#// or she'll be hella irritated

[redr0sewrites]

"if you have wings she def returns the favor (very much willing to elaborate on a reader w sensitive wings 😇)"

BY ALL MEANS PLEASE ELABORATE 🙏

GLADLY NONNIE!!!! for anyone who doesn't know this is ab my main girl lute btw 😇

🥀Cw: fluff, smut, overstim, wing kink?, dom lute, sub reader, the wings are an erogenous zone ig

🥀minors dni with the nsfw portion

Sfw:

as i've said before, Lute doesn't spend much time preening herself or taking a lot of care of her wings

that compleEEEETELYYY changes when it comes to u tho

she will absolutely offer to clean your wings for you, and is definitely at least a little touchy with them

when your wings get itchy and irritated from molting she'll sit you down and start working on cleaning them and pruning them. she definitely takes her time and by the end your wings look (and feel) lovely

lute is the type of person to have freezing cold hands all the time and will come up behind you and place them on your wings to scare you

yk when people come up behind you to trail their finger down your spine to make you jolt? yea, lute does that but with your wings

its one of the few times she'll ever truly tease you, but she adores how flustered you get

she'll always subconsciously have her wings touching yours, or be wrapping her wings around you in general

lute would really appreciate it if you gifted her one of your feathers, she'd never say it aloud but she likes having a piece of you with her

when going to an extermination she'll keep the feather on a little charm attached to her belt or something, and will look at it as a reminder of what she's fighting for (sobbing crying screaming)

while she isn't huge on pda, lute will occasionally just brush her wings against yours in public or reach out to smooth any of your ruffled feathers

lute just loves your wings, and she loves that you trust her enough to let her touch them

Nsfw:

this is the part yall have been waiting for ik it ANYWAYS

the first time you mention that you want her to touch YOUR wings lute is genuinely touched that you trust her sm and also hella turned on ab the thought of dominating you like that

the first time you try it out, she's tentative with her touches, gently stroking your feathers and slowly learning which spots felt best for you

emotions are definitely high, shes so tender and slow about coaxing each noise out of you

lute runs her hands over the most sensitive parts of your wings to watch you shiver and squirm beneath her, only to lean down and press airy kisses over those sensitive areas to make you whine

she cherishes each noise you make, and memorizes everything about your wings that makes you tick

sometimes when initiating softer sex, she just comes up behind you and starts rubbing soft circles onto the most intimate parts of your soft wings

lute may even tickle them a little while your having these softer sessions, just the sound of your soft giggles and moans melting together only makes her want to worship you more

she isn't always so nice when it comes to your wings tho

if you ask her to be rougher she'll gladly oblige, in fact she almost wants you to ask just so that she can overstimulate you until your sobbing

LUTE LOVES TYING YOUR WINGS UP, the way you twist and turn against the restraints, whimpering as the ropes grind so sweetly against the erogenous zones on your wings- ugh it makes her feral

i also think she'd make you cum using only your wings in a punishment sort of way. you've been acting like a total brat? fine, she's going to make you cum only by stroking you wings, not touching a single part of the rest of your body, no matter how much you plead and whimper

lute will also very, very occasionally tease your wings in public. like you could be talking to adam and just casually chilling when all of a sudden her hand will slowly wrap around your waist and start caressing your wings- she has all of your sensitive spots memorized so it doesn't take long until you're squirming, praying nobody notices the way your clenching your thighs and slowly rolling your hips under the table in search of friction

this might sound insane but lute would totally use a vibrator on your wings too. she'll pull you onto her lap as if to spank you, but instead she'll spread your wings, running a small vibrator over each exposed erogenous zone and watching you mewl and buck at the vibrations

she'd def degrade you about it too, calling you a slut for getting off just by some friction on your wings

tiny side note, lute loves seeing you in the laciest lingerie with your wings out too. just coming home from a stressful day to see her pretty doll all dressed up in a frilly red getup, your back is fully exposed as your wings drape over the shared bed as you turn your head back to look at her with innocent eyes... theres just something about you (and your wings) all dolled up and pretty that makes her want to ravish you

please lute one chance please please (i could fix her guys!!!)

[hanako-arasakas-twink]

Hanako Arasaka: Jealous Headcanons

Pairings: Hanako x GN!Reader

Warnings/Tags: Fluff; light drama; Suggestive

A/N: My first and definitely not my last post about this corpo mommy ✊️😔

Hanako is composed, collected, and everything that screams stoicism and elegance. She's never shown any emotion in the public, but when she does, she does it smoothly—subtle, even. Most of the people around her won't notice it except for the specific person she's found to have become irritating in a way. She hated the fact that they can get your attention so easily—don't you know that she's the finest woman you could get in this God-forsaken place?

As one of the leaders of Arasaka, Hanako is used to getting what she wants. Never in her life did she have to work hard to get what she wants and it's a fact most people knew by now, and if it meant using that power to get you to focus on her again then so be it. She won't shy away from doing something petty like—give that person a somewhat disgusted look, makena subtle snarky comment about how they act, or even lowkey tell them that they're annoying. Hanako will not be direct about it, but her words will have a sharp edge to it.

If that person would still be persistent and decide to brush off her subtle warnings, she'll most definitely turn her focus to you—convincing you to go home with her and just ditch the event you two are attending. Hanako won't take "No" for an answer. Instead, she would just take you with her with a slightly gentle maneuver towards your awaiting AV. She would also throw in a little "I'm tired, let's go home" or "we've already gotten what we needed from here, I see no reason for us to stay longer" just to convince you to get away with her. Then, once Hanako's convinced you, she'll throw the other person a glare over her shoulder.

The AV ride would be hella tense, to be honest. It's more of her, just straight up staring at you with an unreadable expression on her face. You won't be even sure if she's just admiring how you look or she wanted to eat your soul—who knows? BUT, once you two have reached your shared penthouse apartment, she will talk to you about it. At first, she'll let you change into a more comfier clothes, but she will not bother changing just yet. All of her focus is on planning how to tell you about it, and she's most definitely constructing her words in her head already.

When Hanako finally decides to talk to you about it, unlike her cold persona in public, she will let her guard down here in private. She'll tell you about how she didn't like the other person eyeing you like some kind of meat, about how she didn't like their subtle advances to you, and Hanako would most definitely tell you not to be too oblivious sometimes. And if you decide to brush it off under the rug by saying that the other person was just trying to be friendly, it would most definitely make her senses flare up a bit. Hanako isn't new to things such as desire. She knew damn well that the other person had taken a liking to you, and she hated the idea of other people not knowing their place. She might approach you with that icy look on her face—uncaring even if you're taller than her, she'd straight up stand close in front of you and glare at you up close. At that point, you weren't so sure if she's hacking your system or just trying to take a look at your soul.

If Hanako were to be really intense with her jealousy, she might resort to physical contact. She might be all over you once you two are in bed—like resting her head on your chest while her arm is drapped over you, she might also plant kisses on you jaw and neck just to remind her that you're still jers and that other person is irrelevant. When she's feeling bolder, Hanako might be the first one to initiate a more intimate gesture like kissing you. When she does, her kisses will be slow and steady, she will be passionate about it, and she will savor the feeling of your lips on hers. Hanako doesn't rush things, and she most definitely enjoys the slowburn between you two. The corporate world had already taken so many things to her already, and she would not let her jealousy take her time from branding you as hers.

Overall, Hanako is more of an observer and someone who expects that the people around her would automatically know their place. If not, then that's the only time she would strike and make a subtle but sharp intervention.

[griffonsgrove]

OC || Introductions

hello my darlings!! I've really been wanting to introduce a few of my main characters to you all!! I was thinking of possibly doing headcanons/oneshots/drabbles in the future! (May be purely self-indulgent but we'll see) That being said, This is basically a very brief intro and info dump about each character. So let's get started!!

All characters and art belong to me!! Like I've said before I'm an artist and draw scenes and characters. I have a shit ton of art of all these guys that I'd love to share if anyone's ever interested!

cw: death, murder, cannibalism? minor sexual themes (one of my ocs is an incubus), minor violence.

Night

I've had her the longest, I made her several years ago. She's literally just a self-insert for EVERYTHING I enjoy sshejwka. But on another note! This is Night, she's a humanoid griffin hybrid (griffins being the mythological beast, half eagle half lion). She's very sweet and friendly. She's so mom-coded omg. Like she'll bake you little treats, makes sure your dressed for the weather, and reminds you of things you need to get done.

She has this locket around her neck that she keeps close to her. This is because it contains her "soul" or "spirit" inside of it. Every griffon has one, and it's what helps her to transform. Which btw shapeshifterrrr. Her true form being that of an actual griffin. She's a gentle giant though don't worry.

Tom

I know what you're thinking and no, he's not related to Bill Cipher. Tom is a 25-year-old art college student. He's a no-nonsense kind of guy, and very easily irritated. He's a fine arts major and does a lot of painting. He HATES his roommate (there's literally nothing wrong with him he's so nice and friendly, tom is just a dick). He's got a pet snake!! He's a hognose named Poncho! He's a total stonerrrrrrr, it's the only time he'll be chill honestly.

He and his roommate live in a city style apartment, on the first floor, complete with a basement. Unbeknownst to his roommate, Tom has a secret black market business selling organs to dealers. The basement is where he does all the harvesting, it strictly prohibited for anyone to go down there. It makes hella money though, which he uses to help pay his tuition (art college is expensive!)

Orphan btw. His mom is Night actually (an adoptive relationship) She loves and cares about him very much, the same goes for him. He usually acts more behaved if she's around.

Roman

Roman is, well he's a--thing?? creature?? I haven't decided in all honesty but he's dangerous. He travels all across the country, making sure to be well hidden. He's a serial killer oop. His signature weapon being a bowie knife. Bros got some major sadistic and animalistic tendencies. Eats his victims btw. He can't rly show his face in public, and the mans gotta eat right??

He likes to hunt. His victims are essentially "prey" to him, and he does so enjoy the thrill of a chase. He's got a looooooong tongue (as you can see) he's accidently bitten it once or twice with those sharp teeth of his. Has a tail as well, yk what espeons tail looks like? yea it's like that. His ears are sensitive btw he doesn't like them being touched.

Can never stay in one spot for too long, constantly on the move, he's got great stamina and can run for quite a long time.

Damien

WOOO. RUFFmEOW. BIG STRONG MAN LETS GO RAGHHH. ya so this is Damien. As you can tell I love him very much and I'm so very normal about him. He's an incubussss (sex demon basically). Literal definition of a Himbo. He's a big beefy guy who's wholesome and sweet, despite his line of work.

Super flirty, and also hypersexual. It's what he feeds off of, and how he regenerates and gets his magic. which btw, he can be summoned!

He's got a looot of body hair, happy trail for dayysss! Also has a bunch of peircings, snake bites on his face, and nipple peircings on his pecks. He's got numerous scars littered all over his body too. He's really sweet an attentive, as well as respectful! What more could you want in a man??

Alecto

BIG WOMAN. she's literally just my "villain" version of Night, however she's not a self-insert. I gave her, her own story and lore. She's the main antagonist in an animated series I'm creating. Her name is based of the Mythological woman "Alecto" Who was a fury of the underworld, she symbolizes rage and spreads it across the world.

She's very quick to anger. "hot-headed" (Pun-intended). The back of her hair is literally fire, and it can grow and change depending on her mood. Those gauntlets on her arms are strong AF and razor sharp, you do not want to get on her bad side. Ngl, she kinda feral at times, yk how Miguel O'Hara literally ran on all fours to chase after Miles Morales??? Yea she does that.

She's evil muehahshegsh, but also classy. She's also really tall!!! like about 8'6'' DAYUM. she'll crush you.

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annnndd thats a wrap!! These are the main Oc's that I adore and use on a regular basis, they each hold a special place in my heart. I rly would love to do occasional drabbles or head canons with my babies at some point, but I'm not sure anyone would read/enjoy them 😭

Nevertheless, I do hope you enjoyed my small ramble about these guys, as you can see, I'm totally normal about them.

Oh!!! and if you're ever wanting any more of my art just lmk!! I mainly post my writing on this blog, but if y'all wanna see, I can def show!!

[talesfromsiteredacted]

Dealing With Fae Entities, a Helpful Guide To Managing Elves, Faeries, Pictsies, and Other Annoyances

Hi, kids! This is Dr. Snow here, your friendly neighborhood Fae expert, as of this afternoon. After several very irritating encounters with the Fae, Dr. Clef and I agreed I should record some tips for dealing with them.

First thing first, UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCE, NO MATTER HOW FRIENDLY A FAE MAY SEEM AT FIRST ENCOUNTER, GIVE THEM YOUR TRUE GIVEN NAME. Names have power, give them yours and you are screwed.

Second, never enter any contract without reading it three or four times and running it through both Legal and Ethics first. Dr. Venser failed this crucial test, and had to give up her first born child. Don't be like Venser. Fae contracts are almost as hard as Hell contracts to break.

If cornered, bonk the bastard relentlessly with cold iron. Burns them worse than a bloody flamethrower, plus the added hilarity and embarrassment of being nearly clubbed to death by cookware. Skillets are the best option, but never underestimate the humble fireplace poker.

Do not, no matter how hungry you are, or how good the food or drink look, accept "free" gifts from the Fae. That's how you wind up in their debt. Plus, the Fae are worse cooks than Clef, which is saying a lot. THERE IS NOTHING FREE WITH THE "FAIR FOLK"! Bunch of scheming, cheating arseholes. Again, remember Dr. Venser!

Never believe a word they say. They lie more than Clef.

If a Fae raiding party approaches, throw candy at them then call in the MTFs. They're distracted by sweets, much like children. Plus, they are compelled to pick up every single piece of thrown sugar. Candies that shatter against hard surfaces, like jawbreakers, are ideal.

If captured, AGREE TO NOTHING, EVEN THE ATMOSPHERIC CONDITIONS. Agreeing with the Fae on anything is practically giving them consent to torture you.

Carry silver on your person at all times. To think, Dr. Harrigan laughed at me over my silver snowflake Scranton pendant. She's not laughing now, seeing as she's now the Fae King's newest plaything. Silver burns Fae like cold iron, plus it renders their unicorns too weak to do much.

Trust nothing in the presence of the Fae. They bend reality just by being here. Cold iron jacketed hollow point magazines will be distributed by Munitions. Treat them like your average Bixby, aim for their head once distracted.

To ward against the Fae, salt the entryways and windows. While this works on vampires due to the purity of salt, the elvish arseholes will be compelled to pick up every last grain of salt spilled. You may then headshot them to your heart's delight.

If attacked by six inch tall blue pitcsies with red hair and a tendency to fight, steal, or drink anything they come across, offer copious amounts of alcohol, and hide. The Nac Mac Feegle may be tiny compared to him, but those scunners managed to kill SCP 076-2 with minimal effort. One of them even climbed in his loincloth. Look, if even ABEL is afraid of these guys, don't try to take them on. Abel barely lasted ten minutes.

Refuse ANY item offered. We do not need another "Anomalous Ring Of Inconsistent Waterbreathing" incident. Poor Dr. Mariner needs a tank now, and that damned thing is fused to his finger.

Unicorns, while beautiful, are... not very nice. How not nice? They'll gore you as soon as look at you.

Do not look at the Queen of the Fae. Two reasons: one, she's incredibly vain and will pester you to no end on how beautiful she is, and then... she'll try to get you into bed with her. Bad decision. She's got a higher (dead) body count than a black widow spider, and like a preying mantis, bites her victims heads off. Two, the King is hella jealous and you may not even live to accept that invite to the Queen's bed. Bigger dick than the Scarlet King.

Glitter also distracts the Fae long enough to dome them easily. Especially if 035 coats his junk in it. Wasn't ever expecting Disco Dong Dyo to be helpful, but the bastards were so confused killing them was easy.

If all else fails to repell the elvish dickheads, threaten to summon Dr. Clef. Not even their King wants to hear his ukulele.

If, for some reason you are tired of life, you decide to really annoy the Queen, insult her appearance. Again, she's extremely vain. She'll be so busy trying to become your version of the "perfect" woman it's easy to distract and kill her. Use their weaknesses against them.

Those perfect, 7 foot tall walls of elvish muscle in the invading forces? That is not at all how they really look. The average Fae's no taller than 5 feet tall, max. And uglier than a Hollywood divorce. It's a glamour, pretty convincing one too. Distract them enough, and it crumbles.

Speaking of distractions, these dickheads are compelled to dance whenever they hear music. You can thank Dr. Myriad for this one, they had the entire army grooving along to the "Safety Dance". Yes, there is video footage. No, the Fae do not have rhythm. It was like watching the most awkward mass dry heave set to '80's pop.

Grimhounds, much like Wu-Tang Clan and the Ethics Committee, ain't nothing to fuck with. Think hellhounds on massive doses of steroids, pcp, with the most advanced and aggressive case of rabies, with teeth sharper than Abel's swords. They are fast, relentless, and the only sure way to get them off your arse is to blow them off the map with high explosives.

While it is possible to bribe the Fae... they're not trustworthy. Just don't bother.

Mousetraps work well against smaller entities. As do cats; Liam caught one last night. Was really funny to see my fluffy boy dragging this cursing little sod all around my kitchen like my cat was doing a victory lap. Theiving bastards won't raid my pantry again anytime soon, heh heh.

Clef discovered if you use enough rocks, you can weigh them down enough to drown them. It might have helped that the portal opened upon the Red Pool instead of the ocean as I intended. Oopsie. Mea Culpa if the Ethics Committee are reading this. I know, three months Keter Duty. Still worth it.

If you're thinking of poisoning the Fae... don't bother. It simply doesn't work. No one knows why. They can, however, succumb to the zombie prion disease, but then... you have to deal with feral, infectious, and above all quite undead Fae.

For once, those damned bloody Tesla Gates are useful. Fae and electricity do not react favorably, for the Fae. They explode. Bone shrapnel is an issue, but if you get far enough back it's minimal. Still, wear your goggles kids!

073 is immune to the Fae glamour. He confirmed the Fae being unattractive, and I think it was the first time I ever heard him drop the "mf" bomb. Dr. Gears dropped his Foundation issue mug so hard it shattered. You know you're hideous if CAIN, the nicest guy in the Foundation, calls you "one ugly motherfucker" to your face. Dr. Clef and Dr. Cimmerian nearly hyperventilated laughing in shock.

In need of a quick distraction, but trapped in your office? Simply scatter whatever is on top of your desk, book it out of your door, and flag down the fine friendly folks in the MTF. While the Fae reorganizes your desktop, the MTF can shoot them. Even if you don't believe Clef on this... we had one in his office last month, he scattered his massive pile of paperwork on the floor, by the time we got the clear to go back in, his desk had never been better organized. Aside from the blood splotch on his Shooter's Bible.

Fun fact: Fae are highly flammable. A raiding party caught the backblast from one of 682's Volcano Chili farts, there was nothing but ash in seconds after the flame hit them. Must ask if we can weaponize the big lizard's flatulence, that stuff burns hotter than even thermite! Pity R&D could never quite replicate it, even if it reeks worse than a zombie skunk in a manure pile.

By all means, allow 049 access to the Fae should they attempt another invasion. With his skills and knowledge, we'll soon know exactly how these bastards operate on a physical level. For once, Ethics Committee has authorized 049's request for live test subjects, provided they're Fae. No, Agent Dennis does not count, he's just short, not an evil magical arsehole.

One last thing: I cannot stress this enough. NEVER TELL THE FAE YOUR TRUE GIVEN NAME, AGREE TO ANYTHING THEY ASK, OR THINK OF TRUSTING THEM FOR A SECOND. I realize this sounds incredibly species-ist of me, however, it's truth. The Fae cannot be trusted, even less so than you'd first suspect. They will trick you, use you, then drop you harder than the atom bombs. Shoot them first, don't bother with asking questions.

Okay, I think that's everything. Oh, wait... never mentioned how to spot one before it spots you. Grimhounds are obvious. Hellhounds on steroids with rabies. The Nac Mac Feegle, once you meet them you're either broke or dead. The others? People who seem way too perfect, too good to be real, you meet in life? Those could be Fae. The hot chicks in the bar everyone is flocking around despite them being mean vapid idiots? Fae. The super smoking but arrogant dickhead every straight girl in 10 miles is lining up to be rejected by? Either Lucifer Morningstar post marriage or Fae. The guy in Soho offering unbelievable deals on top line stuff like PS5s or suchlike? Fae. And shimmering lights where no such lights could possibly be, Fae. They can be anywhere. Stay alert, stay aware, trust your instincts. Keep on, carry cold iron and silver, and Secure, Contain, Protect on.

Hugs,

Dr. "Rabbit" Snow and Dr. Alto Clef

[tsyllaes]

Next group to come, the rest of Shizaaqa's advisory panel. The first two have been Fern and Ylang Ylang, whose proviles have been more about their clandestine activities. These ones are just making up the numbers. There's no set number of advisors on a queen's or empress' panel, though it's always an odd number, usually 5, 7 or 9. Shiz has five, because I can't be bothered making more than that for a bunch of people who're going to have no affect on the plot Shizaaqa doesn't believe she needs more cos she's arrogant.

I realised I have no characters at all starting with P, so here's one. I like drawing old people and all the creases and saggy bits =3

NAME Advisor Paandis WHO IS THIS PERSON Member of Empress Shizaaqa's advisory panel, and was previously on her mother, Empress Yasina's, panel GENDER Female AGE 72

Hard as nails and 100% dedicated to the throne, though she held more respect for Empress Yasina than she does Shizaaqa. She used to have grand ambitions under Yasina, but they don't align with Shizaaqa's. Over the past… however long Shizaaqa's been in charge, and it's been a couple of decades, Paandis has gone from irritated, to resigned, to fully on Shizaaqa's side. She'll always back her empress, no matter who it is. She's also been working on Assili, moulding her mind to heed the advice of her advisors, whoever they end up being. She knows it's not going to be her--on the off chance Shizaaqa dies before Paandis, she's retiring--but she can still do something for the next generation.

I think she came out a little younger than I'd intended? I was going for mid-40s but I feel like she looks more early 30s. Ah well, they use a lot of creams and anti-aging stuff in Kazin. Her makeup and Colours are fun.

NAME Advisor Eiraz WHO IS THIS PERSON Member of Shizaaqa's advisory panel, and Shizaaqa's… cousin once removed? Yeah. Her mother (Peshna, coming up) and Shizaaqa's mother are cousins GENDER Female AGE 46

Way more self-important than she has any right to be because of her distant relationship to the empress, though the two were pretty close growing up and hold very similar ideals. She loves her tiny baby cousin Assili and does a hella good job sucking up to her to keep her position when she takes the throne. She's a little sus on Isama (alias Ylang-Ylang) but Shiz doesn't seem to worry about her so she's sure it's fine.

Peshna just wears makeup to cover how tired she is. Poor old lady.

NAME Advisoris Peshna WHO IS THIS PERSON Member of Shizaaqa's advisory panel, and the former empress, Yasina's, cousin. Also Eiraz' mother GENDER Female AGE 67

Peshna is so tired :< She's been on the advisory panel since her cousin, Yasina, took the throne, and now, with Shizaaqa there, she feels like she's the only one who actually gives a shit about the rest of the empire. As in, its people, not just its international reputation or how much more money she can get into its coffers. She's not entirely wrong. She's constantly fighting a losing battle, carefully crafting her words to avoid pissing off the empress, but ultimately never manages to get anything done because Shizaaqa just doesn't care. She had hopes for Assili, but seeing her grow up so much in her mother's image… Peshna's just tired.

(The -is suffix on Advisoris indicates a familial relationship to the empress. Same applies to army boys, with Commanderis, Sergentis, etc.)

[dragondemoness]

Hiiii! Can I request (separate) Toko, Genocide Jill/Jack, and Byakuya having a blind s/o who is the ultimate observer?

Toko Fukawa and Byakuya Togami x Blind!Ultimate Observer Reader

Toko Fukawa/Genocide Jill

Toko is hella confused

How can you be blind and be the Ultimate Observer??

Has made some rude comments about your blindness

"Th-There's a t-table there... Y'know, the one y-you j-just ran into... hehe."

"Th-This is a pretty g-good book... T-Too bad you'll n-never know."

Pretty shocked when she finds out that your talent had prevented killings!

Turns out, you have the senses of a strong predator

You didn't need your eyes to see

Toko feels really bad about acting like such a bitch-

Makes it up to you by offering to read to you

Then she develops a fondness for you

And that fondness turned into a crush

When she confesses, she apologizes for the way she acted

"H-Hey, I-I'm really s-sorry about being r-rude to you. I a-actually r-really love your talent! C-Can we st-start over... As lovers...?"

Even though you know your way around Hope's Peak by now, she still makes sure you don't run into anything

She will also tell off anyone who makes fun of you

She doesn't tolerate that bullshit

Toko loves to read to you

And because you're blind, it doesn't bother you that Toko sleeps with the light on

As for Genocide Jill, she tried to sneak up on you, but you sensed her

Annoyed, but tries to sneak up on you several more times

They always fail-

Even though she's irritated, she's impressed that you sensed her without seeing her!

And naturally, she developed a crush on you as well

When you trip on something or run into something, she'll laugh, then help you up

Teases you by saying stuff like:

"There's a door there. KYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Hey Jill, I tripped on the carpet-"

"Well, what did you do that for? KYHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

She doesn't mean anything by it though, she always helps you up when you fall

If her teasing bothers you, she'll stop

Overall, a very loving relationship

Either Toko or Genocider are with you 24/7

They're not letting anything hurt you, whether that be a classmate, or a terrible fall down the stairs

They'll also tend to whatever scratches or bruises you get

Toko calls you a dummy sometimes but dw she doesn't mean it-

Byakuya Togami

Doesn't know how your talent works, nor does he care

Also makes rude comments about your blindness and your talent

"Watch where you're going, plebeian."

"Hmph. The Ultimate Observer seems too good a talent to gift to someone as useless as you."

Until he sees your talent in action

You have prevented killings with your strong senses

You even prevented Aoi from slapping him

"Aoi, please. Don't let your anger get the better of you. That's what the mastermind wants, and it would be wise not to submit to them."

Aoi was still pissed at Byakuya, but she knew that you were right, and stood down

Least to say, Byakuya was impressed

When you were alone, he confronted you

"Tell me plebeian, how does a blind person like yourself use the talent of the Ultimate Observer?"

He was curious now

You told him that you have strong hearing abilities, and you pay close attention to how the 'atmosphere' feels and how you can sense movements by listening to the motions in the air

He doesn't understand it, but he's interested

He pays close attention to how you use your talent

No matter how hard he watches, he still doesn't understand it

He asks you to teach him

Still doesn't understand

But you did manage to teach him to navigate around Hope's Peak with his eyes closed

Irritated that he can't do it the same way you can, but he supposed that because of your blindness, you're used to it, and you learned how to sense small things like the atmosphere or how to sense motions in the air

Which is something he can never understand

Then he feels bad for the way he treated you

"I apologize, (Name). I imagine that being blind isn't very easy for you."

You shrugged

"It's not ideal, but I'm grateful that I can sense the smaller things, and be helpful to everyone here, even though I'm blind."

Then you smile at him

"And that includes you, Byakuya."

He's surprised, but even though you couldn't see it, he smiled back

Then he walks towards you and gives you a kiss

You're shocked, but you accept his silent confession

Like Toko, he'll make sure you don't trip or run into anything

And he'll shut down anyone who makes fun of you

Also tends to whatever wounds you get from tripping or falling

Never letting you out of his sight, he ain't risking someone taking advantage of your blindness and killing you

10/10, protective and attentive

[nancyxhardy]

Okay but there's no way Nancy is just gonna let this go? Just let it lie in misery forever and never question it? For one, letting shit go is not in her wheelhouse, let's be honest. Like even though saving Ace is 1000% a good enough reason for her to do so, she just isn't capable, as far as we've seen. She'll try, definitely, but eventually she'll cave.

Like just when the pain is dulling enough that she feels like it might get better, something happens, like something in a case reminds of something in the dreamscape and her brain just goes 'oh!'. And the gears start turning and now it's not just a sad cruel curse, it's a problem. It's a mystery, and what is Nancy if not a detective? She'll just have to solve it.

And aside from that, Bess absolutely isn't going to see her plantanchor in misery, her other best friend with a mirror look of absolute torment and just be like 'yeah, this is fine'. She's gonna ask questions, she is going to try to help. She is going to take that truth potion out the damn safe and be like 'just this once I swear' and figure out why her family is so damn melancholy and awkward and why the fuck they aren't being so obnoxiously happy together to the point where George rolls her eyes and tells them to get a room at least once a day.

Or Nick is absolutely going to notice that Nancy is doing her avoiding thing, and recognize that its a scared thing because he knows what that looks like (different reasons but still).

Or George is going to, very bluntly and with much irritation, say to one or both of them that this weird sad vibe is not it and they need to sort it out because this is her damn family too and she's tired of tiptoeing around the obvious elephant in the room and she has a test on Monday so she doesn't have time for this shit.

Or Carson is going to realize that the talk he had with Nancy hasn't solved anything and there's a tension between his daughter and his buddy Ace that doesn't seem to be healing. Dad Carson isn't just gonna let that rest and ignore his kids' sadness.

Ryan's probably gonna be a bit busy being kidnapped and threatened but once that's sorted he's definitely not above asking Ace what the fuck happened there and when Ace says "I have no idea ask your daughter" he fucking will.

SOMEONE is going to notice. SOMEONE is going to say something.

Like I get it, and if we don't get a 4th season I will be very very sad but either way, I by no means believe this is the intended sum total of the nace arc. This is a hella angsty middle not a full stop.

So just in case you were nearing inconsolable, please get on my brainwave it's gonna be okay. Because while Ace is absolutely the type to internalize all this and blame himself and not push Nancy to explain more and just assume she doesn't want him like he thought she did... Nancy's never let a sleeping dog lie in her goddamn life so this curse is toast.

Unless we don't get a season 4 in which case it was really nice of those shady magical artifact collectors to leave all those graves open for us to crawl into.

[lovelywingsart]

Pretty Lies

-- Karl Heisenberg X OC (AFAB, She/They) --

This one was... interesting to write. I had an idea and went with it, so I'm not sure how it'll turn out?? Also an irl friend fucking hates me for it since he read it and it tortured him, so ENJOY HAHAHAHAAAA

**Small reminder that I have a small 'Masterlist' for these!**

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*Warning?: Hella angst, mentions of blood/slaughter, mention of/somewhat active kidnapping, arguments

Summary: Emelia had never experienced a village 'purge' before, until now. A surprising discovery, followed by a very, VERY unwelcome guest and a painful lie.

The small village was eerily silent. The Lycan attack had done a number, rendering the buildings destroyed and previously untouched snow stained with blood. Footsteps disrupted the remainder of the snow as Emelia and Heisenberg made their way through the silent carnage, both of their heads on a swivel as their breath came out in plumes of vapor. A thick, hooded fabric rested over Emelias shoulders partially keeping her warm, and an old eyepatch covered the left side of her face. She hadn't worn it in quite some time, but the temperature change was too severe not to. She still shivered lightly, but any irritation from the cold was replaced by sheer surprise and... even the slightest amount of horror.

"Bloody hell..." she muttered, pausing her movements to look at a particularly mangled corpse before shivering again and tugging the fabric to pull the hood more over her head. The man behind her only kept moving, his eyes drifting over the mess nonchalantly as he puffed at the cigar between his lips.

"You get used to it." He said quietly. "Purges aren't often. Its a fear tactic if the villagers get too... 'rowdy' and 'non-believing'. Or, that's what she wants them to think."

"MIRANDA does this??" She asked, a hint of disgust in her voice. He shrugged.

"Nothing we can control. Spread the fear and gather blood for the Cadou, that's what we do."

Emelia kept her eye on him as he walked past her, the massive hammer over his shoulder gathering the white substance as snow flurries fell around them. He clearly wasn't exactly happy... Sure, the man loved his destruction and bloodshed, but only when done by himself and himself alone. Or maybe her if she was lucky or if necessary, or even for simple amusement. But she remained silent, jogging slightly to meet him again. Even with him... Even working on Soldats, she had never seen this much blood. Even fighting the zombified creatures in the factory and Lycans herself didn't prove to be this bad. She didn't know how to feel about it... She was used to blood, of course. But only with a single body or two at once... Not an entire village.

She stuck close to him, almost bumping his shoulder as they continued to walk, eventually averting her gaze to stare at her feet. She couldn't... She couldn't look at them. Even she felt the weight of the dead villagers on her shoulders, and she had nothing to do with it. They only walked a few more steps before a sound made them both pause, their heads turning simultaneously towards a small patch of snow free from flesh and gore. Heisenberg gripped the handle of the hammer and took a step forward, only to stop as Emelia held out her hand.

"Wait..." she nearly whispered, training her eye on a small moving figure. He curled his lip.

"Do you know what she'll do to you if it's not dead?" He growled, nodding to the figure. She shook her head and focused, only for her breath to catch in her throat as she realized what it was.

A child.

"Oh my god..." she said quietly, her hand lowering.

"Emelia-"

She took off before he could say anything else, working to a light jog in the snow before she reached the now cowering child. The boy seemed to have rags for clothing, the fabrics stained and torn from what she could only assume came from the attack. He nearly stumbled back as she approached, holding up her hands as if to show she meant no harm.

"Hey..." she said quietly, pausing as the child whimpered. Near frozen tears stained the boys cheeks as he looked up at her in pure fear. She frowned, crouching onto one knee. "I won't hurt you..." she continued. "Where are you from...?"

The boy didn't answer, only backing away once another shadow appeared next to her. She glanced over to see Heisenberg give a disapproving scowl.

"We have to go." He said simply. Emelia simply shook her head, looking back to the child.

"Was this your home?" She asked, relaxing somewhat as the boy finally nodded.

"Monsters came..." the boy whimpered, his shaky hand reaching up to rub at his face. "Mommy and daddy are gone..."

"Gone?"

He meant 'dead'.

Another nod from the boy. Emelia frowned for a moment. She didn't think there was a survivor from this... Why did the Lycans leave him? Did they even know he was here? A groan from behind her alerted her to the metal man's shift in posture.

"Emelia, we NEED to go." He growled, now sounding somewhat impatient. "Just leave him and-"

"No. I'm not leaving him." She snapped suddenly, glaring back at him before giving a huff. She then looked back at the child. She offered a light smile and held out her hand. "We can help you find them."

"'We'??" Heisenberg said, his lip curling into the slightest bit of a snarl. "What are you-"

"Shut up, you twit!!" She growled again, watching the man roll his eyes and shake his head.

While still clearly afraid, the boy stood and slowly approached her.

"Can you find them...?" He asked, almost letting out a new choked sob. Emelia nodded.

"Yes. And of we can't, we have somewhere warm to get you out of the cold. Does that sound alright with you?"

She gave a warm smile, and the boy nodded before suddenly throwing his arms around her shoulders. She returned the hug carefully, feeling a light fluttering in her chest from her own Cadou from the sudden cold feeling. Maybe if she could help just one...

"Come on..." she said quietly, lifting the boy with ease and holding him on her hip. She covered his shoulders with her own cloak as he kept his arms around her shoulders. "Stay strong, boy. You'll be alright..."

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Heisenberg finally piped up, his irritation evident as she turned to him with the boy in her arms.

"WE are going home." She said matter-of-factly, lifting her chin. "After we... 'look' for his parents- Hold on, sweetie."

Emelia covered the boys head with the cloak and pressed her palm against his ear. The child only snuggled to her with a sniffling nod. Heisenberg rolled his eyes.

"You're JOKING." He said, gesturing around them. "They're probably dead just like everyone else here. Lycan food or taken."

"Or they could have hidden."

"These purges leave no one alive, that kid isn't an exception."

"Well obviously he is!" She huffed, watching as he neared her ever so slowly. He pointed at the boy in her arms.

"We're not taking him back. YOU'RE not taking him back." He growled. "There's enough to worry about in that goddamn factory and I'm not adding a KID to it, much less one that's supposed to be DEAD-"

"And how would you like it if it were you?!" Emelia snapped, baring her teeth at him as he physically recoiled. "If this were you, wouldn't you want a warm place after witnessing this destruction? I never said we would keep him-"

"I-... Stop- stop saying 'we'. This is not a 'we' situation, Emelia." He managed. She shifted on her feet slightly.

"Fine then. I never said I would keep him. But he is coming with."

"No, he's not-"

"Yes he is! You of all people should know how it feels to be a scared child!"

Another recoil. Another growl.

"STOP bring me into this-"

"I will not until you realize how bloody wrong you are." She nodded to the child. "He hasn't done a thing wrong. I wouldn't want to be left in the cold like this and neither would you, and you know it. Hell, I don't even want to be out here in the first place. But if I can help-"

"He's going to cause trouble-"

"He's a CHILD!"

Heisenberg nearly threw his hands up in frustration, pinching the bridge of his nose after removing the his glasses. She HAD to be fighting him on this. She just had to come with, and she just had to find the kid, and she just absolutely HAD to add HIM into her thought process.

And he knew why. He knew EXACTLY why. He knew why she threw him into the mix, and he hated to admit that she was at least somewhat right.

He hated this too.

"Emmy, PLEASE-" he started, rubbing his temple.

God damn her... She kept her hard glare at him as he looked off to the side. Why was he ACTUALLY conflicted about this?? It was just a kid... A village kid. He had never cared much about the villagers before. There was no reason to. They were simply a few of many pawns in Miranda's clutches, slaughtered and taken like livestock every however many years, because that's all they were to her. So why was the woman in front of him making him question it-

"God damn it..." he muttered, closing his eyes and leaning his head back slightly. One look at her almost proved she had at least somewhat of a maternal instinct, and it admittedly tore him up just a little. Only in a few seconds did she make a much better mother than-

"He is coming with me, Karl. I don't care what you say." She replied finally, glancing at the boy for a moment with a genuine sadness. "I can't leave a child out here alone... He at least deserves a chance for living through this..."

"You are absolutely right." A sudden voice came from behind them. Emelia froze, absolute fear turning her veins ice cold as she watched Heisenbergs eyes widen behind his glasses.

No.

Oh NO.

She turned slowly, terrified, only to meet the winged figure of Mother Miranda mere feet behind her, the black and gold coloration of her clothing standing out heavily against the snow. The woman's face had been covered in a metallic veil as she reached out a hand towards Emelia and the child.

"... M-... Miranda..." she nearly whispered. The tall woman chuckled, but not out of amusement. Emelia could vaguely see her eyes from behind the metal piece over her face- they were cold and emotionless, just how she remembered them. She felt more fluttering from her Cadou as her heart sped up, fighting back the parasites automatic response to mutate. She almost flinched as she spoke.

"Please, leave the child with me. I can guarantee warmth and safety far better than anyone..." Miranda's eyes flicked between her and the man behind her, who she could nearly physically feel stiffen. "Isn't that right, Heisenberg?"

"... Yes, Mother Miranda." The man replied quietly. Emelia jumped, turning back to see him nearly at her side. Wait, when did he get so close? More importantly, did he just AGREE??

"W-Wait..." Emelia tried, only to be silenced by a warning glance from the him. The boy shifted in her arms, his gaze settling on the robed woman in front of them. A recognition seemed to spark in the childs round eyes as he repeated the name, though Emelia held him tighter.

"I assure you he will be cared fore under my wing." Miranda spoke again, taking another step forward. Emelia attempted to take a step back, only to be stopped by Heisenberg.

"She was gonna help me find my family..." the boy finally spoke up. All three heads swiveled towards him, and Emelia felt a wave of guilt through her chest. She opened her mouth, but Miranda beat her to it.

"That is awfully... kind of her." She spoke, giving a questioning glance to Heisenberg, who froze in place. This woman was going to get them BOTH killed, he thought. Miranda continued. "Thankfully there is no need... I know where they are, young man. They are safe and sound in the mountains and worried dearly about their son... Now please, come with me. I can take you to them."

"You can...?" The child asked, his small voice hopeful. He looked at Emelia once more as if asking permission, who then forced a smile under Miranda's hard gaze. She knew she couldn't deny... She had no choice.

"Y-Yes, um... Yes, she can..." she forced the lie through her teeth, though attempting to sound as pleasant as possible. She felt a gloved hand around the back of her neck as Heisenberg prevented her from moving, while also simultaneously attempting to clam her down as he gave a gentle squeeze. He always did when her own anxieties were high, or if a certain memory or nightmare plagued her mind... And it usually worked.

But it wasn't working right now.

"Please." Miranda insisted, keeping her hand out. The boy looked at her before returning his gaze to the woman holding him.

"They're all safe...? You mean it?" He asked, earning a stiff nod.

A few moments of tense silence passed before Emelia finally put the child down with a shaky breath, crouching to settle on her knees and reaching forward to wipe any remaining tears.

"You'll be alright..." she managed quietly, forcing a calm smile as the boy nodded before looking up at Heisenberg, who had to look away from the boys gaze.

"Promise...?"

Another rush of ice cold and fluttering.

"I promise." She nearly choked out.

She stayed where she was as the boys hand was taken by Miranda, causing them both to jump. The woman leaned down just slightly, meeting her eye with that of near suspicion. Emelia froze, her own eye widening. She had never been this close... Her hair stood on end with an odd fear as Miranda seemed to examine her, that fear only increasing as the dark robed woman stood straight once more and took the child into her own arms.

"Come now, child. Your future is a bright one... You will have a family again." She said, taking a few steps back. It wasn't until she locked eyes with Heisenberg that she spoke again. "Heisenberg, learn to control your... 'workers'. I will not ask again."

"Yes, Mother Miranda..." the man ground out, though forced a 'pleasant' smile before nudging Emelias side with his leg. "Come on."

"But-" her voice was lost to her as she watched Miranda walk away, the child peering over the woman's shoulder. It wasn't until he gave the smallest wave that she felt stinging at her eye, shakily lifting a hand to wave back before the woman and the boy disappeared with a sudden flurry of feathers.

She nearly sat in the snow, her gaze on the ground itself. Why did it hurt... Why did she feel guilty? She could hear noises surrounding them, seeing dark figures in the corner of her vision. Low growls were distant to her ears, alerting her to the Lycans that slowly began to fill the village once more. They wouldn't hurt them, she knew, but it gave her a horrible anxiety she had rarely felt. It wasn't until Heisenberg nudged her again that she finally felt a white hot tear roll down her cheek, making her flinch.

"Come ON, Emelia..." he almost growled, clearly straining. She didn't move.

"... Why..." she managed. He looked at her.

"Don't start, Emmy-"

"Why couldn't you stop her?"

"You know why." He grumbled, taking a step back. She glanced up to see a Lycan nearing her, but the creature stopped once she caught it's eye.

"No. I don't." She growled suddenly, her voice wavering slightly. "You HATE her, Karl. You KNOW what she's going to do with that child, why can't you stop her??"

"If I try, she'll-"

"She'll WHAT?! WHAT WILL SHE DO?!" She yelled, standing and tuning to face him with her teeth bared. Any semblance of growling around them stopped. Heisenberg stared at her, exhaling though his nose.

"She'll kill the both of us." He said simply, frowning. "Look, Emmy, I hate the bitch. I fucking despise her. But even I'm not stupid enough to take her head-on!"

"Have you ever TRIED?!"

"And throw away everything I've worked for?!" He yelled back, though she didn't flinch. "If the kid wasn't killed by the Lycans, he would have been taken by her anyway if the cold didn't get to him first! It happens every time there's a purge, there's no stopping it!"

"And you can't try to save ONE child?!" She took a step closer, feeling her arm twitch. "You can hide ME, but you can't hide a simple bloody child?! What the hell makes me so special?? What makes YOU so special?! Why can't you save just ONE if you know how it feels-"

"BECAUSE WE HAVE CADOU!! WE'RE NOT HUMAN!!!" He roared suddenly, causing her to draw back slightly. The air was dead silent before he sighed. "Emelia, I know your memories. I know your... 'attachment' to your human life. You've shared every little bit with me, it's hard to forget." He started, setting down the hammer and taking a few steps closer. "But you can't get attached to a single human child you found when you know damn well that bitch is around every corner ready to take them like she did-..." he paused, only to shake his head. "The point is, we aren't human." He continued. "A human has no place with us. With you, with me, with anyone. The most you can do is accept it and move on until my army is strong enough, and then you can go on with as much revenge as you want. But right now, we can't do shit."

"... Have you even tried?" She managed, her voice breaking just slightly. His brows furrowed in irritation.

"No, I-"

"Then how do you know?"

More silence. His eyes widened slightly at the look she gave him. She may have been as cold as he was to the outside. She made killing almost a second living next to her mechanic work, and regularly tore the other creatures to shreds when angry without remorse. But the look she gave... It was pain. Pain and anger. It wasn't often he saw that spark, the the last time was when she told him... When she told him...

It was then that it hit him.

She had only told him a week ago.

"Emmy..." he sighed, finally moving to stand in front of her. "Look. We can't stop this right now. As much I would like to... and I REALLY want to," he shrugged, "You can't have the life you wanted. You're not human anymore, no matter how hard you try."

"But he is. He's human. And he's a CHILD." She tried, tightening the cloak around her shoulders. "I couldn't give a damn about the adults, but he... He's innocent... He doesn't deserve to be like us. Like THEM." She gestured to the Lycans, who had more or less focused on the argument.

"Yes, I know, and that makes it... difficult." He managed. He sighed as she averted her gaze, flinching as he reached for her face. "Hey. Look at me."

He managed to take ahold of her jaw, making her look at him. The anger in her eye almost made him feel... bad.

"We will keep working. The army will grow. And we WILL crush her." He assured quietly, looking around them. "That bitch WILL die, and this won't happen again..." He only paused for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "... Kids won't be taken anymore, and you'll have a chance."

Emelia stared at him. She didn't know if he was serious or trying to make her feel better... But she wanted to believe him either way. When Miranda was gone, none of this would happen... right? Would they all be safe? She kept her eye on him before letting out a shaky sigh, reaching up to wipe her cheek while still keeping her face pressed to his hand.

"... I hate her..." she muttered. She sniffled lightly. "I hate her for this... I..."

"I know." Heisenberg sighed. "Soon, Emmy."

She was silent for a moment.

"... Am I stupid for hoping he's alright...?" She asked, looking down as he removed his hand. He shrugged.

"Unfortunately yes." He admitted, walking back to his hammer. She looked back up at him, watching as he reached for the handle.

"Would you have said yes? To taking him?"

She watched as he froze, his fingers touching the handle. He was silent, lowering his head slightly. Would he have? The Lycans had more or less scattered among the wreckage at this point, though few remained. Emelia glanced at the one close to her as it approached slowly with a low, questioning growl, and a new thought popped in her mind- Would she meet the child again like this? Her eye shot back to Heisenberg as he suddenly grabbed the hammer and slung it over his shoulder, his body stiff with it's movements.

"Would you, Karl?" She asked again, her voice more firm. But he said nothing, starting to walk forward. Was that a yes??

"Let's go." He said simply, not even turning back to look at her. She let out a huff.

"Answer me." She nearly yelled, starting to jog after him. He only stopped as she nearly jumped in front of him. "Would you have said yes?"

He jerked back, only to to give an irritated sigh.

"Emelia, let's just go-"

"Not until you answer me."

"I don't have a reason to."

"Bullocks."

"What reason, then?!" He growled. She suddenly stepped forward, their chests nearly touching as she glared at him.

"Because I need to know you're not entirely the monster you pretend to be around her." She stated. He twitched, and she continued. "Because if you are, that means I am too. And I refuse to acknowledge myself as that much of a creature thanks to her, because that's what we've been reduced to around her."

She pointed to the Lycan that had trailed her. Heisenberg followed with his eyes, watching as the Lycan stood and backed away with a light growl once he looked at it. Hearing her compare them to these beasts almost sent a rush of anger through his chest. No, they WEREN'T beasts like them. Of course they weren't. Beasts of a different sort, maybe. But not like those. He looked back at her, the smallest bit of anger in his face from the suggestion alone. But she kept her stare.

"Would you have said 'yes'." She repeated, her tone still harsh as her lip trembled. Even she couldn't tell it if was from the cold or the threat of crying again, and she hated both options. He seemed to hesitate before shaking his head with a grumble.

"... Maybe." He mumbled, glaring at her from behind his glasses. "ONLY maybe. That's all you're getting."

She couldn't help take a deep breath, lowering her arm slowly. He said... Even though it wasn't quite what she wanted, she didn't actually expect him so say anything close. 'Maybe' wasn't 'yes'... but it also wasn't 'no'. He nodded to the side and stepped forward, and she simply followed. She watched as he walked past, almost too stunned to move.

"For the last time Emelia, let's go." He said sternly, not looking back at her. She was silent, but quickly followed.

The snow continued to fall as they walked in silence, and she shivered. It seemed to get colder by the second no matter how much closer to the factory they were... Heisenberg glanced over at her as she kept her head down.

"You really won't let that dream die, will you...?" He asked quietly, the suddenness of his voice making her jump. But she took a breath and shook her head.

"Not while I'm alive." She replied, though looked up at him with near insult as he chuckled. "What...?"

"You're an odd one..." he said simply. "You're stupid for trying to keep it alive. But I admire that."

"It's what gives me a goal to survive this." She mumbled, shrugging the cloak closer over her shoulders. "If that dream is what keeps me going through a fight with her, then so be it. If she wants to ruin families, I won't die until I have my own."

"Hm."

He gave a light hum, keeping his eyes forward. 'Family'... She wanted so desperately to fight for one. How she held on to that tiny bit of hope was strange to him. It was strong enough to nearly take an orphan child as her own almost immediately... He couldn't help but feel what he could have only assumed was pity.

"You might see him again." He mumbled, his voice the tiniest bit thoughtful. She finally glanced at him with a frown.

"That's a sick joke..." her voice was low. He shrugged, but stayed silent. She shook her head. "The next time I see him would be a Lycan sighting if her ritual doesn't work..." she muttered, hugging her arms. "Which it never has... None of it ever..."

She trailed off, feeling a lump enter her throat. Heisenberg glanced at her before sighing and reaching over, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and bringing her to his side a bit roughly. She let out a surprised grunt, nearly stumbling. She didn't have to say a word as she looked at him, feeling the warmth of him through their now somewhat wet, snow-covered clothes.

"It's cold, you shouldn't be worrying about that right now." He mumbled, the grip on his hammer tightening. "I'll put together a few things for you to destroy back home, yeah?"

She said nothing for a moment, only to pull away and walk slightly faster.

"I think I'll stay in the Foundry..." she replied quietly, not turning around as he paused his footsteps. "Or take a walk."

"... Alright then." Heisenberg muttered, returning his arm to his side.

Silence returned to them as they walked, Emelia keeping her head down while staying a few feet in front of him at all times. All she could see in her head was the boys face... The small bit of hope behind his bright eyes. The small bit of hope she had in hers, ripped away once again. Maybe if she had run with the child immediately... Maybe she could have gotten back to the factory before Miranda had arrived. Could she? Would she have been able to with Heisenberg at her heels? Would he had even let her IN to the factory with the child? Was there even the slightest possibility she could save just one whenever the next purge happened, if it happened? Or maybe... She shook her head. No, no... She couldn't let any of these thoughts plague her much longer... It would fuck with her work. With THEIR work. One wrong move and the plan would go down in flames...

She had to keep trying. To keep hope. To keep up with their plans to destroy the woman. She already knew Heisenberg planned on utilizing her and his army, and she wanted nothing but to accompany him to watch Miranda burn. And once she was dead... Maybe. Just maybe, she could finally have her dream.

She could only hope.

[luvvhore]

//lots of complaining and venting i'm sorry 😵‍💫

I AM GOING TO THE DOCTORS NEXT MONDAY WHICH IS GREAT!

what is NOT great is i got my medical records from my last visit in june ish and made the mistake of looking thru it 😁 and i saw that the doctor documented when my mom said she thought i wanted medication bc it was a 'social thing' and all my friends were on it so i wanted to be too, which is. not fucking true at all

the truth is when i was TWELVE YEARS OLD , me and some of my friends weren't doing good and a few of their parents took them to the doctors and prescribed them medication, and it was working!!! so i was like 'hm if medication is helping my friends with depression maybe it will work for me bc i'm very depressed?' and i told my mom about it and she turned it into a dumb peer pressure story 😁😁😁

as if that's isn't bad enuf.....i told her that when i was twelve. i am now. EIGHTEEN. and she's STILL bringing this BULLSHIT!! to the doctors attention!!!!!!!! SIX YEARS LATER!!!!!! to try and keep me from getting on medication!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and since the doctor noted what she said in the record, it's gonna be brought to this NEXT doctors attention and it could have an affect on what happens now! even though it literally wasn't true in the first place!!!!!!!!!

and ughhhhhh she brought this up to all the counselors i went to, she brought it to the staff up when i got admitted, and she brought it up to that doctor, EVEN THOUGH I TRIED TO PROTEST WVERY TIME SHE JEPT GOING!

i forgot alllllll abt it but now i remember the doctors place when i was like yea. i think i have adhd. and the dr looked at the thing i filled out and was like yea u def qualify for it..as well as a mood disorder......and ur depression is very severe ..therapy alone has proven to be ineffective so far so i think the best option right now is medication as well as talk therapy

and my mom was like hmmmm......well ur right doctor and that makes sense but frankly i've always been apprehensive about letting my DAUGHTER go on medication bc there was a point where SHE was only interested in meds because all HER other friends were. and that just didn't sit right with me as a mother you know 👩😢 i just want to make sure if SHE takes it, it's for good reason!! 🧐😚 and who knows if this is another example of that??

and i was like getting visibly irritated and upset and like trying to interject like 'mom. mom.' and she literally held her hand up to me and was like 'now wait let me finish' and just said literal lies... while the doctor wrote it all down..... and i couldn't do anything about it.........

and now if she goes w me (which she'll probably have to bc i have rlly intense driving anxiety and that mixed with being in a high-stress situation..) she's probably gonna do the same exact bs all over again. and even if it's just me i'm gonna have to spend half the appointment correcting all the literal bullshit in that file which is gonna be hella sus to that doctor

oh my god! i'm ndnxnxnskskjd i just want 2 be happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i'm so tired of my mom blocking me from any chance i have at getting better because it clashes with her personal opinions! fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[mochiko-spam]

Part 2 ^^ (im gonna be skipping more lewd questions bc no ://)

15. As mentioned, her jealousy is god awful and that gives her issues being angry when she gets jealous. Any feelings of betrayal make her the angriest.

She isn't the type to shout and scream when she is angry, she gets very quiet and almost calm??? Though her words definitely conflict her choice of tone.

She also gets angry at herself a lot when she isn't progressing in certain tasks quick enough for her to be competitive.

She also doesn't like people with at aren't her closest friends ridiculing her love life or lack of. She isn't one to like unsolicited advice from strangers.

16) Late summer/Early Autumn! It's the time of year where its starting to cool down again, the nights get darker a little quicker, and usually, means she can enjoy work and practise with her friends without it being irritably warm

17) She will say she can hold her breath for 4 minutes, she really can't, she bullshits, her top time was a little over 2 minutes but she deffo nearly passed out afterwards.

18) Not answering this one 😬

19) I'd say plaid, but it really depends, mochiko is hella indecisive, plaid gives a more rocker vibe where polka dots are more cute, usually sways depending towards the current idol concept

20) Spicy chilli beef 😋

21) The Chocodere girls! Mochiko doesn't have a lot of friends, but holds those close to her very dearly, she loves them a lot!!

22) No, but she has legitimately contemplated it more than once

23) Her yandere tendencies?? Haha maybe

Also, she has never actually been in a romantic relationship, as much as she claims she has met her one

24) Coffee, with a slight hint of something sweet, usually hazelnut, vanilla or caramel, or other popular syrups in coffee

25) See 16

26) Human 100%

27) English and Japanese, however she wants to study more languages, who knows,what if her soul mate speaks a different language, what will she do if she can't speak to them??

28) A little, she'll enjoy a horror with friends but she's a sucker for shojo romance or romantic kdramas, she forever wants to be one of the girls in there

29) She's okay, not gonna win any medals, but she won't drown in a pool

30) Not answering this one either 😬

31) Not really, she isn't massively into the supernatural

32) She wants to study a language at University! She really loves the idea of making the chances of meeting her forever soulmate as high as possible, and if that means she has to learn a whole new language, that is what she will do

[yanderelovebites]

Yandere Headcanons: Ochaco Uraraka

- She is the caring and obsessive type~! She's the Yandere who will be so obsessed that if she even sees one muscle out of place, if even one subtle change appears in your tone, she will think something it wrong. She will ask and she will fix your problems one way or another. At times it may appear clingy, but you'll see the pattern happens when things are going downhill for you.

- Uraraka came to fall in love when you first met. They're are a number of things that could have happened but whether you were stronger, smarter, or just sweet to her; you most likely caused her to fall in love by how easy you read people. You never undermined someone's actions and she loved that about you. Whether you are kind or not, you've always have respected why a person did what they did. It didn't matter if they were a civilian, hero, villain, or any other type of criminal; you respected them.

- I have a different scale of Yandere for my females. From Tsu (1) to a Toga (10), Uraraka is a solid 4 on the scale of BNHA Yanderes. Not the worst Yandere but definitely still isn't a force to reckon with.

- Uraraka will use a few things against you. She will blackmail with saying that she's the one who helps you the most, that she's the one you have always had there for you. She will also use your own sense of respect against you by saying it could be used as a way to show why you'd become a villain. Don't forget, she's freaking adorable so I wouldn't put it passed her to get a number of students to hate you by hurting her. She wouldn't try controlling you or anything and she's only use these against you if you try leaving her. Only one of these are a bluff and you're too scared to find out which.

- She's the type that will kidnap when school is over. This is mainly because people wouldn't try taking the lover of hers because they'd hate to think someone so sweet would hate them. But when she does kidnap you, it's done so to appear like it was a villain attack. She'll cry about how she couldn't do anything to stop it and how irritated it made her feel. In reality, you're in a basement of someplace she rented, sleeping and in fuzzy handcuffs.

- Okay, escape isn't easy because media loves Uraraka and would die practically if they knew what she was doing. However, if you do take this to the authorities you will permanently escape Uraraka but just to be safe, move away and do not contact anyone from your school days. Should you get recaptured, you'll be in a new room with hella better security.

- She doesn't refer to it as punishment but let's be real, it is. She will force you to listen to a recording until it's hard to think of anyone else but Uraraka. This recording basically is brainwashing you. She claims it's to get her message across and I wouldn't be surprised if she did other things while your in this stage.

- Her killing style is quick and simple. Stab, then frame. She's not big on torture or anything like that, just framing others for her misdeeds.

- This lady doesn't really snap. If you by some account have made her snap or someone else has... oh dear. She will delve into torture, actually using a type of torture that simulates drowning. The liquid is called perfluorocarbon.

- Uraraka isn't the most sexual Yandere but would like to do those things with you. She just isn't the type to tease or flirt herself into it, she'll just ask.

- She will force herself on you during the brainwashing punishment as to further stimulate that she is who you need to have in your life. Sure, you have friends and family, but they can't give you this can they?

- Uraraka is a simple girl. Vanilla type of kinks are more her thing. She's fine with positions and teasing but the extremely kinky shit? Yeah, no. If you're a female, she may be okay with a few toys but nothing extreme. Guys, she's a slut for cream pies my god.

- This Girl is the definition of affection. Likes holding your hand in company, hugs, kisses, cuddles, dates, and cooking with you.

- Not much changes in Uraraka when Stockholm Syndrome hits ya. She may stage a 'rescue' because you wouldn't leave her now. It mostly revolves on making you live like a normal human being. Except, you can't leave Uraraka. You may get a job and she'll make you something nice when you get home despite her most likely being the one with the higher paying job. You may also take turns doing just this. You do talk about kids. If you're a female, you talk about adoption. If your male, you make plans to make sure both of you succeed by getting matching days off. Honestly it's great once you accept her.

[r3b3lgrrrrrrrl]

A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 63)

"Making Up Isn't Hard To Do"

@creatureofthen1ght-v3

@lovemythsworld

@kellysimagines

@crystalbaby12

Colson's sitting at the kitchen table. Benny's still out with Casie, knowing to text before he heads back. Ashleigh is upstairs while Slim, Baze and Rook are gathered with him in the kitchen.

"So you think she fucked him?" Slim asks Colson. He likes Luna but she's always felt dangerous to him.

"No." Colson says shaking his head. He lights a joint. Inhaling deeply, he sighs out a giant cloud of smoke. "I think maybe she has feelings for him. She's been acting weird ever since she ran into him. And made it a point to tell me about him as soon as we were alone. Luna don't offer up shit." He sighs again as he exhales.

"Who is he?" Slim asks directly. Colson has talked to him about Luna and Justin. He heard her scream six years and did the math when Colson shouted about an undercover year.

"I don't know, Man." Colson tries to shake him off.

"Yeah, you do. Because I do. She cheated on her boyfriend with that dude, didn't she? That's why you're so pissed." Slim connecting the dots easily.

"I'M her fucking boyfriend." Colson snaps at him. Puffing on the joint.

"Chill, Mann." Slim says throwing his hands up.

"You know how to answer your question, Kells... " Rook speaks up. "Find out who stopped seeing who. If she broke it off you're in the clear. If it was him.... Maybe not. But, I don't think Luna's like that." Rook still defending her.

"She is like that. She fucked a dude for a year. Her other dude ever find out?" Slim turns to Colson, who's finishing up the joint.

"C'mon Slim... " Baze interjects. "Ain't one of us in here about to get Holy and act like we ain't never ran no long game with out getting caught." Baze states. "Besides, didn't he put her through some shit for a long time? So what if she fucked around with ONE dude. She rode with hers till his end." Baze has his own opinion of Luna. He likes that she doesn't take Kells shit but has never seemed to waver from him since the night of his birthday party.

Colson finally speaks, Baze's words sitting in his head.

"Watch it, Slim." He gives his friend A Look before continuing. "But nah, he never found out. She said Her Ashley don't even know. I'm the only one she's ever told." He looks back up glaring at them all. "So you better keep your fucking mouths shut." He warns.

They all agree with Yeahs and nods. How long they'll last, who knows?

"What's this LIFE shit she was talking?" Slim keeps pushing.

Colson shakes his head. "You know she's politically active, Dawg." is all he says as he gets up from the table and heads upstairs. Baze's words heavy on his head.

Everyone has a different opinion.

None of them knowing about Marissa, The Dark Web or who knows what else Luna has her hands in.

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Luna hails a cab. She's furious. She doesn't go to her grandmother's. She doesn't hit up Ashley or Mackenzie or Pete. She doesn't hit up Tommy. Although she truly wants to punch him in his face and then fuck him.

Thinking vindictivly, as always when feeling attacked. "You think I did some shit. Okay. Imma pull some bigger shit."

But Luna's not 21 anymore. She'll be 27 soon. So, she has the cab take her to The Vale. After checking in, she throws on boy shorts, a spots bra, hoodie, her running shoes and ear buds. Placing a call to Monica in the mean time. It rings to voicemail. Luna turning her own ringer off before she heads out.

Prancing down the stairwell, she jogs through the lobby. Breaking free once she hits the cement. Running her raging heart out through The City.

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Luna gets back from running, checking her phone, there's a Snap from Colson:

She strips down and Snaps him back before getting in the shower. Puffing on her pen all the while.

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Colson opens Luna's Snap immediately.

Asking Ashleigh to keep an eye on Casie, he heads directly over.

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Luna hears banging on the door from the bathroom as soon as she shuts the water off.

"Holy fucking shit..." She thinks to herself. Wrapping a robe around her to answer the door.

It's Colson, just as she suspected.

"Hi." She says flatly, allowing him to kiss her cheek.

"Can I come in?" He asks.

Stepping aside, he walks in. Bikini Kill filling the hotel room. Raw, Riot Grl Rage.

"Yeah, I'm fucked....." Colson thinks to himself.

She walks to the couch, curling up in the corner. There's a bottle of Jameson on the table.

"So, why you really mad at me?" Luna asks. Much looser and understanding after running, popping a bar and taking a shower. She lights a joint as he sits down with her.

"I don't know." He looks over at her before looking down at the ground. "I don't think I'm mad, I think I'm scared. I can feel how much you loved Justin and I guess, if you could do that to him.... What's stopping you from doing it to me..." He looks up at her, vulnerability raw.

Luna reaches for his hand as she passes him the joint. He hits it while she talks.

"Tommy and I only happened because Justin neglected me, himself and our life. On and off for a long time. I'll admit I'm an Asshole for it, but it wasn't out of malice. It was survival. And it's a guilt I carry heavily." She tells him, showing her own vulnerabilities. "You don't like that I can keep a secret, but what you don't understand, is that I'm not keeping any from you. I told you about Justin and Tommy because I wanted you to know. Not because I had to."

"So you would've lied about the picture?" He asks, feeling an irritation grow as he passes it back to her.

"No." She puffs on the joint. "But I could've side stepped it, told you he was an old friend who simply has a crush on me. All of which are true. But, I didn't. I gave you the details when it popped up in our life, BEFORE it went public, because I promised to NOT side step you and as I've told you before, I'm not going to vomit my life but as it flows, I'm going to give it to you." She pulls on the joint again before passing it back

Hearing her every word. He waits before asking "How did you and Tommy end?" He's hitting it now.

Luna grabs the bottle of whiskey. She has a tendency to look for a substance before exposing her truth.

"He told me he loved me and I knew that was unfair because I'd never leave Justin." She looks down with a sadness. Colson isn't sure if it's for Justin or Tommy.

"Did you love him?" Colson asks quietly as he hands her back the joint.

"Yes." She states. Looking him in the eye. She can't help but close hers as she inhales. Slowly exhaling, she opens them as she continues "But, I made a commitment to Justin and I would've traveled to the depths of hell with him. We've talked about this. How we're both loyal to a fault, and that it's a blessing and a curse. Tommy happened two years before Justin killed himself. With no one before or after him. I would've stayed with Justin forever. No matter what it cost me." Hitting it again, she passes it.

Colson's heart breaks for her. He'll never be able to understand how someone could be so careless with Luna.

"Do you love him more than me?" He asks before hitting the joint.

"Who?" Unsure of if they're talking about Tommy or Justin.

"Tommy." He says exhaling.

Luna closes her eyes again, thinking of her words. "There will always be a crazy connection between Tommy and I, but...." She climbs into Colson's lap. He's happy to have her back on top of him. "You have to think, I didn't go looking for him once Justin passed. At all. Thursday was the first time I seen him in almost 6yrs. I swear." Taking the joint, she pulls through the last few hits before putting it out.

"You scare me, Luna." Colson tells her honestly. This hurts her. She grabs the bottle for another swig before asking why.

"Because everybody wants you." He sighs.

"You can't act like you don't have admirers too...." She contests.

"Yeah, but I don't have personal relationships with them."

"Uhm... What is Bleta for 500, Alex?" She challenges him.

Her Jeopardy reference makes him laugh and wrap his arms around her. "Touché" He submits.

On his lap, in his arms, looking into those beautiful, blue eyes, she tells him. "Look, Bunny. Like I said before, I'm not perfect. I make mistakes, I'm an Asshole. I'm hella sorry for my betrayal of Justin hurting you. That's my Karma. But our relationship is different than his and I's. I just wish you could trust me. We've been dealing with this shit since the night at The Palms. I told you then. I'm always going to play a role. Same as you. Men are going to want me the way women want you. What we both need to always focus on and keep true to, is that we only go home to or with each other. And I did. I called you at the bar. And I Snapped you when I got back. I have nothing to hide."

He knows she's right. Exhausted from their fights, he pulls her in for a deep sweet kiss. She enjoys his warm tongue dancing in her mouth. Moving down to her neck, he slips her robe off her shoulders. Kissing her softly, he lays her back on the couch.

They move slow and delicate with each other. Soft, tiny kisses exchanged on their bodies. Deep understanding playing in their mouths.

Colson slides into Luna slowly. Working his way deep inside of her. He knows when he's hit her spot. Keeping her there, he feels her shake and cum off of his girth.

She pants "I love you" in his ear as he slowly rocks back and forth inside of her. Feeling his bare dick touch every inch of her insides.

Their love making is slow, deep and quick. Luna cumming again with him as he enjoys their tenderness. It's a delightful change of pace from their norma,l intense hunger - fucking.

Laying inside of her, cheek to cheek, he whispers "I'm sorry."

Stroking his back, she honestly tells him "Don't be." That she would've snapped too.

They're both intensely possessive. It's one of the things they love about each other.

They lay with him still inside of her. Where he belongs. Their love, understanding and acceptance of each other washing over them. She's happily wrapped around his body. Him laying contently on her chest. Almost drifting off, Luna's startled by Colson's body jumping.

"Fuck." Colson pops his head up. "What time is it?" He asks.

Luna checks her phone. It's 730P. Colson tells her they should get going. He gently shakes her, while slightly shouting "Yooou're LIVE ooon Saturday Night, Kitten!!!" Grinning.

She kisses him on the mouth, strong and solid. "I fucking love you, Colson." She tells him, staring into his eyes, she doesn't give a fuck about SNL, she only cares about where THEY land.

Colson pulls his t-shirt and jeans on while Luna throws on a wild concoction. She'll get dressed at the studio.

Luna stops Colson. Facing him with both her hands on his forearms. She looks clearly through his eyes into his soul.

"We're in this together. I'm not leaving. EVER. How you treat me and Us, will dictate whether we're beautiful or dark. Either way. I'm here." She pulls him down to her level. Kissing him solidly. A promise being solidified with it.

He scoops her up by her ass, pulling her into him firmly. Breathing her sweet sent in. It's a mixture of weed, coconut oil, cigarette smoke and Aveeno.

His dick rages for her. Knowing in his heart, he's the only one she wants.

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They leave the hotel and head to 30Rock, it's a little after 8P and Luna's facing one of the biggest performance of Ashley and her careers.

Luna turns to Colson in the cab. She touches his face lightly as she looks into his eyes. "I love - LOVE you." She tells him honestly with a kiss. His heart swells, knowing their truth as they step out onto 48th street.

Colson grips her ass cheek to her pussy's pleasure as they walk to 30 Rockefeller Plaza.

THEY'RE PERFORMING LIVE FROM NEW YORK ON SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE!!!!

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To be continued....

[savnofilter]

I'm so irritated and stressed right now. My cousin just told me that this girl I used to be cool with was talking hella shit,saying that she'll whoop my ass and that I'm a scrawny bitch (even tho I'm 2x her size) and I honestly never wanted to hurt someone so bad. I have bad anger issues and I suffer from homicidal ideation so now I keep having these really gruesome thoughts about hurting her. Since I'm super mad the thoughts kinda aren't bothering me but at the same their really grossing me out

i know how that feels anon, it might hurt but just breath and move on. she is obviously jealous enough she has to be a snake behind your back. best that you just ignore it and move on. if your cousin wants to bring up anything ab the girl (or anyone else), politely tell them that you dont want to hear it bc you dont want to hear ab it bc it is making you stressed. do not talk to her in anyway, that might risk you voicing out anything dangerous and if you choose to ignore the situation, it will go away fast.

[nellie-elizabeth]

Grey's Anatomy: Today Was a Fairytale (18x07)

...Link and Jo? No.

Cons:

I want Link and Jo to be like Alex and Meredith. In each other's lives, friends forever, no hint of romance whatsoever. I do not want this to go there. It makes me cringe just thinking about it. That end scene was embarrassing to watch. While I find Kai and Amelia cute and promising, I also just think Amelia and Link's whole romantic travail this season is pointless and weird. They were good together. Amelia was fun without all the excessive angst. Just settle her with whoever you're going to settle her with, and stop messing with her. I'm exhausted, y'all.

I continue to be unimpressed with Nick and Meredith as a romance. He's bland as fuck and I don't understand their connection even a little bit.

The recruitment fair had some good moments, but I was super irritated that Grey Sloan Memorial had such a shoddy operation. They should have had an amazing visual setup with professional poster boards and a backdrop, etc. so they looked like a going concern, and lots of people would come by, but then get lured off by the free food and swag elsewhere. That would have been a better way of making the point. As it was, I was just embarrassed for Bailey, and confused, not in a good way, at how they could have dropped the ball so, so hard on making a professional display.

Pros:

As I said, I do like Kai and Amelia. Kai is a hella relatable character, they work too hard and they only go home to hang out with their cat. I also like the spark of attraction between Kai and Amelia, the way they're getting to know each other in connection with this super important research, and how Kai is appreciating Amelia on her own merits, not because of her family name or any of her associated drama. A clean slate for Amelia might be what's needed, even if I wish all this contrived drama with Link wasn't a thing that was happening.

Maggie's back! I missed her, she's gorgeous, she and Winston had lots of reunion sex and totally bailed on Bailey's recruitment fair. Understandable, tbh. Not much to say there, I'm just happy they're happy!

While I am cringing hard at the idea of Link and Jo, I did like their time together with the kids, going to see the show, giving medical care in the field... Jo has such good instincts as a mom, I love watching her with Luna and I love seeing her save lives. I liked the part where another person in the audience referred to Link as Jo's "husband" and she just said "ew, no." Like... that's the sibling energy I crave. I even like Link's confession that he had a crush on Jo when they first met, and then he got past it and they're such good friends. We should be normalizing this! Not every relationship between a straight guy and a straight girl needs to go in the romance direction. Let's knock it off, alright??

The recruitment fair stuff did give us a chance to continue talking about the Webber Method, and seeing how Grey Sloan is trying to offer something new and fresh. We didn't get a ton of this plot thread here, but I liked seeing it continued. We're also seeing the continued conflict of Meredith's hectic career. She's in Minnesota just to get yelled at by her boss-slash-patient, which means she's missing stuff back in Seattle. Nobody's happy, and Meredith is stretched pretty thin between these two halves of her life. I appreciate that the drama is a little more muted for her than it might have been in seasons' past, but it still seems clear that she'll have to deal with this soon!

And that's all I've got for this one. I'm very anti Link/Jo, I must say, but we'll have to see where they take it all.

7/10