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unproduciblesmackdown · 1 year

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fascinating lens on taylor's goings on in s6 there re: Romance. epic win that they have rian turn them down but i'm also really not sure why they did. oh you know, rian who's always defined by being so prudent [montage of actually pretty much everything seemingly defining rian has been pretty anti prudent] like ok w/e

but we start out with taylor Particularly Unmotivated By Work and instead watching a The Bachelor beach proposal which involves extasis through this Reality(tm) pastiche of romance. i am assuming. wherein the journey Ends with this transcendent all-consuming joy upon the realization of said Romance for one contestant. then when their somehow still bestie mafee (relevant tangents about how all taylor's relationships seem to involve their having an approach where they have low standards like "well but i guess this is all i can get / expect" including that they can't even necessarily expect shit they like/enjoy/are at all supported by, while readily accepting whatever blame/reproach from others) is like "gee but are you really happy" they're apparently inspired to pursue happiness by pursuing romance. which they seem to consider is possible only through rian, intriguing here when the entire basis of their dynamic seems to be [trapped in work hell together] like boy we have nothing outside our jobs? i sure hope we can be Everything to each other then :) and how it's even more baffling that rian is completely unbaffled by this development when you might operate on some assumptions like "you should have ever seemed to enjoy any interactions you've ever had" to consider choosing more vulnerability and more time / effort spent on this relationship, and "you also don't need to have Found Fault with someone / otherwise have some grievances or dislike of them to not want to date them" especially if rian's apparent sense of responsibility for taylor's theoretical negative feelings about rejection supposedly doesn't involve thinking about any power dynamics, she just feels the need to repeatedly reassure them she'd actually Love to date or have sex but she's just so set on not dating through work, b/c of the complications, that she's never considered not having casual sex with bosses and also never mentioned this stance to turn down winston nor done anything but revel in how he might feel about even being rejected as a conversational partner. too prudent to mention it. certainly also a relevant matter that it Need Not Be Explained to anyone that winston for one is excluded as a potential Romantic partner for pretty much everyone i guess. whilest as this potential mirror to taylor, he's not only considering specifically rian w/"we're similar; let's hang out; i'd like to have sex maybe even" (though winston's sexuality, like his communicative capacities, is also simply Not Allowed) but also seems to be like "i guess this is all i can get / expect" or hanging on for a long time to the possibility of Otherwise at his own expense or taking blame / whatever pretty egregious treatment like. taylor being willing to talk to wendy still is akin to winston still being willing to talk to rian. though maybe that's changed by the end of s6; it'd be very warranted after the pretty make or break [rian & winston Share An Interest; hang out outside work about it] moment there and also after Everything Else on its own, just like how it'd be very warranted if taylor expecting Nothing Better from wendy could turn into their hardly being willing to interact

anyways, sure is fortunate for taylor (or is it???) that Work becomes more enriching for them suddenly, and through someone with whom they have this promising personal dynamic with, a Peer with whom, in fact, they do both seem to find reward in interacting with each other / want and choose to do so, imagine, while [reiterating for emphasis]: they are both finding reward in interacting and feeling Complementary rather than only seeing exactly themself in each other, while having this respect for each other and flexibility and knowing they don't Have to work together, and may not always be doing so.

but most to the point it sure is something that the season starts off with taylor being dissatisfied with their work situation and responding by not being at work and instead watching people be overjoyed about their (also, relevantly, Peak Normal Correct Cishet) romance, though they don't outright claim to straightforwardly enjoy this. then they Do outright claim to us repeatedly, if ever begrudgingly, that everything rian does is worthy &/or sympathetic (and totally comprehensible and consistent so as to believably retain any sense of Character....) while every time they interact, it's a business meeting and one or both of them is unhappy about some part of it. but then once taylor's asked to think about their happiness Beyond Work they apparently are simply motivated to go ask someone out, and it may as well be rian For Lack Of A Better Option really, but then there's the wrench of "for some reason rian is unsurprised and not at all put off by this, or even just somewhat confused" and "for some reason rian's like 'sorry but no. fr im soooo sorry'" with these perspectives of [happiness Outside Work = romance] and [someone deemed Objectively Worthy = you'd of course at least consider romance, or else you must think actually they're Unworthy in some way, or have some more general Reason you'd reject others categorically in just the same way] (rian rejecting winston for unworthiness so much that she doesn't even need to bother actually telling him as much; rejecting taylor for [i don't date through work] with followups to reassure them it's Not the unworthiness) (that on and off paper winston & taylor have no reason to not be kissing but i think we can assume that won't happen, b/c billions itself may also assume we understand that [winston is unworthy] is just true. &/or that anyone Worthy understands as much)

so hoping that taylor has Some kind of enriching lasting relationship with philip, truly, which was the hopes for winston and rian but the updated hope is his enriching lasting disengagement with rian, f

#winston billions #AND rian having some of the worst material re: sex billions has ever inflicted upon us. impressive. sorry to this character #(and like.................has she Not prior had casual sex through work while she's been willing to do so / hasn't had nights & weekends??)#that makes no sense either. it's for winston's sake i'm glad she hasn't tried to be fwb there #wouldn't it be fun if we got s7 genderfluid rian. but we won't. fr it's like....why'd we get this character at all lmao #would've made more sense if she left at the end of s6 too. while the best thing we've gotten is taylor getting to further distinguish #themself from axe in of course good ways. the associated [philip seems so much more like A Character than rian despite also being new]#difficult to work in ''rian would be abusive towards winston if they were dating b/c she Already Is as (sometimes) work friends'' when #another issue is that rian's material isn't really being Examined when every character can only remark abt how cool & correct she always is #ultimately; at least....taylor you caaan't actually be mad at rian; gotta be some Other issue you're having bad feelings about....#that winston being introduced so peripherally it was meant to be a oneoff & while (as viewed by other characters) being Incorrect and #Unsympathetic has created the conditions for someone who does end up w/this stronger sense of Being A Character #he's even autistic....while rian is adhd and hostile like ''at least i'm allistic and meritous''#like yes i Will talk to you more than others maybe but offscreen & i Will also be bullying you b/c i am willing to and i certainly can.#dunno what to say about winston and tuk b/c we've still seen so relatively little & idk what we'll get for winston in s7 #that it's will's updated foul play website bio that Confirms he'll be in s7 at all; but i'm still not supposing he'll def get more than an #episode or two or w/e. or i suppose he could be sent off & return; they're still in production mode over there after all #i would really doubt canon would give us that romance but it would be....i dunno. earthshaking really lol haven't given it the most thought #canon might also think that would be insulting to tuk or something....#or say As Much w/that continual threat of ''improving'' winston by making him Choose to be more normal now (:#everyone's always giving him the organic aba (abuse) either way but umm the Least you could do would be absorb it & Stop Bringing It Upon #Yourself....still supposing it's possible that their being Friends is considered to be dragging tuk back / dooming him to Loserdom #but as or more likely: he got to talk to tuk in the last ep to get him out of the way. it will never get focus #oh i went off track up there: finishing the thought to say i suppose it's assumed rian would not be shitty towards taylor like she would be #towards winston b/c they're Worthier; not supposedly inferior to her even as winston is considered to be #hence that rian Can give winston shit whenever she wants but just so happens to Not be that way towards anyone else. makes you think #mfw i run out of room writing on one page abt cam stone like ''i could've been more clearly relationship anarchist with it :(''

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primus-why · 6 months

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Another A/B/O AU...

... this time TFA!

Okay some rules this time are:

Alphas can mate with Betas to produce offspring-- with the exception of cross-factional pairs. And you will only ever produce the same frametype as the creators.

Betas and Betas can mate to produce offspring-- but again, they have to both be civilians or both be warframes. They will only produce offspring of the same frametype.

It's very rare for Alpha pairings to reproduce. Same rules above apply concerning frametypes.

Omegas are rare in that anyone can reproduce with them, and thus their offspring can be any frametype. Contrary to a popular myth, the sparkling's frametype is random and not automatically based on whomever the sire/carrier is.

Generally the majority of Decepticons are Alphas, and the majority of Autobots are Betas. A Beta!Decepticon or Alpha!Autobot is not rare but still pretty uncommon.

Omegas have not been seen for generations, and it's believed they've been wiped out. The deaths of Omegas on both sides is partially what kicked up the war, as it now became much more difficult to procreate. Especially for Decepticons, being mostly Alphas.

All mechs regardless of secondary status go through a reproductive receptivity cycle-- the horny time we usually call "heat" or "rut". (But since I couldn't think of a 3rd word for a Betas cycle, we'll call it "RRC" or just "cycle" across the board lol)

Surprise, surprise! Optimus Prime is, in fact, an Omega. He doesn't know that, though...

See, Omegas have been out of the picture for so long, they don't really teach about them anymore in the Academy. Obviously some folks like Ultra Magnus and Ratchet are old enough to remember, as are many of the Decepticons. But generally speaking, Optimus believes he's just a Beta with an abnormally persistent cycle.

Optimus' status is only known to a few-- thanks to the standard examination all new recruits undergo, only some of the older medics and Ultra Magnus himself were aware. The Magnus took great care to not place Optimus on the front lines whenever possible, as he did not want to risk the Cause losing something so precious as an Autobot Omega.

However, at the same time he did not disclose Optimus' status to anyone else-- he knew it would likely result in his peers treating him differently, or worse, the Council might vote to sequester him to a breeding center. No, Optimus himself couldn't even be aware-- Ultra Magnus was worried he'd fall prey to the old stigmas which claimed Omegas were inherently weaker or incapable. Perhaps that was hypocritical of him, since he had been avoiding using Optimus in battles, despite the young Prime being one of the most skilled and capable Bots at the Academy...

Perhaps that's why when the incident on Archa-7 happened, he took the opportunity to all but banish Optimus from Cybertron. Repairing space bridges kept him out of the direct line of fire; nothing ever seemed to happen all the way out there. What's more, Ultra Magnus wouldn't have to continue fabricating reasons why one of the Academy's top students was not being placed in more active roles. Optimus would also be spared the scrutiny of re-evaluation, wherein his status would likely have been disclosed to the Council and everyone in the upper ranks... as well as Ultra Magnus' favoritism.

Yes, Ultra Magnus had thought he was in the clear. The young Prime still had a part to play in the Great Autobot Machine, but not until things had quieted significantly. One day, Optimus would have the chance at a normal civilian life while their planet rebuilds, and Ultra Magnus would have the medics disclose his status so he could decide his own future without the pressures of wartime. For now, all he needed to do was ship the Omega somewhere, far away from prying optics, with a medic who could be discreet and a parting reminder to not be a hero.

... A lot of good that did him.

Some additional notes of who-is-what:

Alphas include*: Megatron, Sentinel Prime, Lugnut, Strika, Ultra Magnus, Bulkhead, Starscream, Blitzwing, Drift

Betas include*: Shockwave, Blurr, Bumblebee, Ratchet, Jazz, Blackarachnia, Prowl, Jetfire and Jetstorm, Rodimus Prime

*but are not limited to

#a/b/o #mechpreg #valveplug #y'all know i gotta tag as:#megop #fuzz writes #possible other ships:#shockblurr #blitzbee #dratchet #and of course strika/lugnut #tfa

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pangolinheart · 8 months

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FFXIVWrite 2023 DAY 27 - SOLE

When it comes to conversation partners, you could do worse than Rhiki! You could also probably do better, though....

(Oof this one was rough! I'm sooo tired and it took me forever to stumble upon an idea for this prompt, which I wouldn't have at all were it not for the help of @avalon821, @akirakirxaa, @elliewiltarwyn, @dragoon-mid-jump, and others! Now I am going to bed... Finally....)

Rating: General Genre: Fluff, nonsense Characters: Ardbert, Z'rhiki Irhi (Warrior of Light) Word Count: 1,164 Content Warnings: None

Ardbert told himself again and again that he should be thankful. He was thankful. He had been on the verge of coming undone, of fading away entirely, when fate had seen fit to pluck him from the precipice’s edge. His curse had been lifted! For the first time in centuries there was someone who could see and hear him, even if it was just the one person. How long had it been since he last heard the sound of his own name? It had been even longer since he had felt the stirrings of genuine hope.

He was thankful, truly. It was just….

She talked so much.

“You know, I keep thinking about dying my hair,” she said as she looked into her inn room’s vanity mirror and re-fastened one of her small braids. “But I can never decide what color. A long time ago I thought about white, but white just seems so played out, doesn’t it? Plus, all of the other Scions have white hair. Have you ever noticed that? Hmmm.... Maybe silver? Red? Or maybe something bright, like teal! But then, if I dyed my hair, do you think I would have to dye the fur on my tail, too? I mean, is it better to pretend it’s natural even though everyone knows it isn’t, or should I just own the fact that I’ve dyed my hair?” When she was satisfied the braid was secure, she turned her head either which way, examining herself before glancing up at him. “You know, I’ve never thought about it, but can you do anything with your hair? I know you don’t have a corporeal form so you probably can’t cut it, but if you wanted to, I don’t know, muss it up or something, could you? Honestly, you should try it! I bet you could look a lot more roguishly handsome if you did something different with your hair!”

Internally, Ardbert sighed.

She was supposed to be his salvation, but occasionally he found himself thinking that she was a little more like purgatory. Penitence for his sins. She talked constantly. Sometimes he thought about concealing his presence, or about abandoning his newfound companion to wander the Crystarium, but he had to admit there was something nice about talking to someone again. Or, rather, being talked to again. Most of their “conversations” amounted to her vocalizing random thoughts that he expected she would have been having anyway in his general direction. She didn’t seem to expect or require much input from him, and he wasn’t sure if she even wanted it. She was, for the most part, content to ramble to herself, with him as a silent spectator. Sometimes he would contribute a few words, or answer a question if he was able, but not often. Perhaps it was for the best: he wasn’t really sure what to talk to her about, and his conversation skills were probably rusty anyway.

“How many different colors of Amaro do you think there are?” She wondered aloud as they passed the rookery. At first he had been worried people might think she was losing her mind, talking to thin air as she was, but most of the Crystarium’s residents didn’t pay her any mind. They seemed to assume that she was merely musing to herself, if they noticed her talking at all. “I don’t mean, like, ‘moss green’ as opposed to ‘swamp algae green’ – I mean actual different colors. Chocobos come in a lot of different colors, though I suppose only a few usually occur naturally. The color of chocobos’ feathers actually depends on their diet, so if you feed them the right grains and vegetables you can make them all sorts of colors! All of the amaro in the Crystarium are dark green, but I saw some red ones in Lakeland. Do you think there are any that have magenta fur? Or pastel blue? Wait, does that stuff count as fur? Or feathers? I’ll have to look more closely the next time I’m on one. It’s very soft, either way!”

She never talked about anything important, of course. Or anything too personal. She didn’t talk about how she was adjusting to life on the First, or how she felt about what the Crystal Exarch had asked of her, or what her plans were for slaying a Lightwarden. It was possible she would be willing to broach such topics if he asked, but she never seemed to bring them up in her running commentary. The closest she came to sharing her deeper thoughts on their situation was complaining – about being tired, or about the aggressive wildlife, or about the Exarch. Mostly, she just chatted about whatever thoughts popped into her head, no matter how inane or frivolous. It could occasionally be entertaining, but at times it could also be annoying. And yet, he still chose to spend most of his time shadowing her. She was the sole person with whom he could communicate, and, under the circumstances, he supposed he couldn’t afford to be too choosy. It wasn’t as if she was terrible company. Just… a little much.

Evening was coming on quickly, and he followed her as she wandered towards the Crystarium’s market district. She languidly perused the different shops and stalls, waiting for something to catch her eye rather than seeking out something specific. Their ambling took them within sight of the Last Stand, which must have made her think of food, because she said: “What do you think I should have for dinner? Any recommendations? I suppose food has probably changed a lot since you were alive, so maybe you’re no better off than I am, but is there anything you remember being good? Specific dishes? Spices? Types of cuisine?”

Oh? She’d paused long enough for him to say something. Come on Ardbert, don’t let this chance go to waste!

“Hmmm… well, it’s a bit hard to remember what things taste like, but Renda-Rae always liked baked megapiranha from the Greatwood.”

She pulled a face. “Bleh! No fish! I’ve eaten as many fish in my life as I’d like to, thank you very much! Unless fish on the First taste and smell completely different…?”

“Probably not,” He couldn’t help but smile a little. “Well, I was always partial to some old-fashioned roast ovim, but I’m sure you’ve had that already. I seem to remember that they used to make some sort of rice dish in Kholusia. It didn’t have fish in it, but the sauce was made from squid ink, of all things. Maybe that sounds mad, but I think I remember being pleasantly surprised by it. It might have had mussels in it, though. What was it called…? Something ‘negre’ I think?”

“Oh! That sounds good! I don’t mind shellfish – they’re not really fish, you know? I wonder if they still make it! Let’s ask! I’d offer to give you a bite, but something tells me it would go right through you! Get it?!”

#ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2023 #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #shadowbringers spoilers #shadowbringers #ardbert #rhiki tag #auggie writes #rhiki is a menace in so many ways

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matenrou-fan · 1 year

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jakurai's s/o got a hospital check up recently and when he was looking at her results, he realized something.., she is pregnant and s/o had no idea!

Jakurai found out his fem! s/o is pregnant and has no idea

such an interesting request!! Here, enjoy... <3

femreader, fluff, just wholesome stuff;;

-OK but let's be honest.. Jakurai never took advantage of his position on the job yet he would totally let you get more check ups then other patients just because.

-He's a kinda overprotective lover, and when he would notice you start feeling unwell for a few days, he of course would drive you to Shinjuku Central Hospital to take a full list of analyses.

-"Honey, you're worrying too much.." - you chuckled, sitting in his car on your way there. Yet your husband nods his head.

"Please, s/o.. better safe than sorry."

-Well, you didn't mind some check up, why not? It's even pleasant to see Jakurai being so worried and caring towards you, so you would have all the tests, examinations and ultrasound.

-You thought the doctors who were checking you would tell you the final word, yet Jakurai asked permission to look at everything himself. Not only as one of the best docs here, but as your husband too, wanting to examine all your results on his own.

-"Don't read it with such a serious face.." - you can't help but giggle, actually enjoying the care in which he looked at the papers. - "I will go and grab something to drink, okay..?"

"Of course, my dear.." - he mumbled, still reading your results. For a moment he looked up at your walking away figure, wondering, then re-read your ultrasound results.

-By the way you're acting so careless he totally can say.. that you have no idea about your own pregnancy..!

-It's such a relief and excitement at the same time to Jakurai. It means you're not sick and your bad well-being was actually signs of a normal pregnancy, yet he can't help but start worrying about all things he, as a good husband, now should do to you.

-All vitamins, a more balanced sleep schedule and nutrition, and, of course, even more check ups.. Small waves of happiness tickle his stomach, getting bigger and bigger, now touching his heart and slowly melting it.

-Yet when you get back, he gets carried away so much.. So when he notices that you actually sipping at cola, Jakurai would furrowed his brows, scolding you:

"Such drinks are bad for babies.."

"Huh?? What babies??" - you almost choked with widened eyes. Oh yes, it seems like your husband owes you a proper explanation..

-Of course he wouldn't insist on his wish to build a family with kids if you don't want to. He's even willing to find a right, high quality doctor himself if you would decide to end up with abortion.

-"It's your body and your decision, after all.. Please don't feel any pressure from my side and don't look at my happiness right now. I will love you deeply anyways.." - Jakurai nod, holding you tightly. After all, you're precious to him no matter what.

-Yet if you would decide to keep the baby, he would be more than happy. Inspired, elated, all his days now seem even brighter than usual as he helps you with toxicosis, buying all needed meds and vitamins, walking around with you in stores, choosing the first things for you baby.

-He will get softer and stricter at the same time. Pampering you and worshiping like a goddess, doing all household chores and letting you stay more in bed, relaxing, yet always making sure you have enough sleep and nutritious food, scolding you if you're slacking off. Don't be mad, Jakurai just wants the best for his wife and future kid, so he tries to make all aspects of your life better and safer right now.

-"Now, now, s/o.. I think you should lay down a little if your back hurt that much.." - he whispers gently, caressing your shoulders with such tender touches. - "I will make you some soothing tea and give you a light massage, okay? Please, don't overstress yourself now, my lovely dear.."

#hypmic x reader #hypmic imagines #hypmic #hypnosis mic #jakurai jinguji x reader #hypnosis mic jakurai #hypmic jakurai #jakurai x reader #jakurai jinguji

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wolfsbanemanor · 5 months

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So, how did they become vampires anyway? (Part 2)

Obligatory Link to Part 1

When Lilith brought him home from the hospital, Caleb wanted to take a long shower. It was all he'd wanted to do since the bartender found him passed out on the bathroom tile. (Before that, the thing he'd wanted most was to get away from his attacker. He had tried fighting her off, tried to run away, and he couldn't. He just couldn't.) He could still feel her hands all over him, and he felt so dirty. That invasive forensic exam hadn't helped, either. He had to remove every article of clothing he'd been wearing, even down to his earring. He had been photographed, swabbed, poked, and prodded everywhere imaginable for several hours, which was the last thing he had wanted. The nurse who performed the exam was as nice and gentle about it as possible, but there was no way it was going to be pleasant. It was almost worse than what had caused him to need this examination in the first place. He wasn't even sure if he wanted to go to the police. Would they believe him? He doubted it. Glowing green eyes, fangs, unnatural coldness, odd-tasting blood? Who could believe that? They'd probably think he was some Strangerville lunatic or something. Or they'd think he was a weakling. As far as Caleb knew, this sort of thing didn't happen too often in Simlandia (though precisely how often, he wasn't sure), but when it did, it usually involved a man forcing himself on a woman, not the other way around. And as far as Caleb knew, it didn't involve the man hypnotizing his victim with glowing green eyes, or forcing her to drink his blood, or cold...fluids that should have been warm. He had Lilith stand outside the door. Even though it was their home, he didn't feel safe alone. It felt like that woman was everywhere! And who knows, maybe she was? She had, after all, managed to get past a door that ordinarily only male Sims could get through, a door that Caleb was sure he'd locked behind himself when he'd gone in. (How that was possible, he wasn't sure.) Lilith obliged. When she heard the shower turn on, she sank to the floor, sobbing quietly. This was all my fault! she thought. If I hadn't been so selfish, if I had stayed with him, this wouldn't have happened! She thought back to when they were little kids. Caleb got picked on a lot. Mainly, he wasn't very good at sports, and he got really good grades. She would always step in and stand up for him. She got in trouble for fighting a lot at school. She had always protected him, but she couldn't protect him this time. (Of course, this always cemented in the other boys' minds that Caleb was a wuss, but Lilith was willing to teach them a lesson as many times as needed.) She had always been there for him, and the one time she wasn't, he'd been... In the shower, Caleb suddenly felt dizzy and unwell again. He sat down on the floor, letting the warm water rain down on him (something he almost never did, even as a teenager, when he would write sad poems, despite living a relatively happy and normal life) and leaned against the tiled wall, shower pouf in hand, waiting for that feeling to pass. When it finally did, getting up felt like a monumental task. And when he finally got out and into a fluffy bathrobe, the room started spinning again, and he sat on the lidded toilet with his head between his knees, waiting for it to stop. The last thing he needed was to take another header into bathroom tile. On the other side of the door, Lilith picked herself up, and dried her tears. She had to be strong for her brother. She couldn't let him see her like that. She made it look like she was concentrating really hard on a book, to hide the tear streaks, the smudged makeup, and the puffiness. When he walked out and into his bedroom, she went in and splashed some cold water on her face. She then got some bandages, and re-bandaged the wounds on his head and neck. When she shut the door, the emotion of the last 12 hours or so overwhelmed him, and he cried into his pillow until he was too exhausted and fell asleep.

#caleb vatore #lilith vatore #sims lore #the sims 4 #headcanons #rape tw #miss hell

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92jinnie · 2 years

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Summary : ( I know you're going to notice me, I'm too hard to miss, intentionally. Charming, am I right?)

I get it now, that feeling ( Wish fullfilled, and all that jazz ). Slight manifestation success story ( honestly 'success story' are the only words my life relates to at this point ).

Your advice regarding how to handle and acknowledge doubts, fear that can come along with manifestations and the void?

Context |

I'm not one to call myself, an emotional person, considering emotions are different from what feelings are to me. Where as feelings are experienced conciously, while emotions manifest either consciously or subconsciously, and to be fair I pride myself in that tough exterior. From then on, I began to wonder about it, and maybe this can be counted as a success story, but I manifested a specific type of lotion for my skin ( without even trying that hard and in minutes , it's not like I need it but come on, who wouldn't treat themselves luxurious gifts? I sure as hell would especially when I'm keeping them all to myself). I re - examined the feeling I had during that moment I manifested is that regardless of when or how I knew it was going to be there so I didn't worry about it, I didn't doubt whether it was going to be there or not, rather on the fact that it was already there. That it will come to me nonetheless because it is already mine.

I love the way you answered my ask, and I definitely learned a lot from it, xoxo. Moving on from that, when it comes to doubts, fears, and all that, how do you personally do it? To me, I merely acknowledge it and erase it because it's irrational, I shouldn't be scared of anything when I'm a literal god ( Ugh, it's tough being a divine, show - stopping, breathtaking, beguiling, charming as hell god with emotions ). I acknowledge it and strip it of its roots so that it won't come back anymore but at the same time it's just like. 'Don't overcomplicate this shit, it's just, shit.' Thoughts are changeable, they're like situations, and people too, they can be changed, besides if it did not have value, or when it is not of value anymore then there is no need to miss it when it's gone. But then again I am curious about your thoughts, who wouldn't be? Admit it you thought it too somewhere in the back of your mind.

Oh and finders keepers, I'm keeping this trophy because I'm one hell of a winner, mwah. Shame there isn't an empress emoji, yet.

-🏆anon

You are definitely love,

Doubts were something that I used to fear alot I still do. I still think of the worst scenarios possible but to look back at my old self and how I used to deal with them I'm NOW way better at dealing with them, those doubts weren't just doubt to me I actually used to think of the possibilities of them happening and it gave me sweats and chill I understood one fact that I could not just keep myself in this state just like that I needed to give it a push and not a light push but a hard one I wanted the fear to go away yk that state where you think you are the only one who acts like x and thinks of x y shits but we know can't be the only one, So I decided to doubt positive things ex. Instead of ‘what if I did bad in my test why is the teacher looking like that? I don't think im gonna pass’ think ‘I just know I did too well that's why the teacher looks surprised I am passing’

You won't believe after this small little mental change things started to go the right way????? It became and habit and I rarely ever think of any worse scenario

A common fear that can come while manifesting or if we talk abt the void is the thought of wish fulfillment as much as we love how things would be after we have manifested what we desired there often comes a thought of “wait and I will be in the reality where I have EVERY single thing that I wanted....” this thought is ALOT different than the one you happily think of, its very normal to worry about it since you no more won't be living the normal life you grew up as, a life you were used to will be changed completely up to down 360° all at once yes it can be overwhelming but we all get used to that life too the uncomfortableness doesn't last long enough so no need to be scared at all !

Yes exactly I have thought about this many times things do lose it's worth of being missed if it wasn't ever made to be looked at and think about so much if it doesn't holds enough value.

The emoji justifies you so well and im in love with your asks they are so exciting to read 💞

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justventi · 7 months

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B.W.,

Recalling any memory containing you hurts me. I think you were the hardest lesson for me to learn; that just because you don't intend to hurt someone you still can. I'm sorry if you ever do read this, and any details are triggering for you, I'm sorry that I didn't know more at the time to prevent the hurt I caused you.

It took me a lot of re-examining the events, each time with more experience and knowledge to bring to the memories. When the events transpired I didn't know you were under the influence, I can't say I was too young to understand, but for the sake of explaining myself I had early childhood traumas from substance abuse that my mind learned to block out recognizing the signs that someone around me was behiving differently from being under the influence. Your life had been hard, and you were already turning to substances (before high school), whereas my life had been hard, and I had learned to completely block anything relating to subastances out. It's not an excuse, but sometimes I wonder if you would think differently of me if you heard my side, or even forgive me. And then I realize that wanting your forgiveness is quite selfish of me and that you will process as you need, even if that means never speaking to me. Which is what stops me from ever reaching out.

All of this happened so long ago, I sometimes wonder if you even still remember it, or me.

Unfortunately, probably me at least. Not in a good way, though. I think even if your mind blocked out that one day, you would still remember me as the girl that was "obsessed" with you. And yes I was. I loved you far deeper than I should've allowed myself. I don't even feel I have a right to call it love, after you said I SA'd you.

I guess before you I never thought to consider a kiss as SA, but for you it was, and I never want to belittle or invalidate that.

But I didn't know you were under the influence, and so when you pulled me in to cuddle when I just sat next to you, I was an idiot for thinking you had changed your mind about me when every conversation we had before that was platonic and you had even told me you didnt like me in that way. I should have focused more on how your behavior was different and addressed that, I should have ran the other way. I look back and I should've said something. I should've stopped watching the movie. I should've got up and moved away when you grabbed my chin, I should've known you wouldn't like me that way, since you never had before.

I hate that it took this happening for me to learn.

What's stupid is that was MY first kiss, and now all I want to do is forget it. And I hate that not only can I not forget it, but I won't allow myself, so I never hurt anyone like I did you.

Sometimes I wonder if you were with your friends when they all started messaging me accusing me of SAing you... I still wonder what exactly you told them... I still wonder what regrets you have from that day.... I guess for you the only good that came from it is that I left you alone, I never contacted you again. I hope the space was/is healing. I hope that we never meet again. I hope that I have completely disappeared from your mind, and that you don't even think of me. I hope that brings you peace.

I'm sorry for the ways I hurt you, but I also thank you, because since you I haven't ever let anyone in the same way again. I don't plan to.

Signed,

-C

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creweemmaeec11 · 3 years

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Avoiding Love: Epilogue

Guys this is so soft. I may have beaten kind touch in softness without crossing into that cliche over the top cringey cute. How do I do this

Part one Part two

The villain was having a hard time believing just what was happening right now.

He was laid back on the couch of a motel room, lights off late at night, some crappy movie playing on the small low res tv in front of him that he was barely paying attention to.

It would have been a fairly normal thing if not for the hero contently snuggled into his chest, sound asleep on top of him.

If this was a dream, he did *not* want to wake up any time soon.

But it wasn't a dream, this was real life. Feelings bubbled up in his chest as he looked down, movie long forgotten about. The hero was sound asleep, relaxed and snuggled in just about as close as he could get to the villain, having made some comment about it being punishment for avoiding him for 4 days.

If that was the case the villain might just have to do it more often.

It had been hours, and he could still feel the slight tingle of where the hero's lips had kissed his cheek.

He caught himself smiling again.

Gods. This creature in his lap had him so wrapped around his finger it was stupid.

The villain couldn't bring himself to mind.

"You're staring again,"

The sudden voice snapped the villain back to reality only to see two eyes sleepily peering up at him.

How long had the hero been awake?

The villain's face immediately took on a red hue.

How long had he been staring?

"I wasn't! I- wait- again?" The villain sputtered.

The hero on top of him giggled, and the sound immediately made the villain feel warm and floaty inside. The hero's face when they laughed while half asleep had to be one of the cutest sights the villain had ever seen. He felt his heart rate pick up again when he remembered what said hero had said earlier.

This hero could play him like a violin without even trying. He had it so bad it was ridiculous. He would have even called it pathetic if not for the fact he wouldn't change it for the world. Not if it meant losing this.

"Yes, again," the hero replied, before yawning mid-sentence and snuggling in even closer, "you were doing it for most of the movie too,"

The villain blushed even more. He was fairly certain the hero would be able to feel how flustered he was even from where he was snuggled against his chest.

"Sorry..." the villain muttered, shifting slightly.

"I don't mind" the hero replied, "I'm just wondering what you're looking at,"

"Nothing. I'm just... staring off into space,"

"For a villain, you're a terrible liar," the hero replied, idly drawing circles on the villain's chest with his finger, which caused goosebumps to rise. The villain could hear the amusement in his voice.

The villain wasn't sure what to say.

"I think it's pretty cute," the hero continued, yawning yet again, "That your staring and don't even realize it,"

The villain shrugged, pathetically tongue-tied and unable to come up with an excuse.

The hero shifted, getting more comfortable before snuggling even closer, "you're so warm,"

The hero glanced up when he still didn't get a response, only to see the villain pointedly looking away from him. The hero giggled again, poking the villain's stomach gently, "Sunshine, you don't need to stop looking at me,"

The nickname alone made the villain's gaze snap back to the hero laying on top of him.

"I was just wondering why, I didn't mean for you to stop," he explained with a small smile.

"You'd laugh," the villain muttered, trying not to shift nervously and disturb the hero who was still practically half asleep.

"I would never," the hero replied more seriously, "If I ever did, it would be fondly, certainly not mockingly. I promise,"

The villain huffed. This was unfair. He couldn't say no to the two puppy dog eyes looking up at him now. He never could.

"I'm just trying to convince myself this is real," the villain admitted under his breath, "because it feels like a dream,"

He couldn't meet the hero's eyes while he spoke, but when he didn't immediately get a response, the villain dared a glance.

The hero was looking up at him with a big yet soft, genuine smile. He reached down, grabbing the villains hand with his own, pulling it in closer and subsequently pulling the villain's arm around him.

"This is real," The hero reassured, intertwining their fingers, "don't worry"

"I just... never thought I'd ever get to hear you say it,"

"Say what?" The hero asked in confusion.

The villain opened his mouth to reply, but stopped, blushing, like the words were caught in his throat. He bit his lip.

But the hero caught on quickly, a small smirk growing on his face.

"Ohhh,"

The villain glanced at him, before looking away again, cheeks darkening.

"I could always say it again you know, if you'd like," the hero offered, failing to hide the amusement in his voice.

The hero smiled as he felt the villain go statue still underneath him. He turned his face downwards, resting the side of his head against the villain's chest. Gently, he examined the villain's hand in his, tracing over the different scars lightly.

"I love you," the hero whispered quietly. Even he was too shy to say it while looking at the other.

In his ear, he could immediately hear the sound of the villain's heart rate pick up, suddenly thumping like a jackrabbit through the snow.

The hero immediately giggled in delight, which didn't help the pounding in his ear slow down any.

He went to say something, most likely a tease of some kind but was cut off by a large yawn, causing the villain above him to chuckle.

"You should go back to sleep darling, you can barely keep your eyes open,"

The villain felt slightly guilty, avoiding the hero for 4 days was probably part of the reason he was so tired.

"It's okay, I'm not- *yawn* - that sleepy..." the hero replied, despite clearly losing the battle to stay awake.

The villain just shook his head and scooped the hero up in his arms as he stood up.

"Wha-"

"Just moving you to bed,"

After laying the barely conscious hero down, he threw the blankets over him. Right as he went to pull away and head to his own bed, he felt something grab onto his hand.

The hero was looking up at him with a mixed expression of pleading, sad, and almost slightly betrayed.

The villain gave a defeated laugh.

Puppy eyes were so cheating.

"Move over,"

The hero's eyes lit up.

He barely got a chance to settle down under the covers before the hero was reattached to his chest snugly. The villain just idly began combing through the hero's hair.

They lay in content silence for a minute, before a barely audible mutter caught the villain's attention.

"I really don't mind you know,"

"Mind what?" The villain asked in confusion, staring at the ceiling above.

"The staring," the hero replied, voice barely discernible from where he was mumbling, barely conscious on the villain's chest, yet still somehow managing to snuggle even closer, "makes me feel safe,"

The villain looked down in shock, only to find the hero had finally waved the white flag and lost the battle of staying awake, now sound asleep.

The villain doubted the hero would even remember any of this conversation in the morning.

He was kind of banking on it because he would never live it down otherwise.

One way or another though, he was sure of two things.

One, he was in love.

And two, he was *definitely* sending supervillain a fruit basket after this.

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Secrets of the West Wing (ch. 22)

A/n: Alright my lovely readers, we have come to an end on our fluff. Here's the angst I promised you. You can only put me off for so long!

For @sweetprentiss 's spring writing challenge!

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Chapter 22 - Capturing Athena

June 2026 - Emily's POV

Come on y/n, pick up. I cursed when I heard her voicemail again. I had been pacing our living room floor for about twenty minutes now, worry increasing by the second. I dialed y/n's number again, my nail beds now bleeding from how much I was biting them. I couldn't even register the slight sting right now. Y/n wasn't picking up and she never ignored my calls. I knew something was wrong. Call it a gut feeling, but this didn't feel like when she disappeared from Green all those months before. I somehow knew she was safe then, just as I knew now that something was wrong.

"Your call has been forwarded to an automated voice messaging system 30-" I hung up again.

I called Garcia's number, hoping she would be able to tell me y/n was still in the Oval. "Hello my glorious goddess! What can I do for you on this fine evening?"

Normally, Garcia's peppy greeting would make me smile. But I couldn't even pretend to match her energy. I couldn't greet her back, rushing to ask the only question on my mind. "Is y/n still in the Oval? Have you seen her recently?"

"I'm sorry, Emily. I've already left - I left before her." Shit. "She sent me home saying she had some work to finish up. Is everything alright?" I ripped my finger out of my mouth, the taste of my blood just as bitter as my worry.

"No, I'll call you later." I quickly ended the call with Garcia and called down to the Oval. No one picked up. My stomach plummeted. I hurriedly grabbed my gun and rushed out of the residence to go look for her. I found it a bit odd to see that Green wasn't posted at the door. Maybe he was following y/n around on a walk. What could be so wrong that she needed to go on a walk? Why wouldn't she answer the phone?

I went down to check the Oval first since Garcia had last seen her there. I found the office empty and the lights out. Panic rising in me, I rushed out to the gardens and scoured them. When I found them empty, I put my ear piece in and asked, "Does anyone have eyes on Athena?"

I heard a quick, "She went to the residence half an hour ago, Prentiss." My stomach sank, my heart pounding.

"She never made it," I whispered. Where the hell was she?

I sprinted to my office, dialing Hotch's number on the way. He answered quickly and I frantically explained that no one knew where y/n was. I thought I might throw up. My worst fears were coming true. And she swore to me that she'd be careful; she promised Hotch she would pay attention to her surroundings.

Hearing my frantic ramblings, Hotch said, "You need to calm down if you want to find her." His voice was stern. I knew he was right, I just couldn't make myself actually do it. I couldn't breathe right now. It felt like my whole world was crashing down around me. Y/n needs you. Get it together.

As I impatiently waited for Hotch to get back to the White House, I engaged in the protocol for this situation. I called the cabinet to come back to the White House to confer and invoke the 25th Amendment - sign over temporary presidential powers to Rossi. Then I called the director of the FBI to ask for more agents. Lastly, I called JJ so we could get ahead of the media. I hoped we could find her before the media caught wind of her being missing. This didn't need national coverage yet.

I breathed a sigh of relief when Hotch swiftly entered my office. "Any updates?" He wasn't bothering with greetings or social pleasantries either.

I shook my head and blew out a heavy breath. "No. But I think we should re-examine that old letter - reform our ideas about it. I had previously dismissed this thought completely, but y/n thinks the letter and the photos are related. That the same person did both. She thinks it's an inside man."

"Why didn't she tell me?"

I looked away, a bit guilty. "I think because I told her it wasn't likely that it was the same person. And we were in Colorado, so I made her relax and stop thinking about it." I put my head in my hand, hating myself for dismissing her so quickly. This is exactly what Hotch warned against. I was too excited to get her in bed to listen to what she had to say.

"Something tells me she isn't one to just let something like that go," Hotch trailed off. "Did she have any idea about who it could be?"

I blew out another breath. "No, I'm sure she's been worrying about it for a while now," I said sadly. "She didn't have an idea - when we talked about it - about who it could be. And now he has her, and I don't know who he is."

"Hang on now. We don't know if anyone has her." I looked pointedly at him.

"I checked the gardens myself, Hotch. And no one's seen her since leaving the Oval an hour and a half ago." I paused and sat back in my chair, thinking. "You don't think they used the tunnels, do you?" If he smuggled her out through the tunnels, they could be anywhere in DC by now. Hotch immediately pulled his phone out and called his contact at the Treasury Building where the tunnel ends.

After a brief conversation with them, he looked at me and shook his head. "No one's seen her over there either, or any agents."

"But then how could anyone have gotten her out of the White House without being seen?"

He shook his head again, also unsure. "Alright. Let's call everyone in one at a time and see if anyone knows more than we do." As he finished, Morgan burst through the door.

"Athena's gone?? Prentiss, you okay?" I shook my head.

"No." There was no point in lying. I'm sure it was obvious on my face. "Let's find her."

"I just spoke with a bunch of the guys. All said they saw or heard the update that she was en route to the residence. Green said he was posted there and waiting. They didn't hear anything until you called and asked if anyone had eyes on her."

I nodded, thinking. And then my stomach plummeted to the floor. "Green wasn't posted at the door," I said softly, fear paralyzing me.

"What?" Hotch asked.

"I thought it was odd, but not crazy unusual earlier. When I left to look for her, Green wasn't posted at the door. I hoped maybe they were on a walk together. I'd forgotten about it until just now."

"Well, where the hell is Green?" Hotch asked. I immediately pulled my phone out to call him while he furiously spoke into the com system. Neither of us could get a response from him.

"Think he's dead somewhere?" Morgan asked. I shook my head. I should have listened to y/n. She knew - her gut serving her well; it served her better than mine had. I wasn't deserving of my job. She had tried to tell me last week that she thought it was an inside job. And I had dismissed it. Dismissed her. And it may cost her her life.

"I want all agents looking for Athena and Green," Hotch ordered into his earpiece. "Sweep the areas immediately surrounding your posts and check back in." He spoke directly to Morgan and me now, "Prentiss, go sweep the residence again. Just make sure she isn't asleep or passed out somewhere. Morgan, go quickly check the oval and the Kennedy gardens."

"She likes the tree by the bench on the east side," I reminded him, sadness coloring my voice. He gave me one pitying glance and then walked out of my office.

I rushed up to the residence, begging whatever god was up there to find her at the piano oblivious to everything around her, lost in her music. I prayed I'd hear Chopin or even the song she'd written for me flowing out into the hallway. And though I wasn't hopeful I'd find her or hear her playing, seeing Green still absent from the hallway crushed me. When I opened the door, the silence of the residence deafened me. All I could hear was my own heart pounding in my chest. There was no music when normally the residence was filled with her music.

I moved efficiently through each room of the residence, my gun drawn but pointed to the floor. With each cleared room, my stomach twisted in on itself further. I rushed to the sink, and heaved. My ears were swimming, my stomach whirling.

I faintly heard Hotch's voice in my ear but I couldn't focus on it enough to make out words. My head was reeling, the blood rushing so loudly in my ears. "Prentiss!" His words finally registered. "Have you cleared the residence?"

"Yes," I responded, voice rough from just throwing up. I tried my hardest to collect myself - for y/n's sake. "She isn't here," my voice broke.

"Meet us back downstairs. I've completed interviews with the agents on duty. No one's seen anything. We're going to sweep the tunnel and the bunker."

How could I have let this happen? Could it really be Green? And if it was, why? Why now? Why her?? She just couldn't be gone…

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trashy28 · 3 years

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Get Some Rest (Tech x Reader) Pt 2

Warnings: anxiety, angst-y ?, mentions of death/near-death experiences, blood/gore, mentions of violence, fluff at the end i promise (i would say im sorry, but im not) (bet you didn't expect this right after a fluffy first part >:))

Pairing: Tech x GN!Reader

Word Count: 5.1k

Part 1, Part 2

Summary: Oh no! It's a mission gone wrong trope! I wonder what could possibly be underneath this keep-reading cutoff! It totally cannot be where the reader and the bad batch go on a rescue mission only for something to go awry leading to treating injuries, and feelings.

"Everything is going to be okay. It will be alright. You got this y/n, you got this." You mumbled to yourself under your breath as you hid behind a convenience stall on some Outer Rim planet.

Something had gone wrong, VERY wrong. The mission was supposed to be easy: get in, get the prisoners, and get out, but it had all gone downhill faster than you could say dank farrik.

Earlier in the day, Tech had tapped into a secure Separatist transmission when messing around with his datapad. The Separatists were broadcasting a signal from a supposed neutral Outer Rim planet back to their base only a system away. They had taken the native people as prisoners and were going to use them for something, but none of you could figure out what. From then on, Hunter had taken charge, deciding that there was no time to ask for approval on the mission.

When the five of you reached the planet, you couldn't help but whisper to Tech next to you, "None of this seems right. If the Separatists did take these people as prisoners wouldn't there still be ships and droids?"

Tech simply looked at you before saying, "Not if they wanted to be secretive about it," and going back to his datapad.

You let out a huff. Things hadn't been that different between you two after the kiss you shared in the cockpit of the Havoc Marauder. When in private there would be shared tender moments, like there was nothing in the world that could come between you two, but with his brothers, Tech would regard you as the friend they all viewed you to be. They all knew something was going on between you two, and you had even taken it upon yourself to rant to Crosshair one night. He said he 'reluctantly' chose to listen, but he had calmed your anxious babbling about how you thought that Tech was embarrassed that you two were something now. That brought up another fact about how you two never addressed what you could call yourselves. Any time you tried to bring it up to Tech he would either cut you off with something else he was wildly researching, or one of his brothers would walk in and need either one of you. Crosshair's words did help to remind you that "That's just how Tech is sometimes. Clones were made to be fighters, not lovers." Leave it to him to say something like that. Out of every one of his brothers you knew he was the one who wanted a normal life the most even if he didn't show it.

As you and the rest of the group began your walk from the Marauder to the closest town you found yourself falling into step next to Wrecker instead of your usual placement besides Tech. Looking down at you, he asks, "Something bothering you? It sure looks like something is,"

Looking up to make eye contact with him you say, "I still don't feel like this is right. Everything seems to be falling into place too easily. This never happens to us!"

Wrecker turns his attention back to the surroundings passing a glance over the open area before stating, "Honestly, it is a little odd, but I trust the others and their intuition as much as yours."

The finality in his tone stood true as neither of you said anything for the rest of the walk into the town square. Walking past the empty booths would have been enough to send normal civilians running at the sight, everything was ruined. Curtains torn, fruit on the floor, and vendor booths destroyed. It was a depressing sight to see, but sadly one that the group was used to, it was a time of war after all.

After a little longer of walking and reaching the heart of the city, Hunter holds his fist up and all of the groups' motion ceases. "Tech," he says, "Can you pick up anything else from that transmission or anything that could give us a clue as to what else happened here?"

"I'm working on it, have been since we landed. The Separatists have scrambled all signals, so it’s taking me a while to try and find the frequency again," Tech answers before looking around the surrounding area, "As for what happened here, I think the evidence speaks for itself."

Hunter sighs before saying, "Alright, we'll split into two groups to cover more ground. Tech, and Wrecker you're with me. Crosshair and y/n, I expect no arguments coming out of this grouping."

Crosshair scoffs as you roll your eyes and make your way to stand next to him. "Didn't plan for arguments but maybe I'll start a few just to piss you off now," you say as you turn back towards Hunter.

"Just make it back here in one piece, we'll meet back up here at 1500, and if anybody is late, we assume they have gone missing and this was a trap," Hunter says before turning away and starting to walk down one of the many deserted alleys.

"Looks like we're stuck together again Cross," you let out before elbowing his side and starting to walk forward.

Following you and shoving a toothpick in his mouth he says, "As long as you don't complain about your problems with your boyfriend the whole time this might just be enjoyable."

"Yeah, yeah, let's just get going you karking toothpick lover."

It had only been around half an hour or so of walking before you and Crosshair could hear blaster fire in the distance. You ask, "Hey Cross, am I dehydrated, or is that actual blaster fire?" Turning around to face the said man, he already had his eyepiece down checking for heat signatures and was pulling you by your arm into a space between two buildings.

"There's nothing around us, but I'm assuming the others encountered some clankers. They must have found something because well, we found nothing and have no one after us," Crosshair states before tilting his helmet down to you and reading your facial expressions, "You want to go back and help them, don't you?"

"Of course I do Crosshair! Don't pretend that you don't want to either, I know how you care for your brothers. Let's just try to make it back without alerting any of those damn droids," you reply.

Crosshair tilts his head towards a stack of boxes and towards the roof of the buildings, you were situated between. "I think I have an idea."

"Why the hell did I let you come up with the idea to get back to your brothers. Running from roof to roof isn't exactly easy and leaves us out in the open," you complain before hopping another gap in-between roofs to catch up with Crosshair.

Crosshair stops short in front of you on the next roof almost causing you to walk into him before turning around to face you, "Look, I'm just as anxious as you to get back to them, but they are all capable enough to take care of themselves and I trust them with that. You of all people should know that as well," he spits angrily, and could almost hear a growl with his final punctuation.

"I know Crosshair, I get that you are worried, but I just can't help thinking that something had to go wrong. Let's just hope that my intuition is the wrong thing," You say before putting a hand on his shoulder, "C'mon, let's make this fast."

By the time you had made it back to the town square, to your luck, you still had not encountered any droids except for the ones who were scattered all over the floor in pieces.

"Looks like Hunter got to work on these guys," you say as you bend down to touch the large gash left by a vibro-knife in the torso of a droid.

Crosshair is examining another droid with its head ripped off only a few meters from you, "Looks like Wrecker got these guys too. But the question remains: where are Hunter, Wrecker, and Tech?"

At this, you paused and drew your focus away from the droid and instead survey the area, "The real question is, why is there no evidence of Tech fighting back? There are no electro-proton bombshells and even no blaster marks on any of these guys."

"Maybe they split up," Crosshair looks at you before pointing down one of the alleys.

"Fuck, I hope you're right."

It didn't take both of you that long to find Hunter and Wrecker, but it also didn't take long for another set of droids to ambush you. That's how you found yourself pressed behind the convenience stall mumbling under your breath. You had managed to take down a few droids but were forced to take cover. The others were still scattered around picking off droids one by one just as you remembered that Tech was still nowhere to be seen. Your mind was rushing faster than you could've ever thought trying to find out any idea as to where he could have gone.

Suddenly the blaster fire stopped as you heard a final clank from a droid hitting the ground. As you stood up you looked around cautiously, and deciding the coast was clear you jumped over the stall to group up with the rest of the bad batch.

As everyone began looking over each other there seemed to be only one thought shared between the group. This was a trap and Tech was gone.

Trying to alleviate the sour mood the group was plunging headfirst into you chuckled before saying, "You guys can finally say I was right now."

The others groaned before Hunter said, "Now is not the time y/n, Tech's missing and we have no clue where the kark he could be."

"You think I don't know that Hunter?" You let out through clenched teeth before continuing, "I'm just as worried as you are right now, but let's get somewhere where we don't have to worry about droids ambushing us."

Crosshair let out a sigh from beside you, "They're right. We won't be able to help Tech if we're dead so let's get back to the ship."

Picking up what he was putting down you finished for him, "We can re-group our thoughts on the Marauder, come up with a game plan, and then retrace our steps. It will do no good thinking while our minds are in 20 places at once."

Back on the ship all of you had gathered around the small datapad you placed in the middle of the table. "Alright, I tracked Tech's datapad's last known location to here, but who knows if it even with him," you say before zooming in on the location, "We can't guarantee that it would be safe either, we all know the number of clankers they sent after us just to try and keep us away."

"As long as I get to blow something up and get Tech out, anything is a good plan," Wrecker says before heading towards the back of the ship.

Crosshair nods at both you and Hunter before getting out of his seat to go and follow Wrecker.

"I know you're really worried, you don't hide your emotions that well," Hunter says while placing a hand on your shoulder.

"No shit Hunter," you start while rolling your eyes, "I'm worried about what might happen if we can't find him, or even if it's too late and he's already gone. I don't know what I would be able to do without him."

Hunter gives your shoulder a reassuring squeeze, "It will be okay y/n. For our sake and yours, let's think positively."

The four of you had made your way back into the town square better equipped and without a problem. You had some of your own plastoid armor on now for a bit of extra protection in case things decided to take an even stronger turn for the worst.

"The signal from the datapad is down the alley to the Northeast," you say while glancing up from your own datapad.

The group nods back at you as you continue your way down the alley. It was quiet, the tall sand-colored buildings surrounding you couldn't help but make you feel claustrophobic. The other alleys were not like this. They had seemed to be more open, with a lot fewer canopies, but this one had canopies blocking almost all the sun. It also didn't help that it was starting to get dark.

As you reached another intersection, Hunter held up his fist to signify everyone to stop. A wave of déjà vu flashed over you, and you prayed to any gods that would listen that you wouldn't split up again. After a few moments, Hunter turned to you and tilted his head to the side, to which you answered by pointing your hand to the alley to the right. In a whisper, you add, "If we continue straight down that alley, we should reach another intersection. Tech's datapad should be there."

The four of you continued walking again and when you reached the intersection you couldn't help but let out a strangled sob. There was a pool of blood on the farthest side of the intersection that was smeared on one side. Rushing up next to the blood, you stopped mere centimeters from it as your eyes caught sight of Tech's datapad. Your hands were shaking as you reached for it and you brushed a finger over one of the bloody fingerprints. "Oh shit," you say letting out a shaky breath. How could you have let this happen; how could you allow yourselves to walk right into a trap? Now Tech was gone, bleeding out, or dead, and there was no exact way to trace him.

You see Wrecker's hands wrap around your own but don't register the feelings. Your whole body has seemingly shut off and stopped processing the world around you. Wrecker takes the datapad from your hands and passes it to either Hunter or Crosshair. You are too shocked to care as you collapse to your knees. Wrecker is at your side on the ground in seconds and pulls you right into him. The plastoid armor that would bring you so much comfort as you used to hold Tech close only burned as tears began to fall from your face. The air was thick with remorse and regret, but you couldn't hold on to the fact that he could be dead. After a few somber minutes recollecting yourself, you pushed away from Wrecker and pushed yourself off the ground, offering a hand to Wrecker to assist him. Once both of you were up and you had cleaned the sand off your pants, you turned towards Hunter and Crosshair. They were silent as ever, Crosshair had taken a seat on of the nearby crates and had his head in his hands, and Hunter had taken to looking at Tech datapad.

Breaking the silence, you spoke first, "We can't just give up and believe he is dead," startling Crosshair causing him to jump in his seat.

"Yeah, we need to think he's still out there, that the Separatist kept him alive for information," Wrecker added, backing you up.

Hunter had turned back around waving the datapad, "They were smart enough to keep his datapad here, but they weren't smart enough to wipe any messages on it."

At this, you scrambled over to Hunter's side and pulled that datapad closer to your face. Displayed was an unsent message to you that contained various numbers. "Coordinates," you say breathlessly as Crosshair joins the rest of you standing in a haphazard circle around the datapad. Adding, you ask, "Do you think those are the coords of the base where they took the prisoners too?"

"Probably," Crosshair speaks for the first time since arriving at the intersection, "Let's hope Tech's there too."

Taking Tech's datapad from Hunter, Crosshair begins off in the direction leading away from Tech's bloodstain on the ground, but also opposite the way you came. The rest of you fall into step behind him and continue your way to your destination.

On the way following the coordinates, all four of you were on high alert, but no droids had come to attack you, relieving some of the stress. It didn't help relax you guys upon seeing the droids surrounding a large sandstone castle-like building. Stopping at the crest of a hill a while away from the makeshift Separatist base, Hunter and you took to scanning the surrounding area, while Crosshair and Wrecker began to formulate some form of attack.

"Once again, I can tell you're worried," Hunter said as you both had scopes pulled out to try and find any weak points in the droid formations.

"And once again, we all are Hunter. I just hope we aren't too late," You reaffirm before pointing at a space straight ahead, "Look, they're rotating shifts. Maybe we could find a way in on their next rotation."

Hunter turns to look at you before saying, "How would we know when the next rotation is?"

"I don't know, maybe figure out what time it is Mr. Survivalist," you taunt sarcastically.

Hunter scoffs before saying "It's 1900, we could use the fact that it's dark out now to our advantage. It could help us slip in and out undetected if we want."

Nodding before standing up, you say, "True, let's go tell the others and see if it can play into their plan."

Once getting back to Crosshair and Wrecker, all four of you focused on a plan and decided it was best to split into two groups to help divide the droid forces. There would be no surprise ambushes by the droids, but instead an ambush on them. You and Hunter taking the back way in, through the gap in droid shifts you noticed earlier, while Wrecker and Crosshair would work on some sort of distraction from the front.

Wrapping up the discussion of the plan one last time before separating Hunter adds, "Remember, this is a rescue mission. Once we have Tech and possible other prisoners we get out as fast as we can."

You, Wrecker, and Crosshair nodded before wishing each other luck as they walked off from your position.

"You ready y/n?" Hunter asks.

"Ready as I'll ever be," you say back to him as you two make your way towards your position.

Once situated towards the back of the building, Hunter commed Crosshair saying, "The droids are about to rotate positions, on my word start whatever distraction you have in mind."

The two of you waited on edge while the minutes drew on. After what felt like forever the droids finally began to move. At this, Hunter commed Crosshair again with finality, saying, "Now."

From your position, you could see the blast from the explosives Wrecker had set off, along with the heavy concentration of blaster fire. The droids that were covering the area where you and Hunter immediately went to act as reinforcement to those affected by the blast.

Hunter and you ran from your location to the back of the building, quickly finding an open window. Pulling the window open more, you forced your way inside as Hunter followed. The room was empty, and most of the lights were off. Pulling out a flashlight you scanned it across the floor quickly before turning it off again to not be spotted, even if there was a small chance of that.

"It looks like we are in some type of living room," Hunter says before making his way away from the window and peeking his head around the corner of the door and into the hallway. "The hallway's clear, I would say split up to cover more floors, but seeing what happened last time I told everyone to split up... I don't think that's a good idea."

Nodding you made your way over to him to look out into the hallway as well. "I say we go to the basement if there is one. It would make sense to keep people prisoner there," You say before stepping foot into the hallway.

"Yeah, but the only problem is finding stairs that could lead to a basement," Hunter says while stepping into place behind you.

"It shouldn't be that hard, plus if Tech was still bleeding by the time, he got here, wouldn't you think there would be a trail of blood where they brought him?" You shuddered while stating the possibility out loud, just as Hunter made a noise of acknowledgment.

After what felt like hours of walking the hallways on high alert, and checking most rooms as you come across them, you staggered trying to stop yourself from walking as you finally caught sight of some blood on the ground. "Hunter," you whispered, "Look."

Hunter looked around your form to get a glance at what you were looking at, before shining his flashlight down the rest of the hall. "There's a trail too," he said while keeping his flashlight trained on the spots of blood.

"C'mon," You say as you grab him by the hand and pull him the rest of the way down the hallway.

Stopping at the end of the said hallway you are greeted by stairs to the left of you, and you turn to Hunter before silently agreeing to walk town together in sync. The stairs were solid sandstone, so you didn't have to worry about any creaky stairs, but you did have to worry about footing. Pulling out your vibro-knives at the same time as Hunter, you two started making your way down the stairs. The sight that waited for you and the bottom of the short walk would stick in your head forever. The basement was one single connected holding cell, with prisoners lined up against the bars trying to get a look at you. Some of them were crying, others wailing in pain, and some had fallen into silent spells. Noticing this, Hunter and you quickly put your knives away before you rushed to the gate with the main lock at it. While you made fast work of the lock and quickly picked it, Hunter had begun reassuring the people that we were here for help and that he was looking for someone who looked like us. With the gate, open people poured out in a mass exodus and began to make their way upstairs, without a single care of what could happen to them.

Once almost everyone was out, you and Hunter made your way into the cell where you were greeted with another terrible sight. Tech was there on a stone table in the middle of a cell with one of them, now freed, prisoners hovering over him. His armor was off and tossed to the side as he was only in his blacks, and he had a bacta patch wrapped around his torso. You rushed over to him as Hunter escorted the prisoner out of the cell and couldn't help but let out a sob for the second time today. Tech looked frail, and you hesitated to even reach out to touch him fearing that it would break him. You were immediately relieved after placing two fingers on his wrist and feeling his pulse. It was weak, but it was still there. "Hunter! I need some help down here," you call out before starting to run around the table to grab Tech's armor. Hunter came running back down the stairs at your call and once you saw him you continued, "I need you to carry him out of here. I'll get his armor, but we need to move fast before the droid realize that this was all a diversion."

At this Hunter makes his way to Tech's side without a word and picks him up and slings him over his shoulder. Grabbing the final pieces of Tech's armor, both of you begin to make your way up to the stair. Tapping the comlink on your wrist you hear blaster fire permeate through the room around you. "Crosshair, we got Tech. If I know Wrecker, he probably has some explosives, so as soon as we get out of the house, give him the word to blow this place up."

"Got it," Crosshair says before the comlink closes with a beep.

"Let's try a nearby window and get out of here as fast as we can before we tell them to set the chargers," you say to Hunter as you force your way ahead of him and into the closest room. Hunter follows you before grunting as a noise of approval. Making your way to the window, you grab Tech's helmet from where it sat under your arm and smashed it. Hunter gives you an exasperated look as he walks past you and out the window first, to which you only say, "What? It was a lot easier than putting everything down and opening it.

Once both of you are outside, you make your way to the location where you two started the mission. Reaching the spot a few meters away, you open the com with Crosshair again, "Crosshair, tell Wrecker to light it up. Now!"

Instead of getting an actual response as an answer, you could hear the various explosions coming from the area behind you.

"Nice work you two but meet up with us where we made camp before, it will be quicker to get back to the Marauder with Wrecker carrying Tech," You say into the com again before forcing yourself to walk in the direction of the temporary camp from before.

"Rodger that," Both Crosshair and Wrecker's voices come through the comlink before the transmission ends again with a beep.

The four of you, plus an unresponsive Tech, met up quickly and rushed back to the Marauder as soon as you could. Reaching the ship was a relief as Hunter had immediately gone into the cockpit and got you guys off the planet, and Wrecker took Tech to the bunks with you in tow with medical supplies.

Once Wrecker placed Tech on his respective bunk, you immediately rushed him out of the room and got to work. Removing the hastily applied bacta patch, you assessed the wound that Tech had got before he was captured. It was nasty at first glance, but you assumed it was even worse before he had the first batch patch applied. The cut ran from his left shoulder across his torso, coming to finally stop at the bottom of his right ribs. Luckily, the cut wasn't that deep, because there would have been hardly a chance, he would've survived that. Continuing your work, you cleaned the wound before wrapping it up again in another bacta patch. Standing up and observing the handiwork of your terrible medical experience, you run a full body scan with your datapad just to check for any other injuries that could internal. Thankfully, the scan came up negative and you could assume that Tech had just passed out due to blood loss. He still looked extremely pale as you stood there and stared at him, but some color was starting to return to his body.

Sitting back down, you grasped his hand in yours and looked at both hands together. As the weight of the day's events slowly started the catch up with you, you could hardly help yourself as you began to fall asleep. In a state of half-consciousness, you could've sworn you felt Tech's hand squeezing yours, but you were too tired to even process the notion that he might've.

The feeling of someone pulling your hand to their lips pulled you out of your nap and caused you to pick your head up from the side of Tech's bunk.

"Good morning Tech," you said before you could even process what was happening, but as soon as the words left your mouth your head snapped up and your eyes immediately widened. "Tech! You're up!"

Tech let out a breathy chuckle before trying to force his way up, only for you immediately to place your hand on his good shoulder and force him back down, "Nope, no getting up for you just yet. You had us all worried sir," you say while shifting your position to get a better look at him.

"I never meant to cause you guys any trouble," he says sincerely, "We had all got split up when those droids attacked us, and they caught me by surprise by sending in reinforcements."

"It's okay Tech, you don't need to justify your actions, you're alive and here back on the Marauder with us. That is all that matters," you say before gripping his hand again and squeezing it.

"Y'know while the droids were dragging me away as I was bleeding out, I couldn't help but focus on one thing," he says while squeezing your hand in return.

"Oh? And what was that?" You ask with a smile on your face.

Tech smiles back at you before bringing your hand to his lips again and placing a firm kiss on your knuckles, "I couldn't stop thinking about how I hadn't told you how much I love you."

Freezing in your place at the combinations of the words and the sincerity in Tech's tone, you couldn't help but find yourself smiling wider at what he had said. "I love you too Tech, too much. I thought I had lost you today but I'm so glad I didn't," you say with finality in your tone.

Leaning down to place a kiss on his lips you find yourself in a state of relief. Tech was back and safe out of harm's way, and he really does love you. Pulling away from the kiss, but still holding eye contact with him you say, "You still need to rest up, and don't think that kissing me will be a distraction."

Tech rolls his eye and lets out a groan before smirking and saying, "Well after I'm all healed you better make it up to me."

You smack his leg and let out a huff of frustration and as you go to walk out of the room you say, "We'll see about that one Tech. We'll see."

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a/n: once again i feel like this is meh but i still dont know. i meant to have this done 2 days ago but almost passed out because of my second dose of the covid vaccine, plus i had a 6 page paper due so likeeee. anyway TAKE THIS right after the new episode, also if you guys watched it already... HOLY SHITTTT 🙏

#the bad batch x reader #the bad batch #bad batch #bad batch x reader #tech x reader #clone trooper tech x reader #bad batch tech x reader #tech bad batch #tech bad batch x reader #the clone wars #clone trooper tech

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serpenteve · 3 years

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i'm the original hotcake anon loving all the new hotcakes on your blog🎂

sab show hotcake: combining the soc and sab stories was fun in some ways but i think it really undercut both the darkling and kaz in that neither appear as scary/powerful/ruthless as they should have. i get that kaz in this "prequel" kinda show hasn't yet reached the level of cunning scheming we saw in the books but even so. maybe it was his obvious feelings for inej lol or maybe it was that they were trying so hard to frame the crows' crimes in a positive light as a contrast to the darkling's who is supposedly evil (making the grisha who went after them be racist so it wouldn't matter that they killed them while even something like the darkling killing a fuckin stag is Evil - i'm vegan and i thought that was stupid) and ultimately alina even gives her dagger to inej which sort of feels like a "blessing" to kill (and book!alina would lecture the heartrenders about how they murder people lmao). kinda reinforces the idea of how it's okay if you kill with a sword/dagger/HUMAN ways but if you use magic (the cut, heartrenders) then it's BAD. and i mean. the crows are supposed to be criminals. criminals with a code but still. one narrative pushes the idea that doing that is evil (sab) and in the other it's cool and fun (soc) and combining them is just so weird tonally.

ORIGINAL HOTCAKE ANON???? 👀🔥🎂 You are now a celebrity here!!!! LOOK AT YOUR LEGACY SANKTA HOTCAKE !!!! 🙇🏽‍♀️

This rings true to me as well. The original trilogy had a very weird black-and-white moral landscape whereas SoC leans more grey-and-black or even grey-and-grey. Our heroes can rip out people's eyeballs and toss them overboard for stabbing our love interest. A violent misogynist can be redeemed and forgiven. The characters we root for don't need any noble motives and can simply be fueled by greed and vengeance and we love them all the more for it.

Meanwhile, in Shadow & Bone land, Alina fights to re-enstate the same monarchy who provide no other safe role for the Grisha except as canon fodder because maintaining the status quo is more important than examining the background social inequalities that motivated our designated villain in the first place 🙄

Also, I find it interesting that the show spent more time showing how much discrimination and racial attacks Alina faces for being half-Shu while not showing how much the Grisha are hunted and killed outside the Little Palace. If not for Nina's storyline and the Darkling's backstory, the audience would have literally no clue that for the Grisha of the world, being a soldier in the Second Army is their only sanctuary from witchhunters, slavers, government experimentation, and the bigotry they face from their own Ravkan civilians.

This is what makes the Darkling's dream of one day being considered Ravkan so meaningful in a world where they are Grisha first and foremost, and Ravkan second---almost as an afterthought and conditional on the basis that they fight for the King. Like, how is this man supposed to be the absolute pinnacle of evil in this world????

#viv answers #original hotcake anon blesses us with their presence!!!

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silverrstarrr · 3 years

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Sorry for such the big delay for chapter 2! Since this took some time, I made this chapter longer. As I said before: please be nice, this is my first fanfic. I would LOOOVEEE feedback or even tips to better my writing. I made a little playlist for you guys can listen to while reading. Please enjoy!

○Part lll- crumb

●Recently played- crumb

○Big sis- SALES

●Ghost-Machine girl(I'll put an ◇ when to play this song)

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Chapter 2:

「6:30pm」

Horns honking left and right, men in suits exiting the train. Women sitting on benches holding their phones with their shoulder–typing away on a laptop. High school girls walking around in groups, giggling and smiling at one another. Obviously they were having a good conversations. Tourists and visitors checking out pastry displays, hands on their chins- undecided on what to get.'Tokyo sure is busy, huh.' Y/n said to herself.

Y/n was currently strolling throughout the streets, glancing every now and then at food restaurants— trying to see what she was in the mood for. Tapping her phone screen once again, she checked the time. In a thin helvetica font, the numbers "3:25" were written along with the words "pm" right next to it in a smaller font size. Dropping her hands down, her arms drooping right along- a sigh left her lips. She's been walking around for 15 minutes and still couldn't find what she wanted to eat. She stopped by a bakery, checking out what they had to offer, didn't really liked what she saw and left. Then went to a classic sushi restaurant— that also served Ramen. Once again, she turned her head and walked out of door. From there, she just began going back and forth through restaurants— which leads her to right now. She went deeper into the city, wandering further away from the school's location. To be honest, the whole mission even slipped her mind- she had a new job now: finding where the fuck to eat. Being really the indecisive person she was, this whole thing took another hour. Yeah...a whole HOUR.

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At last, the woman was finally making her to an empty table carrying a black tray, filled with her meal order. Placing her order on the beautiful round tan wooden table, she pulls out the chair tucked under—sitting herself down. Y/n glanced down at her food and honestly, it looked good as hell. Kinda reminded her of how those anime food gifs looked like that you search up on Google. What was her food choice? Well, it was Ramen:

I know, I know- early she said she wasn't in the mood for Ramen but shut up! People can change and y/n's appetite craving sure did.

Picking up the pair of wooden chopsticks with her right, slowly watching as the steam from the noodles rised up only to disappear within the air—y/n began to eat her meal. Grasping the thin long lines of unleavened wheat dough between her chopsticks, she silently blew on before placing them into her mouth. Using her left hand, she grabbed the chirirenge—dipping it into the bowl, scooping up a spoonful of the well seasoned broth. Y/n brought her left to her lips and slowly drunk the liquid. She continued eating, placing the tender mushrooms into her mouth, savoring the flavor. Taking more sips of the broth with her chirirenge, her right hand going to her bowl again to grab a piece of sliced meat then taking another chomp. She was enjoying this a little more than she should but so what? She deserved it. Still, time was going by pretty fast actually and she still yet to remember her mission.

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Three hours have now passed since "3:25pm". Y/n was now finishing up her glass of water, as a waitress came to pick up the empty bowl along with the tray. Grabbing her phone, she made her way out of the door. It was now 6pm. It was less crowded now, but since it wasn't dark yet, people were still around checking out the city. It was the beginning of summer after all.

Y/n was now walking down the streets of Tokyo, before she head back—she wanted to stop by the convenience store to get a few things. Taking a sharp turn to the left, then pushing through a sea full of people— she made it to her destination. The convenience store. At this moment, y/n was ready to take in on her indulges of just buying snacks like crazy. She barley had enough time to eat a proper meal because of her crazy schedule, so she always just ate a quick snack to pass her hunger over to complete her mission.

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Placing her hand on the door's handle, pushing it forward and stepped into the store. She stood there in awe for a few seconds until a small smirk appeared on her lips, she was now in her snack buying heaven. Automatically going towards the back of the store, she grabs herself a few drinks. Next, she went to an aisle and grabbed a few packets of candy. Moving onto the next aisle, where all the chips, cookies, instant Ramen,(etc) were at—y/n just stood there. She had such a wide variety to choose from but first she grabbed a couple of her favorite cup Ramen and her cookies as well. Now, what type of chips did she want? When it came down to these, y/n always liked to look at the flavors and see if there were any new ones. And if they were? Well she'll try them. Shrugging her shoulder, she went up and grabbed a few of the ones she always ate then a few of the new flavors. It was now time to check out, she had enough snacks to last her a decent month or two. Carrying all of her items to the front counter, she casually dropped them as the cashier began scanning. Y/n stood there looking at the small monitor, watching as the numbers went up after every beep—she hoped that she'll be able to pay for everything.

The cashier placed all of her food items into white plastic bags and placed them on the counter.

"Your total is ¥2664.19." The worker said. ($25.19 in USD)

Immediately, she goes into her pocket and pulls out the cash needed to pay. She hands it to the cashier and grabs the white bags resting on the countertop. A 'Thank you' leaving the person's lips as y/n nodded her head and walked out the store. Now it was time to head back! Today was a victory. She got to wander around Tokyo, Eat a decent meal, and not to mention got snacks. Y/n smiled to herself and pulled out her phone. Since she had snacks, she was gonna shoot Megumi a message to see if he was willing to eat some with her. Maybe they could find a good sho–wait a minute. At this moment, she froze. Megumi? Letting out a gasp with a surprised expression, she came to realization.

"OH SHIT, I FORGOT ABOUT THE MISSION."

In less than a second, y/n was on her feet, dashing down the street. she was pretty fast, considering she was a Sorcerer and running was a common thing.

Unlocking her phone with her thumb, she went to her contacts and immediately called her partner.

"please, please, please... pick up." She said to herself. Even though she knew he was a Sorcerer and could handle himself, her gut told her something wasn't right and this threw her into a panic.

"The phone number you are trying to re-"

It was no use, he wasn't picking up. How would she know where he was? He could be anywhere—they spilt up to look for the finger, to see if it was in a different location. So many thoughts were running through her head, she didn't even know where she was heading to. The only thing she could think of was her friend's safety.

She finally came down to a decision to first check the school. If he wasn't there, she wasn't sure what she'll do but she'll leave things up to future her. Making a sharp turn to the right, she went into an alley way. Jumping on top of trash can, y/n used this as little boost to pull herself up to a building's rooftop. Since she spent so much time doodling off, it was now dark. Which was a good thing—so people wouldn't see her leaping from building to building. It would be weird as hell if they did.

Going through hellish missions of fighting curses did pay off. She had agility and was able to pass over buildings with ease, swiftly taking a right turn—next a left as she went further down. Pushing her foot upwards off of the concrete roof, she leaped into the air, grabbing onto a branch from a tree. She then released her grip and landed on the sidewalk, proceeding to sprint towards the school.

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At last, she was at the school's gates. Instinctively, her eyes began examining the area. Checking the ground, she saw a few broken shards of glass, this must have meant something happened. Y/n looked up and her heart almost dropped into her stomach. There were multiple broken windows and she felt lingering curse energy oozing out from the school. Without wasting anymore time, the woman ran into the school. Busting through the doors, she swiftly headed to the staircase and started ascending the steps with speed.

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Seeing that there were nobody on each floor, her last step was the school's roof.

Making it to the last set of stairs, y/n prepared herself—she took into caution of a cursed being present. Gathering and focusing on her curse energy, she was ready to take on the curse at any moment. Steadily, she made her way up steps and pulled the roof's door open. To her surprise, it was nothing was she intended it to be.

On his knees, completely worn-out, covered in injuries head to toe, uniform in a mess, and the obvious bleeding from his head. She knew it, Megumi was hurt.

Immediately, dropping her plastic bags, she rushed over to him- completely ignoring her sensei. Lowering herself down to his level, and before she could speak- her friend did.

"I'm fine, no need to worry." He said with his eyes closed, looking away from her direction. He wasn't fine, he was holding his torso—blood was dripping down from his hand. Y/n blamed herself deeply, it was her fault that he was in such a state. Grabing his right arm, she slung it over her neck as it rested on her shoulder. She then slider her left arm around his waist to help him back on his feet. Megumi wanted to protest but he knew thay she wasn't planning on letting him go. Now they were both on their feet, she finally looked up and noticed a tall man with a stupid blindfold—Gojo Satoru, their teacher. She didn't only notice him but a shirtless boy hanging over his shoulder? He had pink hair with a black undercut, she swear she saw him before but couldn't put her finger on it.

"Aww! Y/n you missed it!" Gojo said with a pouty voice in attempt to sound like an innocent school girl.

"Miss what?" She responded.

"Nothing." Megumi spat out in an annoyed tone.

Gojo was opening his mouth to speak again but y/n cut off him.

"Who's that?" Y/n was looking at the boy who was knocked tf out on Gojo's shoulder. Her sensei only hummed in response, this irritated her because he didn't answer her question. Megumi noticed this and sighed,

"I'll explain later."

Y/n glared at her injured partner, not liking that the two were being secretive but megumi did say he'll tell her soon, that was enough. Both of them started walking towards the roof's door. Bending her knees down slightly, she leaned to the side and used her free to pick up her snacks. With this, she completely lets go of megumi as he fell onto the ground with a harsh slap. Before megumi could literally curse her out for dropping him after she offered to help him, she quickly picked him up bridal style. Fushiguro was silent. it wasn't that he accepted what she was doing but more like in shock and didn't have words.

Satoru just stood by with a dumbfounded look on his face and only was able to say "O-"

Y/n didn't really care, it was bothersome to carry him on her shoulder all the way down some stairs. As she said before, she's a Sorcerer.

Megumi looked up at her with an angry expression, it seemed like he was gonna pop a vain. She only smiled in response and simply said, "Hold on." And with that, she jumped off the school's roof, heading back to the dorms.

#gojo saturo x reader #jjk anime #jujustu kaisen #anime #itadori yuuji #yuji itadori x reader #yuji itadori #x reader #megumi x reader #itadori yuji x reader

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greater-than-the-sword · 3 years

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p1 - Hey, i was going to ask you something about the blood shoes, but read your opinions tag a bit was was shocked. Your post 36 weeks ago about extremism comes off as very anti christian and I was wondering if that was intentional. You suggest 3 pillars of extremism; a persecution complex, a retaliative attitude and a utopian vision. We see a persecution complex in war on Christmas mentality, or the response to the affordable healthcare act's contraceptive mandate. (continued in part 2)

p2 given the responses to these issues you would assume that Christianity in America was fighting for its life, but really life is continuing much as normal (ignoring the virus). The second pillar - Retaliative attitude is baked into the core of Christianity. If you are different than us, you live in sin and will burn in hell. there is more nuance of course, but you also have the individuals who come out after a crisis to proclaim "if you were better Christians it wouldn't happen"

A memorable example of this for me was following the pulse nightclub shooting. for a week after my feed was full of variations on the theme of "this is punishment for being gay". Similarly look to media published during the start of the aids epidemic. Where we should withhold judgment and pray for their souls, instead we have the celebration of death and eternal punishment. Finally the utopian vision. this is reflected both in the ideal of God's kingdom, and in the spreading of the word

of god. You look to the church pastor with the noble vision of a country of belief, a people united and destined for heaven. A society without sin. a utopia. No person is perfect, and in your 3 legs of extremism i see aspects of myself and those around me. Things once thought of as part of the religious community, a desire for stability and choice, for growth, understanding and faith. for vindication and justification. To shine a new light on them (concluded in part 5)

and show them as the building blocks of extremism was very brave. We all really must take care to re-examine and reevaluate our beliefs, extremism grows not just from the outside but within. Its a powerful thought. when you posted it did you get much backlash? did many others also see themselves and their communities within?

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Thecheesetoasty, I can assure you I did not have any anti-Christian intent making that post.

I did not even get any backlash from Christians about it. I think most of the Christians who bothered to read the post all the way through probably realized a couple of things that you missed. Or maybe they’re just more familiar with the Christian faith than you are.

I admit that a persecution complex is, out of all 3 pillars, the ones Christians fall into most easily. Jesus said that all who desire to live Godly lives will be persecuted. With that in mind yeah it’s easy to confuse that with what I was saying. However, the persecution complex of the extremist is a subtle perversion of this idea that excludes all possibility of others outside their in-group being targeted for persecution. So while I did mean this to be a marker for self reflection it is not in any way an accusation against the Christian faith. I also mentioned that it is possible to have one or more of these pillars without being an extremist.

Your second point is very very incorrect. A retaliative attitude is not in any way compatible with the Christian faith. Didn’t Jesus command us that when someone strikes us, we turn the other cheek? We give more than is asked, we love our enemies. And if we shame them into repentance with radical love, that’s all the better. But, there is no room for revenge in Christianity, only forgiveness. We are not out to avenge the persecution of Christians through military conquest.

You are committing a very common fallacy where you have accused Christians of ill-will against sinners because they are willing to say “this is sin”. Even saying “sin deserves punishment” is not indicative of a retaliative attitude if we fully realize that God is the only one authorized to punish sin. And in particular, if Christians realize the magnitude of their own sin that has been forgiven, they cannot feel entitled to declare anyone unfit for salvation. In fact we all need Jesus Christ. There is a mighty big presumption and perhaps even projection when nonbelievers think they know how Christians are feeling about them.

As for your examples, I wasn’t alive for the AIDS epidemic, but as for the Pulse nightclub shooting, I don’t know any Christian who wasn’t horrified and sobered. We did pray for the souls and the families of those who died in the shooting. No Christian I know would have such a flippant attitude as that unless they were an internet edgelord and you can’t allow internet edgelords to represent the Christian religion. We know that “God does not desire that any should perish”, so we don’t celebrate death or eternal punishment.

Finally, when I wrote about the third pillar, I spoke spesifically about those who believe that an earthly utopia can be achieved. Since Christians know that no such thing can be achieved on this earth, there’s no reason for them to act as though God’s victory depends on them achieving some military or political goal. In fact, I’d argue that many American Christians are very pessimistic about the state of the world around them, perhaps even more than they should be in light of the spiritual reality. Yes, we evangelize and have the Great Commission, but this is not a political goal in the sense that the salvation of souls won’t result in a physical kingdom of God until after Jesus returns. Once again, the pillar of extremism that I described as a “utopian vision” is a corruption of the truth in a very subtle way.

The Devil’s lies tend to be very subtle, and they say, in every lie there is a grain of truth. That’s why it’s extremely important to see nuance. Also certain forms of extremism can masquerade under the flag of Christianity, I certainly meant no attack to Christianity itself.

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 4 years

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16. Stand Alone, Little Mouse

There was no visible sign of the escaped Ivy anywhere it seemed.

Erik's mind spun with possible scenarios. She couldn't have gone too far on foot, but maybe she'd hitched a ride. If that were the case, of course he wouldn't find her, he needed to be listening to Officer Howard's police radio, which was in her car. If Ivy called the local cops at all he should be able to hear something. Either way, he wasn't giving up this game of hide and seek.

To be sure, Erik cruised the streets looking closely at bushes, trees, shadows, and shallow ditches on the side of the road. He drove into the small shopping center parking lots, cruising through, circling with the window lowered at half-mast. He looked out sneakily at the builds of those walking by. Nothing. His best bet was the police radio.

He rode back to his home which surprisingly hadn't been swarmed. He circled the block, assessing the area to ensure that no one uninvited was hidden or parked in wait to arrest him.

With no police in sight he smiled. Maybe the Little Ivy couldn't bring herself to turn him in afterall. Maybe they didn't believe her. Maybe she was somewhere out there shaken and alone.

Snickering quietly, he parked his car in the back next the police cruiser he'd hidden out back courtesy of the recently deceased Officer Howard. Though he'd moved it out of sight, it was easily discoverable with a tracker or a drone.. and with a missing officer, his time was limited.

But he had a plan.

Re-entering the house, he quickly made his way down the hall, passing the stains his own blood had made. He entered the open room with the two dead bodies, stooping to grab the officer's badge and pocket it before undressing her roughly.

"Looks like you are good for something," he smirked, while trying to pull on her police uniform. The sleeves were too narrow for his arms to fit. The pants were capris. He took it off, disappointed that his fantasy of playing cop wouldn't be realized.

"Damnit..." He had to change his clothes. At least he had her badge.

Using her commandeered keys to unlock the police car doors, he moved his things to the back of the car.

Slithering into the front seat, he turned the key in the ignition and turned on the police radio before looking excitedly at the laptop that replaced the arm rest. He loved technology.

It sat on a swivel mount which he moved back and forth, childishly giddy while various reports announced local activity with calls for Officer Howard to respond. Erik ignored these choosing the simple entertainment of examining the gadgets and documents in the car before he pushed the laptop away with a loud and irritated groan.

"Damn. Should've bribed the bitch for the password," he grumbled. Unfortunately, he couldn't access the database which was login protected. The more he looked at the locked aptop, his anger spiked. In a flash of motion, it was in the dirt. Slamming the car door, Erik put his arm over the passenger seat and looked back, reversing over the laptop and backing out, turning off of his property.

He couldn't stay angry for long because it was his first time driving a police car. And as far as anyone knew, he was a plain clothes officer. The handsome Officer Howard.

As he drove, the phone in his pocket buzzed for the umpteenth time and this time he answered it. Thirty-two calls from her number, she was ticking him off.

"Araya, if the next words from your mouth aren't 'I have Ivy' I'm going to be very upset with you."

"Dr. Stevens," she gasped. "Please! Please don't hang up! Please, you have to do something. I know you can fix it. You can fix it, right?" She was hysterical.

"You need to learn to stand alone, little mouse," he whispered in his most calming voice. "You should know, one of you were always bound to die first. Be happy! It wasn't you, you're alive. Right?... You've got me. Hm?"

There was silence on the line.

"Mouse?"

"...but.. you.. Draya, you.."

"Hm?"

"..."

"Little mouse, use your words sweetheart."

"..You.. y-you.. you love us.. You love us! If you love us then come here. Now. Now, ERIK. NOW!"

Erik bristled at the volume before tsking in response.

"You're angry right now. I get it. You need to have a seat.. take a breath.. relax.."

"MY SISTER IS DYING!"

"That she is.. That she is," he chuckled. "Aww, don't be down. You can't change that, little mouse. So, relax..," he smiled although she couldn't see.

"I.. I hate you.. I HATE YOU," she wailed. It went on as he looked at the time on the dashboard with a sigh. He couldn't hear the radio over her blubbering.

"I h-hate you s-so much... I hate... I hate.. ," she hiccuped and that was when he heard a report from a gas station. It sounded like Ivy's report. He needed to listen.

"Look. Araya," he paused, listening. "Look. I'll buy you a puppy, you can name her Draya if it'll make you happy.. I gotta go. I'll call you later."

"ERIK," she screeched much like Kimberly Elise as the mad black woman. He hung up quickly, listening closely to the location details.

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Staring at the phone in her shaking hand, Araya's breathing had not returned to normal.

A puppy?.. In place of her sister?.. He was laughing. He was mocking her pain.

She couldn't think, it was like her thoughts were frozen. Her emotions, however, were turbulent and inexpressible. They got so high within her chest that she threw her phone harder than she ever expected she could and it smashed.

Her heart was racing. She felt cold. Her eyes were swollen. Her face was hot.

When she looked in the mirror, she realized that it was her entire body that was shaking, not just her hands. She'd never felt like this, not even when Dr. Stevens had chased her and her sister a mile through the woods at 2 AM with a machete. That was fear... but this was a different fear.

She'd never been alone. Ever.

Since birth, her twin had remained by her side, her best friend. At times, her only friend.

The thought of being without her..

Araya grabbed her chest, panicking as she couldn't breathe. She couldn't breathe! Her eyes were wide as she gasped knocking over a vase of yellow roses sparking the hurried appearance of an on duty nurse who came in and jogged to her aid, coaching her to relax.

The same words Dr. Steven's had used.

Anaya couldn't relax. Her sister was dying and more she thought of it, the more she couldn't breathe!

A second nurse entered and she heard them say right before everything went foggy that she was hyperventilating. That was the last thing she remembered.

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Ivy sat pained on the hard linoleum gas station floor, aching with her leg being the most prominent spot for pain.

Whining quietly, her eyes watered as she waited for a police officer to appear. Why was this so hard? Why couldn't she just get safe?

She swallowed her pride enough to ask a man for a ride to the hospital, but he looked skeptical as if she were a threat.

The second person she asked averted their eyes and she couldn't hold it in any longer.

"What do you think I'm gonna do you you, I'm fuckin injured, ya bastards. You think I'm a limp and rob you? Limping?!.. Stupid ass motherfucka," she muttered, feeling hurt that she couldn't even count on the people around her.

She had to just wait on the police again. The gotdamned police. Hopefully this one wouldn't be as ignorant as Officer Howard.

Ivy shook her head thinking about how low the bar was set for officers. This could've all been avoided had the officer believed her story in the first place and acted accordingly. Now she was sitting in a dirty ass gas station carved up like a Christmas ham.

"Fuck her," Ivy muttered under her breath. "Fuck that stupid ass- UGH!" Still, for her mom's sake she hoped to God that demented dentist was was dead.

@dessianna1 @twistedcharismaaa @soufcakmistress

#Dentist #original #psycho!erik #black panther killmonger #killmonger

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raslolin · 3 years

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༒☦︎ 𝗈𝗇𝖾 ☦︎︎༒

Walk and walk and walk.

How long is it going to take, you've missed last time this time you will not!

'Mom should at least tell! After this if she's not telling me where the next ones I won't hesitate to beat the shit out of her.'

'What's so scary about dad? Knowing his weakness then boom! And it's not like he's that stupid and super strict.'

"Blah bitch."

Kicking a rock tried to soothe your anger in other ways instead of getting into a fight like you usually do.

But now you don't have time for being grounded and stupid enough to waste time.

"Damnit! This is taking too long!"

You shouted to no one on the road at night.

Whining and stomping the ground throwing tantrum like a bratty child who never get everything follow their ways.

From walking to speed running in an hour loop.

The wind felt colder and thicker even your thick clothes can't make you feel warm enough.

'Hm? Soft..'

The sudden of realization made you hyper and giggly.

"Snow. Looks like I'm near now~!"

Laughing while running straight deeper to the old road.

As you see tress and bloody scattered everywhere the louder you laugh the faster you run.

Adrenaline runs through your body as you went past your current speed.

'HURRY. HURRY.'

Running like a princess in a beautiful lavender field as if it's her first time outside the castle.

This time you have a feeling you wanted get rid of and smells of blood hits your nose too hard.

Ugh, you really need an inhalant right now.

Where is it when you need it and your hands slip inside every pockets on your pants and shirt.

Took you a full 5 minutes to find that damn thing. At least it will cover the smell of blood and corpses.

Sounds of a person walking from nearby made you quiet and quickly walk over like a sneaky cat.

Frowning of what's in front of you.

Corpses, A van that's upside down in your way and a twink?

Whatever that's not important. You shouldn't left this man alone. Still he looks like one in your eyes.

"Like what I thought. Ew!! that woman left a mess."

Disgusted with the mess she made dusting your hands, put your hands on both legs of his.

Dragging further following the way adjusting the speed.

Sighing feeling dissatisfaction disappointment and frustration building up in your head.

Took you about half an hour dragging this boring looking man further into the village.

No matter how hard his head hit the ground rocks or trees too hard, dude wouldn't just wake up.

Oh dear god you're swear to yourself that you've hit him on purpose like 30 times.

Maybe you should take a break and hide him somewhere.

Nudge your foot at his head gently before tapping again his face in rhythm.

Still the blonde man wouldn't just wake up.

'Fuck. I wish I could go back right now. This is troublesome.'

"But can't~ this time I probably have the best play time of my life ever!"

You said to yourself even though your body only have a bit energy left.

Examining your surroundings it's seems there's no safe place or looking better and cleaner house in this old village.

"Um- Ah- OH!"

Your hope that started to crush forming into frustration gone and filled with relief.

Another normal look house disguise amog the broken and dirty ones.

Well now you hurriedly drag him into the safe house as fast as possible.

That's when you hear some rough footsteps nearby and weird wolf like sounds.

'Danger...'

"Almost."

Closed all doors and windows in seconds.

Walk around the house trying to find guns everywhere every corner and the smallest place only your hand can fit in.

"There it is~!"

Suddenly sounds of weird inhuman noises and thrashing things everywhere were surrounding the safe strong place.

That's should be your second priority right now. The monsters outside will be easy to take out at least. The Winters dude comes first.

"Blub! Blub!"

One of your habits are saying weird words after a stressful situation.

You're not gonna tell this to your friend. A boring thing to talk about eventually or more likely annoying.

But you would be a bitch if you didn't tell anything.

"Oh my god! Miss! Are you alright?!"

"Who are you!?"

"Don't come near us! I got a weapon!"

"No no! I-I'm just glad. I found normal people unlike those o-outside!"

"Can you help us get in side the nearest house? Luiza's house! My father is bleeding and in need of help!"

"And then."

"And then! And then. And then~!"

Singing in a tune and circling around the burnt house.

"Hi~"

"W-what..?"

"What what?"

"Never mind. Ethan's right? Let's re-start our introduction!"

"Hi!"

"Uhh.. hi."

"Let's switch our places!"

"Wait! You can't leave me here! I need to get my daughter!"

"Bye bye~!"

"WAIT!!"

"Was that before or after? Dip shit it's always switch places."

Being your normal behavior again reminding yourself to control.

One mistake slips up the whole play time of yours could gone and not so so fun anymore.

Probably the only one mistake you won't make a second time. It's time to put your pride aside and get serious now.

"Where is it? I hope it's enough for the whole game.."

Pouting and mumbling to yourself sounding like talking to a dog in second cutely high annoying voice of yours.

This time took less than 5 minutes. For now you hope it would be enough and follows the river.

The pills.

You've been taking these pills when you're little. When you're too sad, too angry, too happy and motionless.

The mistake your father and mother could not fix. You known that yourself but it's worth it after all you get what your wanted.

Throwing the sweet colorful pill into your mouth filling it with more pills until the whole package contained empty.

'Hope that loud son of a bitch stay still.'

Something clattering like a bell. An old woman whose face shocked expression turn into neutral state.

She doesn't take a second or slowly walking and waiting for you, spare no glance walking straight from where she was.

'The red gate.'

Thanks to her you don't need to do anything too much. Just walk, kill and a few kind of puzzle thingies.

Hoping to yourself she may face you again this time. No acting like a coward.

Miranda slams her hand on the table harshly broke into two pieces.

Yet again another table wasted by her anger and ignorance behavior.

That's fine she has more and everything more stocked up when it's go down.

Now.. this is worse. Who are you? She doesn't know. What's your name? She doesn't know. She doesn't know and she doesn't know...

Where's the father of vessel? Is he dead? It should be better that the ceremony would go smoothly.

But now there's you. Something around you telling her to walk away no looking behind especially no interactions between you two.

Fuck Ethan Winters no.. that should be you.

'I don't know nor have anything about her. Not even a bit of informations... dear god I don't think I can get my daughter back if she's get in the way!'

A risk she knew it but anything for her precious girl.

Looking outside at a window she expects you to be dead by now.

She remembers sending the lycans a lot of them in fact even her so called child the weakest like Donna Beneviento couldn't handle.

"What is this..!? It's impossible!! She can't- She can't kill hundreds in a short amount time!"

All of the lycan heads were separated from their body.

Some of the bodies were in a good condition.

Some the insides were pulled out and mashed like puke.

And more bodies literally only left blood and some meats some skins.

Even herself can smell it.

'Too strong. Too much. I-I..'

Feeling herself almost crying.

"I'm scared.."

She whispered tears finally built in her eyes and falling down to her skin makeup ruined.

There you are slowly walking up to the building she's in, another lycan head stick to your axe blood dripping down to it's head laying limbless like a corpse should be.

Your face.. your mouth turned from tight up lips to ear-splitting smile.

From far away you mouthed.

"Let's talk or else, Miss Miranda."

𝙶𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔? 𝚈𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚛 𝙽𝚎𝚡𝚝? 𝚈𝚎𝚜

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