#( gv. ) a storm is coming

[esssteee]

WIP Tag Game

Thank youuuuuuuu @goatsandgangsters for the tag!! Took me a while, but here goes!

I've hit a mean writer's block these past months that I hope will lift away some fateful day, but that does not mean several of these listed wips aren't marinating in my head day and night soooooo ONE DAY I'LL BE BACK!! but anyway, these are all GV fics (and i realise that i have NO folder for my wips so it's just a pure hazard opening my main doc folder each time, should def work on that)

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

the cabin au (where alina and aleksander must hole in during a fjerdan blizzard that interrupts the first book stag hunt and where aleksander is injured and alina is just done with the shit hand life continues to throw her way. lots of spite and hurt/comfort and mutual frustration in that one, which is a killer combo imo)

we are the wild youth chasing visions of our future (that epic AU darklina fic that i will one day finish!! i swear on my life!!!!)

the darkolai priest/demon modern AU that @darkolaism and i fantasise about (so hannigram-konstantin/medved mashup i guess)

PORTFOLIO M (darkolai modern AU photographer/muse)

the three body problem (darkolina follow-up of my of monsters and men series. yuuuuuup, i loved alina too much in that series to not include her more in this no longer only daydreamt epilogue)

as of now the unnamed jurisander second part where aleksander joins juris in his travel to sankt feliks' grave and where he ends up learning more about his own roots and history

And that's it! not a ton of fics, but still too many for my current much too low energy. I've realised I put way too much info related to each title, but fuck it. Anyway, one day, my man will come back from the war (my man = writing mojo, the war = fuckin life)

Tagging: @for-want-of-a-nail, @aloveforjaneausten, @storm-elf, @yletylyf, @iamstartraveller776, @aquitainequeen and anyone else who wanna play!

[stellarhistoria]

new tags for bosun/jasmyn

GvS VERSE: TIME TO SPEND TIME LIKE A NEW CREDIT CARD

tag: ♡.   bosun.v02 ( gvs.verse )     ⁄ ⁄   spend time like a new credit card .

description: Never forced to choose between reaching deityhood and protecting her beloved kit, The Goddess of Winter and Storms, Jasmyn, has amassed a bit of a following under herself. She is mother to only one specific boy, who calls her Momma, while the rest of the cosmos fear her very presence and power. Her strength spans far from the calm shores of Port Royal.

HUMAN? VERSE: NOTHING SAYS NORMAL LIKE THIS

tag: ♡.   bosun.v03 ( human.verse )     ⁄ ⁄   nothing says normal like this .

description: Jasmyn Killian, a renaissance festival customer & cast member and a weaponsmith by trade, finds herself among stranger and stranger people that she’s not entirely sure are all as human as herself. After all, she might dress as a kitsune but she hasn’t seen such realistic wings like that in a long time… but then again… maybe she’s overthinking it.

KAMI/DEITY VERSE: A NEW MILLENNIUM OF WINTER

tag: ♡.   bosun.v04 ( kami.verse )     ⁄ ⁄   the mother of rebellion .

description: Known to the world as a newly risen goddess of winter, storms and devotion, The Mother of Rebellion, otherwise known as Bosun, has found a strange comfort in receiving such prayer. After all, it meant that she would not be forgotten any time soon. Not when her creed is to never forget where you come from, and those who put their trust in you.

[leoswritingcorner]

SW October Prompts Day 6: Senator

ft cool sexy funky fresh senators lucky, patience and betty

R3TT’s mechanical growls alert Lucky to the presence at her door before there's a reluctant knock. R3TT lets out a short bark, quieting at Lucky’s hush. The GV/3 droid makes a whirl that sounds something akin to a huff, as it circles and lays down. 

Shaking her head, Lucky looks back to datapad, her eyes picking up where she has left off with her newly drafted bill. It only needed just a few more final touches before today’s meeting in the evening. R3TT growls again when another knock comes, this time, more persistent. “Yes?” Lucky calls, typing the necessary changes to the bill. 

“Senator Day,” Comes the voice of one of the senate guards. “The meeting…”

Lucky takes a quick glance at her clock, worrying for a moment she had let the time slip away from her. Relief fills her when she sees she still has two solid hours to go. “Isn’t for a while,” Lucky says, setting the datapad down, and rolling her shoulders. How long has she been working on this exactly? She looks at the several empty cups of caf and tea that are littered across her desk, and then at the blanket splayed over the couch in her office. 

That’s right, since yesterday, with three hours of sleep to balance it all.

“No, Senator,” The guard says impatiently. “It’s been moved up,”

Lucky’s fingers freeze mid-typing. Her green eyes shoot to the door. “I…the- the meeting…” she gets out, fumbling over her words. A stark contrast to her verbal fluidity in the Senate Rotunda. “It’s what?” She finally gets out, standing to her feet quickly.

“The meeting has been moved up, it’s in 15 minutes. Anyone who is tardy will have to present their bills next week”

Lucky is sure her blue skin has gone red. “What?” She gets out again, this time anger lining her voice rather than shock. “This is clearly harassment,” She snaps to herself, snatching up her items. None of her advisors were here yet. All believed the meeting would be later. If she didn’t present her bill, she wouldn’t get the chance till next week. She couldn’t afford that. Someone was pulling strings in the Senate. Again.

“Should I escort you?” The guard calls. Lucky doesn’t answer and makes a desperate search for her headpiece. She’s thankful she took a trip to the refresher and showered just hours before and got dressed. Yes, it always helped to be prepared. Especially with snakes in the Senate.

The charms of her headpiece chime as she dashes for the door, her dress swirling behind her. The guard looks at her as the door slides open, and the Pantoran senator all but storms out.

“I’ll be fine.” Lucky finally responds, shuffling her items around in her arms, making a mental inventory of everything. “Where are the Coruscant Guards?” She asks, heading down the corridor, glancing around, noticing the absence of the red armored troopers.

The senate guard snorts, following her at a distance. “Patrolling,” He says “don’t worry Senator Day, your Corrie clone will be happy to escort you back later,” 

Lucky ignores him, the mocking tone in his voice agitating her nerves more than they were already. She pushes her feet to walk faster toward the designated entrance to her repulsorpod. Her eyes drift back to the datapad in her hands, and for a brief moment, the confidence she had in her work abate. Lucky quickly pushes the doubt away with a shake of her head. Well…maybe she could make a slight change to article 3, section 5…

A startled gasp leaves Lucky as rounds the corner and nearly meets head-on with Senator Patience. Lucky fumbles in catching the paper notes she had tucked in her arm. Patience catches the falling items, and Lucky sighs. “Oh, Senator Patience, thank you.” She says, taking the papers back. “I’m guessing you got the news of our early meeting late as well?” She asks, smoothing out her dress.

Patience makes an unimpressed sound. “Corruption in the senate rears its ugly head once more,” She states with a roll of her eyes. “Obviously a last-ditch attempt on the Trade Federation’s part to keep this war waging for as long as it can,” She points out, pulling her own datapad into her hands.

 Despite her displeasure with how the day was turning, Lucky couldn’t help but smile at Patience’s words. She had always admired the Europa senator. Her speeches were always so moving and inspiring, always taking into consideration not just the Republic, but its people.

“Patience!” 

The young women turn to see Patience's advisor Betty making a brisk beeline for them, pointing to a chronometer on her wrist. “We only have five more minutes,” She warns quickly. “Senator Day,” She greets politely, before taking Patience by the arm and whisking her off down the hall. Her blonde head whips back as she calls back. “Love the dress. Knock them out, Lucky!”

Lucky takes a deep breath, entering through the doors to her repulsorpod. Oh, she intended to.

*

If at all possible, Lucky’s mood has gone from bad to worse. Her legs ached from the countless hours of standing and pacing, and her throat was raw from her speech, and though she was met with booming agreement from her fellow senators, her bill was ultimately placed on the back burner. 

The chancellor had made the suggestion to strengthen it and present it in the next senate meeting. She knew she could have made that change to article 3, section 5…

A ping from her datapad catches her attention. A chat from Patience waits for her on the screen

Patience: I thought you were wonderful. Your bill should have passed. They don’t see this war for what it is, only as a means to make money.

A rueful smile comes to Lucky as she types a hasty reply. 

Lucky: Thank you. But if the chancellor wants a stronger bill. A stronger bill he’ll get. Wait till he and the senate see my new one. Something in regard to sentience and rights for some men who are a big part of this war.

Patience: Lucky Day, I must warn you, that will certainly upset some folks here. It may cause quite a scandal, too. Mind if I draft that up with you?

Lucky bites her lip and holds back a laugh, not even paying mind to the Chancellor’s closing speech.

*

Betty beams at them both, clapping her hands in applause. “You both were absolutely wonderful out there today.” She compliments Patience and Lucky as they wander back out to the hallways. “We should go out to dinner and celebrate,” She offers, walking between them. 

“Celebrate our bills being practically rejected?” Patience asks, her brows rising in humor. Betty scoffs, waving a hand.

“Obviously, they scared someone enough they had to pull this stunt and see to it the voting was swayed.” Betty concurs with verity. Lucky and Patience share a look and smile. That was certainly one way of looking at it.

“I’ll have to pass, I have some more work to wrap up.” Patience declines with a shake of her head, stopping before her office. “Betty, why don’t you head home for Europa? I know it’s been a week that you’ve been here to help me to prepare.” 

Lucky wishes she could go home to Pantora, for a moment she visualizes her family’s ranch and the wide marshlands. She sighs and nods. “I have work to do as well,” She says. Betty’s shoulders drop slightly but she nods.

“Next time, then we’ll actually celebrate because the bills will pass,” Betty says with a smile. The three give their farewells and hugs before parting ways.

The Senate can be so serene after dark, where the calamity of the day has ended and the countless have gone home. But sometimes, the shadows could play tricks. Lucky barely makes it down the hallway before leaning against the wall and tugging off her heels. A wisp in the shadows makes her squeak and freeze. Her wide eyes follow the moving silhouette as he heads toward Patience’s office. Leaning back, she spies the tall and strong form of a young man, his features become more apparent as the door to the office swishes open. It’s hard to mistake his clothing and robes for a Jedi’s. There are a few hushed words before he slips into Patience’s office. Lucky stands there wide-eyed, her hand flying to her mouth. Well, then. This was something entirely different for another day. Should Patience ever wish to speak about it.

When Lucky finally makes it to her office, R3TT is there to greet her with a happy mechanical bark. Lucky looks around the room, the flashing lights of Courscant's night life reflecting in. She wanders over to her desk, linking up her datapad to the computer. 

“Well, R3TT…” She sighs. R3TT lifts its head to her questioningly.  “It’s back to work,” She says, lacing her fingers, and cracking her knuckles. 

Another long night.

[haruharuz]

I only made $178 tonight! I'm currently eating GV chicken and wild rice soup while starting to study at 1am. There's a winter storm coming tomorrow in my area and I'm soooo tired 😩 too tired to deal with allat. But I'm going to have some soup and get some stuff done before I sleep.

[decayedstardust-blog]

                         ❝  you’re late.  ❞      two words come out once she hears the front door shut.    her tone lacks malice,     a hint of concern behind them.    (     though,    she tries to hide the latter,    wanting nothing more than to CONCEAL the paranoia that lurks in the back of her mind.    )     being that this is the first summer she’s spent with her husband,     WITH JASPER,     rather than her mother,    the thought of her father catching on to what’s going on sends a chill down her spine.    (    IT’S A TIRED TRADITION.    causing more damage than good,    leaving her spending her favorite seasons with a hollow feeling in her chest.     enough.    there are new gods finding their way in this world   ---   who says the old have to still abide by out dated rules?    )    they made it through spring without a hitch,      bliss reminds herself.     an eyebrow raises as her eyes find him,    unable to stop the warm smile that follows.     ❝  what held you up,    love?  ❞      follows,    as she continues to prepare dinner.   //    @crimiinalchemiist

[stainedbloodline-blog]

                              ❝  YOU LOOK LIKE SHIT.     next round’s on me.  ❞      //  @casuistic

[saviorbuilt]

----------------this a starter call for the tagged group verses

[basiicphysics-a]

 BASICS ↓

human identity: monty green true identity: god of the dark web domain: .com, .net, .org, .edu, .mil, and .gov faction: new god loyalty: unknown occupation: hacker

BIOGRAPHY ↓

it’s late at night, with only the glow of a blue lit laptop screen to illuminate the darkness. maybe it’s midnight, what was once known as witching hour, but being online ( being connected ) vanquishes the superstitious thoughts. afterall, it’s the age of science and technology. R E A S O N. your eyes have been glued to the screen for hours, fingers ache from typing-- manifestos, memes, and misfortunes like honey flow from your fingertips. revolution in your bones, maybe. perversion in your soul, perhaps. it’s midnight, the world consisting of only what’s on your screen when-- a blip. like your screen turns black but only for a millionth of a second. you could’ve just blinked. you convince yourself you just blinked.

but the truth is, he’s watching.

he’s one of the newest of the gods, the younger brother to technology which seems to be flying high with no desire to land. but technology exists in front of your eyes. every car and screen and windmill. technology is obvious. he is not. he lurks in incognito screens and hastily erased browser history. he finds life in the hashtags that governments fear and the fear one so often finds at the end of reddit chain on cryptid sightings. he's the god of rebels, criminals, and, yes, occasionally government organizations. he’s the unassuming intern that steals vital company numbers or the IT guy who knows exactly what kind of porn you’re into. disruption is his power. chaos is his nourishment.

but in the tangle of the dark web is where faith becomes a cyborg, where the old gods are still remembered beneath the secular christianity that fuels american mainstream. pagan sacrifices of blood and battery life feed into his inputs. the line between the old gods and new are never so blurred.

a war is brewing. anarchy is near. and he is alive.

CONNECTIONS ↓

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[milfketterdam]

hi! i just wanted to know, why is leigh bardugo problematic? (feel free to answer to answer on your blog or send me a message if you'd prefer that!) (its okay if you dont want to answer either :) )

oh you’re totally fine asking here!! this is mostly gonna be focused on gv bc. thats all ive read by her kdsljsf

as much as i love the grishaverse series (like. a whole lot look at my url aksdjd) theres a noticeable difference between the characterisation and worldbuilding for white characters vs characters of colour, and im definitely looking up for rule of wolves considering im 99% sure shes having sensitivity readers for her writing regarding shu han, but even so, novyi zem and shu han have been hugely underdeveloped countries while the white countries (ravka, fjerda, kerch, but not so much the wandering isles lol) have been the focus of the series and have fairly developed cultures and respectable amount of time dedicated to this whereas shu han has had like. evil scientists?? and novyi zem just. doesnt have a culture in the series and is mentioned to have ravkan colonies there in siege and storm i think? my memorys fuzzy on the details and novyi zem was originally supposed to be based on america/australia i think but having your fantasy africa being colonised by the protaganists government and your fantasy asia have super smart and oppressive human experimentation just... isnt that good when thats almost everything shown for those countries. and in the s&b trilogy (i dont remember what book 😭 it mightve been s&s again) had alina and mal dress in suli costumes, imitate their accents, and give people fake fortunes and its shown as this cute funny thing they do when its Very Much Not. plus like. one of the two black women being dead (jespers mom aditi + leoni) and a lot of other more specific things in both the books and the fandom and a lot of other have talked abt it way better than what im saying rn. especially being a white passing latine person sinces latine ppl just. dont exist in the gv (which i am forever bitter abt but el oh el) whereas other races do and ppl of those races have talked about these issues as well and like. im not coming for u for asking me ur so fine but id def recommend reading through zemenipearls’ fandom racism and crit tags (crit is general crit so its not all gv but a solid portion of it is) as she talked a good amount abt it (also shes just a great account to follow in general) and i couldnt find like. a post/tag that would be easy to look through for crit focusing on shu han specifically but the fact that shu han being a country thats the Entirety of Asia kinda treats asian ppl as a monolith when they are very much not (compared to our multiple white countries) and like honestly theres probably more (any of my followers feel free to add anything!!) 

um yeah this is long and im a few days late answering sorry!! but i hope this. makes sense and if anyone wants to correct smn i said im down to edit anything to sound better/include extra stuff or clarify any point i made!!!

[survivormoves]

continued from here for @wormkilled

     " I didn't say ANYTHING about having a nightmare. I do not HAVE nightmares, leprechaun. " came the snarky reply of the old god, sauntering over to the other with a look over his shoulder, eyes closing halfly. " Absinthe sounds PERFECT. It's the strong stuff that tingles most. Better then that cheap shit that they think pass as liquor. " he commented, flopping down on the couch with a sigh.

[queenbuilt]

starter call for the tagged gv’s! 

[dumbwaystodeviate]

Niles went though a lot of partners during his time at the DPD, it wasn’t unoticed and and even got to the point newbies were warned about him. No one could really figure out why he had such a temperament, only being thankful that Connor was there to straighten things out.

It was something GV noticed happened often, the man getting standoffish or quiet and refusing interaction at times. He didn’t pay much mind to the pattern of it however, seeing as the man wasn’t any of his concern nor his responsibility. Until he was, GV getting assigned as a stand in partner and quickly named Gavin for convenience.

At first it wasn’t bad, Gavin didn’t have qualms with him and the man was level headed and incredibly smart. He didn’t get very social with him, which suited the Android just fine. They had a job to do and why would he get friendly with a temperamental meatbag anyway? Despite this they seemed to work well, each pulling the other from harrowing situations a number of times and making sure both stayed alive, be it from Gavin getting replaced or Niles didn’t get shot. Gavin was still surprised the man saved him when others would have gotten new androids.

They did well for a while, Connor coming in to check up on his brother and sometimes bitch about some of the things his HK did.

“I just can’t get him to stop! First licking things and then my cigarettes go missing!” Gavin could see Connor was fustrated, he could almost smirk.

Sighing, Niles kept clicking away at his work. “You don’t need the things anyway, as much of a pain in the ass you can be I like having my brother alive.” It was one of the few sentimental comments the android heard from him.

That seemed to only frustrate the even more lieutenant more. “Come on, help me out here!”

Only then did did Niles stop to dig into his desk and pull out a sucker. “If I get you candy will you stop being a nerd and go back to work?” 

If Gavin could laugh he would be on the floor with how huffy Connor got, but he snatched it and stormed off back to his desk. Everyone always warned about Niles but it seemed both brothers had the habit. He wondered if people were confused about which one everyone was trying to warn about.

A particularly cold day saw Niles coming into work in the thickest coat Gavin had seen yet, right down the the fluff on the collar that could have been mistaken for a sleeping fox. Nose red from cold and a scowl on his face, the GV realised the others had been right about him being the one to worry about. Connor was a brat but Niles was another thing entirely.

The day started off rocky, the man refusing to get out of his coat even as it restricted his movements. It was getting to the point even Gavin needed to speek.

“Just take the coat off. It’s not that cold in here.” He huffed as much as he could, keeping his voice down to not get attention. Rights didn’t mean shit to a machine’s programming.

All he got was a grumble and a glare, not even words, before the man kept going on about his day. Gavin never seen him look that irritated with him, he could almost be offended at being brushed off like that.

It didn’t get better throughout the day. Just as he seemed ok with getting his coat off the two of them were called out to a scene, Niles muttered curses not escaping the android’s hearing. He almost worried the human might deck the person that called them out into the snow. It wasn’t too long a thing, but it took well over their lunch break to get back and by then the human’s workaholic tendencies kept him from going on break.

Gavin couldn’t understand why the man was damn near throwing his reports at him, the temper getting a little out of hand at this point. But he expected that at least.

“It might be a good idea to get lunch, this isn’t going anywhere.” He tried to reason, the man is smart enough to know this right?

What he got was a out right growl that screamed ‘No, fuck you.’ and Gavin would be damned if he said he didn’t get a warning pop up from that. he wasn’t sure why but he tried to ignore it. The man was furious at every little noise as it was and Gavin wasn’t the first one to get this treatment today so he didn’t want to press his luck.

Still, he wanted to make sure his partner was ok and the lower blood sugar was enough to tell him it would be best to get him something to eat. He knew there were doughnuts in the break room, nice ones with jelly filling to boot, so he decided that would have to do. The human didn’t ask him questions as he slipped off, quickly grabbing one of the strawberry ones and after a quick thought, grabbed a chocolate one as well.

The burning glare he got from turning Niles’ chair to face him could melt the plastic off his face, but he ignored it in favor of setting the chocolate doughnut down and pushing the strawberry right into his face.

“You need to eat, meatbag. Blood sugars down.” He didn’t really care that the treat was snatched from his hands or that his partner looked like he was going to slug him as he took an angry bite out of the pastry.

But he started to get more errors as he watched the man snack. His blood evened out as did his stress. Incredibly well too. The first was scarfed down the second treat was half way done before he slowed down to just enjoy it, his face going more slack than it had been all day.

And behind a haze of red Gavin realised what had him so pissed all day. He was hungry. That was it. Hungry and cold. And for that reason he was ready to start a fight. It was so baffling the android stared at him before pushing away the red coding just to gawk openly at him.

“You were throwing a phucking fit because you needed a snack?” He couldn’t believe this shit.

From across the room he could hear Connor chime in with a laugh. “THAT is what we call ‘hangry’.” 

“Shut up, Con.” His hiss at his brother couldn’t hold much of a bite with frosting on his face.

Gavin made it a point that the first thing he got was a new coat, and if it happened to be full of snack bars and treats for his disgruntled human, well that was between them.

[stellarstolen-a]

BASICS ↓

human identity: maia farrin. true identity: chang’e. mythology: chinese. domain: the moon, space, family reunions. faction: old god occupation: the jade rabbit (restaurant), owner.  

BIOGRAPHY ↓

      In ancient China there were 10 suns, but Chang’e was the only moon. One day, the jealous emperor of the suns cast her out of the sky, in an attempt to be the only ruler of the heavens. Now mortal, Chang’e made her home on Earth with an famous archer, but she was never truly happy. In an attempt to cheer her up, the archer shot all but one of the suns from the sky, and was rewarded with the elixir of immortality. He refused to drink it without his wife, he hadn’t wanted any reward but her happiness. However, most were not so selfless. Chang’e drank the elixir herself and escaped back to her moon, where she lived happy once more being worshiped by the people below.

       Somewhere in America, a terrified immigrant woman stood on the deck of a ship. In a world in which everything was so new and different, she looked to the only constant, the moon. She prayed that Chang’e would protect her family in this new world, and then she leapt into the sea. Chae found herself thrown headfirst back into the Earth which she’d finally escaped. But she learned the ways of the new world, that selfishness was prided more here than in the old. She did alright for herself for a while. The Chinese lunar program was named in her honor, and occasionally there was an accident– not too often, but enough. However, Chae preferred her adoration a little closer to home. In the heart of San Fransisco’s Chinatown, the Jade Rabbit stands proudly, drawing in it’s biggest crowds the night of the Mid-Autumn Moon Festival. Though over the years, not even Chinatown has been able to keep the traditions of old alive, and her holiday has become primarily an excuse to sell moon cakes and cassia wine. But Chae does the best she can, and she keeps the moon shining, though sometimes she wishes she were a star, at least people make wishes on those.

CONNECTIONS ↓

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[fandom-necromancer]

045. This isn’t goodbye

This will be a three-parter, the warnings are there for all parts so you know what you are starting with. The bold parts are in the chapter. Don’t worry, as all my stories this will end good, but there is a bit of bad stuff happening until there will be a good ending in the third part. Just so you are save out there!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900, Hannor/Hancon | AU: Reverse AU (Warnings: android being shipped off to Cyberlife for analysis of deviancy, loss of privacy, loss of control, most think the android is dead, Grieving Character, Trauma because of past mistakes, Canon-typical violence)

[part2]   [part3]   [part4]

‘Remember, if someone gives you an order, follow it. They mustn’t know it!’ ‘Got it, Sir’, Gavin grinned teasingly at Richard. ‘Gonna be your little obedient robot, just as you like it.’ ‘Gavin!’ Richard wasn’t in the mood for the android’s silly jokes. This was serious. ‘Worry for your own ass out there, Nines. You know me, GV-harder-better-faster-stronger-200. We’ll give them hell!’ ‘Just… be careful, tin-can.’ ‘Will be, meatbag!’

They joined the others in position to storm the building. Their suspect was hiding inside this house with a bunch of his “co-workers”. They would put an end to one of Detroit’s largest drug gangs today, catching their leader and unravelling the whole organisation hopefully. They were waiting for the signal from Captain Allen to charge, as this officially was a SWAT operation. Richard was present as a consultant technically, but his past as a soldier made him qualified. Also, with Cyberlife’s most advanced android by his side, he would be worth a lot. Normally Richard wouldn’t worry as much about Gavin, but this time Connor and his android HK400 was in the team, too. Richard generally liked the android for helping his brother get out of that hole the loss of his son had ripped, but that didn’t change that Hank was just there to find deviant androids. And, well, Gavin was one. He had deviated long ago on a mission, when they both were after some fugitive. They had caught him, and he was driven off back to the precinct and Gavin had kissed him. Since then they hid GV’s true identity successfully. But with Hank this close… Who knew how this ended? Hopefully all would go well.

He didn’t have anymore time to think about the other android, as Captain Allen gave the signal and Richard followed his group. They were jogging through foreign rooms, short status reports of ‘room clear’ muttered into their mics, their breaths and the shuffle of feet and clothing all around them. For a surprisingly long time nothing happened. Then a SWAT officer wanted to open a door and Gavin interfered. ‘I detected multiple persons behind this door.’ Immediately everyone raised their guns and prepared themselves. Richard took a deep breath to steady him, the ghost of a hand touching him reassuringly as everyone was too busy to see the gesture. Then they pushed the door in and stormed into the room to leave the bottleneck behind them as soon as possible. Immediately gunfire was thundering through the room and everyone quickly dove for any cover they could find. It spread them out and most order was quickly lost, but they had the upper hand, surprising the gang members and taking down one after the other with mostly non-lethal shots. Unfortunately, they realised that too, quickly running backwards to leave the room. ‘Gavin! Quick, keep them from fleeing!’, came the order from Captain Allen. ‘Hank, Connor, help him!’ Gavin immediately jumped over the crate from where he had sat next to Richard. He ducked under bullets, calculating them even before they left the gun.  He was already pre-constructing how to advance once in reach of their leader, as a warning covered his HUD.

[Danger! Richard]

He stopped in his tracks, reaching into Connor’s holster to retrieve a gun, then aimed and shot. His bullet hit the criminal that had aligned his gun with Richard’s head in the arm and pushed it to the side, so the bullet hit a wall and not his human’s brain. The gang member next to the one he shot, had seen his action and returned it by shooting Gavin in the abdomen, just over his regulator. Gavin fell, quickly accessing the damage. Nothing vital was hit, but he was losing a lot of Thirium. Only then he realised what he had done. He had been ordered to apprehend the leader, something Hank and Connor were still pursuing. He had used a gun, what was strictly forbidden for androids. And as he looked to the side, he met Hank’s analysing glare. Shit.

-

No one had talked about Gavin’s action. After all it had saved one of their own. But Gavin knew that after they had entered the precinct again and Hank went straight to Fowler’s office, he was done for. Richard hadn’t spoken a word, except for a shocked ‘Gavin!’ upon seeing him lying there bleeding and reassuring mumbles of ‘it will all be alright again, I promise.’ Now the man pulled him right to the breakroom where they had stored a few tools to patch up an android. Richard had heaved him on top of the counter to sit there, before pulling him out of his jacket and shirt to access the damage. Then he had gotten the kit and started working away at Gavin’s wound in total silence.

‘Hank knows’, Gavin finally broached the subject. ‘I know’, Richard answered dismissively. ‘Connor knows.’ ‘I know.’ ‘The whole precinct knows!’ ‘I know!’ Richard had gotten louder, near shouting the last bit. Gavin knew it was him being frustrated, worried and maybe even afraid, but he recoiled all the same.

‘What are they gonna do to me?’, he asked then, his voice merely a whisper. ‘I… don’t know…’ ‘Are they sending me back to Cyberlife?’ ‘They won’t’, Richard answered firmly, but both knew this was a lie. ‘They will want to know what’s wrong with me.’ ‘There is nothing wrong with you! This isn’t fair!’ Richard’s hands were shaking, blue blood dripping from them. ‘Nines. I am a robot. I was never meant to be free. I’m thankful for the time we had.’ ‘I won’t let them kill you, Gav! Not over you doing the right thing. Not for you saving my life because I had been an idiot and coincidentally sticking my head out. I won’t let them kill you.’ ‘And wreck yourself, your carrier in the process?’ Gavin cupped his human’s cheeks and pressed their foreheads together. This way he could see Richard’s tears sharp and clear. ‘Nines, promise me you won’t do anything dumb, okay? Cyberlife wants to know how deviancy works and I doubt they will kill their only lab rat. I will try to fool them as best as I can. I played the obedient machine for so long now, maybe it will slow them down. And there is still hope. Markus.’ ‘His protest will be shut down soon, Gavin. It has always been like this.’ ‘Maybe not this time.’ ‘I don’t want to lose you. I love you, Gavin.’ ‘I love you too, meatbag. I’ll see you again. I promise.’

Richard had been called to Fowlers office afterwards. There had been muffled screaming, Fowler jumping from his chair and shouting back, Richard not backing down. Gavin knew this stance. Richard had always been passionate and protective, regardless of his often intimidating looks. Gavin couldn’t watch any longer. He stared at the puddle of blue blood on the carpet beyond his dangling feet. He continued to just sit there, trying not to think and to keep his rising panic in check. He had been reassuring, mostly to keep Richard calm. The man would sacrifice his job, his status, himself for a machine and that just wasn’t right. But Gavin himself was at the verge of breaking, because Richard was right, this wasn’t fair.

Hank passed the breakroom following Connor, who looked quite pissed. Gavin had only seen that expression once and that had been as Hank had met him for the first time. The human was hungover and had promptly pushed the larger and without doubt heavier android against a wall, seconds from throwing punches. Now Hank was talking to him, but Gavin didn’t care enough to listen in. That phcking asshole of a mindless robot, if he could, he would just- ‘He loved him, Hank!’ Gavin pressed his eyes shut. Just shut up! ‘He loved that android. And Gavin loves him too. Rich told me, you fucking toaster! They hid it, they hid it well and all would have been perfect. Who cares if the thing is deviant it isn’t a thread to anyone! All I know is that he saved my brother. I still have a brother because of that android. And thanks to you, he will be sent of to Cyberlife, where they do god knows what to him! Do you know what will happen to Richard once he is gone? Do you have just a sliver of an idea? Didn’t think so!’ ‘I’m not gone yet’, Gavin said, suddenly standing next to them. It was meant for Connor, but Gavin turned to Hank, squaring up, although the android was much, much larger than him. ‘I’m not gone yet’, he repeated, underlining every word with a prodding finger against Hank’s collarbone. ‘Don’t speak of me in past tense, I refuse to die. I will come back from there, no matter the cost. I will come back to Richard, I’ll come back to this shitty phcking precinct and if only to kick your goddamn robot ass into orbit! And that is a phcking promise!’

He stomped away from them, taking position by the door. For his part he was ready to be shipped off. He had been thinking about running, but that would only get Richard into more trouble and, if his theory was right, would be far more dangerous than the alternative. A potential deviant stuck in a lab to test on wasn’t a thread. A proved deviant on the loose on the other hand…

Richard came out of that office some time later, coughing from overusing his voice in such a manner. He spotted Connor and Hank, still talking to each other and took a detour to avoid them. He stopped in front of Gavin and pulled him in a tight, awkward hug. ‘Cyberlife is informed. They are waiting for us. I will drive you.’ ‘Thank you.’

The drive was quiet, no radio, no talking. There were quite sobs from the seat next to Gavin and he ignored them to his best ability, watching the road himself to intercept should Richard be unable to react. He was speeding the whole drive until he was granted access to Belle Isle. Then he slowed down, maybe to stretch it out as long as possible. Until they came to a halt in the parking lot, Cyberlife security staff already waiting at the front door. But they just sat there, nobody ready to say a word or move.

‘This isn’t goodbye’, Gavin finally said. ‘Right? Promise me, this isn’t goodbye.’ He had been strong for too long, he had to voice his fears. ‘No’, Richard said. ‘No, not if I can help it. I will do everything I can to get back to you. To get you out of there.’ ‘Just don’t do anything stupid if you can’t, okay? Stay save. I love you.’ ‘Gavin, I-‘ ‘Nines. Please. I will go. Just if this ends bad, I want my last words to you be I love you.’ ‘I love you too, Gavin.’

And then Gavin opened the door, stepped out and went up the stairs towards the entrance.

[>next part]

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(Part 1/2) I’ve been noticing a lot of racism in the GV fandom as of late, especially toward biracial and mixed-race characters, and I was wondering what your opinion was. I’m tired of seeing Zoya being white-washed in art, or people saying Kit Young isn’t “black enough” play Jesper and that Alina can’t be part Shu because she’s described as having fair skin.

(Part 2/2) - [ ] And I’m really, really tired of people excusing Nikolai’s racist behavior (he’s not talking about gunsmiths, guys). I used to think that it was just the imperialism getting to him (Novyi Zem is a frontier region, after all), but as I got to know Nikolai, that just didn’t seem quite right. If he’s so concerned with the common people, then why does he call the Zemeni “barbaric little bastards”?

Damn. Okay, let’s go through this bit by bit. First off? I’m sick of it as well, the racism in this fandom just gets worse and worse, and you’re right on this account.

First: whitewashing. This is so far past the realm of acceptable, but I see it happen constantly. With Zoya specifically though, I think timing matters, because before King of Scars, she was a white character as far as everyone knew, and though her skin color was never described, there was never even a hint that she was anything but white. And after kos, tons of artists actually went back and redrew their art with the newfound knowledge that she was half-suli, which was great, but still lots of people have their work on here pre-kos, you get me? I’m not excusing them in any way, I’m just saying Zoya specifically is a tricky character when it comes to this.

Second: the actors for the Shadow and Bone show. I am so so proud of the casting director, and Leigh Bardugo and everyone who came together to deliver such a diverse crew of characters. Alina is half Shu, this wasn’t even in the books but they’ve just given us a main female badass character that is Asian. As well as. I did hear a lot of people complain about Kit Young not being black enough, and while I do see where they are coming from (Jesper is described as dark skinned in the books) I don’t think it’s too big of a deal, so long as he can play the character. I personally don’t consider it whitewashing, simply because the actor is not white, even if he doesn’t match the description exactly. People need to accept (for Alina, Mal, and Jesper as well as many characters to come) that the show, while based off the books, will be different from them, and honestly as long as the actors can play the role, who cares where they’re from? You can start hating an actor when they can’t act, not a second before, and even then, its still your opinion and it doesn’t need to be shared with the world.

Lastly: Nikolai. Obviously, I love Nikolai, and if you couldn’t tell by the url and the theme, I really do love this character. In the books, he was charismatic, and funny, he brought humor to the table as well as a good heap of wisdom for someone just at the start of his twenties. He makes a great king. This is all well and good, but then you come down to that line, and there’s no way around it, Nikolai made a racist comment. In that moment, Nikolai was being racist. Now I know Leigh publicly apologized, and that the line was removed from the newer copies of Siege and Storm, which could always just mean that it was never intended to be racist, but I’m sure ninety percent of the excuses made by racist people are similar. So, yeah, it was racist. It was wrong. It’s inexcusable. If people wanna stay up nights thinking about it, defending it, making excuses, be my guest, but that’s not something I personally want to waste time on. You can love a character and find faults in them, you can love an author and still see their faults. You can love a book and still find faults in it. What’s important is not ignoring these faults, its acknowledging them. Its saying yes, I see this is an issue, I see that this is wrong, and I do not like it. I do not support it. 

Anyways, I don’t think you should spend your time worrying honestly! If people aren’t directly attacking you, then just worry about your own opinion, that’s what matters. See it, acknowledge it, maybe try and explain it to people who care, but otherwise, go soundly to sleep at night and have some cake. Thanks for asking!

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