#979 Right Notes

[missdrummond]

Found another AiO Podcast

Love the format for this podcast and have thoroughly enjoyed all the episodes I've listened to so far. However, I have a couple nitpicks on this episode. I am a homeschool graduate and am very passionate about the topic in AiO.

So two things: First Kristen isn't canonically homeschooled. Don't get me wrong Kristen is homeschooled, I mean look at her (I say pointing to the radio character) However, it is never out right stated in the episode or even referenced, so AiO could technically turn around and say she's public, private, or even charter schooled.

And completely ignored the other homeschool characters on the show. This might have been done for streamlining the episode however it might also have been in oversight. Either way I wanted to give a shout out to the canonical homeschooled characters in AiO.

The Shepherd girls: honestly a really genuine and real feeling homeschool family. I could write a whole essay about them but this is just a shout out.

That one kid from Rumor has It. He is not actually a character. I don't even think he gets a single line in the episode but I remember him so he gets a shout out.

Vance King: I can't remember if it was before he went to jail or after but his mom took him out of school to homeschool him. Honestly not great representation but I understand why it was useful narratively. A little disappointing though that this is the only major character post album 50 to fall in this category. That is until...

The kid in Bridget's band. (he might not have heard this episode before recording this episode but I wanted to mention him) I'm not going to get into major SPOILERS but a kid in Bridget's band is doing online schooling (yes this does count as a homeschooler because while not quite the same as traditional, online homeschooling has a lot of overlaps and they frequently hangout in the same communities) However the reason for this is what concerns me. He was basically kicked out of school for bullying and given number 3, I'm sensing a concerning pattern.

[mwagneto]

hungarian/nomadic magyar tumblr circa 998AD dashboard simulator

🏞️ vándor-ló-979 Follow

not yall still spreading emese's foundation myth??? she literally claims she fucked a bird????? like either she's lying or she cheated and she's trying to cover it up or well. i dont even want to consider the third option

🪺 magánügyek Follow

tengri forbid women do anything???

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🦅 szél-könnyű-szárnyán-szállj Follow

okay im sick of the discourse let's do this.

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🐎 istván-rovására Follow

that took so long lmao -> !!!!!!!∧◇ᛏ⋈∧

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🐴 csillagösvény Follow

i'm so serious rn if you support """istván""" in any way just unfollow and block me. we do NOT need him or his dumbass god and what he's been doing to our people to spread his religion is shameful.

🐴 csillagösvény Follow

btw we all know your real name is vajk stop larping as a christian it's EMBARRASSINGGGG

✝️ esztergom-örökké Follow

love seeing my mutuals reblogging this /s anyway op has multiple posts on their blog supporting quartering and human sacrifice. in case you were wondering. anyway stand with István

🐴 csillagösvény Follow

1) we dont even do human sacrifices, are you fucking stupid??? show me ONE post where i talk about that. 2) are you seriously forgetting that your bestie istván LITERALLY QUARTERED HIS UNCLE?????

#sorry to put this dumbass on the dash😭 dont even engage just block them #ur not making it up the tree of life lmao #discourse

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🌅 bolygó-kárpáti Follow

friendly reminder that just because you're white passing doesn't mean you're not a real magyar!! people with mixed parents are just as valid <3

🏇 attila-népe Follow

cranky coz ur ancestors decided to mix with the europeans arent you

🧺 lemezelő Follow

isnt your girlfriend literally frankish????

🏇 attila-népe Follow

you had to have done some serious stalking to find that💀 and first of all i didn't have a choice, my parents picked the tribe, and second of all she's not my "girlfriend" i got her via ritual kidnapping (WITH consent. before anyone gets weird)

🌐 a-kiber-kovács Follow

Couldn't you have kidnapped another magyar woman? Or someone from another mongoloid tribe?

🔅 hadúrsimp Follow

ohh sure so now human pet guy is gonna chime in to advocate for the kidnapping of our women while being lowkey racist. what are you even doing on nomadblr????

🌅 bolygó-kárpáti Follow

what the fuck happened to my post

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🪔 rakabonciás Follow

for the nth time, you're only a true shaman if you were born with teeth OR with extra fingers OR in the sac. the rest of you are faking & we can tell.

🦅szél-könnyű-szárnyán-szállj Follow

okay people keep spreading this but this is literally just wrong?? like congrats on the 6 fingers op im glad u and Little Golden Father have a special connection (genuinely) but like. táltos and sámán and mágus and garabonciás and javas etc are all different things with completely different requirements and life paths which you should definitely know if you're claiming to be one?? especially since your post says shaman but you're listing the criteria for a táltos, and your username looks like a play on garabonciás so. which is it🤔 maybe get your facts in order before trying to gatekeep

anyway don't listen to op!! your connection to the Upper World is yours alone and you're the best judge of what the Fathers and Mothers want your path in life to be!!

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🛐 mea-culpa Follow

It breaks my heart that the majority of my people still refuse to see the One True God and insist on sticking to their pagan spirits. I fear that when judgement day comes, we will all be wiped out thanks to their foul godless ways.

🐴 csillagösvény Follow

how tf am i godless when i literally have dozens of gods? little mothers and little fathers are in everything all around us & it must suck ass to live in a world where you're not surrounded by the small gods that inhabit everything. manifesting that the fene and the guta tag team beat your ass tonight

🔅 hadúrsimp Follow

hadúr will literally strike op down personally. he told me himself. whispered it to me sweetly even

🐴 csillagösvény Follow

while i agree with you, i feel like you might also have ulterior motives, nomadblr user hadúrsimp

#but live your truth! doubly so on the posts of these freak repressed bible lovers. meanwhile on the #COOL side of magyarhood we walk around butt ass naked!!! op have fun never experiencing joy ever again tho #discourse

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👑 sanctus-stephanus Follow

posting from an alt so i don't get cancelled but lowkey i'm starting to think koppány was right.... maybe this christianity thing isn't gonna work out after all

👑 sanctus-stephanus Follow

WRONG BLOG

👑 sanctus-stephanus Follow

THIS WAS A JOKE. IGNORE THIS

🪺 magánügyek Follow

ISTVÁN????????????? 💀

[theamberfist]

Cursed-Cat and Mouse | Uncle Alastor & Cursed Cat Alastor HC's

Familial! Alastor is Reader's Uncle

Description: A strange cat pops up at the hotel one day and begins terrorizing everyone; especially a certain mouse

(Notes: CW Alastor, death, violence) (gender neutral reader) (Reader is Alastor's niece/nephew/whatever term you prefer) (Reader is blind) (Reader is a mouse sinner)

Words: 979

❀ These headcannons are related to One Blind Mouse, a little oneshot I wrote! A friend of mine said 'if you're going to have a mouse reader you need to involve Cursed Cat Alastor' so here were are! ❀

♡ Considering Alastor literally had a niece/nephew/etc who was a mouse, no one expected him to get a pet cat

♡ And to be honest, neither did he

♡ No one knows how or why the cat showed up, it just appeared one day and they couldn't get rid of it so it lives at the hotel now

♡ Everyone calls it 'cursed cat Alastor' because it apparently looks just like your uncle but he refuses to admit the truth of that name so he just calls it a vermin

♡ When the cat first showed up, you were terrified

♡ You thought your uncle Al had finally gotten tired of carrying you around in his pocket and had decided to do away with you when you heard the meow of a cat in the lobby

♡ So when the cat stopped and noticed you there was a good five seconds where you both just froze; you out of fear and it out of who-knows-what-emotion 

♡ Then you took off running and, naturally, it chased you

♡ You probably ran all through the hotel (luckily you knew the place well enough not to bump into anything), shouting for your uncle, before he finally appeared and was surprised to see the little creature had no cornered you 

♡ He thought it was a prank on your part at first. Even in life, you'd always loved to pull tricks like this. But when he noticed the cat literally salivating over you he finally reached down and grabbed it by the scruff of its neck; letting out a hum of curiosity

♡ You climbed up Alastor's suit to take your place safely in his pocket as he debated what to do with it and that was when everyone else came into the room, witnessing the scene

♡ Angel thought it was hilarious, Husk was as unamused as ever, Sir Pentious teared up at its cuteness, Nifty was distracted by some nearby bugs, and Charlie was so excited by the little creature that Vaggie had to hold her back from running over and grabbing it

♡ Charlie, loving the fact that the cat looked exactly like Alastor, insisted they keep it, to your dismay

♡ She listened to your concerns though and promised she wouldn't let it hurt you and that they'd train the cat

♡ She even got a little collar with a bell for the thing so you could more easily hear it when it was coming

♡ For the first week, you lived in absolute fear

♡ You refused to leave Alastor's pocket for anything except the few times he actually slept at night when you would bury yourself in his hair for protection

♡ For some reason, he and the cat really hated each other. Whenever he came near it, the thing would his and bat at him, earning an angry smile from him in response

♡ He tried to kill it several times through mysterious circumstances but to no avail. Somehow, the cat would evade his traps every single time; as if it simply couldn't be killed

♡ Finally, there was a day where you simply couldn't be in Alastor's pocket and he had to leave you behind at the hotel

♡ You were both devastated and terrified as your uncle left but Sir Pentious promised you he'd have the egg boys protect you until he came back

♡ They did a good job for about ten minutes but then they got distracted and suddenly you were left alone with the cat in the same room as you

♡ You froze as you heard it come over to you, fully expecting to be eaten right there and then. But to your surprise, it started purring and nuzzling against your tiny body. You reached up to pet its ears and then suddenly it didn't seem so scary anymore

♡ Imagine Alastor's surprise when he returned to the hotel later that day to find you curled up on the couch with the cat; fast asleep as you lay against its side. It was wide awake, though, with its eyes looking in opposite directions and everything

♡ After that Alastor almost wished the cat would have attacked you instead

♡ He could not get you away from the thing; no one could. It became like your little bodyguard; always around you as it protected you from any impending danger

♡ Charlie thought it was sweet but your uncle Al did not appreciate having his role as your protector be called into question like that

♡ You rode the cat around like it were a horse, you slept on its warm and soft belly, you let it lead you around like some kind of service animal, you took care of it and made sure its fur was always pristine despite it being the most cursed being the hotel had ever seen (in Alastor's opinion)

♡ He would never admit to being jealous of a literal cat but he was jealous of a literal cat; especially because it resembled him so much

♡ But since you loved the cat so much he had to put up with it

♡ The only time Alastor approved of your little bodyguard was when Lucifer visited the hotel

♡ Before, Lucifer would make a big show out of offering to become your uncle too, which Charlie was always happy about since she wanted a cousin. The king of hell liked you as much as everyone else at the hotel, and he especially liked making your uncle jealous the way he'd once done with Charlie

♡ But now that the cat was around it wouldn't even let Lucifer near you

♡ As much as the thing hated Alastor, it seemed to hate Lucifer even more so gone were the days where he could swoop in and offer to be your new uncle or put you on his hat and fly around like before

♡ Alastor supposed the cat was good for something, after all 

[gofishygo]

giggling ab this okay so

imagine gaz n reader, they've just started to date

and reader is trans (ftm) but gaz doesn't know that yet

but then after a few weeks of dating reader is taking their T in the bathroom/bedroom and had forgotten to lock the door & gaz walks in oh no,,

YEAH so!!! i hope that's enough to.. you know. yeah!!!! i 💗 ur fics sm.

(we need more ftm fics RIGHT NOW!!)

whoEVER ANON IS . I LOVE U . Thank u so so so so much 4 this request my fingers have been acting to write m or ftm content u have appealed to my deepest desires . myways this rq is super silly i love chilled out gay mf and nervous closeted trans mf dynamic so much. 

Also posted on trans visibility day lets GOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

the same (always changing); kyle 'gaz' garrick + trans male! reader (979 words)

notes: some implied and described internalised transphobia, mentions of transphobia, mentions of gender dysphoria, reader does not have top surgery yet, partial nudity on reader (non-sexual), little hurt/comfort type w/ fluff at the end !!

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It wasn’t meant to be a secret. It really wasn't.

But here you are, cooped up in the cold premise of your shared bathroom, waiting for the gel to dry into your skin as you stare at your figure in the mirror, noticing the little changes with a strange sense of europhia. You wished you could run back to the arms of your boyfriend as you ramble about how good the hormones have been working, how you can see your outer shell peeling open to show the man who's been living in the inside, a feedback loop that had you seeing yourself in reflections instead of skin and hair and face that you'd barely recognised. Maybe his face would melt into that gorgeous smile, arms pulling you closer to him like he's seeping off the happiness he swears he sees seeping off your skin's pores. But it's the flip of a coin, a winning ticket in an uncertain lottery.

you're not so sure if Kyle would love the kind of person you were.

gender hadn't ever been a point of focus in your conversations, never something that had to be caught and pinned down with word or thought. he was a man, you were a man, and you loved each other. both of you did your best to keep it at that simplicity. but part of you, like the serpent to adam and eve, had always doubted whether kyle would look at you with the same eyes if you somehow ended up showing him your childhood photos or now-invalid passport, the face that was still soaked with dysphoria-ridden tears. 

the gel is still sticking to your ribs when the door practically flies off its hinges slamming against concrete walls and gaping open your closed eyes with ugly sound. There's a groan of exasperation that should make you giggle, but only makes already tense muscles almost turn to stone. "honey, you done ? really need to take a fat shi-" 

And then there's that silence both unsurprising but dreaded, how it felt to inhale smoke. 

You hate the shock as his eyes run over your bare chest in realisation, feeling any words about to come out crawling back into your windpipe as he notices the thin layer of gel and the label of the bottle on the sink. 

"love?" he calls, an endearing substitute replacing your name. you didn’t know if he'd call you that, even after this revelation. Or did he not know what else to call you now that this had been revealed ? "kyle," you echo. 

please just look at me, kyle. 

his eyes still look the same as how they look at you; stormclouds that accompany you on lonely and rainy nights, and your eyes can't help on focus on the pretty shade of grey instead of the battering of water droplets hitting against tin. Not once  does it ever shift to malice or hatred- only worry, for you, maybe. 

"do you want to talk about it right now ?" isn't the response that you expected. It's an gentle offer, and extended hand waiting for you to take or push away, more freeing than astute observations of your perceived identity or the bitter words hissed out when others had realised. You can only nod your head in response. 

"im sorry," you say, and you don’t know how much (what you're) apologising for. Sorry for never telling you. Sorry for making a distance that could have been avoided. Sorry for being this without your permission, anyone else's permission. 

but he's quick to hold you and the shame that you carry , not minding any of the gel residue on his shirt. "hey, no, it's okay," his voice is gentle, reaching out for your secluded self. "remember what I told you when we first started dating?" he puts a hand to your head, playing with your hair as he pulls you closer to him. "I love all of you, dove. Everything." he rests his chin onto your shoulder, murmuring the words into your ear. And you can't help but hug back, clinging to him like a lifeline. Your lifeline. "I love you too," you muse.

you both stay there for a minute before he pulls away with a complaint of some back pain from a recent mission, and you kiss his nose, allowing yourself to smile for the first time since he'd entered the room. "so.." you start, now perched on the rim of the bathtub. "you're ok with me being trans?"

you giggle when he deadpans at you, "love, I just hugged you for 5 full minutes after seeing you apply testosterone instead of taking a shit. I don’t really care if you're trans." 

and after your testosterone dries and you put on your shirt, you both in bed, tangled up in each other's arms. ramblings about little stories or town gossip. professions of grandiose love guised under quiet murmurs. the hormones are still a little crusty on your skin, but they're doing the work that should have been done since birth. 

The same, always changing. 

[aealzx]

Okay, you guys convinced me well enough X'DDD

Though I skipped ahead a lil to address where Rise Leo and Rise Raph were.

Don't worry, they're just hanging out with April. Totally nothing out of the ordinary. ¯\_(979)_/¯

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This takes place days after this first piece I posted.

(vomit and graphic injury warning) ___________________________________

Leon barely registered the entirety of his surroundings with the cacophony of sounds assaulting his ears, his hearing turned half deaf by his head swirling. A crash from something heavy hitting something metal. The pouring rain drumming on the pavement, brick, wood, more metal. His head hurt, he probably smacked it hard on the ground when he’d fell. It didn’t help the dizziness, or the building nausea. A stirring pot of sludge bubbling up into his ribcage. Into his throat.

A groan cut off as Leon rolled to his elbows and retched, bile pressing into his nostrils as well as his teeth and splattering the asphalt. There went dinner. Unfortunate. But at least his stomach felt mildly better, and the whirling pinwheel of an environment was starting to settle. At least enough that he could start to register the voices around him, and what they were saying.

“...sounds like drunk hooligans……call the police…..”

“HRRR-GHkk…. GuAAhhhh.”

“-eo!......LEO!.... C’mon Leo! Answer me. Raph needs help!”

That last voice. Leon didn’t recognize the first one, but the pained growling of the second one sounded like Raph. And the one calling to him was… “April?” Leon slurred slightly, dragging his head up more so he could look around. The last few minutes were spotty in his mind. He remembered something tearing through the space between inside their lair. Some sort of portals, but so different from any he’d seen before. Toxic black ooze whipping out of pits to wrap around his brothers. Donnie had grabbed Lil Mikey, and Raph had snatched up April and grabbed Leon’s wrist to pull him close as well. There was the brief thought of Donnie’s wrist computer, the old version, before Leon’s gaze had met his twin’s milliseconds before that same device came hurtling at his face. Use it to track the others. Whoever got separated, use the computer to follow the trackers on everyone. He wasn’t sure who’s idea it was, but he was glad they’d shared it. The wrist computer was held in a death grip in one hand. But right now he needed to address April’s wants. Raph was hurt. Leon could vaguely remember a sickening crunching sound while they had been in the oily blackness.

Coughing and wiping his mouth, Leon curled his legs underneath himself and forced them to work. Note to self, portal snatching from within strange gateways was not a recommended form of escape. April was saying something again, but raising his head to a level far above the ground as he stood up had caused his ears to ring. “...‘M com’ng…H’ng on…” he mumbled, using the wall as support to make his way towards where he could register April was with Raph. Green. Yellow. Red. April who was strangely cradling Raph’s head in her arms as he had his own arms wrapped around her in a tense comfort hold. A different shade of red where it shouldn’t be. Red, and a sliver of white.

“Shit.” Leon wrangled his brain back to the present regardless of how it felt like dragging through tar. White and red among the black wrapped green of Raph’s leg.

Compound open fracture.

Leon didn’t notice his stream of repeated curses muttered into the air, focusing instead on what he’d researched. Nothing was clean with this rain. They were in an alley. They needed to move. Not yet. Stop the bleeding, first rule. His own headband was ripped off his head, fingers strangely steady as he pinched the knot apart. The sturdy fabric was then hurriedly wrapped around Raph’s leg, just below the knee, and cinched tight.

“Sorry-” Leon’s cussing halted with an apology as Raph yelped. “April, give me your jacket.” A hissed order, and while April fumbled to comply Leon stole Raph’s headband as well to tie around his ankle. He broke away from his family for just long enough to give a damp pallet nearby a splintering kick to break off pieces of wood. Wood that was then wrapped in two sides of April’s jacket to act as a barrier between it and Raph’s leg.

“We have to move. Get out of the rain,” Leon explains shortly, the strap of his swords slipped off as well and used to secure the makeshift splint in place. Someone had called the police. They needed to leave. Now.

To where?

Something didn’t feel right about where they were. They had grown up in New York, running the rooftops and alleyways. Not sticking to any particular neighborhood. Some trips took them hours away from home.

But he didn’t recognize this place.

“....I’m taking you to the roof,” Leon announced quietly, slipping Donnie’s wrist computer onto his own arm before positioning himself to help carry Raph.

“What? Why?” April asked, wanting answers but not pausing to help move Raph.  Every whimper and hiss he gave at the movement made her lungs fail to breathe.

“I don’t know where we are. I want to get my bearings first, and then we can move to a safe place. But we have to get out of sight first,” Leon hushed, his form starting to shake, but not from the cold. A quick portal flashing open, and hobble dragging Raph through with April had them on the roof of one of the buildings next to them. Blessedly empty and near abandoned.

As soon as he got them settled under the half staircase Leon opened another portal. “I’ll be right back, I’m going to get help.”

Before April could respond Leon had disappeared, and she had to swallow the lump of anxiety building in her chest back down, pulling Raph close and pursing her lips. “We’ll be okay Raphie. You’re gonna be fine. Leo will be right back,” she assured, both for Raph’s sake and her own. Raph wasn’t talking. But that wasn’t too surprising. He didn’t trust himself to speak at the moment. And April couldn’t blame him. She couldn’t bring herself to even look at his leg at the moment. She didn’t know how Leon did it. Just patching everyone up so easily. Watching all the bloody, messy surgeries on the internet just so he could have some idea how to help his brothers if he ever needed to. They were surprisingly sturdy, and it was remarkable that nothing like this had happened yet. She wished her mom was there.

Wait.

Drawing a quick gasp, April stretched to dig in her jacket pocket for her phone, decidedly ignoring the patch of blood that was now on it. A quick swipe and input of her password had her quickly tapping to her favorite contacts. And one more tap brought up her mom’s image as the call was sent. She started to breathe a sigh of relief.

Only for it to catch in her throat.

‘I’m sorry. The number you’re trying to reach is not available.’

Her phone mocked her attempts to find comfort. It was only after its jeers pierced her mind that she looked at her signal. Gone. She had no signal. Drawing a shuddering breath to calm herself deliberately, April set the phone aside. “It’s okay. That’s why Leo left instead of calling. He’ll be back,” she muttered, more to herself this time. She still appreciated Raph giving her a light squeeze in reassurance.

It was the longest six minutes of stress she could remember being through since the Krang had invaded.

The familiar blue portal swirling into sight again had April looking up in hope. Only to have it smothered back to where it was when Leon stumbled through. “Hueso’s is gone,” Leon stammered, his lightly trembling frame from before now visibly shuddering as he tripped to his knees next to them. “It’s gone. The Hidden City is gone. Our lair is still in service. Like it was never abandoned in the first place. Like we were never there. Nothing is there-”

“Leo!” April spoke up quickly, a little louder than usual to catch his spiraling thoughts before they went too far. Amidst his rambled words she had noticed something else. The computer on his wrist had the vitals screen displayed for all of them who had trackers.

Only Leon’s, Raph’s, and April’s were displaying vitals.

That definitely hadn’t helped Leon’s state of mind right then. Did he have a concussion too?

“It’s okay,” April assured, forcing her voice to remain steady. “It’s gonna be okay. Talk me through it. Let’s talk through it and figure things out. First priority is we need to find a place to stay, yeah? Somewhere clean. And then we need to get supplies to take care of Raph. All of our usual safe spots aren’t here, so that means….”

Leon fell silent, latching onto her words even as his gaze bored unfocused holes in the space before him. What April said helped build a track for his train of thought to follow, and he continued on even after she trailed off. “...This isn’t our New York.” That answered so many of the questions he’d had. This New York didn’t have yokai. That’s why so many of their familiar places were gone.

“Okay, so if it isn’t our home, then…,” April prodded, having not expected that for an answer, but willing to take it.

“I’ll have to scout out to find a place for us to stay. And then get supplies from a pharmacy. Then we can stabilize Raph while I look f’for the… oth..- khh,” he broke off, clenching his teeth and raising a wrist to squinted eyes. Don’t cry. They weren’t dead. There had to be an explanation. Donnie’s tech was wrong. It was old. He just hadn’t calibrated it or something. There was no way the others didn’t have vitals.

He couldn’t keep the tears back. His breathing started to catch before it could properly exit his lungs, and the headache from before was returning to throb behind his eyes.

“...Wha-?” Raph croaked out, forcing himself to speak, and hissing when a stab of pain shot through his body from his leg. “What- ghh, do you mean.. No vitals?”

Oh. He’d spoken out loud?

“It’s just like you said, Leo. Something is wrong with the trackers. They’re alright,” April rambled quickly to reassure them. “Donnie- You know Donnie’s okay. Right Leo? He’s still there?”

That was right. Leon didn’t have to rely on technology to know if his brother, his twin, was alright. He just had to focus a little. He shouldn’t have to focus, but this time he did.

Drawing a shuddering breath to try and calm his rattled brain, Leon closed his eyes to try and drown out the rain. It was so subtle. Again. Worse than before. Like Donnie was so far away. But he was still there. Now that Leon was paying attention he realized the connection he had to Donnie was still there. But he wasn’t responding. It wasn’t the same as when he was shutting him out before. Just still, and quiet. “I’i….. He’s okay,” Leon confirmed, letting out a shuddering breath. “H’he’s not responding to me though. I’i think he’s unconscious…”

He heard Raph let out a shaky breath as well, and April half sighed. “Is he stable?”

“What?” Leon asked, having been too focused to fully register what April asked.

“Is Donnie stable? You said he’s not responding, but does he feel stable?”

“Y’yes…. Yeah, he’s stable.” Leon confirmed after giving it a moment to confirm for himself. HIs brother was stable, not dead. Just unconscious. Maybe asleep. It was fine.

“Good. Let’s get step one taken care of then. Once Raph is stable too, we’ll focus on figuring out how to look for them. I saw Donnie grab Mikey, so they’re probably together. So if Donnie is okay then Mikey is just fine too,” April prodded, feeling herself relaxing more now that her brother’s were pulling out of their own spiral.

“Right… Okay,” Leon nodded, his mind branching to consider where might be the safest place for them that he would still know about in this new dimension. Donnie had played with the idea of alternate dimensions before, but had never explained much to them. Leon was starting to wish he’d listened to his twin’s ramblings. Underground was too different, and not clean enough. They needed somewhere above ground, but that they knew was abandoned, and not to be demolished any time soon.

An idea from an article Leon had seen before flashed across his mind, causing him to pull out his phone for a quick internet search. If this was a different dimension, then he should be able to connect to their internet, if his phone was capable. Which, while it looked like the network they hijacked off of didn’t exist, the wifi still worked fine. And with a shaky grin Leon held his phone out for April to see. “How’s this?”

The image April saw caused her to snort, but she nevertheless gave him a mischievous smile in return. “Bayley Seton? Good thing we’re not dragging Mikey there with us.”

What better place to temporarily hide an injured brother than an abandoned hospital that was supposedly haunted?

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[jo-harrington]

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 6 - Heard It In a Love Song

Summary: Let's talk about the real Casanova of Corroded Coffin...

Word Count: 979

Rating: T

Pairings: Dave/Tina, briefly alluded Eddie/OC (The Knight from As Above, So Below)

Warnings/Themes: Unrequited Feelings, Confessions, Mutual Pining, Song Fic (Somethin' Stupid by Frank Sinatra), set the same night as Werewolf but you don't need to read that.

Note: I figured that since Saturdays of CCFest are sort of...love themed I would tie them into some of my existing stories. Don't know how well that will hold up as we continue but...fuck it, let's go.

Check Out the Main Post for @corrodedcoffinfest here! Even if you didn’t start on Day 1, you can still join!

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I know I stand in line Until you think you have the time To spend an evening with me

Dave hated parties.

They'd just never been his scene.

The music was always bad, the food even worse, they were crowded, hot, and uncomfortable.

His pet peeve? He’d actually enjoy the party—dancing, talking to some people—and someone would start making out right next to him. Full on tonsil hockey.

Tonight was unimaginably awful; he was amidst a sea of hormonal, drunk teenagers and he had to sit there and watch his crush play hostess all night.

Christina Clyne. Tina.

The most beautiful girl in school.

Dave was pretty sure that she didn't know he existed, even though they were lab partners. Mainly because she never looked at him.

And if we go some place to dance I know that there's a chance You won't be leaving with me

She'd been flitting about all night, putting out snacks and yelling when people spilled their drink.

She greeted them all when they arrived, desperately thanking Eddie for bringing the weed. And even though she even made snarky remark about Eddie having a girlfriend, she was still pretty welcoming to the freaks.

"Guess if Halloween belonged to anyone it would be you guys," she laughed and waved them towards the patio. "If you wanna set up outside. There's a keg out there, and then snacks in the kitchen. Help yourselves."

Before she disappeared, she smiled nervously at Dave.

His heart stopped in his chest; he figured that he'd just been staring creepily the whole time.

Because that had to be it.

He'd gone steady with people before and they’d been cute.

But Tina? She was completely out of his league.

Surely she had a boyfriend hanging around somewhere. One of Tommy Hagan's douchebag friends? Or that Hargrove guy that had everyone swooning?

She was being polite; she couldn't actually be smiling at him.

Then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place And have a drink or two

As the night went on, he found the the party wasn't all that bad.

Yeah, there were kids making out in the living room, and Jeff had disappeared a while ago. Eddie and his girlfriend stayed outside making fun of people's costumes.

But Dave was determined to have a good time.

He didn’t want to just mope around, especially when Tina was always nearby.

So he'd played beer pong, danced with Nancy Wheeler of all people, and drank spiked punch until he felt a little dizzy.

And that's how he ended up in Tina's bedroom.

"Oh shit," he muttered as he swung the door open to find a frilly, pink-painted bedroom instead of a toilet and sink. But his thoughts came into focus when he realized that Tina was sitting on the bed, tears silently dripping down her cheeks. "You ok?"

She startled at the sound of his voice and quickly made to wipe them away.

"Yeah, don't worry about it," she tried to laugh it off. "Did you need help finding anything Dave?"

His was dumbfounded; she knew his name?

"Uh, I was...looking for the bathroom," he explained but hesitated. "You sure you're ok?"

"Yeah, I was just," she stopped herself. "It's silly."

"It isn't silly if it upset you. I get upset about things all the time. It always makes me feel better to tell someone."

"R-really?" she sniffed and he nodded. "Alright."

They shared a smile and she patted the spot next to her.

And then I go and spoil it all

“Alright, what’s the hubbub bub?” He asked, channeling some of the smooth lingo Eddie used.

It earned him the softest giggle that made him feel like he was gonna melt.

“Like I said, it’s silly,” she sniffled again, looking directly into his eyes. “But…I saw my crush dancing with someone else.”

He felt his heart shatter, “o-oh?”

“I’d been trying to give him hints all night, made sure I was always around…but it wasn’t enough.”

He reached down and picked at the blanket on the bed, “I, uh, I don’t know guys are kinda stupid.”

She giggled again, and he closed his eyes to harden his heart.

“Sometimes,” he cleared his throat, “you have to just walk up to them and tell them ‘hey, I like you.’”

“Seriously?! That sounds like a recipe for disaster.”

And he wished he could be that guy who gave bad advice on purpose, who made Tina look like an idiot because if he couldn’t be with her, then no one should.

But he wasn’t that kind of guy.

“No if you really like them, you should just tell them,”

“Alright.” She gently set her hand on his. “Davey? I…I really like you.”

By saying somethin' stupid like, "I love you"

His head shot back up so he could look at her again for any kind of joke or mockery, but there was only softness and sincerity.

It didn’t make sense…she was talking about him?

When? Who? What?!

He went over the whole night in his head and yeah, every time he found someplace to hang out she was there. And maybe she’d been around when he had danced with Nancy...had she been watching him?

Tina’s hand started to pull away from his.

"This is so stupid," she backtracked. "I'm sorry Da-"

"No!" he shouted at her. She stared at him in wide-eyed shock. He lowered his voice and then turned his hand over to grab hers. "No, it's ok. I, uh, I guess I give really good advice...because I didn't even know...and, uh, I really like you too Tina."

The moment was soft and perfect. Birds were chirping, fireworks going off, soft love hearts appear around her face. He could feel ever very deity devoted to love approval.

And it was the single greatest moment of his life.

"You wanna fool around?"

"Fuck yeah."

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My sweet demon

Summary

After bickering with Crowley again, Nina asks Aziraphale how he puts up with him. The angel doesn't answer because his reasons for loving his demon are between him and his demon.

Notes

Day 5 : Sweet

In case you doubted the fluff in flufftober…

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Rating G -  979 words

"Honestly, Aziraphale, I don't know how you put up with him! Such a grumpy guy as always!"

Aziraphale watched in amusement as Nina paced and ranted behind the coffee shop counter because she and Crowley had had one of their usual bantering sessions. 

The angel could have come up with countless reasons to answer Nina's rhetorical question, but he didn't and just shrugged.

The countless reasons he loved Crowley so much were nobody's business but his own and his demon's.

Nina, looking a little miffed, shooed him away with a wave of her hand, "Go on, go to your idiot sweetheart or do what you have to do. You're both getting on my nerves."

Aziraphale chuckled softly and said, "It's your sweetheart I'm going to see now," then without waiting for Nina's answer he left the coffee shop.

If Nina knew...

There were so many things that made Crowley endearing to Aziraphale, but most of them were things that only he witnessed because Crowley trusted him enough to let him see them.

Little details that Aziraphale sometimes discovered unexpectedly.

Little things that cracked the nonchalant facade Crowley presented outside the intimacy of their home.

Oh, the people of Whickber Street knew Crowley was a nice person, but what they didn't know was how sweet he was.

Besides, even if Aziraphale told him, Crowley would surely take it as the ultimate insult.

Worse than telling him he was kind.

Crowley was sweet.

You only had to watch him interact with Muriel to see that. It was clear that he'd taken them under his wing as soon as they'd decided to stay here. He'd shown them the same patience, care, and protectiveness he'd shown Aziraphale over the millennia.

Which reminded the angel of a conversation he'd overheard that very morning.

Muriel, book in hand as usual, asked, "Crowley, can I ask you something?"

Crowley sneered, "Isn't that what you do all the time?"

"Does it bother you?"

Crowley laughed openly and replied, "Hell no, my little bee, ask all the questions that come to your mind. You can do that here, you may not always get the answers right away, but you'll never be punished or ridiculed for it."

Aziraphale knew what he was talking about, Crowley, punished for asking questions, Aziraphale belittled when he had the audacity to ask them, they'd both paid the price. That would never be the case for Muriel.

Crowley added, "I'm listening."

Muriel asked carefully, "Metatron, he said he needed me, but he called me dim. How can you say you need someone and at the same time think so little of them?"

Aziraphale was eager to intervene, but Crowley was already close to Muriel and had placed his hands on their shoulders, saying gently, "I'm not going to tell you to forget what he said, because when words are said, you can't hide them anywhere, but on the other hand, tell yourself that the old fart is, first of all, not a model of behavior, and above all, a liar and a manipulator. When someone treats you the way you've been treated all your life, when you're offered the chance to move up a little, of course you're ready to accept it. Remember how happy you were when you told me he needed you at that moment? Even though he called you dim just before?"

Crowley was sweet.

"You should have seen it this morning, something happened outside the bookshop. A little kitten came face to face with a huge German shepherd and..."

"Mmh..."

Crowley had his head in Aziraphale's lap as the angel ran his hand through the demon's hair, telling him what had happened.

"Are you listening, my dear?"

Aziraphale noted with amusement that he did not have Crowley's undivided attention.

"Yes, Angel, go on..." Crowley murmured, taking Aziraphale's hand that wasn't in his hair and holding it to his chest.

Aziraphale obeyed and went on with his story: "I was about to intervene to save the poor kitten from the big dog when this little guy fearlessly walked up to the dog and the dog started sniffing him. Then the kitten pawed him and the German Shepherd didn't even react. How amazing! Just goes to show you should always be wary of prejudice, huh?"

"Mmh..."

"Crowley?"

Crowley brought Aziraphale's hand to his lip and said softly in a sleepy voice, "Keep talking, I want to fall asleep to the sound of your voice."

Crowley was sweet. 

Aziraphale was still smiling in retrospect as he walked briskly up the street to the bookshop, for the rain had begun to fall.

He quickened his pace to cover the hundred yards or so to the shop without getting too wet.

"Why is my angel smiling so brightly despite the rain?"

The moment those words were uttered by that familiar voice, Aziraphale realized that the rain was no longer falling on him.

He turned to find himself facing Crowley, who was holding an umbrella over his head.

Crowley was sweet.

Aziraphale's smile widened and he replied to Crowley, "I was thinking of the person holding the umbrella."

Crowley replied with a half-smile, "That's sweet."

Aziraphale laughed softly, "It takes one to know one. " 

Crowley raised an eyebrow in confusion and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Aziraphale figured they were not one sweetness away, so he stood on tiptoe and kissed Crowley on the cheek before grabbing his arm holding the umbrella.

Then he answered Crowley's question by whispering, "Don't worry, my dear, only I know how sweet you are."

"Angel, take those words back right now."

Aziraphale winked back, "Out of the question, as you said so well, once the words are spoken, they can't be taken back. So accept them and let's go home."

Despite the demon's grumbling, they went home arm in arm.

For sometimes life was so sweet.

Sweet like them.

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Chapter 1: When we met

Chapter 2 out New Year's day!!

Word count: 979

What happens when the most powerful gang in Ketterdam crosses paths with the newest gang in town who just moved from the night court?

Trigger warnings: gangs, mentions of death, injury

Kaz grimaced as he staggered to his feet. He’d been knocked over by a shadowed figure who seemed to come from the sky. No doubt a blasted squaller who was powerful enough to carry themself through the air. He glared into the dark corners of the alleyway he was pushed into, and the shadows seemed to glare back. He wasn’t concerned however. He was a leader, a leader of the most feared gang in the city, and no one would ever dare mess with him. It was probably just a prank pulled by Jesper. 

Kaz limped out of the alley, feeling a pair of eyes watching. Inej would appear only if she wanted to, so he didn’t bother calling out. Perhaps she was who pranked him, even though it wasn’t her style. She did seem particularly annoyed this morning when he called her an “investment”. But he kept moving forward, ignoring the panging in his heart, more distracted than he usually allowed himself to get. Kept moving, until he felt a gust of wind brush past him, a rustling flapping sound accompanying. Kaz halted, pushing hard against his thoughts of Inej, to figure out what was happening. A piece of paper fluttered down from the sky, a note, addressed to Kaz Rietveld of the Crows.

 Kaz froze, his gaze flickering back and forth as he lifted up his cane in a fighting position. No one, NO ONE knew that name. It had died with Jordie. There was no one left to remember it apart from Kaz himself, and he sure as hell didn’t mention it to anyone. “Who the hell are you”, he yelled, his voice cracking at the memories that were now taking the place of Inej in his head. “Come out you coward!” 

Another shadow appeared, or rather a figure with shadows curling around his muscular body. “Rhysand sends his best”, the shadow said, his voice as cold as the river Kaz had almost died in. The memories threatened to overwhelm him as the shadow rushed towards him, knocking him to the ground once again as his vision went black.

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Rhys was striding back and forth across the floor of the bedroom he shared with Feyre in their river house. “Calm down”, Feyre told him, her voice like rippling waves, as she nursed the baby on her lap. Nyx was cooing softly at his mother, his gaze wholly fixed on her. Rhys supposed he usually looked at her like that too, like she was the only person he could see. He couldn’t imagine a life without her, and was just relieved that she had fought against the lies and destruction told to her by that prick Tamlin. He knew that technically Tamlin had been part of the reason he was alive today, but he still held nothing but anger and disgust against him. He had almost killed his mate, HIS MATE, who he loved so dearly, who meant EVERYTHING to him, before he had even got to share much time with her, because Tamlin wanted to be comforted by the fact that Feyre was safe, and always would be, trapped in his home like a pretty trophy wife, who he absolutely deserved after all the trauma HE had gone through. Rhys knew if they hadn’t moved when they did that he would have killed Tamlin, and he wouldn’t have regretted it in the slightest.

“Rhys?” Feyre inquired, pulling him out of his thoughts. “Sorry,” he told her, “just thinking about whether that was the right thing to do”. Feyre hummed as she contemplated. “Well,” she said, “We need to establish our strength here, especially with Nyx. Ravkian is known for the brutality of its gangs. Kaz Brekker is known for being the most dangerous out of all the criminals and gang leaders here. If we get him to stay away from us, no one else will even try to come close. We need to be safe. For Nyx.” Rhys flopped onto the bed with his mate and son, his eyes soft, the  movement so un-High-Lord-like that Feyre let out a startled laugh. “We will be safe,” he promised her. “I’m going to make sure of it.”

A moment later, Rhys leaning over Nyx towards his mate’s lips, he heard footsteps. Cassian was getting dinner and the girls were still unpacking in their own places. No one else had arrived yet, so he knew it must be Azriel, returning from his mission. Rhys looked towards the door, and indeed, there was Az, his arms crossed as he leaned against the doorframe. “Mission success,” he said, his face expressionless. Feyre sighed in relief, and Rhys echoed it. “Hopefully,” he said, standing up and walking over to clap a hand on his spymaster’s shoulder, “he’s a smart lad who won’t attempt to retaliate if he knows what’s good for him”.

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Scheming face. That was all Inej saw in Kaz’s expression after he had come back with a face like thunder, his limp more pronounced, and a big bruise on his forehead. Nina would fix it in just a moment, she knew, but she still didn’t know what had happened. Just that Kaz was definitely planning revenge against whoever had done this to him. But there was something more in his expression. A darker, haunted look. Something that hurt him more than the bruise that had knocked him out. All of the gangs feared him too much to attempt anything against him, or for that matter the rest of the crows too. They had a reputation. Only someone new and desperate would try anything against them, she knew that. So who was it? And what were they trying to protect?

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They Don't Care About You

Title: They Don’t Care About You Day: Whumptober, Day 2 Prompt: “I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back,” Thermometer/Delirium/“They don’t care about you.”  Fandom: TMNT 2003 Word Count: 979  Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl Rating: T  Characters: SAINW Mikey Warning: SAINW. I mean, that should say it all. Summary: The days after Mike lost his arm were hard ones for all involved. But perhaps Mike learned the hardest lesson of all—his brothers didn’t care about him anymore.    Notes: Poor Mikey   AO3 || ff.net

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They Don’t Care About You

Mike gasped and shuddered, moaning as he reached his right arm over towards his left. Someone pushed his arm back down, not unkindly, but still with a decent amount of force. He moaned again, and opened his eyes, staring blearily at the figure above him.

“Mikey? Mikey, can you hear me?”

It took Mike a moment to register the voice. “April,” he said, his voice breathy and not strong at all.

“Mike,” she said, sounding relieved.

Mike blinked at her, trying to understand what was happening. The last he remembered, he and a group from the underground had been on a mission to get some weapons. They had been in place, and had gotten to the crate when—

Mike started struggling to sit up. “April,” he gasped out, trying to focus on her with limited success. “The shipment—it was a trap! The team—”

“Mikey, shh, stay down,” April said, pushing him back down on the bed a little too easily. “We know. We got the call, but… we couldn’t get there in time. We saved who we could, but in the end, we lost sixteen people. Only three from your team made it back—including you.”

Mike stared at April, squinting to make her come in focus. “What? No, I—” he went to push up again, but there was a lack of support, on his left side. He faltered and started to turn his head towards it, only for April to catch his head in her hands.

“Mikey,” she said, her voice and eyes watery in a way they hadn’t been in a long time. He couldn’t look away. “By the time we got there, you were badly injured. I—I’m sorry. But there was no way to reattach it.”

Mike stared at her with wide eyes. “Reattach?” he said, fear beginning to build in him.

This time she didn’t stop him from looking. His left arm from above the elbow, it was gone. Mike stared, only partially hearing what she was still saying.

“We’ve done the best we can,” she said. “We’re keeping it as clean as possible, and we’re hoping that infection won’t set in. I—I’ve called Leo and Raph, but we’ve not heard back yet. But don’t worry, Mikey. I’m sure they’ll come when they hear.”

“Yeah,” he said, still staring at where his arm used to be. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

Despite the best job of the medics and of April, infection did set into what was left of Mike’s left arm. It probably could have been prevented if they had started him on some antibiotics right away, but with as few supplies as the resistance had, they didn’t want to use them until they were sure they were needed.

Mike blearily stared up at April from his cot in the medical wing—which was really little more than a big room with cots set up, and marginally cleaner and more stocked than the rest of the base—as she pulled the thermometer away.

“Your fever is still climbing,” she said with a frown. “That’s not good. And I’ve still not heard from Leo or Raph.” She reached down and stroked Mike’s forehead, trying to comfort him, Mike was pretty sure. “I’m sorry, Mikey, we’ll keep trying.”

“Yeah. Sure,” Mike managed to get out. “I’m sure they’ll come.”

April gave him a smile. “I’m sure they will.”

Mike closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, he wasn’t sure what, exactly, was going on. For a moment, he thought he heard the voices of his big brothers, or at least of Raph, but he couldn’t see him anywhere. He couldn’t see Raph or Leo. Where were they? Where were his big brothers? He knew they hadn’t been a family in a long time, but surely, they’d come now, right? He looked around, trying to find where their voices were coming from.

“We ain’t a family no more, Mike! Get that through yer head!”

“Family stays together. We ended that a long time ago.”

“Psh. I ain’t got no more reason to have any connection to Leo. None.”

“If Raph wants to get himself killed, why should I care? It’s not like there’s anything tying me to him.”

“Stop it, Mike! I don’t care! No one cares anymore!”

“Don’t even try Mike. I don’t care anymore.”

“I don’t care!”

“I don’t care!”

“Mikey?”

Mike turned his head to the side, searching out the source for a voice he hadn’t heard in far, far too many years. For a moment, he thought he saw his brother and his breath caught. Donnie was outlined in the doorway, his shell was facing him, although his brother was looking over his shoulder.

“Don!” Mike cried out, struggling to sit up, to get up, to get to his brother.

“Sorry, Mike. But it’s clear there’s nothing here for me anymore. Why should I care, when none of you could bother to? Bye, Mike. Good luck.”

“No—No, Donnie!”

Mike tried to push up, reaching out with his one hand towards the door. But suddenly there were people trying to push him down, trying to keep him in place, and unfamiliar voices all around him.

“No, no, no, Donnie, no!”

Don paused for a moment, his shell and the back of his head facing Mike, and then we walked out of the door.

Mike howled, his grief breaking like a dam as the people around him finally pushed him down on the cot. He heard them sending for April, but Mike didn’t care anymore. He threw his good arm—his only arm—across his eyes and cried. He knew now. He knew the truth. He knew what his mind was telling him, something he had refused to acknowledge for far too long.

They don’t care about you.

Mike tilted his head back and howled out his grief and pain.

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The mission was a complete success. No one could believe that we came within two seconds of the mark,’ Colonel Richard “Butch” Sheffield, SR-71 Blackbird RSO.

The Sound of Freedom. 50 years ago, on May 2, 1972.

During the Vietnam War, the word was out that the prisoners that the Vietnamese had captured were being tortured. They were struggling to find a plan to rescue the POWs. Attempts to escape had been met with beatings for the entire camp of prisoners of war if one person attempted to escape. In May 1972 a new plan was installed telling the POWs that if they hear the sound of thunder that they were to escape and run down to the river where there would be Navy SEALs waiting to rescue them. There was disagreement among the inmates about whether to risk another escape. A senior POW convinced them that it wasn’t right to make everyone in the camp suffer if they were captured during the escape. Without knowing that the POWs were not going to escape the plan went forth.

The plan was for two SR-71 Blackbird spy planes to fly over the Hanoi Hilton.

The flight plan was to fly the SR‘s so close that their sonic booms would be only 30 seconds apart.

On May 2 and May 4 this happened

POW signal, May 2, 1972, SR-71 number, 979, first of three aircraft. The first indication I had that we might fly a mission like this, (where two SR-71 would crisscross over North Vietnam thirty seconds apart), was when one of the planners asked me at the OL “how close, in time, can you come over a point on the ground?” I told him, “as close as you want.” I don’t think he believed me because he said, “can you come to the point within thirty seconds to two minutes?” I said, “of course, we can control airspeed and reach the point at the time you want us to be at the point in space

We had this capability because we had insisted at Edwards’, in 1965, that we know the time to the next point, (time to go) something the computer experts and engineers at Edwards’ never thought about and never understood why we needed this information.

I found out later that our Vice Wing Commander, Denny Sullivan [former A-11 pilot (as many of the original SR-71 crewmembers called the A-12) and CIA operative] had been called to Washington and was tasked to fly a mission that would place two SR-71’s over Hanoi, coming from different directions, thirty seconds apart. The mission was to be so secret that Denny came straight to Kadena and tasked us to fly it without stopping at SAC, March Field or Beale Headquarters. In other words, this mission did not go through the normal planning by JCS and SAC. I believe they did not know.

(NOTE; I FOUND OUT LATER THAT THE CIA WANTED TO BRING BACK THE A-12 FOR THIS)

Flying the mission was easy. All we asked for was a destination point be placed in the computer where they wanted us to be and the time to be there.

The mission planners told us to make it as close to thirty seconds as we could and they realized that would be very hard to do because we would be closing on each other at a combined speed of Mach six.

Colonel Dennis Sullivan our vice Commander said in a letter of Outstanding Crew Performance dated 8 May, 1972 that “The verified time interval on these missions never exceeded one second of the target time interval”. I am proud of my father for his participating in the sound of freedom mission on both May 2 and May 4 and he helped write the mission..

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#5

The 💖💖"where is duty where is sacrifice"💖💖 line being tossed around as the ultimate motto/inspiration of green stans is genuinely the most pathetic thing that happened to this fandom and an undeniable proof of most people's Americans's functional illiteracy.

You are literally preaching for institutionalising internalised misogyny, and sounding like that disgusting woman from the Handmaid's tale I don't even remember her name cause I don't watch the show that held the female protagonist so that her own husband can rape her.

Of course you're gonna tell me oh you're a hypocrite shipping incestous couples and promoting feudal ideology, everything is permitted in the context of the story, right. Everything is permitted. The difference is that it's according to the context of the story that Alicent and her clan are the antagonists, something that many people have forgotten and I don't entirely blame you for that because the shitshow is very confusing. Still, according to the context of the story Alicent is a spiteful, vengeful and treasonous conservative freak, who slut-shames, slanders and undermines the heir which directly led to her horrible death, and all of this because she's a woman. So yeah, according to the context of the story, using her ridiculous line as words to live by is really problematic and that's code for fucking disgusting.

I even saw a person saying that they don't blame Alicent for wanting to usurp Rhaenyra because Rhaenyra made it so easy for them. And why is that ? Because she had sex and kids with another man, because of that she made it easy for them so she deserves being eaten by a dragon on the orders of her brother. Because she had sex. This is the level of clownery we're at.

Green stans literally don't realise that the Hightowers' aim was power all along, that their main quality is greed and they used whatever they could to slander and undermine the rightful heir weaponising her gender against her. It was never about her supposed immoral lifestyle, it was always about her fucking vagina and Hightowers' greed and misogyny and that's literally supposed to be the reason why they are the bad guys but people are literally using the very reason they are the bad guys as a means to defend them? Like??????

Honestly I can't block fast enough.

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#4

Ok but the parallel between Cersei absolutely terrorising the shit out of Littlefinger in the "Power is Power" scene and Alicent being sexually abused by Larys in order to get him to do what she wants is just.marvellous.

They are both Queen regents. That literally means they are like one of the 5 most powerful people in all seven kingdoms, not to say the most powerful people in all seven kingdoms after the king himself. They both happen to have a faithful servant/counselor that also happens to be a psychotic murderous piece of shit, no disagreement on that. Both these counselors try to exert power over the Queens but the Queens' reactions are totally not the same. Littlefinger tries to scare Cersei by saying that he knows everything that happens, implying that he can take her down at any moment. Larys terrorises Alicent by executing murder that she didn't order, but in her name, thus blackmailing her. Cersei kindly reminds Littlefinger that he can be the most powerful and unhinged Lord in all Seven Kingdoms but she is still the Queen, on top of that she is fucking insane and she will cut his throat on the spot if he defies her again. Alicent on the other hand has Larys masturbate to her feet so that hopefully he will do as she wishes. Alicent, the Queen regent. That could literally order his execution on the spot. He is a simple disabled Lord and she is the Queen and she needs to give him sexual favours so that he obeys her? What she could have done is negotiate, and blackmail back, in a power move that is worthy of real Queen regents in history who had political wit and ruthlessness and ambition. A power move that is worthy or book!Alicent herself. Imagine the dialogue and the character development that scene could have given us. But nope, wasn't meant to be. What we got instead is a disabled person being creepy and abusive and Alicent being a victim yet again.

And you are still wondering why this isn't an engaging character? You are still wondering why the general audience doesn't give a fuck about her?

140 notes - Posted November 9, 2022

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My two cents on episode 7 because I just watched it.

It was an amazing episode. I will even argue that it was the best episode so far. So many things happening, nothing felt rushed. The funeral after party was GOLD. So many dynamics being explored between all the characters, so many feelings expressed just by angry stares, longing glances and half spoken innuendos. Like a pot slowly boiling and ready to explode. The fight between the children was perfect, the fight between Alicent Rhaenyra and Viserys later on was easily the best scene in HotD until now. I am team Black until the very end and I love Rhaenyra with all my heart but I FELT Alicent in this episode and THIS is great writing. I absolutely loved that Alicent regretted her actions afterwards, I also loved how she expected her father to be pissed and judgemental, and he was judgemental but at the same time appreciative, like? That's some great, multilayered dialogue there, people. The way Daemyra schemed and plotted their wedding and Laenor's escape was GoT season 1 material. Epic plot-twist.

Let's talk about Daemyra. I went over many posts here about the couple, and I admit that I am genuinely confused. I will address some of the complaints I saw: Matt and Emma don't have chemistry. Emma wasn't into it. Daemon wasn't into it, he was blank and passive and indifferent. The sex scene was short and we didn't see oral sex and different positions, orgasms, eye contact, whatever. The dialogue before was also lukewarm because Daemon didn't confess his undying love for his niece on one knee. We still don't know Daemon's motives because he doesn't speak. He didn't show enthousiasm after the mariage proposal. Etc etc etc.

Part of the reason for this reaction IS the incredibly high expectations. Another part is the ridiculous nature of a lot of these expectations. With all due respect for Daemyra's shippers out there (because I am one of them) I think you are confusing this show with Pride and Prejudice. This is not a romance show. This is not a show about the epic love story between Daemon and Rhaenyra. This is also not a romcom. It's a Game of Thrones show. The love story is a part of it, not even the main thing. Yes the dialogue wasn't exactly lovey dovey, yes Daemon didn't start crying when Rhaenyra proposed, he didn't swear eternal love and devotion like Romeo. No, he didn't go down on Rhaenyra in a feminist power move.

I'm sorry, but who fucking cares.

I've said what their dynamic in this episode definitely wasn't, let's see what it actually was. Let's talk specifics.

What I saw with my own eyes, was two broken depressed people coming together again under the least ideal circonstances (hmm the funeral of Daemon's wife hello). I saw a very bitter and hurt Rhaenyra that still longed for Daemon. I saw a depressed Daemon that felt everything is lost to him until Rhaenyra confessed her feelings. I saw a very strong female character pursuing what she wants. I saw tenderness, love, devotion. I don't need romantic words for it, I saw it. It was fucking there. Daemon finally let slip the real reason why he chickened out in the brothel and in the mariage ceremony: wasn't for the throne, wasn't for his own ambitions, but for HER. "I spared you, you were only a child = you didn't understand what you were doing and how much it would cost you, your reputation, your claim to the throne, everything, so I let you be because I cared so much for you". "You have a place in my court if this is what you need" "I need NOTHING", said Daemon the ambitious bastard who only wanted Rhaenyra for the throne. Yeah. That's why he was so hesitant in Rhaenyra's affections, that would CLEARLY benefit him, that's why he was so considerate, and cautious, and afraid and hopeful and tender. Yep, the throne. That was the WHOLE fucking point of Rhaenyra pursuing HIM instead of him pursuing her. To show that he wants HER and not the throne, he wants what's best for her and he wants to make sure that's what SHE wants. He's not trying to seduce her because it would come across as yet another plan to get the throne. His feelings are already clear, Rhaenyra knows it, we know it, we saw how depressed he was and we saw the longing in his glances and the tenderness in his words, we didn't need big rom-com déclarations. So, Daemon's motives aren't clear people? Really? WTF.

The dialogue before the sex scene was impeccable. The most romantic scene in the whole GoT universe. Let's talk about the actual sex scene. Yes it was short. Yes I don't care. Again, this is not a romance movie. The sex scene was extremely cute, appropriate for the CIRCOMSTANCES (FUNERAL HELLO) and the characters position in this particular chapter of the story, Rhaenyra is not a cheerful teen anymore and she gives the deadly victorious possessive look in the end that I personally loved. Yes it was short, but again, it's not an epic romance movie, it's Game of thrones and there are other, more important things to show than oral sex, sorry. Go watch porn.

The only complaint that is valid is the lighting. That was shitty.

162 notes - Posted October 8, 2022

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Lol Daemon at his worst is still an absolute mood

279 notes - Posted October 25, 2022

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The "Daemon groomed Rhaenyra" claims are really getting on my nerves. No he didn't.

No he didn't.

The first time they kissed they were adults by MODERN standards and the first time they interacted with a romantic undertone she was of age by medieval standards. The rest of the time he wasn't even in court.

The only reason you losers can't stop bitching about Daemon gRoOmINg Rhaenyra is because Rhaenyra actually wanted to fuck Daemon since forever. If it was a bunch of candidates for her hand in marriage at 13 years old, which was the fucking NORM in the middle ages, you wouldn't give two shits, but because Rhaenyra actually liked Daemon and they actually had a connection, suddenly he's somehow gRoOmINg her and we are romanticising pedophilia-

Shut the fuck up. Seriously just shut up, enough.

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Just saw the announcement of Tolkien Estate for fanworks and seriously, despite being ultra ridiculous and vague on purpose, is mostly disrespectful to all the fans.

Tolkien is a huge name and his works are classics no doubt. And the ones who have the rights for his works may feel powerful but they would never have gotten this power if it wasn't the fans.

Fans who kept alive Tolkien's works since the date the books were published and continue to do it. Because our love for the characters and the world is bigger than any new policies.

So to my mutuals I say do not worry, keep creating, keep discussing, keep the world Tolkien created alive and vivid.

And even if they chase fans on platforms like Twitter or Instagram or even Tumblr and on fanfic sites, we will still find a way to continue. We always do.

Because again we hold the power here, not them.

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I just watched BOTFA (actually I saw The Hobbit trilogy for the third time in total) and I didn't cry? but the feelings are still here and damn anger now prevails in my grief! Like what the hell was their timing and bad luck and there were so many ways they could have been saved, even one of the Durins, but NOOO everything should go downhill and everyone should be stupidly proud and selfish and "oh you know nothing of my pain" GUESS WHAT NOW I'M IN PAIN BECAUSE OF YOU YEAH I'M LOOKING AT YOU THORIN AND THRANDUIL! No wonder Bagginshield and The Hobbit fics are so many! The ways this could AND SHOULD go well are countless! Anyway back to my bs I guess. How are you people?

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Drom 975 to 979 a rapist put the kingdom of Övrogne under terror

975 the royal police of övrograd is called to a household as they come on place the father is armed with a rifle of the royal army and angered he depose his firearm as the two police officers approach they notice the right side window is wide open with the curtain floating in the air as a thunderstorm is approaching the capital the officers notice the mother still in her robe holding her nine year old daughter who cries the officers are not aware of the terror that took place as the complaint is written as such as when the family had dinner the father heard strange noise coming from his daughter room he thought the wind was shocking the windows until the noise became a door closing with a stare at his wife he went to the parental bedroom and grabbed his firearm as an army soldier the father had his loaded rifle aimed and searched the household after an hour of search the daughter went to bed as the mother and father headed to their bedroom a few hours later noises came from the ceiling and then after a few minute the window of the daughter room bursted open as the girl screamed when the father bursted in the room it was too late his daughter had been the first victim of a rapist who would terrorise the capital for the four years to come

December 975 three case of rape are handled by the police of övrograd genitals fluid are collected on the three raped girls the technologies not allowing dna comparison the fluid collectes is compared by the structure of cells to match the possible child rapist that had been released previous yet none of the registered sex offenders of minors data comes up meaning the criminal is at his first crime for the police it's unavoidable that the child rapist of övrograd rape more victims or far worse become a murderer this would be the nightmare of any law enforcement in late december 975 the rapist is suspected to be a male in his twenties due to his ability to crawl up a household have the upper hand on a child survive a blow to the head and be able to crawl down injured the police took the blood and photos of the crime scene of the room the plank was sent to an expert to analyse if the rapist had left his fingerprints there was fingerprints and the blood was of type E the girl made a drawing of the man and had a traumatic memory that prevented a detailed facial features only that it was the thin tall shadow that raped them while they waked up the police became more and more obsessed on how they could prevent a rape they sent officers in every hospitals of the capital for head injury and compared the blood and fluid sample but had no match the police was forced to admit that at this hour they had to wait for a rape

Trauma of the thin shadow

January 976 a journalist decided to cover the rape of the twin girls and the first victim throught his interviews and investigation he contacted numerous experts to make his own quest to arrest the rapist he cover the girls trauma and note that the police can use leads that could arrest the rapist such as search for local lockpick thiefs or doubt the police version that the shadow was an imagination for the journalist the thin shadow was not a delirium but true perhaps the murderer had uncommon feature such as a tall and thin body the journalist wrote down that he climbed bare hand a household to reach the second floor window lockpick the locket and get in without being heard for the journalist the rapist trained before doing his rape the journalist wrote in a newsletter to his superior that the rapist could be identified if the police took notice of his finger that would have scrap from the climb an head injury tall and thin blood E type and fingerprints for the journalist the police made a mistake to not search more for a suspect that had left so many clues to capture but the january period was relatively calm in february the rapist stricked again and this time made headlines for this rape

Royal search

In february 976 the royal police of övrograd conducted surveillance of the capital for any individual with head injury tall and thin and gripped hands the police officers checked the hands of every tall citizens they could find and inspected their head for injuries this search did not find the culprit the police thought the rapist hided from going outside but patrols became more common yet the police of the capital could not find an official lead to the case and decided to remain silent to the families and victims the overall lack of search to find the rapist made the two case seemingly unsolved raping famous around the capital this won't be the only rape

Rape

March 976 the rapist hide in a home behind a few robes of a girl room closet he lurked waiting the middle of the night to commit his crime viciously he raped the then sleep 12 year old girl more than two time the morning the girl felt her lower body had been wet and smelly and understood she had been raped when she saw the window open the police came in as the girl was conducted to the hospital to analyse the genital fluid wich matched those of the rapist the police altought came after the incident and did not encounter any sighting of the rapist that ran away and was long gone the morning the police officers and investigators tried to trace where the intrusion beginned this time the odd behavior of the rapist was not used to the first rape there was footprint of the rapist taken into photos and mud from the garden revealead the direction of where the rapist went the household was ahead yet the police was bluffed that it seemed the rapist walked back and forth as if he had been sighted at one point the trail went out to the road but came back at it the rapist went in and out of the garden then tried to open the door of the garden to get inside the door was locked he thus had crawled under the planket as the officers found that the rapist managed to find a way in by crawling under a rain recuperation hole and wide to let a man crawl inside he then climbed up the conduction wiers to be inside the home at night he took off his boots and walked to the corridor and made his way to the girl room where he hided the police then supposed the rapist had sexually assaulted the victim both nights and escaped

Coverage

In the morning following the latest rape the case gained sudden notice from the medias around the kingdom of övrogne with it's 100 millions people the case shocked by the rare atrocity raping young girls in their room and in the night but also who was the rapist as soon as the case was released to the public and medias by the police details were examined by the newspaper and some news headlines and shows covered the case with recreations of each rape the most famous became the second rape when the rapist had been blasted a lamp on his braincage resulting in possible brain damage the latest rape was still investigated the household was closed off and the police thought the rapist had sustain brain damage from his injury this allegation was on the base that he had uncommon behavior such as going from garden to road the police thought he would lockpick the door of the garden but he did not wich was uncommon from the previous intrusion he made he thus waited a whole day hidden in the household not seen he could have raped the victim and escape the night he intruded it was not determined if the girl had been raped the night of intrusion and could have had a determining turn in the investigation if the rape occured the police would have a lead of either the rapist was confident to hide and commit another rape if he did not then why would he hide in the household and not commit his rape the night of intrusion and escape a theory emerged that the rapist had either a conspirator to hide or had either been aware that the royal police patrolled the area that night

Fourth rape

In late march 976 would happen a rape that would put an halt of the rapist crime in the early hours of the day the royal police headquarters received a letter wich gave coordinates to a household in wich when the police cars were parked in front had seen that two young girls had been raped the night prior the police immediatly made the tactic they had put up to trace the rapist fluid matched and incrimined the rapist as the police officers tried the trace the trail yet again the rapist came from the garden the police understood that they had assured their plan of catching the rapist a plan they had put up for weeks and followed by investigators to put an end to the rapist spree of rape and sexual attack on young underage girls the royal police could not put up officers in each gardens of the 17 millions their plan was the involve the federal police of övrogne who would take over most of the murder and kidnap cases it was the first time the federal police would investigate rape

Federal police investigate

The federal police took over the case and their investigation was not based on the act but rather what was used the investigators recreated the four rape and their trail had made a profile of who could be the rapist the boots he wear if he had stalked each household how he intruded and how he escaped his position during rape and the girl pov the police put each of these elements to be checked by expert the result would be that the rapist was not from the capital but outside and that the rape would continue despite the police patrolling and the evident crackdown on pedophile in the royal capital the federal police despite their skills did not find a suspect to convict in the cities around

Vanished

From 976 to 977 the rapist would be inactive and the federal police would neither find a suspect neither prosecute the rape case that piled up the police had a glimpse of what the rapist looked like he was tall thin with a scar on the skull and evident scratch on the fingers from climbing up the household he had been around the capital during his crime and either had or had not had attraction to little girls the prosecution of four rape and four account of home invasion would put the rapist eligible for the death sentence the court charged of giving a decision was the court of the fifth district of justice of the royal capital of Ölmeograd

Fifth rape

In 977 the capital had not heard of the rape that terrified the households and put on tense the police of the capital who had by then eased the crackdown and ceased the patrols in the households street but in december 977 would come a rape that would make the case go further than a rape it was late the day was december 15th 977 a household was having dinner and the weather was calm and cold that night the tv broadcast was a tv show but soon enough someone knocked at the door the father went to the door and opened but saw no sight of any person thought that a joke was casted upon his house he went in the street when he saw that his garden wood door was opened he understood the garden had been intruded he calmly went back and asked his two daughters and wife to get out while he grabbed the F5 carabine of the royal police he was an off duty policemen and knew of the danger that the rapist could be to his daughters in a quick attempt he contacted the colleagues of his station that rushed to his household he had the rapist cornered and launched assault in the garden but as he progressed the sound of his wife and daughters silent seemed off as he looked up he saw the window of his daughter room had been bursted inward meaning the intruder was in the house he rushed back to the street and had no sight of his wife and daughters his colleagues had arrived and launched assault on the household each room were put upside down and the daughter room had been searched in and out the father went out to see that his missing daughters both 11 years old along with the wife had been abducted in the early night of 15th december 977 the police launched search in the capital the household was closed down

Hours following the fifth rape

At that time there was no charge of rape but the police open a cade of abduction with intent of harm and sexual assault knowing the rapist striked the police recreated the scene just minutes after it had happened the rapist lured the father outside he went in the garden and climbed to the girl room where he either went out from a unknown escape door or went out hearing the family was outside at that moment the rapist and the father were at short distance that could have ended in a shooting the rapist heard the father and went to either molest the two girls and the mother or murdered them and had put their bodies in a vehicle and fled before the father could descript the car the rapist had escaped in the police tried to calm their colleague and get a description of the vehicle that had fled the father remembered that when he went to his daughter a black car was driving off at the street end the police launched a warrant for a black car in the capital police cars searched the whole night but no black car matching the description given were arrested and the suspect that drived vehicle matching the description did not had match to the rapist biological print

Missing

The 16th december 977 the police had already given up a lead that the rapist was in the capital according to investigators the rapist escaped in the night in a unknown location with the two daughters and the mother that were in danger of rape the police questionned farmers and cities around the capital in a desperate search of the black vehicle and his whereabout but no trace of it was found the search went from every poles of the capital the south the east the north and west but the east was the most searched due to the street of the capital was at the east end of the royal capital the province despite closed down and with a warrant to catch the rapist black vehicle and appearance no calls received was enough to investigate

Disappearance and sighting

In the morning of december 28th 977 a car was reportedly going full speed outside the capital by witness that had been questioned the tv shows interrupted their schedule to show and cover the recent disappearance of a mother and her two daughters the father was a policemen in the early hours of december 28th 977 a witness reported a black vehicle going outside the capital the windows were very darkened and the sighting had been at night the vehicle drived with lightbeams on blinding vehicles ahead for the police this could have been a way to avoid having the car descripted by witness but despite this the driver had a warrant printed in the entire province the borders were closed

Search of the black car

Immediatly after this witness had reported the sighting in the night following the abduction the police launched a search beyond the province in the east and north of the kingdom it took ten days to finally find the black car but the discovery was not made by chance early in the morning the police received a letter and inside a photo shown to be an abandonned barn with the black car crashed unto the wall from outside the back of the car was inside the barn while the front was outside the police could determine throught the muddy grass that the photo was took in the aftermath of the abduction incident the letter was send from a unknown witness that had seen the vehicle the police located the barn in the north east of the kingdom way outside the capital at this turn of the investigation it was believed the rapist had escaped and crossed the border to vassenland or vissenland

Horror fest

Inside the barn the police had evidence that the rapist and the victims had occupied the barn to avoid capture the barn was used to hide and rape the victim police looked out for rape case in the north east but there was no rape at the time there was fluid covering the plank of the storage where rape of the daughters and mother had occured the police inside the black car trunk were the robe of the two little girls and the mother clothe the police found on the steering wheel the dna of the rapist

Manhunt

The month of december ended with a full scale manhunt in the kingdom of övrogne the royal police had tried to elucide the mystery behind the abduction of two girls and their mother the search started right after the black car matching the warrant had been found in an abandonned barn seemingly a hidden spot for the rapist genital fluid was found in the storage up the ladder the main lead was that the barn had been the hiding spot to escape from the police of the capital deep in the snowy countryside and commit his rape in a secluded barn the rapist had then vanished along with the abducted girls and mother police ramped up their search around the barn and looked for digged land to uncover the bodies of the missing girls and mother thunderstorm made the search more slow than usual as the police tried to find evidence there was no witness that had saw the rapist escape he might had been hidden

The figure

Olaf viken was investigator on the övrogne rapist case in 977 he had participated on the fifth rape investigation and the search at the barn he was one of the investigator that would uncover a terrifying photograph taken the night of december 31th 977 olaf spoke out to a local newsline about the case this is his testimony on the övrogne rapist _starting from 977 i was instructed into the case, we had about a hundred investigators and police officers involved and we worked at the central police station of ölmeograd at that time it was the headquarter of the royal provincial police. We were partner up with the federal police of övrogne who had more experience than us and more skill and knowledge on the investigation. The 28th december 977 we had a call the car was found in a barn we immediatly set up our police cars and we drived there with the dna and genital team wich was inputed in the case and proper to only search for the rapist dna and genital fluid. The team compiled those proof to trace the rapist and the more they had dna the closer we were to capture the rapist. The early morning was cold, there was mist and snow and the witness that had took a photo of the car was unknown. They did not recover any dna from the photo itself neither the letter. We started to go into the barn with my colleagues and took photos of every evidence we could find, i remember that there was naked footprint meaning we could not identify or trace the print but we took a photo of it. It wasn't a proof. We had a rape pole of the federal police that was in the investigation an investigator came and said when he saw the print that this one was smart. The rapist are identified more by their footprint than their dna this was a common technique of the rape team yet in that case every rape there was no tracking of the shoes he took them off and walked bare feet in the mud and to the room and raped girls and infant girls that was unseen for the police at the time. They had not seen a rapist take precaution to not get caught usually the rapist were the easiest to catch they had dna genital shoes print even sometime they could trace the trail and most often the rapist lived nearby and stalked their victim so that mean they could trace where he was the workplace of the victim where he headed to they could put the victim under surveillance because it was common to stalk more and more after the rape that was so easy to catch they didn't even need to train a team in police station but this time we had a rapist who did not stalk who didn't live near the victim he was from out of the capital and he came raped and got away living among the people of his city unseen he was hiding in plainsight so that was the year 977 this had been five year that he was manhunted around the kingdom and yet we could not catch him he was smart and knew where he could strike and where to make his escape_

The rapist

_Two days later we felt that we were missing a piece of the scene we had left the scene with the evidence but i had a feeling i had to go to that barn and look at it with or without the approval of the chief at the time so i told my colleague that i planned to take my badge gun and an undercover vehicle at the time it was a grey övrogne 54 a car used in the police and i headed there in the early hours of the morning it was still at night we got out of the car and walked in the barn that time i took photo of every corners i checked under the pile of garbage i had glove to not contamine the dna that i could find i had worked more than five year and never had investigated a rape before it was lile chasing a shadow if there was a murder we would have figured where he did it and where he was but not for a rape or abduction my colleague checked the barn along and after a while we gave up and went to the car but before that i took a photo of the barn with the forest behind when we got back i gave the photo to the forensic team to look what i had and they gave the photo back the next day my colleague said there was a figure staring at us when we took the photo and we didn't notice whoever it was he knew about the case since the barn was kept hidden from the media at that time we knew it was him we knew he was hidding near the barn and we could have captured the man behind the rapes that night but he was true to his reputation he was like a shadow and evaded us once again we had to search more to find the rapist who creeped girls of the kingdom_

The miracle of the year 978

In the early hours of january 978 the central bank of ölmeograd opened with a blaffing economic burst it was the economic boom of 978 the moldröv economy had led the continent in a economic boom the moldröv empire had been selling more building more and that trade rise made the action go up the empire got rich and brought up more and more action to burst a economic boom that would become the golden age of the continent poverty was gone the

Sixth rape

We had a call that day of january 978 there was a household in the middle of nowhere who had called now it wasn't adults on the phone but a girl in fact a tiny girl not even old enough to make the call the officer understood there had been an incident and sent us to that household he managed to get the adress we went there to that house and apparently there was a break in the door had been slam from the inside and a window had been shatered we entered the household with guns in hand and flashlight on the other hand and as we progressed we saw the rooms were upside down we were confused on weather it was a break in that had gone wrong we saw that there was a silo with a pickup truck and underneath the girl that called was hidding

Recording

In 980 more than a year after the crime span of the rapist an audio is leaked and might be the record of the rapist the audio is found in the garden of the twin rape where it was put down in the field the police when investigating that audio of about ten minute of uninterupted breathing and laughing consider that the rapist had either threatened the victim or succesfully evaded in the late summer of 980 the lead of the culprit who evaded övrogne became the main lead as there was evidence of his disappearance

Secret recording

The record contained a specific localisation it led to the black car barn the investigator uncovered buried under the storage a blank tape they reviewed the tape olaf viken was the investigator who had reviewed the tape with colleagues he describe it as such _in the following month we had cracked down a code that was hiding in the record at random interval we saw that the screen faded to black we saw the silo in a flash frame and interpreted that as the rapist taunting us or making us aware that he knew we had searched the barn there was a total of twenty interval each had a number written in a frame and put together it made no sense it took an hour to figure that the code was reversed and it led to the barn the tape we played showed the rapist wearing a ballerina mask one of wich we could not figure out his face he didn't budge and recorded his victim we saw the girls and the mother binded the rest of the recording was taunting us to find him he challenged us he wrote he didn't use the voice to avoid a voice recognition he wrote on a paper that he had evaded the record was set in 978 one year before he escaped

The Northern Rainland lead

After the 1041 reform the state of northern rainland had cracked down on sexual assault and thus had jailed a foreign resident who matched the dna and the genitals of the twin rape case this match was confronted to the national data of sexual abuse who had more than five nations of the continent sharing their data the kingdom of livrenne also convicted the foreign convict of a rape commited in 984 the övrogne police thus conforted the disappearance lead that the rapist had fled to livrenna to commit more rape in the north east and fled after that to scalburgia to evade prosecution the convict was however not born at the time of the rape spree named after the crime of the rapist in övrogne the kingdom sent a delegation to demand the envoy of a police investigation team charged of investigating the convict on the rape spree and confront the dna and genital match in 1044 Scalburgia agreed

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I tagged 979 of my posts in 2022

#ffxiv - 938 posts

#shio shinju - 225 posts

#ffxiv writing - 217 posts

#ffxiv screenshots - 216 posts

#ooc - 181 posts

#not mine - 132 posts

#ffxiv roleplay - 116 posts

#the almighty reblog - 110 posts

#ffxiv art - 100 posts

#conroy rayne - 97 posts

Longest Tag: 114 characters

#character discussion is one of my favourite things to engage in but my views very rarely line up with the majority

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I'm aware that time zones mean that it is likely that most people are not around right now, but I'm craving to hear about all of your ships, HCs, and OCs. Tell me about your nonsense, ffxiv community!

52 notes - Posted June 19, 2022

#4

Placing the purchased plaque on the door of her studio, Amisgalgüi fiddles with it for a few moments to make sure it is straight. She can't read it herself, but she trusts the seller that it says what she requires - "Amis Qalli Songwriting Services".

Satisfied that the plaque is straight and affixed firmly, the petite Xaela moves into the studio, the room soundproofed and the back half of it full of instruments. Moving over to the desk, she places down a smaller sign, this one listing her rates - rates that the signmaker nearly choked upon seeing, but Amis knows the value of her musical skill.

Finally, she takes a stack of parchments, all marked with a map of Radz-at-Han and marked with the Qalli emblem at her shop, and sets out the door, harp in hand, intending to hand them out to anybody who asks her questions about her music, as well as leave a stack at the nearby inn.

Maybe with these accoutrements, she will get some more customers in - she always does love getting colourful and unique customers, all wanting their own styles of music, and she can write them all.

((This is an open RP I'm putting up! If anybody wants to have a mute Qalli write them music, please feel free to respond! She is mute and illiterate, but she's quite clever and she wants to write your songs!))

74 notes - Posted May 27, 2022

#3

So I'd like to take some time out of people's days to mark an NPC who is very important to the story.

An NPC who aids you. An NPC who is from another culture and another people, true, but chooses to spend their time and effort and thoughts on helping you. Because they think you're doing the right thing.

An NPC who, when push comes to shove and villains attack, tries to help. They are no match for the might of these villains, I can't help but imagine that they know this. But even so, they give their life to keep the attack of that armoured figure at bay. Sadly, in the arms of the Warrior of Light, this NPC breathes their last, having given everything they had, even their life, for your cause.

Everybody please, hold your hat in your hand and pay your respects for Noraxia, the first NPC to die in your arms in the MSQ.

Sadly, Noraxia's death has gone unmourned by the story and community both, since. So I felt that I'd do my part to draw attention to the tragic, horrible death of this lovely, kind, self-sacrificing person.

Remember Noraxia. She died in our arms.

Screen taken by the always amazing @snow-covered-moon. Thank you for taking this lovely screen of the death we should all remember forever.

92 notes - Posted June 3, 2022

#2

Tumblr mutuals, strangers, scoundrels, Warriors of Light, villains, gpose addicts, RPers, friends, Domans, countrymen:

I desire to know, what is one headcanon about an OC of yours that you want to talk about, but there's never the good opportunity to?

I'll start:

Amis is asexual and aromantic.

Please RB with your own!

187 notes - Posted May 26, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Sometimes, I'll be struck with a random lore thought.

So, uh.

As was revealed in Endwalker.

The Moon was artificial.

Does this mean that the Ancients didn't have tides?

Does Emet-Selch stare out at the ocean and wax philosophical about the fact that back in the GOOD OLD DAYS the ocean was just STILL and FLAT?

Were there any moments where their plans were thrown off because of the tides?

Mitron specifically specialised in aquatic life. Was he thrown off by these "ocean currents" moving things around more than he was used to?

213 notes - Posted May 30, 2022

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I posted 2,276 times in 2022

That's 1,238 more posts than 2021!

9 posts created (0%)

2,267 posts reblogged (100%)

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I tagged 2,274 of my posts in 2022

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#story - 367 posts

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Longest Tag: 123 characters

#(a keyboard layout i'm pretty sure nobody else has ever used. it's to right-handed dvorak as svorak-a1 is to default dvorak

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

🦀 time for crab 🦀

today i summoned 7 crabs! look at them!

🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀 🦀

0 notes - Posted April 1, 2022

#4

sorry for all the goncharovposting. it will happen again

1 note - Posted November 21, 2022

#3

I must admit that is pretty funny

1 note - Posted November 10, 2022

#2

oh yeah, this finally arrived yesterday

(get yours at art-of-beelz’s shop)

6 notes - Posted December 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

another timeline fuckup, it seems, in today’s and yesterday’s Dracula Daily

on october 1st we have a letter from Mitchell, Sons, & Candy to Arthur concerning a property at Piccadilly

on october 2nd, we have Jonathan Harker visit Mitchell, Sons, & Candy and after some discussion they agree to send a letter to Arthur about the property

29 notes - Posted October 2, 2022

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[mimisempai]

Out of love

Summary

When Crowley arrived at the bookshop that morning, he realized that something was wrong. What's happened to his angel? Or Where the barber of Aziraphale is ill.

Notes

This idea comes from the moment Crowley notes a different smell and Aziraphale talks about his barber.

If you recognize two lines of dialogue, that's normal, it's from my favorite scene between Sarah Sidle and Gil Grissom from CSI.

On AO3

Rating G -  979 words

"Good morning, Angel!"

Crowley had just entered the shop and was heading for the back room when he noticed something odd. 

Everything was closed, even the shades on the front door were down.

He turned back to look outside and saw what he hadn't noticed when he arrived. The 'CLOSED' sign on the door.

Quite unusual for the angel.

He made his way to the back of the store and called out, "Angel! Where are you?"

Aziraphale's voice, barely louder than a whisper, replied, "I'm here."

Crowley finally arrived near Aziraphale's desk and saw him looking the other way.

A little concerned, the demon asked, "Aziraphale, what's wrong?"

Aziraphale slowly turned to him and replied in a defeated voice, "I can't show my face like this."

Crowley, looking at him and not understanding what he meant, asked with a puzzled look, "'What  do you mean? I can't see what's wrong."

Aziraphale heaved an exasperated sigh and replied, pointing to his chin with a brisk gesture, his voice rising as he exclaimed, "This!"

Crowley leaned forward but still couldn't see what the angel was despairing about.

Seeing this, Aziraphale added, "My beard! My growing beard! Can't you see it? It's... it's so sloppy, I can't possibly show my face like this!"

Crowley could barely keep from chuckling. In fact, he would have if he hadn't known that the angel was deadly serious.

Aziraphale had stood up, paced the small room, and continued, "My barber is sick! For a week! A whole week! Can you believe it! 7 days."

Crowley gently interjected, "And you won't magically remove it? You could do it."

Aziraphale looked at him as if he'd said something unthinkable and retorted, "You know me! You know I don't want to..."

Crowley took his hand and interrupted, "Yes, yes, yes, I know we've had this discussion a hundred times."

He paused and asked more calmly, "What if I were to do it for you?"

Aziraphale raised an eyebrow and asked, "With magic? No, the problem is the..."

Crowley rolled his eyes and replied, "With my hands and a razor, you idiot."

Aziraphale abruptly looked up at him, seemingly surprised but with a kind of eagerness he couldn't quite hide, and asked, "You would do it for me?"

Crowley placed his hand on Aziraphale's cheek, gently running his thumb over the shadow of stubble growing on the angel's chin, and replied softly, "Of course I would. In fact, I'd be more than happy to." He finished with a wink at the angel, "It's almost as easy as getting a paint stain out of a coat."

Aziraphale chuckled softly and replied almost shyly, "All right. Do it."

Crowley slid his arms along Aziraphale's and grasped the angel's hands, guiding him to sit in the chair, asking Aziraphale, "Will you give me permission to at least miracle the material?"

Aziraphale nodded, and Crowley conjured a towel, which he tied around Aziraphale's neck, before conjuring a basin of lukewarm water on the coffee table, with everything needed for shaving beside it.

The demon turned to the basin, dipped a towel into the warm water, and turned to Aziraphale. He grabbed his chin and dabbed at Aziraphale's lower face with the towel before setting it down beside him. He turned to grab the shaving cream and applied it evenly to the angel's growing "beard".

He turned, wiped his hands, and grabbed the razor before standing in front of Aziraphale. Holding his chin in one hand and the razor in the other, he looked into the angel's eyes and asked gently, "Do you trust me?

Without looking away, Aziraphale replied in a firm voice, "Intimately."

Crowley couldn't help but gasp, awed as he always was when Aziraphale so unfailingly showed him his trust. He murmured, "Thank you," then planted a light kiss on Aziraphale's forehead before beginning. The angel watched as he brought the blade close to his skin and passed it with a careful motion over the left side of his face. After the second pass, Aziraphale closed his eyes, trusting the demon completely.

There was no sound other than the scraping of the razor against the skin and Crowley's occasional humming. After about ten minutes, the demon made a satisfied sound and Aziraphale opened his eyes to see him turn to the basin with the towel, which he soaked in warm water again. He returned to Aziraphale and gently wiped away the remains of the shaving cream. Then he took Aziraphale's chin and moved it from left to right to observe the result, and with a slight smile on his lips, he said quietly, "There's just one thing missing."  

"What?" asked Aziraphale, frowning.

Crowley turned, grabbed a small vial from the table, poured some liquid over his hands, then turned to the angel and gently patted his cheeks.

Aziraphale exclaimed, "That's my cologne, how could you..."

Crowley wiped his hands and replied softly, "I told you, I know your smell."

Although Aziraphale was a little embarrassed, the embarrassment did not outweigh the feeling of pleasure that washed over him. He asked quietly, "Why?"

Crowley untied the towel around the angel's neck and asked, "Why what?"

The angel took his hand and asked, "Why do you always take so much care of me?"

Crowley intertwined their fingers and gently replied, "Because I want to. Because I want to do this for you. Because I l..."

The demon paused, "Because I want to."

Both aware of the confession that had almost left the demon's lips, they looked at each other in silence for a few seconds, then Aziraphale brought Crowley's hand to his face, inhaling the scent of his cologne before kissing it gently.

Crowley didn't have to say the words.

Everything about his actions said it.

Despite his words, Crowley was kind.

But he wasn't acting out of kindness.

It was out of love.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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