#[paid for the life that i chose; if i could i'd trade it all]

[lightinthesand]

where should you be kissed?

Tagged by @purrgatorial Tagging: Anyone who wants to steal it!

Palm. "you give and give. you are a gentle heart, broken but still standing… always lending a hand for those who need it, expecting nothing in return. you deserve someone taking your hand and kissing your open palm, the hands which have selflessly helped so many others."

[shimmerbeasts]

Quinn spun around to face Mizora, shrugging off her grasp. Her heart was pounding with the thrill of having been caught. She had been so careful not to activate any alarms, taken all the precautions, but alas, Mizora had noticed her intrusion anyway. “Mizora,” she greeted her with practiced ease, as if she hadn’t just been caught breaking into her domain. “I’d be thankful if you let me take it, of course.” Quinn smiled at her, her grip on the bow not faltering. She hadn’t been aware that it did anything other than shooting arrows. But she didn’t plan to use it herself. “Someone is really interested in your possessions, you know,” she added with a glint of mischief. It wasn’t her whim that led her here, but the request of a client who payed good money for that particular artifact.

The nonchalance, with which Quinn treated her intrusion into her home, was an insult, however, unlike Raphael, who would have easily lost his temper over that theft, Mizora chose to be just as calm and calculated as her target. Better use this unexpected moment to figure out how it had come about to prevent such an incident happen in the future.

At the base of Mizora's feet sat a bezekira. The hellcat rubbed her head possessively against the Cambion's calves, her half-invisible body a play of light and shadow. The animal purred awfully pleased with herself that she had alerted her mistress to the thief. Looking up at Quinn, the half-elf would notice the streaks of salty tears trailing out of bright amber eyes, which had a shockingly human expression on them, in spite of their bile.

Mizora smiled as if she was not absolutely livid about the brazenness of the thief before her. "Hello, Quinn", she greeted the half-elf before her with a gentle purr, "You know, if you wanted to visit me so badly, you could have just asked. You must have gotten through a lot of hardship just to get here. Why don't you come and sit with me for a bit? Rest those weary legs of yours?"

Her red eyes flashed for the briefest of seconds as she learned that Quinn's thievery had been paid for by someone with quite a bit of money. Either that someone had no respect for another's life and believed trading Quinn off was worth the risk, should she get caught, or they were really, really obsessed with getting their grubby, little hands all over her bow.

"Oh, really?", Mizora said, "Someone is invested in my possessions. I am almost flattered. I don't have a lot of steal-worthy items in this menagerie. At least nothing that is alive at least." She looked down at the bezekira, who threw her head back, jaws split into a strange grimace as a rumbling, irregular purr and miaow escaped her jaws. The sound disturbingly seemed to almost mimic a human laughing.

The hellcat stood up and began to circle Quinn, deliberately pressing herself against the half-elf, caking her into shimmering, white fur, which seemed to elicit a warmth like a roaring fire. The rumbling growl-like purr carried through the air like an invisible threat.

"I'd love to know a bit more about who is so insistent on having you steal from me", Mizora said, "Allow me to make you an offer: Don't worry, ferret, your soul is fine. I am not going to lay a single claw on it. I just want to know who your customer is. In exchange, how about I tell you what you are actually attempting to steal here. Sounds like a fair bargain, don't you think? Information for information. Nobody must come to harm."

@misalignedmagic cont. from here.

[allcrnothing]

based on X 

hunter hadn’t expected to actually be in the classroom, yet here he was. usually his mother, carters grandmother, was filling in the duties that the male wasn’t able to attend. the kid was blonde and perhaps looked almost nothing like his father (the mothers genes were a near-curse in hunters head) but they both had similar personalities; calm, collected and chill. it’d been a few minutes of almost mindless wandering and looking at the various drawings in the classroom before he approached what he ASSUMED to be the teacher. “all the drawings are pretty cute. they add a ice touch to the room, i think.”

[barid-bel-medar]

Was doing my performance review today for work and discovered something interesting from my boss during my one-on-one with him.

As some of you might remember (for those of you who have read my real life ramblings), I initially started at the place I'm at on a temp contract that was supposed to be two months long. I took it because I'd been out of work for about eight months, and my last job before that had been a consulting gig that paid...well it paid not the greatest but it paid me something. So I leapt on the opportunity.

(Also tbh I was insanely bored and needed something to do)

So I start the job, and I started on a specific team that was directly interacting with clients. Was making my then-supervisor very happy with how quickly I was picking up on things and how quickly I could get things done. Then at the start of my second week I'm told I'm moving teams. That I wasn't supposed to be on the client-facing team, but the broker-facing team. Honestly liked that much better since I hated emailing clients for shit since 9/10 I got bitching rather than the requested documents; broker-facing team meant the brokers did it. So okay, transferred to that team, and for that first week I'm working under the CFO, since the head of the team was on vacation that week. Then the next week the proper head of the team is there, aka the man who is now my boss for my perm position.

Here's the thing I've been wondering for months and not gotten an answer to since I wasn't entirely sure how to ask it; why exactly he made me a perm job offer barely a week after I'd been working for him? Like I'd had the hope, especially with how pleased other supervisors had been with me (both first supervisor and CFO had praised me), that I may get some sort of offer at the end of the contract. Some sort of entry level admin job. During my first meeting with him I had made an offhand comment over how I was looking for perm work and he had gotten a rather thoughtful look on his face (in hindsight, rather obviously, that was him realizing I was available and interested in something perm). Come Friday he messages me 'what would your required salary be for a full time position?'

Which again, not what I was expecting.

So today, when doing my yearly performance review, I finally got the explanation. The reason it came up was due to my boss commenting on him being very determined in light of how good my performance has been to get me either a raise, a bonus, or both, and me pointing out I'd only been employed (technically) for five months since prior to that I hadn't been a true employee since temp. He sort of shrugged it off and pointed out that part of what earned me my very good review did relate to stuff I did while temping. Which lead to me finally asking, 'hey how did I end up on your team anyway?' since I knew my original supervisor tried to offer up someone else in place of me because she was that satisfied with my work.

Here's the thing. I'd been under the impression the entire time I'd been put on his team basically by chance. That it just so happened that I'd been supposed to be on his team and there had simply been a mix up at first. But I had figured that was HR's decision, and unrelated to him.

Nope.

Seems he had specifically asked for me, which I now realize meant he had either seen my resume back then or HR had gone over with the team leaders the new temps that were being hired. He specifically asked for me because my work history demonstrated excellent organizational skills, and was very satisfied to be proven that yes, I am in fact good at that. And HR had guaranteed him that he could chose whoever he wanted and no one could argue with him (hence the immediate refusal from HR to my initial supervisor about trading a different team member; my boss had already looked through and decided he wanted me over all of them).

He'd already had approval for the job I now have (something he mentioned to me when initially discussing it with me), but he hadn't yet posted it. Looking back, he had most likely picked me to see if I would be a good fit for the perm position the entire time (and well, he really did need me for the temp stuff). If it had turned out that no, I wouldn't be a good fit, okay. Not much skin off his nose, he can post the job. But I had a trainable skill set, we got along well, and the salary range I asked for was reasonable. So end of in a sense first week arrives, and I get the salary question, and things go from there.

And now I've been here for seven months in some fashion or other.

[nuclearforest]

Three questions for you!

1. It's time for the annual team building retreat! You have to pick which group you will be sent with to compete again the other! Do you side with the Wild Geese or the Iscariots?

2. You've won a week's vacation to the Bahamas, all expenses paid! But there's one problem...who is going to look after your beloved poochies while you're gone!?

The only people you can ask is either a starving Alucard or The Major. Who would you chose and why?

3. You've gone back in time to the night of your prom dance. The entire cast of Hellsing is there, along with ...everyone else.

Who amongst the cast is on your dance card and who is on your hit list?

I'm gonna start by saying that I'm dying for these questions and love them to bits. TYSM!! I'm gonna get right into it.

1. Fun fact about me! I went to an all girl catholic school for high school, so I've already been on retreats with a group of Catholics (and I'm well familiar with Catholic guilt, oh boy) so I'm gonna have to say the Wild Geese. They're probably really rowdy, but a corporate retreat probably means NOT a warzone and (if Hellsing sponsored) somewhere either nice in Britain or a country still under Britain's thumb. Sounds like it could be a good vacation.

(On that note I wrote some Hellsing headcanons ages ago about going to LeMans for the famous endurance race and because Pip and probably a bunch of the Wild Geese are French, they'd be familiar with it if not love going themselves. I've been before, loved it, and kinda follow endurance racing already, so I would love to do that as a retreat.)

2. Before I pick a babysitter I'm going to give you a full disclosure: I love big dogs. Grew up with goldens, a St. Bernard, and now my folks have a Newfoundland (who is a big baby that looks like a bear). So I would also have big dogs, probably Newfs or something (if only I'd be in a place to have a wolfdog) if I lived somewhere cold enough to be tolerable to them.

Now that said, I would honestly pick the Major. Alucard may or may not have eaten dogs and if he's hungry I would not be risking that. Automatic disqualification. But I would also daresay the Major probably likes dogs and might look at the Captain as a bit of a big dog himself. So if I were in the position to be able to ask: please take my dogs and don't let them witness your war crimes, sir. (Man let's trade for the week: you take my dogs and I take yours, if you know what I mean-- give me the Captain in swim trunks tanning on a beach. Or like, even better rent a whole catamaran and sail out to sea alone for like a week. A lot can happen in a week).

3. Prom was a funny night. First all-nighter I ever pulled in my life; I remember driving/flying home at 5AM in an overpowered car and feeling very free when the sun rose. I didn't actually spend much time dancing though because I went with friends-- had an all girl's school and knew no guys from the other private schools in the area. I think we had a brother school, never really got involved with them though.

That said, I would've danced with at least Integra, no questions asked. Just as friends. Would've probably avoided Zorin like the plague. And I am an almost criminally shy individual so I would've been pining hard across the room for the Captain only to get punked into dancing with him by a group of my friends. I would've never recovered. Didn't grow into IRL courage until many years later, lol, and I'm still a bit of a coward online. I am like, 3 hairs away from doing a Mill college AU for shits and giggles. But I'm gonna finish the December fic first. I may or may not have cheated and started drafting.

[lightinthesand]

Benn pulled her bike into a spot. Careful to take her helmet off and place it in front of her. She climbed off her bike as making her way inside the building. She was to meet a friend here. She was cautious though.

[allcrnothing]

@faonmiel liked !!

 he hadn’t been watching where he was going (idiot).  too preoccupied with the phone in his hand, hunter has nearly walked into several other people. this time, however, he wasn’t as lucky to avoid the collision. “jesus christ,” stepping back he gets his bearings together before looking the other over. “shit. you’re not like, hurt right?”

[allcrnothing]

hunter beverly tag dump 2.0 !!