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It sounds wild. Maybe even crazy. But every step is already in motion. I’d be happy to be wrong. But if this is correct… you’ll be ready.

On April 20, 2025, the United States may initiate its final steps into authoritarian rule.

That’s the day Donald Trump’s advisory committee is expected to release its findings on whether he should invoke the Insurrection Act — a move that would allow him to deploy the military domestically and allow Trump to impose martial law. (San Francisco Chronicle). Given Hegseth is the main “advisor”, the conclusion is foregone.

And as his two months in office has already shown, he won’t stop at just a legal opinion.

Expect an executive order that same day or the next, officially declaring the Insurrection Act, restricting freedoms in the name of restoring control of the border and in blue-state cities, and setting the larger plan in motion.

Of course, this won’t be framed as an attack on democracy. It will be packaged as a necessary response to crisis — as authoritarian takeovers always are.

But once it happens, there’s no going back.

This will be the point of no return.

This Is How Democracy Ends: Here’s their Playbook

It won’t all happen in one night.

Instead, the process will unfold in stages, each step making resistance harder.

Free elections, a free press, and the right to protest will disappear one piece at a time, until there’s nothing left to save.

My entire goal here is to make people aware, so you can recognize it, and maybe help stop it. It’s all I, personally, can do.

Here’s how it will happen, step by step, after Trump invokes the Insurrection Act with an Executive Order:

1. “Resist!” Demonstrations Grow — Just As Planned

Left-leaning and even more centrist people will be alarmed. Peaceful protests will be organized nationwide, as they already have been being organized now, with growing numbers of people joining protests each week.

The calls to “Resist!” will grow louder, and large-scale demonstrations will begin forming in major cities.

This is exactly what Trump wants. He didn’t invoke the Insurrection Act sooner because he needed his opposition to gather first — so he could use them as a tool for his next step.

He also waited 90 days, instead of invoking it on Day 1 as Project 2025 recommended, so he would have his people in place, and remove those who would oppose them in the government, military, courts, and civil positions.

His cabal is waiting for a strong reaction — they want massive unrest. They need a justification to kick off the next steps in their plan.

2. The False Flag Crisis: Turning Protest into “Terror”

The protests will turn violent quickly. Maybe in a day, maybe during the next big protest the following weekend.

They will turn violent not because of the protesters, but because they will have been infiltrated by agents provocateurs, from militia groups like The Proud Boys, whose goal is to escalate as quickly as possible and give Trump and his cabal an excuse to trigger the next stage.

Expect “terrorist” bombings, targeted assassinations, or high-profile acts of violence, either staged or exploited, to justify the crackdown.

There may even be an extremely high profile assassination of a leading right-wing leader that changes everything in a moment… and the “woke radicals” will be blamed, and the country will rally around more extreme measures to bring back order and control.

The media will be flooded with images of chaos, pushing the public into a state of fear. Calls for “order” will follow.

3. Trump Declares Expanded Martial Law — And Calls for Militia to assist the police and Military

Trump has already invoked the Insurrection Act — so now he now declares even more extensive and repressive martial law, and orders troops into major US cities where most oppose him, branding protesters and opponents as “seditionists,” “traitors,” and the “woke mob”.

He will call on “good Americans” to grab their guns, like the patriots of 1776, and join the militias forming to “restore order” and “take back control” from the leftist threat. Using militias also gets him around resistance from military leaders who might oppose his orders.

The militias already exist — the Proud Boys, Oath Keepers, Three Percenters, and others — and they are not some distant fringe. They were at January 6. The most extreme and radicalized are all released from prison now. They are ready to roll, and to answer Trump’s call, which they were waiting for four years ago.

The miliita members are your neighbors. The difference between them and you? These neighbors own and have been training with AR-15s. You and your friends? Not so much.

This will be framed as “helping the police” and “keeping order.” Law enforcement will quietly welcome them — or, in some cases, will deputize them, with Trump’s support.

4. Mass Arrests of Opposition Leaders

Journalists, Democratic officials, and activists will be arrested under charges of sedition, terrorism, or “inciting violence.”

Expect Mark Milley, Liz Cheyney, and Adam Kinzinger to be arrested quickly and with great press coverage. How long the show trials take is probably a good measure of how much control Trump has established over the courts.

Key Democratic governors and attorneys general will be removed first, ensuring no state-level resistance.

Law enforcement and military ranks will be purged, with loyalty tests ensuring only Trump-aligned officers remain.

5. Military & National Guard Take Over Major Cities

Expect deployments in Washington, D.C., New York, Chicago, Los Angeles, Philadelphia, and other blue-state strongholds.

Curfews and lockdowns will be imposed, justified as measures to “restore peace.”

Checkpoints and military policing will become the new normal. Expect them in particular along major highways going to Canada or Mexico, and in red states — to identify and detain seditionists, traitors, and people of questionable loyalty.

Trump’s building of detainment centers in Guantanamo, and expansion of the 106 other ICE detention centers, was not actually intended for illegal migrants. And just a few days ago, Blackwater founder and Billionaire Erik Prince offered to help Trump “privatize deportation camps” as has been being done with prisons per Trump’s Day 1 Executive Order. So now Trump has an extrajudicial place to store the disloyal and those who resist, in for-profit camps guarded by militias and loyal military. Until he decides what to do with them.

6. Press Censorship & Total Media Control

Independent news outlets will face shutdowns or takeovers. Those that resist will see their journalists arrested or harassed.

Mainstream media will be forced into compliance. Blackmail, corporate pressure, and legal threats will ensure they toe the line.

Social media platforms like X (Twitter) will amplify the official narrative, drowning out opposition.

Other social media and lines of communication will be turned off. The Internet will be monitored, people identified from this monitoring for arrest, using Palantir technology. Peter Thiel, who I’ve written about before, is co-founder of Palantir. We will fully enter thesurveillance state.

7. Borders Close & Dissidents Are Trapped Inside

Passports will be revoked for critics and opponents. If you’re on a list, you’re not leaving.

No-fly lists will expand to include activists and journalists.

ICE and DHS will be weaponized — not just against immigrants, but against political enemies.

8. Elections Are “Postponed” Indefinitely

The 2026 midterms will be suspended under the excuse of national security concerns.

Red-state legislatures will eliminate Democratic-leaning districts, ensuring permanent Republican control.

By 2028, Trump (or his handpicked successor) will run unopposed. Elections will be a formality, probalby still held. But rigged.

Project 2025 and the Insurrection Act: This Was Always the Plan

This isn’t speculation.

The Heritage Foundation’s Project 2025 lays out a detailed strategy for permanent right-wing control.

It openly advocates using the Insurrection Act to crush opposition and dismantle the administrative state.

Trump isn’t improvising — he’s following a script.

We Can’t Wait — The Time to Act Is Now

We can’t sit back and wait for Trump to fire the starting gun — because once he does, it will already be too late.

We need to prepare now.

We need to plan now.

We need to dismantle his plans before they begin.

We have one month.

That’s it.

The Only Way to Stop this Coup is by Exposing It

The only way I can think of to stop this conspiracy, which is in final planning stages, is through exposure.

If people see the playbook in advance, they will be less likely be manipulated when it happens.

They might question the narrative. “Wait. This is what they said would happen. I thought it was crazy. But maybe…”

We need to spread this narrative far and wide so that when the moment comes, no one can claim ignorance.

Maybe we will be proven wrong.

Maybe we will look silly.

Or maybe… we will have derailed the plan, by telling people what to look for, to recognize the playbook steps as (if) they happen.

Here’s what we must do before April 20:

Empower the press, law enforcement, military, and elected officials to recognize the game that’s being played. They need to understand what’s happening before they are pressured to go along with it.

Share this post, or write your own. Do your own research. Don’t take my word for it. Talk with your friends and family about this crazy conspiracy theory that can’t rally happen… can it? So if and when the steps actually happen, people recognize it for what it is.

Prepare the public so they don’t take the bait. Trump and his cabal want protests to explode into chaos. They want violence in the streets to justify their crackdown. We must be ready to outmaneuver them — to refuse to be used as pawns in their game.

Stand up to the militias — and stop friends and family from joining them. The Proud Boys, Oath Keepers, and other armed groups will be mobilized as Trump’s shock troops. They will be framed as “restoring order” and “helping the police.” We need to be ready to counter this, to make sure our neighbors, friends, and family don’t get sucked in.

Inoculate our fellow citizens against the propaganda. Most Americans are good people — but good people can be misled. They can be scared into compliance. Our job is to make sure they see what’s happening before it’s too late.

The only way to stop this plot is to expose it, reject it, and make it unmistakably clear to every American what is happening. We must stop these malign forces from enacting their will on our country, the world, and each of us and our families.

What if we Don’t Stop It?

If it is not stopped, and Trump enacts the Insurrection Act, at that point we probably only have 48 to 72 hours to try to stop everything from happening after the Executive Order.

Once martial law is imposed, there will be a tiny window — no more than three days — before resistance becomes nearly impossible.

Stopping it before it happens is the best option.

But what if we don’t?

In my next post, I’ll outline peaceful, strategic ways to resist — while we still can. And what our reduced options are if it still happens.

If we don’t act before April 20, then by April 23, it will already be too late.

[yuriisclumsy]

After I read that Cale x flirty reader!!..I screamed..Like oh my!!.. Can I make a request where is the enemy to lovers?.. Like the reader is a villain who likes to flirt with Cale every time they meet. In addition, this reader is shameless.. Definitely a mess dan chaotic 🤣🤣🤣.. And the reader kisses Cale on the cheek before she leaves saying 'Next time we meet, I'll ask for the size of your ring finger, Bye baby.".. I want to see Cale and the many reactions too..Bye author

Take care of yourself 😘

Villains Have a Heart Too, Y'know

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»»►When I got this request I was surprised many people liked Flirty Reader!

»»►I went off a bit from the request, but what can I do? When a good plot just pops up I have to follow it, no matter if it has little to do with the request. Still, I do try to make it as closely to the asker's request.

»»►I feel like, for this scenario, it would take place in the Whooper Kingdom–you’ll know why once you read.

»»►On another note, [Name] has had encounters with Cale ever since he somehow got transmigrated into the world of Birth of a Hero. The man is tired. But let’s be real, when is he not?

»»►Cale just has to deal with another headache-giving-maniac sadly.

Metals were crashing.

The clash between steel signified a battle taking place. Brutal forces wrestle against each other for dominion. 

Fighting for power. It has always been like this.

Walls and towers, buildings–whether high or low–cumbled due to the aggressiveness of battle. Many scurried off to safety, finding a safe place to hide until the warfare concluded with its victors.

In the Whopper Kingdom, where mages were deemed to be spans of evil, stood a woman of great talent. She was a genius in her field, with masses tittling her: “The Grand Magician.”

The Grand Magician had been a force not to be reckoned with ever since her ascension through the Magic Tower. Which is why she is the main target for the Rebellion; Toonka's sworn enemy.

“Come back here witch!” a wounded man yelled.

“Awww, is little Toonka unable to land a hit?” the girl said. She giggled at the man’s inability to harm her.

“Why, you little sh-t! AHHH!” The man–Tookan–charged at her with fists fully ready to punch her. He missed by a large margin.

“You missed me!~” the girl taunted Toonka. She had been flying on a broom this whole time, using spells to her advantage, without fully killing the barbaric man. She had the power to eliminate her opponent, but she found more joy from playing with her food.

She laughed at Toonka’s poor excuse of attacks.

“Get down here you demon-incarnate!”

“My my, that insult is far too sophisticated for you! Did you finally grow a brain?”

“I alway had a brain you b-tch!” Toonka leaped in the air in anger, and missed her once again.

“What foul language,” the mage manifested a staff, “I should teach you some manners!” Twirling her staff summoned a ray of spells; casting lighting in the field—all which Toonka managed to avoid. How lucky.

“Damn you woman!” Toonka screamed as he barely missed a bolt.

“Hehehe…HAHAHAHA!” The girl laughed hysterically with tears in her eyes. She loved to see people from above, scramble like ants.

“Hahaha...ahhh. Dear me, I haven’t had this much fun in a while,” she said, wiping away a tear that had formed.

An orb suddenly appeared next to the mage flashing in alert.

“Hmmm…” in amusement she took it into her hands, one hand gracefully waving above it. An image appeared on the sphere; a red haired male was shown through the ball—he seems to be inside the Magic Tower.

“Dear me, if it isn't my sweet love,” she looks at Toonka after making the crystal ball disappear, “sorry, little Toonka, seems our playtime needs to be paused and rescheduled to a later date. Hope you can keep entertaining me. Ta ta~”

Casting a spell, she disappeared slowly to the disgust of the man she bid farewell to.

She had done it on purpose.

“GET BACK HERE YOU WRETCH!”

…

The twentieth floor, the master of the magic tower’s room.

“I-I thought I was going to die…!!”

A young mouse-dwarf child had almost seen his soul ascending to the heavens above a few seconds prior, when his tiny body was lifted off the ground and flew to the top of the magic tower.

He stepped back trying to ground himself. He bumped into someone, making him turn around apologetically.

“I-I’m sorry,” he turned around only to see a cat.

“Meoow.”

His eyes meet the gaze I casted at him.

“...”

“Ah.”

How awkward.

“There is one more floor in the magic tower,” the kid said, diverting his embarrassing moment. 

“Then is the twenty-first floor the master's room?” I, in all my mercy, went on with my business like nothing happened. This was much appreciated by the boy.

“No, that’s not what we call it.”

“Then what do you call it?” I questioned him.

The real room of the master of the magic tower. A place that even the non-wizard alliance hasn’t found; a room no one knew the existence of.

At Least, that was the only thing that was stated in Birth of a Hero.

“Ground Zero,” a high pitched voice responded.

“We call it Ground Zero.”

It doesn't belong to the child, nor could it have come from him–since he didn’t know the room's actual name–the cats did not speak in this form, they knew better than that.

I can recognize that voice even if I become half deaf…

“[Name]...” I called the name of the intruder, facing her as she appeared from a mist that manifested out of thin air.

“Hello,” She smiled innocently, “it’s been a while…dear Cale.”

I stare at her with a suspicion of a hundred detectives. “What are you doing here?”

The children recoil behind me. The mouse: scared out of his mind; The cats: hissing at the intruder.

She had been causing nothing but wreck since the day I met her.

“Awww… did you not miss me?” She pouted.

“No.” I said bluntly.

In truth, although she is destructive, she’s never killed anyone. She may act like an evil witch, but she’ll alway cast barriers to protect.

The reason she acts like she does is still a mystery, even to me.

“Bo-hoo…” She pouted. She quickly got over it and spoke, “So, Want the treasure of this tower now? You know, if you called for me beforehand, I would have shown you the way.”

“Then take me there.”

“Nope,” She smiled teasingly at me. Honestly…can’t I just have a day without a headache. “If I did, you would just leave right after, leaving me all alone in this empty tower.”

“Then what do you propose?” I inquired.

“Well… I want to join your little fiasco.”

“*HISS*” the cats hissed at her. They really don’t like her.

I narrowed my eyes on her. I can’t deny that she would be really useful if she joined us. But on the contrary, the people of the anti-wizard organization would look at us in a not so good light. Tonka is my main problem. If I let her in, Toonka will follow me until the end of the world for, quote-on-quote, “betraying him.”

I don’t need more problems. But his majesty would kill me if he found out I didn’t recruit her in. Luck isn't on my side this time.

“You can join.”

“Oh, I knew you wouldn't let me—wait, what?” she paused, looking at me incredulously. “What did you say?”

“I said you can join,” I repeated.

“...”

“...”

“...”

“I CAN JOIN?!?!?!?”

We flinched back.

Jeez… Wasn’t it her idea in the first place? Why is she acting like this after I said yes? Honestly… I’ll never understand a woman’s mind.

“..yes,” I said slowly to not ignite another yell.

She jumped up and down while squealing in excitement.

“Oh, I have to go and pack my things!” she summoned her staff, with a swing in the air she started to disappear the same way she appeared. “See you soon love! Next time I’ll ask for your ring size!~”

“Oh, and little Mueller?” she spoke to the boy hiding behind me.

“Yes..!” he shrieked.

“Open up Ground Zero for Cale, will you?” She then fully vanished.

“*sigh…*” I turn to look at Mueller. “Well? Are you going to open ground zero, or not?”

“Ah! Y-yes, right away!” he scurried off to do what he was told.

What have I gotten myself into?

"Human, do you want me to obliviate her?"

"No!"

Fin

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Wild Horses (Beetlejuice x Reader)

Title: Wild Horses

Summary: Lydia keeps summoning Beetlejuice away from (Y/n) right when they get to the good part. He wants to know why.

Warning: Hinted sexual content, body image issues

“Mmm babes, you smell delicious,” Beetlejuice started kissing behind (y/n)’s ear, smirking at the reaction he was getting from her. They were both on her bed, where they had been listening to music and talking, but now, Beetlejuice had other things in mind.

“Beej, the door’s open,” (Y/n) was trying to find an excuse to get him to stop. She wanted to go on, she really liked him, but insecurities had a tendency to get the best of her. Beetlejuice snapped his fingers and the door shut, the loud creaking of the hinges echoing down the hall.

“There, that’s taken care of,” He went back to kissing (Y/n)’s neck.

“Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice!” He heard Lydia summon him. With a loud groan, he left (Y/n)’s side and appeared in the dining room, where Lydia, Barbara, and Adam were set around the table.

“What is so fucking important?!” He snapped.

“We need a fourth for cards. Matilda’s at work.” Beetlejuice stood there for a second, just staring at her. She swore she could see the red spreading across his ashy skin.

“YOU FUCKING SUMMONED ME TO PLAY CARDS?!” He exploded, and the Maitlands could practically see smoke coming out of his ears.

“Yes I did. Now come sit,” Lydia was calm, used to Beetlejuice’s tantrums. She had even set up a little corner in a couple of the rooms for him to throw tantrums in. Matilda had even made signs for them during craft night at the library. Beetlejuice grumbled but took a seat across from Lydia.

“Five card stud? Texas Hold ‘Em? Stripping?” Beetlejuice wiggled his eyebrows.

“We’re playing Spades,” Barbara smiled at him, and Beetlejuice groaned.

“You pulled me away from a fucking sexy woman…to play Spades?”

“Yep. Adam’s dealer first,” Lydia gave Beetlejuice a shit-eating grin. Beetlejuice let out the most annoyed groan before picking up his cards to play the game.

****

That’s how things went over the next few weeks. Every time Beetlejuice started to get intimate, Matilda or Lydia would summon him away from (Y/n). It was really starting to annoy him, especially when he would go back to pick up where he left off and (Y/n) would be asleep or otherwise preoccupied.

Finally, after Lydia pulled him away to go have lunch with Matilda, he just about had enough.

“Why do you keep doing this shit to me Lyds?” He grumbled as the three sat in the parking lot of the Subway close to their house.

“Can’t I just spend time with my friend?” She sounded so innocent, but he knew there was something deeper behind her words.

“You never wanted to do that all the time until I got with (Y/n). So what’s up?” Matilda and Lydia looked at each other.

“Maybe we should tell him,” Matilda took a bite of her Miss Vickie’s.

“Okay, okay,” Lydia took a drink before turning to look at Beetlejuice. “(Y/n) hates the way her body looks. And she’s worried that you’ll find her repulsive.”

“...She does realize I’m a dead guy, right?” Beetlejuice looked at Lydia and Matilda like they had two heads. “I mean, she would legit be fucking a zombie pretty much.”

“Gross,” Matilda commented, making Beetlejuice roll his eyes.

“That’s it. I’ve got to fix this,” Beetlejuice had a look in his eye as ideas came pouring in. He knew what he needed to do.

****

“I’m home!” (Y/n) called out, carrying groceries in. “Hello?” The house was eerily silent. (Y/n) looked at the fridge and saw a note from Lydia.

‘Date night with Matilda. Be back late. -Lydia’

“Hmmm, okay,” She worked on putting groceries away. “Beej, you home?” She called out but didn’t hear him. She sighed and grabbed the drink she had bought herself and headed up the stairs to her room to read and relax.

Upon approaching her door, she could hear what sounded to be the Rolling Stones playing. Pushing open the door, she saw Beetlejuice sitting on her bed, guitar in hand, with dead flowers surrounding him. He was singing, but it sounded more like Mick Jagger than him.

“Wild horses. Couldn't drag me away. Wild, wild horses. Couldn't drag me away,” Beetlejuice sang to (Y/n). She sat her drink on her desk and walked towards him. He stopped playing when she saw by him.

“What’s all this about?” She picked up one of the dying daises and slipped it on top of her ear.

“I thought it’d be…romantic?” He couldn’t stop staring at her. “You’re beautiful.”

“Beej…”

“Nope. No arguing with me. I mean,” The guitar disappeared as he stood up. “I’m literally a dead guy. And you are the most beautiful breather I’ve ever seen.”

“Guess we’ll just have to agree to disagree on this one,” (Y/n) was suddenly taken aback when Beetlejuice took her face in his hands.

“We’re not leaving this room until I prove to you that you are beautiful,” He got a wicked smile on his face. “And babe, I can go all night.”

[daniiye]

๑ Fragments of Us ;

pairing ; kwon jiyong x reader  ─  genre ; angst warnings ; none that i can think of ! this is my first time writing angst soo.. TᴖT note ;  4k words, (i may have gone way too deep and off topic.? sob) here is pt2

Back when you and Ji Yong were trainees, the two of you formed a deep and lasting bond over the years. Through long practice hours, shared dreams, and the pressures of training, your connection naturally evolved into something more, and eventually, you found yourselves in a relationship.

However, the happiness of being together was overshadowed by the reality of your situation. The company had a strict no-dating policy, and you both knew the scrutiny and backlash that could come if word got out. Fearing the harsh comments and hate, especially towards Ji Yong, you decided to keep your relationship a secret. It was a decision made out of love and protection, but it also made things difficult. The secrecy, the stolen moments, and the constant fear of being found out made for a rocky start—one filled with both the excitement of young love and the weight of the world pressing down on your shoulders.

Ji Yong loved you—deeply, intensely, maybe even recklessly. No matter how busy or exhausted he was, he always found a way to see you. He would skip practices, make excuses, and even sneak into your house late at night just to be with you, even if only for a little while.

“Ji, don’t do that again, that was risky…” you scolded him in a hushed voice, worry laced in your tone.

But he hated hearing that. He hated the idea of staying away from you, even if it was for your own good. His dark eyes held a hint of frustration as he pulled you closer, resting his forehead against yours.

“I don’t care,” he murmured. “I just wanted to see you… I needed to.”

It was reckless, dangerous even—but Ji Yong was never one to follow rules, especially when it came to you.

And just like that, his reckless actions finally caught up to you both.

One night, under the illusion of safety and secrecy, Ji Yong had convinced you to go out together—just a simple walk, a moment to breathe away from the suffocating walls of training and secrecy. But neither of you noticed the cameras, the sharp eyes of the media lurking in the shadows, waiting for a story.

Flash.

The blinding lights of paparazzi shattered the illusion in an instant.

There was no mistaking it—you and Ji Yong, hands intertwined, bodies closer than what mere friends should be. His grip tightened instinctively, as if he could shield you from the oncoming storm, but it was too late. The damage was done.

Within hours, headlines flooded the internet. Photos of the two of you were everywhere, speculations running wild. Fans, the company, and the industry itself erupted into chaos. The secret you had worked so hard to protect had been exposed to the world. 

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TWO MALE TRAINEES OF YG CAUGHT ON A DATE—SECRET RELATIONSHIP EXPOSED? Late last night, two YG Entertainment trainees were spotted together in an intimate moment, raising eyebrows across the industry—not just because of their secretive outing, but because both individuals are male.

The trainees, G-Dragon (Kwon Ji Yong) and an unidentified male trainee, were caught by paparazzi walking closely, hands intertwined, and visibly comfortable with each other. The images quickly went viral, sparking heated discussions online about whether this was a romantic outing

In an industry where LGBTQ+ representation remains a delicate subject, this sighting has led to mixed reactions. As of now, YG Entertainment has not released a statement regarding the speculation. Whether the company will address the situation or let the rumors fade remains to be seen. 

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The article spread like wildfire, reaching every corner of the internet—including your parents.

Their reaction was immediate and unforgiving. Furious and disappointed, they demanded you quit being a trainee and cut all ties with Ji Yong. To them, this wasn’t just about breaking company rules—it was about their reputation, your future, and everything they thought they had planned for you.

“You’re quitting, and that’s final,” your mother’s voice was sharp, leaving no room for argument.

“You think this is love? You’re throwing everything away for a scandal,” your father added, his tone heavy with disappointment.

You hesitated, your heart caught between love and obligation. Ji Yong meant everything to you—you had fought through so much together, endured the hardships of training, secrecy, and pressure, all while holding on to the one thing that made it all bearable: each other.

But now? Now, you were being forced to choose.

Your hands trembled as you clenched your phone, staring at the dozens of messages from Ji Yong—worried, desperate, telling you to stay strong. You loved him. You really did.

But… this wasn’t how things were supposed to end, right?

Unfortunately, you both went your separate ways. Just days after the news, you quit as a trainee and vanished to Japan, leaving Ji Yong drowning in heartbreak. He was wrecked—angry, lost, and utterly shattered. The weight of your absence crushed him, an ache he couldn't escape, no matter how hard he tried.

Fast forward three years, and you're a successful model in Japan. Life looks perfect from the outside, but inside, you're empty. Your parents, believing you were destined to be alone, arranged for you to marry a sweet girl of their choosing. You didn’t want to—but then again, had you ever truly wanted anything since him? For years, a hollow ache sat in your chest, an emptiness you couldn't name but maybe, just maybe, it was Ji Yong. Was it him you were missing all along? Did you really want him back? The thought haunted you, tangled in the mess of emotions you’d buried for too long.

Meanwhile, Ji Yong had never truly healed.

Seven years.

That’s how long it had been since Ji Yong truly lived. Since he had poured himself into his music, since he had felt anything real. After you left, everything fell apart. He tried to hold on—to music, to himself—but the weight of your absence crushed him. So he let it all go. The fame, the music, the spotlight. He disappeared, vanishing into the silence you left behind but now, after seven long years, he was back.

He had always looked you up, just to check in, to see how you were doing. And every time, he felt a quiet sense of relief—because you seemed happy, like you had moved on. Meanwhile, he was still carrying the weight of the past, the guilt lingering long after everything had ended.

“Ji Yong…” Taeyang muttered, watching as his friend mindlessly scrolled through your pictures.

“I just came across it,” Ji Yong said, a little too quickly, locking his phone as if that would erase the moment.

“I think you should let go. It’s been years,” Taeyang said, his voice gentle as he placed a hand on Ji Yong’s shoulder.

“I did,” Ji Yong muttered through gritted teeth, but the way his fingers tightened around his phone said otherwise.

Taeyang sighed, knowing full well that Ji Yong was lying but there was no point in pushing it.

“Well, I’m heading out now. Make sure you’re prepared for mmas,” he said, giving his shoulder a light squeeze before turning away.

"Right. mmas..” Ji Yong murmured, staring blankly at his screen.

The same event you were attending.

He was nervous. More than usual. More than he had ever been. Why? Why did his hands tremble as he gripped the microphone? Why did his heart hammer so violently in his chest? It wasn’t just the comeback, wasn’t just the weight of seven years away.

No—this was different. This was you.

The possibility of seeing you again, after all these years, was terrifying. Would you be there? Would you look at him the same way you used to? Or worse—would you not look at him at all? The thought alone made it hard to breathe. Ji Yong had faced the world a thousand times before, but the idea of facing you again? That was the only thing that truly scared him.

You knew. You had known for weeks that Ji Yong would be making his long-awaited return at the MMAs. The whole world was talking about it. But while everyone else was excited, you felt something else entirely. You weren’t worried—at least, that’s what you told yourself but the way your hands felt clammy, the way your heart clenched at the thought of seeing him again, told a different story.

Nervous? Yes. Anxious? Absolutely.

Because after all these years, after everything that happened, you had no idea how it would feel to meet his eyes again. You had walked away all those years ago, leaving him to pick up the shattered pieces. And now, as you prepared to stand in the same room as him once more, you couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, you didn’t deserve to see him again.

At the MMAs, you were hosting, standing under the blinding stage lights, microphone in hand. At least you weren’t alone. Someone else stood beside you, filling the space, easing the weight pressing down on your chest but it didn’t really help, did it?

Because you could feel him. Ji Yong’s gaze burned into you from across the stage, unwavering, relentless. He didn’t look away—not even for a second. The crowd, the cameras, the world watching—it all faded into the background. The only thing that existed in that moment was the weight of his stare, heavy with everything left unsaid and yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to meet his eyes because you knew the second you did, you’d break.

And then, the moment arrived.

The stage went dark. A hush fell over the arena, anticipation crackling in the air like electricity. You swallowed hard, gripping the mic a little too tightly as the first notes rang out.

Your breath caught.

There he was. Standing in the center of the stage, bathed in an ethereal glow. The world saw an artist making his long-awaited return, but you? You saw him. The man you once knew. The man you once loved. The man you left behind and as his voice filled the room—raw, aching, laced with something only you could understand—you realized something terrifying.

This wasn’t just a performance.

This was him speaking to you.

As Ji Yong stood on that stage, pouring his soul into every note, you forced yourself to turn away—to focus on anything but him but it was useless because he had this thing about him.This pull, this gravity, this unshakable presence that demanded your attention no matter how much you fought it. And so, despite yourself, your eyes kept drifting back to him. Over and over again. Every time you looked, he was already watching you. His gaze—intense, unwavering—pinned you in place, like he was daring you to keep looking. Daring you to listen. Daring you to feel.

And the worst part? You did.

You felt everything.

The night continued, your role as a host forcing you to smile, to present awards, to keep up the act. You moved through the motions, handing trophies to winners, congratulating them with polite words. But beneath it all, your heart was pounding because his name was next. You swallowed hard as the script in your hands confirmed what you already knew. Ji Yong’s comeback, his triumphant return, had earned him an award—and you were the one who had to present it to him. As his name was announced, the crowd erupted in deafening cheers. You forced a steady breath, gripping the trophy tightly as he rose from his seat.

And then, he was walking towards you.

With every step he took, the space between you felt smaller, suffocating. The stage lights cast a glow around him, but his eyes—sharp, unreadable—never left yours. When he finally stood before you, the weight of the past crashed down like a tidal wave. For the first time in years, Ji Yong was right in front of you. Close enough to touch. Close enough to speak. Close enough to remind you of everything you tried to forget and as you held out the award, your hands nearly brushing, you realized—this moment wasn’t just about a trophy.

The closer Ji Yong got, the harder it became to breathe. You forced a smile, but the weight of his gaze made your chest tighten. His eyes—those familiar eyes—never wavered, and despite the crowd's applause, it felt as if the entire world was holding its breath, waiting for you to break. Your host partner, clearly noticing your growing anxiety, gently took the award from your hands, his voice steady as he continued the announcement. He took over smoothly, allowing you to step back, to regain some control.

But Ji Yong? He never took his eyes off you.

He looked at you like he hadn't in years—like you were still everything. And in that moment, everything inside you broke open. The past, the pain, the regret—all of it was there, alive and consuming, as if no time had passed at all.

Backstage, you felt like you were falling apart. The lights, the pressure, the weight of everything—it all came crashing down. Sweat clung to your skin, your body trembling from the anxiety and the sheer force of emotions you’d been fighting all night. Your chest tightened, your breath shallow, as you teetered on the edge of a meltdown and then, just when you thought you couldn’t bear it anymore, you heard it.

"Hey."

The voice, so familiar, so deep, hit you like a wave. You froze, heart racing as you turned around. There he was,

Ji Yong. But this time, he wasn’t looking at you. His eyes were focused on the ground, his posture casual, almost detached as he twirled one of his feet back and forth, hands tucked behind him.

"It's been awhile." Those words, so simple, yet so heavy, dropped between you like a bomb.

He was right there—so close, yet so far away. His presence was like a physical force, pushing you back into a time you desperately tried to escape. The words "It's been awhile" echoed in your head, but they felt like knives. Had he really moved on? Or was he pretending?

You opened your mouth, but no words came out.

"I was gonna say... it’s good to see you again." He added, his tone light, but there was something in his words that made your heart skip. It was suffocating, being in the same room with him after all these years. The unresolved feelings, the hurt, the love—it was all there, pulling you in different directions. You wanted to scream but instead, you stood there, staring at him, a thousand things left unsaid between you both. It felt like the world had stopped moving, the seconds stretching out between you like a chasm, unbridgeable. His words lingered in the air, and for a moment, you almost thought you heard a tremor in his voice.

Was he hurting too?

Your hands trembled, heart pounding in your chest, as the silence grew louder. The years between you felt like a lifetime, and yet... here you were. Standing in front of him.

‘’You too...’’ The words slipped from your lips before you could stop them, barely above a whisper, your voice trembling like a leaf in the wind. It felt like the most fragile thing you’d ever said, the weight of those two words nearly crushing you under their gravity. Ji Yong’s gaze finally shifted, his eyes meeting yours for the first time that night. There was no anger in them, no bitterness—just a depth, a sadness, and something that felt painfully familiar. He took a small step forward, his voice softer now, yet still carrying that quiet strength. “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?”

You could barely breathe. Everything you had been avoiding for years seemed to come crashing down all at once. You wanted to cry, to explain everything you couldn’t say before—but the words didn’t come. Instead, you found yourself looking at him, caught in the pull of his gaze, the past flooding back. The good and the bad. The love and the loss. And in that brief silence, it felt like there was no time, no distance between you at all. Just the two of you, standing on the edge of everything left unsaid.

“I’m sorry, I can’t—” Your words broke off in a shaky breath, and without thinking, you turned to leave, your heart pounding in your chest. You couldn’t face him, not now—not like this but as you took that first step toward the door, something stopped you.

A hand—his hand—reached out, grabbing your wrist gently, but firmly enough to keep you from going. You froze, every muscle in your body tensing. His touch sent a jolt through you, a thousand memories rushing back in an instant. You had tried to move on, to bury everything, but now, with him standing so close, it all felt like it had never left.

“Please... don’t go,” Ji Yong’s voice broke through the storm inside you, his tone soft, pleading. “I never wanted to hurt you,” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper, as if admitting something that had been eating at him for all these years. “I didn’t know how to fix it... to fix us.”

“And that’s how it should be.” The words came out strained, almost choking you as you swallowed the lump in your throat. You didn’t want to admit it, didn’t want to face it, but it was the truth. It had to be. “And I’m sorry for just abandoning you, but we can’t go back. I’m sorry.” The words were heavy, each one slipping from your lips like a confession you had never wanted to make. You couldn’t look at him anymore—not when the weight of your own regret felt like it was suffocating you. You had left him, you had chosen to walk away, and now... now you had to accept it.

His eyes, usually so guarded, were now filled with something you hadn’t seen in years—raw, unfiltered pain. The vulnerability in his gaze hit you like a tidal wave, and for a moment, you almost lost your composure. “You always care about your reputation?” Ji Yong’s voice cracked, desperate, like he was fighting to hold onto control. His grip on your hand tightened, his fingers trembling as if he feared you might slip away again.

“Who cares what everyone else thinks?” His breath hitched, and for the first time in so long, he let the walls crumble. “I really... really loved you! I still do! Don’t you get it?” 

The desperation in his voice tore through you, his words tumbling out faster, each one carrying the weight of all the years spent in silence, all the hurt and longing that had festered. His eyes were glistening, the threat of tears undeniable, and for the first time in ages, he was no longer the confident, untouchable star—he was just Ji Yong, a man standing before you, broken by the love you both shared.

“All you did was care about what others think!” His voice was loud now, cracking with anger and frustration, each word cutting through the air like a blade. His grip on your wrist tightened, digging into your skin, almost as if he was trying to anchor you to him, desperate to make you feel everything he was going through.

You fought against his grip, your heart racing, panic flooding you. The tears you had been holding back threatened to spill, but you refused to let them. “Let go, Ji Yong!” you snapped, voice trembling and then, in one quick movement, you wrenched your hand free, pulling away from him, the sudden coldness of the air between you almost as painful as the ache in your chest.

For a moment, everything was silent, the world holding its breath.

“I’m getting married, Ji Yong,” you said, the words tasting like acid in your mouth. “I can’t... I can’t do this.”

The weight of your confession hit you like a tidal wave. You had told him. You had admitted it aloud. You were moving forward with your life, with someone else—someone your parents had chosen for you but it didn’t make it any easier. It didn’t make the pain any less sharp.

Ji Yong stood there, frozen. His expression, a mix of disbelief and shattered hope, was more than you could bear. He took a step toward you, but the look in your eyes—cold, distant, as if the years between you had never mattered—stopped him in his tracks.

“You really moved on, huh?” His voice was barely a whisper, and the raw pain in it cut deeper than any harsh words could.

“I bet it’s a girl too,” he spat, his voice trembling with fury and hurt. “You’re too ashamed to be with a guy for the world, aren’t you?”

The accusation hit you like a slap, your breath catching in your throat. His words were sharp, biting, fueled by the pain he couldn’t hide. You could feel the anger radiating off him, the way he was lashing out, trying to make sense of everything that had shattered between you both.

You flinched, as if his words physically struck you. “It’s not like that, Ji Yong,” you murmured, trying to steady yourself, but the truth felt so far from you.

“Then what is it?” he demanded, his voice rising, desperate, as he took another step toward you. “What is it if not that? You said you loved me. You said you wanted to be with me, and now you’re walking away because of a stupid arrangement? Because of some damn expectations?”

The anger in his words twisted something deep inside you. He was right. In a way, he was right. You had let the world, the pressure of your life, dictate your decisions. You had pushed him away for all the wrong reasons but you couldn’t tell him that. Not now. Not when everything felt like it was crumbling apart between you.

“You don’t understand,”you whispered, stepping back, trying to put distance between you both. “You never did. I didn’t leave because of what I wanted, Ji Yong... I left because of what I had to do.” You turned away from him, your heart pounding painfully in your chest. Every step you took felt heavier than the last, the weight of everything unsaid dragging you down. You could hear Ji Yong’s voice in the back of your mind, his words echoing with anger, with pain, with something deeper you couldn’t fully face. You moved quickly, trying to ignore the raw ache in your chest as you walked toward the exit. The cold air of the hallway hit you, but it didn’t do anything to numb the turmoil inside. You didn’t dare look back, even though you knew he was there.

Behind you, Ji Yong remained in the hallway, standing frozen, his eyes fixed on you. His posture was stiff, as if he didn’t know whether to chase you or stay still. His heart—his words—hung in the air between you both, unresolved. As you stepped out into the cool night, you could still feel his presence behind you, but you kept walking, your mind filled with nothing but the certainty that you had made your choice. Even if it hurt like hell, even if it tore you apart inside, you had to keep moving forward.

"Married?.. Maybe you really did care about what the media thinks of us being together." Ji Yong's words were barely audible, mumbled under his breath, but they hit you like a sharp blade.

You could hear the disbelief, the hurt, the crack in his voice as he stood there, watching you walk away. You heard him take a shaky breath, a desperate sound as he tried to steady himself.

“I loved you...” he said softly, almost to himself. “I still do... but I can’t keep doing this.”

You didn’t respond. The words wouldn’t come. You just kept walking, the weight of the finality in his voice weighing down on you as you stepped into the night, leaving him behind once more.

[moomine]

backwash IV | daisuke

author's note: finals season is over so you can safely expect more consistent updates B) if you want to be part of a taglist for future updates feel free to reply or dm me!! (cover image credit)

summary: (daisuke x f!reader) While reading the book Daisuke let you borrow, Jimmy interrupts your break with a message from Curly. You get a quick piloting lesson from Curly before catching up with Daisuke.

word count: 2,239

warnings: jimmy... all characters are 18+

now playing: Daft Punk - "Something About Us"

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EMPLOYEE STATEMENT 062—

There’s really nothing like the song the Tulpar sings. Jimmy said it sounded like she was taking a shit, but I couldn’t disagree more. She groans as she moves through space, like the kind of low rumble as you successfully lift something heavy. There’s pride in the sound that she makes. She’s old, she’s resilient. There’s something so inspiring about being onboard this tired girl. I don’t know how to put it, so I’m not going to waste your time trying, but I will say I’m starting to like it here.

DAY SIXTY-ONE—

Anya wrote furiously at her desk, her head hung low as she scribbled notes into a crisp, new journal. She hummed quietly to herself—a familiar song but one you couldn’t quite place. It was nice background noise regardless. Your feet dangled before you, swaying as you sprawled out on one of the cots along the far wall of the medical bay. The delicate pages of a well-worn book were soft beneath the pads of your fingertips. You brought your index finger and your thumb to your mouth and swiped them along your tongue, turning the page over to the next. The story was gripping, to say the least. You had barely moved since your break started ten minutes ago, and Anya found your reactions incredibly amusing each time she raised her head to take a glance at you.

Daisuke had lent you a book he had brought onboard. It was new, one his mom had gotten him so he’d have something other than his Gameboy to occupy him during his free time. Project Hail Mary. Weirdly fitting and slightly worrying considering his internship in space. There was a subtle irony about giving her son a sci-fi adventure to keep him company at night. You had just started, but you couldn’t stop reading. Maybe it was the story itself, or the new found desire to have something you could talk about with Daisuke, but whatever it was kept you reading during your spare time.

The medical bay door wheezed open, but you were too immersed and unbothered to check who it was. Anya shuffled in her seat, sitting up straight as she peered up questioningly at the new addition. They cleared their throat and ignored her entirely.

“Oi, [Name],” Jimmy’s grating voice sounded from the door. You barely lifted your head, earning an irritated noise from the man in question. “Curly needs you. Said he’s got something he wants you to take care of.”

Reluctantly, you closed the book and set it aside on the cot. Annoyance riddled your face as you slowly sat up, coming to your feet with a huff. “What kind of something?”

“The kind of something where you remember I’m also your superior, got it? Now, c’mon. We don’t have all day, it’s kind of urgent,” he replied as he turned on his heels and started walking away.

You rolled your eyes, giving Anya a look that said ‘Can you believe this guy?’, to which she giggled and shrugged her shoulders. Jimmy continued to walk away, presumably toward the cockpit as you scrambled to catch up with him. You followed him down the stairs, finally reaching his side. He barely turned to face you, doing what little he could to acknowledge your presence.

“How old are you again?” Jimmy asked, an uncomfortable smirk spreading across his thin lips.

You furrowed your brows. “Twenty. Why?”

“That’s a relief. I thought you were younger,” he started, still walking at a pace you found difficult to keep up with. “Guess you’re just a little immature for your age, huh?”

“Excuse me?” You stopped in your tracks in complete disbelief.

“Oh c’mon, babe. Y’know I don’t mean anything by it.” Jimmy finally turned to face you, shit-eating grin tugging his sharp features into a sickeningly satisfied expression. “We shouldn’t stall any longer. Curly’s waiting, remember?”

He kept walking, leaving you with no choice but to follow. It was of great interest to him to remind you exactly who was in charge on the Tulpar. After you reported to Curly, at the end of the day, you then also had to report to him. 

Jimmy opened the door to the cockpit entrance, motioning for you to take the lead now. Something made you uneasy about having him walk behind you, but you did as he suggested, walking toward the main room with a cautious step. As the door slid open, Curly greeted you with an enthusiastic smile. He sat leisurely in the co-pilot’s seat, legs spread with his elbows propped against his knees. His chin rested along his intertwined fingers as he leaned forward.

“Hey, [Name]! How was your break?” Curly asked, patting the captain’s chair for you to sit.

Jimmy opened his mouth to protest, but quickly closed it when the captain shot him a dismissive look. Instead, he took a seat in the extra chair in the back, grumbling something under his breath.

“Good. Not long enough,” you said with a timid smile of your own.

“They never are, are they?” Curly laughed. “This will be fun for you, I promise. I’ve got a test for you, if you’re up for it.”

Your interest piqued as you watched him wink, nodding toward the various monitors before the two of you. You followed his direction, gaze fixing on the green screens. The forest of tech was straining on the eyes, but you couldn’t look away when you noticed exactly what he was talking about. On the main rudimentary map, a small asteroid moved closer to the Tulpar, venturing slowly onto the grid. 

“I knew you’d catch on quick. It’s an easy fix, you know that. Just have to steer the ship out of the way. Simple, right?” the captain proposed, his tone encouraging and confident. “Normally we’ve got autopilot engaged, so we don’t have to worry about little guys like this, but the case is different when larger orbital bodies present themselves. Since this one is so small, I thought we could put your piloting skills to the test. If you’re going to be like me, you’ll need to have manual steering down. Think you can handle it?”

You looked back to Curly, practically beaming at the prospect of steering the ship all on your own. “Seriously? Yeah, I can handle it!”

“Curly,” Jimmy croaked, grabbing the attention of both of you. “You really think this is a good idea? She’s never done this before. One wrong move and we could all lose some credits.”

“It’s a matter of left or right, Jim. If you can do it, she can do it. Stop having such little faith in our apprentice,” Curly replied sternly.

You swallowed a lump in your throat, looking back to the screens as the ship steadily approached the asteroid. A warning flared on the screen, announcing the impending possibility of impact. The captain shifted in his seat as he faced you once again, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Don’t listen to him. Jimmy’s got a one track mind. We’ve both got faith in you.”

You nodded. Curly disengaged autopilot and ushered you to take hold of the steering controls. All you had to do was keep the ship steady as you passed the asteroid. Simple. Your fingers grazed the handles of the steering device with a nervous rumble in your chest.

An orbital body has been detected 20 AU ahead of the vessel.

Please make a manual correction 0.5° rightwards to avoid impact with unknown mass.

Carefully, you pushed the device to the right as instructed, approximately 0.5° as suggested by the console. The alerts dismissed themselves as your grip on the handles tightened. You kept hold of the ship, gently taking it past the orbital body.

“Nicely done! Smooth as butter,” Curly cheered, raising a hand for you to high-five him.

You quickly let go of the device, accidently knocking it to the left as you slapped your hand against his. The Tulpar rocked for a moment before the autopilot engaged once again and settled its position. You winced, causing the captain to laugh.

“That’s my fault. Don’t sweat it, nothing happened other than a little ‘turbulence’.” He raised his index and middle fingers, curling them as he gestured air quotes.

You grinned weakly, a touch of adrenaline making your leg bounce. Slowly, you stood up once more so Curly could have his chair back.

“I’d say you earned the rest of the day off. What do you think?” Curly suggested, relaxing in the captain’s seat as Jimmy took the co-pilot’s.

“But-” Jimmy started with his mouth agape.

“The day’s almost over, Jim. We don’t have enough work for three people either. Let the girl rest.”

“Thank you, Captain,” you replied.

“No need to thank me. Good work today,” The captain patted you on the back before he ushered you away, sending you off to relax.

“You’re too soft on her,” Jimmy mumbled as he turned to Curly, not even waiting for you to leave the room.

You didn’t care to hear what else the co-pilot had to say, his words venomous and laced with envy. The door slid open and you stepped out into the entry hall to the cockpit.

“She’s a highly capable pilot, Jim. What are you suggesting?” You heard Curly retort as the door shut abruptly. A proud smirk twisted on your face. You, a capable pilot. It had a nice ring to it.

Once in the hallway, you gradually made your way back to the medical bay. You could picture the book resting on the cot, practically calling out to you as its nonexistent voice beckoned you back to the sanctuary of Anya’s office. As you passed Utility, you noticed Daisuke pacing back and forth in front of the closed door. His brown eyes landed on you in an instant, almost like he was waiting for you. One of his typical wide, lopsided smiles stretch wide across the entirety of his face—the small gap between his two front teeth dark in contrast to his pearly whites.

“There you are! I went to Anya’s but you weren’t there. She said you were doing somethin’ important in the cockpit,” he exclaimed as he approached you. “Did you feel that earlier? It was like the whole ship was totally shoved or something. Nearly knocked me on my ass on my way here.”

“That was the ‘something important’ I was doing. Get this, I got to steer the ship,” you responded, voice in a higher pitch due to your lingering excitement.

“That was you? If that’s how you fly a space freighter, I can’t imagine how you drive,” Daisuke teased, playfully nudging you with his shoulder.

You snickered as the two of you walked toward the medical bay together now—Daisuke making sure to walk at your pace. “You have no room to talk. You don’t know the first thing about piloting, do you?”

“Nope, and that’s exactly how I plan to keep it. I promise you nobody wants me behind the steering wheel of one of these things,” he joked, his eyes fixed on you as you two rounded the corner.

“It’s not quite a steering wheel,” you corrected.

“My point exactly.” Daisuke chuckled softly. “So, how are you liking the book so far?”

He was clearly antsy to talk to you about it. Swansea had been reprimanding him all day, trying to keep the poor guy’s focus on the task at hand. Not that that was a new struggle for the two; Daisuke had trouble keeping his attention on one thing at a time.

“It’s really good! I haven’t gotten too far though. Duty calls and all that.”

Daisuke basically jumped as you spoke. “Yeah? It’s, like, one of my favorite books now.”

“I can see why,” you said, amused by his excitement.

Before you knew it, the door to the medical bay stood right in front of you. Daisuke stopped walking, standing still at your side as both of you paused. It seemed like his smile wasn’t going to go anywhere anytime soon. You bet that his cheeks probably hurt with that goofy thing stuck on his full lips.

“I wish I could chill out with you guys, but Swansea only let me go for ten minutes.” That wasn’t entirely a lie. In reality, Daisuke told Swansea he had to go to the bathroom. Technically, he should have been back five or so minutes ago, but he was pretty confident he could push ten. “I’ll leave you to read. No rush, but hurry up so we can talk about it!”

“That sounds a lot like rushing,” you teased, reaching for the door handle.

Just as your fingers made contact with the cool plastic, Daisuke's hand brushed against yours as he attempted to get the door for you. The touch was brief, but the warmth of his skin against yours made your heart skip a beat. You looked up at him only to find his wide eyes were already trained on yours. Breathing a laugh out of your nose, you pulled the handle and opened the door. The two of you mumbled awkward apologies to one another as you stepped through the doorway.

“I’ll see you later,” he said with a swallow, smiling sheepishly before walking backwards down the hall again.

You held his eye contact with your own semi-flustered expression. “Yeah, you too!”

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[blessedbyahuntress]

Just the Eldest Foster

Chapter One: Excuse My Sister, She's a Telepath. Now, What Were You Saying?

Warnings: Some swearing. Fitz

Word Count: 1.3k

“Miss Foster!” 

You sucked in a breath, going to yank your sister’s earbuds out by the cords before your teacher, Mr. Sweeney, could. 

It didn’t stop Mr. Sweeney from berating Sophie, though. “Have you decided that you’re too smart to pay attention to this information?”

You winced when you heard your sister’s mumbled response. “No, Mr. Sweeney.”

You were a year older than Sophie, but were often mistaken for the younger sibling, being a few centimeters shorter than her. Yet you made up for it in spirit- or, in many people’s opinion, annoyingness. You tried to stand out- hence the pastel clothes- and you often stood up for your sister when she got picked on. 

“Then perhaps you can explain why you were listening to your iPod instead of following along?” Mr. Sweeney asked.

You put your hands on your hips, jutting out your chin. “Then perhaps you can explain why you’re bugging her about music instead of teaching? Though I highly doubt anyone here would like to continue listening to your awful lesson, so by all means, keep going.”

A chorus of ooo’s echoed throughout the high school seniors. Mr. Sweeney’s nostrils flared. 

“Well then, Miss Y/N Foster, if my lesson is that boring, why don’t you explain to the class how the Lambeosaurus differs from the other dinosaurs we’ve studied?” His voice was dripping with ice. 

You smirked. “Gladly,” you said, fixing your teacher with your oddly colored eyes- one brown, the other blue with silver flecks. 

You remembered every fact you had seen on the information card in front of the display, and you recited everything you could think of. You didn’t have photographic memory like Sophie, but you did have eidetic memory- you could recall an image from memory with high precision, for at least a brief amount of time.

Mr. Sweeney scowled, and Sophie grabbed your forearm to get you to stop talking. Satisfied that you would stop shut up now, your teacher stalked away.

“You need to stop-” Sophie started.

“Nice job, superfreaks,” Garwin Chang sneered as tried to push you out of his way, only to frown when you didn’t budge. “Maybe they’ll write another article about you two. ‘Child Prodigy Teaches Class About the Lame-o-saurus.’” 

You shoved him with one hand, smirking when he stumbled back a step. “It’s Lambeosaurus. See, this is why you didn’t get into Yale.”

You kept smirking as he grabbed the collar of your shirt, lifting you off the ground. “You little-”

And then Garwin released his grip, causing you to fall on your bottom. You looked up in confusion, only to see him holding his hand to his eye. 

Nearly all of your attention was focused on the boy standing next to you. He was tall with dark hair, one fist clenched, the other gripping yesterday’s newspaper- the one with you and Sophie’s photo on the front. 

“Hasn’t anyone ever taught you not to assault a woman?” The boy shot you a glance, but you completely missed it, a smile flitting across your face as you watched Garwin’s reaction.

Garwin huffed and turned on his heels. “This isn’t over, odd eyes.”

As he stalked away, your rescuer turned toward you fully. His eyes met yours for the first time, and his widened. “You really do have odd eyes.”

You scowled and looked at Sophie, but your sister was just standing there, unhelpfully making heart eyes at the boy. 

The boy shook his head, as if clearing unwanted thoughts from his mind. “Sorry,” he apologized. “I didn’t mean-”

“It’s fine,” you lied. “I’m used to it.” 

The boy gave you a sympathetic look, offering you a hand. You finally realized you’d still been sitting on the ground. The boy gently pulled you to your feet, and you dusted off your jeans.

“Thanks,” you murmured.

“No problem,” he replied, looking between you and Sophie. He pointed to the newspaper. “Is this you?”

You raised your eyebrows at Sophie as she nodded. She looked so starstruck, you nearly snickered. 

“Yep,” you said simply.

“I thought so.” This time he addressed Sophie. “I didn’t realize your eyes were brown.”

“Uh… yeah. Why?” Your sister looked rather puzzled.

He shrugged. “No reason,” he said.

You had the feeling that you knew what Sophie was about to say, and you made a move to put a hand over her mouth, but not before she blurted, “are you in this class?”

You gave an exasperated sigh. Of course he wasn’t in your class!

But he only smiled. “No.” You really wanted to place his accent, but you just couldn’t. 

He pointed to an Albertosaurus. “Tell me something. Do you really think that’s what they looked like? It’s a little absurd, isn’t it?”

“Not really,” Sophie said at the same time as you said, “definitely.”

Your sister turned to you, eyebrows furrowed. “Why? What do you think they looked like?” She asked.

Before you could think of a response- to be frank, you couldn’t think of a reason, it just didn’t seem right to picture a creature as ugly as that existed- the boy cut in with a laugh. “Never mind. I’ll let you get back to your class. It was nice to meet you Sophie, Y/N.”

He turned to leave, but two classes of small children barged into the fossil exhibit. You watched a look of pain cross both of Sophie’s and the strange boy’s face. Rushing over and rubbing your sister’s back with comforting circles, you watched the boy’s reaction. 

“Did you just… hear that?” He asked in a soft voice. 

You knew what he was talking about- Sophie had told you about the voices, about hearing the thoughts of everyone except you. 

Sophie paled. 

“Who are you?” You demanded. “I thought only my sister could hear the thoughts of others.”

You reached out and gave Sophie’s hand a squeeze. 

“So you did.” He leaned in closer. “Are you a Telepath?” 

“Don’t react, don’t react, don’t react,” you repeated under your breath, clutching Sophie’s hand tighter as if you could will her not to flinch.

She did.

“You are!” The boy whispered. “I can’t believe it!” 

Still holding your sister’s hand, you started dragging her toward the exit. Sophie didn’t protest; she seemed frozen with shock. 

“Wait!” The boy said. “It’s okay! You don’t have to be afraid. I’m one too.”

He glanced at you for a split second, and his eyes conveyed his confliction. 

“My… name’s… Fitz.” He couldn’t seem to speak without hesitating under your sharp multicolored glare. 

“Well, Fitz.” Your voice was almost as piercing as your eyes. “We’ll be leaving now.”

That seemed to snap all of said hesitation away. He took a few steps toward you and grabbed your forearm. You looked down at his hand in both uncomfortability and slight anger. 

“It’s okay, Y/N. I’m here to help you. We’ve been looking for you for thirteen years.”

You felt your eyes widen and your mouth open to ask one of the questions swirling around your mind. 

But then it was Sophie’s turn to drag you through the doors. 

“Sophie, Y/N! Come back!” Fitz shouted. The footsteps that sounded behind you indicated that the boy was following you. 

You had always been the more athletic sibling, and soon it was you pulling Sophie along. 

Yet you could hear Fitz gaining on you, so you poured on the speed. 

You felt Sophie freeze as you were halfway across a crosswalk, making you whip your head toward the sound of screeching tires. Shit.

You were surely going to die.

[iamvegorott]

Superheros Need Magicians Pt2

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Jackie smiled softly as he chopped up some fruit, wanting to help make breakfast. JJ was at the stove on one side of him, working on some pancakes and placing the finished ones into the oven so they would stay warm. Marvin was on his other side, leaning back against the counter and sipping some tea as he continued reading the book Phantom had given him. Jackie had been filled in on what Marvin did while he was asleep, and he was feeling so much better knowing that he was finally willing to get some extra help. He was even planning on getting into more training himself. 

JJ placed the final pancake into the oven and turned the stove off. He glanced over to check on how Jackie was doing and nodded. 

“I’d say finish up that carton of strawberries, and that should be plenty for all of us.” JJ gave the bowl of different fruits a little shake. “I’ll be right back, and then we can melt some chocolates because you know that’s the only way to convince Anti to eat bananas.” 

“If you need chocolate for fruit, how do you get him to eat vegetables?” Marvin asked.

“Cheese.” Jackie and JJ said together. 

“Fair point.”

“I’ll be back in a few.” JJ excused himself and left the kitchen. Jackie went back to work cutting up the rest of the strawberries. 

“We should get you one of those ‘kiss the cook’ aprons.” Marvin joked as he reached over to pluck a piece of fruit from the bowl. 

“I think we got a few aprons somewhere. Don’t know what they say; they’re mostly JJ’s.” Jackie said. 

“If he’s dating Wilford, he probably has some interesting ones somewhere.” Marvin grinned and popped the fruit into his mouth. 

“I do not need that mental image.” Jackie played up his joke by scrunching his face. Marvin was taking a sip of tea when Jackie made his face, and it caused him to chuckle. The tea and fruit got stuck in his throat, and he started coughing. 

Jackie watched as Marvin’s eyes suddenly widened, and he dropped the book, turning and coughing more into the sink. His hand went to his neck, and he kept coughing and gasping, body shaking, and tears forming in his eyes.

“Marvin?” Jackie went over and placed a hand on Marvin’s back. “You okay, duckie?” 

“S-Sorry.” Marvin wheezed out, taking a second to clear his throat and sniff. “I couldn’t breathe, and it just…I don’t know. It felt overwhelming.” He thickly swallowed, sniffing again. “I’m okay, I promise. Just didn’t see that coming.” 

“Oh.” Jackie’s eyes went to Marvin’s neck, coaxing his hand away and replacing it with his own. His fingers gently felt the skin, swearing he could see those marks again. The marks that were left behind when Night hurt him. Just thinking about that caused a sour twisting in the pit of Jackie’s stomach; it traveled up his body and grabbed at the back of his brain. Digging into his mind and flicking on a different part of it that got him leaning in and pressing a kiss to Marvin’s neck. 

“Bug, I said I’m okay.” Marvin chuckled and then took a quick breath of shock when he felt teeth. “Jackie?” He was not expecting to have his body turned, so he leaned back against the counter. Jackie’s hand was on the curve of Marvin's back while the other gripped the counter’s edge, trapping him against it with his body. “Jackie~” Marvin breathed out when Jackie kept nipping at his neck, holding him tightly against himself and dragging his tongue across the skin. He really wasn’t expecting this reaction, but he was far from complaining. Marvin closed his eyes, ran his hands along Jackie’s upper arms, and tilted his head, happily letting him continue whatever he wanted. 

“And to think you yelled at me and Wilford.” JJ’s voice had Jackie snapping back to the present, and he fumbled back, his face as red as his hoodie almost instantly. Marvin just cleared his throat and turned his head as he fixed his perfectly fine hair. 

x~x~x

Marvin waited until after getting a text from Mare before sending himself and Jackie over to the place, having them appear in the living room. 

“He’s in the library,” Marvin told Jackie as he started walking. He held Phantom’s book, still working through it, but figured Mare should know what he’d already been working on. The book was going to stay with Marvin until he was finished, regardless. 

“Are you guys just gonna do some studying?” Jackie asked.

“Sounds like it. Probably more book recommendations and explanations on what I already know.” 

“A peaceful day.”

“You sound relieved.” 

“Sometimes we need a slow, boring day.”

“Studying magic isn’t boring.” 

“To nerds, it’s not.”

“This coming from the biggest dork of the Egos.” Marvin chuckled as he nudged Jackie with his elbow. 

“Dorks are more cool than nerds.” 

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, bug.” 

“I sleep pretty damn well, duckie.” 

“Are you two done?” Mare asked, leaning against the doorframe of the library entrance. “Are you ready to get to work, duckie?” 

“I’ll tell Mad you’re being mean.” Marvin threatened, getting a chuckle from Jackie and an eye roll from Mare. 

“Just get in here before I change my mind.” Mare turned and went into the library, Marvin and Jackie following him in. Jackie perked up and flopped himself down across the couch, taking his phone out and getting comfortable. 

“I’m shocked Mad’s not in here,” Marvin commented as he sat at a table with Mare.

“He and Phantom went over to the Ipliers not too long before you two got here,” Mare explained, pushing a few books toward Marvin. “The plan is to work until it’s close to dinner time; then I’ll round them up and call it a day.” 

“Hi, Jackie. Hi, Marvin.” Blank greeted as he came into the room, cell phone up to his ear. “Hey, Dad, can Robbie come over?” His question was pointed at Mare. 

“He can. Do I need to get him?”

“Nope. Anti’s waiting for the ‘good to go,’ and he’ll do it.” Blank said and then spoke to the phone. “You’re good to come over. I’m in the library.” He paused and tilted his head. “Anti wants to know where Papa is.” 

“He’s at the Ipliers.” 

“Okay. Dad says he’s at the Ipliers…cool.” Blank hung up the phone, and a moment later, Robbie appeared beside him. 

“Oh…hey,” Robbie said when he noticed Marvin and Jackie. 

“We’ll be in my room,” Black said as he took Robbie’s hand and took off with him. Marvin noticed how there was a bit of a smile on Robbie’s face as they left. 

“Papa?” Marvin asked.

“It’s a pretty new thing he’s started calling Mad.” Mare shrugged. 

“What was Mad’s reaction?” Jackie asked. 

“He confirmed that he was the one being called Papa and then hugged Blank. It was pretty chill.” Mare answered. 

“Mad must have guessed that it was coming or something. I’m shocked Robbie isn’t also calling Chase dad yet.” Marvin said. 

“Blank’s a lot more, like, bubbly.” Jackie waved a bit with his hands with the last word. “And Robbie’s got that..uh…”

“Teenage angst?” Marvin finished for him. 

“Yeah.” Jackie weakly laughed and rubbed the side of his neck. 

“He certainly doesn’t when he’s with Blank,” Mare muttered.

“Oh?” Marvin hummed with a grin. “Tell me more.” 

“I’m not gossiping about my son’s love life. We have work to do.”

“Boo.” 

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Tag List: @rainymae523

[ender-cloud]

That new TGS update made me physically ill holy shit! Spoilers under cut

I feel like we all knew that this would happen but I wasn’t actually ready for it, Like god Lanyon you truly were screwed over

THIS MADE ME LIKE AGAHBAGWGAVEVS!!!

Also after this the “I wanted to be the person you needed me to be” makes me just feel so agshabaggas JEKYLLLL!!! It broke my heart and im still not ok.

Even after jekyll admitted it was him Lanyon still wanted to find an excuse how it couldn’t be at first and it’s just like, Lanyon! You can’t be doing this to me man!

Also, just, Jekyll saying that Hyde was a mistake is a punch to the gut, because i get how he can think that but Hyde is still like a part of Jekyll he separated from himself! Does he think that part of himself was a mistake? Or does he think that ever separating Hyde from him was a mistake? Because these two things can have very different meanings.

If he thinks that part of himself was a mistake: he hates a part of himself that he cant control which is something a lot of people experience but its still not ideal, But its also Fucked up, Because Hyde has become his own person and Jekyll is acting like he Dosent exist, like Hyde can’t hear all of this

But on the other hand if he thinks it was a mistake separating Hyde from himself might mean that he can see that maybe it would be better if he still had that part with him and this shows his growth from who he used to be. Finally realizing that it still makes him, him, again something some people need to overcome in real life.

Though it is most likely the first option but i can only hope its the second

I know that Lanyon’s reaction is probably the most important but I really want to see Jaspers and Rachels reactions too because we havent even gotten a glimpse of them in the background and it’s just heightening my curiosity, because Rachel was close to both of them so she’s the one im most interested in after Lanyon.

ANYWAY! BACK TO THE PAIN!!!

Im going to be honest i think Lanyon is valid for this because yes it has been 2 years and He and Jekyll have been friends for long enough to where you would have this trust base relationship.

Also they just got together romantically which would fuck up Lanyons mind even more. Like way to go Jekyll breaking the foundation of trust in a relationship in your first day of being in one. I can see how he might feel like his feelings are being played with, Hyde would avoid him, and ive been mentioning this so often but like if someone you thought was your friend and they had an Alter ego that avoided you wouldnt you be hurt?

I feel like im shitting on Jekyll a lot, and I don’t mean to because I like Jekyll!! Dont get me wrong!!! But you have to admit that it is his fault, he’s not always the victim, its the people around him who’s being affected by his actions. It was Jekyll’s choice to continue to drink the potion, it was Jekyll’s choice not to tell Lanyon, there was no outside force making him do this.

And you can’t say that Hyde was making him continue to drink the potion because for 1; i doubt that in the beginning Hyde would be able to bother him that much only starting out, im sure it was another thing that developed over time with the potions use and 2; as we saw Jekyll could’ve thrown away those potions on his own terms at any time, he didn’t have to make more.

I just wanted to make this known because i feel like it needs to, do i like Jekyll? Yes. Do i feel bad for him? Yes. Do i think he’s the victim in the situation? No, because of the reasons above. But really, I don’t hate Jekyll, and its not like its always his fault, no, but in this situation it was his actions that lead to this.

I got really sidetracked so heres some of the other images i saved because this is getting really long.

Them both crying Makes this so much worse like, these two almost never show their emotions around people, and now in front of everyone they are about to breakdown, it just makes my chest tight, God dammit Sage this Chapter was painful

[chick-with-wifi]

The storyline and outfits of Mina Harker (League of Extraordinary Gentlemen)

We are introduced to Mina as a proper Victorian lady, polite and well dressed, who has been widowed for many years. (Please see the image descriptions for more details about her appearance.)

When the group meets with her former lover Dorian Gray in an attempt to recruit him, Mina learns about his immortality for the first time. This is demonstrated by her surprise when Quartermain corrects her assumption by saying, "Quite the reverse. It was Gray visiting Eton...and I was the boy."

During the fight with the Fantom's men, Mina witnesses his invulnerability when she cries out for him upon seeing him shot, but he is unharmed.

When the fight is over, a survivor threatens Mina with a knife to her neck. Revealing that she is a vampire, she brutally kills him.

Afterwards, she holds up a compact mirror. Vampires often don't have reflections and, since she is angling the mirror away from herself and Sawyer points out that she missed some blood, it is possible that she isn't looking at herself. She's looking at the others to see how they react to something she's kept so tightly under wraps for so long.

She puts her hair back up, wipes away the last spots of blood and politely comments, "excuse me", as if trying to return to the image of propriety, despite what they have just seen.

Although her display shocked the team, their reactions range from impressed (Nemo) to forced nonchalance (Sawyer) and curiosity (Skinner). Dorian claims this discovery is enough to renew his interest in joining the League - or rather, he's pretending it is new information for him since, as far as Mina is aware, he didn't know.

Aboard the Nautilus, Mina's appearance is slightly more relaxed.

When she and Dorian get some time alone, he tells her about the painting that ages instead of him and she asks when he last saw it. Having finally found someone like herself, and not just anybody but her ex she still has feelings for, she wants to know how long he's been alive.

Dorian offers her a nightcap and, when the glass breaks, she licks the blood off her fingers. For once she doesn't need to hide part of herself and this freedom adds to the eroticism of the moment for her.

When they arrive in Venice, Mina has both literally and metaphorically let her hair down, and is wearing a looser outfit.

During the chase, she does not hesitate to use the full range of her powers in front of her teammates, including transforming into a swarm of bats and climbing up the side of a building. Also in this scene, Quartermain declares that "the vampire lady has us covered!" which indicates he has moved past both his assumption that she is nothing but a distraction and his disapproval of her unladylike conduct.

Upon learning Dorian is the mole, Mina is furious and insists on killing him herself. ("Not Gray. He's lived long enough.") It is worth noting that the two of them were the only characters on first-name terms, but now she uses his surname.

Before the team go their separate ways for the final fight, they stack their hands on top of each other. Like Sawyer says in a deleted scene, M may have brought them together under false pretenses, but that was his mistake - bringing them together.

Mina is pre-emptively in her full vampire form. After keeping her powers secret or only using them for self-defense in the heat of the moment, she arrives ready to use them for premeditated murder. And during this fight, she doesn't hold back. She gives in completely to the vampiric nature she spent so long hiding. She uses all of her speed and agility, aiming for fatal strikes, and even tells Dorian, "Do you realize what you've done? What you've let out of me?"

Mina kills the one person who understood her experiences, who she wouldn't have outlived. And as he crumbles, she sees a reflection of what might one day happen to her if all the years she's lived, everything she's done, catches up with her.

At Quartermain's funeral, Mina is once again wearing her hat and veil. But this time, she is surrounded by people who know and accept her true self, even if they can't understand what it's like to be immortal. In response to Nemo saying he's done hiding and they are welcome to see the new century with him, she comments, "We've all been hiding in one form or another," using past tense, and follows him to the Nautilus.

[mysterialistic]

Over-analyzing the Yingdu Chapter [PART 1]

This is just an analysis and theories based on all the stuff we've seen so far for this chapter. It's a long one so bare with me please!

[also, english isn't my first language. Excuse my bad grammar.]

Ok, first things first: the synopsis. I'll leave the image with the official plot for the Yingdu Chapter because it'll help make things a bit easier to understand.

To me this synopsis makes two things very clear.

Number one is that we're going to see how Cheng Xiaoshi died, aka, probably starting the season with the whole context of this scene from season 2 (one of my theories is that CXS died during a dive, but that's for another post lol):

And, of course, this scene right here too:

We're finally going to discover what's the photo LG uses. Given the fact that the synopsis mentions "back to the begging", it's probably a picture of LG and CXS when they met in high school or when they're in college, which, I must point out, they're still attending during the time they go to Yingdu. For the photo to be from their college years makes more sense if we take this into consideration.

Now, the second thing that the synopsis makes clear, is that this is Lu Guang's first attempt at saving Cheng Xiaoshi. Why? Well, for that we need to get into the recently released teaser.

The teaser shows us that Lu Guang is having some sort of nightmare. Some believe that this is a real thing, but to me it seems way too abstract (also it makes sense considering all the drowning symbolism they've shown us). The nightmare could possibly start with the flashback of Cheng Xiaoshi's death, leading to Lu Guang falling into the water, sinking as he's surrounded by photos (btw, the pictures have pieces of the postcard with a building that CXS places on the table during the teaser, but we'll discuss that in a minute), then he appears in this weird place with a clock and the word "Bridon" written with red strings (threads of fate?)

Lu Guang once again falls into the water and then he sees a white light, tries to reach it and Vein appears saying: "you want more punishment?", which aligns with this text on the teaser:

Lu Guang wakes up scared, extremely nervous, very different from the composed LG that we know. To me this reaction is due to this being his first attempt at saving Cheng Xiaoshi. He doesn't know what to expect, he just broke his rules and someone knows it. Even worse, someone wants to punish him for doing so.

Now, let's go to another interesting point of the synopsis: "However, a photo with clues about CXS's parents appeared at the photo studio". This right here is tricky.

The "however" to me implies that this is something that has never happened before. A mysterious deviation of the "path of fate" that Lu Guang "retraces" (like the synopsis says). Now, what is this picture that contains clues? Apparently, it's this one:

It's a building)? And this probably also contains some sort of letter or note with information about Cheng Xiaoshi's parents, specifically his dad who's name is mentioned by Liu Xiao as he interrogates the grown man.

Another interesting thing to point out is that one of the texts on the teaser says "HE may be in Yingdu!" I'm pretty sure it's CXS talking about his dad.

Something that caught my attention is that in this section of the teaser, where they show CXS placing the postcard in the table, he and QL are fighting)? Is she maybe suspicious about this sudden clue? Does she have a bad feeling?

Ok, Tumblr doesn't let me put more images, so I'll continue in PART 2

[neuroprincess]

Peanut - Elle Greenaway/Female Reader

Elle Greenaway/Female Reader

Summary: Elle doesn't show up for another appointment and Y/N is frustrated not having her wife by her side when she needs most, while she's carrying their Peanut.

Classification: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Swearing, pregnancy, sad talk, discussion

Word count: +1800

Unrevised

The pregnant girl sighs as the doctor finishes running the gel over her belly, smiling what she knows is a pitying smile. This is already the third appointment she has gone to alone and there have been five so far as she is starting the second trimester. Y/N tried to smile back, but it didn't reach the eyes and she swore she might cry right there, finally managing to swallow tears to continue the procedure. Dr. Mitchell approached again, this time placing the ultrasound stick where the gel was passed and soon an image takes over the screen, it's still small, not like last time when it looked like a big headed bean. Everything seems to become much more real when the bean becomes a miniature human being with tiny little nose and arms.

"And this is your baby, see, they have arms, feet, hands and little fingers, now they are developing respiratory, muscular and hearing functions." the obstetrician says pointing to the baby's little limbs "And as you soon turn 15 weeks we can see the baby's gender."

"Does that mean they will soon start to hear us? And kick?" she asks hopefully and filling herself with excitement at the idea, something she has dreamed of since the positive test.

"I believe so, the baby will definitely hear you, but I can't bet they will kick that soon, if so, get ready because baby Greenaway will be a restless child." the woman jokes and works a few buttons on the machine as she moves the stick around the bulge "I was right, we are lucky, we can already know the gender, do you want it?"

"I..." Y/N starts to speak, automatically agreeing, but doesn't complete the sentence, thinking better of it. When she imagined and planned the pregnancy it was with wife by her side at all times, especially these, she wanted to find out alongside her as they share reactions or bet, that is not happening, at least not this afternoon "No, thank you. I think I'd rather wait."

"Right." Dr. Mitchell smiles and uses a tissue to wipe the gel from her belly, being careful "Now that the nausea has stopped you will experience some energy spikes and excessive hunger, the longer you can stay on the recommended diet the better." she goes over the last recommendations "Now I'm going to take some copies of the ultrasound, you can get ready."

"Okay..."

Less than half an hour later she is home again, taking off the sneakers that however comfortable they were are killing her, swollen feet won't let her wear anything but slippers, against her own body Y/N tried to look decent wearing her favorite pair of sneakers and a set of comfortable clothes, similar to yoga clothes. She takes a deep breath and lies down on the couch, pulling the blankets she leaves there for practicality, when the obstetrician told her about energy spikes she almost laughed when heard this, for the last few months she has been sleeping more than usual, taking random naps during the day and usually on the couch in the living room where the sun beats down creating a warm and calm atmosphere. This calmness is soon interrupted by the front door being opened, she knows who it is, but she doesn't want to see or hear her, not this time. She has already had to listen to many excuses that were accepted when the detective used those cute brown eyes to gain a little sympathy.

"Sweetie..." Elle approaches the couch, voice low and worried, the girl just covers the head with blanket without answering "I swear this time..."

"I don't want to hear you now."

"Don't be childish, the precinct..."

"Childish?" Y/N instantly gets up, throwing the blanket to the ground, eyes filled with anger and her heart aching, to her this doesn't seem fair, to either of them "I went for another fucking ultrasound without you, seriously, even the receptionist looks at me with pity. I'm tired, physically and emotionally. My feet are killing me, I've gained at least 11 pounds, fatigue makes me sleepy all day, I've cried watching Cinderella and I'm not complaining about you not being here to stay with me in these moments, but for you never being there for me in the only moments when I ask, no, beg for your presence."

"Y/N..."

"Be honest, do you really want it?" she shouts pointing to the apparent bulge.

"Please don't call our baby it." the detective's voice doesn't change at any point, she lowers her gaze and stares at where their child grows, it's now apparent, visible, just beautiful and she hadn't realized "Just..." tears gather at the edges and her lips pucker trying to control herself.

"Elle, I just wanted to have you there, with us, for us." now Y/N finds herself in the same state, trying not to cry the tears that have accumulated since the appointment.

"And I wanted to be there, I went to the clinic, but you had already left." the brunette approaches, just a few steps away from her wife, they face each other eye to eye "I swear I wanted to, we had an emergency case, her ex-husband found out where she was and... it was close, we got there in time before he could do something against her and the children."

"I'm sorry, now I sound so foolish, so selfish. I had no idea..." the girl turns away in shame and puts hands to her face as warm tears fall freely "I am really childish, you are right."

"Fuck, no, I'm not." Elle runs to her and hugs from behind, hands protectively wrapped around the belly, face nestled into her neck and suddenly her tears join the moment as well "You shouldn't have to go through this alone, we decided to be moms together and there is no excuse for my absence, I hadn't even realized the baby is already showing."

"Neither did I, until the shower. Geez, they're already here, it's real." she sighs and places her hand over the other woman's "And we have to stop cursing so much, Dr. Mitchell said they'll soon start listening to us if they aren't already."

"Really? Shit, I can't believe maybe the first thing Peanut has heard is our fight." the detective sighs and hugs her tighter, she pauses, thinking carefully about the words "I've been working too hard, even more than necessary, I think I subconsciously let my fear take over." Elle whispers against her wife's ear and tries to control herself, not wanting to cry anymore, failing miserably.

"Fear?"

"Yes, fear, very fear of not being enough or what you need, at the first ultrasound I almost fainted seeing the little human being we made, so small, helpless and dependent on us. So when a call comes in to the police station I am there, I don't know why, maybe trying to prove that I am worthy of you, of the gift you are carrying. Trying to make the world safe for when she arrives."

"She?" Y/N catches the small detail in her wife's speech, just her who swore even before the insemination that they would have a boy, confident of it. She turns around staring into confused chocolate eyes "How..."

"I thought you found out this afternoon, at the second appointment Dr. Mitchell had told us that starting this pregnancy week we might be able to know the gender and her assistant congratulated us." Elle whispers and her mouth opens in realization "Oh, you didn't know.... I don't understand, you were so looking forward to it."

"I told her I wanted to wait."

"I'm sorry, sweetie. I messed up..."

"No, you didn't. I wanted to find out with you, but finding out from you is even better." she wipes away the tears and smiles, a weight being lifted from her chest by this moment "We're having a girl!"

"We're having a girl! Our little girl!" Elle gets excited and cracks a big smile, the fact hitting her like a train, in five months they will have a child in their arms who will be the princess of the Greenaway family, the first daughter and the first granddaughter of her mother, Eva "My mom is going to spoil her so much, damn, me too! I can already picture Mom teaching Peanut spanish, dressing her and doing fancy hairstyles. I didn't see that coming..."

"I know... I just hope she has your smile and dimples, then she could have the world in her hands." Y/N stares at her in awe and hugs her tightly, head against the woman's chest, hearing heart beating fast and feeling fingers stroking through her hair as she hugs her back "You know, I didn't expect it either, you were so confident we would have a boy that I was believing your intuition."

"Hey, it's detective intuition."

"That's why." they break away from the embrace staring at each other.

"I promise, for my life, that I will not miss any more appointments. If I'm late you can punish me, all your right." the brunette squeezes the girl's hands and looks at her tenderly, a depth of pain in her eyes for having done such a thing, she would never forgive herself for missing such important moments of pregnancy and leaving her wife alone when she should have had her by side, giving her all the love, affection and support "And I'll go back to my normal schedule, I'll come home on time, without looking for more cases and I'll be there, always."

"I will believe you. But the first slip-up you sleep on the couch."

"Fair enough!"

"And stop putting yourself in danger, our daughter needs both moms." Y/N touches her face, voice almost breaks mid sentence, being a detective's wife is living in constant fear of a call with bad news and now they are adding a third family member to the mix "I think we need a name for her, we only think of names for boys.... And no, we're not naming Peanut as Roberta."

"It's the female version of my dad's name, our daughter..."

"No."

"You're the boss." Elle smiles and lifts her onto the lap catching her behind the thighs, strong arms holding her tightly, lips close inches apart "I will reward you for every thing, every absence, every teardrop. How can I start?" she asks suggestively.

"Well, I'm hungry, so you can start by preparing dinner because I'm exhausted." the girl smiles knowing she has thwarted her seduction plans.

"And what Dr. Mitchell said about sex?"

"We can, with limitations."

"Perfect." their lips come together in a slow and tender kiss, it's gentle, both feel as if all the pain and frustration of the day left after the conversation is gone for good, keeping only the joys of shared motherhood and the euphoria of knowing they are having a little girl "I'll let you sleep now, how about some beef stew?"

"With potatoes?"

"And carrots."

"Great!" Y/N smiles and kisses her again "Be quick, Peanut is hungry."

[blakeswritingimagines]

There's No Easy Way Of Knowing

Summary: Rather than before your new marriage, Sigurd takes his time finding the perfect gift just for you.

Word Count: 3.5k

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Vikings characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Once upon a time, there was a brave and mighty warrior named Sigurd. He was the leader of the greatest army in all of Scandinavia, with his mighty sword and shield, he conquered many lands and brought forth many victories for his people. He was a mighty warrior who was feared by many, and respected by all.

You, his newly wedded partner, was a strong and independent person who admired Sigurd’s bravery and strength, but also feared his ruthlessness on the battlefield. You knew he was a good man at heart, but you also wondered if he truly valued you as an equal in the relationship. Sigurd had been acting strange as of late, often disappearing for hours on end, always making up vague excuses about matters needing his attention, even going so far as sneaking out late at night when he thought you'd be asleep. You knew he was up to something, and a pang of insecurity began to grow in your stomach. Despite his cold demeanor, Sigurd truly loved you with all his heart. He had been working day and night in secret, forging a gift that was worthy of your beauty and strength. But being the cheeky devil he is, Sigurd has been sneaking around, making sure you haven't noticed. He knew how observant you were, and he had to be careful to keep his gift a surprise.

The gift he had been working on was something he wanted to be absolutely perfect. He didn’t want to merely show you how much he loved you. He wanted to make you remember your wedding day forever. That’s why it was taking so much time and effort, and why he was also spending more time away from home. He wasn't too sure why he felt the need to sneak around, but perhaps he was worried you might find out too soon or he might let it slip without thinking. As the days passed, you have been noticing Sigurd had been gone more often, and the fact, that he would come in after dusk. He would give you a simple hug, and then crawl into bed, falling asleep almost instantly. You tried your best to ask him what he has been doing, yet all he would say is. 'You will find out soon enough'. Sigurd had been on a secret mission, trying to capture a young kitten for you as a gift. He had been sneaking out every night to look for one, and recently he had gotten lucky. One evening, after a few weeks of searching, he finally spotted a small kitten. He quickly and carefully approached it and picked it up. He was unaware that it was a lynx, thinking it was just a normal cat. The little kitty, which looked like a normal kitten, meowed loudly in protest as he held it carefully in his arms.

Sigurd tried to calm down the little kitty, as it was squirming around in his arms, meowing in protest. He whispered quietly to it, "Calm down, little one. I'm not going to hurt you." He held the cat close to his chest and started making his way back home. Sigurd couldn't believe he had actually found a cat, a very feisty one at that. He looked down at the cat, which was now eyeing him with a mix of curiosity and annoyance. As Sigurd quietly approached your shared home, he carefully opened the door, trying not to make any noise. He stepped inside and shut the door behind him, still holding the cat in his arms. He knew you were probably asleep in bed, but it was still quite early, and he didn't want to wake you up just yet. He carefully made his way to the living room, where he slowly placed the cat down on the floor, wondering how you would react to its feisty personality. The cat, a feisty little creature, immediately began to explore its new surroundings. It sniffed and mewled at different objects, its curiosity piqued. Sigurd stood by, watching with a small smirk on his face, anticipating your reaction when you saw the little bundle of fur. The little kitty continued its exploration of the living room, its tiny paws pitter-pattering across the floor. It eventually began to climb onto the couch, its long tail swishing back and forth. Sigurd chuckled quietly, finding it amusing how much energy the little creature had. He decided to go check on you and see if you had awakened from all the noise. He quietly made his way to your bedroom, opening the door silently.

As he entered the room, he saw you still asleep in bed, a peaceful expression on your face. Sigurd smiled as he looked at you, feeling grateful for the wonderful partner he had. He walked over to the bed and sat down beside you, careful not to wake you up. He leaned in and gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead, just watching you sleep for a moment. After a few moments, Sigurd decided it was time to wake you up. He gently touched your shoulder and whispered, "Wake up, my dear. I have a surprise for you." Your eyes fluttered open, and you groggily looked at Sigurd, still half-asleep. Sigurd watched as you slowly woke up, a hint of annoyance on your face for being woken up so suddenly. He suppressed a smirk, knowing that he had successfully woken you up without waking the tiny creature in his arms. He gently continued, "I have something to show you, my love. I think you'll like it." You sat up in bed, rubbing your eyes and trying to wake up properly. You looked at Sigurd, a mixture of curiosity and sleepiness on your face. "What is it?" you asked, still groggy from being woken up.

Sigurd felt a wave of excitement run through him as you sat up in bed, still half-asleep and confused. He could see the curiosity in your tired eyes, and he knew that he had your attention. He replied, "I have something special to show you, my love. Something that I think you’ll be very pleased with." He smiled mischievously, knowing that you were in for quite the surprise. You raised an eyebrow, now fully awake and intrigued. You looked at him with a curious expression on your face. "Alright, I'm listening. What is it?" you asked, now fully awake and interested. You scooted closer to him, waiting for him to reveal his surprise. Sigurd chuckled at your eagerness, enjoying how you had woken up completely from the mention of a surprise. He loved seeing the curiosity in your eyes, knowing that he had your attention. He replied, "I can’t just tell you, my love. You’ll have to come see for yourself." He gestured for you to get out of bed. You chuckled and rolled your eyes, amused by his teasing. You slowly got out of bed, still a bit groggy but filled with curiosity. "Alright, I'm coming. But this better be good," you said, following Sigurd out of the bedroom and into the living room.

Sigurd chuckled again as you got out of the bed, clearly intrigued by the surprise he had in store. He led the way to the living room, with you following behind him, still a bit tired but full of curiosity. He could feel your anticipation growing with every step, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit excited himself. "I assure you, my love, you won’t be disappointed," he said, hiding a smirk as he came to a stop in front of the sofa. You followed Sigurd into the living room, your curiosity growing with every second. You tried to peer around him to see what he had in store, but he was blocking your view. Finally, he came to a halt in front of the sofa, and you tried to peer around him again, still trying to catch a glimpse of the surprise. "Show me already," you said, playfully swatting his arm. Sigurd chuckled as you tried to peer around him, clearly impatient to see the surprise. He could feel your curious gaze boring into him, but he kept his stance firm, preventing you from seeing the surprise. When you playfully swatted his arm, he feigned offense, acting like he had been hurt. "Hey! A little patience, my love," he said, trying to keep his cool. He could feel your impatience growing, but he wanted to tease you a bit more before revealing the surprise. Finally, Sigurd stepped away, revealing the tiny kitten sitting quietly on the sofa. Your eyes widened in surprise and delight as you saw the little ball of fur. The kitten looked up at you, its big, curious eyes studying you. "It's a cat!" you exclaimed, your eyes brightening with excitement. You slowly approached the sofa, reaching out a tentative hand to pet the kitten.

Sigurd watched with a proud smile as your eyes widened in surprise and delight upon seeing the kitten. He knew that you had always wanted a pet, and he had wanted to surprise you with something special. The little ball of fur looked up at you, its big, curious eyes studying you intently. When you exclaimed, "It's a cat!" he chuckled softly and watched as you approached the sofa. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, as he watched you tentatively reach out a hand to pet the cat. You gently stroked the kitten's soft fur, and it let out a soft mewling sound, nuzzling its head against your hand. You couldn't help but smile as the little creature responded to your touch. "It's so soft!" you exclaimed, looking at Sigurd with excitement. "Where did you find it? It's adorable!" Sigurd observed as you stroked the kitten's soft fur, and it responded with a soft mewling sound, nuzzling its head against your hand as if wanting more from you. He couldn't help but smile at how quickly the little creature had taken a liking to you. As you asked where he had found the cat, he answered, "I found it in the forest near our home." He pushed off the wall and stepped closer to you, watching the interaction between you and the cat with a soft smile. "I knew as soon as I saw it that it would make the perfect gift for you."

You continued to pet the kitten, who was now purring softly in your lap. You looked up at Sigurd, touched by his thoughtfulness. "It's perfect," you said, a soft smile on your face. "But why a cat? I know I've talked about wanting a pet, but I didn't think you were listening." Sigurd chuckled softly as he watched you pet the kitten, which was now purring contently in your lap. He could see the genuine appreciation on your face as you spoke, and he was pleased that his gift had been so well-received. At your question, he replied, "I may act like I'm not listening sometimes, but I do pay attention to what you say. I know you've mentioned wanting a pet before, and I just had to find the right one for you." You looked at him with a mix of gratitude and disbelief. "You're full of surprises," you said a warm smile on your face. "I never would have expected you to remember something like that. But I'm glad you did. This little one is already making me smile." You gently scratched the kitten under its chin, and it responded with a contented mewling sound. Sigurd chuckled, a bit self-satisfied at your surprised reaction. "Well, I do like to keep you on your toes," he said with a cheeky grin. He approached you and placed a warm hand on your shoulder, watching as you gently scratched the kitten under its chin. The little creature mewled in contentment, and he felt a sense of pride at having picked out a gift that had already had such a positive effect on you. "I'm glad you like it. I thought it would be a nice addition to our home."

"I don't just like it, I love it," you said, looking up at Sigurd with a huge smile. "And it's perfect for our home. It's almost like it was meant to be." You leaned back on the sofa, still holding the kitten in your lap. It was now purring loudly and rubbing its head against your shirt, clearly enjoying the attention. As you held the kitten in your lap, it continued to purr loudly and rub its head against your shirt, clearly enjoying the attention. Sigurd sat beside you on the sofa, watching the two of you with a fond smile. "Have you thought of a name for it yet?" he asked, curious to know what you would call your new pet. You looked down at the kitten, which was now batting at your fingers with its tiny paws. You hadn't thought about a name yet, but now that Sigurd had asked, you tried to come up with something. "I haven't decided yet," you replied, thinking aloud. "I want something unique, but also something that suits its personality." You looked down at the kitten, which was still cuddling in your lap. "I got it." Sigurd looked at you curiously, eager to know the name you had chosen. "Well, what is it?" he asked a hint of excitement in his voice. "I'm going to call it Loki," you said, a small smile on your face. Sigurd raised an eyebrow, a bit surprised by the name choice. "Loki? As in the Norse god?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You nodded, looking up at him with confidence. "Yes, Loki. It just seems to fit him. He's sneaky and mischievous, just like the god of trickery," you explained with a grin. Sigurd chuckled a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Well, I suppose that's fitting. But let's just hope he doesn't start causing too much trouble."

A few months had passed since Sigurd had surprised you with the little stray cat known now as Loki. The mischievous growing bigger-than-normal feline was now a part of your life, and you had grown quite fond of its presence. Today, you found yourself spending a lazy day at home with Sigurd, enjoying each other's company. Loki, as usual, was sitting in a patch of sunlight by the window, lazily grooming itself. You both sat together in the warm sunlight, enjoying the peaceful moment when something caught your eye. As you watched Loki grooming itself, you noticed that the feline had grown significantly larger than the average cat. It now resembled a lynx, with its pointed ears and sleek, muscular build. "Say," you said, breaking the comfortable silence, "have we been feeding Loki too much?" Sigurd glanced at Loki too, and his eyes widened a bit as he observed the cat's size and features. "He has grown quite a bit, hasn't he?" he noted, sounding puzzled. He then nodded in agreement as you asked if they had been feeding Loki too much. "Perhaps we have been a bit generous with his treats. But I've never seen a cat grow so big and develop such features." You both continued to watch Loki, who was now blissfully unaware of your observations. The oversized feline continued to groom itself, its pointed ears twitching occasionally as if sensing your stares. You couldn't help but feel a sense of bewilderment at how much Loki had changed in such a short amount of time. "What should we do?" you asked, looking at Sigurd. "Should we cut back on the food?"

Sigurd pondered your question, scratching his chin thoughtfully. "It might be wise to cut back on the food for a while," he said, still observing Loki intently. "We don't want him getting too chubby and unhealthy." He chuckled softly, a hint of amusement in his voice. "If he keeps growing like this, we might have a miniature lynx on our hands instead of a cat." You laughed at Sigurd's remark, imagining the hilarious sight of a miniature lynx in your home instead of a cat. You had to admit, Loki's impressive size and lynx-like features were rather captivating. "You're right," you said. "We can start cutting back on the food and see how he adjusts." You couldn't help but wonder, however, if there was something more to Loki's transformation than just overfeeding. You and Sigurd had implemented the decision to cut back on Loki's food, but the oversized feline didn't seem to show any significant change. In fact, it seemed as if he had continued to grow larger, and his lynx-like features were even more pronounced. His pointed ears were even more prominent, and his body was sleek and muscular, almost eerily resembling that of a young lynx. As you observed Loki one morning, the realization hit you. "Sigurd," you spoke softly, "I think something's a bit strange." Sigurd, who had been nearby, heard your comment and turned to look at you. He followed your gaze to Loki, who was now lounging in his favorite spot of sunshine. He observed the feline for a moment, and his eyes widened as he too realized how much Loki had changed over the past few weeks. "You're right," he said, his voice tinged with concern. "This isn't just normal growth. There's definitely something unusual about Loki."

You both continued to watch Loki, who seemed completely unbothered by your gazes. The oversized feline stretched lazily, showing off its muscular frame, and its pointed ears pricked up as if sensing the change in your demeanor. "What could it be?" you wondered aloud, feeling a hint of unease. "Is it possible that he's not just a regular cat after all?" As Sigurd stood there, intently observing Loki, a realization dawned on him. He remembered the day he had found Loki in the woods, and a pang of guilt washed over him. He had thought he was bringing home a regular stray cat, but now it seemed that he had unknowingly brought home a baby lynx instead. "Ah," he muttered, a hint of embarrassment in his voice. "I think I may have made a slight error when I found Loki in the woods." You looked at him quizzically, curious about the sudden change in his tone. "What do you mean?" you asked, furrowing your brow. Sigurd sheepishly scratched the back of his head, still feeling a bit sheepish. "Well," he said, "It seems that I may have mistook a baby lynx for a stray cat. I had no idea that was what Loki actually was until now."

You stared at him, a mix of surprise and intrigue on your face. "A lynx?" you repeated, your eyebrows raising in disbelief. "How did you not notice that Loki was a lynx? They look quite different from regular cats." Sigurd shrugged sheepishly, clearly feeling a bit embarrassed. "I guess I just wasn't paying close enough attention," he admitted. "I was so focused on finding a cute little cat to bring home to you that I didn't even register that Loki wasn't a regular cat. I should have known better." You couldn't help but laugh softly at Sigurd's confession. "Well, I must say, it's quite a hilarious mistake to make," you teased. "Did you really not notice the distinctive ears and size?" Sigurd chuckled sheepishly, realizing the absurdity of his mistake. "In hindsight, it seems obvious," he admitted. "But at the time, I was just so excited to gift you a pet that I didn't think twice. I guess I was a bit too caught up in the moment to notice the glaring differences between a lynx and a cat." As you laughed together about the amusing mistake, Sigurd couldn't help but smile at your contagious laughter. He stepped closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into a warm embrace. "Maybe I'm a bit scatterbrained when it comes to finding you a pet," he said, his voice laced with affectionate amusement. "But I guess you can't blame me for being so eager to make you happy. After all, I love seeing you smile."

You chuckled, melting into his embrace. "I suppose I can forgive you for the mix-up," you said, a smile still on your lips. "But I have to admit, having a baby lynx as a pet is pretty unique. No one else can say they have a lynx lounging around their home like a housecat." Sigurd nodded, holding you close. "True," he said, his eyes drifting over to Loki, who was now basking in the sunlight. "And I have to say, Loki is quite the character. He's grown so big and has such unique features. It's a bit surprising, but I think he fits in quite well with our little family." You nodded in agreement, looking over at Loki as well. "I agree," you said, a warm feeling filling your chest. "Loki may be a bit different from a regular cat, but he's become such a part of our lives now. Having a baby lynx as a pet may not have been what we intended, but it's certainly a charming and unexpected addition to our home."

[trixieeatingpinecones]

Hey everyone, October 2024 Mike talking here. I've scoured several pony image sites, done a few more general searches, and picked up the slack from all the images I didn't post back in 2012-2014. I've scheduled posts to come out 3 times per week for almost 3 months, and now for the first time in 12 years, my Unposted folder is finally empty.

To celebrate, I whipped up this gif of 19 pics of Trixie sitting at different angles, ordered to turn from left to right. All the same idea, but such a range of art styles and ideas.

All different emotions, expressions, reactions, conveyed using different techniques with different tools. That's what it's always been about, giving someone a nonsensical prompt and seeing what it immediately conjures up in each artist's head.

Right now, this is the last post I've got queued. I think I'm finally caught up. I hope new pictures keep popping up, and that people submit them. I want to schedule more posts, and bury this one's sense of finality several pages into the blog, for people to stumble on and read with confusion on their faces.

I don't want to stop, but that depends on how many people draw, and how many submissions come in.

As intrinsically stupid as this little forced meme is, I think there's meaning in having it around, having a template to start from, having a quick pitch to motivate some creativity. And if it's something silly like this, then there's really nothing to lose with failure, so you'd might as well get experimental with it, try something new, stretch your skills.

In a broader sense, I think this applies to making brony content in general. It's fanart for My Little Pony, there's an inherent silliness underpinning all of it, and so if you do something that you'd normally find embarrassing, it's easier to laugh along with it, shrug it off, and get better for next time.

There's a fear of failure that prevents people from ever trying new creative endeavours. But this fandom is a community that feeds itself, and keeps itself alive. Content driving content, inspiration driving inspiration. The people just want more fandom stuff to enjoy.

If it's stupid, or cringe, then it'll show newbies that they can pass that barrier of entry. It'll inspire other artists to try and improve on what you've done, and maybe collaborate with you to improve everyone's skills at the same time.

If you give it your all and fail, then you've added something that everyone can use to learn and benefit from, including yourself, and you're not being any more ridiculed than before. But if you give it your all and succeed, then you can be proud that you've made something truly great, that your peers will cherish and celebrate, and that can be flaunted as a point of pride even outside of the fandom's bubble.

So, if you've got a friend who's got artist's block, or wants more experience, needs an excuse to try some dynamic angles or a new style, or they're nervous about putting themselves out there with something sub-par, tell them they can't go wrong drawing Trixie eating a pinecone, and tell 'em Mike says hi.

With Love and Tolerance since Season 1, ~ BronyMike

[susie-dreemurr]

Arcane s2: ep 1 - 3 reaction

After putting it off for so long, finally started season two! Compiling my liveblogs here so I don’t spam my followers lol

Ep1

The counselors piss me off honestly. The only ones I have sympathy for are Mel and MAYBE Jayce (Viktor and Caitlyn aren’t part of the council so they don’t count) mfs attack zaun 1000 times but when zaun fights back suddenly they’re horrible creatures.

Oh thank god Vi didn’t accept the enforcer badge just yet. I know she eventually becomes one due to game osmosis, but I think she needs to change too much for the worse for that to happen. And she doesn’t feel like that yet.

Why does this guy sitting beside vi look so much like Vander…..

Come on Vi do NOT be tempted by one nice girl and Caitlyn’s sweet words. Do not become an enforcer yet. Wait at LEAST until halfway through the season, please please please 😭😭😭

WAIT BO DONT KILL MEL PELASE PLEASW NOT MEL

I think Vi is going to join the enforcers mostly because she might see Caitlyn as the only person she has left, and since they have hextech because she sees it as an answer to her problems. Sigh Vi I will love you even if you become a cop but I will be very disappointed

OMG I FORGOT THIS LADY WAS TRHE MOTHER OF THE KID WHO DIED. Yeah she should be allowed to do as she pleases with Jayce,

Vi nooo don’t use hextech… ought here are no right decisions right now but this marks the beginning of the end

Oh. Omfg. Mel’s mother is with them. She likely got together with them and coordinated an attack so that Piltover would have an excuse to use hextech against Zaun. Vile woman. It makes sense now why that person randomly spared Mel, though— oh wait I nvm I rewatched this part I understood everything wrong. Still… very suspicious. This is now my theory, then.

Oh, man… Vi can certainly relate to that. Vi do not project yourself into Caitlyn too much pease, I want you to spend at least 1/3 of this season Not being a cop

… what the hell are up with these images? Drawings? Caitlyn is looking at…? Interesting. And ugh there goes there fuck ass counselors again

“They must have had help from someone up here” and the camera pans to Mel’s mother. Either I was right or this is a red herring. Either way they’re definitely implying she did it

NOOOOOOO VI NOOOOOOOOO. THSI IS THE WORST DAY EVER. Please quit soon <3 I feel sick.

Edit: can I just say when caitlyn said “I thought you were on our side” and “I understand now how easy it is to hate them” all I could think was fucking. Nick from Zootopia “oh so there’s a THEM now?”

Ep2

Can I just say like. I know this has a lot of symbolism and everything but it’s so funny how basically every episode starts with a fucking amv.

… is the fucking shitty parent abandonment issues cycle hot gonna continue with Jinx and this kid or will the world finally allow me to be happy

Omg it’s werevander isn’t it?!???

She’s not handing Jinx over in an attempt to fulfill Silco’s last wishes, isn’t she?

Can i just say Viktor looks sick as fuck

I fucking forgot Heirmedinger existed godamnit. Now that he’s working with Ekko I can tolerate him ig

…oh fuck either 1) viktor is gonna accidentally corrupt places due to his body being full of hextech now or 2) the cave with shimmer, you know with the mad scientist, has started to contaminate natural resources around it and Ekko’s resistance could be close to it

THE FUCKIGN GUY. THE GUY WITH THE TUMOR IN THE HEAD DUE TO SHIMMER. THTA GUY

Jinx ily but godamnit the first thing you do once you smell somethign that makes you cough up like that is TRY to cover your nose and mouth —- oh fuck no. No. The gauntlet. Jinx is gonna see what Vi became. Nooooo. Fuckkkk

Neither jinx nor I am ready to see enforcer vi. I’m going to ki *remembers suicide jokes are bad for my mental health* I’m going to defeat the king on my own.

Jinx not taking the shot on vi :(((((

Nah bro these mfs are actual dumbasses fr fr, who td just throws a bomb in the ground like that.

Ok eu não terminei ainda mas acho que sei o que que meu primo quis dizer com “ele vai aparecer. Jesus” agora. Viktor REALMENTE parece o Jesus.

Omfg he literally is so Jesus coded. Por que que eu to vendo um episódio da bíblia agora.

Ep3

Ok fucking hell I saw the title this is gonna hurt. Last episode I could withstand it for just the couple seconds but godamnit I’m not ready for enforcer vi.

Throwing myself into the ocean I do not want vi and caitlyn to be cops. I knew cait was kinda one before too but she was fired so. Point is fikfjdkdjdksnnsns NAURRRR

Jesus Christ Caitlyn don’t you fucking turn off the air ventilation system for zaun. That’s evil. Like, she already tried using it against jinx, sure, but that’s an entirely different matter. Vi if this really does happen then you better give her shit when you find out— Nevermind she’s walking with her. Still, hoping Vi (and Caitlyn too, because she is also changing for the worse) snaps out of this soon <- knows she won’t

Fuckkk. At least the villainous song slaps.

Who tf is that mf in the pillar. Might be bait from jinx

…is Vi trying to mediate? If so, it makes sense. Vi has never seen Caitlyn act like the enforcers that put her down for so long and she doesn’t want that to happen, im sure. And despite everything, Vi is still a zaunite. Even if she may not be aware that she’s trying to mediate, this girl very much remembers what it’s like to be on the other side.

“Everyone in my life has changed. Promise me you won’t change” vi :(

NOOO FUCKINF THE VENTILATION SYSTEM. JINX GODAMNIT WAS THIS YOU. Hope I’m interpreting this wrong.

Caitlyn and Vi being concerned for the other’s changing but their own changes stopping them from truly reaching out….

Minha internet cagou justo quando a vi e a jinx tavam lutando mano não é POSSÍVEL

…this whole thing really was Jinx’s elaborate suicide plan. Also Vi protecting the child and trying to keep Cait from shooting her is such a mirror to the scene where she and Jayce fight people with hextech.

It’s just so… there are no winners in war. There are innocents in both Piltover and Zaun. And even those who don’t have their hands clean but are also victims. All this does is create more suffering. But there was no other way it could have gone now was it

“I keep telling myself that you’re different, but you’re not” nick zootopia in the head again.

Motherfucker. Well maybe she didn’t orchestrate the memorial attack (though we don’t know that yet) but she certainly did this.

“You’ve given Zaun opportunity after opportunity to right their wrongs” no you haven’t. Lmao.

Referring to CAITLYN????????? ohhhh my god

Also. Did Vi last like one(1) episode as an enforcer and stop. I don’t think that’s the case obviously but it’d be really fucking funny since we haven’t seen her here yet

YES YES I FUCKING KNEW IT SHE CAUSED THE MEMORIAL ATTACK DIDNT SHE IM RIGHT ARENT I LETS FUCKING GOOOO I DIDNT INTERPRET WRONG ANYTHING FUCKERS

…okay maybe I am a little excited for Caitlyn’s villain arc— godamnit there’s no fucking way that fuck ass doctor from s1 is still alive.

(That was awesome. But seriously though where is Vi)

[ideallysheets]

Can we leave ugly spreadsheets behind?

It's 2024, there's no more excuses for spreadsheets that make the eyes water. This especially includes messy, hard-to-read, clutters of data (coworkers read up!). Is some of this over-the-top? No.

Here's some styling tips for your spreadsheets!

1. Use Custom Colors (Color Palette)

I like to start my spreadsheets off by choosing a color theme to get an overall feel for it, and a color palette is a great way. Take advantage of custom colors, and not just the ones provided for you (they are bland and basic). Custom colors make a beautiful spreadsheet.

2. Text Alignment and Merging

Aligning your text appropriately adds a professional touch and overall a cleaner feeling to your spreadsheet design. Don’t forget you can horizontally (left, center right) and vertically (bottom, center, top) align! Merge cells when needed!

3. Vertical and Rotate Text

An unknown but useful tool. You have the option to rotate text and make it vertical. This opens up many possibilities for your spreadsheet design!

4. Text Fonts (Additional Fonts)

Just like the colors, spreadsheets give limited font options. However, you can add additional fonts very easily.

Take advantage of bolding and italics, which adds depth to our design. For fonts, many people like to use a serif and a sans-serif font to complement each other, but I am not an expert in font design!

5. Adding Borders

Adding borders is an easy thing to add to make your spreadsheet more readable. You have unlimited options, you can add borders to any edge of a cell, customizing the color and line type. Keep in mind, if you select multiple cells it will act like just one cell when you add borders.

6. Alternating Colors

Alternating colors is a great feature that will automatically make each row an alternating color as you create rows. This makes large amounts of data much easier to follow and read!

7. Emojis and Images

Emojis are the easiest way to spice up your spreadsheets with pictures. The best part? It’s a built-in feature for most spreadsheet software.

See? Emojis aren’t just for fun facial reactions. They add a nice and simple touch. They can be used as icons, visual aids, and much more. Furthermore, you can add your custom images.

8. Freeze Rows/Columns and Adjust Cell Sizes

Freezing the header will make it stay on top as you scroll. This can be done by dragging down the thick gray bars on the top left corner. You can also do this with columns.

9. Add Checkboxes and Dropdowns

Both great ways to style your spreadsheet!

10. Final Touches

I like to remove unused columns and rows, this makes the workspace smaller and cleaner.

Additionally, group and hide columns to keep things clean. Also, make sure to take advantage of the spell check feature.

Here's a run through of me taking a basic spreadsheet and making it beautiful! Good luck! Visual person? Watch this short YouTube playlist I made.

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NEW CHAPTER TIME 1092 SPOILERS AHOY

the chapter art is so fucking cute I'm wawawawa I love Jimbe so much it's unreal

Akainu 🤢🤮🤮🤮 FUCK YOU AKAINU

Kuma being here makes me think he has the same goals as the giant robot from long ago. The one I was talking about the other day from the start of this arc.

Okay I did see the other giant robot (vegaforce) getting targeted because of exactly this reason

Luffy is going to have to pick Sunny up isn't he (please please please please please-)

HOLY SHIT BONNEY

I know she's one of the worst generation but I genuinely wasn't expecting her to attack- oh there she goes. Rip.

(Okay I can see it on the next page and I'm vibrating with excitement but)

Luffy pick up the Sunny and run please please please

Ehehehehe

GET HIS ASS

WHAT AN IMAGE WHAT A SHOT WHAT A PANEL

LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Ye Olde Sabaody scars are finally healing this is so fucking cathartic please just start wailing on this dude. Luffy SMASH.

Also I really like the emphasis font/bolding on Luffy's voice here, like it's booming because he's so big and yet he's probably still shouting anyway. I love that for him.

Also the ah hya hya hya laugh, which you can hear in the Gear 5 trailer for PW4 (when is that dlc dropping?? I have a MIGHTY need) really makes me think Joyboy was a giant originally. That is probably where Elbaf comes in (Joyboy lore? Pls? 👀👀) + the giant straw hat

I love that everyone's reaction is STILL their eyes popping out of their heads. Poor Nami is never going to catch a break from this.

I wish we could see the rest of the Strawhats reactions to it! Brook was right there! Granted he doesn't have eyes to pop out (yohohoho), but that isn't stopping the logo half the time! No excuses! Also I just really want to see the remaining crew's reaction to Gigant Luffy. I know Zoro is busy and Sanji probably ran off to go do Mr. Prince stuff in the bg but pleaaaaaase you KNOW their reactions are going to be the funniest of them all

Also SUPER FIGHTING ROBOT GIANT ROBOT GIANT ROBOT GIANT ROBOT GIANT ROBOT

Okay, options:

Not from this chapter 🔽

It's powered by/recognizes Gear 5. The drums in the panel make you think so, but I'm wondering if that's just a red herring? Harnessing the power of the mfing sun to fuel a giant robot is sick as FUCK tho so I wouldn't put it past Oda. Definitely something a space age civilization could do. Tho mother flame is implied to be powered by a fusion power reactor, so if Vegapunk still couldn't get the robot working after all this time, but York is confident in replicating the mother flame, then they probably aren't the same bc I imagine they would've tried to use the fusion reactor on the giant robot by now... That or she's just straight up lying about being able to replicate it/the existence of the reactor. Or Shaka was lying. Or it's powered by something way more abstract than the sun, like joy or freedom or something and that's why it lost power in Mariejois and the Punks couldn't figure out the power source and then it finally started back up when Luffy went Gear 5. Or- okay, there's a lot of options, I'm gonna stop now. Whichever one it is, I really hope Luffy gets to power and pilot a giant robot. Come on, Oda, let it happen, it'll be so cool...

Kuma activated something on Mariejois that activates the robot again. I think this is the most likely one given what we know so far, plus it's the easiest explanation. It also would make sense if the G5 drums are a red herring. Then Robot is going to continue doing what he was doing all that time ago. I still hope it is looking for that giant straw hat. Robot please destroy Imu's stupid little butterfly garden.

Kuma repelled his (remaining) consciousness into it? But going thru all that trouble to get to mariejois in his original body only to then do that? It would be a weird choice. But who am I to judge... Maybe there's a reason for it... Maybe he needs someone outside his own body to help achieve something... Maybe they only needed his body for the thing and so he's able to yeet his mind over to the big robot... Maybe that's how Kuma can come back... Let me have this one okay, the whole thing is super vague anyway 🥺 In Veneer, old world tech is powered by trapped souls, so maybe that's the same idea here and he'll be okay

There's another/outside group controlling the robot and they decided now would be a good time with all this shit going down. I think last time I talked abt it I mentioned the revolutionaries? They're a candidate but honestly with the way Oda writes it could be anyone, and probably a group we haven't met yet.

Side note, I wanna see gigant Luffy and demonio fleur Robin bro-ing it out now. A giant god and a giant demon... It will probably never happen since that'd take so much energy on both their parts, but it would be so cool!