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sunnysidevans · 4 years

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𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐞 - 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐃𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐞 | 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐓𝐰𝐨

Summary: Ransom has time to reflect on his relationship with you and all the things he put you and your relationship through.

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Warnings: fluff ngl, curse words, legal words, mostly fluff not gonna lie, mean mothers? , oh and of course angst

AuthorsNote: Hiii! I hope everyone enjoys this! i wasn’t planning to write a second part to this fic but this idea has sat in my brain for a bit not gonna lie, so I hope you enjoy! also disclaimer , I know nothing about law, I could have gotten all of this wrong and for that I”m sorry I did my best :)

PART ONE

READERS POINT OF VIEW

ONE YEAR AGO

Fall was always a hard season to deal with, no matter what when september rolled around you always struggled with fall. Thinking about ransom was hard, you held him tightly in your heart as even the asshole he was you still held him close, he was the love of your life. You hated fall and the smell of pine, smelling a pine candle in the store made you tear up and leave the groceries in the aisle you were in. Fall was beautiful in Massachusetts, the color changing leaves along with the sweater wearing weather really did you in, really the only thing keeping you in Massachusetts anyways. You sat under the blanket in the living room holding a nice hot cup of coffee,watching the news, you couldn’t bear to watch much as they continued to throw ransom’s name and family through the dirt, were they perfect? Of course not. The alarm you set on your phone had pinged for you as it led you to sighing and getting out from your cozy sherpa blanket and to go up and start getting dressed, leaving the hot cup of coffee behind.

After getting dressed you managed to throw yourself together, popping in your contacts and putting on minimal makeup as you know you would be just crying it off anyways. As you dumped your coffee out in the sink you thought of the past with Ransom, he may not have been a perfect boyfriend but you certainly did not expect to be with him for almost two years. You managed to get yourself around, purse and coat before sighing heavily, grabbing your keys and leaving the front door. You hated that even after everything he did you were still haunted by the drysdale family. Pulling into the courthouse you managed to snag a semi decent parking space and making your way through the cameras and the family as they watched with dirty looks at the top of the stairs of the court house. Making your way in the courthouse you snuck between everyone to make it to the front of the courtroom, no one was there yet, the main someone being Ransom, you weren’t quite ready to face him. You walked through the gate and set your briefcase down along with the rest of your belongings, as you did so, the judge walked in and ransom in his orange jumpsuit followed suit.

You tried to avoid eye contact as you unpacked all of your paperwork, you couldn’t even keep a straight face as you bit back the tears, this was not what you wanted. “Okay, shall we begin?” the judge asked,sitting down as the recorder stood “The start of the case of The state of Massachusetts versus Hugh Ransom Drysdale”. You held your head high as the judge motioned for you to begin,you sighed nodding turning to the jury “this was no, innocent act ladies and gentleman” you began approaching the jury box “Hugh Drysdale had every intention of making sure this looked like an accident on a poor innocent nurse” you folded your hands together “Hugh knew his grandfather was cutting him from the Will, he knew that the whole inheritance was going to the one friend his grandfather had, his nurse.” you let out a sigh as you avoided all eye contact with ransom and his lawyers. “Hugh Drysdale planned on killing his grandfather, he didn’t plan the second murder to follow, the house keeper, who just was in the wrong place at the wrong time” you nodded out to the court. “Hugh wanted all of this to fall on the innocent nurse, all for one thing, family greed”.

Court lasted hours, The trial had started sooner than it ended. The proceeding lasted for about two hours before a recess was called. You stood outside the courthouse holding a cup of cocoa between your hands “I hope you're proud of yourself” someone spit behind you as you turned there stood ransom’s mom, Linda. “Mrs.Drysdale..” you started as she cut you off “It’s Thrombey” she turned,crossing her arms over her chest watching you “oh- I’m very sorry to hear that” you looked at her nodding “and no i’m not proud of myself, I would much rather be on any other case but this is the one they gave me,I would much rather be at home than prosecuting my ex boyfriend” you spit watching her face closely “well” she rolled her eyes adjusting her coat “I don’t want my son to go to jail” she sighed “it’s disgusting in that place” she mumbled crossing her arms again “richard isn’t even coming because he thinks I’m crazy for helping him” she sighed shaking her head “my son going to jail is completely your fault” she seethed,turning and walking back into the court house.

The judge called court again after about three hours, “Judge Marks Residing” the recorder stated as everyone stood, you stood adjusting your skirt watching as the judge came in and sat down. “This case is a strange one for my courtroom, and took a long time to decide this ruling” she nodded “can our head juror please stand” she motioned to the jury box as a gentleman stood holding a piece of paper. “Okay” she nodded again “and what is the ruling with the jury?” she asked as he spoke up “the vote was fifty fifty your honor, split down the middle undecided” he spoke holding the paper “but we had our tie breaker” he nodded quickly to her “okay and what is the jury’s ruling?” the judge asked sitting up “in the case of The state of Massachusetts versus Hugh Ransom Drysdale, we rule guilty”.

PRESENT DAY

Standing in the parking lot staring at the Massachusetts Correctional doors you thought about turning back, turning around and running out to your car, you couldn’t believe you had agreed to this. You walked inside with a heavy sigh and approached the check in desk, “can I help you?” the guard at the desk asked, “I’m here to see an intimate” you adjusted your coat “okay and what inmate are you here to see?” he asked typing things into the computer “oh uh, Hugh Drysdale”. You walked through the building to the visiting area to wait for ransom, the guard showed you to a seat as you sat down,crossing your legs over the other as you looked around the room, it was gray, and very bleak, holding no color in the gray walls. The doors beeped down the hall as you sat up and soon coming around the corner was none other than the love of your life, in the god forsaken orange jumpsuit.

Ransom sat down as you sat up to meet him,elbows resting on the table as you looked at one another he sighed “you actually came”. You nodded looking at your hands, picking at the hangnail starting to form around your thumbs, soon being covered with ransom’s hand, surprisingly just as soft and comforting as you remembered “I did” you whispered,looking up to meet his baby blues. “I’m really glad you came” he whispered,taking your hand into his fully,giving it a squeeze “why am I here ransom?” you asked looking at him,squeezing his hand back in comfort as he smiled “I.. haven't seen anyone in a while, my mom she stopped visiting after the first visit, I didn’t even think you’d read my letter let alone come see me” he whispered watching as you chewed on your lip,nodding. “I’m very sorry you haven’t had a visitor ransom” you whispered looking over his face smiling softly at him “no matter the crime you committed, that's not fair to you, I just was surprised to hear from you” you nodded as he chuckled “you are?” he asked you in a bit of shock, You nodded in response chuckling “ransom I’m kinda the reason you're in here, I did kinda represent the state in your case” you looking at him as he quickly shook his head “you wouldn’t have done it if you didn’t have too, I know that” he started biting his lip.

Talking to ransom took hours, you were surprised the guards had left you alone for so long but finally after two hours it all came to an ending. “Okay Drysdale, lets go” the guard sighed walking to the table, helping ransom up, “wait” ransom protested standing and walking over to you,kissing the top of your head with a whisper “Thank you for coming to visit me (Y/N), I can’t thank you enough for this” he whispered again turning for them to cuff him again. Watching the love of your life walk away was hard, before he got far you got up quickly walking to meet him “ransom!” you yelled, as he turned to face you “You can keep.. Writing to me if it helps” you smiled as he smiled back with a nod “that would be nice, and maybe you can keep coming to see me?” he asked hopeful “eh maybe” you grinned sending him a wink as he walked past the steel doors.

Walking out of Massachusetts Correctional you thought many things, how good Ransom looked after not seeing him for almost two years, along with the way his demeanor was so much different than the last time you saw him. You climbed in your car and drove down the road with the radio playing softly, you couldn’t help but feel horrible for the things Ransom was experiencing, the loneliness he felt that his mother wasn’t coming to visit. You hummed along with the radio as you drove, and as you drove you realized, yeah you did deserve better than that cable knit wearing asshole but maybe, just maybe you saw a change, you felt the change, and yeah you did deserve better but maybe that better was just, a better him.

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans fic #chris evans x you #chris evans angst #ransom thrombrey #hugh ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale #ransom thrombey imagine #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale angst #knives out #hugh ransom

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indigowallbreaker · 3 years

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All the Black Eagles + “Door’s locked, lights are off… snacks are here, what’s next?” , please! I crave some good cozy BESF fluff. Thank you!

(this could only be a modern AU but I assure you it’s filled with love)

It had not started out as an annual movie night.

It has started as “Bernadetta moved in with Edelgard and Hubert after graduation to avoid living with her father again and Petra and Ferdinand helped move her things and Dorothea happened to be hanging out with Edelgard at the time and when Caspar heard they were over he dragged Linhardt to the apartment to see everyone and hey since we’re here let’s do something”.

But, since everyone just happened to be free around the same night every month going forward, it had slowly become an annual movie night. Edelgard said she did not mind the apartment being invaded for such a purpose. And she knew, under his grumblings that it interfered with work, that Hubert greatly enjoyed having the excuse for a break once a month.

Currently, Edelgard, Bernadetta, and Ferdinand had claimed the couch. Hubert had taken the single armchair beside it, lounging across it the wrong way, which left Petra and Dorothea on the floor in a blanket and pillow pile. Linhardt was to the left of said pile, scrolling through his phone and not bothered that his head rested against Ferdinand’s knee.

Caspar hit the lights and squished onto the couch beside Ferdinand, who scoot over to give him more room, almost upsetting the popcorn bowl in Bernadetta’s lap. “Apartment door’s locked, lights are off...” Caspar leaned over Ferdinand to grab a handful of popcorn. “Snacks are here. What’s next?”

“We have it narrowed down to three,” Dorothea announced, bring up her Netflix menu on the screen. “Falchion Holders 3: Daughter of the Exalt.”

Predictably, Caspar and Ferdinand both made approving noises at that one. Accurate weapon portrayal in film plus intense action meant the movie was practically made for them.

Dorothea went on. “My pick-- Elena and her Divine Knight.” Petra raised her hand for that one, which earned a beaming smile from Dorothea. It was a romance wrapped in tragedy, and the lead actor was from Petra’s homeland.

“Last and least,” Dorothea wrinkled her nose, “Bloodletting of the Grimleal and the Loptr.”

Edelgard and Hubert both grinned. “It’s satisfying, you’ll love it,” Edelgard vouched. The cycling movie stills on scene made Dorothea recoil more. “Well, that’s two votes for each movie. Two votes left.”

Caspar and Ferdinand both gave Bernadetta intense looks. She squeaked. “Um! Uh!” She covered her face with her hands and Petra reached up to catch the popcorn bowl before it could tip over. “Don’t make me decide!I don’t wanna disappoint anyone!”

Hubert expertly lobbed a chocolate-covered coffee bean at Ferdinand. “No one is making you.” Hubert soothed, ignoring the resulting glare. “We will leave the final vote to someone else.”

Everyone looked at Linhardt, still on his phone. Dorothea reached across Petra, who had claimed the popcorn bowl, to poke him. Linhardt looked up. “Did we pick one?”

“No,” Edelgard said with edged patience, “that would be your job.”

“I don’t see how a group of eight people could need a tie breaker for three... Oh never mind.” He looked up at the movies. “Hm. It would be less hassle to just watch Wolf Class.”

It would be. Not only did they all quoted constantly, it had a little something for everyone in it and thus the film was always a safe bet. In fact, it was the very movie they had watched after helping Bernadetta settle in almost a year ago. Petra clapped her hands, jostling the popcorn dangerously. “I would be liking that greatly!”

Ferdinand groaned. “Can we not try something new for once?”

“If we don’t pick something soon we’ll be here all night. Again.” Dorothea scrolled through the menu. “Screw it. Wolf Class sounds great.”

“Are we not going to even vote this time?” Hubert asked.

Caspar threw the coffee bean back at him, which Hubert dodged effortlessly. “No voting!” Caspar declared. “And I get to say Albrecht‘s lines this time!”

There was some arguing about who had dibs on which lines. Dorothea put a stop to it by starting the movie. She and Ferdinand sang along with the opening track, Ferdinand earning a smack from Linhardt when his leg began to bounce in his eagerness. Hubert wordlessly offered Edelgard the bag of coffee beans, who passed Petra a handful, as she liked to suck the chocolate off them. The first scene always made Bernadetta giggle until she snorted and Albrecht’s dramatic entrance made Caspar almost fell off the couch in his excitement.

And just like that, movie night was off to its usual start.

(Send me a pair and a Soft Prompt!)

#black eagles #fire emblem three houses #black eagle strike force #fe3h #feth #i hate to tell you how long it took me to figure out that initialism im 127 #smack fic: this baby can fit so many fe references #can you spot them all? high five #soft prompts #i love them all so much #i feel like i say that a lot but its true

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actor-mark · 3 years

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Red Candles Pt 4

Ask about the Papers

You make a few vague gestures to the state of the room, then point to the papers in Marks hand with a quizzical expression.

“Huh? Oh these?” He gets defensive for a moment bringing them closer to hide them from you, seems to think it over and reconsiders. “I supppoooseeee you can take a lil look, I could use a second opinion actually, Amy’s out of town and Eef’s on brake, plus I’m pretty sure Amy wouldn’t be too happy with me calling her this time of night. Here-”

Mark thrusts the big stack of papers to you and you take a peek over them. They’re in absolutely no particular order and its a bit awkward to try and figure them out but he’s at least got page numbers so after a quick shuffle you manage to get them right and read through.

It appears to be a script! Creative mind such as his always chasing the next big story, it’s simply titled AHWM2. And its great! At least from the snippets you skim read through. Mentions of a prison and a character marked WW. Something about Mark in a wig and singing Ariana Grande’s Greedy... It’s a haphazard mess of creative drivel but this is clearly just the first draft and seems like it has a lot of potential.

As you lower the pages you blink a bit in confusion, the room is now fully lit, clean, the laptop wallpaper changed to one of Chica, Henry and Spencer playing in the yard, Mark’s dressed in a Cloak shirt with his gray cardigan overtop currently sat on the edge of the bed swinging his feet and swaying his head side to side as he sort of comically waits for you to be done.

“Huh? Done already!? Wow you’re a fast reader! So hey! what did you think? Pretty good right?” He flashes a broad grin and hops off the edge of the bed “I don’t suppose you’d be willing to run a few scenes with me to test em out? There’s a couple I’ve been stuck on and sometimes it helps to get a natural reaction y’know? How about it?”

Mark holds his hands up, palm facing towards the roof like weighing options. “Hmm? Hm?” It’s odd.. but... you seem to know what’s happened as you see the two small colored squares appear. On the left is a small box floating just above his hand, it’s titled YES and the still image appears to be a very happy looking Mark. On the right, another small box floating titled NO and the still image of him looking... disappointed but not particularly upset about it.

You know already that its too late, whatever bullshittery Mark Iplier wants to throw you into with these scenes, you’re already in them. No backing out now..

Your choices are as follows:

YES Mark seems to be weighing the two boxes as if he were scales and he keeps tipping this box a little higher with a grin

NO Whenever this box gets tipped higher he give a big over exaggerated frowny face to you “Yes? or noooo? YES!?!” nodnod “or nooo” pouty face.

((reminder for newer people: You may jump in at any time you wish! Send an ask to the blog with your choice and the majority vote will be selected to progress! The more people the better this will run!))

OOC: Just wanted to state the writing on the papers is completely irrelevant and just the best thing i could find on google for an image to place there. Also, Y’know I haven’t exactly figured out what to do with a tie breaker yet. Maybe some combination of both or an entire different option in a sort of what would happen if you picked neither or ran out of time being indecisive. Thank you again to everyone who’s been taking part in this! I really appreciate the love this has been getting and I hope y’all are enjoying it so far! Also thank you to everyone who has sent me kind words and compliments on this! Yer all sweeties <3

#markiplier #actor mark #ask actor mark #red candles #red candles part 4 #adwm #wkm #ahwm #cyoa #red candles cyoa

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rennyforpresident · 4 years

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Renny’s BBSIM: Second Chances THE FINALE!

Welcome back to Biiiiiiiiig Brother!

@brentrobinson @flungevictee @kaysarswhore @maxdoesbb @music-obsessednerd @pawn2393 @rennyforpresident @wheremy--demons--hide

Jury: @theminionjcfucked @fucklauryn @phylisisley @iantxrry @swampassthing @cirie-sandra-michaela @flopbb-22 @paymeincashnottears

Welcome to finale night at Big Brother! 92 days ago, 16 returning houseguests who had never won Big Brother came back to fight for the title in round 2. Tonight, we crown our champion!

Will it be @kaysarswhore? She came into the game an underdog, and got the villain edit all season long. But at the end of the day, she has never been nominated. She’s dominated comps; can she do it again tonight?

Will it be @maxdoesbb? The rat of the season, but the best damn rat I’ve ever seen. He made friends with everyone across the board, and was the biggest social threat of the season. Can he use his social game to win over the votes of the jury?

Or will it be @pawn2393? Not the best social player, but comps? A BEAST! He was loyal to his allies, and showed it by winning comps and keeping them safe. Will his loyalty pay off in the form of jury votes?

Let’s find out! Let’s get this HOH started!

Part 1 is endurance! We’ve seen some strong endurance competitions this season, and this one is bound to be just as intense.

After 2 hours and 1 minute, the first person to fall is

@pawn2393 in the DR: “I just couldn’t hold on any longer. I hurt left hand playing in the veto last week, and I’m still recovering from it. I’m just hoping I can take out whoever else loses in Part 2.”

It’s down to @kaysarswhore and @maxdoesbb.

@maxdoesbb: “Please drop. I’m taking you to the end, you know that. I just need this win, please.”

@kaysarswhore: “You swear on your life? On your life?”

@maxdoesbb nods vigorously, unable to speak after being so cold and thrown against the wall again.

Suddenly, after 3 hours and 4 minutes, a houseguest drops. Which means the winner of Part 1 of the HOH is............

@maxdoesbb! You have advanced to Part 3 of the final HOH!

@pawn2393 in the DR: “I’m really heartbroken that it’s me and @kaysarswhore in part 2. I wanted it to be both of us in the end, knowing either way we’d be in those final 2 chairs. Fuck, man”

@kaysarswhore: “Either way, I’m good! I didn’t need to win this, so I’ll just try my hand at Part 2.”

The two losers, @kaysarswhore and @pawn2393, enter the backyard one at a time to compete. Afterwards, completely wiped, the two head back to the living room where @maxdoesbb reads the results.

@maxdoesbb: “ @kaysarswhore, you had a time of...

9:25!

@pawn2393, you had a time of...

9:21!”

@pawn2393 will face off against @maxdoesbb in Part 3 of the HOH!

The competition is stiff, and it comes down to a tie-breaker. The final question is: “How many minutes, from the moment the first person stepped in the door, have you spent in the Big Brother house this summer?”

@pawn2393 answers 100,000

@maxdoesbb answers 150,000

Julie: “The correct answer is...

121,002 minutes!”

@pawn2393, you are the final HOH of the summer, and have earned the right to choose who will be sitting next to you! We’ll be back for that vote after a word from our sponsors.

Buy Twistos(TM)! To TWIST up your life!

Julie: “Welcome back! Let’s join our houseguests in the living room where @pawn2393 is about to cast their vote to determine the final 2 and the final member of the jury. Before you vote, each houseguest gets one last chance to plead their case.”

@kaysarswhore: “You know I love you no matter what, and I’ll be rooting for you no matter what decision you make. I think you know what I would do if I were in your shoes, so I hope you do the same. Love you!”

@maxdoesbb: “If you want to lose this game, you’re going to take @kaysarswhore to the end. She will sweep that jury, and you’ll be left standing with no money. Take me, and the jury is a fair fight. That’s all I have to say”

Julie: “ @pawn2393? Please stand and cast your vote when you’re ready.”

@pawn2393: “Okay, so the two of you are amazing, but I have to do what I’ve been planning on doing since the very beginning of this game. @kaysarswhore, you’ve been my ride or die since the beginning, and I am so so grateful to you for everything you have done for me. That being said,.....

Julie: “It’s official, @maxdoesbb, you are evicted from the Big Brother house. Come on out!”

Julie: “ @maxdoesbb! You were so close! What went wrong?”

@maxdoesbb: “That goddamn @pawn2393! I had the perfect plan, but he got in the way! If I had only answered correctly in that stupid final competition, I would be in there right now!”

Julie: “Do you think the jury has already made their decision? Or is it still up in the air?”

@maxdoesbb: “I honestly don’t know! It’ll be exciting to see who the jury wants to vote for. I mean, I’m pretty much set on my vote! *audience oohs*

Julie: “Well, we’re all anxious to find out who that is. Coming up, who will win the whole enchilada? But first, let’s bring out the members of our jury!

Julie: “Let’s begin with jury questions!”

@theminionjcfucked: “My question is for @kaysarswhore. Was being a complete bitch a part of your strategy? Or was it just you?”

@kaysarswhore: “No, I’m naturally a hard to get along with kind of person. I knew that I wasn’t gonna get along with everyone, but I wanted to do my best to get along as best I could. It wasn’t easy. I did my best. I apologize if I hurt anyone deeply, but I was focused on playing the game.”

@iantxrry: “ @pawn2393, what was the biggest game move you made that was your own, and NOT @kaysarswhore‘s?”

@pawn2393: “My biggest game moves were winning my four HOHs and taking out the biggest threats in this house. I had adversity after adversity thrown my way, and my biggest move was overcoming it all.”

@swampassthing: “If we’re talking competitions, I won four vetoes. Other than competition wins, why should I vote for you @kaysarswhore?”

@kaysarswhore: “You should vote for me because I was loyal to my alliance, but not to a fault. I took out @cirie-sandra-michaela, the biggest threat in this game, on my HOH. I was loyal to him until he became a bigger threat than I could keep around.”

@paymeincashnottears: “My question is for @pawn2393. How can you ask me to vote for you when you spent a solid four or five weeks targeting (and failing to evict) me, the person with no comp wins and no allies?”

@pawn2393: “Full disclosure, you weren’t always my target. I wanted the biggest threat to go each week, and sometimes that was you, and yes, sometimes I failed. But that’s Big Brother. I did the best with the hand I was dealt.”

@maxdoesbb: “My question is for @kaysarswhore. I’m pretty sure I know who I’m voting for, but if you had won the final HOH instead of @pawn2393, who would you have taken to the end?”

@kaysarswhore: “Honestly? I would have probably taken @pawn2393. I feel like I have a better chance at beating him now than I would have if you were sitting here.”

Julie: “And that’s all the questions we have for you. @kaysarswhore and @pawn2393, you will have one last chance to sway the jury in your final plea. @kaysarswhore, you’re up first.

@kaysarswhore: “I have played this season the only way I know how: HARD.” I won comps when I needed them, I was loyal until I couldn’t be any longer, and I strategized every chance I got. I made friendships along the way, and I’d like to think that I never made this game personal. I deserve this money, I deserve this title, and I deserve your vote. Thank you for an amazing summer, and I hope I soon get to thank you for my win.”

@pawn2393: “Well, I’d like to say that while @kaysarswhore was out making side deals and playing dirty, I was working to secure my alliance’s safety. I stayed loyal until the end, not just until it was convenient for me to be disloyal. I worked hard to ensure my own safety, and even survived the block; something @kaysarswhore never had to do. I have fought so hard for this win, and I hope you all can see that.”

Julie: “Thank you both! It’s now time to vote!”

Each houseguest walks up one at a time and places their key in their slot. Once all the keys have been placed, Julie reads them out. After reading them, it’s revealed that the WINNER of Renny’s BBSim: Second Chances is...

@kaysarswhore! Congratulations, you are the winner of $500,000!

After a grueling 92 day season, you have come out on top! Let’s see how the jury votes fell!

In the end, it looks like people were willing to forgive @kaysarswhore for all of her antics. Or maybe they just weren’t willing to forgive @pawn2393 for his. Either way, she’s now half a million richer!

America has been voting all season for their favorite houseguest, and we have the results here. In no particular order, the top three vote-getters are:

@fucklauryn, @iantxrry, and @maxdoesbb!

In third place...

Finally, the winner of America’s Favorite Player, and winner of a $10,000 cash prize is....

@fucklauryn! Congratulations! You gave us LIFE this season and we’re here to reward you for it!

From outside the Big Brother house, I’m @rennyforpresident. Goodnight!

THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR PLAYING!! This season was SO MUCH FUN and it was entertaining the entire way through! I don’t know when I’ll be doing another sim, but I hope to do one again soon!

For now, Here are the stats from the season!!

#bb22 #bbsim #bbsim second chances #this was SO FUN #and the stats... kind of iconic

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myhockeyworld87 · 4 years

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Choices - Tyler Seguin/Jamie Benn - Part 6

Word Count: 2669

POV: Reader’s

Warnings: Language

Notes: Thanks to everyone that voted the last time. It was literally a tie and so I had my two friends that aren’t on Tumblr give me their votes to do a tie breaker. So here’s Part 6, anxious to see what you guys vote this time! Peace, Love and Hugs to all!

The look in Tyler’s eyes mesmerized you. Though you’d seen this expression a thousand times, this time if felt different; as if you were seeing him in a completely different light. Slowly, you felt yourself lean into him. His breath felt warm against you, as his hand on your cheek softly caressed your skin. Every sense in your body was heightened. The rain that was hitting your face felt ice cold, but the heat of his body was like a fire burning straight into you. Faintly you could smell the cologne that he had put on for the evening; it was one that always made you think of him. You could hear the trickling of the stream, running under the bridge; and just like that the spell that Tyler had over you was broken. That sound made you think of Jamie and you couldn’t do this. As Tyler pressed his lips closer to you, you pulled back. “Ty, I can’t.”

His hand dropped from your cheek and you immediately felt the loss of his touch. “I just thought…” He trailed off. Reaching out you grabbed his hand, before he could pull further away.

“Ty, wait.” His eyes searched yours, looking for what you weren’t sure. “It’s not that I don’t want…” What it was, you didn’t know. Was it just the kiss or was it more? There was too much history, to dismiss your feelings for him right away. So much had happened in the last few hours, your feelings were all over the place. When you first saw him, all that anger from the past came bubbling back up. Though now that you knew the full story, the whole messed up truth; all that was left was confusion. Part of you still loved Tyler, always would; but then there was Jamie, you loved him as well. It was literally one big fucked up mess. “I need time.”

“Time?”

“Yes, I need time to think Ty. These last two years, I never thought…it just never occurred to me that…” A loud boom of thunder sounded off in the distance, followed by a flash of lightning; causing you to jump. Instinctively, Tyler wrapped his arms around you, sheltering you from the oncoming storm.

“Come on, let’s get you some place warm.” The rain pelted you both harder. “And dry.” He kept you close to his side as you made your way back to Jamie’s house. The wind picked up and you shivered against him. His hand began to rub your arm up and down. Though you’d taken this route dozens of times with Jamie, walking it right now with Tyler, the thunder and rain all around, just felt right. Tyler was a storm in your life. One that came in without warming, at times you needed it to relieve the drought that had been going on for so long. He blew into your life, when you never expected it; and like a summer storm he brought with him everything you needed. But then just like the wind whipping around you, things got twisted and turned. The problems with storms, were that you never knew what kind of wreckage they’d leave behind. This time the mess that was left, was your heart; for you were so conflicted between Jamie and Tyler you didn’t know what to do.

Your head was down shielding you from the weather, so you couldn’t see Jamie standing at the front door as you made your way up the drive with Tyler. Missed his disapproving look of the two of you. It wasn’t until he spoke that you even realized you were close to the house, as you were so lost in thought. “Jesus, I was just about to come looking for you.” You looked up into his eyes, that usually held such softness in them; now they were hard, almost cold as he took in both yours and Tyler’s appearance. Tyler still has his arm around you, and reluctantly you pulled away. “Let’s get you out of these wet clothes. You can use the guest bathroom Segs. Shower, do whatever you need to do. There are extra clothes in the closet.” Tyler went to argue, but Jamie stopped him. “Don’t start, the last thing we need, is you getting everyone on the team sick.” Jamie grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the bedroom you often shared with him.

He didn’t say a word to you as you both entered the ensuite, just turned the shower on as you started to strip your wet clothing from your body. Cautiously, you decided to say something. “Jamie, I…”

“Sweetheart, you don’t owe me an explanation.” He came over to you then, wrapping your shivering body with his heat. He kissed the top of your head, before saying. “Get in the shower before your sick. We have a road trip coming up and I won’t be here to take care of you.”

He left you then, alone with your thoughts as the hot water seeped into your freezing body. The last few hours had been a living nightmare, and the night wasn’t over yet. Without any conscience thought, you grabbed the shampoo and started to cleanse your hair. When you’d met Jamie, you never thought it would be possible to fall in love again; let alone have dreams of having a family. But here you were over six months into a relationship, and before tonight they were now things you not only thought conceivable; you actually believed they were going to happen. Then there was Tyler, the man you thought intentionally broke your heart. The reality of what actually happened that night, threw the last two years of your life into a tailspin. He never knew about the baby, the truth of it was written all over his face when you told him. And though you thought he’d cheated on you in his hesitance to be a father, none of that was actually true either. If you had only known, listen to what he was trying to say, the two of you would possibly still be together now.

Shutting the water off, you twisted the excess out of your hair; then grabbed a towel out of the closet to dry off. You took your time putting on moisturizer and brushing your hair, anything to avoid going out and facing Tyler and Jamie. All too soon, you were throwing on a clean pair of yoga pants and a sweatshirt; you had started keeping things at Jamie’s awhile ago since you were here so often. There was nothing left to do but head out of the safe haven of the bathroom and find where Jamie and Tyler were.

It didn’t take long to find them. They were both out in the kitchen, Jamie standing behind the island sipping on a mug of something steamy; while Tyler was sitting on the barstool across from him drinking a bottle of water. Both had their heads down, neither one of them talking; though they must have sensed you were there for Jamie picked his head up right away the minute you stepped into the room. Tyler turned to look at you the same time. They were as different as night and day. Jamie, your strong silent supporter, always there at your side when you needed him. Tyler in contrast was this fun-loving man, who surprised you at every turn; though he had this soft tender side to him that had you falling for him the first time you met him. They were both staring at you, watching your every move, waiting for you to say something. Though no words came to you in the moment. What could you say to the two men who you loved?

Standing at the end of the island, you gathered your courage, and with a deep breath you finally said. “Look, tonight has been…exhausting. And I don’t know what to say to either of you right now. This is just a lot…you know.” Understanding shone in both their eyes. “I’m gonna need some time to…I don’t know, just sort things out.”

It was Jamie who spoke up first. “If you need time sweetheart, we understand. Why don’t you go lay down in the bedroom while I take Tyler home? We can all talk in the morning before we leave for Minnesota.”

Tyler went to protest, but you held up a hand before he could say anything. “That’s not exactly what I meant by time Jame. I’ve called for a car; it should be here in a few minutes.” You could see a myriad of emotions play across both their faces. “I need some time alone, which means being in my own place.”

“So we’ll see you in the morning? You can come to my house, or I’ll meet you somewhere.” It was Tyler this time, his soft puppy dog eyes pleading for you to just stay and talk with him.

“I was thinking…that maybe, when you guys got back...” There was a shocked looked from both of them. “We could all get together then.”

“I don’t...”

“That’s not...” They both started speaking at once, then glared at the other one to shut up.

“Guys! Stop! This is exactly why I need time. I can’t think with both of you around.” The phone vibrated, signaling the car was here. “That’s my ride. I’ll see you both in a few days.” Turning to leave, you heard Jamie yell. “Wait, (Y/N) can I call you?”

“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea right now.” The hurt in his eyes almost made your knees buckle. “Why don’t you text me, and we’ll go from there.” He nodded, though was clearly upset with your decision.

“Can I text you too?” You looked over to Tyler, who was equally wounded by the words you’d just spoken.

“Sure. Is your number the same?” He shook his head yes. “Then I’ll text you my new number from the car.” A horn sounded, your ride getting impatient waiting for you to come out. “You two have a safe trip, and good luck. I’ll be sure to watch the game.” Opening the front door, you turned to leave them; but then you remembered there was one thing left to say. “Oh! Please, please try and get along.” With that you walked out the door and into the car waiting to take you back to your place. As you drove away, you saw both men standing in the doorframe, watching you leave.

Scrolling through the phone, it struck you as odd that you’d never deleted his phone number. That had to mean something, didn’t it? A sense of déjà vu hit you as you shot off a quick text to him. ‘Ty, here’s my new number. Please try to get along with Jamie. I’ll talk to you soon.’ You turned the phone off, the last thing you needed tonight was hearing from both of them. Thankfully the journey home went quick, and as soon as you locked the front door you crawled into bed; trying to hide from the decisions you needed to make. Sleep was something that you thought wouldn’t come, but blessedly once your head hit the pillow; you were out.

Of course, when you turned your cell phone back on there were texts from both Tyler and Jamie. While you dreaded opening them, you decided not to put them off. Jamie’s was short and sweet. ‘Hey princess, I missed your smiling face this morning. I know you asked for time, and I’m going to try and give you that; but I just wanted you to know, I love you.’ Tears sprang to your eyes at his loving words. It was small things like this, that made you fall for Jamie in the first place.

Closing the message, you scrolled down and opened the one from Tyler. The first one was in response to you sending your number. ‘Thanks for giving me your number babe. I promise to play nice, as long as Jamie does. I love you.’ Of course there was another, Tyler was never one to let things go. ‘Hey babe, I know you want some time, but we really need to talk about things. I still love you baby, I never stopped loving you ever, not one minute. I’m so sorry that I ever took one of those pills. If I hadn’t things would be so different. I know…I can hear you already telling me to stop blaming myself, but babe this one is gonna take some time. And the baby…god…you know I always wanted a family with you and knowing that we were so close to that is killing me. I’d give up everything I have if we could just have our little baby back; but I know that can never happen. I just need you to know I’ll move heaven and earth for you. I love you baby.’ His message was so Tyler. He was obviously still beating himself up about everything, even though you tried to tell him not to. The fact that he was willing to relinquish everything he had to bring back your baby, tore at your heart. You felt the same way, and his admission made that love you had for him, magnify.

There were a few messages from both guys throughout the trip, one telling you that they made it there, others saying that they missed you; and lastly one with them both saying they would score a goal for you. It seemed like they were even competing in their text messages. You’d hoped they would remain civil during the game; however when you turned the television on to watch, even the announcers were noticing that something was up between the two of them. There was mention that they didn’t go through their pregame ritual on ice with each other; then as the game went on they commented again how the two just didn’t seem to be in sync with each. By the third period, the coach had put them on different lines; and neither one of them scored a point, let alone a goal.

You weren’t surprised when you got a text from both Tyler and Jamie, saying that they landed back in Dallas at two in the morning. Apparently the team had made a last minute decision to not stay any longer than necessary in Minnesota. They each wanted to know if you could meet them and talk. Deciding that neutral ground would be best, you told them to be at your place around nine in the morning.

When Jamie arrived early, you weren’t really surprised; that was just the kind of guy Jamie was. “Hey sweetheart.” He greeted you with a hug and went to kiss you on the mouth; but you adverted him, and he kissed you on the cheek instead. His face fell slightly, but you thought it would be best to maintain distance with both he and Tyler before they knew what you had decided. The biggest surprise was that Tyler was actually early; literally minutes after Jamie. You hugged him, then showed him into the living room where Jamie waited for you.

Your stomach was churning and it felt like a million butterflies were dancing inside of it; but there was no putting off the inevitable. So you took a deep breath to calm your nerves before telling them…..

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Ok your turn again. Here are your choices for this week.

A) You’ve decided that you love Jamie and want to be with him.

B) You’ve decided you need to give Tyler another shot and want to be with him.

C) You’ve decided that the only way to truly know your feelings, is if you date both men.

D) You’ve decided that this situation is way out of control and you don’t want to be with either of them. (Suggestions on what player you want to date now…hahaha)

You now have 48 hours to make your decision! Happy Voting!

#Bennguin #tyler seguin #tyler seguin imagine #tyler seguin imagines #jamie benn imagine #jamie benn #jamie benn imagines #dallas stars #dallas stars imagine #dallas stars imagines #hockey imagines #hockey imagine #hockey fanfiction #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #nhl fanfic #Choices series Tyler Seguin Jamie Benn

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lovers is plural pairing: implied akeshu/shuake, background ann/shiho & ann/mika beta reader: @jubilantscribbler a/n: no p5r spoilers summary: The Phantom Thieves, an infamous name that empowers the young and instills fear in the corrupt, hold their most important meeting yet. Just who is Takamaki Ann, code name Panther, dating?

Today, Akira is not nervous. There are no battle strategies to discuss, no infiltration route to go over. He is free, not having to relentlessly plan out solutions for all of the potentially bad outcomes that could come to fruition in their next palace escapade.

(Although, he should do that, Morgana’s incessant pleas to sleep be damned.)

No, today is a day he can breathe easy. Today, he is confident.

Akira slides a 100 yen coin.

“Ann is definitely going out with Shiho.”

The response between the Phantom Thieves—sans Ann, of course—is mixed.

“Dude,” Ryuji deadpans, “for real? We’re makin’ bank, yet you’re only gonna bet, like, a coin?”

The weight, or lack thereof, to Akira’s wallet disagrees completely. “It’s fair,” he reasons, internally stomping away at the compulsion to present how truly empty his wallet is to everyone else. “Plus, we’re still high schoolers. College funds and stuff.”

The word “college” attracts the local student body president like a moth to a debt-filled flame. Ugh, third years. “While I would agree that saving up for college is admirable,” Makoto says with a laugh, “I believe we need to backtrack a little.”

Akira sucks in a breath when the brunette places an unwrinkled 1000 yen bill on the table. Makoto’s eyes shine a little. “I am placing my bets on… Mika-san.”

“Thank you!” Futaba, the resident shut-in, erupts, throwing her hands in the air. “I’m glad there’s some common sense here.”

This, of course, ensues verbal chaos. Ryuji, lovely Ryuji with a heart of gold, slams his hands down on the table, protesting all of Futaba’s points. (“Have you seen her look at Shiho?!” the blond exclaims. “Hell, I want someone to look at me like that!”) Futaba spouts something about common media tropes and otome games and other concepts that fly right over top student Akira’s head. Makoto is somehow the mediator and instigator in all of this, proudly showing the group a selfie Ann and Mika took not too long ago. Haru smiles, looking a little too apologetic for wear, before presenting an even more recent photo of Shiho and Ann going on a stroll at the nearby park. And Yusuke, passionate as ever, presents their close-knit group a highly detailed pencil drawing of Ann and Mika looking deep into each other’s sparkling eyes, and okay, this is getting weird. Possibly bordering creepy, and—

Akechi is sitting there with a pained expression masked poorly. He is sipping his coffee cup. It has been empty for the past ten minutes.

“—I feel inspired gazing upon two colleagues enraptured with one another,” Yusuke finishes confessing. Akira, admittedly, hadn’t caught the earlier half. A none the wiser Yusuke nods sagely, eyes closed. “There is no doubt in my mind… Ann and Mika-san must be together.”

“But,” Haru starts, “I can’t help but see Ann and Suzui-san in a relationship. Is that odd? I haven’t had any time to talk to Suzui-san lately, but when she attended Shujin, the two seemed close.” A fond smile crosses the third year’s face. “I can’t help but be a little jealous actually!”

Akechi politely raises his hand. His laugh sounds like it’s being played straight from his TV interviews. “Aha, well. I see everyone is getting along today. But… considering we are not discussing anything Phantom Thieves related, do you mind if I go along my way and head home?”

Everyone rightfully ignores him. Akechi remains stuck in the table booth, likely resenting the fact he came in the first place.

(Akira almost feels bad for him. Almost.)

“Well, that’s that,” determines Akira. He’s not sure what he’s actually determining, though. There is a tone of finality in his voice, and Akira simply goes along with it. He glances at both sides of the booth they’re huddled in and surmises his thoughts aloud. “Me, Ryuji, and Haru think Ann is dating Shiho. Makoto, Yusuke, and Futaba believe she’s dating Mika.”

Ryuji looks pumped. “We need a tie-breaker!”

Makoto frowns. “You… are aware that we’re taking individual bets, correct? It doesn’t matter if one ‘team’ has more people than the other.”

“Matters to me,” grumbles Ryuji, and Akira pats him on the back.

Out of the corner of Akira’s eye, he catches Haru’s glossed lips making a perfect little “o.” If the thieves were in some classic cartoon, Akira has no doubt in his mind that one of those thinking light bulbs would be flickering just above a bed of curly locks, a stubborn screw you to the laws of gravity. “Oh, Akechi-kun!” Haru turns to the detective, a curious look on her face. The light bulb is all aglow. “What are your thoughts on the matter?”

Call it a hunch, but Akira is sure that Akechi is swimming in many thoughts by now. Just… not anything helpful. Instead of voicing out the worst of the worst, the brunet smiles a pleasant smile. It’s strained all the same. “Well,” he begins, “before I give you my answer, mind if I express my own questions?”

Futaba minds, apparently. She groans and dives her head between the safe space of her arms. Some of the others restrain themselves to do the same.

“Is it not strange that all of you are placing bets on Takamaki-san’s love life? Does this not feel all a bit too personal?” inquires Akechi, arms crossed. Despite how light his tone is, his stare bores straight into Makoto’s eyes, judging. “I’m especially surprised that you are participating in this as well.”

Akira always felt that there was some camaraderie between Makoto and Akechi. Hair color and motivations aside, both are at the top of their grades, high marks on all of their exams. The two teens are cunning and have a similar interest in law and speak softly when it matters most. They’re arguably the most mature of their group, but… they slip.

Right now is not one of those times.

Makoto doesn’t flinch. “You… must not know me well then, Akechi-kun,” she states. “I admit that once the rest of the Phantom Thieves proposed—” Makoto quickly waves a hand at everyone. “—this, I thought it was… immature, at first. But I soon came to understand that we do this because we care about Ann.”

“And it’s fun!” adds Ryuji. Yusuke is beside the blond, humming in agreement.

“Ann is always looking out for our feelings,” Haru explains, smoothing out her skirt. “Think of this as if… we’re looking out for hers. Ann is one of my dear friends, so of course, I want to support her in a happy and healthy relationship.” Graciously, she covers a giggle behind her hand. “Although, I do think we get carried away.”

Murmurs of agreement surface between the team. And of course, Akira knows this isn’t about money. This isn’t about who’s right or wrong. It’s about Ann’s infectious laugh, about her overflowing sympathy for other people. It’s about Ann because Akira cares about his friends, and he wants the best for her—

“But are we not certain that Ann is dating Mika?” Yusuke asks, pure confusion in his voice.

—but he can still think his friends are factually wrong.

Before the debate has a chance to start up again, Akechi cuts in with a clean, “First, let’s get that tie-breaker vote in, shall we?”

“Oh, now he cares,” Ryuji scoffs.

Suddenly, Akira hears a small gasp. He turns his head to the not-so-mysterious source and finds a shocked Futaba gaping at no one in particular. “We forgot to ask Mona!” she yelps, startling everyone else from the calm. The shut-in whips her head away from everyone and begins shouting at the staircase. “Hey, Mona! Mona!”

For once, Akira is glad Sojiro decided not to stay and make the gang lunch.

It takes a few moments before Akira hears the creak of Leblanc’s wooden stairs. Slowly, Morgana’s nose peeks out from behind the rails before his head and his furry body follow suit. He moves down each step, one careful paw after the other, before dragging his dark tail across the white tile floor and hopping onto the table.

Oh, the bespectacled boy thinks belatedly.

Morgana is sulking.

Triangular ears are flat against his head. “Yeah, yeah, I’m here,” the feline-but-not-really says with a sigh.

Ryuji makes a low whistle and leans back into his seat. The booth does not bother to budge. “Damn, and I thought you liked talkin’ about your ‘Lady Ann,’ Mona.”

Akira does not miss Morgana’s withering look. In an effort to placate him, the teen reaches over and strokes Morgana’s favorite spot on his head despite the not-cat’s silent protests. Akira then leans over and speaks low into Morgana’s ears. “You don’t need to be here if you don’t want to. I know you wanted to skip out since…”

The silence speaks for itself. Morgana looks at him, and the former appears deep in thought, tail swaying as if searching for answers. Eventually, the tail comes to a halt. “Thanks,” he purrs, and Akira isn’t entirely convinced if it’s intentional or not. “But I got this.”

Akira feels a tug at the corners of his mouth. Satisfied, he leans back, watching Morgana take center stage.

“As someone who knows Lady Ann the best,” Morgana declares, chin held high, “I think it’s important that we consider other options. What if she isn’t dating any of them?”

Leblanc’s resident dyed blond groans. “You’re only saying that ‘cause you like her!”

“Am not!”

“Uh,” Futaba butts in, “are we gonna ignore the fact that none of us updated Mona on what we’re talking about, yet he still responds like he’s been here?”

Morgana seethes out an impatient “I live here,” while Akira says effectively the same thing, only with a switch of the pronouns. Okay, that didn’t work. Clearly, Akira needs a new plan—one that involves less bickering with an animal so they don’t all look insane when an innocent customer decides to walk in and witnesses the incarnate of chaos and more… amicable relations. More bets, perhaps.

Curiously enough, it’s Haru who takes the reins, sending Akira a small smile before speaking up. “Maybe if Mona-chan understands why we think Ann has a significant other, he can decide for himself.”

Akira may be a heathen, but God bless Haru.

As Akira is internally singing his praises, the conversation thankfully segues back to Ann and a hyper analysis of her love life. Futaba mentions how she first found out about Ann’s secret romance after forgetting to debug the café. (Akechi then sends Akira an alarmed look the latter chooses to dutifully ignore.) Haru continues that line of thought, recalling Ann’s inquiries regarding the language of flowers and the like, and Akira makes sure to ignore that tinge of jealousy stirring in his stomach even though he knows that Ann knows his hard work in memorizing a bunch of flower symbolism for his job in the underground mall.

He sighs and mentally sweeps his slight envy under the rug. Priorities, Akira.

It’s not until Makoto clears her throat and poses the daunting question of “So, do you believe us?” to Morgana that all eyes fall back on the not-cat, waiting patiently.

The sway of his tail falters. “... Yes,” he bites out. Morgana’s face contorts like he’s devoured a lemon. “Guess this is what you unrequited love, huh?”

Luckily, Ryuji has the decency to stay quiet as Haru breathes an apologetic “Oh, Mona-chan…” and pets the not-cat’s torso.

The group falls into an almost comfortable silence, save for Morgana’s drooping ears that nearly makes Akira leap forward and shower him with many affectionate head pats. Akira otherwise lets his mind wander. He drifts between the scent of Sojiro’s curry ingrained in the dark walls of Leblanc and his daydream of a flustered Ann grasping the hands of a faceless lover, rotating from Mika to Shiho to a mixture of the two’s features. The arch of the rival model’s groomed eyebrows and the doe eyes of the ex-Shujin student are rolled into one.

Features, Akira absently thinks, and for some reason, his eyes linger on the jaunt of a certain detective’s chin, the curve of his lithe neck, the way he carefully tucks a chestnut-colored lock behind his ear. His eyebrows, not unlike Mika’s, are furrowed. Dark, gloved hands hold a gray smartphone that is definitely not bugged by someone that rhymes with Fakura Sutaba, and hazel eyes—red, if you catch them when the glint of the sunlight hits them just right—are fixated on the screen.

It shouldn’t come as a surprise when Akechi of all people, the same Akechi who never dares to back away from a challenge, continues the conversation, not bothering to look up from his phone.

(But it does come as a surprise, oddly enough. Because Akira, jolted out of his daydream and thrusted into reality, is looking, and he feels like he shouldn’t be.)

“Have we come to a conclusion about our findings then?” Akechi questions, a thoughtful look on his face.

“Pardon me,” Yusuke voices, “but I assumed you held no interest in Ann’s love life like the rest of us.”

Akechi, lo and behold, bears another classic (read: fake) smile of his. “I don’t particularly. However, it seems like you all are stumped, and I do enjoy a good mystery. After all, I am a detective, aren’t I?”

Akira resists the urge to point out how the unknown identity of Ann’s girlfriend is a far cry from a good mystery, much less anything more than petty gossip when not discussed amongst friends. Instead, he motions the brunet to continue with a flick of the wrist.

Finally, Akechi looks up. “Have any of you considered the antithesis to Morgana’s hypothesis?”

Ryuji frowns. “The… what?”

“I believe Akechi-kun is talking about the opposite of what Morgana initially thought,” clarifies Makoto. “Which means…”

The gears in Akira’s head turn by the end of Makoto’s unfinished remark. His mind swims around antithesis and Ann and the underlying yet unknown connection between the two, trying to grasp at a lost thread he’s determined to find. (Anntithesis! his brain unhelpfully supplies a beat later before he dismisses it completely.) He thinks back to what the group assessed before: selfies, flowers, the like. Selfies, flowers, the like.

Selfies.

… Were they selfies?

Akira is backtracking now, attempting to recreate the images Makoto and Haru had shown the rest of the group earlier in his head. He closes his eyes and thinks. Mika and Ann’s picture can be excused as a selfie, sure. The two were pressed close together in the photograph, shoulders bumping and heads tilting inward to stay in frame. A part of Ann’s arm was cut off from where they took the picture. Sly smirks on both of their photogenic faces.

By all means, it’s a regular, old photo. A selfie, likely.

Then, what about Ann and Shiho’s? Akira recalls Inokashira Park as the backdrop of the image, an abundance of green flooding his vision. He’s quite familiar with the area, too; jogging with the former track star there whenever his body can endure the brutality of cardio is one form of torture Akira will never forget.

If he recalls correctly, the photo was awfully similar to its counterpart. Heads inclined towards one another, shared smiles, and⁠—

Ann and Shiho were holding up peace signs, both pairs of arms visible in frame.

It’s a cliché to gasp. Akira knows this and does it anyway because one, he is surprised and two, he loves being dramatic. The act earns a rather bemused look from Akechi that’s immediately disguised as a roll of the eyes.

The rest of the thieves follow suit as realization dawns on them. Makoto nods. Futaba blinks. Ryuji’s jaw drops. Haru, polite as ever, raises a hand to mask the shock evident on her face. Morgana’s eyes go and widen to the size of Kamoshida’s golden medal, round and shimmering and unbelievable.

Yusuke is the last one to come around, and he barely manages to gather his bearings in time to ask, “Can it truly be…?”

A delightful ping rings in the still air.

“See for yourself,” Akechi says, voice breezy, and slides his phone down on the table.

“Do you think they’ve seen your Instagram post?”

Shiho asks this while peering over Ann’s shoulder, watching the likes accumulate at a rapid speed. The end of her ponytail brushes against the blonde’s nape. Ann struggles to suppress a giggle.

“Oh, maybe?” It comes out unsure, reluctant. Ann taps her chin. ”But my phone hasn’t blown up with text messages yet. And trust me, I would know when my friends saw it.”

The other model waves it off, nonchalant. “They’ll figure out soon enough anyway." A pause. Then, Mika sighs. “Looks like the entire population of Tokyo will, too. I don’t know why you wanted to do this, but I’m sure our agency is going to love capitalizing on it…”

“Ugh, agency shmagency!” Ann, who has no concept of personal space when it comes to these two, gathers both of the girls in her arms and gives them a tight squeeze. “How can I hide away my two amazing girlfriends from the world?”

Mika rolls her eyes, but the dust of pink coloring her cheeks gives her away. “Is she always this corny?”

Shiho snickers. “Oh, one hundred percent.”

#persona 5 #p5 #akira kurusu #ren amamiya #goro akechi #ann takamaki #makoto niijima #ryuji sakamoto #fanfiction #fic #fanfic #来栖暁 #雨宮蓮 #高巻杏 #新島真 #坂本竜司

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White Knight: White Queen Falls

Weiss: *misses the step from the porch to the garden in Haven*

Weiss: Oh, sweet, dark god, why have you come for me?

Jaune: *runs up*

Weiss: I think I twisted my ankle.

Jaune: I'll help you.

Weiss: Easy, easy. You'll have to carry me to the couch.

Jaune: *gently picks her up and carries her into the house, and pauses*

Weiss: *closed eyes and blissful smile*

Jaune: *pauses as he stares at her*

Jaune: How's the?..

Weiss: *opens her eyes*

Weiss: *stares at him with a brilliant smile*

Weiss: *eyes wide with shock*

Weiss: *forces a frown*

Weiss: Oh, no, my ankle...

Jaune: *glare*

Weiss: Thank you so much for carrying me to the couch.

Weiss: *kisses him on the cheek*

Jaune: *glare*

Weiss: *looks him in the eyes*

Jaune: Do you want to tell me what's going on here?

Weiss: My sweet white knight has come to save me.

Jaune: *glare*

Weiss: Alright, alright, put me down and I'll explain it.

Jaune: *lays her down on the couch*

Weiss: *grabs him by the back of the neck to stop him from standing back up*

Jaune: *stands back up, now with Weiss hanging from around his neck*

Weiss: You... certainly... seem to have... put on a good deal of muscle...

Jaune: *glare*

Weiss: Alright, alright. This time I am 100% sincere. If you could just... let me down here...

Jaune: *kneels down*

Weiss: *let's go and steps on the ground*

Weiss: *weak ankle gives away and she falls into Jaune's arms*

Weiss (muffled in Jaune's chest): This time I swear it was entirely an accident. The couch, if you would?

Jaune: *rolls his eyes*

Jaune: *gently, delicately seats her on the couch*

Weiss: *cough*

Weiss: *clears her throat*

Weiss: Yes, well, this did not exactly go according to plan. Now, do you want the full story, or should we skip to the most important part.

Jaune: *sits down on another couch*

Jaune: I'm actually curious as to what you've been doing.

Weiss: Well, you see, the plan was to fall, and then have me dear and precious white knight come to my aid.

Jaune: *questioning look*

Weiss: You see, at Haven, I was so overwhelmed with what happened, and could not respond properly. I felt it was terribly rude of me.

Jaune: Huh?

Weiss: If wanted to thank you.

Jaune: And you did that... by... falling down?

Weiss: If I must explain the entirety of my plan. One, fall down.

Jaune: Right.

Weiss: Two, you come and rescue you.

Jaune: Two for two.

Weiss: Three, you carry me link a princess.

Jaune: Three for three.

Weiss: And as you place me on the couch I plant a passionate kiss on your lips.

Jaune: I... kind of screwed that part up...

Weiss: I also was not expecting to... actually injure myself... If you would be so kind?

Jaune: *stands up and walks over*

Jaune: *kneels down in front of her*

Jaune: *grabs her ankle and concentrates to channel his aura into it*

Weiss: *grabs him by the back of the neck*

Jaune: Think it would work a second time?

Weiss: I...

Jaune: *picks Weiss up and pulls her into a magnifiscent kiss*

Yang: That was a really elaborate way to get a kiss.

Weiss: *tries to say something*

Jaune: *won't let her go*

Yang: Okay, it's turning into one hell of a kiss.

Jaune: *drops Weiss onto the couch*

Weiss: *delicately bounces*

Jaune: *sits on the couch beside her*

Jaune: *pulls her into his lap*

Jaune: *kisses her passionately*

Yang: Okay, it's getting kind of steamy in here.

Jaune: *breaks the kiss*

Weiss: *pants adorably*

Jaune: *holds her around her waist*

Weiss: Hardly a way to hold a proper lady.

Jaune: If I knew you wanted to be a damsel in distress, I would have helped you a long time ago.

Yang: Thats was...

Jaune: *holds up his index finger to her*

Jaune: *points at a nearby chair*

Yang: *moves over to the chair and sits down*

Jaune: So, tell me, Snow Angel, does this mean what I think it does?

Weiss: *still panting*

Jaune: I'm going to assume it does. Yang, did you have anything constructive to add?

Yang: Constructive? No.

Jaune: Did you take pictures?

Yang: No.

Weiss: That was...

Jaune: *passionately kisses her once again*

Yang: *starts taking pictures*

Jaune: *ends the kiss*

Jaune: So, Snow Angel, you're mine now, do you understand.

Weiss: I... I mean...

Jaune: Yes or no.

Weiss: Yes!

Jaune: That's all I need to hear.

Weiss: But my love bubbling up inside me, threatening to burst out like sea spray on the shore?

Jaune: *quick kiss*

Jaune: I've been in love with you since I first met you. All I need to hear is yes.

Weiss: Y...

Jaune: *kisses her*

Jaune: But yes means yes. I don't want to play around. I don't want a one time thing. I want truly - madly - deeply... Do you understand?

Weiss: *heavy breathing*

Yang: Give her a minute to catch her breath.

Jaune: No. *kisses Weiss again*

Jaune: I rather enjoy her like this, and I don't want to let her go.

Yang: Even if she says so?

Jaune: *kisses Weiss*

Jaune: All she has to say is no.

Weiss: *panting*

Jaune: *wraps his right hand in hers*

Jaune: So, what do you say, Snow Angel?

Weiss: *panting*

Weiss: Y...

Jaune: *kisses her on the back of the neck*

Weiss: YES!

Jaune: *kisses her on the cheek*

Jaune: You're all mine.

Ruby and Oscar: *stunned silence on the stairs*

Nora: Can we do it?

Ren: Go ahead.

Nora: ABSOLUTELY MAGNIFISCENTLY AWESOME! Totally epic! Wooo! LEADER!

Ren: Congradulations are in order.

Qrow: I hope you know what you are getting into, kid. Schnees aren't exactly easy to handle.

Jaune: The only thing that slowed me down so far is no. I love her fussiness, her grace and charm, elegance and cunning, brilliance and how she is just quite frankly better than the rest of us.

Weiss: I am no such thing.

Jaune: If you are mine then you can be my precious doll.

Weiss: *blushes and hides her head in his shoulder*

Jaune: I want Weiss Schnee, fussiness and all.

Weiss (into his shoulder): I'm not that fussy.

Jaune: I never said it was a bad thing.

Qrow: You and me are two completely different people, kid. It might actually work out for you. I can still feel her cold eyes staring into my soul...

Qrow: *drinks from his flask*

Jaune: Of the two, I got the far more passionate one.

Weiss: Am I really?

Yang: I'd say.

Jaune: You are a cool beauty, but I can see passed that to your compassionate soul.

Weiss: You can?

Jaune: You just do your best to hide it, because...

Weiss: *hides her head in his shoulder*

Yang: Since the gang's all here, let's take a vote. Who thinks we should upgrade Vomit Boy to Vomit Man?

Ruby: Mee!

Weiss: *huffs*

Ren: That is an improvement.

Nora: Vomit Man!

Qrow: *snears and takes another sip*

Yang: Blake?

Blake: *rolls her eyes*

Yang: Looks like Jaune's the tie breaker.

Jaune: Abstain.

Weiss: Motion deadlocked, cannot pass without a majority vote. I'm sure we can think of something much more charming for him.

Yang: Ladykiller?

Weiss: *squeezes him tight*

Weiss: The only lady he's going to kill is... *sighs*

Yang: *snickering*

Weiss: I swear you did that on purpose.

Qrow: How about Blondie?

Yang: I'm not Blondie!

Qrow: I know, that's why I'm trying to give it to him.

Jaune: Yeah, she's Goldilocks.

Yang: Says who?

Jaune: The Weiss knight of Schnee.

Yang: *bursts out laughing*

Weiss: You are not... I mean... I would prefer it not be to my family...

Jaune: I know how much your legacy means to you...

Jaune (whispering): ...and how much you hate it.

Weiss: *contented smile*

Yang (snickering): Yellow Snow

Weiss: *highly offended huff*

Ren: You could just join Nora and I in calling him Leader.

Qrow: Simple, to the point, and I'll have to say, he's a natural leader. Reminds me of another blond-haired doofus I used to know...

Jaune: Who?

Ruby: Dad of course!

Jaune: Taiyang?

Yang: Dad was pretty cool... back in the day...

Qrow: I'll be sure to tell him you said that. Anyway, Blond-leader-kid, are you willing to take responsibility for everyone here?

Qrow: *points at him, wobbling slightly*

Weiss: As long as I get first dibs on him.

Qrow: She's as strong willed as her sister, but I'll have to say you definitely got the sweeter of the two.

Weiss: What is your problem with my sister?

Qrow: Oh, the usual. She's so dedicated to chasing after the tinman... and we disagree... on pretty much everything...

Weiss: General Ironwood?

Qrow: Yeah, general. *rolls his eyes* But now that we're all one big, happy family, someone less drunk than me can smash all of your letters together and make something pronouncable out of it. Yeah, I'm part of a team again, wooo...

Weiss: And what do you have against esprit de corps?

Qrow: Just that my semblance has a babit of ruining things for everyone, and I'm not exactly happy about it.

Yang: There's a reason Uncle Qrow drinks so much.

Qrow: Alright. I think I've been more than enough of a party pooper. You kids enjoy yourselves. I'll be miserable under the tree all by myself.

Qrow (mumbling): They are all really good kids. Kids weren't that good when I was a kid...

#rwby #white knight #jaune arc #weiss schnee #not tagging everyone #everyone's there #including pyrrha #at least in spirit

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elsanna-shenanigans · 6 years

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September Contest Results

For the first time in contest history we’ve had something occur:

We have... a TIE! Eighth and Tenth place not only tied first in favorite votes, but also with kudos (which usually determines our tie breakers). Congratulations to Betelgeuse and Last Minute! And fantastic job to the rest of our contenders!

All of the entries are below in case anyone wants to give them another read. If you want credit for your entry, let us know! Come join us on discord or send us a message!

Once again, thank you to everyone who participated! See you next month!

#elsanna #september 2018 contest #results

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duckball · 6 years

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Episode XXIII : SWAN SONG

I can't believe Rockstar is getting evicted on Ellen and Portia's anniversary

okay....so the episode hasn't even started yet and this has been a season for twists and blind sides though if Kaycee goes home at the end of this hour well....well I guess I'd be speechless

It's day 58 in the Big Brother House BUT FIRST before we head into tonight's Live Eviction lets jump back to the aftermath of the Veto meeting.....

It's bittersweet for Tyler as he saved Angela but his alliance made Kaycee is back on the block but she's taking it in stride after all she is the BB Hacker and can remove one vote to swing things in her favor also you know Level 4 (I refuse to call them Level 6) runs the house....I'd say I feel bad for Hayleigh but Karma can be a bitchy mistress

Rockstar is on the Block for the THIRD time but is confident it's not the charm to send her to jury house as she thinks she 100% has Fessy, Sam, and Scottie on her side and JC normally goes with the majority of the house (like the floater he is)

Tyler says he really didn't like seeing Rockstar get caught up but she only has Hayleigh to think (like I said karma) she's all defensive but wants to talk to Kaycee alone and apologizes for her being on the block saying that Angela is entitled and gets everything she wants and feels bad that Kaycee has to go home cause of this... Kaycee is then laughing about the conversation with Angela .... it's going to be 5-1 but NOT in the way Hayleigh and Rockstar think

Tyler pretty much tells Sam that he can't spend too much time with her as he needs people to not realize they made a final two deal at the start of the game HOWEVER in the DR Tyler admits he has a lot of irons in the fire and he wants to make sure he keeps as many deals as he can .... though you know who else had final two deals with the majority of the house PAUL and I've told my co-worker that If Tyler ends up final two we could very well have a repeat of last years finale night

We then get a Hayleigh/Fessy montage and like I say whenever there is a showmance package

Rockstar notices Brett has been keeping his distance from his usual peers (which was a caculated plan to throw off the sent of Level 4) and so she wants to use this to her advantage and bury any and all the hatchets they've had and work together after all expect the unexpected and what would be more unexpected them them having a side aliance.... however like I said before Brett being aloof from Level 4 is all a ruse and like with Angela and Kaycee he he laughing behind Rockstars back both in the DR and with his buddies

Hayleigh then asks Brett (who is also being buddy buddy with her as a smokescreen) suggests Brett help Rockstar work on her eviction night speech as he's done some kick ass speeches you know like the one he gave on ROCKSTARS DAUGHTERS BIRTHDAY

Fessy knows that they are probably going to cancel his vote but again that side is under the assumption that Sam, Scottie, JC, and Brett are all TEAM ROCKSTAR

After the break we are heading for a clip package with Tyler's family to pad time since HOH tonight is the slip and slide endurence compitition and I'm even more as indifferent to thouse as I am to showmances so see you at bloodbath...er I mean eviction ceremony

Kaycee gives thanks to the all girls alliance not just the first one that was underhanded but the second one that excluded Sam she wouldn't be on the block if it wasn't for her...she gives a shoutout to friends family and the other houseguests and hopes they keep 'this little peanut' in the game

After giving shoutouts to family Rockstar turns to the houseguests and says to Sam she doesn't think she was ever excluded in anything and she loves her... there is a very clear alliance of Angela, Kaycee and Tyler... Angela has a close alliance with Tyler as has been seen veto after veto and if you keep Kaycee you're enabling those three strong competitive players to knock everyone else out into jury out one by one so think of your games

Like predicted Kayc---er I mean the Hacker blocked Fessy from voting and so he as well as the nominees... Hayleigh can only vote as a tie breaker

Angela votes to evict Rockstar

JC votes to evict Rockstar

Sam votes to evict Rockstar

Scottie votes to evict Kaycee

Brett votes to evict Rockstar

it's official Rockstar is out and we all know Tyler would vote for her too making it 5-1 in Kaycee's favor

She didn't seem bitter as she said her goodbyes giving everyone a hug before heading out to meet Julie so that's a plus

She admits to Julie that she wasn't expecting it.... Julie can't confirm anything as now Rockstar is in jury and she can't taint the jury pool but she asks if she knows who was the person who voted for Kaycee and Rockstar says most likely Sam.... WRONG....she says it's cause she and Sam have had late night talks and they have a special bond... Julie asks who she feels most betrayed about and she says whatever member of production came up with the Hacker Twist.... Julie brings up the Veto and her slipping to Tyler the answer costing her veto and she said she doubted herself and it was a teaching moment. Julie states how she came so close to winning things and made it through two other evictions and asks why she thinks she was a target and Rockstar says it's cause she's a fighter. Julie asks why she moved from her side to shake things up with Brett and she says it was Brett's idea....she says Hayleigh and Fessy are good but the others....

We then see the goodbye messages.....

she says she is a good read of people as the two people she thought were entitled brats were entitled brats and she thought she would last longer but at least she made it to jury

it's a standard slip and slide HOH this seasons theme being they are at a rave and need to fill up their glow sticks with bio-luminescent oil they can choose to fill the larger stick to earn HOH or the smaller one to win $5K the first one to fill the large stick and remove the ping pong ball wins HOH

Stay tuned Sunday to see who will win Head Of Household and who will be placed on the block, Wednesday's Power of Veto is another fan favorite as the ZING BOT returns and Thursday another member heads the jury house and I'm genuinely surprised that once again it's NOT a double eviction especially as my cable guide is saying Friday the 24th is a special Friday episode and I was really sure it would be a jury buy back....oh well... until next time....

#big brother #big brother 20 #bb20 #bbus #big brother us #big brother recap

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multiverseofmiracleshq · 4 years

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Following the death of Nathan Summers, the Quiet Council of Krakoa convened to discuss the incident. Shortly after the start of the session the younger Nathan Summers arrived and announced that he had killed his future self due to his failure to return the time displaced original X-Men to their own timeline. What followed was a debate about how to proceed, especially when lives were at risk.

THIS IS THE OFFICIAL COMPLETE CHAT LOG COVERAGE OF THE IC

ERIK: “Alright everyone, let’s settle in.” The mutants gathered in the room before him had gathered but the room was buzzing with chatter. Erik’s voice rang out over them, and then he waited as the noise gradually quieted down. “As I am guessing most of you know by now, Cable aka Nathan Summers has been killed. We still do not know who or what is responsible--”

CABLE: “You know it’s rude to talk about someone behind their back, right?” Nate spoke up from where he lingered casually in the doorway. He had taken a few moments to listen but what he had to say was much more important in the long run. Taking a few steps in and letting the door close behind him, he waited a few seconds to let the room get their bearings and focus in. “Nah, I’m teasing. I know you’re talking about the old Cable and not me-- and believe me, there’s a difference. The biggest one now being that I am alive and he’s dead, but that’s for the best. He wasn’t doing his job, and therefore he wasn’t useful anymore.” His eyes-- both glowing and not-- were glued to the floor in front of him as he walked. But when he stopped, Nate looked up and addressed the room as a whole. “You guys have no idea what mess you’re making. Old Cable let it go for far too long, and I’m on the verge of making that same mistake. But I won’t. And the first thing I scratched off the list was taking the older me out of the equation-- so you’re welcome. Now we need to talk. Specifically about how the young X-Men team being here is fucking over not only their older selves, but the timeline as a whole. So, are we all ready to figure this out?”

JIMMY: Jimmy was only invited as a courtesy and he had no real say in anything that was going on, which he understood, but it still pissed him the hell off. He was here for Jean and the rest of his team. He didn't want to just sit by as his friends and love were taken from him against their will. He first listened closely to Nate but his tone was too aggressive for Jimmy's taste and his eyes glared daggers at Nate. His jaw was clenched and his knuckles were white but he held his breath and didn't open his mouth.

EMMA: “Dear Lord.” Emma sighed, one gloved hand hovering over downcast eyes. The theatrics of it all were truly something. Moving to peer over steepled fingers, the blonde glanced from Nathan to his father and then back to the boy who had killed himself. “So what you’re saying, darling, is that instead of filing a formal complaint you’ve gone ahead and murdered yourself so that you could make a dramatic statement? These children have been here for half a decade. Why now the big acts? Don’t forget our laws: harm no man. I believe that applies to yourself as well.”

DOUG: "And at best it's suicide. Which isn't great." He replied from the bows of Krakoa. "And that's only with a sturdy case." He said as he grasped his chin with his cybernetic arm thinking over the semantics.

TIME-DISPLACED SCOTT: "We've already had this discussion." Scott followed Emma's words, his voice rising among the idle chatter. "Five years ago-" ten, if they were being technical, "We were in agreeance that we weren't going back, not after what we learned after getting here. You can't doom us to our fates and then just expect us to go willingly." Being herded into this room, the five of them -- the Original X-Men, Scott's suspicions grew, but there was no way Erik incited this. Still, he remained defensive.

JEAN: “He’s right.” Jean instantly reached out, hand grabbing Scott’s in solidarity for a moment before she realized what she had done and quickly dropped it. “You’re condemning me to death if I go back.” Sure, Jean was resurrected but that wasn’t the point. “You’re going to shove Bobby back in the closet, Scott becomes a megalomaniac and who the hell knows what happens to Warren and Hank is -- well, Hank is the exception here. The point is, we always said we wouldn’t go back and that hasn’t changed. I won’t do it.”

TIME-DISPLACED BOBBY: Bobby visibly deflated at Jean’s words and the implications of the entire scenario. His older counterpart placed a steady hand on the younger mutant’s shoulder in a subtle show of support, but the more Bobby thought about it, the less sense everything made. His head was spinning and he was teetering on the verge of a panic attack. No, not right now. That was the last thing they needed.

TIME-DISPLACED HANK: "Thank you?" Hank responded raising an eyebrow not entirely sure if he should take that as a compliment or being disregarded. "Regardless of what happened with the... Late Cable." He said uncomfortably. "Our situation was declared relatively different, no? That out being here wouldn't have such drastic effects on the timeline. That we're here to create a better future and avoid what you have created. We've made lives for ourselves here. Created relationships, formed bonds, and become an integral part of key events in the timeline, for better or worse we are he now. And by George, I intend to stay here by any means necessary until proper evidence is provided to me that we are doing more harm than good." He sounded like an old man again, dammit.

CABLE: “Wow, you’re funny.” Nate turned to Emma with a wide sarcastic smile. “Who exactly would I file a complaint to, huh? Myself? Well like I just said, the guy wasn’t doing his job so it falls to me. I’ve got no one else to turn to, and I know a hell of a lot more about what’s going on than any of you.” His words were slightly hostile, but it was out of frustration. He anticipated that there would be push back, but dealing with it wasn’t his strongest quality. He was more of a shoot first, ask questions later kind of guy. “Jean, listen--” he focused in on the young version of his mother and let out a sharp exhale. Then he turned to Hank. “I get why you’re concerned, but let’s look at the big picture here, okay? Do you know what’s been happening to the other team? My guess is you don’t, and my other guess is that they don’t either. My guess is that their heads are starting to get fuzzy. Things might be a bit harder to remember, their sense of self might be a little off. Isn’t that right guys? Think about it.” Nate glanced to the older X-Man team as he asked the question, eyebrows raised in anticipation as he let them ponder it for a moment. “That��s just the start. You want the fast version of this? Staying here is killing them. Plain and simple.”

KEVIN: “There’s plenty of X-Men to go around! What’s your point!” Kevin piped up from the back of the room, hands cupped around his mouth as he interjected before immediately pretending it wasn’t him that had just spoken. A stifled chuckle followed.

SCOTT: "Erasing us from history." Scott looked first at Nate, and then turned to look at his younger self. "Years ago we could handle it, but looks like time is up." He was oddly chilly in his demeanor, his lips drawing into a hard line. He understood where their past selves were coming from --- but with the nation of Krakoa, there were other things that were more important than the original x-men wanting to escape their destinies. "How do we send them back?"

DOUG: "Please remember this is the quiet council." He said directed towards where he heard the off the cuff remark.

EMMA: Reclining back in her chair, a brief kiss was blown towards the boy. “Thank you, darling, it’s why your father cheated on your mother with me. If you filed a complaint it would be with us. The Council. We have these lovely oversized chairs for a reason.” Her mouth froze, lips parted as her Rook ( who was more work than expected ) felt the need to interject himself. “But, believe it or not, I agree with Nathan and Scott. The kids have to go. It’s nothing personal, Jeannie. I’ve grown quite fond of you all.” That was directed at the younger Scott. “I can, however, hear the thoughts of your counterparts and they’re a jumbled mess. You’d think Jean would have something to say by now, wouldn’t you?” Although blue eyes attempted to meet green the older Jean kept her eyes trained down at the white surface of their table. “As I was saying,” Emma resumed. “I love a little danger but this has gone on for long enough. Five mutants don’t need to die so that five others can continue an extended field trip.”

HANK: Hank was dreading this. He had managed to connect the dots before it was pointed out by the more experienced time traveler. Between the muddled thoughts in the labs forgetting his passwords for the X-Force systems among countless other small particulars, it was all beginning to climax into a terrible finish. "Need we be so crass?" He interjected with some tension but mainly fatigue in his voice. "The situation is dismal, but let us not be so quick to give up hope. Star and garters, the amount of time we've faced death sentences and came out on top of them is unheard of." He said looking to his teammates for support. "However, that doesn't mean we aren't facing a problem. How to send them back is the easy part, from what I can imagine. I brought them here and I can most assuredly send them back." He locked eyes with his young counterpart. His flesh untainted from his own experience. The face he longed to have again through most of his life was staring back at him. "But I can't in good faith recreate it without knowing we've done all we can to mitigate damages and solve these problems."

ILLYANA: “It seems simple to me,” Illyana shrugged. “We defend Krakoa and mutants and they’re hurting the mutants.” That being said, she was still abstaining her honorary vote unless it was a tie-breaker. “It’s just memory problems so far?”

CHARLES: The telepath had been relatively quiet so far, just observing and taking everything in as well as attempting to sort through a cacophony of thoughts, but now seemed as good a time as any to speak up, “Perhaps—“ he addressed Illyana’s observation before speaking to the group in general, “But the situation is much more complicated than many of you seem to believe.”

CABLE: Nate scoffed. “What you guys have going here is nice and all but I answer only to myself. We’re all at least finally understanding what’s happening here-- yes, Dad. That’s exactly what’s happening.” He motioned to older Scott, giving him a nod and then standing up straight again. “Surprise surprise, I also have the means of getting them back. That’s not the problem. Getting them back will close the loop, and then we deal with any fallout after it’s done. Things are getting messy. Mini Warren got rid of his feathers and grown-up Jean is going to have a kid. And that means we have to start sorting everything out soon. Soon meaning now.”

LOGAN: “Wait, excuse me?” The words blurted out of Logan’s mouth before he had a chance to think about it. Brows furrowed heavily as he stared confusingly at Nate and then turned to Jean in a panic. “Are you really--?”

RACHEL: The redhead got up from her seat suddenly, disregarding the sudden moral crisis Logan had been thrust into, and moved to stand by her inter-dimensional sibling, “There’s only one logical answer to all this— and you’re looking at him,” Rachel may not have been given a vote, but she’d sure as hell make her opinion heard, “I don’t understand why this is so hard to decide. It’s your future’s we’re talking about.” Her gaze moved between the younger mutants before shifting to their older counterparts, “—and your presents.”

LAURA: One brow automatically arched as she glanced from the still silent Jean Grey to the way her father had instinctively reacted. In the words of Emma Frost - unfortunately - dear lord.

SCOTT: For a moment, Scott didn't hear what Nathan said, too focused on the discussion at hand to give any attention beyond the main point: the original X-Men needed to return to their time. "Then it's decided," As he spoke, he relayed Nathan's words back through his mind, a processing technique. The cogs began to turn, and Logan interrupted his speech just as he reached Nathan's concluding words. His expression was far more flat, half-hidden by the visor that covered his eyes, but his entire focus shifted. First to Logan. Then to Jean. He hated staring at her like this, dumbfounded and putting her on the spot, but he couldn't stop himself. No matter how much he tried to get back on topic, refocus, he couldn't pull his eyes away from her.

HANK: He turned to Jean with eyes wide. The first thing he wondered was who was the father but that was a question for later. "Mazel tov." He said before looking at the younger versions of themselves with a a saddened look. This complicated things. Now it wasn't just effecting them but another. A new budding life. While Jean had met many of her alternate reality offspring this would be the first of her own. "That's exactly why it's so hard to decide, Rachel. I look at the Hank before me. So young, undefeated and full of potential and I can't but hope he has a better life than I. Creates more than I did and becomes a better man than I am."

LORNA: “So, basically, we got called in here to have another Grey-Summers drama session with a dash of Wolverine, Ice-Man, Angel and Beast.” Lorna flashed a snarky smile. “I would have that saving the time stream would look less like an episode of Days of Our Lives.”

JIMMY: So, they want to send his girlfriend back in time so Logan can have a baby with her? That's some bullshit.

TIME-DISPLACED HANK: As his future self looked at him and said all that he saw in him he felt his tear-ducts begin to swell, but he fought it off. Since meeting his older self he has felt so insecure. That he was so behind in comparison to him. That he'd never amount to be someone like him no matter how hard he tried, but that's not how the older Hank saw it. Between that and the punch to the gut he felt from hearing Jean was also having pregnant made him feel all sorts of off kilter. Muttering to mainly Jean but also the rest of his team, "You're pregnant? I mean she's pregnant? Should we... Should we really be fighting this if that's the case?"

RACHEL: “And?” Rachel raised an eyebrow at the older Hank as the commotion regarding Jean’s news continued on, “Wouldn’t sending him back be the smartest option? He’d be back in his own time with the experience and knowledge that you’ve been able to provide for him while he was here, but with no further risk to your wellbeing.”

JEAN: It wasn’t supposed to come out like that. Jean had meant to tell them but it was hard when her mind kept feeling like it was turned inside out. Sometimes she forgot the day, other times where she was or what she had been doing. The worst of it came when a memory itself vanished, becoming a gaping hole where her history had slowly slipped away. It was because of Young Jean, they originally said. Her death had loosened Jean’s hold in time. She was going to slip away because not only was she without a past but because that past had gone and died, causing their connection to rupture ever so slightly. So, yes. Jean was pregnant. She could have told them at a better time but there was just a lot going on. Scott’s eyes were on her and Hank was talking and Logan was concerned and jesus, did she have to vomit. That wasn’t easy to hide. Her younger self was also staring and suddenly it was hot --- “ --I’m sorry.” Jean was on her feet and out of the room in a heartbeat, barely making it out the door and around the corner before emptying her stomach. The morning sickness had been getting worse and worse but it wasn’t an excuse to hide. Wiping at her face, Jean stood on shaky legs and made her way back into the chamber. “Sorry, again. Nate’s telling to the truth. I just wasn’t ready for all of this.” She waved a hand. “I've never wanted them to go back, but I have to ask what happens to us if they stay.”

HANK :"I think you're missing one key detail here Rachel. One of the reasons why this is so significant. If we send this back we'd have to erase their memories of their time here. Make them forget everything they've learned here, how they've grown, and the relationships they made so as to not cause excessive dissonance in the timeline after they try to alter history on such a scale."

TIME-DISPLACED SCOTT: The fight left him in a rush, deflating his sense of conviction and Scott struggled to find his voice. He couldn't look at Jean, not the Jean standing next to him, and not the Jean standing before him. He kept his eyes down for longer than a few heartbeats, trying to collect his thoughts. "It doesn't change the fact that we were pulled here, by you--" he looked up at the older Hank, his voice quieter but still holding strength. "to change him." he pointed at his older self, who was still looking at Jean. "To fix his mess. Well, if you didn't notice, I'm destined to turn out just like him and you can't expect me to just accept that." Scott was ignoring the news of Jean's pregnancy. That wasn't his Jean --- his Jean was standing right next to him, and in the moment, she was the only Jean he cared about.

BOBBY: Bobby rushed to the aid of his best friend, knowing full well how strong she was and that she’d be able to handle herself, but offering an arm for support nonetheless, “—guess we’ve got one more to worry about now,” Bobby let out a weak laugh, giving Jean a hopeful smile as he waited for someone else to take charge of the conversation. The direction they seemed to be headed didn’t feel entirely close to a valid solution and that frustrated the hell out of Bobby.

TIME-DISPLACED JEAN: “How could you not tell me?” The words fell out of Jean’s mouth, the hurt evident. This was them that she was talking about. Rachel and Nate were great but they were from an alternate reality and a clone respectively. Jean had never had any kids of her own and now that she was going to it was a reason to force her younger self away. Maybe it was because she was young that Jean could excuse her own selfishness. “You guys are all messes. Look at you. Beast tried to break time, we all know about Scott and you?” she turned to her older self. “You got knocked up at the worst possible time with a baby you don’t even know the father of. None of this is our fault so why should we have to suffer for it? Hank,” Jean’s shoulders fell as she looked to her teammate. She’d always known his feelings and it was wrong to try and leverage them, but her mind wouldn’t stop racing. “Reason with them. Please.” Not a beg, but close.

SCOTT: "You don't know who the father is?" His words came out on their own volition, falling from his lips quietly. Like a murmur to himself. His eyes slid a glance towards Logan before Scott's resolve took over, and he just turned away from them both. Finally refocusing. In that moment, Jean's pregnancy fell within the parameters of the law, and nothing else. Any other matters would be discussed somewhere else. Not here. Not in front of everyone. "This isn't up for discussion." He said, words directed at the original x-men. "Hank made a bad call by bringing you here. Doesn't mean he was never supposed to rectify it."

EMMA: If she hadn’t already posed with her head in her hands Emma would have done so again. This was precisely why she never wanted children. They were either offing themselves to prove points or appearing in your womb at inopportune times. “Logan, be a dear and help Jeannie sit down.” Emma instructed gently. She looked pale and the last thing they needed was any more throw-up around. Scott was standing there looking stunned as if the entire Island didn’t know. She did feel for him in that moment. “You’re being dramatic, Jean,” she turned to the younger version. “And selfish. There will be a time in the future where you’ll have to face your younger self and you won’t like what you see. All level headed members are in agreeance. Charles? Erik?”

TIME-DISPLACED WARREN: Younger Warren wasn’t paying too much attention to what was just revealed about Jean. Instead, he was feeling defensive about his choice to get new wings. He folded them in closer to his body and crossed his arms, glancing around at his team to see if they had any reaction and finding that there were too many other things to focus on. His eyes wandered over to Laura, where they lingered as he thought about leaving and never seeing her again. He didn’t want his memories erased. He made changes so he wouldn’t follow the same path he had followed before and now that was all going to be erased. “I’m with Scott. Who cares that I got new wings, I didn’t do it just for the hell of it. Some of us have done things to make the future-- our future-- better. There’s gotta be a way we can keep that for ourselves.”

CABLE: Nate gave Rachel a small smile as she took a place next to him. He was used to doing things alone. But it was nice to have a reminder that he didn’t have to have the entire world at his throat all the time. Breaking the news of Jean’s pregnancy caused a bit of an uproar-- it wasn’t his fault that she hadn’t told anyone. They needed to know the facts, and that was one of the facts. “Good point Hank. Thank goodness you guys have a telepath on the team to make that whole process easier. Will you all just shut up!” He was getting more and more frustrated, and he echoed his father’s mentality. “This isn’t supposed to be a debate! I came here more as a courtesy to let you all know what has to be done. It’s not just your lives at risk. The timeline is going to frazzle apart and go in a direction I can’t see-- and that scares the hell out of me.”

CHARLES: Charles nodded in agreement, addressing the younger Cable with a tone of understanding, “I think we should allow Nate to continue to speak, disregarding present er— situations.” Forcing a polite smile Charles gestured to Jean at that.

HANK: This was turning into unbridled chaos and he was growing irritated and distressed by it. He was losing his track of thought with how to debate this, how to calm the situation and show their side of things as best as he possibly could, but then he hear Jean. Looking over to her, seeing the drop in her shoulders and the fear in her eyes he couldn't resist. This was the woman he fell in love with years ago. The woman that he wished for but never dared to say a thing, but he couldn't say no to her. Hank took off his glasses and slid them into his shirt pocket and stood from his seat. "Ahem!" He said clearing his throat as loudly as possible to attempt and silence the room in a respectful way. "With all do respect Scott." He said looking to the elder version. "This is entirely up for debate and in fact no decision has been made, so let's not speak in absolutes, yes? We have gathered here today not for a sentencing like my friends and I, or rather, your friends, comrades, and allies are some common criminal being excommunicated for wrong doings. We are undeniably innocent in all of this, victims of your own desires, squables and failures. As harsh as that may sound it is undeniably the truth. If we're going to hold a vote let us do it with educated voters, yes? Not charged by emotion or fear. So let's look at the facts. We have been here for years and have been significantly changed by the timeline and changed the timeline, which alone could damage the timeline, but in theory that could be remedied by putting in mental blocks. Although we've seen Jean's experience with overcoming them so who's to say that will fully work. Furthermore, Nathan. Your main point is on the timeline. You have far more experience in time travel than the rest of us here, that is a fact. However, have you done much research into time travel, learning its secrets and understanding ways to improve it or methods to help paradoxes through the use of technology, stabilizers, implants to prevent temporal memory slippage? If not, I suggest we attempt just that. Nate, Dr. McCoy, Forge, Doug Ramsey, myself and anyone else capable of the challenge can gather together and solve this problem like we - as x-men - have done countless times before."

LOGAN: Logan’s mind had gone practically blank after Nate revealed the news. He heard people talking, but his senses were just blank. Scott said something and it registered after the fact, and then Logan was gently steadying Jean as she made her way back over. “You alright?” His voice was almost as a whisper as he moved them over to the closest empty seat.

CABLE: “Are you seriously suggesting we sit around in a lab and do experiments while we lets things go to shit? You’re damn right I know more than the rest of you and that’s why you all should be listening to me!” Nate had finally snapped. “We don’t have time for votes, we don’t have time for any of this! Time travel has been the center of my entire life-- I know what I’m doing. And they’re going back as soon as the loose ends are tied up, including figuring out a way to get Warren some new wings.”

LAURA: Warren. The fact that her biggest reason the young X-Men to stay was a personal one should have been a sign to Laura that they needed to go. Her lack of a vote was surprisingly comfortable. At Cable’s words though, her brows furrowed. “You’re going to do what?”

JIMMY: Finally fed up to his feet and chimed in, rather aggressively at that, "Would you shut the fuck up, murder boy? God dammit! If your resolution to a problem is just blowing someones head to fucking kingdom come I ain't interested in shit you have to say! Throwin' the mother of all piss fits just because hanks making you feel like a dumbass for challenging you? Go to hell!"

JEAN: Scott’s silence was unnerving her. It was also strange that Emma of all people seemed to be trying to help, so she moved from Bobby’s arm with a thankful smile to Logan’s as he guided her back to her seat. “My son just announced to the world I was pregnant and my younger self outed me as not knowing who the father is. Which, I guess means we should talk.” And Scott too. Jean needed to talk to her husband. The law was make more mutants and she had Logan had never hidden it. She just hadn’t expected this. “I don’t know how to feel.” Jean paused, mind trying to go over everything. “Why’d we call this meeting again?”

CABLE: “You’re flying buddy is going to get an upgrade-- or downgrade, depending on how you look at it. Trading in fire and metal for feathers and bone.” Nathan addressed Laura, completely ignoring Warren’s face going a ghost white as he explained what was going to happen. Then Jimmy exploded and he had no choice but to clench his jaw tight and hold back as he gathered his thoughts. “I don’t give a damn what you think of me. Any of you. My job is to see what needs fixing and get it done. You know where making friends and staying around somewhere too long got the older Cable? It got him into a mess he didn’t want to get out of! And that’s a problem! And guess what junior-- you have no say in this. So I don’t give a shit about what you have to say either.”

TIME-DISPLACED JEAN: “Jimmy!” Despite the other other guys on her team Jean knew she had no business leaning on emotionally, she was actually in a relationship with someone in the room. She jumped to her feet as well, pink energy snapping off of her. “Hank made a lot of really good points and you all just bulldozed over them to keep yelling at each other like it’s your lives that are going to be ruined. And a vote? Do we even get one?”

TIME-DISPLACED BOBBY: Bobby knew he was one person who’s opinion was the least wanted at this moment, but in the heat of the moment he spoke up, over the din of the increasingly angered conversations, “I’ll go. If— if I have to. If it’s for the better. If it’ll stop all this- this time nonsense-“ hands flew up to his face to gesture frustratedly, “—I’ll go willingly.”

LAURA: That put her on edge. Warren looked scared and she automatically moved closer to him. Logan was bent over Jean and she wondered if he felt the same surge of protectiveness. Everyone in the room was capable but sometimes you felt more so than others. “It is one thing if they want to, but you cannot forcefully hurt them.”

TIME-DISPLACED JEAN: “--Bobby!” Jean didn’t have to say Judas. Her tone implied it very clearly.

JIMMY: "What?! Oh..." He said immediately looking guilty once he realized who he just yelled at. He remained standing and watched as his sister came to their aid as well.

EMMA: Emma Frost had, at the end of the day, great respect for Scott Summers. She had loved him at his worst and she supported him at his best. Personally, she had never cared for the furry Canadian so her allegiance was incredibly obvious. “I motion that the Council enacts a vote, as called upon by Captain Summers. Yell all you want, Nate darling, but you are not God. Not here. Do I have a second?”

TIME-DISPLACED HANK: "Bobby, don't." He said sternly. "Scott." He said talking to the older one. "I called for a fair and educated vote and that's what I would like to see tonight. Not all this yelling." He said shooting looks at all the guilty parties. "But should we take a vote. I implore you. All of you. To remember what I've said before you cast your vote."

ERIK: Erik, who had been eerily silent the entire time, finally opened his mouth again. “Let us vote.” He seconded Emma’s motion, his voice quieter than before and just a tad somber.

EMMA: “Most excellent.” Red lips parted to reveal white teeth. “The Council recognizes the following members of being in good standing for a full vote: Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Katherine Pryde - who I vote for via proxy, Jean Grey, Kurt Wagner, Ororo Munroe, Sebastian Shaw, Apocalypse, Mister Sinister, Exodus, Mystique, Douglas Ramsey and myself, Emma Frost. We acknowledge the abstaining Of a vote by Captain Illyana Rasputin and the honorary votes of Henry McCoy, Robert Drake, Logan Howlett, Scott Summers and Warren Worthington III due to special circumstances. Finally, we acknowledge the honorary votes of the time-displaced Robert Drake, Henry McCoy, Jean Grey, Scott Summers and Warren Worthington III. Honorary votes will be weighed partially. All others are invited as witnesses to the fairness and unity of this motion. Please,” she took a breathe. “Cast your vote.”

TIME-DISPLACED WARREN: “My vote is an adamant no.” Young Warren answered immediately.

DOUG: "I'm curious to see if we could solve this puzzle like hairless Hank mentioned. No."

TIME-DISPLACED HANK: "Unsurprisingly, no."

HANK: "I like the idea of coming up with another solution. Or at least attempting to do so." He looked at the pregnant Jean for a moment feeling a pang of guilt. "No."

KURT: “I will cast the first yes. We need to send them back.”

EMMA: Sitting with her eyes closed, Emma was silent for a long moment before opening her eyes. “Although she originally voted no, the announcement of Jean’s baby has led to the Red Queen officially casting her vote as yes.”

LOGAN: “Yes.” Logan responded gruffly from where he sat next to Jean, without taking his eyes off of her.

SCOTT: "Yes." Scott said firmly.

WARREN: The older Warren’s gaze landed on his younger self, fully aware of the mistakes he was trying to avoid. All he could hope was that his other self would make smarter choices. “I vote yes.”

JEAN: She didn’t want to vote. Jean wanted to abstain but then she couldn’t remember why that was. Her younger self was looking at her and the thoughts from Jean were a lot stronger than her own. Staring straight ahead as everyone voted trying to make sense of the impossible. “Stay.”

TIME-DISPLACED SCOTT: Scott looked over at the older Jean, a sense of sadness running through him. He didn't want to have to make this decision, but this was part of who he was. He'd always made tough choices. "No." He ground his teeth. "And we won't go without a fight." he said, responding to his older self's previous question.

TIME-DISPLACED JEAN: Jean knew Jean hadn’t meant it. The vote was so incredibly tilted against them that there was no way that they’d stay, but she had voted yes. Tossed them something. Jean’s hand drifted down to her stomach for a moment even though it was devoid of life. It would be one day. Jean would have a baby and she was killing her future child by opening her mouth and saying: “Stay.” Echoing her older self, Jean moved closer to Scott and the rest of her team. It felt like the entire world was literally against them, but she tucked her body closer to Scott’s and stared them all down. “We’re going to stay.” Even if she had to enter all of their heads one by one.

ERIK: Erik listened intently as everyone voted, taking in the responses and everyone’s mood as the room came to terms with what was happening. He was torn between emotions and logic, just as he always was-- only this time, he was much more troubled by it. His head told him that they needed to send them back and his heart wanted them to stay. But he chose what he thought was best. “My vote is yes.” It was quiet, his voice almost cracking. He did his best to avoid eye contact with the younger Jean and made peace with his decision.

EMMA: “...And with that, we close the vote.” Emma announced once everyone had spoken. She rose from her chair, white fabric falling around her form. Her mind picked up the resistance from the young Jean, and a diamond mind shot out at her. You will do no such thing. You will accept this gracefully. Clasping both hands together, the telepath assessed the group. “Considering the full and partial votes, the Quiet Council officially states that four and aa a half have voted for them to stay and twelve have voted for them to leave. Due to this, the time-displaced X-Men will be sent back to the past, effective immediately.”

CABLE: “Thank the universe! You guys actually finally got there!” An exasperated Nathan dramatically put his two cents in the ring after the vote. “So now that we got that over with-- can we all suck it up and get moving?”

JIMMY: "Bullshit!" He roared hands slamming down on the table as he stood up. Making his way towards his team. X-Men Blue. The original 5. "They ain't going anywhere without me!" He said as he firmly took his stance next to Jean.

TIME-DISPLACED SCOTT: The five of them had gravitated towards each other when the voting had started, clustering as a team even though time and events had separated them. Without thinking about it, and without lending attention to Jimmy, Scott reached for Jean's hand. "We need to get out of here. Now."

CABLE: Nate glanced to Jimmy, one brow perked up in judgement. “You know that’s not happening, right?”

TIME-DISPLACED JEAN: As soon as Erik cast his voice Jean choked back a sob and turned, body folding into Scott’s as she buried her head into his chest. She head Jimmy yell and Scott take her hand, and Jean surfaced to look up at him. “They’re going to come after us.” Her fingers tightened around his.

JIMMY: Jimmy could hear everything going on behind him and whispered to the rest of them. "When I say run, run. Got it." He knew Laura could hear him too and glanced to her for a look of approval.

LAURA: Laura’s eyes were trained on Warren and the other X-Men. When she heard Jimmy speak she didn’t respond. Instead she just flexed her fingers, already ready to unsheathe her claws.

WARREN: Warren’s eyes met with Laura’s as he gathered what was going to happen. Scott was right-- they weren’t going down without a fight. He wouldn’t let that time-traveler touch his wings, either.

JIMMY: "I love you, Jean." This was the first time he ever said it out loud. He didn't know if he would get thrown into the belly of the island for this, but it would be worth it. "Run!" He shouted as his claws extended from between his finger and he bared his metal coated fangs.

LOGAN: Logan felt the tension in the room rise, and if he had been paying more attention he would have gotten up sooner. But then Jimmy was up, claws out and yelling, and while he felt his own adrenaline rise he had no interest in fighting another one of his kids. Instead he scooped Jean up and got the two of them out of there before anything bad could happen.

TIME-DISPLACED SCOTT: It was a much-needed distraction, even if it wouldn't drawn away all of the attention --- it would at least provide a wall between them and the nearest portal. If he thought a fight would result in their win, he would've stayed, but with the number of mutants in the room, they were vastly outnumbered. Gripping Jean's hand tight, Scott moved back and away from the crowd, signaling towards the rest of his team to follow him. "Time to go." he said more to himself than anyone else. He was ready to fight his way through if necessary, but he was pretty sure there was a law against that written down somewhere. They had to get off this island, if they stood a chance escaping the reach of Krakoa. He knew there was a portal outside of the council room, they just had to make it there without Nate stopping them.

TIME-DISPLACED JEAN: I love you. Oh, god. They had never said that before. That was big. Like, big big. “I---” Her mouth opened and closed. She wanted to say it back. He was fighting the entire Island for her, but instead her mind stalled. If they got away they’d have to stay hidden. She wouldn’t have been able to be with him. Instead of responding, Jean’s mouth clamped closed as her fingers intertwined through Scott’s. Thank you. The thought went out to both Jimmy and Laura before Jean turned and allowed Scott to tug her out of the chambers and into the portal that was situated by the door.

CABLE: “Oh shit--!” It was all a blur, and then Nate was on his feet as the young X-Men team started to storm out of the room. “Guys, we’ve talked about this! Where are you going?” He kept an eye on Jimmy as he moved, fumbling around on his tool belt to find something useful-- something to stun? Fuck, he packed the wrong guns for this meeting.

JIMMY: It was time to pounce. Without any hesitation he charged at Nate, his claws aimed towards his belt and weaponry. He wasn't aiming to hurt him, but if it happened it happened.

CABLE: “For fuck’s sake--” Nate grumbled under his breath as Jimmy lunged for him. He dropped the gun he had been fumbling with trying to put away and tried to dodge in time. The movement allowed him to get out of harm’s way but claws met with his utility belt and sliced it, causing it to hang limply from where it was still attached to him on the side. With a frustrated grunt, Nate then aimed a metal-armed punch at his assailant’s chest.

JIMMY: His metal reinforced bones were able to take the brunt of the damage but he grimaced at the very notable cracking sound emanating from his sternum. It was cracked, hurt like hell, but would heal within the minute. Pulling his claws in he grabbed Nate's arm with both of his, and attempted to pull back into a roll and toss him.

LAURA: “Enough.” Laura interjected herself between the two fighting males. Her claws were extended from each fist, one hand pointing at each of the respective parties. The X-Men were gone, and at this point, they’d have a nice head start. “You’ve killed enough today,” that was directed at Nate before she turned to Jimmy. “And you don’t need to die pointlessly. They’re gone.”

NATE: Nate had grabbed hold of Jimmy’s arm, ready to gain the advantage once Jimmy flipped them but instead he stumbled and then steadied them both as Laura’s claws made an appearance. He stayed on his feet, chest heaving from the short fight for a few seconds until he angrily let go of the other wolverine. “I wasn’t going to kill him, you know.” He was speaking with frustration, but his voice was soft. “People think I’m a mindless murderer-- I’m not. I just.. want to fix things. That’s all.”

LAURA: “I get it.” Laura said quietly. “They used to say that about me too. We can debate what’s right later, right now? We have X-Men about to die and others running for their lives. Stop hitting each other.”

JIMMY: He grunted as he and Nate separated. "Fine." He replied through pained breaths before nodding to Laura. He hadn't planned on actually hurting Nate, just needed to keep him away from his team.

EMMA: “Now that that’s settled,” Emma rose from her chair, where she had been watching the fight to see what would happen. “We can move on. Nathan, you really should be a dear and check on your parents. You were quite rude to them both. Wolverines,” she sniffed. “The Council will get back to you on your actions tonight.” She never found pleasure in playing what could be perceived as the bad guy. “We all want the best for these mutants, even if we disagree on what that looks like. Until we can stop the original X-Men from dying, we need their younger selves back. We’ll be sending mutants out to look for them.” Stepping off the dais, Emma looked at the youthful crowd. “Have a good night.”

#event: extermination #extermination: summit #chatlog: extermination summit #momevents

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survivor-kuwait · 5 years

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FF and POTS

Congratulations again to our winner, Matt, and the rest of our cast for a fantastic season! I’ll get into our superlative awards...

For Fan Favorite, the hosts made the executive decision of who we thought that the VL was pulling for most throughout the game. Based on this, the winner of Fan Favorite is

CULLAN

Greetings, Cullan! Coming off of a main season where you got first boot, everyone was very excited to see you in action again! Your kind heart and obligatory “Greetings, Jeff!” at all tribal councils made the VL fall in love with you even more. Everyone was pulling for you in your retrograde challenge and the strength and persistence you showed was worth it to get yourself back in the game! After that retrograde challenge, you came back as a POWERFUL force within the game. Congratulations on Fan Favorite and an amazing season!

For POTS, we will be announcing TWO runner-ups (in no particular order).

Our first Runner-Up POTS is

COREY

Corey, you were a FORCE in this game. You came in hot and SHINED pre-merge when you made the most of every war zone tribal you attended to make extremely strong connections with the rest of the cast. When merge came around, the entire cast thought highly of you and trusted you so much that you had a very good idea of where the active advantages in the game were. Your close connections of both sides of the game kept you off of peoples’ radar for votes for a while even though you had proven your social and strategic prowess the first half of the game.

Your ultimate downfall? An aspiration to bring two different sides together, a duo twist, and two idols played at tribal council. If that vote weren’t instant, I have no doubt in my mind that you would have been able to turn it around. Congratulations on an amazing season!

Our second Runner-Up POTS is

OWEN

Owen, you were a threat in every sense of the word. Your challenge prowess kept you from most warzones at the beginning of the game and you immediately took advantage of this to form the power alliance of you, Kait, and Matt S. which was a dominant force in merge. Your social connections kept you in the know so much so that you were able to anticipate exactly what would occur at one of the most exciting tribals of the season: the duo week tribal where TWO idol plays occurred. You anticipated that, should Devon and Ian play an idol, Matt and Kait would be playing one as well to save themselves. You were also the dominant force behind taking out Corey, who had leaked information to the other side, at the revote.

Ultimately, that week put a huge target on your back that you couldn’t shake off. You were unfortunately unable to adapt when the game turned against your power alliance, sending you home after your idol play. Congratulations on being a dominating force in this season!

And our Player of the Season is awarded to

DEVON

Devon, you had connections to every single person in this game because of the war zone tribals you attended early on that helped you solidify relationships with the other players. Your likability made your allies want to protect you, prompting Corey to give you and Ian the information you needed to play an idol at the duos tribal council, saving you from retrograde.

After that tribal council, all eyes should’ve been on you but you were able to flip the script on the power alliance of Kait, Matt, Owen, and Madison. With the formation of the Ridiculous 6, you were able to convince everyone that someone from that alliance had to go before the tie breaker advantage could be used in the next round, which would have given them total control of the game.

Your close ties with Cullan and Ian in the Three Amigos alliance allowed you to search with those that you trusted to keep you safe in the round with the individual idol twist. Ultimately, your relationship with Cullan also got you the legacy advantage, extra protection that you wound up not needing because you played such a dominant strategic game.

When you were on everyone’s short list for elimination at F5, you were able to flip the script and convince people that you would be an asset to their game at the final 4. You also convinced Madison at F4 to give you a shot at the fire making instead of instant elimination, leveraging the fact that Matt’s threat level was greater than yours. Ultimately, you were unable to pull through on the physical side of this game and took your place as the last member of our jury.

Devon, congratulations on a fantastic game and a well-deserved player of the season award!

(PS Thank you Ms. Jessica for the gifs of our superlative award winners <3)

#survivorstarzone #pots #ff

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imaginesumo · 7 years

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Do you have headcanons for each main character personality? Not linked to the anime or manga at all, as it's pretty different stories. Thanks!

alright i think this is about like, the playable characters of pokemon and their personalities? but if not please feel free to clarify with another ask and i’ll be happy to do it again ( ^o^ ) - mod hau!

Main Character Headcanons

((the characters won’t be separated by gender, bc for the most part i interpret them the same way if they are in the same game, but there may b some rule breakers + read more bc wowie this is long!!))

Red/Leaf

- these are the quiet protag, very thoughtful and somewhat reclusive, and a lot of that has to do with their rival (Green/Blue/Gary) being such a show off and watching him lose face every time they wipe the floor with him, and they don’t want to end up being the same level of asshole if/when they get shown up

- they love nature, and spend a lot of time in pallet town just. reflecting. on themselves, their place in the world, the world. just everything.

- the quiet philosopher, but also a large case of being the world’s biggest overthinker. gets caught up in the details a lot about things and fails to be understand the ‘big picture’ a lot of times

- needs to get out of their own head for a bit to get to know the world in an immediate relation versus the detached expression they feel before they start their pokemon journey

Ethan/Lyra

- childhood best friends, and are the consistently asked if they’re dating or smthn so they both have really snarky answers after years of strangers asking them. fan favorites are: ‘oh god, you can see them too?? i think they’re haunting me’ or ‘he’s a stalker i swear please call the officer jenny’s as fast as you can’ - its a tie

- the protagonist (the played character) is constantly jealous of the rival when they get the marill, and it kind of drives the protag away from their rival before the game starts. after, for some reason they always are anxious and compare their own bond with their pokemon to the rival and their marill (even when they have a fucking lugia or whatever)it’s a big source of conflict in their friendship and one of the protag’s biggest insecurities

- hg/ss feels but, i like to think the protag’s favorite time of day is the sunset just outside of goldenrod city and likes to sit near the edge of the water while listening to the cheesy radio dramas, and calls their family and friends up to let them know they’re doing alright (they spend the most time talking with their rival bc i think, even platonically, they depend on each other for support and love to spend hours talking)

- almost best friends who still have time to mature and work their stuff out, but until their journey begins things are just kind of weird

Brendan/May

- i’m gonna say this, i really did think that brendan’s hat was his hair until like last year, full naruto kakashi hair and shit. the kakashi of 11 y/o’s and pokemon. god what an awful hat.

- their favorite town is a constant toss up between lavaridge and slateport. they love the warmth that seems to just radiate from everywhere in lavaridge, but they also love the ocean breeze and the museum in slateport. once they can use fly, they weep tears of joy. the feeling and smells they get from those two towns make their chest constrict in such a strange and good way, they want the feeling to never end.

- loves the first evolution/cutest stage of evolution of all their pokemon. could care less that the second and third evolutions are stronger and have better moves, they love the cute stuff

- sucks at cooking pokeblocks, they always burn them and end up using up most of their battle winnings on just buying their party their favorite pokeblocks for a good battle or training day.

- nerds who are very obsessed with capturing all these new feelings on their journey and how light they feel all of a sudden

Lucas/Dawn

- Research nerds all the way, these kids love learning and are obsessed with pokemon research and the protag is super jealous of professor rowan’s assistant bc lbr that’s such a dream job for these little brainiacs

- I really associate twilight/evening with this game because that’s just when i always played it but i think that these two would love it and like really their color scheme and outfits just really go with it - they live for the aesthetic

- they love watching those little ‘tv’ segments about pokemon moves/abilities/etc. and probably watch nothing but the equivalent of pokemon documentaries anyway (this is basically confirmed i mean, come on lol, the game starts with a documentary on the red gyarados y’all)

- their favorite seasons are fall and winter, but they love early spring after they visit floaroma town and see all those flowers - and they develop a taste for honey too after visiting

- crisp kids you would find in a library or watching the equivalent of animal planet, and they are just so curious about the world around them that they see their journey as their first big foray into scientific research (they probably cried when they got their pokedex)

Hilbert/Hilda

- they’re eternally lost without their best friends, cheren and bianca

- like really, i’d like to say they are all bad ass and stoic, but really their main goal is to just catch back up with their friends and hang out like they did before they go their pokemon and started this big old journey

- has a sinking feeling a lot of times that this journey was the end of something rather than a beginning, and tries to fill the void with pokemon when they can’t call their friends on the x-transceiver

- has…confused feelings about n. because, after spending so much time trying to catch up to their friends, they thought they could slow down and spend some time with this new fast friend who seemed to want to slow down too. it was a confusing friendship but, they still call it a friendship despite everything.

- comes home after the journey feeling not as content as they were before. not like they’re missing something because of the journey, but more like they found out they were missing out on something all along - probably goes on a few more journeys to find it before they call it quits

Nate/Rosa

- Gaymer kids

- for real tho, these kids were shut ins who only really went out to get new videogames/junkfood when their mom wasn’t forcing them to eat healthy or at least not play videogames for 18 uninterrupted hours

- they don’t do well with the grime of being outdoors too well, but they love visiting the other cities - they love the night/early evening when the whole place just lights up, and they really love just staring at it or taking pictures for social media

- have all the cool games on their phone, but along with emergency provisions (chewy granola bars and fruit) and first aid (hello kitty bandaids with a tube of neosporin) the rest of their bag is electronics: 4 different types of portable consoles, a digital camera, a laptop, a tablet, an mp3 player, and all their accompanying charging cords

- voted most likely to own a midi fighter

Calem/Serena

- the mom friend

- hates their nickname that their friends use but, they don’t like the idea of not having one so they will for ever be known as that embarrassing title they gave themselves when they were fifteen

- straight a student, but doesn’t even try and doesn’t know why their friends get so frustrated around finals but offers help anyway, and doesn’t understand why it just makes everyone more frustrated

- its difficult when a lot of their friends compete with them, like the rival, and it can strain the relationship but their friends always have their back and the protag always has their and having a unstoppable force on your side isn’t always a bad thing

Sun/Moon

- sweet angel babies who deserve the world

- but seriously, these kids go through so much and are the kind of kids who can’t stop smiling - even when it would be appropriate to stop grinning like a fool

- that’s part of the appeal, they’re like a magnet and a binding force of sorts, people can’t help but be drawn to this kid and somehow the people this kid brings together always manage to be just the kind of people the others need to be better people/heal

- so many close friends that they just call family, it’s confusing to an outsider but this kid really does love all their friends like family and practically all of the islands are in this kid’s found family (holidays are always so hectic tho since they moved to the islands lol)

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