#✦ jupiter. / visage.

[svndrenched]

team galactic's enrollment is up 300% and cyrus can't figure out why.

[urdamage]

eilonwy hands noah an envelope ; the birthday card inside of it is thick , a sign of its good quality . she’s chosen it specifically from cupid’s , having stood at the birthday card section for more than ten minutes in order to choose the nicest one that resembles her friend as best as a card can . the card is a soft yellow , and the front is covered in playful illustrations of flowers , all with friendly faces smiling upwards to the ‘ happy birthday ’ written in bubble writing . inside of it , she’s written her birthday message in soft , beautiful , legible cursive handwriting . the message reads ;

“ dear noah, 

every single day i am reminded of how blessed i am to have you in my life.  i could never have asked for a better friend, a better brother.  i hope your twenty-sixth year is filled with love and joy and all of the beautiful things you deserve to have in life.  here’s to the rest of our lives spent together as the best of friends. i love you!

love always, lonnie. ” 

the card jupiter hands noah isn’t a traditional birthday card , but instead , one single piece of unfolded card containing an illustration on the front and a plain white back . instead of writing on the back of the card , jupiter has written his birthday message to noah on a piece of lined paper , which is neatly taped to the back . upon further inspection , and upon flipping the page over , the fact that both sides of the page have been covered in writing can be found . the message is written in handwriting that is scribbly and small , yet legible at the same time . the message reads ;

“ my dearest noah, 

i wholeheartedly believe that the universe had a plan when it brought us together. i could write pages and pages on how i believe you deserve better than all of the cards that the universe has dealt you, but i could write even more about how i believe that the universe has given me more than i deserve by leading me to you. i won’t.  when i turned twenty-six, i was just beginning to feel like i belonged here in shrike. angel had just started to let me perform to the sparse mid-day crowd, i found comfort in no longer running and chasing whatever mystery tickled my interest that month, and i started to feel at home in my apartment - broken lift and all. the view of the night sky from the balcony truly is amazing, almost as beautiful as the one that you helped me create in the safety of my room. i know that we don’t live in the same old shrike anymore. regardless. all i can do is hope that in your twenty-sixth year, you feel the same kind of belonging and the same kind of comfort that i found here.  after all that you’ve done for me, both before and after everything that we’ve been through, all i can ask for is that the stars guide you in the right direction so that you can find peace and love and happiness and fulfilment and everything else you could ever want.  and because i know some people don’t believe in that kind of stuff, in the universe having any sort of power over any of us (mum and dad always said i was silly for believing) i’ll also be by your side helping that become a reality in whatever way that i can.  you shine brighter than my favourite star.  happy birthday - suppose i should have written that sooner.

yours, jupiter. ”

✧ eilonwy finch moodboard 06/?? ✧ jupiter bernstein moodboard 08/?? ✧ featuring noah cohen ( @noahcohen​ ).

[caelcstis]

tags -- bae brothers !!

you appear as if ice overtook your entire heart. ⸢ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐔𝐒 / visage. ⸥ how many scars have you suffered for your family? ⸢ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐔𝐒 / about. ⸥ the lion's heart is protected once and for all. ⸢ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐔𝐒 / aes. ⸥ take your drugs like the good boy you are &&. choke on your money. ⸢ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐔𝐒 / youth. ⸥ the quiet doesn't seem so scary &&. the milky mornings warm your body instead. ⸢ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐔𝐒 / first. ⸥ your voice &&. presence still seems to shake those around you. ⸢ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐔𝐒 / threads. ⸥ there are still demons &&. monsters chasing your tail ⸢ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐔𝐒 / headcanons. ⸥ how funny is it that i own your heart when you cured mine? ⸢ regulus + leo. ⸥

so much rage &&. pain are gathered in your eyes how can you still smile? ⸢ 𝐉𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑 / visage. ⸥ there's so much fire inside of you that you might just combust ⸢ 𝐉𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑 / about. ⸥ you'd reach &&. live with the stars if you could ⸢ 𝐉𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑 / aes. ⸥ you look to the stars in hopes they can tell your story instead ⸢ 𝐉𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑 / headcanons. ⸥ how many stars do you wish upon? how many do you wish would take you away? ⸢ 𝐉𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑 / first. ⸥ your words are choked &&. you're unsure if you'll start screaming or crying ⸢ 𝐉𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑 / threads. ⸥ rather than getting burnt by this fire in my heart you let it warm you instead ⸢ jupiter + minsung / r3dblccd. ⸥

[sleepiehime]

tags.

[poppitron360]

Sons of Jupiter do not cry.

They’re strong, powerful leaders. Tough soldiers, fearsome, lords of lightning. Crying shows weakness. It shows vulnerability. Something a child of the king of the gods could not afford to do.

Jason hadn’t cried in front of others since he was three. He’d had that beaten out of him by Lupa and her wolves. People looked up to him as their Praetor, their ideal Roman warrior. He had to always stay strong, always be vigilant, never show weakness.

The only time they’d seen the Son of Jupiter cry was the moment he lost Leo.

He screamed His name, his voice filled with utter sorrow as the explosion lit the sky. He fell to his knees, sobbing. Head in hands and just fucking sobbing. All sense of dignity was shattered, as he lay there, his knees in the wet grass, crumpled and crying like an infant. All his expectations, all the visages of the Prince of the Sky were lost alongside Him. He just bawled and bawled. No comfort could resolve him. He just stayed there, crying. A broken man.

[scoonsalicious]

Unwanted: Chapter 27, Unhinged - Pt. 5

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, kidnapping, Carthage.

Word Count: 525

Previously On...: Dimitri called and basically insisted you have to come dance for Hydra at the club. He's not giving you a choice.

A/N: SHE'S BACK, BESTIES!

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The ride to the club was tense. Dimitiri’s usual kindness toward you was nowhere to be found, and you couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to change his demeanor so suddenly. You just had to hope that Bucky was on his way toward the club at this very second, though he hadn’t answered your text message by the time Dimitri’s timeline for your departure had run out. 

When you pulled up to The Wiggle Room, the driver pulled around to the back entrance in the building’s alley. This concerned you, because you knew there were no security cameras on the back door, and there’d be no evidence of you entering the premises. 

“Why are we going through the back?” you risked asking Dimitiri. But the man’s visage remained hard and silent. When the car stopped, he got out and moved around to open your door. As you exited, he grabbed your arm, holding it far tighter than was comfortable as he practically dragged you inside.

“Ow,” you moaned. “Dimitiri, you’re hurting me.” He dragged you to the door to Kozlov’s private lounge, throwing it open before tossing you inside. “Oh, Dimitri apologizes to the little dove,” he simpered, eyes hard. “Perhapz she will have to find zomeone to avenge’r from Dimitiri’s slight, no?” He laughed to himself, cold and mirthless, before slamming the door in your face. 

“Dimitri!” you called, “I don’t understand what’s going on! Open the door, please!” You pounded on it in vain as you listened to the sound of the lock engaging from the outside.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. His choice of words could not have been a coincidence. They were spoken too deliberately. Your cover had obviously been blown, but how?

“I think poor old Dimitiri’s cross that you’ve been lying to him about who you really are,” a disgustingly familiar voice cooed from behind you. You turned, not wanting to believe what you knew you would find, but there she was: Jade Carthage, sitting on one of Kozlov’s armchairs, sipping a flute of champagne like she owned the goddamned place. 

“Hello, Precious Pocket,” she purred, taking the time to uncross and re-cross her legs. “Did you miss me?” She gently put down her champagne flute. “Pink hair?” she tsked as she eyed you up and down. “Really? You couldn’t look more desperate if you tried.”

“I’ll just have to take your word for it,” you smirked, exuding more confidence that you actually felt in that moment. “You're the expert on looking desperate, after all. Wouldn’t you agree, Carthage?”

“You always did think you were clever,” Jade said, standing up and moving toward you. “But I always knew you were just an insecure, dumb bitch.”

You made a move to activate your distress bangle, but her super soldier reflexes were too quick. Before you could blink, she had you in a chokehold, the pressure she was putting on your carotid arteries having your vision tunneling in seconds. Before you passed out completely, you could make out her voice, as though coming from a great distance.

“Why don’t you have a little rest? You and I are going on a trip.”

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[jedimaesteryoda]

On his way to Mole's Town to bring food for the wildlings he encounters three carved trees that represent his personal journey.

The drunkard was an ash tree, twisted sideways by centuries of wind. (…) A solemn mouth, a broken branch for a nose, two eyes carved deep into the trunk, gazing north up the kingsroad, toward the castle and the wall.

The ash tree faces Castle Black and the Wall, and clearly represents Jon as he is now as Lord Snow.

Ash trees were associated by the Celts with healing and enchantment, especially transformation and empowerment in terms of destiny. In Norse mythology, Yggdrasil, the ash tree, hid the dragon, Níðhöggr, below in its roots who would be freed from the ash tree at the time of Ragnorak. A squirrel communicated between the dragon and a bird in its branches. Bran was called a squirrel by his father for his love of climbing, Bloodraven is represented by a raven (big duh, I know) and Jon himself is a dragon.

Like the ash tree, Jon's identity as Jon Snow hid his dragon identity below. The Long Night is coming again, and his Targaryen identity will eventually be freed from hiding.

A mile farther on, they came upon a second face, carved into a chestnut tree that grew beside an icy stream, where its eyes could watch the old plank bridge that spanned its flow. (…)​The chestnut was leafless and skeletal, but its bare brown limbs were not empty. On a low branch overhanging the stream a raven sat hunched, its feathers ruffled up against the cold. When it spied Jon it spread its wings and gave a scream. When he raised his fist and whistled, the big black bird came flapping down, crying "Corn, corn, corn."

The chestnut tree is connected with the underworld with the chestnut's description as "leafless and skeletal" conjuring the image of death.

The chestnut tree represent Jon post-Ides of Marsh. He will appear dead, and dwelling in the realm of death. The raven sitting on its branch suggest Bloodraven's involvement.

Just north of Mole's Town they came upon the third watcher, carved into the huge oak that marked the village perimeter, its deep eyes fixed upon the kingsroad. That is not a friendly face, Jon Snow reflected. The faces that the First Men and the children of the forest had carved into the weirwoods in eons past had stern or savage visages more oft than not, but the great oak looked especially angry, as if it were about to tear its roots from the earth and come roaring after them. Its wounds are as fresh as the wounds of the men who carved it.

The oak was regarded as the "King of Trees," King Arthur's Round Table was made from oak and oak was even associated with kings of the gods like Zeus/Jupiter and Dagda the King of the Tuatha dé Danann.

The faces of the weirwoods described as "stern" fits the description of many of the faces of Stark kings in the crypts by Bran as stern. The heart tree in the Red Keep in King's Landing is an oak tree, and when Tyrion is reading and thinking about Aegon and his sisters and their dragons, he is sheltering under an oak. The tree isn't a weirwood connected with the First Men and by extension the Starks, but an oak connected with Targaryens.

There is also the story of the Oak King who is reborn during winter after the Holly King dies. As Aemon said "kill the boy and let the man be born." While he is "dead", Jon is revealed the truth of his heritage. Jon Snow, son of Eddard Stark dies so Jon, son of Rhaegar Targaryen is born.

The tree being described as angry will likely describes Jon's emotional state once he wakes up after learning this knowledge. Learning the truth that he had been lied to his whole life by the man he prided on being his father, that his identity he had grown comfortable with as Ned's bastard son is a lie and that he is heir to a disgraced house, the grandson of Mad King Aerys with his origins sparking the war of Robert's Rebellion will undoubtedly make him understandably upset and angry. It would be best described as Daenerys often put it "waking the dragon" in every sense of the term in that Jon's Targaryen identity is revealed and the anger from the revelation.

The "wounds as fresh as the men who carved it" could refer to the wounds left by Marsh and Co. with their daggers. With all the anger, and no one to confide such information to, Jon will find an outlet.

[spearcast]

"Careful! This rose has quite a few thorns!"

If anyone remembers my overwatch oc................. I'd say you've been here too long but that really wasn't THAT long ago lmao

As always Rosalie got a bit of a makeover and redo when it comes to her background and general info!!! More under the read moreeee

A lot of her story is still the same. Her dad was still part of Overwatch (and before that was in the soldier enhancement program (SEP) alongside Jack Morrison and Gabriel Reyes), her mom was still a renowned botanist and geneticist, and it's still just Rosalie and her sisters left out of her whole family.

Stephen (aka Jupiter- we're going with the Roman deity/planet theme here!) was the test subject the SEP used to see just how super-strong a human could get. Thankfully, he was one of the few test subjects of that era to survive. I haven't worked out his other abilities, but he's almost as strong as Reinhardt, just in a smaller build. (Smaller compared to Rein, he's almost Doomfist's height!) He met Dione, his wife, before he joined up with the SEP- they already had their first daughter Sarah when the omnic crisis broke out. The testing was supposed to have made him sterile, but thst was proven wrong- not once, but twice!

He died under mysterious circumstances (he was killed by the person who blew up Overwatch HQ, all for getting too close to the truth) a few days before the destruction of OVW HQ. After both of these tragic events, Dione moved her kids from Philadelphia to her grandfather's home in Italy, near Rome. It is there that Rosalie got the idea for Venus/Aphrodite as a heroic visage, following in her father's footsteps. It was thst day when she was out with Mallory that they returned home only to find their mother and grandfather dead, and their eldest sister Sarah missing. From clues and eventual admission, she learned it was all done by Talon. This is when her true vigilante life began and she learned to use her power for good.

She's a little older in this iteration, only a few years younger than Cassidy and Mercy, and therefore grew up around heroes the way Pharah did- and the two of them were exceptionally close! And of COURSE, you won't have Rosalie Noble without McNoble Nobledy!!!

(This v is just a redraw of an old art smh sorry)

[sshbpodcast]

Tales from the Holodeck: VOY Fanfic: Jake’s Teleplay

It's that time again. It's A Star to Steer Her By's 7th anniversary, and [not so] coincidentally Star Trek's 57th! Slightly more coincidentally, we also just wrapped our watch-through of Star Trek: Voyager! Not only can you check out our favorite and least favorite episodes, but you can also peruse our latest celebratory fanfic!

Scroll on below to read the latest installments from our annual "Tales from the Holodeck" writing challenge, and follow along with our cold reads on this week's podcast episode (this one's at 03:33). We present to you Jake's tender and haunting tale of holograms and heart. It's the slash we didn't know we needed.

[images © Paramount/CBS]

"Hollow Gestures"

By Jake

Random picks: Reginald Barclay, Lewis Zimmerman

SCENE 1 - INT. LEWIS ZIMMERMAN'S LAB, JUPITER STATION

Fade up to reveal the laboratory of LEWIS ZIMMERMAN aboard Jupiter Station. The camera pans around the disordered lab. Stacks of PADDs littered about, half-eaten trays of food. A menagerie of holographic creatures find perches amongst the clutter. The camera stops on the visage of a middle-aged, balding man, the EMH. The EMH stands still, expressionless; lifeless.

ZIMMERMAN (O.S.): Computer, initialize EMH.

The computer chirps in acknowledgement. Suddenly, the EMH comes to life.

EMH: Please state the nature of the medical emergency.

ZIMMERMAN, nearly identical in appearance to the EMH except for a hint of stubble, walks into frame, assessing the EMH.

ZIMMERMAN: I have acute stabbing pains in my chest, shortness of breath, and my left arm is numb and tingling.

The EMH, seemingly unfazed by the otherwise alarming symptoms, calmly picks up a tricorder off of a nearby table and begins scanning ZIMMERMAN.

EMH: There doesn't appear to be anything wrong with you. Please take an anti-inflammatory and return in four hours if your symptoms persist.

ZIMMERMAN: Doctor, I really think something is wrong, and I have a strong sense of impending dread.

EMH: (flatly) You could be experiencing a mild panic attack. I recommend taking slow, deep breaths until the feeling subsides.

ZIMMERMAN: (annoyed) Don't you understand?! I'm dying. I'm GOING. TO. DIE. Right now. Do something!

The EMH again glances at the tricorder. Looks up.

EMH: Your scans are inconsistent with a prognosis of imminent death. If these symptoms persist I can prescribe a light sedative.

ZIMMERMAN: (exasperated) Computer, deactivate EMH.

The EMH fades out. Zimmerman falls into a chair and slumps. He picks up a nearby PADD, glances at it, and chucks it across the lab, frightening a cat.

ZIMMERMAN: I'm sorry, Felix.

The cat runs over and hops up onto ZIMMERMAN's lap.

FELIX: Don't mention it, Doc. You'll get there.

ZIMMERMAN pats FELIX, who begins to purr. The comm unit on ZIMMERMAN's desk chimes. He taps it aggressively.

ZIMMERMAN: What is it?!

HALEY (O.S.): Your two o'clock is here. Do you need a moment?

ZIMMERMAN: Already?!

ZIMMERMAN brushes some crumbs off of his uniform and halfheartedly pats down his hair.

ZIMMERMAN: (sighs) Send him in.

A moment later, BARCLAY slinks in carrying a PADD. He glances around the lab in a mixture of awe and fear, as if he's about to meet the great and powerful Oz.

ZIMMERMAN: I apologize for the state of the lab.

BARCLAY: Oh, it's q-quite alright, uh, Sir.

ZIMMERMAN: …And you are?

BARCLAY: (suddenly unsure) Uh, Reginald. Lieutenant Reginald B-Barclay, sir. I was supervising the EMH integration on the Intrepid?

ZIMMERMAN: Ok, Lieutenant. And what can I do for you?

BARCLAY: I'm, uh, I'm here to deliver the field reports from the shakedown?

ZIMMERMAN: Something wrong with subspace?

BARCLAY: Sir?

ZIMMERMAN: I asked why you were here.

BARCLAY: Oh, right. Um. I was in the neighborhood.

ZIMMERMAN: Of Jupiter… right.

ZIMMERMAN holds out his hand. BARCLAY looks confused, but after a second it clicks. He hands ZIMMERMAN the PADD. ZIMMERMAN begins reading it.

BARCLAY: The integration was a complete success. You'll see the treatment outcomes and diagnostic accuracy are in the ni- ninety-eighth percentile compared to organic doctors… (beat) I'm a g-great admirer of your work, Doctor. I read your paper on multiplex matrix pipelining. It's revolutionary. And the EMH is an-

ZIMMERMAN holds up his hand to silence BARCLAY. It works.

ZIMMERMAN: Who wrote this?!

BARCLAY: I- I did, sir.

ZIMMERMAN: And these field reports, they came from actual EMH patients?

BARCLAY: Yes, of course. I mean: yes.

ZIMMERMAN: (quoting) Insipid demeanor? Klingonesque bedside manner?! Emergency medical hothead?!! And you call this complete success?

BARCLAY: Those are just a f-few of the more… uh.. colorful? responses. The vast majority were far more… di- diplomatic?

ZIMMERMAN: More diplomatic!? This is an utter failure!

ZIMMERMAN slams the PADD onto his desk. He taps the comm unit.

ZIMMERMAN: Haley, when is the next EMH integration scheduled?

HALEY (O.S.): The Voyager EMH is scheduled to be integrated at Utopia Planitia in six weeks.

ZIMMERMAN wipes his face with both hands, thinks.

ZIMMERMAN: Contact Starfleet. Inform them that EMH will be delayed. Indefinitely… Pending complete overhaul. And advise them to deactivate the Intrepid's EMH until further notice.

HALEY (O.S.): Doctor? Are you sure you want me…

ZIMMERMAN: That is what you're here for, isn't it?

ZIMMERMAN again taps the comm unit, deactivating it. He cups his hands over his face. BARCLAY stands motionless, unsure if he should say anything. After a moment, ZIMMERMAN looks up.

ZIMMERMAN: Is there something else?

BARCLAY: I was just saying that I'm a great admirer of your work, and the EMH is a truly monumental achievement.

ZIMMERMAN again picks up the PADD.

ZIMMERMAN: Clearly…

He tosses the PADD into a nearby pile.

BARCLAY: (reassuringly) It really is. The sheer density of the matrix is beyond anything that's been done before.

ZIMMERMAN: That's the problem. It's too dense. I had to cut out all "non-essential" subroutines just to fit in the medical library. I asked it to tell me a joke and it diagnosed me with tuberculosis! It has no personality! No creativity! No humanity!!

BARCLAY considers whether he should say something… does.

BARCLAY: Sir. I've been thinking a lot about the field reports. And I want to help. And I think… maybe I can?

ZIMMERMAN: You. You can help me?

BARCLAY: Yes. I have quite a bit of experience with holo-programming, myself. When I was given this assignment I assumed I would be assisting-

ZIMMERMAN: I neither need, nor want, an assistant. Never have.

BARCLAY: (dejected) Right. Of. Of course not.

ZIMMERMAN: Thank you for delivering the good news. That'll be all.

ZIMMERMAN curtly gestures toward the door while turning his attention back to his console. BARCLAY, nearly in tears, exits.

FADE OUT.

SCENE 2 - INT. LEWIS ZIMMERMAN'S LAB, JUPITER STATION

ZIMMERMAN sits at his desk tapping on a computer console with one hand while studying a PADD with another. He appears disheveled; his hair is unkempt, his stubble has blossomed into the beginnings of a beard. He hasn't left the lab in days. HALEY enters carrying a tray of food. She brushes aside some clutter and places the tray down.

HALEY: Are you still reading that thing?

ZIMMERMAN reads aloud from the PADD.

ZIMMERMAN: "During a simulated trauma exercise, the EMH attempted to console a double-amputee by informing her that halitosis is curable condition and recommended a sonic periodontal de-scaler." (sighs) I created a sociopath!

HALEY: …This isn't healthy.

ZIMMERMAN: Oh, are you a doctor now, too?

HALEY: (ignoring him) He called again this morning. Asked for another meeting.

ZIMMERMAN: Can't the man take a hint? What'd you tell him?

HALEY: I told him four o'clock today.

ZIMMERMAN: (aghast) You what?!

HALEY: And you should change that shirt before he gets here.

FADE OUT.

SCENE 3 - INT LEWIS ZIMMERMAN'S LAB, JUPITER STATION

Later that day. The lab is a bit tidier. Zimmerman is wearing a clean shirt, and has shaved. BARCLAY enters, carrying another PADD.

BARCLAY: Th- Thank you for seeing me again, Doctor.

ZIMMERMAN: I'm quite busy, Barclay.

BARCLAY: I just wanted to give you this.

BARCLAY hands ZIMMERMAN the PADD.

ZIMMERMAN: (sarcastically) What's this, another round of fan mail?

BARCLAY: It's a p-paper I wrote that I think may be able to help you with the EMH.

ZIMMERMAN looks at the PADD, reading the title.

ZIMMERMAN: You can't be serious.

BARCLAY: I- I am.

ZIMMERMAN: How is this, in any way, supposed to help with the EMH?

BARCLAY: If you read on, you'll see that the adaptive personality algorithms-

ZIMMERMAN: Will create a psychopath!

BARCLAY: No! I mean-

ZIMMERMAN: Listen, I've read all about this. I don't think there's any holo-engineer in the quadrant who hasn't. You're talking about using subroutines from a dangerous, rogue program. No. Absolutely not! This thing tried to commandeer a starship… twice! What possible use could this be for a medical program?

BARCLAY: (assertively) Moriarty only did those things because of the way he was written! He was based on a character from an old-earth mystery story-

ZIMMERMAN: I know what Sherlock Holmes is.

BARCLAY: (embarrassed) Of course. (earnestly) Moriarty was the villain of the story. It was a core component of his personality subroutines. That's why he went rogue. But the adaptive subroutines can be isolated and generalized to any holo-matrix, including the EMH! If you'd just read my paper, I-

ZIMMERMAN: (resigned) I have read it, Lieutenant.

BARCLAY: (surprised) Y- You have?

ZIMMERMAN: Yes. It's… brilliant. It's why I requested you be transferred to Jupiter Station.

BARCLAY: (dumbstruck) You… Re- Requested, me?

ZIMMERMAN: Last week I told you that I never needed an assistant. That's not entirely true. Early in the development of the EMH I had an assistant. Well, a partner, really. A lot of my early successes; the animals, the EMH prototypes… even Haley, were as much his work as mine. He had a mastery with personality subroutines that I just could never match.

BARCLAY: What happened to him?

ZIMMERMAN: He decided that working for Starfleet was squandering his talents so he left. Now he's off making piles of latinum writing holo-novels for overgrown man-children. And I just carried on without him. I named the cat after him. (beat.) When I read your Moriarty paper, it was the first time in a long time that I felt like I'd found… an equal.

BARCLAY is speechless.

ZIMMERMAN: Listen… I would never admit this to anybody, but sometimes I feel like… like a fraud.

BARCLAY: No! Of course not!

ZIMMERMAN: It's just that my entire career I've been regarded as this virtuoso. The EMH is supposed to be my magnum opus. I've spent years compiling the database. Building thousands of subroutines. And this is what I created?! This failure? This joke?

BARCLAY struggles to think of some way to respond.

BARCLAY: If you'd b- be willing… It'd be my privilege to stay and do whatever I can to help.

ZIMMERMAN looks up, assesses BARCLAY.

ZIMMERMAN: Very well…

FADE OUT.

SCENE 4 - INT. LEWIS ZIMMERMAN'S LAB, JUPITER STATION

Several weeks have passed. BARCLAY and ZIMMERMAN are working together, sitting at the main lab console. Both men appear completely changed; upbeat and productive. Functioning like a well-oiled machine. The lab has been completely cleared of clutter.

BARCLAY: (considering) Do you think it's too much?

ZIMMERMAN: Hmm…

ZIMMERMAN taps the comm unit.

ZIMMERMAN: Haley, could you come in for a moment?

HALEY appears in the door.

ZIMMERMAN: Haley, what would you think of a singing doctor?

HALEY: (considering) Well… I'm not sure.

BARCLAY: How about dancing?

HALEY: Singing, maybe. Not dancing.

BARCLAY: That's what I was thinking, too.

ZIMMERMAN: Thank you, dear.

HALEY: (rolls her eyes) Any time.

HALEY exits. BARCLAY and ZIMMERMAN continue their work. As they do, BARCLAY enters some commands into his console.

BARCLAY: Computer, activate EMH.

The EMH appears.

EMH: Please state the nature of the medical emergency.

BARCLAY: There's no emergency. Could you sing us a song.

EMH: I'm a doctor, not a jukebox!

ZIMMERMAN: Humor us…

The EMH looks mildly annoyed, but obliges.

EMH: (singing) Oh my darlin' Oh my darlin' Oh my darlin', Clementine You are lost and gone forever Dreadful sorrow, Clementine

ZIMMERMAN: What song is that?

EMH: (overlapping) In a cavern, in a canyon Excavating for a mine Dwelt a miner-

BARCLAY: That? oh… it's an old Earth song. Don't remember where I heard it.

BARCLAY: Computer, deactivate EMH.

The EMH looks briefly shocked and offended before vanishing.

ZIMMERMAN: A little grim, don't you think?

BARCLAY: I don't know. I've always found it… hauntingly beautiful.

ZIMMERMAN smiles at this, as if his heart grew a size or two.

ZIMMERMAN: You're just full of surprises, Mr. Barclay.

BARCLAY blushes. FELIX hops up on the desk and knocks over a glass of water in front of BARCLAY

BARCLAY: Felix! be careful!

FELIX: Sorry, Reg.

BARCLAY sops up the spilled water with a nearby napkin and scritches FELIX behind the ear.

ZIMMERMAN: These new adaptive subroutines are working wonderfully. We've reduced the matrix size by nearly forty percent! You know, we may actually make the deadline for the Voyager EMH, after all. (beat) I was thinking, Reg, although it's only designed for emergency use, I could see a next-generation EMH being capable of long-term operation.

BARCLAY: I hadn't thought of that, but you're right. With a few minor adjustments, I could see an EMH being able to remain active indefinitely.

ZIMMERMAN: (after a beat) How would you feel about dinner? There's a half-decent Vulcan bistro on the amenities level.

BARCLAY: D- Dinner?

ZIMMERMAN: (covering) To celebrate our breakthrough!

BARCLAY: Oh, right. Yeah, of course. I don't think I've ever had Vulcan food.

FADE OUT.

SCENE 5 - INT. LEWIS ZIMMERMAN'S LAB, JUPITER STATION

The following day. ZIMMERMAN jaunts into the lab, humming "Clementine". Haley is milling about, watering the plants.

HALEY: Good morning, Doctor.

ZIMMERMAN: (uncharacteristically chipper) Morning, dear.

HALEY: (coyly) How was your dinner with Lieutenant Barclay last night?

ZIMMERMAN eyes HALEY suspiciously.

ZIMMERMAN: It was fine. Why do you ask?

HALEY: Come now, Lewis. I've seen the way you look at him…

ZIMMERMAN: (defensively) You see too much! Perhaps I should turn you into a Tiberian bat!

HALEY: I know you don't mean that. I'll just mind my own business.

ZIMMERMAN: Good. (beat) Reg and I have a professional, working relationship.

HALEY shrugs and smiles to herself; she returns to watering the plants. ZIMMERMAN sits at his desk and begins poking at his computer console. After a moment, HALEY goes to leave. As she does, BARCLAY enters.

HALEY: Good morning… (with emphasis on:) Reg.

BARCLAY: Hi, H- Haley.

BARCLAY settles in at the desk opposite ZIMMERMAN. He has an apprehensiveness to him.

ZIMMERMAN: I'm sorry, again, about last night. I had no idea the Redspice Curry would be so spicy.

BARCLAY: Don't m- mention it. It was fine.

ZIMMERMAN: I had a thought about the LMH last night. When we make our proposal to Starfleet Medical I want you to lead the presentation, then I'll come in with the technical details to really drive it home. The old one-two punch!

BARCLAY: That's-

BARCLAY stops mid-sentence and shifts in discomfort.

ZIMMERMAN: …Is something wrong, Reg?

BARCLAY: It's… It's nothing, really.

BARCLAY stands and paces nervously.

BARCLAY: Actually, it isn't.

ZIMMERMAN: (concerned) Go on.

BARCLAY: When I woke up this morning there was a subspace message. (the most pregnant of pauses) I've been reassigned.

ZIMMERMAN is shaken by this.

ZIMMERMAN: Reassigned? That's ridiculous! Where to?

BARCLAY: They want me back on the Enterprise. Well… I guess it's not back, technically… it's the new Enterprise. They want me for the outfitting and sh- shakedown.

ZIMMERMAN: But you can't leave now! We're just getting started!

BARCLAY: I knew this was coming. This assignment was always temporary while the Enterprise was being built.

ZIMMERMAN taps the comm unit.

ZIMMERMAN: Haley, get me someone at Starfleet command.

HALEY (O.S.): Starfleet command? Like… an admiral?

BARCLAY: (interjecting) No, H- Haley. Don't do that.

BARCLAY taps ZIMMERMAN's comm unit. ZIMMERMAN looks at BARCLAY confused.

ZIMMERMAN: (hurt) You… want to leave?

BARCLAY: I- I don't- really. But- (beat) The crew of the Enterprise is like family. They've saved me more times than I can count. I have to do this.

ZIMMERMAN, crestfallen, slumps back into his chair.

ZIMMERMAN: But what about us? I mean, what about our work?

BARCLAY: I'm sure you can finish without me. You said yourself that the EMH is nearly ready.

ZIMMERMAN: What about the LMH? That's as much your idea as it mine. I thought we'd be building it together!

BARCLAY: We can continue to collaborate over subspace. And I w- will come back and visit as soon as I can.

ZIMMERMAN stares off, dejected.

ZIMMERMAN: When do you leave?

BARCLAY: I've been ordered to report to Utopia Planetia by nineteen-hundred hours.

ZIMMERMAN: Today?! (curtly) Well… you'd better go pack.

ZIMMERMAN stands and extends his hand. After a beat, BARCLAY shakes it.

BARCLAY: I just want to say that I ap- preciate the opportunity you gave me. It's been an honor w- working with you, Doctor.

ZIMMERMAN grunts and nods. He sits and turns his attention to his computer console and begins punching out commands.

BARCLAY slowly turns and exits. After a beat, ZIMMERMAN angrily sweeps his hand across his desk, scattering its contents to the floor. HALEY appears in the doorway.

FADE OUT.

SCENE 6 - INT. LEWIS ZIMMERMAN'S LAB, JUPITER STATION

Later that same day. ZIMMERMAN stands in his lab, looking contented.

ZIMMERMAN: I'm really glad you changed your mind.

Pan to BARCLAY, standing opposite ZIMMERMAN.

BARCLAY: I just couldn't leave with unfinished work. When I explained the situation to Captain Picard, he was more than understanding.

ZIMMERMAN: He couldn't have been happy to lose you.

BARCLAY smiles at this.

BARCLAY: I'm sure they'll manage. (beat) …About something you said earlier…

ZIMMERMAN: Hmm?

BARCLAY: About us.

ZIMMERMAN: Oh.

BARCLAY: No… it's just. I don't- (composing his thoughts) I've never felt comfortable with people. I've always been a bit of an outcast in a way; struggling to find where I fit in. Even on the Enterprise it took me a long time to earn the respect of my peers. But even then, I never felt like they truly understood me. And these past few weeks- (trailing off)

ZIMMERMAN: (tenderly) We're a lot alike, Reg. Before I met you, my only friends were my own creations.

BARCLAY: The way I've felt since I arrived here and met you. Well. I finally feel like I've found where I belong. (beat) The truth is… I didn't just stay here for the work… Lewis.

BARCLAY reaches out and takes ZIMMERMAN'S hand. The men's eyes meet. BARCLAY takes a small step toward ZIMMERMAN and leans forward. ZIMMERMAN nervously leans in. Their lips are inches apart when-

The comm unit beeps and ZIMMERMAN pulls away. The moment is gone. ZIMMERMAN angrily smashes the comm unit.

ZIMMERMAN: What is it?!

HALEY (O.S.): I just wanted to let you know that the shuttle to Mars is leaving in fifteen minutes.

ZIMMERMAN: And??

HALEY (O.S.): I just wasn't sure if you wanted to-

ZIMMERMAN: I'm quite busy right now, and I don't wish to be disturbed!

ZIMMERMAN hits the comm unit. He paces, frustrated. He turns back to BARCLAY who looks at ZIMMERMAN sheepishly.

BARCLAY: Lewis-

ZIMMERMAN: (brusquely) Computer, deactivate Barclay hologram.

BARCLAY vanishes. After a moment:

ZIMMERMAN: Computer. (beat.) Delete Barclay hologram.

The computer chirps in acknowledgement. ZIMMERMAN collapses into his chair in despair. He glances around the empty lab. FELIX meows and brushes against ZIMMERMAN's leg. ZIMMERMAN pats the cat.

THE END

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[svndrenched]

her spine is made of pipe cleaners

[bitdemonic]

Hi hun! Love your content and the dark, sexy vibes of your blog. Could I have the ms. monroe and a red head slut specials?

AK ~ Taurus 🌞, Scorpio 🌙, Cancer ⬆️

thank you for the time and patience mama💗 here you gooo

𝐧𝐨. 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 — 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞?

🃏 five of cups. the devil rx. king (rx) and queen of cups.

in correspondence with the bottom half, you’re adaptable to wants and needs. the allocation of freedom is apart of your sexual pleasure, very planet uranus. with that, i believe it’s your attention span that’s the hook-line and sinker. to be honest, it’s all about the emotional setting—funnily enough, i wanted to insert ‘cancer moon vibes’ but remembered that you’re a cancer rising lol. so with that, it’s confirmed that intuition and sentimental response go hand in hand.

there’s a state of vulnerability here, in all of these cards the masculine is succumbing to the feminine. at her knees, buried between her breasts, etc. and sidenote, as a cancer big three myself, i’m aware that our melons be melon-ing lmaooo—basically, it’s suggested that your figure is a prominent feature as well. that’s the third time the shape of your body has been pointed out, there’s something about it that is prominent and a turn on. inner jupiter placements?

“withholding yourself.” i’m hearing celibacy? if not, i think you’re capable of rejecting or disregarding sexual matters and that in itself is attractive. if that doesn’t resonate, something specific about your sexual mindset is significant. if anything, i feel like you’re about temptation’s restraint. the king of cups in reverse, making those who’re used to holding the reins hand them over to you. forcing them to wait, leaving anticipation to swallow up the remnants of their sanity. ngl, this is v sexy lmao. it’s giving temptress, or the siren of perseverance.

𝐧𝐨. 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 — 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧���𝐬?

🃏 ace of swords rx. the chariot rx. seven of swords. the tower rx.

with the four of wands showing her face, i heard the word “fertile.” this is going to sound crass, but the first thing i thought of is being able to catch a load and reproduce—all due respect ofc. it is seen as a sexual talent though, the attainability of getting pregnant. if they’re unwanted, i def recommend protection bc children are for sure on your bucket list lmao. if pregnancy isn’t achievable (💞), i considered this to also mean enjoying the act of swallowing or having a creampie fetish—a celebration of life.

the seven of swords tripped me up at first, but then spirit sent in extra clarification—5ow rx, 8ow, the fool card—and i channeled the message instantly. you’re capable of stealing someone’s partner. point blank, whether that be from using mind, body, or both. “charmer.” i have an inkling that you’re capable of telepathy, that it’s easy to read inbetween the blurred lines. it’s easy to pinpoint their interests, the traits of their secret desires. able to become “the one”, a specific persona that’ll leave them head over heels. wooed right out their relationships. not necessarily sexual, but that’s why it is.

to be honest, the surrounding aura reminds me of a libra’s stereotypical behavior. “people pleaser,” but not in the sense of putting their needs above your own, more-so you’re adamant on giving them a good time. emotional needs are met, the moon’s influence is here. “warped.” with the ghost card, you’re practically a silhouette in the bedroom. luring them in with the outline of seduction, artemis in aphrodite’s slip. the goddess of hunt, leading lovers into the trap of their own visage. being sexual isn’t even the talent, becoming a mirage is.

end.❤️‍🔥

@lolita-bonita

[urdamage]

✧ you only had to know jupiter bernstein for five minutes to discover that he was a massive believer in fate , and in the stars working to guide you to the exactly place you needed to be . he didn’t quite believe that everything happened for a reason , but his strange sort of self made spirituality had him believing that there was always something that was happening for a very specific reason . 

the killers’ attacks should never have happened , none of them , not the very first one that started with claudia and otis losing their lives , not the one that jupiter and noah had to endure together , and not the latest one that had taken place on halloween night . despite this , jupiter liked to believe that he had endured such horrors alongside of noah because they needed their connection to help each other through the aftermath . 

noah’s friendship had come into jupiter’s life for a very specific reason , jupiter would never not take that as absolute fact . jupiter had always been fond of noah , enjoying their interactions at snapshot , appreciating the clever mind that noah had that jupiter could freely question and learn from . noah was one of the last people who jupiter wanted to have to endure trauma at the hands of the vicious shrike killers , but if there was going to be anyone who jupiter had to heal with , it was noah . 

there was comfort in his presence , comfort that jupiter was so glad to have back . even though noah had left shrike , even though he had stayed away from the tortured town for some time and even though jupiter had been content with the idea of noah getting away safely , jupiter strangely found comfort in knowing that he hadn’t been attacked alone . he thought he was content with that comfort , but having noah around once more , being able to wrap his arms around his frame and squeeze him tight , now that was true comfort . 

✧ jupiter bernstein moodboard 06/?? ✧ featuring noah cohen ( @noahcohen ).  ✧ freddie’s twelve days of moodboards 03/12

[caelcstis]

more smut sentences. // @r3dblccd ❛ i'll take good care of you, i promise. ❜ (from Minsung to Jupiter huehuehue)

' you're being pretty bold now. '

as confident as jupiter wanted to come off as, his laughter was still shaky. it wasn't that he didn't believe minsung, and it wasn't that he didn't trust him; but he'd been burned enough in past relationships. it put them off too many times that he gave up often with sex. if it was going to be anything, it was more often times a quick one night stand anymore. maybe he'd been more nervous than he'd like to admit. even as his throat bobbed as he swallowed down the saliva and nausea trying to pry its way up his esophagus, he tried to feign some sort of confidence or cockiness to himself.

cool fingers brushed underneath the waistband of minsung's jeans and he lightly tugged him closer. he peered over the rims of his glasses, taking in his flushed visage. they were both excited, and maybe minsung was just as nervous as jupiter was. so far to the point his ears were ringing as well, and maybe it felt like his heart was going to burst out from his chest.

' you can tell me if you want to stop. . . ' he reassured, ' at any time. '

because there wasn't a point in this if both parties weren't interested anymore. even if it had jupiter's heart falling right out of his ass if he heard that minsung was put off on not having his surgeries, or if he "didn't match".

smiling crookedly, jupiter tipped his chin up enough to press a damp kiss to soft lips. ' i want to spoil you a little though, okay? ' he managed a small pout and batted his thick lashes behind his glasses. as he tried to con minsung into his little act, his hand roamed deeper underneath the confining fabrics of his jeans and between his legs.

' you're always treating me, it's only fair . . . '

[imashoe69420]

Those Eyes: Rise! Leo X OC

Chapter 8

Warning ⚠️:

Strong language

Recap:

Thank god. For once, nothing calls for me to go outside. The Lieutenant will finally leave me alone for the time being and I won’t have to check my phone every thirty (30) minutes.

Shit’s about to get peaceful.

• • •

9:30PM finally hits and I hear the familiar knock on my window. I hop up and walk over to the window as Leo smiles at me.

“Aw, waiting for me?” He teases through the glass as I unlock the window.

“Cut it out before I leave you out there.”

“You wouldn’t.” He smirks. “You love me.”

“Pshh,” I cover up my flustered visage, slowly lifting the window up, “shut up and get in here.”

Leo chuckles as he enters my home. “Did you find a movie to put on?”

“Nah, I was hoping you would. Just turn on the TV and look for something. I’ll make popcorn.” I step into the kitchen and unwrap a bag of popcorn—or do I need two (2)? How much does he even eat? And his hands are huge. He’s gonna eat it all before I have the chance!—and shove it into the microwave.

“Lala, your TV is broken.” Leo calls. “It’s, like, on a black screen.”

I glance at the TV. “Just press ‘menu’ and pick which one you want.”

After a few seconds, he calls again (which I don’t know why he’s doing because the living room and kitchen are connected), “It’s saying weird things like ‘Hula’.”

“‘Hula’? Do you mean Hulu? Leo, do you not know what a streaming service is?”

“A streaming what?”

I sigh as I stalk over to him and take the remote from his hand. “Hulu is a streaming service. So are Netflix and HBO Max and shit like that. You can watch shows and movies on them.”

The turtle gazes up at me, not a single thought past his eyes.

“You don’t watch TV, Leo?” I tilt my head in curiosity.

He shrugs. “My dad’s mostly the one using it.”

“Oh, you poor thing.” I say with a sarcastic baby voice. “Let’s get you accustomed. Look, you see that purple picture with ‘HBO’ on it? Press the arrow going right until the purple picture gets bigger and then—wait, no, Leo, that’s the settings. I said right.”

“Shh!” He shushes me. “I totally got this.”

“No, dude, that’s not HBO Max. Go back.”

The turtle puts a finger to his lips. “Shhh!”

“Do not shush me, Leo.” I flick the back of his head.

He shoots me a look. “Then stop talking then. You’re breaking my concentration… god, why is your TV so futuristic? Why don’t we get a VHS or DVD?”

This kid did not just ask me that.

“Ugh, just let me do it.” I reach for the remote.

Leo moves the device from my reach. “No, hold on, I got it.”

“You really don’t, Leo. Give it now.” I demand, but he just brings it further out of my reach. “Leo, you’re being annoying. Just give me the remote. You don’t know what you’re doing.”

“Lala, I promise you I got it. Just relaaax.” He attempts to assure me.

“No, Leo. You’ll somehow wipe my whole TV and I don’t feel like dealing with that—you’re just pressing random buttons! Give it! NOW!”

I grip onto his arm containing the remote, but he’s too strong. “Leo, if you fuck up my TV, I’m gonna be pissed!”

“Aaaaaand got it. You’re welcome.”

I look at the screen and am surprised to see the HBO MAX logo on it. The turtle drops the remote into my hand, a wide sly smile etched on his face.

“And you had no faith in me. I’m hurt.”

He really knows how to get under my skin, huh? Does he enjoy getting on my nerves like this or does he not realize he’s being an asshole?

I roll my eyes at him. “Why would I? You were pressing every—you know what? Just pick a movie, please.”

After finishing the popcorn, I take a seat next to Leo who’s still looking at movies to watch. I should’ve never given him that damn remote.

“None of this is Jupiter Jim.” He breaks the comfortable silence. “Or Lou Jitsu. Streamer service is garbage.”

I sigh and hold out my hand. “Give it back to me.”

Leo turns his head towards me. “‘Please?’”

“Leo.”

“Alright, alright, fine.” He finally hands me the remote. “Yeesh.”

I decide on Corpse Bride since he seems interested in older movies. Surprisingly, he doesn’t talk much during it. He actually seems interested in the animation.

My eyelids begin to grow heavy as I sink into the couch.

“Hey, don’t sleep. It’s not over yet.” I turn my head to see Leo staring at me.

“I’m not, I promise.” I reassure him. “I’ve watched this movie like five (5) times already. And so has like, everybody else on the planet.”

“Then I’ll watch it five (5) times to catch up.” The turtle says confidently.

I groan at his statement and start to close my eyes. It only felt like they were only closed for a minute, but the next time I open my eyes, the credits are rolling. I glance to my right shoulder to see a three-fingered hand caressing my shoulder. I look up at him and his eyes are still glued onto the screen. My heart skips a beat when he drags his hand from my shoulder to my forearm.

“I’m gonna go to bed, Leo. You should go home.” I gently move his hand from my shoulder and stand to my feet.

“Aw, come on, one more? It’s only 11.” He begs as he checks his phone.

“Yeah, but I have to start going to sleep earlier like I was saying yesterday—” he gazes up at me with big eyes and his hands clasped together like he’s praying. “Aw, come on, Leo. Don’t do this to me.” He whimpers a bit which finally makes me relent. “Okay, okay, one more. But I can’t promise that I’ll stay awake.”

“No, you have to promise you’ll say awake. It’s not fun when you’re asleep.”

God, why is he so persistent?

I sigh deeply before sinking back into the couch. “Okay, I’ll try.”

“Promise.”

“I… promise. Now pick something.” I have little to no intention of staying awake, but I’m interested in what Leo will pick.

A few minutes pass before he groans. “No, seriously, do streamer services not have any Jupiter Jim movies?”

“I don’t think so. Those shows are old and weren’t really popular.” I shrug my shoulders. The apartment complex I live in is old, so they still have VHS tapes and old DVDs for rent. Jupiter Jim and Lou Jitsu were amongst them and I’d watched a few. All I’ll say is I’ve seen better.

Leo scoffs. “Not popular? Jupiter Jim is one of the best space heroes in modern television. It’s okay to admit you’re uncultured.”

“Psh, I’m ‘uncultured’ but you don’t even know what a streaming service is? Barely.”

“I do know what it is.” He sits back with a pleased smirk on his face. “Now.”

“Look, I’d love to keep snarking with you, but I’m tired and you’ve been begging me to watch another movie. So if you wanna do that, I suggest you pick one.”

The turtle turns his attention back to the dark screen and eventually picks one (1) of the five (5) total movies i absolutely hate: Napoleon Dynamite. It’s not like I take the movie seriously or anything. I just hate complete nonsense and slapstick humor. He only picked the movie because of his nerdy ass glasses, he had told me. I concur.

Throughout the movie, he genuinely laughs at some parts and says several “I’m gonna use that”s. He also places his hand back onto my shoulder, which keeps me awake for the entirety. Even though he’s been either an asshole or annoying for, like, 70% of the night, his touch quickly melts away my negative emotions. His hand isn’t warm like a human’s, but it’s also not cold like a turtle’s. It’s a comforting mix. No one’s ever held me his intimately, so I’m not sure whether to lean into his hand or his shoulder. I remain stiff—maybe too stiff as my neck started to cramp.

When the god-awful movie ends, Leo again begs for another one.

“Leo, not to be dramatic or anything, but I’d literally rather die.” My eyes can barely stay open at this point. “Stay, leave, doesn’t matter to me. I’m going in my room.”

He pouts for a bit but ends up joining me in my room. I get under the covers and rest my back against the headboard while Leo sits on the edge of the bed and we continue talking for a bit. I let my hood down and start braiding my hair into four (4) sections.

“So, like, how does your Ōdachi work? Like, how does it make portals and shit?” I ask him.

He thinks for a bit before he shrugs. “No idea. Has to do with mystic powers or somethin’.”

I sit up a bit straighter. The Lieutenant had brought up that word before he left. “Mystic powers?”

“Yeah, like, from The Hidden City. Yokai and mystic things go there.”

“Hmm…” I stare down at my sheets. “Were you looking for something mystical at the hotel?”

The turtle shrugs his shoulders again. “I wasn’t really listening to Donnie’s nerd rant before we left. But the explosion looked mystic. Alla sudden we started floating and the whole place was blue and Donnie said it was gonna blow.” His expression switches from cocky to curious. “How’d you even get outta there anyway?”

I’m not sure if I should tell him, but I suppose I could just leave out certain details. “I ran down the hall after you and The Foot started to go at it. I went into one of the rooms and there was this glow-y thing in the corner. I don’t really remember anything after that except coming back here.”

With a hum, Leo readjusts himself on the bed, propping his leg up. “I dunno. Mystic stuff is confusing but it can be cool.”

“I guess so.” I hug my knees against my chest. There’s nothing cool about whatever I have going on, though, I think.

Against my wishes, Leo ambles over to my cluttered bookshelf and goes rummaging through it. He picks a book with a familiar pink cover.

Oh, no.

“Leo, no.”

“Why? What is it?” He questions.

“Leo.”

“Leo!” He copies my inflection as he pushes the book back into its place. “That’s all you ever say. Try ‘Leonardo’ or ‘Neon Leon’ or—my favorite—‘handsome devil’.”

I throw the covers off of me and yank his leather sash, “Try—” I step behind his foot causing him to trip and land on his back, falling down with him, “—pinned.”

He chuckles before grasping the collar of my hoodie and flipping me over, his forearm against my throat. I grunt as I knee him in the torso, but his plastron reduces the blow into nothing.

“Ugh, asshole.” I glare at him.

“You started it.” He scans my face for a couple seconds. “Y’know, you have really pretty eyes.”

Before I can say anything back, his phone rings. The turtle releases me when he checks the caller ID and places the phone against his ear.

“Hey, I’m busy.” His tone grows annoyed. “With nun-yuh… why didn’t you just text me?” Leo grumbles as the voice on the other end scolds him. Something about being careless. “Just relax, it’s not a big deal. What’d you call me for?”

After a minute or two, Leo hangs up and looks at me with an irritated yet somber expression. “Hey, I have to go. Bros need help.”

“Aww, one more round? Please?” I mock his previous behavior.

He playfully rolls his eyes. “Real funny. But seriously. I’ll text you later.”

“Okay, okay.” I smile. “Good luck and be careful.”

Leo opens a portal, winking at me before falling backwards into it and disappearing.

Is he trying to kill me with his charm? Seriously, I wanna know.

“Y’know, you have really pretty eyes.”

I fall onto my bed face first, my heart pounding out my chest. Literally everything Leo does freaks me out, but in a good way. He makes my brain feel all scrambled like the contents will leak out of my ears if I think about him too much. Why does he make me feel like this?

My phone suddenly vibrates and I face it towards me.

The Hare (＾ｰ^): u don’t go to school on sat and sun, right?

Yah no lol

The Hare (＾ｰ^): we should hang out then

Aw u miss me already? (*´∀｀*) ur so clingy, Leo

The Hare (＾ｰ^): how can I resist?

He then sends a photo of himself with his chin resting on the webbing in between his index finger and thumb while winking. In the background are his brothers fighting some sort of hippo mutant, the orange clad one adorning a hippo costume.

I giggle at the strange predicament.

Lmfaooo who even is that hippo guy??

The Hare (＾ｰ^): some C Class villain, no biggie

Oh, so you’ll have no problems then?? U better get at it then and stop texting me lmfao

He doesn’t respond for a couple minutes.

The Hare (＾ｰ^): I jus got knocked across the room so imma have to go, I’ll text u in like 10 minutes ✌︎('ω'✌︎ )

LMFAOOO

[livincrans]

Jeudi soir. Une fois de plus, Marie nous avait concocté un dîner de roi pour fêter le retour de Vitaly, le compagnon de Zoé.

Coutumier du fait, Alex avait sélectionné un Pauillac et un Margaux proche de l'indécence. Une divine soirée en vérité. Pleine de rires, de joie, d'amitié...

Petit dormeur depuis l'école de recrue, je me levai à l'aube du vendredi. Je consultai mes emails, épluchai mes alertes immobilières avant de jeter un coup d'œil aux actualités.

Les urubus des chaînes d'information relayaient déjà en boucle l'inconcevable. Le déluge d'Al-Aqsa qu'ils martelaient sans cesse, ravis de détenir là une punch line de premier ordre dont ils allaient pouvoir se gargariser à outrance.

Les visages de tous mes amis défilèrent sous mes yeux. Certains dont les familles avaient été décimées dans les camps durant les heures les sombres de l'hydre teuton. Mon cœur se serra en pensant à Vi. Aux siens sur lesquels s'abattait le déluge des assassins. Une chanson de Cesaria Evoria me revint en mémoire... Petit pays, je t'aime beaucoup. Petit petit, je l'aime beaucoup.

Un spleen incommensurable baigna ma journée de samedi. Zoé me dit que Vi est resté terré dans sa chambre.

Dimanche. Il fait encore nuit quand je réveille. Soucieux, j'allume la TV... De par sa phonétique amusante, ce mot est facilement mémorisé par tous les enfants persanophones. Il divertit les bambins autant qu'il terrorise les adultes. Zel-zela. Derrière ce mot à la consonance débonnaire, relevant presque de l'onomatopée, se terre l'épouvante. Zel-Zela. Dimanche. Les actualités. Le sort s'était à nouveau acharné sur le pays de mes parents. Ce pays meurtri où il faisait si bon vivre jusque dans les années soixante. Zel-Zela, tremblement de terre. Un séisme qui, en quelques minutes, a envoyé ad patres plus de 2500 miséreux dans la région d'Hérat. De crève-la-faim éreintés par une guerre sans fin. De laissés-pour-compte opprimés par des fascistes religieux.

Entre les tragédies ukrainiennes et israéliennes, je le sais, le monde ne lèvera pas un doigt pour Aryana. Si ce n'est le majeur.

Comme pour rappeler que ces afghans -un genre de bougnoule venu d'Asie mineure- alimentent l'ignoble flot migratoire qui déferle "chez nous" pour grignoter notre confort.

Petit pays, je t'aime beaucoup. Petit petit, je l'aime beaucoup. Petit pays, tout le monde s'en fout.

Jeudi, terrorisme en Israël. Jeudi, le jour de Jupiter, le roi des dieux. Jupiter, le père des Cieux.

Dimanche, terreur en Afghanistan. Dimanche, jour du seigneur. Dimanche, jour du Saigneur.

[persephone-404]

Legende des âmes-soeur :

Au début les humains qui arpentaient la terre auraient etait pourvus de quatres jambes , quatres bras ,deux sexe et une tête a deux visages ,deux entités n'en formant qu'une seule. (Ce qui ressemblait à peut pres a cela)

Elles étaient tellement heureuse avec leur moitié et n'avait nullement besoin d'autres choses au monde , elle se satisfait d'elle-même. Elles en oubliaient même de prier les dieux ,de les honorés. Zeus(latin=jupiter)étant mécontant de cela décida de littéralement détruire le bonheurs de c'est êtres en les coupant en deux ,en les séparant. Ceci fût un crève-cœur pour c'est créatures, se voyant séparer de leur moitié. Créant ainsi un unique but dans la vie de c'est êtres, celui de retrouver leur moitié, celle qui les complètent, qui font d'elle un tout.Alors les hommes parcourent le monde à la recherche de leur double pour une osmose parfaite .

Voilà une autre légende qui j'espère vous auras plus ,personnellement je trouve cette légende magnifique et véridique car c'est vrai après tout on cherche tous la personne qui nous complète, qui nous comprend et qui fait de nous un tout.

Sutout n'hésiter pas à like et commenter si vous aimer sa me fairait plaisir et comme ça je saurais si sa vous plaît et n'hésitez pas a me dire si vous voulez que je face des légendes ou des épisodes de la mythologie en particulier.