#I'll reopen asks once I get done with the few I have in the ask box rn

[ask-enoch-sans]

Where are the others in snowdin?

[mimisempai]

Tender loving care

Summary

After sheltering - once again - Crowley from the rain, Aziraphale didn't expect to be rewarded with a complete grooming of his wings. But what if it became a habit?

Notes

50 Types of Kisses - Writing Prompts

Kiss #41: Sharing a kiss under an umbrella (aka under angel’s wings)

On Ao3

Rating G -  1326 words

"Crowley, my dear, are you nearly finished?"

Crowley placed the last sprout in a small pot filled with potting soil, then placed it with the others on a shelf in the small greenhouse in the garden at the top of the bookshop before turning to Aziraphale.

"I'm almost done, Angel, just a few things to put away and then I'll be there."

Aziraphale replied, "I've come because the sky seems to be getting darker and I think it's going to rain soon."

Plic.

He blinked as a drop of rain fell on his cheek.

The demon chuckled and, as he hurried to put away his tools and close the greenhouse, replied, "You should be a meteorologist."

"Idiot."

The few drops of water suddenly turned into a downpour, and the angel's first reflex was to spread his wings and shield the demon from the rain, not caring that he had nothing to protect him.

Crowley, who had his back to him, froze, surprised at first, but then turned and came closer.

He said, looking strangely moved, "It brings back memories."

Then he smiled and, wrapping his arms around the angel's waist, continued, "But that day on the wall, there was no way I was going to do that."

Aziraphale laughed softly before wrapping his wings around their entwined bodies to protect them from the rain.

Then he reached up to push back the wet red curls that were falling across Crowley's face and dug into his jacket pocket. He pulled out something Crowley couldn't see in the half-light created by the cocoon of Aziraphale's wings. The angel brought his hand close to Crowley's face, who saw that it was a handkerchief with which Aziraphale was now gently wiping his wet face.

Crowley didn't know what overwhelmed him more: that Aziraphale was so thoughtful, that his gesture was so gentle, or that he was using one of his precious handkerchiefs to wipe his face.

He closed his eyes at the gentle treatment and couldn't help but inhale Aziraphale's familiar scent wafting from his handkerchief.

The demon reopened his eyes at Aziraphale's slight laugh and blushed at being caught in the act of self-indulgence.

Aziraphale noticed it and softly said, "Don't be embarrassed, it's very nice to see the effect I'm having on you." 

Then he frowned, seeing that Crowley had begun to shiver. Stuffing the handkerchief into his pocket, he wrapped his arms around the demon's neck and said softly, "How about we hurry home?"

Crowley raised an eyebrow and replied, "Human way or magic way."

Aziraphale raised one of his hands behind Crowley's neck and, snapping, replied, "Nobody sees us here.

With a snap of their fingers, they were back in the comforting warmth of their bedroom. This time, however, it was the angel who shivered as he retracted his wings.

Crowley exclaimed, "Angel! Tell me you're not going to leave your wings like that!"

"I will, yes. Why?"

The demon shook his head, then said softly to the angel, "I can't let you do that. Let me dry off quickly and get into some dry clothes and I'll take care of you."

"But..."

The demon nipped the angel's protests in the bud and replied, "You're going to listen to me for once, okay?"

Aziraphale nodded sulkily as the demon headed for the bathroom. Crowley emerged a few moments later, dry and clad only in sweatpants, his arms laden with bath towels, which he placed on the nightstand before unfolding one and spreading it out on the bed.

He wiped a drop of water from Aziraphale's nose with his finger, then asked gently, "May I take care of you tonight?"

Aziraphale swallowed before nodding. Even though they'd really seen everything of each other, he still felt a kind of shyness when it came to getting physically naked in front of the demon.

Crowley, seeing his nervousness, added, "You know you have the right to say no, Angel?"

Aziraphale nodded and replied softly, "Although I'm always a little embarrassed when I say yes to you, it's because I really want to."

The demon breathed, "Thank you," before planting a light kiss on the angel's cold, wet lips.

Then he began to undress him, discarding the damp clothes as he went. One by one, he undid the wet shoes, the socks, slid the pants down his legs, then, with his hands on the angel's briefs, he lifted his head and asked gently, "Still okay?"

Aziraphale, cheeks slightly flushed, replied in a slightly veiled voice, "Yes. Go on."

Crowley hummed before slipping off the angel's underwear and removing it completely. He stood up, grabbed one of the towels, and began to dry Aziraphale from head to toe, gently, not using too much force, not lingering too long, checking periodically to make sure the angel wasn't uncomfortable. Then, when the angel was dry, the demon helped him into a pair of dry shorts before sitting down on the bed, against the headboard. Then he patted the space between his spread legs and said softly, "Come here, Angel. Now I'm going to take care of your wings."

Aziraphale climbed onto the bed and sat where Crowley had instructed.

The demon wrapped his arms around his waist and pressed a light kiss to his neck before asking, as he had earlier, "Still okay?"

Aziraphale leaned his head against the demon's and replied softly, "Better than okay."

"Perfect. Then I'll continue. Spread your wings, Angel."

The angel obeyed, feeling slightly ashamed when he heard the click of the demon's tongue at the state of his wings.

The angel murmured sheepishly, "I'm sorry."

The demon placed a soothing hand on his head and replied gently, "It is not me you should be sorry for, but yourself. It's you you're not treating right."

He took a thinner towel and began to carefully wipe the angel's wings, feather by feather. 

Aziraphale, humming with appreciation from time to time, said playfully, "But you know, Crowley, it's kind of your fault that I don't take good care of my wings."

"My fault?"

"Well, I like it so much when you do it, you spoil me so much, I don't feel like doing it myself."

Crowley shook his head and muttered, "My silly angel."

He finished tending to the angel's wings, then set the towel down beside them and said, "I'm done, you can retract them now."

Aziraphale retracted his wings then, going to his knees, he turned to Crowley and, wrapping his arms around the demon's neck, he said softly, "Thank you for taking such good care of me."

Crowley replied, "I can only do this if you let me, my angel."

Aziraphale planted a tender kiss on the demon's lips before curling up against him, Crowley wrapping his arms around him and resting his chin on the angel's still damp hair.

After a few moments, Crowley said softly, "You know, you can just ask me... I mean about your wings. You don't have to wait for an occasion for me to notice."

Aziraphale buried his face in the crook of the demon's neck and replied sheepishly, "I don't want it to become a burden, and besides, it's a little embarrassing to ask you something like that."

Crowley, understanding, hummed, then after a few seconds he said, "First of all, it's not a burden, and secondly, how about we make it a habit, make it a day of the week? Like every Sunday night before we go to bed. That way you won't have to ask, and I'm sure your wings will be well cared for."

Aziraphale sat up and asked in amazement, "You would do that?"

Crowley replied, "You're kidding, Angel, I'd love to."

"So would I."

"Then it's a deal."

Aziraphale, raising an eyebrow, asked, "Where do I sign?"

Crowley, a mischievous gleam in his eye, tapped his lips.

Naturally, the angel did not hesitate to put his tender signature on the lips of his facetious demon.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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[0oolookitsme]

It's Buzzcut Season, Anyways!

Eeeeekk!!!! Hi Hi everyone!! I hope you are all doing well, here comes the first post of the year! <3

So.. It is my birthday today, and I'm very excited to tell you that I'm introducing to you, another one of my pairings! This a little excerpt from the fic (wip) I'm writing about this chaotic pairing, and I really do hope this gets you as excited about their story, as I am! This was supposed to be up in December but for some reason, I didn't post it?? Anyways, other than that, you shall see more, further on in 2024 :)

Also, shoutout to @cupid-styles and @elioslover for picking my ice hockey!Harry to be the one to get a buzzcut, hahah! My indecisive self (who lowkey wanted you guys to pick him), could've never 💗

All the love always, A.

Verse - NHL Player!Harry x Figure Skater!Y/n (uni era)

Word Count - It's just an excerpt so it's short!

Warnings - None that I can find but if there are any, do tell me and I'll edit them into this!

Y/n is reluctantly trimming Harry's hair when her nose feels funny, and she sneezes. Its good though, that Harry asks for her opinion regarding a change that he would rather appreciate.

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Y/n sat on her unmade bed, hair unbrushed and messy since she woke up from a 3-hour nap. Her fingers typed away on her laptop, her face showing zero signs of any stress regarding the assignment she's going to have to turn in un-edited.

Probably because of the breakdown she'd had before taking nap. She'd been so stressed that she had drawn blood from her lips and broken two of her nails -- which was rather disappointing to her considering she'd got them done not so long ago in the honour of the upcoming season of winter.

The temperature was still as hot as summer, but half of the world was snowed in, and she wanted the peace of mind that winter brought her; so, she deluded herself into thinking that it was indeed her favourite time of the year.

A silent burp made its way up her throat, as she drank the day-old diet coke she'd been drinking before her meltdown-that-leads-to-an-amazing-nap.

Just as she slurped on the last sip that wasn't anything but melted ice, she heard the door to the flat open and her eyes rose up just in time to catch the sight of a sweaty and out of breath Harry, through the open door of her room.

"Y/n?" He called for her, walking towards her room when she only hummed in response. He passed her an apologetic smile on reaching her doorframe, and she knew he was going to ask something of her that the both of them know she wouldn't be willing to do quite easily.

"I need your help," he grinned at her. "...And Immediately."

She looked at him suspiciously, before deciding to shift her focus back on her assignment, knowing that he would lure her in if she were to continue looking at him.

But Harry was at once kneeling beside the side of bed she was sitting on. With his hands joined, he contorted his face in a way that looked like he was about to cry. "I beg of you, please! If you don't help me right now, my life will be ruined forever!"

Y/n's eyes had fallen into untrusting slits by now as she minimized the document that she had been writing in. "What is it, Harry?" She asked him in a monotonous tone, shutting her laptop as if procrastinating the essay any longer would be a great help.

"Cut my hair."

Instantly her jaw dropped open. Shaking her head, she began reopening her laptop and Harry took a hold of her wrists. "Harry, there's no way!" She yelped as he began making her get off the bed.

"I'm not asking you to give me haircut like Zayn!" He exclaimed, as if that'd ease her. "Just trim it a bit," he shrugged, walking out into the small living-room with Y/n thrashing behind him. She even threw a few hands at him, but he had a feeling that she wasn't as opposed by the idea as she was pretending to.

He pulled out a chair in front of the mirror that, though they had been living in this flat for nearly two months, had yet to be pinned to the wall. "C'mon, you work at a salon -- surely you know how to trim a guy's hair," he teased her, knowing that questioning her abilities would get to her and she'd cut his hair better than any hairdresser ever could.

Looking at her reflection glaring at him through the mirror, he winked at her before bending down to unzip his bag. He pulled out an electric trimmer from inside it and handed it to her, pulling the towel from the coffee table that he had left there earlier in the morning.

Once done draping it over his shoulders, he handed her the trimmer and added a touch of his puppy-dog eyes even though he knew they simply don't work on her.

"Okay. If you end up bald, don't complain then," she grumbled before running her hand through his hair. "Is this sweat or did you wash your hair after practice?" Her face was already contorted in disgust, like she knew he surely couldn't have done the latter.

"Don't you worry, I washed it after practice," he assured her, looking at her as if she should appreciate him.

She turned on the trimmer and held his hair in sections by one of her hands. "Why didn't you go to a salon?" She asked him, trimming the hair on his sides with her mouth parted.

Harry shrugged and immediately retorted when Y/n shrieked, mumbling an apology. "The salon's too far. I don't have the time to get there; got a handful of assignments to turn in before midnight." He told her. "And I mean, saving some money never hurt anyone."

"You do realize that I've put doing my assignment on pause to do this silly shenanigan with you?" Her eyebrows rose up as she fired another question at him. She suppressed a smile when he passed a dimpled-lopsided grin to her. "God, I hate you," she said, and a smile slipped on her lips as she moved to the other side to trim the rest of his hair.

She had no reason to be doing a parttime job at a salon, it wasn't going to help her in the future in any way, but it did help her in the present with its money. The money she got by being apprenticed to a dance company went straight into the flat-bills and some other necessary purchases that she couldn't avoid.

But she wasn't complaining about it. Living among frat people was a nightmare for her. She did have fun with people but being a clean-freak and a morning person didn't match well with the frats. They did love her dearly, but when Harry came in asking if someone would be willing to be his flat mate, everyone had chanted for Y/n. And, when he asked Y/n at the rink, she had quite literally jumped at the opportunity and in the joy of the moment, hugged Harry with a tight grip that still had his heartbeat rise whenever he thought about it.

With her touching his hair, Harry's heart was beating so hard in his chest that he was afraid it was going to break a rib. His eyes never once left her reflection in the mirror, not with the way she was being so careful and serious. Her lips had parted without her knowing, and she wasn't even blinking often enough.

That was when Harry saw a hair-strand fall in her face, and her face scrunch up in a way it does when she's about to sneeze. He saw as she turned to sneeze in her elbow -- a habit that she still hadn't gotten rid of. He shifted his gaze down on his hands in his lap, to prevent her catching him staring at her.

When Y/n caught her breath after the sneeze, her eyes grew wide. Her hand began shaking as she brought the other hand to cover her mouth, looking at his head in horror. She wasn't sure if she should laugh or begin spewing apologies and decided on the latter one.

But as she opened her mouth, Harry looked at her. "Should I just buzz it off?" He questioned her and thought that she had paled at the thought of him going bald. "I mean, the match season is finally over. I don't have anything to do but study, do my parttime and of course practice hockey." He shrugged explaining his point of view, looking at her to help him decided.

"S-sure! I mean, you'd look good with any-any type of haircut." She was shaking and stuttering, but Harry was too lost in his train of thoughts to question her. "A-and its buzzcut season, anyways!"

That seemed to be helpful for Harry. He smiled at her, "Shave it off, then. I'm basically on vacation from tomorrow... and I guess I'd really appreciate a change like this!" He was back to grinning and Y/n's sweat was beginning to cool off.

She imagined sitting with Harry on a sofa on some ordinary-night with her feet in his lap like he were her closest friend and telling him about today -- a movie playing on the lowest volume possible in the background. She stopped herself before she could get lost thinking about his reaction and mess up even his buzzcut.

[alicewritingstories]

Whumptober 2024 Fills Part 2: Meeting and Memory

AO3

Fandom: Linked Universe

Central Character(s): Legend, Wild, and Sidon

No.2: TRUST ISSUES | Amusement Park | Role Reversal | “You got away with the crime while the knife's in my back.” (Charlotte Sands, Rollercoaster)

No.4: HALLUCINATIONS | Hypnosis | Sensory Deprivation | “You're still alive in my head.” (Billy Lockett, More)

No.15 Alt21: Survivor's Guilt

No.17: NOWHERE ELSE TO GO | Ruined Map | Shipwrecked | "We had a good run."

No.22: BLEEDING THROUGH BANDAGES | Tourniquet | Reopening Wounds | "Oh that's not good."

No.25: SURGERY | Stitches | Being Monitored | "It's for your own good."

No.28: DENIAL | CCTV | Exposure | "They caught me red handed."

No.30: RECOVERY | Hospital Bed | Holding Back Tears | "What have I done?"

Warnings: Blood, injury, near-death, survivor's guilt, brief mention of suicide (confirming a character is not suicidal), past canonical character death.

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Legend cut down the last of the attacking lizalfos and hurried over to the wounded hylian he'd just rescued, dismissing the magical shield he'd thrown up in front of the young man - boy, really; he barely looked older than Hyrule.

"Easy," he said. "I'll get you down. What's your name?"

The boy looked up from where he was clutching at the spear pinning him to a tree. He opened his mouth to reply, but all that made it out was a nasty wet cough and a gout of blood. His tunic was more purple than blue and a mixture of black and red blood was matted in his long fair hair.

Legend knew that if someone was impaled it was dangerous to remove the thing impaling them, but he couldn't leave the kid like that. He was already clearly slipping into shock, the color gone from his face, his eyes drifting out of focus. If he passed out and sagged against the spear, it would get much worse.

Legend let out a huff of breath and snatched up one of the lizalfos' jagged blades.

"Hold it as steady as you can," he told the kid, then sawed through the shaft of the spear in a few quick strokes. That would make things a little easier, at least.

The boy whimpered softly, another mouthful of blood spilling from his lips.

"OK, I'm going to cut the shaft behind you." Legend caught the boy's chin and looked him in the eye. "This will hurt. Stay with me, OK? You're going to be fine."

"Get it… out?" the boy pleaded.

"I can't. It'll do more damage coming out than it did going in. One of my friends can heal you, but we need to get you to him first and I can't get the spear out completely until then."

The boy whimpered again, turquoise eyes falling closed, but he didn't protest.

Legend took a deep breath, then slipped a hand down the boy's back, giving himself a bit of space between him and the tree. He winced as the boy whimpered, but moved as quickly as he could to cut the spear shaft and catch him as he collapsed, lowering him carefully to the ground.

"Still with me, Kid?" he asked.

"Still… still here." It was little more than a groan, but audible.

Legend snatched some bandages from his bag and started padding around the remains of the spear shaft, wincing as blood started to seep through the bandages almost at once.

"Stay with me," he kept saying. "You're going to be OK. You did great against those monsters; just stay with me."

The boy nodded, coughing up more blood.

How am I going to get him back to camp? I can't carry him, not with that pole in his guts…

"What's your name?"

"Link."

Legend froze for a moment, wondering if he'd heard correctly, his eyes flying back to his companion's face.

His new brother's face.

"Well…" he said with a laugh that sounded a little hysterical in his own ears. "How about that? My friends and I have been looking all over for you."

Link's eyes had focussed and he was frowning, but then he forced a smile. "How come?" he asked, his voice a little high. "Looking for your bananas back?"

Legend went back to bandaging, his heart beating a little faster. If Link was already getting delirious, he must have lost even more blood than Legend had thought. Perhaps he was bleeding internally too.

Link squirmed slightly with a moan and Legend quickly moved to hold him down.

"Keep still!" he said, trying not to snap and not quite succeeding. "Moving around might cause more damage."

Link looked at him, eyes wide and dark with pain and fear.

"You're going to be OK," said Legend, starting to wonder which of them he was trying to reassure. Maybe a good, loud blast on an ocarina would serve as a signal whistle. "You're going to be OK. I'm going to get you to my friend and he'll heal you. Just stay with me."

Link laughed: a shrill, deranged sound. "No chance!" he said.

With another groan of pain, he snatched a small glowing block of carved stone from a holster on his belt, tapped it twice, and dissolved right under Legend's hands into tendrils of blue light.

Legend stared at the bloody grass where he'd lain for a moment, then buried his face in his hands with a stream of curses. All he could hope was that Link had at least teleported to somewhere someone could help him.

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The shrine jump deposited Link gently on his feet, but as soon as he had fully materialized he collapsed to his knees, clutching at the spear shaft still running through his body.

"Help!" he cried as loudly as he could. "Someone, help!"

Here in Zora's Domain, he knew he was as safe as he could be anywhere. They had the best healers and this was the home of one of his closest friends. He was just grateful he'd been able to get his Slate into his hand before the yiga had realized what he was doing; it would have been easy to restrain him. Holding him down had clearly taken no effort at all. It didn't make sense that someone who wanted him dead had defended him from the lizalfos and saved his life, but he didn't want to find out why the assassin might have wanted to bring him in alive.

Suddenly he was lying on the ground, unsure how he got there. Maybe he'd blacked out for a moment. "Help!" he cried again before breaking down into another coughing fit, trying not to panic at the thick, metallic taste of blood on his tongue.

Finally, he heard running footsteps, the splash of someone wading through the pool that surrounded the shrine.

"Link!" cried a familiar voice. "What happened? Someone go and get Prince Sidon!"

"Bazz…" Link reached out vaguely and one of the Zora guard's large hands closed around his.

"It's going to be OK. We'll have you healed in no time."

Link nodded with a sigh. At least here he was safe.

After that, things were a blur for a while. He was aware of being lifted and carried, a vague impression of Sidon frantically calling his name, the bitter taste of a hearty elixir being forced down his throat, the cool touch of healing magic.

"Mipha?" he called softly before he was even aware he was doing it, pulled back for a moment to those mercifully-few times during his quest when he once more died on the battlefield and Mipha's Grace had brought him back to life. "Mipha?"

He knew she was gone. He knew he didn't really remember her as anything but a gentle presence dragging him back from the edge. But the feeling of dying and her magic washing through him was so familiar he couldn't fully believe it. She was still here. Surely, she hadn't abandoned him entirely.

Another blur. Voices, hands turning him this way and that, bandages wound tight around his body.

Finally, it all settled. He was wrapped in blankets, lying on a soft waterbed, and when he opened his eyes he was surrounded by the soft glow of Zora's Domain.

"Link!" Sidon lunged into his field of vision. "Are you awake? What happened?"

"I'm awake." Link sighed and started trying to shove himself upright. Sidon slipped a large hand behind his back to support him.

"Be careful. You're healed, but only just and the healers said you were to rest at least another day. You lost a lot of blood."

Link nodded, settling back as Sidon arranged his pillows to support him. He examined the Zora's face as he sat back. Zora couldn't cry the way hylians did, but Sidon's usual huge grin was nowhere to be seen and the muscles around his eyes and mouth were tense. That was as much an indication of his feelings as tear tracks would have been.

"I'm sorry," said Link, not sure what else to say. "I didn't know where else to go."

Sidon shook his head. "Link, I told you you would always be welcome. I'm honored you came to us for help."

Link smiled, relaxing his head back against the pillows. "I knew I was safe here," he said with a sigh. After a moment, he explained, "I had another close call with the yiga clan."

Sidon let out a little huff of breath. "A close call? You had a spear shaft through your whole body," he said, his voice raw. "The healers said that with the force it must have taken to drive it through like that you must have been pinned to something. I'm… just glad you were able to get free. And I'm glad you managed to do some bandaging. You'd bled right through, but it bought you a little bit of time. Even so… I think they were worried you wouldn't survive the surgery to remove it… What… To impale you like that… I didn't think that's what they did."

Link shook his head a little. "It's even stranger than that. The spear was from a lizalfos. The yiga could have just left me to the monsters or taken my Slate so I couldn't escape and then stood and watched me bleed out. He killed them, then he got me down and he was the one who started bandaging the wounds." He shivered.

Sidon's expression hardened. "Why change now?" he asked. "They've never tried to take you alive before."

"I don't know. That's what worries me." Link sighed. "He never dropped his disguise, either. He took care of me and insisted that he could get me to a healer. I suppose he hoped that would mean I wouldn't put up a fight, but it was so strange… I might have been convinced if he hadn't slipped for a moment when he found out who I am." He didn't like the thought that the yiga clan's acting was improving and he couldn't shake the memory of the concern in his would-be kidnapper's eyes. It had all seemed so genuine. He had wanted to trust him and accept his help. "I… suppose Zelda and I will have to be even more careful." Much more careful and they wouldn't talk to anyone they didn't already know. He bit his lip, feeling trapped. He loved Zora's Domain, but he didn't want to live a life in which there really was nowhere else he could go to truly be safe and comfortable.

The defeat of Calamity Ganon had been supposed to bring him some peace.

"We'll get word to Zelda. In the meantime, don't worry too much," said Sidon, patting Link's shoulder. "You're safe here for as long as you need."

Link smiled. "Thank you," he said fervently.

Sidon squeezed his shoulder, then let go and sat back in his chair with a sigh, looking up at the ceiling. Link couldn't help noticing that he still looked tired and stressed.

"Is anything else wrong?" he asked. "Is there anything I can do?"

Sidon winced, rubbing his eyes. "It's just… You called for Mipha while we were healing you. It… made me think of her, that's all."

Link looked at his hands. "I'm sorry," he mumbled.

"No, no, you have nothing to be sorry for," said Sidon quickly, lunging forward to enfold both of Link's hands in one of his. "I… I'm sure she'd be happy to know… that you got some comfort from thinking of her."

Link sighed. From what he'd been told and the few scraps he had for himself, that was probably true.

"I barely remember her, Sidon," he said sadly. "I want to. And for a while, during my quest… she was there. Her spirit was with me. She saved me… so many times. But now she's at rest and… I'm still here." He looked down at the large red hand wrapped around his. "It… seems so unfair that I'm still here and she's not."

Sidon squeezed his hand. "Link?"

He looked up. His friend's expression was stricken.

"You don't… want to die, do you?"

Link shook his head. "No, no, not at all. No, I just… I'm not even sure what I mean. I just feel it sometimes: that she was there so many times to save me but when it mattered… I wasn't there for her. I lived and she died and even after she died she kept bringing me back to life. It… feels wrong."

Sidon looked down for a moment, then said quietly, "I barely remember her either. I was so young when she died. But I remember her patience and her kindness and… I think she'd have been happy at least one of the other Champions lived. And I think she'd want you to keep living. Really living."

Link sighed. "I know. I know it doesn't make sense. It's just… while she was here as a spirit… she was still alive in some way. Even if just in me. And now she's gone. It's just… that's why I was calling for her, I suppose. I miss her. Even though I hardly know her. And I wish… I wish I did. She seems like someone I… would like to know."

Maybe even someone I would fall in love with.

"Maybe there's some part of you that does remember," said Sidon with a small, sad smile. He squeezed Link's hands, as if to reassure them both.

Link smiled back. "Maybe." He relaxed back against his pillows, looking up at the ceiling. Maybe he did remember the woman he might have been planning to marry. Maybe that's where this feeling of longing and loss came from.

He wasn't sure about that, but the idea was something.

"Thank you, Sidon. For everything."

Sidon chuckled, not quite his usual laugh but close. "No, Link, thank you." He moved to pat Link's shoulder again.

"You want a hug, don't you?" asked Link, glancing at him.

Sidon didn't reply out loud, but the way his smile broadened slightly told Link what he needed to know and, with a smile of his own, he held out his arms. Sidon grabbed him and squeezed him hard enough to make him yelp out a laugh.

"When I heard the alarm and saw them carrying you up from the shrine, I feared the worst," said Sidon in his ear, his voice rough.

Link sighed. "I'm fine, thanks to you all."

"Good. And if I have any say in it, you'll stay that way. Don't worry about the yiga. You have plenty of friends to keep you and Zelda safe."

Link smiled, relaxing his head against his friend's shoulder. "Thank you."

[spectrechosts]

Hell's Belles

Yeah there's more of the succubi too. What can I say? I get attached to my characters.

Same deal as Better Off Together, these are just little snippets of hanging out in hell. There is actually kinda an arc across some of these and another thing but like. Don't expect big plot.

Anyway, regarding this chapter: Lilith and the other rulers of Hell have a meeting every 10 years. It takes maybe half an hour and is still the low point of everyone's decade every single time.

Full Series

"Asmodeus! You're late."

Lilith looked around the conference room, empty aside from her, Lucy and the Lord of Pride.

"I'm three minutes early." She said. "And it's Lilith. As it was last meeting. And several hundred before that."

"Sure, early for the meeting. But you should really show up seven to ten minutes before, help set up, show initiative, y'know, like I do." Abbadon said. "And you should use your new name! Going back to your human name, it makes it seem like you don't even care about your place here.

"I'll take that under consideration, Abbadon."

Lilith fucking hated these meetings.

The other Lords of Sin filtered in over the next few minutes, aside from Belphagor, who they had all long since given up on expecting to arrive on time.

"Alright, the decennial meeting of greater demons is now in session." Lucy said, clicking on a tape recorder. "Lucifer, Lord of the Seven Hells, presiding as always. Belphagor absent, assumed late, again, as always."

She sighed, and flipped open the first page of a printout.

"First on the agenda, we have a proposal from Beezlebub?"

"Actually, I would like to hold off on that until Belphagor gets here." The insectoid Lord of Gluttony buzzed, between fistfuls of food.

Ugh, watching him indulge in his sin always made her wonder if she should bring a few girls to these meetings. Might make them slightly less unbearable.

"Second on the agenda, Lilith wishes to reopen discussions of your ongoing torture strike."

Lilith sighed heavily.

"I would once again like to ask Satan to please join us in our strike. It doesn't have to be permanent, but having no sinners punished at all is going to get more attention from upstairs than-"

"THE DAMNED SHALL CONTINUE TO FEAR MY MIGHT!" Satan bellowed, shaking the room with the force of his voice.

"Just for a few decades-"

"THEY SHALL KNOW NOT A SECOND OF PEACE IN MY HELL!"

"Inside voice, big guy." Belphagor said, yawning as she appeared at the conference table wrapped in blankets and clutching a large stuffed shark.

"Belphagor! Lilith, are you-?"

"I'm done." Lilith sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Okay, so-"

"Abababap- Hang on. I'm after Lilith on the agenda." Mammon tutted, jutting a finger out.

"But-"

"This is my timeslot. You had yours, you didn't want it, you can wait. Lucy?"

"It's his timeslot." Lucy agreed. "Mammon, your proposal?"

Mammon cleared his throat. "Alright, you guys are gonna love this. Souls, they're so inconvenient, aren't they?"

"No?"

"Nope."

"Never once thought this."

"Now, hear me out here. One word. Soulcointm."

"SOUL AND COIN ARE TWO WORDS!" Satan yelled, frustrated.

"Yes, but I'm combining them into one new word. Soulcointm."

"Why do you keep saying it like that?" Lilith asked, and instantly regretted engaging with the conversation.

"Ohohoho, why indeed! You see, Soulcointm is no mere currency, my friend, no no-"

"We aren't friends."

"- Soulcointm is the Web3, blockchain capable solution we need to bring the Seven Hells into the next generation!"

"Mammon, none of what you just said meant anything. At all." Said Abbadon.

"Now, I know you're asking, 'Mammon, how do I get some Soulcointm?' And folks, it's so simple, you'll be racking them up in no time. You send me, your buddy Mammon, souls."

"Nope."

"And what I do, is I mint an equal number of Soulcointm and put them in your digital wallet. And that's on the blockchain. That's verified."

"…But, I want souls so I can eat them." Said Beelzebub, and the other lords nodded in agreement. "What can I do with soulcoins?"

"It's Soulcointm, and that's what I'm here to propose. What I need you all to do, is drum up Soulcointm hype, get people onboard, so they want 'em. And then, when everybody wants them, we stop minting more. Then, the Soulcointm that you got at a rate of one to one soul, people are lining up to buy them for more and more, five, ten, a hundred souls apiece!"

"So that they can do what with them, Mammon?"

"Well, now they have them, and people will want to buy 'em for souls!"

"Motion to stop talking about this?" Beelzebub asked.

"All in favour?" Asked Lucy, and all but Mammon raised their hands. "Motion passed. Beelzebub, what is your proposal?"

"Luddites." Mammon grumbled.

"Alright!" Beelzebub buzzed. "I would like to propose that Lust, Gluttony, and Sloth, are all the same sin, and should be consolidated into one circle: Hedonism. The pursuit of pleasure."

"Interesting!" Lilith chirped. "Fuck no!"

"Awww c'mon, you can't deny it makes sense! All three of us are about overindulging in earthly pleasures!"

"You just want to fuck the succubi!"

"Yeah! I do!"

"Well, get in line and pay them like everyone else."

"You don't pay them!"

"Because they love me, dickhead. Answer's no."

"Well, my answer is yes! Belphagor?"

Belphagor snored loudly, having fallen asleep during their argument.

"What- Belphagor. Belphagor wake the fuck up. I'm trying to help us both out here."

"Wake her up and put it to a vote if you want, my girls still aren't going to want to serve the Lord of Maggots." Lilith hissed.

"Oh, yeah, real nice coming from the girl who can look however she wants, shit on the bug guy-"

"You'd like that, wouldn't you."

Mammon cleared his throat loudly.

"You know, these are supposed to be civil meetings. Are we done with this discussion?"

"Yes." Said Lilith.

"No!" Whined Beelzebub.

"Yes." Said Lucy. "That's all that was scheduled on the agenda, would anyone like to discuss anything not-"

"Ooh, ooh, me!" Mammon said, waving his hand in the air. "Pick me!"

"Mammon, speak."

"Now, as my friend Beelzebub has so astutely pointed out-"

"Not your friend." Beelzebub buzzed.

"- the Hells are in need of some restructuring. Some consolidation."

"Oh for fuck's sake, you see what you've done? We're not having this fucking discussion again-" Lilith seethed, her talons scratching deep grooves into the table as she gripped it, furious.

"I would like to posit that there is only one sin: Greed, and all circles should be placed under my rule."

"NO!!! NO THEY FUCKING SHOULDN'T I'LL WRING YOUR STUPID PENCIL NECK-"

"Easy there, Lord of Sex Greed."

"This is ridiculous!" Beelzebub buzzed furiously, his loud droning filling the room.

"It was your idea, Food Greed!" Mammon said, shrugging. "You and her and Sleep Greed are all the same, because you're aaaaallllllllllllllllll Greed, baby."

"Sleep greed is a stretch and you know it."

"Why are you mad? I'm agreeing with you! We should take your good idea further! Bring in Violence Greed, Attention Greed, Greed For Other People's Shit-"

"I have so little compared to you fuckers, and you want to take it from me?" Whined Leviathan.

"I, for one, am good with my circle remaining how it is." Said Abbadon, smiling smugly.

"Oh, sure you are, Mr. Perfect, the mortals throw parades for your sin."

Abbadon's smile faltered, a tiny bit.

"Actually, Lilith gets those." He mumbled.

"Of course she does, Lucy plays favorites." Leviathan whined, and then withered under Lucy's glare.

"I don't pick what the sins are, nor where sinners are sent, nor how many circles there are. You want to reorganize, take it up with God. Leviathan." She snapped, and he whimpered pathetically. "Whine all you want, but if you question my leadership again there will be dire consequences. Mammon, Beelzebub, you have your own circles, stop being dickheads. Belphagor-"

She cupped her hands around her mouth.

"WAKE THE FUCK UP! I MAKE YOU COME TO ONE MEETING A DECADE! PAY ATTENTION!"

Belphagor woke with a start, and Abbadon snickered.

"Couldn't have said it better myself, boss-"

"Abbadon, quit being such a kissass."

Lucy closed her eyes and rubbed her hands down her face, groaning.

"If that's all, meeting adjourned. Get the fuck out of my office."

"Why don't Satan and Lilith get yelled at?" Whined Leviathan.

"Because they're my favorites."

"I WOULD LIKE TO BE INCLUDED IN THE YELLING!" Yelled Satan.

"FINE."

"YIPPIE!!!"

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

The Angel Maker: Part One

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.2k

Summary: You still feel guilty for what happened to you and Hotch even though you shouldn't. If you had seen that bomb before getting blasted back, then maybe you wouldn't have so many problems with your "abilities".

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

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"We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will." - Chuck Palahniuk

The back of your head still throbs, but it's time to get the stitches removed. Spencer has done an excellent job in taking care of you, but now it's time to get back to work. The doctor has to clear you before you can, but you're hoping she does it when you go in.

"Are you sure you don't want to take an extra week? It could help," Spencer says.

"I've rested enough. I need to get back to work. It's lonely without you."

You two head into the doctor's office once she calls you back, and you hop onto the uncomfortable doctor's chair so she can examine you. She puts on her gloves and grabs her scissors so she can remove the stitches.

"Looks like this is healing nicely," she says as she works.

"How long am I going to have this mild headache?" you wince.

"My guess is a couple more days. I can prescribe you some medicine to help with it."

She quickly finishes and throws the stitches away and her gloves.

"Can I go back to work?"

"Given your job, my main concern would be loud noises, you moving too quickly or running, and bright lights that can strain your eyes. Any of those can either reopen the wound or cause more pain internally."

You need to go back to work, and the only way you might be able to do so is if you reassure her concerns.

"What if I wear sunglasses inside and out? I won't go into places with loud noises, and I'll limit my time in the field. Please, Doc, I need to go back to work, and I have Spencer here to help take care of me."

"You must stay away from loud noises, and no sudden movements. I'm serious, Y/N," the doctor says and takes out a folder with your discharge papers.

"I'm serious too. I want to get better, but I do need to work. I appreciate this. Thank you."

She signs your release back to work papers, and you and Spencer are leaving before you know it. There are sunglasses in your car, so you immediately put them on and smile at Spencer.

"I'm going to feel like the biggest douchebag, but it's worth it."

When you get to work, everyone is in the briefing room, including Hotch. He must have gotten signed off as well if he's here. You and Spencer walk into the room, and all eyes are on you.

"Are you feeling okay?" Rossi asks.

"Did the doctor approve for you to come back?" Hotch asks, business as usual.

"I am feeling much better, and yes, she did. I have everything here. I just have to make sure to wear sunglasses, no running, no loud noises, and limit my time in the field. At least until my head heals completely, and my headache goes away, but I have medicine to help with that."

"Good. Glad to know you're doing better. Nice hair, by the way," Derek smirks at your boyfriend.

Spencer got a haircut a few days ago, and you think it's sexy.

"Hey, don't hate. I think he's very handsome," you grin and kiss his cheek.

You take your seat, turning to face JJ who patiently waits for you to be done so she can start the briefing. She puts some pictures on the board of a woman who looks like she was beaten to death. Nothing about these photos will ever be normal, but at least you have the stomach for it.

"This is Delilah Grennan. She was bludgeoned and raped during the night at her home in lower Canaan, Ohio. It's a small town forty miles outside of Cincinnati."

"It's almost ritual with the way the body is faced up with the arms across the chest," Spencer says.

"There's more. There are small puncture wounds on her stomach. Also, note the lack of blood."

"They were inflicted post-mortem. Were there any other victims?" Emily asks.

"Kind of. Victimology and signature match a serial killer from the same town ten years ago. There were six victims spanning over ten months. He called himself the Angel Maker."

"Yeah, I remember that case," Hotch nods. "They caught the guy and executed him."

"That's right. He was put to death by lethal injection a year ago yesterday."

"That must mean we're looking for a copycat, someone who is honoring the anniversary of this guy's death."

"It says here they found semen at the crime scene," Spencer reads from the file. "Perhaps locals will get a DNA match when they run it through ViCAP?"

"That's where it gets weird. They ran it already and they got a match, too."

"If they have a name, why did they call us?" you ask, confused.

"The match they got back on the DNA is to Cortland Bryce Ryan, otherwise known as the Angel Maker."

If Cortland is dead, then how was his semen found on the victim? Now you know why they called you in. It doesn't make sense. The lights in the plane are making your eyes hurt which makes your head hurt, so the best thing for you to do is lay down on the small couch. You have to lay on your side so you don't injure your wound further. Sleeping has been hard on you since you had stitches in the back of your head, but now that they're gone, all that's left is a sore spot. The rest of the team doesn't seem to mind you doing this since you're paying attention to what is going on.

Spencer wants to comfort you still, so he is sitting on the ground next to the couch. He reaches up and moves your hair away from your face, and you give him a small smile.

"The Angel Maker's victims were beaten with the assailant's bare hands," Spencer says when the plane reaches cruising altitude. "Delilah Grennan was bludgeoned with a heavy instrument, maybe a hammer."

"Okay, so this unsub is either a weaker guy or someone who perceives him like that. Maybe he brought along the hammer to make certain his victim wouldn't fight back?" Emily speculates.

"Well, obviously somebody planted the semen on the victim," you state.

"In the victim," Derek corrects.

"That's one theory. Think about who shares the exact DNA makeup of another person," Spencer points out.

"Reid, you're not seriously floating around the idea of an evil twin, are you?" Derek scoffs.

"No, I'm not. I'm floating the idea of an eviler twin. Traditionally, the concept is a good twin and an evil twin. In this case, it's evil twin, eviler twin."

You giggle at how silly he sounds, but you're the only one laughing. You open your eyes and stare at Spencer with so much love. JJ looks between you and Spencer, and she unconsciously smiles. She's happy for you two since she can tell how happy you and Spencer are. You reach over and grab Spencer's hand before bringing it to your mouth. You kiss the back of it, and Spencer blushes at the attention he's getting.

When you land, you leave with Spencer and Hotch to the newest crime scene while the rest of the team fans out to the other locations. Sheriff Merrill Dobson walks out of the house when you arrive, and you greet him with a smile.

"What can you tell us?" you ask after introductions are made.

"Before Cortland Ryan, this town hadn't seen a homicide in over thirty years. He didn't just kill those six women. He killed a way of life. Now this thing's got people thinking he's come back."

"They don't really think that, do they?" Spencer asks.

"I guess when you've been scared by something--I mean really scared--that fear's in you forever."

You look around the house from the outside to see if you can connect with the unsub's energy, but focusing too hard on your abilities is making your head hurt. Whatever you tap into must be where your wound is because it tingles the longer you try and see what happened to the victim.

You rub your temples with a sigh and turn away from the crime scene. You'll have to work this case without your abilities this time.

"Let's stick to the facts. Were there signs of forced entry?" Hotch asks.

"None that we could find, but whoever killed Delilah Grennan opened up every window in this house before he left."

"That's a signature from the previous murders."

"It's also a detail we never released to the public."

"Did it come out in the trial?" you ask.

"No, ma'am. The prosecution had Ryan nailed nine ways to Sunday. They didn't need it. I'm hard-pressed to know how this copycat knew about those windows."

"The man we're looking for is most likely a fan who exhaustively studied the first killings and used them to form his own murder fantasies. He knows this case as well as us; better if he had actual contact with Ryan while he was incarcerated."

"We sent two of our agents to Hawkesville Prison to look into it," Hotch informs.

"What about the semen?"

"Maybe it was smuggled out of the prison, kept on ice, and brought out on the anniversary of his death," you theorize. "There's an entire cottage industry based on serial killer effects and memorabilia. You can find absolutely anything if you know the right people."

"The question is, is this a one-time commemoration or is it just the beginning?"

"Do you have pictures of the victim before she was taken away?" you ask.

"Yeah. Here."

The sheriff hands over the pictures his CSI agents took of the body and the crime scene near her. Derek and Emily went to the morgue to examine the body more closely, so the pictures will have to do for right now.

The pictures include what Delilah's face looks like, all wide-eyed and fearful. However, her body is what interests you. On her stomach are holes that the unsub had dug into her, but it's the way they are placed that has your interest peaked.

"What is it?" Hotch asks when he sees you frown.

"Look at her stomach. There are puncture wounds, if I had to guess, were done with a Phillips head screwdriver. That's consistent with the previous murders, but something is different here."

"The groupings in the prior victims were always different in number and arrangement," the sheriff says. "The only thing different with this victim is I found traces of paper in the wounds."

"Paper? Like tissue?"

"Like notebook paper."

"This is weird," you mutter after studying the pictures further.

"What is it?" Spencer asks.

"I took a couple of courses in Astronomy in college. We studied the night sky as part of our final. We learned about the stars and constellations, and as someone with a photographic memory, I recognize the structure of these puncture wounds. This looks like the Piscis Austrinus constellation. It might not mean anything, but that's what it looks like to me."

Since you can't use your abilities here, there is nothing left for you to gather. Your time will be better spent at the station as you comb over all the evidence. As soon as you get back to the station, a letter has turned up to the police. 

It's not just any letter, it's a letter from the unsub.

"I give you a legacy, a breath of life from the Angel Maker himself. Those who prayed to forget me will one day see my face and shrink in fear," Spencer reads.

"That's the last thing people need right now," Sheriff Dobson sighs.

"Reid, how's it compared with the original correspondence?" Derek asks.

Spencer picks up letters written by the Angel Maker himself and compares them to the one that was just sent in.

"They share some compelling characteristics. I'd obviously like to look at it under magnification with better light."

"What's your best guess?"

"I'd say it's authentic."

"How can this letter be authentic if the guy's been dead for a year?"

"It could be an elaborate forgery or it could be a genuine article that was written before his death."

"Mail here isn't that slow," the sheriff scoffs.

"We're going over the prison visitor logs to check who had multiple visits with Ryan to try and narrow our suspect pool," Derek says.

Just then, a woman walks into the station in determination. No one seems to know who she is besides the sheriff.

"Sela? What are you doing here?"

"Is it true? There's a letter?"

"How could you possibly have known that?"

"You didn't really think you could keep that quiet around here, did you?"

"The letter's not from him, not in the way people might be saying. He might have had a friend on the outside."

"What if you're wrong? What it--"

"There's no such thing as ghosts, Sela," the sheriff shuts her down.

If only he knew.

"I'm not talking about a ghost. I am talking about those rumors about the execution. About how there were problems, and how it didn't work right."

"What are you suggesting?" Hotch asks her.

"What if he's still out there?" The sheriff rolls his eyes and shakes his head, but Sela isn't having it. "Don't do that. Do you think I'm the only one? Look outside." You walk to the window and see a crowd forming outside the police station. "They want proof that he's dead."

"There's only one way to do that. We gotta exhume the body," you shrug.

The sheriff wanted to ease the public's fears about this, so he ordered the body to be dug up. If people see that he is truly dead, then they will calm down. They will treat this as a copycat since that's what this is.

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[happiestplacehq]

Hey everyone !!

I hope we're all doing okay. I know life is kicking everyone's butt right now. I'm putting out the good vibes!

So, I'm finally on summer holiday and other than having studying to do for my ballet qualification, I actually genuinely have some free time on my hands at the moment. As you can probably all tell, the last few months have not been great for me keeping the main up to date and pushing things out, and keeping on top of everyone else's activity has been hard when I haven't been as active myself. Long story short, my mental health has absolutely tanked the last few months (understandable, given how many things have been thrown at me in a year and a half on top of work stress and studying) and I couldn't in good conscience hound anyone to be active when I was hiding myself.

For now, I feel rested and I'm pushing through the brain fog. I'm committing to being a better mod!

ANYWAY, all this is to say is that I'm planning a small revamp/ reboot of the RP, with the hopes that this motivates all of our players to make a slow and steady return to the dash.

This revamp will include some plot updates, a massive push for the plot moving forward, and an event to welcome the new "era" of the RP. (Trust me besties, I'm excited for the idea I have and I'm already writing things inside my mind!!)

I might change up the graphics and change some bios around here and there too if my mum's laptop agrees with photoshop. I'm not promising new bios just yet (as that is a hurdle unto itself).

The main thing to note going into this revamp is this:

There will be updates to the activity rules. Sadly, being as lenient as I have been has meant that activity has fizzled, which is understandable but not great if we're wanting to keep the RP moving forward, keep everyone feeling included and welcome new writers. (I know the dash has been moving better lately, but sometimes there are points where nothing is posted for a long time.)

I haven't decided on what the new rules will be yet, so am open to feedback and suggestions, but there will be changes to both activity and interaction rules. I will also be messaging each individual character account to ask your plans for the character going forward, or if you would like to drop the character at some point too. (If you're stuck with a character, this is a great time to reboot them.) These rules will not come into effect until the revamp is complete so there's still some time to message me or have a think about what you would like to do going forward.

As always, please send in a hiatus request if you think you will be away for over 2 weeks just so I can keep things as updated as possible.

To help me in this revamp, the RP/ Main will technically be on a semi-hiatus - RP and in character interactions will continue as normal, the main will just be quieter to help me make changes and keep track of everything. As such, I won't be promoting the RP until I'm happy with the revamp, and applications for new characters will be closed for a short while. You can still message me to change character FCs, request hiatuses and all the other usual stuff.

I'm giving myself until mid-August to get as much of this done as I can. I will be away in London for training from the 15th to the 23rd August, so if I put my mind to it we'll have something by then, OR the week I come back. I'll put a poll out nearer the time when we would like the grand-reopening to be!

Like I said, interactions are still to go ahead as normal! The game itself isn't on hiatus, just the main while I change things around and give everything a fresh coat of paint. Thank you to everyone who has stuck around thus far! I can't wait to see what this revamp sparks in everyone ✨

Please give this post a like once you have read it!

[harukadrawsthings]

EDIT 7/10/2023: Wow, in less than 24 hours I already got the 5 slots filled! Thank you to everyone and my apologies to those who didn't manage to have a slot in time. There's always a next time! As soon as the replies become ready I upload them but there's no deadline. Stay tuned!

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Original post 6/10/2023:

Hello, everyone, hoping that this start of Autumn is being good for you!

I've been a little busy dealing with mental health and quotidian stuff but over two thirds of the next part of the comic of Soul(mate)s of Light has been already developed. Thank you for your patience once again, expect its upload in the near future once it's ready to show.

In order to maintain the focus on the comic strips creation I'm re-opening the Ask box for a very short time once again. This post will be updated as soon the inbox gets closed.

After validating the questions of 5 different users made that include at least one to AU characters I'll temporarily close the Ask box once more. First come, first served. So if you were saving questions in the meantime, hurry up and ask them now while slots are available!

BEFORE SENDING AN ASK:

Last time in August when I was checking the pending messages and validating the questions that were suitable for replies I’ve observed a few things that I want to bring out some attention, as well reminding about a few factors:

There were users not respecting the “Maximum three character-directed questions per user” rule. Please consider there are other people that send questions and it’s not fair for them to have to wait longer because somebody made more asks.

For a better management of posts, I also want to ask to please make those three questions in a single post whenever it’s possible instead of sending them separately.

If someone sends me more than 3 character-directed questions per wave of replies, I’ll either only respond to the three first questions and suppress the others, or select the best 3 questions of that message.

Please don’t ask the characters questions about crossovers with IRL IPs unrelated with Pokémon. It’s 99% certain I won’t answer them. I reinforce that I reserve the right to not reply to questions that I find them inadequate to my AU standards or for other reasons not listed in the rules.

Although I don’t forbid questions done to characters that aren’t part of the main/secondary cast of the AU story, please consider that questions made to characters outside that circle are subjected to be unanswered if I conclude that replying them doesn’t bring anything relevant either to the readers or to the AU itself.

If the Ask Button isn’t available it’s because I’m not accepting character-directed asks at the moment. Do not use this thread to send character-directed asks. Please wait for a reopening and save your questions for next time! 😊

Author-directed questions are quicker to be replied than character-directed ones (especially if there's no character-directed ask included in the entire message). If I see it helps to speed up the inbox cleanup I can consider giving priority to answer this type of questions.

A reminder about the original rules to also be considered

Be polite, don't use foul language/swearing.

SFW asks, only! NSFW asks will never be replied.

Gore scenarios are very unlikely to be replied or if it involves a trigger subject that requires a real graphical depicting as well.

I reserve the right to not reply to a character ask if I find it inappropriate or for any other reason not mentioned here.

Maximum three character-directed questions per user. If author-directed questions are included alongside with character-directed questions, please don’t surpass 3 character questions and 2 author questions (making it a total of 5 questions per user).

Due to my personal life and the development of a new comic, replies to the asks won’t have a fixated deadline to be developed and published. Please be patient!

If I find the asks to be suitable for replying I might take some time to draw the character answers since it's something I have to do in parallel with ongoing projects like AU comics or illustrations (and there's my personal life to consider as well, of course!).

The more questions in the same ask message I receive, the more time I'll need to draw them as well since I have to submit every answer on the same post!

I give priority to draw answers for the asks I receive first in my inbox. Asks sent after someone has done it first will be in the drawing queue.

While I don't discard the possibility of drawing replies to questions directed to characters that don't have much relevance to the AU I can consider to do them if I conclude it's doable. However, I recommend that the questions are done for characters that are more prominent to the story.

I highly advice that the questions are asked in English, although I understand questions done in Portuguese or Spanish without having to use automatic translators for other languages.

Thank you in advance!

[silverhallow]

Ash's writing update

So next week my AO3 reopens, I won't be posting any updates straight away as I want to sort out the mess that's been left behind but I'm making some changes to it going forward.

i've got a few stories already finished so those will be posted as and when.

Some stories will be removed completely from AO3, I am not sure which ones yet but some may just be deleted completely, some I may moved to WattPad, just after the hack and what fics i know for definite that have been compromised a lot of my Smut is what's been plagued so these are what are moving or going.

I think going forward, any smut will likely just be posted here, some I will post on AO3, but I don't think it's gonna be much.

As for future stories... I am not sure what the crack is with them yet. My muse isn't cooperating so i've no idea if anything else will come once i've finished posting my current stories.

but posting will not be as often, I won't be writing as much, i'm just... losing the love for it, so i'm just going to write when the inspiration hits.

the drabbles that i've got i will write but honestly...

i've been thinking about this for a while, for nearly a month and I think i'm nearly done...

it's been coming for a while but i'm nearly there...

Not sure if it will be for good, or if it's just until the season comes out and we get a new story to work from but I think we're coming to the end.

i used to enjoy it, i used to get a lot of love and buzz from the comments, the engagement from people on here and it's just...

i get everyone is busy, engagement is low because we're not getting Benophie next, we're going to have to wait another 12 months if not longer...

I wrote what I wanted to write and people seemed to love it and that might come back when people come back to the couple and the show but I don't know...

I still love Benophie and nothing is going to change that but i'm falling out of love of writing...

I am one of those writers who thrives off feedback and engagement, as much as I didn't want to admit it... it's the truth. the more people engage, the more I am inspired to write...

so i guess... it's just... time.

so I will still be here and posting the updates i've got and I will finish Power of Love but after that...

it's anyone's guess...

but I'll still be here on the blog, so if people have asks they want to ask about my stories, things they wanna ask about anything... feel free but for now...

I guess this is the beginning of the end...

[ciaossu-imagines]

Hello, hello, my gorgeous lovelies! I'm put a bunch of posts in queue earlier and I'm working on adding a couple more before I log off for the night! For any who might have noticed, I'm making the official announcements that the ask box is closed to new requests at the moment and there have been changes made to the fandom list. Not only is this allowing me to queue up the event posts and spend time on my own writing, but I'm really moving quickly through the rereads and watches of some media I've either wanted to revisit or finally get around to watching, which is something I want to keep focusing on, so that when I do write, I'm giving you guys the best that I can, the most in character and authentic posts that I can. For those curious, I've finished

Reading Katekyo Hitman Reborn, plus the Secret Bullet novels and the anime filler arcs for that.

I'm caught up to Chapter 135 of Servamp (that's all they have translated to English on the source I use)

Reading Dogs: Bullets & Carnage up to Chapter 101

Watched all 3 seasons of Iruma-kun and caught up to Chapter 339 of the manga

Read Eyeshield 21

Watched Ronin Warriors, including the OVAs...I took this one off the fandom list and won't be writing officially for it on the blog beyond the posts already queued because honestly, I get very little interaction with those posts and it makes them less fun for me to write and share

Watched both seasons of The Vampire Dies in No Time and am caught up to Chapter 71 of the manga, as that's where my source stopped

Replayed the Mystic Messenger routes

Currently alternating between watching Yu Yu Hakusho and Haikyuu!!

Currently alternating between reading Jujutsu Kaisen and One Piece

The fandom list is a work in progress, because I do have sources to watch/read all the fandoms I was writing for, and will decide on whether to continue writing them after rereads/watches and seeing reader engagement with the queued posts :)

I'll be reopening the ask box once I've finished up a few more rereads and done some other stuff I want to do (like getting commissions back up and running here soon - I have some new ideas for that as well regarding pricing and services offered)! I promise - for now though, I'm making things as easy as possible on myself as I can, my dears!!

[vaggieslefteye]

Request Guidelines and Rules

Important Things to Note:

This blog is just one of my hobbies that I do for fun in my free time, and I make these gifs for free - of course I am going to prioritize getting requests done in a timely manner, but I might also just chill and take an extra day or three to finish.

Rest assured I'll always communicate if, for whatever reason, life decides that I need to put gifmaking/requests on hold for a few days or longer. Same goes for when I'm back up and running - I will not reopen requests until all previous accepted slots are filled.

Guidelines:

Send gifset requests through the askbox only, please. I won't consider requests made through comments/dms. I'll be more lenient with icon or video requests made through comments, but I'd prefer the ask box in general since I pay most attention to that.

If your request is simple in nature, don't be shy to just send it as it is.

That being said, the more specific, the better! I can get closer to your vision with the more details you can provide, otherwise I'll fill any gaps myself as I see fit.

EXAMPLE: "can i request a set of the scene where niffty stabs adam in episode 8?"

Simple request, but easily doable - in cases like this it would be entirely up to me on certain aspects like how many gifs I'll end up doing, which parts of the entire scene I show, if I add subtitles or not, etc.

Here is an example of a request for the same scene, but with more detail:

EXAMPLE: "request: a set of the scene when niffty is stabbing adam while laughing maniacally (starting from 16:32) and ending when lute shouts "no!" with subtitles? thank you!"

Also just as doable, and now I have clear instruction on what exactly to include. Heck, you can even throw in details like, idk, "including vox's reaction"/"can you take out vox's reaction though?"

If you're asking for a set focused on a certain character and you want it done in what I call a Spotlight style (eg: adam, angel dust), you can specify how many gifs you'd like: The minimal I'll do is 2, with a maximum of 8. Otherwise I'll do 4 by default. If you don't specify that you want this kind of style then I'll just do whatever feels fun for me at the moment :D

My minimum of 2 and maximum of 8 applies to all requests, as of now (though I won't be so tough on this either, if I'm cooking and the set ends up being 10 gifs, it ends up being 10 gifs lol)

Other Kinds of Requests I Will Do (will add more in the future, probably):

Make Me Choose - send me an ask and make me choose between two things related to Hazbin or Helluva, or even both! It can be characters, a particular scene, a character's dynamic with another, anything really. All you gotta do is send an ask that says "[x] or [y]?" no additional details required, but you can totally add some if you'd like. Like instead of just sending "lucifer or stolas?" you could send "who do you think is funnier, lucifer or stolas?" Either way I'll make a gifset dedicated to who or whatever I choose.

Episode Clips - Is there a scene from Hazbin Hotel or Helluva Boss episode that you like? Check out my #episode clips tag, I may have posted it already, but if I haven't, feel free to request a scene! I won't do scenepacks, but I may in the future, who knows.

Screencaps/Icons - I'll also post screencaps or icons of a character, scene, etc, just ask.

Rules:

Repeating this only once more: I will only consider gifset requests made through the askbox.

Keep your request contained in a single ask. I will not fill a request if it is split between two or more asks, so get those details all within the character limit.

For my personal comfort, I'm asking that you don't request gifsets or interact with me directly (ask, dm, @) if you're a minor (also like what are you doing here? lol). As I state in my bio, I'm an adult posting about an adult show that very much has adult themes prevalent in it so like it's not rocket science as to why the idea of talking to a minor about this show is Fucking Weird, right?

That being said I'm not anyone's parent and I'm not gonna spend hours combing through every single blog that sends in a request off anon looking for age confirmation but also like, if I hover over your name and you have your age right there in your bio that is very much under 18, sorry but I'm gonna block you.

I'll try to do every single request I get, but if I can't, I'll always state my reason why. But I'll definitely encourage you to send in another request or link you back here if necessary.

I don't know how to put this eloquently but like, try not to go overboard with requests? I'm still pretty new at this and I don't know how to do a lot of those cool color effects/blending/layering stuff the actual good gifmakers can do lmao. If I feel like I don't have the ability to fulfill the request and/or feel that it would just take too long to complete I'll decline and state my reasons why + encourage that you send another request. I don't exactly see this being a real issue, but hey, just in case.

For personal comfort, I won't do requests that are specifically asking for shipping content - yes, even if I myself do ship it! I figured staying neutral is the easiest way to go about this. Chaggie would be the only exception since they're less of a ship in my eyes and more of just a canon couple whose relationship is an integral part of their own respective stories/the main plot as well.

UPDATE: Since I do Helluva Boss now, I will now include canon relationships from there as exceptions to this rule as well, so Stolitz and Moxillie.

Don't ask for ships, ask for source material instead. What do I mean by this? Instead of asking for content of the characters by their ship name, or by wording the requested interaction in a way that paints it in a romantic light, you can just ask for the scenes as they are.

Example of a request I won't do: "can you do a gifset of huskerdust moments/interactions from the beginning of episode 4 pls?"

I would decline this, but you can still get this exact scene filled if you word it like this instead:

Example of a request I will do: "can you do a set from the beginning of ep 4, when angel is flirting with husk and he tells him he sees right through his act?"

Much better. Yeah, I very much ship huskerdust myself, but I'd only take the request if it's worded in this way.

If you're wondering why the hell this is even a rule, it's for me, mostly. I don't like the idea of constantly declining requests of ship content for ships I'd be uncomfortable doing. Or denying myself making gifs of moments between characters I like in a context outside of shipping. I think this way keeps it fun for everyone.

As for reblogging it and tagging it with a ship name: eh, do whatever. Tag it as you like! Tag it as you will! Not like I can stop you, but also I genuinely don't really care beyond that point AKDKSJFJSJF. Humor me, yeah? I promise this is my only weird rule lmao.

(You may see me talk about a ship I enjoy every now and then, but those will be contained in my own brainrot where the context becomes way more fandom-like and less source material-like. I am just focused on keeping requests neutral this way.)

[finns-tword-blog]

i'm sorry for not getting to any more WH requests. i've been seeing your asks and you all have such great ideas!! but i've been focusing a lot more recently on personal OC building these past few weeks and i'm planning on dedicating this month towards working on my OCs! i'm sorry to everyone who didn't get their request done, fixations tend to come and go, but i'll be reopening them once i have my kids finished 👏

[nordic-language-love]

wow you're so cool! how do you keep up with (what i assume are all side hobbies on top of probably a regular job) all of the things you do in your logs, especially with adhd? I struggle a lot with executive dysfunction and would love any new tips! Also, moving to Japan, what prompted you to move and how?? Thanks in advance for answering, and also so cool!!!

Hahaha thanks for thinking I'm cool 😅 Well, I'm a part-time performing artist and aerial/pole dance instructor, so I'm always at the studio for teaching on Thursdays and Sundays if nothing else, and I'll typically train a bit before teaching and do some kind of stretching as part of my warm-up. Sometimes I go in on other days too because I'll need to cover classes or because I'll book on to classes. Having a commitment like a booked class definitely helps with motivation!

As for languages: a lot of the activities I do require minimal executive function (e.g. reviewing vocabulary on Anki, playing on an app, reading a fun little science article in Norwegian etc) and I often do them when I lack executive function elsewhere (e.g. when I've driven somewhere and I'm struggling to transition from being in my car to getting out of my car). So it's not really hard to do them even with executive dysfunction. I also try to squeeze in listening as a form of multitasking (listening to Japanese music or Norwegian radio while I'm driving/doing housework etc). And sometimes I hyperfocus! So I might study a language all day and not realise I've done it.

Sometimes having a strict schedule really works for me, so I might plan my day down to the minute. Other times it's too restrictive and I just kinda do what I want. At this point I've learned to embrace the bouncy brain and follow where my interests take me.

I've also learned to accept I might need to lower my expectations of myself just to get me started. A 1-hour exercise session seems daunting. 5 minutes "just moving" is a lot more manageable (and will very likely turn into a 1-hour session). I do this with housework too: rather than saying "I'm gonna unload the dishwasher now" I'll be like "I'm gonna take ONE thing out of the dishwasher and put it away". Giving myself permission to not complete tasks can help me get started (and often I do actually finish the task anyway).

I can also overcome executive dysfunction with the countdown method (when I remember to employ it lol). It's something I saw on tumblr, actually: whenever you decide you want to do something, count down from 5. By the time you've finished your countdown, you need to have moved in the direction of the thing you want to do. You don't have to start it; just move towards it. When I remember to do it, it works a good 95% of the time.

I do indeed have a job! I teach ESL on italki, which means I often have work to prepare the night before. I know that starting it too early is pointless, so I purposefully leave it until the last minute, because that's when I'll actually get it done. No "well I'll do it now so I can relax later". No feeling guilty for not doing it. I know and trust myself enough to get things once the deadline starts to loom.

As for Japan... it's a bit of a long story, but basically I've always wanted to live abroad, and I got a TEFL certificate in 2020. I looked at places I could go, Japan came up as one of the best countries in terms of pay and living standard. So, I sent out some inquiries, got an interview and then a job offer. Didn't end up taking it for a bunch of reasons, but then a few months ago they got back in touch asking me if I'd like to reopen my application and I decided to accept this time. So, off I go in January!

Anyway, that was an essay! My apologies 😅 Good luck with your executive dysfunction! It can be a real bitch to overcome, but it's possible with practice and trial & error!

[omori-in-odd-places]

I'm temporarily closing asks because I have quite a few requests I'd like to get through but then I'll reopen them once they're done :))

[pupintransit]

It's always deeply amusing to me to see conservatives blather on about "The Dangers of Transgenderism™️" and the usual horseshit about grooming and coercion. In truth, the trans community goes out of their way to make sure folks are making as informed a choice as possible. I've been blessed to have made connections with kind and intelligent people who have been through the system, know how it works, and are willing to share their knowledge with others.

To that end, i have to ask myself a question: Is bottom surgery worth it for me? The overwhelming consensus from the folks I know who are post-op have said it was worth it for them, but there's a bit of an asterisk next to that. They want to be sure I and other folks in my situation don't romanticize surgery. Complications and revisions happen, and pain is pretty well gaurenteed. I trust them when they say the first few months will be deeply unpleasant, and I want to carry myself with that expectation.

Out of respect for the privacy of this community, I will be speaking very generally about what experiences I should expect, and speak about no one except myself in this post. With that out of the way, what are the cons, difficulties, and hardships I need to be prepared for?

Cost. I'm fortunate that the cost of my surgery will be covered 100% by my provincial insurance. What is not covered is travel and accommodation. Since I'm not willing to wait up to four years for surgery in BC, I'm placing myself on the waitlist for GRS Montreal instead. Hotels and flights are not cheap, so I'll have to see what supports and resources I can bring in to help me pay for it.

Loneliness. I have absolutely zero family or friends in Quebec. I think the closest friend I have to that province lives in Kitchener, Ontario. That's about a six hour drive - I checked. It would be unreasonable for me to ask her to see me in Montreal, let alone to ask anyone from BC. My husband is willing to come help me, but since we both have bills and obligations we can't gaurentee that he'll be able to. I have to be prepared to be on my own if it comes to that.

The plane ride home. Good christ, this will be hard to navigate. I'm not 100% sure what my pain med schedule is going to be, so that will impact how comfortable this will be. Sitting down on is going to be painful, and I want to be sure I don't reopen any stitches in that crowded plane. How do I go about that? Great question! Just wish I had a great answer.

Complications and revisions. The technique at GRS Montreal is a single procedure, apparently performed with three surgeons in the room. While I love that it's quick, it doesn't leave a lot of room for revisions if I don't like the aesthetic, nor for any corrective work if there are complications. Also, since the wait for services in BC is pretty long I may have to travel back to Montreal for care if anything like that happens, which will not be cheap.

Dilation. For the first month I'll be dialating four times a day, then three times for month two & three, twice for months four to six, and then once daily until the twelfth month. I'd prefer to get a full six months off of work to best accommodate this, but the standard seems to be going back to work by month four. Twice daily dilations are going to be difficult to manage given my work schedule and long commute. If I can't get those extra two months, I'll have to negotiate a change in my work hours.

Sexual functionality. I likely will be capable of orgasming after everything is said and done, but I'll have to work at it and re-learn how to do that with my new genitals. It'll be a long and frustrating process, and there's not much I can do about it other than try and be patient.

I'm writing this out with the same motivation that the trans folks I'm connected with brought this up had. It's a reminder in good faith that this is not an easy process, which to me is an important part of the support I want to seek out from my community. I want to understand what I'm getting myself into, and they have been gracious not to sugarcoat the reality of it.

After everything is said and done I still want a vaginoplasty, and I still want to go to Montreal to do it. These are problems with solutions. All I have to do is find out what those are.

[arkon-z]

I've read Mosaic and I remember that part! Pretty distinctly, actually. I can give a detailed summary from memory, because it stuck with me. Cut for spoilers, of course. Fair warning, this got LONG:

Basically, Janeway and Paris were attacked in the shuttlecraft and captured and taken either to Cardassia or to a Cardassian colony where they were imprisoned. They were separated and Janeway was chucked in a cell that was too low for her to even sit up in. She had been injured in the attack and wasn't given any kind of medical attention, because I think I remember her having to apply pressure with her bare hand for a long time before it stopped. She shouted for a guard to tell her what was going on, but she was ignored.

She was alone in the cell for either several hours or a few days (can't remember) before someone finally pulled her out. She was too weak to stand and they dragged her to Gul Camet, who immediately started fretting over her. You know, "oh, my dear, what a terrible mistake has been made! You shouldn't have been subjected to such barbaric conditions!" and has a doctor treat her injuries. Janeway is in no state to refuse the treatment, but she knows better than to trust the dude and stays defensive.

They start talking and he asks what the Federation is doing in Cardassian territory. She says it's unclaimed territory, but he says it's not anymore, because they just annexed it. Her naivete suddenly shows, because she says something like, "You can't just say the planet is yours because you want it."

But Gul Camet is like, "Sure we can. We wanted the planet, so we took it over. It's ours now. And since it's ours, we can do what we want with it. Now, what were you doing on the planet?"

The official story is that the Federation was installing survey equipment for science reasons. But once Paris and Janeway were en-route to the planet, he told her that the Federation would be using the equipment to keep an eye on the Cardassians, as well. He said it because she had the right to know, just in case the mission went sideways, which it did. Thing is, the Federation would never have put the equipment there if they'd know the Cardassians had just annexed the planet, and Janeway wishes Paris hadn't told her about the spying bit, so she wouldn't have to lie to Gul Camet.

She gave the official story about the survey equipment, also explaining that they never would have done it if the Cardassians had bothered to announce that they'd taken the planet. Gul Camet drops his nice guy act and hits her. He yells at her about the Federation spying on them, and maybe something else, but I don't remember. Then he shows her a torture device. Some kind of device that directly stimulates the pain receptors and in such a way that the brain can't get used to the pain and ignore it. The pain would be unimaginable.

He also says she's already got one on her and he activates it for a second to give her a taste, or maybe he just described what it can do. Janeway tries to stay calm, saying that torture is a terrible way to get information out of prisoners, because they'll confess to anything out of desparation. Gul Camet bascially says, "I know. I'm not doing this to get information. This is meant to break your spirit, and it will. Tell me what you were doing on the planet and I'll consider not using it."

Janeway sticks to the official story, and I think says something about "You'll have to talk to my superior for that information." Gul Camet snaps and has her taken back to the cells. Someone rips the bandage off her head and punches her in the wound, reopening it, and by the time she comes back to her senses, she's back in the cell. Then, they start torturing Paris, and she can hear him screaming. She covers her ears, singing an old childhood song to block out the noise, for hours.

I don't recall how many times they tortured Paris, but the book makes it seem like they were only captured for a week, maybe two. She wasn't tortured directly, but I suppose listening to her commanding officer scream for mercy over several hours is its own kind of hell.

Eventually, they're rescued by an officer named Justin Tighe and his team and returned to Starfleet. Paris tells her later that he broke under torture almost immediately, begging the Cardassians to let him give them more names if it would shut off the device. She notices he was never the same after that.

But if you thought Janeway's torment ended there, you should know that we're not done yet. She and Justin got on like a house on fire, eventually dating and becoming a hell of a team. It's enough to get her talking to her father again, who has been distant since her childhood. The threat of the Cardassian war kept him too busy to be there for her, but when she and Justin announce their engagement, he realizes what he missed and apologizes. They make up and it's a very touching scene.

Eventually, she, Justin and her father are on assignment together, testing out a new kind of warp pulse engine. They're having a great time, discussing wedding plans and growing closer. But when they do the test flight, everything goes wrong. The ship tries to land on or comes apart in the atmosphere of Tau Ceti Prime and Janeway falls out of the ship, landing in the snow. There are vessel chunks everywhere, including part of the bridge, which is sinking into the water under the ice cap. She comes to and can see her father and Justin in the wreckage. She finds the controls for the barely functioning transporter system in the part of the wreck that's not sinking and tries to beam them out. But there's only enough power to get both of them and she has to make the choice of who to save.

But Janeway doesn't do impossible scenarios, so she starts rerouting power from the remaining damaged systems. She's working like a madwoman, pulling energy out of wherever she can, one watt at a time. The section is still sinking, but she's determined. She's driven. She's doing it too; the power is increasing, inch by inch and then, there's enough. She can do it - she can save both of them!

And then the sinking section finally submerges, spoiling any chance of a clean transporter lock with damaged targeting sensors. They're both gone and she can't beam them out. She could have saved one, but knew she never could have made the choice, and in so doing, she lost them both.

Yeah, Janeway is a mess. And she doesn't handle impossible choices very well. She's had to live with the guilt of not being able to save either of the men she loved the most for the rest of her life. Maybe it's no surprise that she's so quick with her self-sacrificing plans.

The more I dig into the Voyager rewatch, and the more I see Janeway is giving in more and more to the Valkyrie she's always inside. The more intriguing Janeway is. I already think she's great but digging deeper into Janeway is amazing.

I keep thinking of how Janeway holds on to the Starfleet regulations and it makes me think of that Doctor Who quote and how she fits the description to a tee:

"Good men don't need rules. Today is not the day to find out why I have so many."

I feel this is Janeway -- she has rules for a reason, she's not evil but she also knows she can go very, very far.

Janeway has been through a brutal border skirmish in the conflict with the Cardassians. She downplays it but, how Kate Mulgrew, it feels like there was a lot more there.

She ranked up from Lieutenant, not because of being a Science Officer but because she's a decorated vet in a bloody siege, where they won.

As we've seen from Sige of AR-558 and the episode in Strange New Worlds ground combat is a whole different beast from ship-to-ship battle.

(Tom looks like a zombie in the last one btw)

Also, IMO, she's one of the more inventive tacticians in Starfleet-- the way she used the torpedoes in Year of Hell as a mine was amazing!

That's a great naval tactic shit. Hot girl navy.

But also, Janeway fits so much the Doctor Who, Good Man Goes to War rhyme:

Demons run when a good man goes to war. Night will fall and drown the sun, when a good man goes to war. Friendship dies and true love lies, night will fall and the dark will rise, when a good man goes to war.

It's also true of Janeway that when the three people that form the basis of Janeway's mental health died and/or became very sick, Admiral Endgame Janeway happened. And then she destroyed the Borg.

Janeway needs rules for a reason.

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