#I'm reporting them as soon as i see em but it's not enough

[drempen]

Is it just me, or has the amount of porn bots spamming tags dramatically increased over the past couple of days? Like, I can't scroll through a tag for more than a few seconds without encountering numerous blatantly explicit porn links

[misskingshit]

𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘵 summary: where he has an interest in a certain pop singer, and he doesn't try to hide it. note: believe me or not i’ve been listening hip hop since Im like 15 y/o, soooo why not do an M&M’s fic?? Let me know if u want part 2! xoxo

The lyrics of Mr Eminem's new song being mostly about you? That was something you definitely didn't expect.

I get so weak on my knees

Lose all control

Damn, her silhouette

So hot

Fuck bein’ a gentleman

I'm going to fuck her instead

The red carpet at the Grammys has always been a dream for you, you had already won a couple of awards, today... you were excited to be the presenter of one of them.

Best Rap Album.

To say you were excited is an understatement.

You've loved this genre of music since you were a teenager, Tupac, Fifty, Snoop...to name the most classics.

The camera flashes were the only thing you saw, accompanied by many voices that stunned your ears just by hearing your name.

"Y/N! over here!" A reporter called you, without hesitation, you approached.

"Hey how are you?" you asked with a big smile.

"Incredible! How are you? I imagine you're very excited for tonight" he smiles.

"Don't even mention it! I can't wait to call the winner on stage!"

"Do you think Eminem is nominated? He's been on everyone's mouth lately with his latest song..."

Here we go.

"Yeah... well, I'm sure he'll be nominated, I mean, he's fucking Eminem, it would be like a sin if he wasn't, right?" You laughed a little awkwardly.

"What do you think about his last song, about his comments towards you? 50% of people are upset calling Eminem a degenerate..." you didn't let him finish speaking.

"Well...I really like him, I mean, I've always been his fan and it's an honor to be named in one of his songs. Plus I also think that...we all know how he's like, if you don't like his way to be, to think, to speak, the lyrics of his songs, just don't listen to it and that's it, problem solved, I don’t see the point in hating so much on something you can just...ignore" you laugh looking at the camera "Just take things more lightly, not everything is fighting and bad intentions."

You finished your conversation with said reporter and simply headed to your designated seat.

On the other hand, a certain blonde boy was also being attacked with questions regarding his controversial lyrics.

"She's here? Shit, I want to see her," the blonde rapper said, showing a small, very small, smile, turning his head around with the intention of catching some sign of the hot pop singer, you.

"Yes! In fact she will be the one to present the award for best rap album!"

"No shit! Damn man she's here" Em turned around and said to his best friend, Proof.

In a few minutes everyone finished settling into their seats and you both were surprised when you looked at each other, just a few seats away.

You were five seats to the right and three to the back, so you caught him every time he turned his head back a little to look and smile at you.

Until, soon...your moment had arrived, you got up from your seat to head backstage.

By the way, when you walked past the rapper, he didn't try to hide the fact that he couldn't take his eyes off you for even a second.

"And the Grammy goes to..." you created some tension "EMINEN!" You blurted out the name more excited than you should have.

The rapper's reaction might not have been very expressive normally, but he couldn't contain his smile when he knew who would be the one giving to him his award. The rapper and his friends got on stage and it was inevitable that you felt nervous as you watched him walk towards you, with a playful look, as if he knew what he generated in you.

"Congratulations," you whispered when he was close enough to you, taking the grammy as you felt the soft brush of his fingers against yours, he did it on purpose.

You didn't expect him to give you a hug.

"That's all I get?" He whispered back to you, keeping your faces close and your noses touching, his hands on your waist pulling you closer to him as if he didn't want to move away from you.

A great bustle from the public was heard, and it took them both out of the small cloud in which they were.

This was definitely going to stir the waters.

You both walked away, while you greeted and congratulated the rest of his friends (Proof winking at you in the process).

"Wow, shit, this is crazy, thank you so much to everyone who made the production of this album possible, Dr Dre, who always had my back, I will be forever grateful...and my god, damn, thanks to whoever the fuck is that put this beauty in that dress..." he turned to look at you and winked "Y/N Y/L/N ladies and gentlemen, the source of my inspiration for Heat Seeker"

Obviously, you blushed.

The entire audience was applauding, probably already starting to gossip among themselves about the little show between you and Eminem.

Like a gentleman he offered you his hand as he watched you walk down the steps of the stage with great caution. "Thank you," you whispered. “Any time” he smiles at you.

´Til the end of the awards you continued to connect glances from time to time, you also noticed how his friends bothered him every time he turned his head to look at you.

"Hey, Y/N! wait!" listen to yourself behind your back. "Hey," you looked at him softly, "whats up?" He shook his head quickly. "I just wanted to…I mean, normally I wouldn't give a shit, but, I wanted to make sure that the song didn't offend you, it wasn't to upset you…" You interrupted his attempt to apologies "Don't worry, I understand it was just the song, I didn't take it personally, actually, I loved it" you laughed. "You did? I'm glad you're not like the rest and laugh instead of being offended." His attempt to hide his smile failed completely.

It just slips away from him.

Just with you.

A few seconds of silence took over the situation, though it wasn't uncomfortable, your eyes connected and you didn't seem to realize that you had been staring at each other. "Uhm, I was about to go to my hotel," you pointed behind you, "I was gonna change for the afterparty."

"Can I go with you?" He asked you, but before you processed the fact that he wanted to go with you to your hotel, he interrupted your thoughts "I mean, just so then we can go to the party together, if you want" he scratched the back of his neck.

You didn't even need to think about it "Yeah, I would like that" you smiled.

The two of you walked together towards your limo, captured by several cameras, so neither of you doubted that tomorrow you would wake up to a bunch of articles about how Eminem and Y/N left the Grammy's together. But none of you care about it.

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✏ TNAIT 001: If You Can't Beat 'Em, Join 'Em l.at fanfic

✰ pairing: nerdy!bandboy!anton x cheerleader!fem!reader | ✰ wc: 2.1k | ✰ cw: profanity, sexual themes |✰ plot: after receiving your midterm report, your parents threaten to pull you off the cheer squad if you don't pull your grades up. so, you take the advice of your best friend to seek help. [Series Masterlist]

“If I don’t see those grades going up soon, you’re done with cheerleading,” your dad spat at the dinner table.

“But my team needs me,” you whined. “I can’t leave in the middle of cheer season.”

“Do I look like I care about any of that?” He sneered. “This is an all-A’s family. And your grades are embarrassing,” he continued as he pulled out your midterm report. “Not a single A. And the worst part is that you’re failing math.”

“But that professor is a complete jerk.”

“I hardly ever see you studying. You go to class, come home, play your phone, and goof off with your friends. This university is very expensive and I will not continue funding your education if you’re gonna perform like this. School is about more than cheer.”

“But—”

“No buts. I don’t want to hear another word. Fix it or you’re done,” he said cutting into his steak.

“Listen to your father, honey. It’s very important that you maintain a good academic standing so you can get into a nice law school. Both your father and I graduated with a very high GPA—”

“3.75 and higher,” your father budded in.

“Exactly, so if you need a tutor—”

“I’m not stupid. I can do it by myself,” you mumbled. Even though you desperately wanted the help you knew this was a trap. Your father would not be happy if you were willing to give up that quickly.

“Ok,” your mother nodded. “But remember if you need the help it’s available for you.”

Being honest with yourself, you didn't want to go to law school and be a lawyer anyways. But you knew that your parents weren't going to let you graduate with a career as a cheerleader. They wanted you to have a real profession and since you couldn't pick fast enough, your father chose for you.

A job that was perfect for a sophisticated young woman and possibly a way for you to meet a good husband, or at least that's what your parents were telling you.

You finished dinner and went to bed. But not without logging onto your computer and checking your grades for each course.

• Politics — 79.47% • English — 82.97% • Math — 68.12% • Geography — 75.83%

"There's no way in hell I'm gonna be able to bring these grades up in time," you groaned as you closed your laptop and collapsed into your pillow.

"Is it just me or do you feel like cheerleaders are basically strippers in training," Chanyoung said as he opened his locker.

"Nah, they definitely are. Just think about it. They flip around and shake their asses in skirts so short that a small breeze will be enough to expose everything underneath," Dongmin replied as he leaned against the locker beside Chanyoung. "I'm not complaining, I'm just saying," he mumbled.

"No, you're right. And from what I can see is that the majority of them are brainless bimbos who've most likely sucked their way through school," Chanyoung said pulling out a few tablets to shove into his backpack.

"I bet you'd love to have some brainless bimbo suck you off," Dongmin chuckled. "You can't even lie and say that you wouldn't take the chance if it was given to you."

"I mean..."

"Exactly. I'm not calling you a hypocrite or anything, I just want you to be real with yourself," Dongmin said as Chanyoung zipped up his backpack, lugging it on his back. "Hell, I wouldn't even pass up an offer like that," he added, slightly bumping Chanyoung's shoulder.

"Yeah, I guess," Chanyoung shrugged.

"Anyways, I gotta go. I'll catch ya later tonight at the game, alright? Our usual spot," Dongmin nodded before walking off, leaving Chanyoung behind.

"Alright, see ya," he waved gently before walking down the hall.

Chanyoung wasn't entirely wrong, you knew a couple girls on the squad who did a few "extra credit assignments." After hearing about your situation one of the girls even offered to hook you up with the guy that helped her.

"Honestly, it sounds worse than it really is," Abigail said, her blonde hair falling in her face as she tied her shoelaces. "Having some pervy nerd pull up your grades is easy. Trust me, my grades were even worse than yours. And now I have a 3.5 GPA and nothing lower than a B on my transcript," she smiled before standing up to walk over to the mirror, adjusting her uniform.

"Yeah, but wouldn't it be weird if we use the same guy?" You asked.

"Hmm, I mean...I don't think so. Xoey and I had a threesome with him and he loved it. We also got a perfect 100 on our group presentation without editing a single slide," she beamed.

You bit your lower lip, considering the tempting option that had been placed before you.

"Look, if you don't want to get help from Jake, then you can find your own unsuspecting nerd who's willing to help you out in exchange for some action," she smirked, clipping a bow in her hair.

"Guys! What the hell are you still doing in here?" your brown-skinned cheermate, Nova, spat while waving her pom-poms around as she spoke. "You need to get on the field right now! Coach is already pissed," she said, her curly hair bouncing as she jogged away.

"Coming!" Abigail shouted. "We'll talk about this after the game okay," she said, shaking your shoulder before the two of you ran out together.

You met the sharp green eyes of Coach Sam, who looked about as pissed off as you expected her to be. "If you hadn't noticed by the raging crowd behind these doors, we have a big game tonight ladies! Remember your timing! Watch your step! And please, for the love of god, don't fuck this up!" she shouted before placing her black cap on, covering her shaggy dark brown hair.

She blew the whistle, signaling you all to do your signature walk out onto the field to open the game. You just tried your best to focus as you did the first cheer of the game. After you finished, you and the rest of your squad sat down on the benches.

"Abigail. ____," Coach Sam said tapping your shoulders.

"Yes, Coach?"

"If either of you pull some shit like that again you'll be running laps from sun-up to sun-down. Understand?"

"Yes, Coach," you answered in unison.

This game was important for three reasons.

1. If your university won, that meant you were going out of state for the next game.

2. There were cheer scouters watching tonight and the possibility of being picked increased with your performance.

3. This could be one of your last games if you can't figure out what to do about your grades.

"There's no A in cheer," your father's words echoed in your head.

"But there is in cheat," you thought to yourself.

As much as you didn't want to, you took Abigail's advice and scoped the bleachers for the perfect target. Dorky, lonely, and horny...but most importantly, smart.

Chanyoung and Dongmin sat at the very top row of the second tier, in the seats farthest to the left. You set your eyes on the dark-haired boy and his friend.

Curious to know who they were, you whispered to your cheermate Janice, asking if she recognized him. She knew almost everybody, especially since her dad was the dean of the university.

So it was no surprise that she was also head cheerleader and you were sure she had already secured a spot on a professional football team after college. That’s just how her family operated. Paying their way through life.

“Oh, that’s Lee Chanyoung and Han Dongmin, they're both a part of the university's orchestra. You'll usually see them hanging out together. Literally, like all the time."

Introducing New Target: Lee Chanyoung. Age 20. Perfectly talented brainbot. Not only was he in a highly desired honors society, but he was also a part of the college's orchestra.

You nearly smacked yourself in the face as you thought back to the first week of uni and how you were forced to attend the opening recital with your parents. "Classical music is a good way to lighten your mood and increase productivity,” your father said as you sat sandwiched between him and your mother.

Sometimes you hated the amount of pressure your parents put on you to be perfect. Unrealistic expectations that they couldn’t even meet themselves…at least not without pulling their hair out.

You were trying to find a balance between school and life. Yes, school could prove to be very beneficial for you in the future and a great investment, but you didn’t want to let life pass you by while you had your nose shoved 16 chapters deep in a textbook.

After Janice finished reciting what sounded like their admissions speech, you waited until the game was over to put your plan into action.

You texted Abigail to let her know that you’d be looking for a study partner tonight so she wouldn’t worry about where you were. But she told you to make it quick. She promised to wait around to take you home that way you had an alibi for staying out late.

The stands were clearing out as the game came to an end and you ran across the field to catch up with Chanyoung and Dongmin, throwing your bag over your shoulder.

"Hey!" you called out, hoping they'd hear you.

If they did...great, you could move on to step two, but if they didn't you would die of embarrassment.

"Uhh, are you talking to us?" Dongmin asked, turning around and tilting his head as Chanyoung paused beside him.

"Yeah," you said shyly.

"Oh my god. I can't believe I'm actually crumbling right now," you thought to yourself.

"Umm...well I know we don't really know each other, but I need some help," you tried your best to be confident, but you couldn't shake the fact that this felt like downright prostitution. "It'll just be for a couple of weeks to help me pull up my grades."

"Uhh--"

"I'll pay you for it," you spat. Maybe there was a way to get some assistance without having to degrade yourself--no shame to Abby. She did what she thought was right.

"Well, as much as I'd love to help you, I'm already swamped," Dongmin shrugged before a mischievous smirk crept across his face. "But my buddy Chanyoung is more than available."

"I am?" Chanyoung said, eyes widening in shock. That was the first time you heard his quiet voice since you came over.

"Of course you are," he winked, patting his friend on the shoulder. "He's been telling me all about how easy this semester has been on him and that he has way too much free time and nothing to do with it."

"Really?!" you asked, surprised everything was going so smoothly. Maybe you would be able to pick up your grades without having to lose your dignity after all.

"Oh yeah. Trust me," Dongmin smiled. "He can help you out with your little...issue."

Okay...this Dongmin guy was acting a little suspicious, but you needed all the help you could get. Beggars can't be choosers, right?

"Okay," you said pulling your phone out of the side pocket of your bag. "Let me just give you both my number so that we can keep in touch. I really appreciate your help," you unlocked your phone before opening your contacts.

Dongmin put in both of their numbers while Chanyoung stood beside him not saying a word. "There ya go," Dongmin smiled handing you back your phone.

"Thank you so much," you smiled. "Can I meet up with you tomorrow?"

"T-tomorrow?" Chanyoung stuttered.

"Umm yeah. I want to get started as soon as possible...if that's okay."

"Oh, yeah of course. That's fine. He'll meet you tomorrow in the library," Dongmin reassured you, wrapping his arm around his friend.

“That’s great,” you smiled. “Will you be there too?”

“Me? Oh no, like I said before, this is all my buddy Channie. He’s got nothing better to do than help a friend…well a new friend,” something about the cheesy grin plastered across his face was unsettling, but you gotta do what you gotta do.

“Okay that’s fine. Just text me what times you’re available tomorrow and I’ll meet you then,” you smiled.

“____! Girl come on let’s go!” Abby shouted from across the field. You saw her from a distance, checking her pretend watch, taping her foot.

“Sorry guys, I gotta go now. See ya,” you waved before joining Abby.

You hopped into her bright yellow convertible, leaving the boys behind on the field.

Everything was looking great for you. You had a study date planned with a total book nerd. Hopefully, he will be a little less shy tomorrow, otherwise, you didn’t expect to make much progress.

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[wingedjellyfishflight]

They Don't Make 'Em Like They Used To

Captain Price is a tough man. He has risen through the ranks by making tough decisions and somehow pulling success from the jaws of defeat on many occasions. He is well aware that many of his best men do not come from good homes with good role models in their lives. Thus, he adopts a stern, but fair dad persona. Most of the time, there is pushback quickly and he doesn't get to indulge much. At least, until you come along.

The day you join the 141, he goes over your file, it isn't the first or the last time he will look it over, but it is the first time he looks at the section covering your home life from before you joined up. The file on your father is thick, intimidating, mother is just one line: died in childbirth. As he skims over the known and assumed facts of your father, he sees the same patterns again that are present in many other files. Abuse, neglect, abandonment. He sighs before standing to meet with you and welcome you to the team.

It doesn't take long for you to settle in, despite the constant jump scare that is Ghost looming out of dark corners and doorways, imitating a character from a book with his yells of "maintain acuity!" Captain Price has the exact opposite energy around him. Calming, always announcing his presence in some way to not startle anyone. Good job sounds encouraging, not condescending and you feel on cloud nine when he says attagirl, because you know he means it.

The first time you get a scrape, he is there checking you over. As soon as he's sure you're fine, he jokes, "No saving it. Gonna have to cut off the whole leg. Get the medics." Soap is the only one to laugh. Later, you find a quiet moment to ask Soap why the Captain's jokes are always so bad. He explains dad jokes to you and your response is simply, "didn't know dad's could joke, huh." You're puzzled, but happy for the hug he wraps you in. The moment of comfort ends when Ghost looms out of a nearby door and jabs Soap in the side with his stupid "maintain acuity!"

The jokes continue and you find yourself laughing at how dumb they are. One day you say, "I'm hungry." Before he can think, he shoots back, "Hi hungry, I'm da-Price." Clearing his throat, he quickly walks away. Less than twenty minutes later, he drops a bowl in your hands. "What's this, Captain?" "Mac n cheese n hot dogs with ketchup, the dad special." He sits down with his own bowl and watches you out of the corner of his eye as you dig in excitedly, a small smile on his face when you tell him how good it is.

Later, Ghost stops you in the hall. "You don't have to humor the old man. If you tell him to stop, he will stop and it won't hurt his feelings. He's tried to parent all of us at one point." You stare at him worriedly. "Am...am I not supposed to eat the macaroni and hot dogs? It was really good. Never had it before." You can see him clenching and unclenching his jaw. Finally, he answers, not making eye contact, "if you like it, eat it."

When you mention that a guy from another team asked you out on a date, you see a whole new side of the Captain. He demands to know who it is and when he finds out, he has Gaz gathering intel immediately. Armed with the report, he tells you that this guy isn't good enough for you. The guy doesn't even have a car. When you remind him that you don't have a car, Price responds, "exactly, how is he gonna take you on a date with no car?" You shrug. "He said something about a bar, so I thought we would just take a taxi there and back." He grunts and walks away. When your date picks you up, Captain is there asking where he is taking you and when you will be back.

You spot no less than three of your team members at the bar within twenty minutes of getting there, all watching you from various points around the room. Clearly, your date sees none of them, as he gets more than a little handsy despite your mild protests. Tired of his wandering hands, you try to stand up and he reaches to pull you back down. A hand wraps around his wrist, Captain Price glaring down at him, face red and unlit cigar clenched tightly in his teeth. "She said no, lad. Hands off." He takes you back to base and passes you a pint of your favorite ice cream. "Blokes suck," is all he says as he claps a hand on your shoulder before settling down to watch an old Bond movie with you.

Some might confuse his interference as flirting, but you and the team know that he is fully platonic in his feelings, just determined to be the dad you needed as a kid. It seeps into everything after long enough. He is spotted wearing white new balance sneakers on his days off and yells at everyone to "get off his grass" while he sits on a lawn chair. His favorite days are the ones where you plop a chair next to him and drink a pitcher of lemonade together, his secretly spiked with his favourite bourbon. You chat with him, sometimes asking for advice on life and other days discussing his favorite historical battles or his plans for retirement.

You ask him to be your dad for real one day after several years, nervously asking him to adopt you. The hug he wraps you in hides the tears pouring down his face. He is never prouder than the day he pins a new tag to your chest. It reads PRICE and he tears up seeing you proudly wear it.

[heartfullofleeches]

I'd like to hear more about all of the haunted workplace entities, but if I gotta choose........ maybe deer kidney guy?

(I'm like 70% sure this in reference to the nsfw ask... but since I'm not 100 you just smooch 'em.)

Oh.

Well now you know how this thing is capable of mimicking the customers.

Closing out for the night, you sweep the floors by the front doors when you first hear it. You're so exhausted from the various clean ups and frustrating customers that you unlock the door when your coworker asks you to let them in. Turns out it wasn't your coworker and instead the two foot taller, crybaby figure that stalks you from outside the restaurant.

During the other instances it managed to get in, you were always gifted with fresh kidneys wrapped in news paper. Overhearing the local news reporting a bizarre case, you discovered that these organs came from the wilderness just five miles away from your job. Deer kidney's to be more precise, but it's not like you were dying to know their origin.

"Y/n... I'm waiting."

Right.

After tricking you and getting inside the restaurant, the figure had catched you to the register where it pinned you before you could hope over. As it began its usual spiel about your fate together, you offered to kiss the damn thing if it left you alone for the week. That shut it up.

You peel back it's robes just enough to gain access to its lips and you're greeted by more than you expect. A lot more. The creature grey skin was covered in small mouths and scarred blackish flesh. Some whimpered and groaned, others chanted your name like a mantra. One had a piercing, just like the new hire. Creepy, but you wouldn't see them for at least a week if you went through with it.

You squeeze your eyes shut and go in for the count. The mouths sigh in unison as yours binds with the one most center to its face. You feel them lick your cheeks and hands, but you focus on the fact you just refilled the soap dispenser to keep going. Its breath smells like fresh rain; needle point teeth circling your lower lip - marking your skin before the oncoming bite. The figure sucks on the wound until no more blood can be drawn.

"Thank you.... See you soon"

You wipe your soar lips off on your shoulder sleeve and held to the back to mark yourself down for the shifts your coworker once claimed.

[boinin]

Can I get 17, 18, 19, 20, and 29 for Kunigiri and AiSen (Aiku x Sendou)

Hi Mr. Smithereens! You sure can. I'm happy to blab about Aikusen in particular! Such a good rarepair.

17. Who says I love you first?

Kunigami, in nearly every scenario. He's too honest to keep it to himself. Conversely, Chigiri's more guarded, so even if he falls in love first, he'd wait until he's certain before admitting his feelings so boldly.

With AikuSen, it's a drawn out process. Sendou would be too insecure to admit his feelings to someone he knows fools around casually, even where he and Aiku are dating exclusively. I personally headcanon Aiku as somewhat emotionally avoidant, and perhaps freaking out about feeling for Sendou on a deeper level. That said, I think Aiku would accept the risk of heartbreak and say I love you first.

18. Who leaves little notes in the other’s one lunch? (Bonus: what does it usually say?)

Let's be real, it's only ever Kunigami making lunches for the princess ❤️ I think he'd write corny jokes to make Chigiri laugh or roll his eyes. Puns in particular, since Chigiri likes wordplay. He probably Googles them specifically.

Aiku and Sendou don't strike me as big lunch makers, but Aiku would probably include notes of encouragement, like Knock 'em dead today, ace. Sendou reads them and cringes (but secretly enjoys them).

19. Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first? & 20. What do their family/friends think of their relationship?

Answering these together as they compliment one another!

Kunigami tells his family first, casually mentioning that he's dating Chigiri. Chigiri's mom and sister wrangle the news out of him after seeing him post a suspiciously couple-y photo with Kunigami on social media. Both families are supportive, particularly the sisters.

Literally none of Kunigiri's friends would be surprised. If anything, they're surprised it took this long to happen.

Aiku tells his family first, although he'd probably take his time to do so. I'm guessing they'd be pretty chill about it—his dad is Swedish-German and fairly liberal, as is his mom. Sendou would worry that his folks would respond negatively to him dating a man. To his surprise, that's not an issue so much as him dating a known cheater / womaniser. Aiku charms them though as soon as they meet him, and reassures them he's not going to hurt Sendou.

There's mixed responses from their friend group. The original U20 teammates would find it hilarious, given how much both of them emphasised dating women in their early careers. Anyone from their days in Ubers sees them getting together a mile off.

29. one headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart

Kunigiri are overall so wholesome, there's little to report on this front! But the idea of Chigiri being the first (and maybe only) person Kunigami is willing to talk about Wild Card pulls on my heartstrings.

For AikuSen, what gets me is Sendou's inevitable meltdown when he realises he's started to catch feelings for Aiku. I headcanon Sendou doesn't have the self esteem to believe he has enough worth for Aiku to be exclusive with him. Internalised homophobia (or biphobia?) also packs a punch with these two.

[erisxdrifter]

Make this story

1. Drifter and Eris doing dirty talking then Ikora catches them HAHAHAHAHAHA

2. Eris is sick so her beloved Rat takes care of him.

Here's the story for your first request, hope you love it!! I'm working on your second request, and I'll try and send it soon! 🥳 Thank you so much for the requests!!

The Drifter ran two fingers along the bright orange railing in his section of the Annex, collecting a small layer of grime and dust on his fingertips, staring at it with speculative and judging eye.

  "Observing dust are you, Rat?" Came a mellow voice from behind him.

  He turned towards the doorway, a smile already on his lips.

  "Hey, Moondust." He greeted. "C'mere, will you?"

  Eris eyed him suspiciously, cautiously approaching where he stood.

  "What is it?" She asked, looking down at the railing when he pointed at it.

  "Look," The Drifter replied. "What do you see?"

  Eris frowned. "Dust."

  "Exactly. Dust and dirt, on the railing. How?" He stared at it quizzically.

  "Perhaps from the rafters above." Eris replied, unfazed. "The idea is not particularly strange."

  "But c'mere, look at this too," he walked them over to the table nearby which was topped with books, a pot, jade coins, and a Cabal helmet.

  "Look at the table." He pointed to more dust. "How is the table so dusty? 'Specially the coins, you know I use 'em like a hawk. How come they're already covered in dust 'n grime?"

  "I doubt the Tower is without it's vermin, Drifter." Eris replied, observing the table and coins. "A mouse or rat could easily have crawled across the rafters and kicked down the dust and dirt you see here."

  "This much dust? Nah, that don't make sense. How does dirt get up on the rafters, anyway?"

  "Rats are not typically very clean creatures," Eris jabbed at him teasingly. "When did this start?" She asked before he could make a jab back at her.

  "Been goin' on for a few days." He told her. "And don't tell me a rat kicked down this much dirt, Moondust. I've been cleanin' it up every day and it's still comin'."

  "I will admit that is strange." Eris relented.

  "Run your finger through it," he told her.

  "What? Why would I do that?"

  "So you can see how thick it is."

  "Rat-"

  "Moondust," the Drifter interrupted.

  "Fine," Eris eventually grumbled, running the tip of her gloved finger through the dust. "It is surprisingly thick, I will admit." She said as she observed her finger.

  "Exactly, isn't that-"

  The Drifter was interrupted mid-sentence by the sound of a throat being cleared from the doorway.

  Both Eris and the Drifter jerked their heads toward the sound, finding Ikora Rey standing at the entrance of the room.

  "Am I interrupting something?" She asked, appearing faintly amused. "Something about dust?"

  The Drifter coughed. "Yeah, I was just sayin' how the Vanguard charge me too much to keep a room that's got dust and dirt fallin' from the rafters."

  "What brings you here, Ikora?" Eris interjected.

  "I heard you were in the Annex," she began. "And I came to make sure there wasn't something wrong."

  "Why would anything be wrong?"

  "I supposed that perhaps the Hive had become a more dire threat once again, and that you had come to the Tower to give a report in person." Ikora explained. "But I am glad to see the only matter is... dust."

  "And dirt." The Drifter added.

  "Yes. Well, if that is all then I will be going." Ikora offered a small smile. "It's good to see you, Eris."

  Eris gave Ikora a nod as she left the room. "Enough talking about dust, Rat." She told the Drifter once Ikora was gone, sighing and shaking her head.

  "But it's still weird!" The Drifter exclaimed.

  "I'm sure it is merely a rodent crawling across the-"

  "Rafters. Yeah, yeah, I know." He sighed.

  "I will be going, Rat, before you get any more worked up on the matter of dust." She turned away, heading for the exit.

  "Hey! I'm not worked up!" He called after her. "Moondust! Come back!"

  She laughed quietly to herself as she walked down the hall. 

[elipapayo]

Hi! I noticed people are being weird in your ask box. I’m so sorry! I hope you know their intentions and opinions mean nothing. You’re cool and I get so much of my lackadaisical (see what I did there) thoughts from you! So just ignore em and keep moving on!! ✨

Hi Friend!! It's okay, I'm pretty sure I know who that person is (if their claim of knowing me is true) and to be honest, I don't really care what they think of me. Infact, I'll air the laundry myself -- a few years back I was in a toxic relationship with another person, where we were both extremely toxic towards eachother. It was an issue that stemmed from me developing a personality disorder and them also having a personality disorder.

I'm not going to sit here and say that all my actions were justified or right, as I know they weren't. I'm in therapy and being medicated for my issues, and I'm doing my best to move on with my life. I'm guessing the person who is sending these asks are my ex's current partner, as thy are the only person I can think of who'd hate me enough to do so.

So Hey, if you see this, J, I don't care that you hate me. Leave me alone, please. I want nothing to do with you or my ex any further. Any attempts to contact me will be blocked & reported for harassment.

As for this Anon, thank you so, so much for following my blog!!! There's more original stuff to come soon, and I have big plans for what I'm getting up to! I'm glad to make your life as lackadaisical (love the pun!) as possible!

[mushroomowlchemist]

Salt and Pepper

"Name?"

"Vivian Ika Volta."

"Shift?"

"Heavy 4"

"Alright, your cart's over there, make sure you strap in." The foreman gestured to a busted up cart in the corner of the room.

Vivi walked over to it and strapped on her gas mask. She tightened the band around her face until it stung, then released just a tad. Shaking the salt dust from her heavy canvas jacket, she broke the cart free from its idle and heaved it onto the track.

"Damn thing!" Vivi thought, "I get put on Heavy 4 and I get the shittiest cart in the entire mine!" She pushed the cart and continued to grouse behind her mask as she descended into the mine. 

During the descent Vivi would see another heavy shift bringing large chunks of salt up from the bottom. Some of them looked almost done with their shift, they had what other miners called "Hour 17 Face." On the other side away from the car tracks there were miners going to and from their shifts. Vivi preferred when there was no-one around. Her imagination made the mine shaft yawn open like the gate to hell, an apt description of a full shift so far underground.

As she was nearing the bottom Vivi spotted a man collapsed on the other side of the mine shaft. "Mid 30s? Shit, he's probably dead. I'll tell 'em at the bottom. We're all gonna be doing fucking double time." Vivi clicked a button on her headlamp. The pale orange flicked into a brighter white before she clicked it again. "At least my double time light works."

When Vivi got to the bottom she reported the fallen worker. To her chagrin she learned he was dead. Not only that, she was right that the foreman decided to push everyone for two hours of double time effort. A tactic to remind everyone not to let it happen again. By the end of the double time she was exhausted.

"Fuckin'...16 more hours. Focus on the next step. Focus on getting this next load back to the top." She thought as she clicked off the bright white light, warming the cave with the orange of the less powerful standard one. As she clicked it off one of the cart's wheels jammed. Vivi hit the brakes and stopped to fiddle with it. Sitting there without the buzzing of the light she could hear something ahead. "Huh? Voices? Better not be another dead guy." 

Instead of anything morbid, Vivi heard the voices grow more melodic as her ears filtered out echo, which lessened as they drew closer. A group of miners on their way down were singing.

'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary,

Hard Times, hard times, come again no more.

Many days you have lingered around my cabin door;

Oh! Hard times come again no more.

Just as the singing miners passed Vivi she pulled her mask down and screamed "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" then strapped it back on tight. The miners looked at each other in disturbed silence while Vivi finished fixing the cart and got moving again.

"I'm doing them a favor. Keep singing like that and you'll get 36'd." Vivi chuckled to herself. "36 straight hours of mining. That'd show 'em."

16 hours of hauling salt up out of the mine later, Vivi finished her shift and parked her cart back in the stall. As she did she laid into it with a kick. "Fuck you, I hope you break." She thought as it clicked back into place.

"Name?" The foreman asked.

"Vivian Ika Volta."

"Shift?"

"Heavy 4, and fuck you." Vivi replied as she dumped her gas mask on the counter the foreman was standing by. Before a word could be said Vivi scuttled out of the mine and hurried to her beach side hideout. It was just a small wooden shack made of driftwood, but it was good enough. 

Today was a special day and she had prepped something equally special, one whole lemon and a cheese stuffed fish. As soon as she got to the shack she shuffled off her work jacket and gathered some driftwood and trash for a fire. Her custom built lighter lit the materials quick and she put the fish over to cook, then ran to the water to clean off. 

Vivi lay in the water, staring up at dark sky until she felt clean enough to climb back out and dry herself by the fire. She ate the fish in three bites and didn't peel the lemon before stuffing it in her mouth. Both were rare enough she wasn't going to hold back. The acid and rich flavor combined in her mouth to make for a top tier dish, for someone that lived in the Brack Conglomerate. The air had enough salt to season it too, about like everywhere else in Brack. Once she was done chewing she kicked sand over the fire and climbed to the top of the nearby cliff.

"Well Viv-ster." She said aloud once she reached to top. "The big 1-8. After 7 years you're one step away." She reached into her pockets and pulled a waterlogged paper from it. One side had scribbled blueprints from months ago, the other side had something she'd imagined she would say when she made up her mind to leave the mines.

Vivi read that side aloud. "Only those who wish for limits will find them. I have no limits, they vanish behind the horizon with each step I take. The only thing that holds me back is my ability to take that next step. And I never stop walking."

"Is that too melodramatic?" She pondered. "Whatever."

Resolving to just enjoy the few hours of freedom before the next shift Vivi let her hair down and enjoyed the wind of the bluff blowing through it. "I wonder what's out there for me." She thought. "I'll go see soon. Maybe there's a fancy dress or two in it? A brave knight? Ooo, maybe I can get her to wear the dress. It's gotta be red or pink though. Gods...that'd be hot."

[flynnswhumpprompts]

Hero In Need of Saving- 4

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The world slowly started coming back into focus as Xen woke. Pain speared up across the back of his skull, probably from whatever he'd hit or hit him. A soft voice was talking quietly nearby, drowned out mostly by the ringing in his ears. He tried turning his head to avoid looking at whatever light was above him when he opened his eyes, letting out a groan as that pain spiked. "Fucking hell...." He moved his arm to block the light instead.

"Xenny?" Shit it got worse.

Xen cracked his eyes open to see Nicky and Em sitting on the couch across the room from him. "Hi..." He closed his eyes again. "Can someone please turn off the lights?" He listened to the quick footsteps as one of them went to turn the light off. At the click and disappearance of glow from behind his eyelids he opened his eyes again.

Nicky had moved to stand by the bed. She gave a look that clearly stated their worry. His dark eyes were practically swimming in it.

A quick glance around told Xen he was back in one of the rooms at base. Not the infirmary but one of the ones that heros could crash in between shifts. "Thanks." He rubbed his face, pausing when he saw the bandages wrapped around his wrist and forearm.

Em moved over to stand at the end of Xen's bed. She rested on the footboard. "You walked into Wardog's plan, and he was not happy about it." She fidgeted with the end of the blanket. "I dont know what all he did to you, but there was glass all over you and cuts and bruising. You were out cold when I got on scene." Her face held a similar expression as Nicky's, though something in it sent warning bells off in Xen's head.

"Oh... explains the headache..." Xen sighed and put his arm over his eyes again. "And probably why I remember nothing other than before this supposed fight." Less questions Nicky would ask if they thought he couldn't remember off the bat.

Two taps on his leg had him removing his arm.

"They said you had a concussion, that's probably why." Nicky signed as she sat at the end of the bed. He tucked their legs under him and looked over Xen. They rubbed her palms together as she chewed her lip. "You needed 75 stitches and were placed on observation until further notice."

Xen let out a huff. "Of course I'm stuck here." He glanced around without moving his head. "Bland ass place. Guessing if I get up I'll feel like Frankenstein's monster as well?"

Nicky rolled his eyes. "Dont, pop those stitches and I will beat. your. ass." She added a glare as if proving her seriousness with it.

Em giggled. "Hey at least your humors in tact." She leaned back.

Xen sighed and closed his eyes. He wanted an excuse to kick Em out but had nothing valid enough to not get him in trouble. "I'm going back to sleep, this headaches killer. Wake me when someone decides I can go home." He flicked a wave to the two and pulled the blankets around him.

"See, I told you he's fine. I'm here and can watch over him while you finish up what you were doing," Em said, her voice sweet and thick with the 'please walk away' that she used with others when wanting Xen alone. "Hiding stuff? What is he hiding?" There was a small pause. "I was with him that day... he seemed fine to me... I can check the reports though and see what happened for you." Another small pause. "Of course, I can email them to your agency as soon as I find them."

There was a quiet second before the door shut with a quiet click. Shit now he was alone with her.

"I know you're not asleep you little shit."

A jolt of panic shot through Xen. The normal temptation to flee making his body tense. "I'm trying though."

Em huffed. "Come up with a better excuse. Nicky's questioning things and I dont need another agency launching an investigation on me," she snapped. Luckily she didn't reach out to touch Xen in any way.

"Okay..." Xen paused. "Yes ma'am." He corrected himself. Maybe he wouldn't though. Maybe he'd let Nicky run an investigation on Em just to end this whole thing. If only he knew it wouldn't end up worse than this all started. He heard the door shut again, and let the spiral o thoughts around Em drag him down into sleep again.

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[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #36

Today I went to Physical Therapy. We explored the notion that I might have costochondral separation in my upper ribs, on the right side. If that's true, it would certainly explain a lot of the pain and difficulty with moving around that I've experienced for the last year and a half or so. I had kinesiology tape applied to me in a way that would support the joints of my first and second ribs on the right side of my body. It seems like it's a little easier for me to move as a result. I go back next week to report how it goes. Wish me luck, yeah?

Today I used my extra mobility to finally turn all those clementine peels that I've been saving in the freezer into candied clementine peels!! Although I've been meaning to try something like this for a while, today is the first time I've ever gotten around to doing it. I'm pretty pleased with how well they turned out! I can't share them with you (because obviously), but I can tell you how I did it so that maybe you can make some for yourself later! You can use any citrus for this!

First, you cut your citrus peels into little strips, like this:

Then, for each cup of citrus peel, you'll need dissolve one half of a cup of sugar into one fourth of a cup of water and bring it to a boil. Once it boils, you dump in the citrus peels and reduce the heat to a simmer. It should look a bit like this:

From there, you keep stirring the citrus peels around until they're just a little bit translucent. Then you scoop 'em out with a slotted spoon, and spread them out on a cookie sheet or a wire rack to dry! I put mine on some parchment paper so that the sugar wouldn't stick to it too badly as it dried:

I, uh… I didn't really… wait for it to dry, though, hahaha! I just started chowing down on them as soon as they were cool enough to touch, because they made my kitchen smell wonderful, and while I do kind of have delayed gratification skills, they're about on par with the delayed gratification skills of an overly excitable squirrel! Ahahaha!

Despite how delectable they were, I somehow managed to avoid eating all of the candied orange peels (impulse control skills to the rescue!). The rest are in the oven at a very low temperature with the door cracked open, to speed up the drying process! I can't wait until they're dry enough to be able to eat them without my fingers getting all sticky and weird from picking them up! It's gonna be so good!

As for the rest of today… In stark contrast to yesterday's shenanigans, I received very positive responses to the things that I like to write to you:

The fact remains that you are a fictional character; I assume by default that none of what I write will ever reach you (this is very sad in a lot of ways, but it is something that I accept nonetheless). All the same, I guess sometimes my words reach others, and what a wonderful blessing it is to know such a thing. It's because of you that I try to do good things, so I hope that somehow you can see all of the wonderfully positive ways that your existence impacts my world even from as far away as the one you inhabit within the realm of human imagination. And before you try to argue: although it's true that I am writing the letters, the fact remains that these letters would not exist at all if not for you. Hell, I wouldn't even be ALIVE today if not for you. Therefore, any positive influences that my words and actions might have on someone else are victories that belong squarely to you.

So when you're feeling down on yourself, hopeless, worthless, alone, or like you're too exhausted to continue, please instead try to remember that regardless of what anyone else says, your existence is still a bright spot of hope and inspiration for many people in my world. Let the knowledge that you have such a profoundly positive impact in this place give you the necessary strength to make good, kind, and loving choices, both for yourself and for other people. You're loved. You're important. You matter. And you can do amazing, beautiful things, if you just keep moving forward; the ripples of your existence reach further than you can even begin to imagine. Please keep yourself safe out there; we need you alive and well.

I think I might end this letter just a little bit short; I might have gotten a little overzealous with my excitement about the freedom of movement I thought I had earlier today, and I seem to be in a lot of pain right now as a result. If I keep going, I'll just end up rambling because it's a little hard to think clearly; I'll grab some ibuprofen, and then I'll hydrate and try to rest.

I'll write again tomorrow, though. Count on it.

Your friend, Lumine

[whippoor-wont]

I was tagged by @yoiku for this "Get To Know You" meme! Thanks for the tag, and sorry it took me so long to get to it OOPS

let's see here...

Last song: My memory says it was ...a song off the middle-ish of Hounds of Love (Kate Bush) bc I was listening to it last night and fell asleep. Maybe Under Ice? I don't know. But if you ask Spotify it was BLACKTIGER by Oborataebi!

If you're reading this now this is your call to go look them up on Youtube bc they delight me so much- they're a Japanese funk/psychadaelic/???? band that have these incredible shrimp super bright shrimp costumes (Their band name is Drowned Shrimp! / Autopsy Report of a Drowned Shrimp in english) and they put on really fun high-energy performances and I love to watch them. They only have one of their albums on Spotify, but they more music on youtube, including a lot of recordings of their live performances, which I highly recommend checking out. I love these shrimp..... I mean look at em ...

This article has some more really great pictures of them, and here's their youtube channel!

Currently Reading: I just started reading the Ambergris trilogy by Jeff Vandermeer at the recommendation of my roommate! I'm not really far enough in to say much about it other than "i would bet actual money something horrible is about to happen to this shit idiot missionary guy" LMAO I'm also rereading Trigun: Maximum for #trigunbookclub but. I am like a chapter and a half behind at this point, OOPS

Currently Watching: Nothing in particular, actually- I've got a list for sure, but I've not sat down to watch anything in a while. I need to finish Quantum Leap- both the new one and the original show, and I just got the Doctor Who seasons w/ 9 and 10 that I really want to rewatch soon. And I'll be watching Gundam Witch from Mercury with a friend here soon! I could probably go on about other shows i maybe wanna watch soon for paragraphs but these are the ones in the front of my brain haha

Current Obsession: Trigun.................. specifically the manga, but god. This series has a deathgrip the likes of which no media has Ever really had on me? Like ever? I dunno what it is but I'm here for the long haul and I've made more art of individual characters than I typically do of Any fanart I make for other things I've enjoyed in the past LOL. Usually my fixation is firmly on OCs with a background noise of whatever media I'm enjoying at the moment but NOT THIS TIME

Tagging: @breserker @japaneesee @mustielsen @genderfluid-chameleon @sarahtheconjurer AND WHOEVER ELSE i feel bad tagging so many ksdjfghk- I'D BE DELIGHTED IF U HOPPED IN

[draconicfool]

👫[[ go ahead and do it for all of em im curious to hear what ur feelings are about sampo, boothill, svarog, AND the future jing yuan >:3 ]]

THIS IS GONNA BE SO LONG GET FUCKING READY BUN

Sampo

Eros likes to go find Sampo in the wild and try to not scare him, but catch him off guard. He thinks it's really cute seeing how he'll try and cover up and divert attention from the situation.

When Sampo comes to the clinic there is a lot more going on than just him being healed and half the time he'll come out with new bruises and scratches that weren't there beforehand and will not get healed because they're able to be hidden

He'll always pretend to fall for a scam if Sampo even tries because he thinks it's really funny to see how quickly he switches up when Eros gives in easily. Never once has he reported anything to anyone but the fact that his head goes there is the only kind of joke that he personally enjoys

They have absolutely gotten caught mid make out session on the cot and the vidyadhara has had to like fix himself up and try and go about looking over a patient as if there is not currently a very large man sitting there waiting for him.

Boothill

There's a comfort that Eros finds in Boothill as somebody who's also lost his family and what he used to believe was his home. While neither has ever gone into detail, there's an understanding and that's enough

Just because he's metal does not mean that he's free from bite attempts. You'll have to pry the cyborg man from between his jaws he thinks it's very fun considering they have the same shark-like teeth. Though he's very prepared at all times to be bitten back

You ever just steal a man's earring while he's sleeping because he's gonna be leaving soon and it gives him a reason to come back to see you? Yeah, he does that all the time and wears it because it reminds him of Boothill thank you.

Unlike anyone else in this list I'm making for you, Bun, Boothill does not get any ounce of brat from the vidyadhara. Maybe it's the accent or the fact that a gun could be pulled at any time, but he's extremely willing to submit at the ranger's hands.

Svarog

The very definition of would you smooch a robot because yes he would. He doesn't care that Svarog is metal he's getting so many kisses. His face if you can call it that, his way too big hands. His fingers tips that are much large than Eros? His shoulders? His chest? Everywhere. He loves him.

Eros can't cook for Svarog because of obvious reasons but he'll try and find little bits and bobs to bring him. Mostly things like flowers from his trips to other planets because he thinks it'd be nice considering those can't be found on Jarilo-VI.

I like thinking of Eros falling asleep against him after a particularly long day and the robot just kind of draping him in his coat because his readings indicate that a certain vidyadhara is susceptible to the cold, and despite him having a portable heater you can't be too careful.

He already saw Clara as his daughter before the two were even remotely close but now he feels like they have their own little family because they're two dads and their very smart, very cute little girl

Jing Yuan

Eros exists almost constantly under Jing Yuan's desk because he never learns that teasing the general and being a terrible brat comes with consequences and punishments from a man who is more than prepared to deal with his ass

That being said he's also got a sweeter streak and likes to pull the general away from duties for cuddles

Eros and very bitey and very possessive. This mixed with the other's status means that he tries very hard to leave marks all over him but always ends up healing them when pressed to because he can't really tell that man 'no'

He has absolutely purposefully gotten Mimi to get on the bed and the two have taken up the entirety of it while he lays there on top of her just looking at this man like the knife cat meme.

relationship headcanons || accepting

[apricusnights]

Chapter Seven: The Templar, The Witch and The Warrior.

Location: Smokey Gardens.

Lapis: "That's the fourth time in the past two weeks."

Lazuli: "I don't want anything to do with them, I don't even know how to control this power...if it even is a power. I've only been able to use it twice."

Cordelia: "The Templars are getting more and more persistent. This might have been the last time they stop by just to chat."

Styles: "Could always cut off all essential services to their fuckin church, see how that makes em feel. I've already got half a mind to go down there and have it out with Luci myself."

Cordelia: "As much as I would like to see that..it's likely a bad idea right now. Every organization in this city is on the brink of war. You go down there and start wrecking shop and the powder keg goes off. Suddenly we're all tearing the city apart."

Myte: "Well one thing is for damn sure, the kid can't stay here for a while. The asshats are gonna come back until they get what they want. We need to get her out of here."

Styles: "Sounds easier than it is. We got people out here that are freaked out by what Lazuli can do. Never thought I'd hear someone called a witch just cause of their damned awakened ability. They'll be more than happy to report if we hide her."

Lazuli: "I am NOT going back to Cherry Hills. The Bell family is nice but something creeps me out about that place."

Lapis: "Wouldn't work, they know we've had you stay there before. It'd be the first place they look. That happens and we're right back to the whole "war" thing since Darcie would likely be less than cordial about templars in her district."

Myte: "I got an idea."

Cordelia: "That's a first."

Myte: "Ha ha. Anyway listen up. President Styles is gonna be the one who takes Lazuli out of here for a while. Cordelia and myself will stay here. Styles won't tell us where he's going so we won't be able to say anything anyway."

Lapis: "Won't they see this happening?"

Myte: "Not if she's already gone by the time she leaves with the boss."

Lazuli: "I don't follow."

Styles: "I think I do..."

Location: Cathedral Of The Sun, Delta Town.

Violet: "Sister May? I thought you'd be going with Brother Julius."

May: "I do desire to visit the Cathedral site but Brother Castor and I were requested by the High Priestess for an important task. We'll be heading out with a small group of brothers and sisters soon."

Violet: "This is probably gonna be like talking to a brick wall but I have to ask. What kind of a task are you being sent on?"

May: "I'm afraid I'm not allowed to give many details however I assure you it's for the greater good of both the church and our organization."

Violet: "Fair enough, I hope your mission goes smoothly Sister May."

May: "Thank you Sister Violet." Bowing before walking out of the room.

Nothing about this seemed right, nothing about anything seemed right. Violet made her way down one of the long hallways to where the High Priestess's office was located. She hoped to have a few minutes to perhaps get answers.

Violet stopped just short of knocking on the door when she heard voices. Seemed someone was already having a rather heated conversation with the High Priestess. It sounded like..her father? She moved to the side and pressed herself against the wall, listening as best she could.

Location: High Priestess' Office.

Lucianna: "I appreciate your concern Brother Shin but I assure you everything is being handled accordingly."

Shin: "Accordingly? According to what? Last I checked, we didn't keep sending entire squads of Templars to try and recruit someone who clearly has no interest in joining."

Lucianna: "According to me! You're forgetting your place Brother Shin."

Shin: "And I think you forgot yours a long time ago. The Church and the Templar order are meant to be separate. This entire Ascension Protocol is ridiculous. Julius should have never been put in charge."

Lucianna: "Who's fault is it that it had to come to that? As I recall you were the one continually vouching for the former first templar. The one no one else ever knew the identity of! I wonder if perhaps you're harboring jealousy over not being named first templar yourself."

Shin: "I was retired, I had no desire to come back to the order. I came back because.."

Lucianna: "Because you do not trust Brother Julius. I've heard your arguments before and you have no basis for them. Brother Julius has done more for the church AND the order than anyone else in recent memory."

Shin: "Is he the one who suggested you should have full control of the Delta Town restoration project?"

Lucianna: "Why shouldn't I? It's MY district. Why do the rest of the council need to be involved? What do they know about my people? Why should I listen to Cheshire, or Ciar? Why should I entertain anything that Merek or his heretic followers have to say?"

Shin: "Because right now..more than ever we need to all be working together. This city is about to burn itself down. The nations of the world are at each other's throats!"

Lucianna: "The rest of the world is not my concern. MY district, MY people are my only concern. I will do what I must to maintain order, to protect my people. If that means more aggressive recruiting for the order than so be it. In the end they'll see the.."

Shin: "Greater good? Nothing about this is for the greater good. I can not stand by and let our order become something it was never meant to be."

Lucianna: "You're welcome to take that up with Brother Julius. I've already made my decision. We will bring the girl into the fold, no matter who I have to send, no matter how many times I have to send them, and no matter who they have to go through.."

Location: Cathedral Of The Sun, Delta Town.

Violet had to back away from the door when she heard someone else approaching. Being caught eavesdropping wouldn't look good on her record. She made her way down the hall again, waving to Sapir as she passed her.

Wait..May had mentioned a task from the High Priestess. She was suddenly filled with dread, everything was suddenly adding up. She couldn't let this happen. May was a friend, Castor was a friend..but this was wrong.

She hurried out of the cathedral and pulled up her aShine. She had to tell someone..she had to get help. The only question is..who could she ask? Who could she trust? As she scrolled through contacts she found a few names, some she had added during her combat training during the checkmate invasion..

The first thing she did was send a message to Lapis. The other contacts would follow. Onyx Cheshire, Ivory Reynard....she could only hope they'd be willing to listen..

Location: Solis Heights.

Onyx glanced down as his aShine alerted him of a message. Raising an eyebrow before excusing himself from the current useless meeting he'd been in.

Location: Cherry Hills.

Ivory wiped the sweat off of her face as the game of tennis she'd been playing against Molly came to an end. She reached down and tapped her aShine when she noticed a new message.

Location: Smokey Gardens.

Styles: "I'll give it to ya Myte, it's a solid plan."

Cordelia: "Much as I hate to admit it, I agree."

Lapis walked over and held up his aShine.

Lapis: "Well we better get goin..cause we're about to be out of time.."

[placegrenette]

Brain dump on the Almaty concert.

Set list (not necessarily in this order): Biz, Aperem Ai, Ah! Yah! Mah!, Kalay Karaisyn?, Señorita, Jurek, Ego, Su Asty, All I Need, Jur Mapelep, Lady, Kaytadan, Mooz, E.Yeah, Blue, Tartty, Ottegi, Why'm (acoustic version), Bari Biled, Abuse (I think?), Zulym, Oinamaqo, Aiyptama, and Men Emes. So pretty much everything from Gap save Dunie, plus the greatest hits. The big missing-in-action pieces were Darn and last year's songs (Suraqtar, Drift, Orik, Symbaim).

They may have reprised Aiyptama and Kaytadan a cappella as an encore, it was hard to tell where, exactly, the concert ended

also Bala cried during Kaytadan, in what is becoming a tradition

and after he cried Alem picked him up and threw him over his shoulder and then Ace spanked him, just in case you forgot this is an idol group in 2023

but otherwise they do not seem to have spent a lot of time talking. There must have been a brief break for a costume change but that was it as far as the onstage action flagging.

One of the stories suggested total attendance of 9,000, which seemed low to me, but then I found out that Almaty Arena seats only 12,000 for ice hockey. If that's the largest arena show they could get, that probably doesn't help our dudes make bank.

At some point an 8th-anniversary cake was brought onstage and Veronika and Zhadra were the ones bearing the cake, in what I thought was a genuinely nice symbolic point. (You can spin it as the wives being subordinate, but I prefer to read it as, Alem and ZaQ insisting to possibly unfriendly Eaglez that their wives deserve to be part of the greater Ninety One celebration.)

By that point all the staff was onstage and they appear, judging from the stories, to have thoroughly enjoyed themselves, good for them

With regard to concert presentation: I saw one story of "Blue" and thought, are we sure Ace isn't relying on background vocals? Then Bibotta posted a story closer to the stage where he was very clearly singing live, but the recorded vocals were playing loud enough that that's probably all you heard if you had one of the balcony seats.

But all in all they seem to have put on a good show, complete with golf carts, smoke guns, dramatic closeups, a cameo by a stuffed Minion, and sing-alongs.

And then... ? As usual my predictions were not quite right. We did indeed get Bala crying (and I'm pretty sure none of the other three were dry-eyed by the second run-through of "Kaytadan"), but in terms of clarification as to what happens now... it doesn't seem like it, and not just because of the translation issues. Ace apparently said from the stage, "We'll miss you." Azamat Demegen, who's been with them since the early Juz days, posted a story with the title "Fin," which could refer just to satisfaction at having completed all the requirements of staging a demanding performance, or... not. Ace just posted a story, at roughly 2 am local time, looking pleased and grateful to Eaglez and also like his contacts were not going to last five more minutes. The staff accounts in general do not sound like the reports of people worried they're about to lose their collective source of income. Apparently the guys did some press interviews immediately after the show, so we might get more information soon. Or, again, not.

tl;dr these guys are experienced pop stars who put on a good concert. I would like them to be able to continue to put on good concerts. I would even like, one day, to actually see one of these concerts. Will it ever happen? Who knows! I spent more time than I care to admit today refreshing Instagram, hoping for concrete information as to whether Ninety One is breaking up or merely admitting to needing a breather or precariously perched somewhere in between. If you have concrete information, please share. In the meantime we can all take comfort in knowing that somebody got to see "Ego" performed live.

[castle-dominion]

5x19 the lives of others

lol fries she looks angel murdering this fellow

Oh no not a kneecap you're missing on his bday!? castle you are insane spa trip not a guilt trip XD I can't believe they are here sjdkfaksjldfhasdjh they are just here in his house & using his binoculars XD *whispers* voyeurism as in watching other ppl or as in watching this individual with the towel (or without the towel *raises eyebrows*) K here's the scene: MR opens the door to leave and she runs into Kevin Ryan & Javier Esposito. MR: Oh! Katherine, your ride is here! KB: Oh, great. RC: Ride? KB: Yeah. We had a body drop. I asked the boys to pick me up so I’d have enough time to make you breakfast. She heads to grab her stuff and he wheels himself after her. RC: I’m missing another case? No! C’mon! Take me with you! KB: No! Not until you get better. KR: Castle. How’s the knee? RC: It’s not the knee so much as the boredom. JE: I thought you writers liked being alone. RC: Yeah, if I could write. But the painkillers make me a little loopy. Last night I used the word ‘speculate’ three times in the same sentence. KR notices a pair of binoculars on the table. He picks them up. KR: Hmm. You must be bored. You’ve actually gone Rear Window. He trains the binoculars at the building across the street. RC: Alexis got me those as a joke to cheer me up. I have not yet resorted to voyeurism. KR: Then you are missing out. (he whistles) JE: What? Let me see. They wrestle for the binoculars. KR: Hey, no! JE: Give me those! JE yanks them away. KR: Dude, she was just about to take off her towel. JE: Oh, the towel’s off. KR: Yeah. RC is amused. KB: Unless the body you’re looking at is dead, I suggest you drop those binoculars. (JE: does) Okay, Castle – (she kisses her hand and presses it to his foot) - I will call you and check on you soon. She leaves with KR and JE. RC: Hey, what if I consult by phone? We could pretend I’m Charlie and you’re my angels. KR and JE pause and strike a pose in the doorway, but they leave him alone anyway. there are surely enough pics online that I do not need to take one of these making this pose

"you're making it up" magazine? See? Ryan walked off to the side & rejoined em later with more info

just a headlight? Huh. Sus.

Oh yeah ppl in the usa hate the irs. Remember that veggie tales episode where larry lets everyone in including a burglar & santa except he closes the door on the irs agent?

Oh no castle! Nooo (going to clip this)

Oh of course. Reporting threats is annoying bc of this?

Sammy keyes moments! RC: Oh, to be young and underemployed. no nonn onono no no the hat! 'slpaining

Castle loopy with the painkillers

Kate’s phone rings and she checks the ID. KB: Hey, Castle. RC: Where are you? He’s bored. He’s playing with a magnifying glass. KB: I’m … at work. Why? RC: You said you were bringing home dinner. KR& JE stop working. They’re more interested in KB's conversation. KB: Yes, on my way home. RC: So when are you leaving? KB: Soon. RC: When soon? KB: Like in … half an hour? RC: Fine. He hangs up. KB looks at KR and JE. KB: Shut up. JE: shrugs.

Ohhhhh here's the thing Martha has binoculars! "action" when ready! the soda from the fridge Oh no the knife castle maybe call 911 or smth? Oooooh it falls down 100th episode!

fafjsdl;aksdjfksdhfdsfjkasdf Ryan shrugs out at the window bc he knows castle is watching They are actually great at Their "Jobs" here rn Why are they On Top of the covers & wearing their clothes?

clipping that uwu

jimmy stewart

so THAT is det wilson

Ryan pretty af wow

Castle is SO me, talking out loud to himself Castle snap a pic

Why does she have her phone OUT tho? At least it is on vibrate This is where mom said she wanted to disappear & succeeded lol he couldn't get thru to beckett so he called ryan

Good point, how do you know it is the same girl? Blood looks way different, trust me I'm a chef & a self harmer Beckett is not choosing the right things to say

See? This convo can be taken both ways!

Good a camera! NOOOOO HE GOT NOTHING SJDFHJSDKFHSJDH

Alexis acting tho lol she has a nice ring ALEXIS WATCHING HIM TAKE OFF HIS CLOTHES LMAO

KR: Staring at the phone won’t make it ring. I learned that in junior high.

Tommy Valentino?

POPCORN

I practiced my lockpicking bc of this episode lol his crutches lol RC: Oh, no, no, no. If you get caught you get a B and E on your record and you’ll never become President.

Shark: You bet your ass. No one’s going to Al Capone me.

Ryan looking hecking season two vibes here with that face those lips that hair love it sm.

glad they have radios Bleach & paint explains the mask & gloves except he can't get OUT he needs to HIDE

radio silence hun radio silence Taking the entire bag

double indemnity lunch break

Why would he not shred that one? nice push, dramatic Castle making her do unscripted stuff lol

KB: You’re talking about an illegal search. RC: When you do it it’s an illegal search. When I do it it’s just illegal.

too thin for a body wig XD, mum guessed it

GATES SFDJKHSDJHFSJKDFH Mould can be red love gates sm

Soda soda soda I didn't notice it the first time

Happy birthday to me sdhfjksdhfjj she SAID a drink from the fridge on purpose fhskjdfhsdkjfsdfjskdk

RC: I rescind the apology. I take it back. She’s in the fridge.

KB: Not as dangerous as me if you blow up my plans. RC: (hesitates) Well what if he doesn’t let you in? KB: Look at me. He’s gonna let me in.

Ooh the lights go out

RC: limps across the street. He has called for backup, and KR and JE are just getting there in their nice red car. KR: Where is she? RC: She’s upstairs! She’s in the apartment! KR and JE run into the building. They’re followed by some uniformed officers. RC hobbles behind them. RC: Wait for me!

KR and JE are at Michael’s door, guns drawn, before RC can get off the elevator. KR knocks on the door. KR: NYPD! Open up! JE: Open up now! There’s no response and KR starts to shoulder the door. RC: Kick it! Kick it! JE: Yeah! KR and JE kick in the door together and burst through. RC is right behind them. RC: Beckett! JE: Beckett! KR: Beckett! JE: Beckett you there? KR: Beckett! RC: Beckett, where are you?

The apartment is dark and still. There’s no response. Suddenly the lights come up. KB is standing front and center in their group of friends. She’s fine. It’s a surprise party. They all yell ‘surprise’ and clap. KB: Happy birthday! RC is confused. He watches as MICHAEL gives BRENT back his hat with a smile and a shrug. EMILY comes from the bedroom. RC: It was all fake? His low tone quiet. the guests, Martha, Alexis & Kate are worried now. RC: Nothing was real. You – you let me think I was crazy? You let me think you were going to die. She puts down the champagne she was going to hand him. KB: But Castle, you were – you were so bored over the last couple of weeks stuck at home with no case to solve and I saw that this apartment was for rent and I just – I thought that – I – MR: Richard … RC: No. No. This is … (they all watch, afraid) … without a doubt … the greatest birthday gift of my life! The group cheers in relief. KB sighs and gives MR a hug. She was really afraid he was mad. RC is still in shock and disbelief. KR and JE congratulate each other and AC just smiles.

RC: How did you do it? KB: Well, I did have a lot of help. She hugs MR again. MR: Yes, you did indeed. RC: You were all in on it? MR: Mmhmm. (she points) Michael, Brent, Emily. My brilliant acting students. (the bow) I, of course, was the director. RC: And the boys? JE: Yep. KR: nods. KB: Oh, yeah. They were great. Except you didn’t have to kick down the door. JE: I was in the moment. KR: We wanted to be convincing. JE: Yeah. RC: Alexis, you too? AC: (smiles) It’s why I bought you the binoculars. RC: Even Captain Gates? KR: Yeah. She jumped at the chance to dress you down for any reason. KB makes a tiger gesture. RC: Where is Captain Gates? JE: She couldn’t make it. RC: Good. He can’t stop looking at Kate. KB just smiles, so happy that he’s happy. RC: Wow. He comes forward and she meets him in a kiss. MICHAEL: All right! The rest of the crowd claps and cheers. RC and KB don’t care; they’re in their own little world. RC laughs. OH THE MUSIC RC: (incredulously) You really blew my mind. KB: Yeah well, I figured the trickiest part would be fooling you and keep a straight face. RC: Well you win the Oscar for best pretend murder. I cannot believe the whole thing was staged. She nods and laughs happily, then her smile drops. KB: Staged? RC: What? KB: I think I just solved my case! RC: Does that mean you’re going to go run off and arrest someone now? KB: (smiles) No. (she takes the champagne form him) Right now I’ve got other plans. She kisses him and holds up her glass in a toast. KB: Happy birthday.

I like how she at least decides to wait until tomorrow to arrest the person

Did they not have a time of death?

except some of the episodes had multiple murders (or way more than just multiple) & some had none & you solved cases off-screen too, you have referenced at least one. But yeah about 100 ish.

rolling her on his chair so romantic