by overall affection points, like Lupin’s is) and is extremely lazy, just cutting off the True End at a point that would make the story end sadly instead of happily

4 - Just screw everything to do with Jack the Ripper’s section except the moment when Van Helsing finally manages to rescue her and looks cute. It was an awful section, Jack’s design is ugly, and it overall makes no sense. Sholmes doesn’t solve an easily solvable criminal case we later learn he’s tracking extremely closely, Azoth wants a crazy woman killer to capture and keep a woman without killing her, Jack goes from ‘I won’t kill you’ to ‘Nevermind killing time’ without any real reason to it, and the choices you’re given seem designed specifically to bait you into getting the bad end first. ALSO - we later learn that Azoth expected Van to kill Jack and this would have hurt his psyche for some reason, when killing a serial killer in the midst of actively murdering women doesn’t really seem like something that would at all harm a soldier’s psyche. And he set up a bomb in the room with his recording anyway.

5- NOT EVEN ONE ‘FAKE’ KISS. NO KISSING. NO TOUCHING. Because Cardia neither removes her poison, nor has it weakened temporarily in his route, no one gets to touch her. Because Van pretends he isn’t in love with her the whole time, he never even does the Lupin hat kiss thing. No kisses. No touches.

Overall the route is good, though. Its big twist is 100% ruined if you play Victor’s route first, because nothing Van can say will change the fact that Aleister causes two bad ends all on his own in that route, but it’s still a fun route to play through and the lack of Van Helsing fluff can be fixed in the fandiscs. By the epilogue and the extra scenes, Van is full dere in his slightly sarcastic and prickly way, it’s just a shame we couldn’t get more of that.

#code: realize #code realize #abraham van helsing #otome game #code realize review #spoilers #ooc

[antiaircraftcrayon]

Ten Bands - p.5

Prompt by @writing-prompt-s

Prompt:  You know the secret identity of every hero and villain, How? They show you, as you’re a shapeshifter employed to impersonate them so both identities can be seen at the same place, same time. However none know your true identity.

Story: Your spine popped as it elongated, each piece getting longer by microscopic amounts. You slowly felt your clients spinal column through their skin as you moved your hands up their back. Each bump, each protrusion mimicked in your own. Only minutes before, you were 5′ 8″. With your spine elongated, you now stood 6′ 4″. Your shoulders were wider than normal allowing for your chest to increase in muscle mass. Your hair now black, you facial features completely different than what they were yesterday.

Several hours later, you watched with the rest of the staff from the news office as a man wearing red and blue flew by your office to save the day. You held all the appropriate reactions; fear, surprise, excitement, praise. You matched everyone perfectly, answered the questions with the correct responses, and more importantly, provided the necessary decoy to keep your client’s secret identity safe.

Later that day, you dawned your post-job face. A non-descript woman of average build. Your brown hair blended in with the majority of the other woman on the bustling side walk. You were just another face in the crowd.

You noticed him first standing idly by a a bus stop. You approached and gave the code word. You both made polite conversation, hugged, and you left with a shopping bag that you didn’t start with. By time, you made it around the corner, you had already changed your features slightly to resemble someone else. Just enough to be a different person, not enough to warrant attention. You flipped your sweater inside out, placed the contents of the bag inside your jacket pocket, discarded the bag, and once again were a completely different person.

You already had your next location picked out. Your old apartment was already abandoned, clothes and possessions donated. You never sold anything but lived from job to job. The only item you ever kept was your laptop. Completely secure and even if someone tried to track it, everyone remembers what you had done three years ago. Anyone who contracted your services knew the risks behind your services. Knew you could be trusted to keep them secret until they gave you a reason to reveal it. It only took one time to sabotage their job, their family, their life, before you credibility was confirmed throughout your clientele: you were not to be screwed with. 

That didn’t stop you from taking precautions. After every job you would take a new face, a new apartment, a new life. You paid only in cash. A standard appearance job cost $50,000. Anything complex drove the price up. You dealt only in cash, never credit or traceable accounts. One time you tried to keep everything secure in the system. An audit later brought a new identity and over $400,000 left behind.

It was a lonely way to live. Nobody knew you. You didn’t have friends; couldn’t have friends. Not with your identity changing everyday. Not with the security measures you had to take. You had temporary meet ups. Your sex life wasn’t lacking but you didn’t have romance. It was a tough way to live. 

That’s the story you always told your clients anyway. But much like your clients, you kept a secret as well. You always allowed some time to make sure you weren’t being tracked but now you believed it to be safe. It took a couple weeks but you finished your usual post-job business venture and set out. You abandoned your apartment once again with only the clothes on your back, your laptop, and the remaining cash from your job.

It took you a few trains and several Uber rides until you arrived in a small city in the Midwest. You took the local tram to the university where you accessed your bike locker. You geared up, laptop and cash secure in your backpack and rode the 20 miles out of town to a large ranch-style farmhouse surrounded by woods. 

Home. Your wife sat on the front porch with your baby boy in her arms. She watched you bike up to the house and remove your helmet. Fake features were now gone, you kissed your wife with your own lips. You looked at her through your own eyes. She ran her fingers through your hair.

She knew what you did, of course. She had to. How else would you pay the bills? You handed her a stack of several bills, maybe $500 at most. She kissed you again, knowing where the rest went. You did, after all, work with some of the most villainous persons in the world. You had learned a thing or two. 

After every job, you accessed some foreign accounts. Some were social, some were financial. But it all came down to one thing. Tying the purchase of custom artwork to your cash flow. In the last several years, your wife had developed an incredibly successful following between her paintings and foreign buyers.

Coincidentally, this was a strategy you had learned from Dr. Isaac who worked for one of your clients. Truthfully you weren’t sure who worked for whom. You kept it as a standard not to trust anyone with your information but you let this one slide. After all, he did wear a silver ring that matched your own.

#story #storytime #writer #writing #prompt #writing prompt #fiction #ten #chaos #superhero #supervillain #shapeshifter #crayonbox writing

[pianopadawan]

My Bitter Thoughts on Poe Getting Straightwashed in Musical Parody Format

The best way I could find to channel my anger was through a song parody, and the best way I could think to do that was through Fiddler on the Roof because that musical has really good songs.

So, this parody gets very salty at the end and I know this is way more cynical than most actual fan reactions, so please don’t take the ending too seriously. I’m not actually boycotting the film. That being said, media erasure of LGBTQ+ individuals and individuals from other minority groups is a very legit issue and I’m not trying to trivialize it in any way. It’s one of the things that drives me crazy about Hollywood.

Please note that none of the thoughts expressed herein reflect any official statement on behalf of Disney, Oscar Isaac, John Boyega or any source other than my own humble opinion. Any copyrighted or trademarked names here are used for the sake of critique and parody. (Also, I really appreciate Oscar Isaac advocating for representation. I know he had no control over it in the end, but it was good of him to make his stance on the issue clear.)

This is to the tune of “Matchmaker”:

STORMPILOT FAN

Lucasfilm, Lucasfilm, bring me a ship:

Poe and Finn’s bond beyond friendship.

Lucasfilm, Lucasfilm, show in your script

Their classic relationship.

Lucasfilm, Lucasfilm, bring me some fluff!

With these two I can’t get enough!

“Keep it, it suits you” that line is so sweet!

More of that would be so neat!

For Oscar, give him more free range

For John, develop Finn more for sure

For both, well, wouldn’t it be nice if we could have two gay main characters!

Lucasfilm, Lucasfilm, you claim to be

Advocates of minorities

Film after film, I’ve been waiting so long.

So, show me representation.

ENTERTAINMENT MEDIA REPORTER

Since when were you looking for same-sex couples in the canon? I thought that was only something on fanfiction.

STORMPILOT FAN

Well, why not? Oscar Isaac has said multiple times that he’s played Poe’s relationship with Finn as romantic attraction. Besides, it’s 2019. Why shouldn’t we have a gay character in a plot-relevant role?

ENTERTAINMENT MEDIA REPORTER

Because Disney and Lucasfilm are obviously very poor studios! So, whatever money homophobes will give, they’ll take. Right? Of course, right!

Fan base, oh, fan base!

JJ has some news for you…

Poe and Finn are bonded

But they’re just friends it’s true.

But that’s much “deeper” than romance, true? True!

Isaac says they’d be boyfriends

If he controlled the plot.

But people are still scared… of who knows what?

Fan base, I found it!

A gay character on screen!

He’s handsome, he’s tall!

He’s an extra in this scene

But don’t you see him. You see him, right? Right?

He shows up for two seconds. He has no name, no line.

You’ll see him (with a microscope). So, you’ll be fine.

Did you think you’d get your ship?

STORMPILOT FAN

But all this time I’ve waited…

Despite rainbow pride logos and grandiose speeches… it’s clear we were baited!

Lucasfilm, Lucasfilm,

You know I see, right through all your hypocrisy

Somehow, it seems Disney misunderstood

That erasure isn’t good!

Dear Oscar, I do not blame you

As an actor, you have no control.

But Disney, why don’t your big films

Reflect the social justice you extol?

Lucasfilm, Lucasfilm, release your film,

I’m in no rush, ‘cause now I’ve learned.

As for my ticket it’s already burned…

So, slip me no clips

Leak me no leaks

Air no trailers

I’ll cash no cash

Because you straightwashed my match!

#stormpilot #finnpoe #finn x poe #poe x finn