#Undercover operatives

[tiger-grace]

every time I try to discuss the Spyral arc with someone for the Nightwing comics I have to take the Sisyphus route of going “one must imagine Bruce Wayne to be a bad father…”

[rolling-veins]

AU in which Hans Landa was a part of operation kino from the beginning

My ramblings from twitter: -I thought this up because when I first read the inglourious basterds movie description, it mentioned an undercover agent (who I thought to be Landa rather than von Hammersmark at the very beginning before the scene with Shosanna) -I just wanted Shosanna to work with the basterds -I have no idea how she gets on board. Maybe Landa mentions her to the basterds and they get her on board. Maybe he doesn’t get her family killed here. -Landa is still known as the jew hunter because he still gets on board only after the basterds are formed (1944) -Idk details -I would assume the german basterds survive, and so does Hicox and Von Hammersmark. So Aldo is in his usual getup instead of his Italian cover -Marcel also survives. I need Shosanna and him to be happy together -Landa doesn’t get swastika carved in his forehead -in this AU quite obviously the basterds and landa met much earlier than in the movie

[verylead-flavored-candy33]

Probably for the manga volume cover.

[okiankeno]

french soldier FBI agent..... what if i. wrote................... fic.....

[lightshiningforth]

Unless I missed something major, I think fans as a whole ran off the rails a bit with the whole “Vulcans kiss with their hands! Every little hand touch is kissing and their human peers don’t know! Handshakes are MAKING OUT, from a Vulcan perspective!” thing. It’s funny, sure! But I don’t think it’s true.

IMO, this little gesture is only a “kiss�� inasmuch as it’s a gesture of affection. Not a “kiss” that elicits physical pleasure. Would they do it in front of so many people, otherwise? Vulcans are private with their pleasure.

I don’t think these are “kisses,” either. Expressions of intimacy, sure. Symbols of particular relationships, absolutely. But not a 1:1 comparison to a classic, mouth-to-mouth, human kiss. And hardly making out, as it’s generally defined (that’s Spock and his MOTHER in that first pic, remember).

Now, do Vulcans do weird sexual stuff with their hands?

Yeah! They sure do!

Pretty consistently.

That said! I don’t think that type of intimacy makes the hands themselves inherently charged or sexual. I imagine there’s a combination of cultural expectations, ritual, and telepathy involved. So, a Vulcan could shake or hold someone’s hand in a different context and be completely unfazed. Well, perhaps not completely - polite, non-intimate greetings on Vulcan seem to take place by default at a distance (🖖 😐 “Peace and long life.” …..3 ft away…..🖖 😐 “Live long and prosper.”) But I imagine they would be slightly bothered by the irregularity of the gesture, not hot and bothered from oh-so-sensitive hands.

Besides, humans can hold hands (romantic) or shake hands (nonromantic). They can even kiss (romantic/sexual) and kiss (friendly greeting). Surely, Vulcans can touch hands (romantic/sexual) and touch hands (nonromantic/nonsexual), and this has everything to do with the context of the social situation and very little to do with the hands.

[adiduck]

WIP GAME

Rules: Make a 24-hour poll with the names of your wips, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner received.

Tagged by @frostbitebakery! As with last time, I'm adding optional hard mode: every WIP on this list will be worked on. Your votes are for number of sentences. Unless otherwise specified, I will show you my work to prove I did it ;)

I'm going to TRY to tag people I didn't tag last time and who I know aren't currently doing this, but as I regularly state, my memory is Bad and I am too lazy to go look this up. SO! If I tag you a second time by accident and you have already been tagged and don't want to do it again, please ignore

No pressure tags: @goddammitjim, @lttrsfrmlnrrgby, @jaggedstartalk, @lambourngb, @howdyrat, @doodledrawreblogs, uhhhhhhhh @whetstonefires, @byebyeskylark... @keensers OKAY that's probably enough for now ;)

[2readiscworld]

I'm still kind of new I love trans nobby but idk what names people of similar mind use for the corporal or what the various schools of thought are on pronoun choice

[kidsnextdoor-doodles]

I was rewatching some episodes and I’m a bit obsessed with the fact it’s kinda implied Wally is the newest to the knd

[mabaris]

do we have a date when vows and vengeance is set? it just occurred to me that they’re talking about the inquisition like it’s still around which like. it could be but that’s a big choice to make

[sandiegokpop]

I also want to point out how whenever Gi Cheol mentioned he was gonna leave the gang & become a better person Junmo & his wife always had this immensely troubled & panic look on there faces. They needed him to remain who he was so they could end the investigation & be free. When Gi Cheol told Euijung in the car that he planned on becoming a better man for her & buying that land/complex was gonna prove it to her, her facial expression said it all. Lol i was like "Girl! React like a loving girlfriend would! He's gonna know something's up!" She couldn't smile or anything. He was so blinded by his love for her. I do feel sorry for him. That's just one of many scenarios that led me to believe neither Euijung nor Junmo really cared for Gi Cheol.

Maybe it's because I'm not a fangirl or because I didn't watch it w/a romantic filter over my eyes but I just don't understand or see the love & affection ppl say they saw between Euijung & Gicheol. I was actually surprised she could be so detached. Especially after she kept that matching necklace for so long. But you know, ppl change & reuniting w/the one that got away won't necessarily illicit those feelings you once had. It might actually solidify your feelings that you already have for someone else. She really gave me the impression that she loved her husband a lot. They could've easily made her conflicted or confused (as well as Junmo w/Haeryeon) & stretched the drama out but I'm glad they didn't go that direction.

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

That moment when your bestie gives you Thongvor Silver-Blood/Last Dragonborn as a crackship and you roll with it to surprising results

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So @elder-dragon-reposes gave me this prompt. She wanted to see what I could do with Leara Rose-blade and one of the Silver-Blood brothers. I chose Thongvor. So, to start Leara off with Thongvor, I read his UESP page. And I learned some things. You can get Thongvor to talk about Talos, and if you're an elf, like Leara, he says:

"He founded the Empire, and now they've turned their back on him. To appease your kind, Elf. Do your people rule Skyrim, or do the Nords?"

Leara would cooly reply,

"You may find that some of my kind stand with Skyrim. I'm here on behalf of Ulfric Stormcloak."

(Floor him, Lea, c'mon)

He may also say:

"Your kind started the Great War. Nearly destroyed the Imperial City. Then the Emperor took the coward's way out and surrendered. Now you people dictate everything we do. Don't want us acknowledging a "mere human" like Talos as the god he is."

At which point Leara, Thalmor agent though she was at the time, would say,

"Your gross generalization of all elves under one banner is fascinating. Tell me, do all Nords see eye-to-eye with you? Because I thought you and Jarl Igmund had a few fundamental differences of your own."

Leara just dismantles him. Deconstructs his worldview until she dominates his perception. That's my girl.

This conversation happens:

Thongvor: "Reburrus, I need you to draft a letter to Ulfric requesting more men." Yngvar: "Ha! About time we got some more muscle in this city." Reburrus: "Thongvor, do you really think that's wise? I mean, King Ulfric is such a busy man, and there are so many areas of Skyrim to protect." Thongvor: "Whose side are you on, Reburrus? I'm not worried about Skyrim, I'm worried about the Reach. Specifically, the part of the Reach we're standing on." Reburrus: "Yes, Thongvor. I'll draft the letter immediately."

And after Reburrus sends the letter, Ulfric's natural inclination is to send his trusty Rose-blade.

"I know you're inclined toward the negotiator's table, but with the situation in the Reach, I need someone I can trust on top of things."

And Leara smiles at Ulfric.

"Of course."

And she's off to Markarth.

Does Ulfric know that his old friend Thongvor is about to simp for the woman Ulfric loves? No. If he did, he'd have sent Galmar or literally anyone else.

So then I asked my friend: What do you want to bet that this is the conversation Leara walks in on when arriving at Understone Keep?

Thongvor: "I want soldiers sent to deal with these dragons. Every able-bodied man and woman who can carry a bow." Reburrus: "We can't do that. Every soldier we send to hunt dragons is one more man that can't defend the Reach." Thongvor: "Killing dragons isn't defending the Reach?" Reburrus: "Our men know how to kill Forsworn and Legionnaires, not dragons."

And she clears her throat, light and delicate, and says,

"I can handle the dragons for you."

And Thongvor is going to put his foot in his mouth [see above where Leara dismantles him and informs him Ulfric sent her], and Thongvor just has to trust this half-elf, apparently from "King Ulfric" (she probably has a letter with a seal or something) to go handle the immediate dragon problem. And she does, and it's amazing.

Right now Thongvor is catching feelings for Ulfric's liaison and he has no idea what to do. She's not what he's perpetrated elves to be. And it's got him on the wrong foot.

Thongovr does need help in Markarth and Leara is surprisingly effective. She's diplomatic and soft-spoken and has an uncanny ability to introduce logic into situations and to soothe hot tempers. Thongvor can see why Ulfric sent her of all people. And after a while, he doesn't particularly want to send her back. Thongvor isn't an idiot: He knows there are many people in Markarth who still sympathize with or are on the side of the Empire or the Forsworn. He can't name names, but he knows they're there and they are a threat to his family's hold on the city. But Leara Stormcrown is keeping everything together. The dragons aren't so much of a threat now and there hasn't been a Forsworn attack or riot in several weeks. Thongvor is living high on Leara's success.

And then Ulfric writes, requesting Leara return to Windhelm at Thongvor's earliest convenience, because he needs his negotiator. back. Unfortunately for Ulfric, Thongvor doesn't find this convenient at all. He almost anticipates the city falling into anarchy as soon as Leara leaves and he can't have that. Markarth needs her. He needs her–

So Thongvor starts inventing excuses to keep her in the city. Leara knows Ulfric needs her to help him handle the Imperial deligations from Solitude, but Thongvor hasn't signed off on her mission to Markarth. She's getting antsy to leave, but she can't abandon her orders.

And this leads into the Forsworn Conspiracy/No One Escapes Cidhna Mine. There are problems from the Forsworn. When Leara starts looking into it, Thongvor doesn't want her to, but she does anyway and Thonar, what do you mean you arrested her?

And then Leara is in Cidhna Mine and Thongvor, Mr Foot-In-His-Mouth, is stalling on getting her out and his concern that Ulfric is going to find out.

(Firm belief that Thonar doesn't like Leara at all, by the way. Thinks his brother is a fool.)

And then . . . the Forsworn break out of the mines, and Leara is standing in his quarters. It's 3am. She's in rags. She's never looked more mesmerizing. Why is it so cold all of a sudden?

"I stopped them from killing your brother – barely. I did that for you, by the way. You're welcome, Jarl Thongvor. You're welcome, because Madanach is free, and he's gone to spread the truth to the Reachfolk."

Oh. She's . . . cross.

Her finger, directed at his throat, is a jagged spear of ice as it presses into his skin. There's a blizzard in her eyes and frost on her skin. That's what they meant when they called her Dragon of the North.

"Since coming to Markarth, I have followed your every direction. I have aided the people and dealt with your problems for you. But no longer. When your idea of aiding the people is the eradication and abuse of half the populace, then you are no longer worth my attention. People say Ulfric oppresses the Dunmer, but at least they have roofs over their heads, food in their stomachs, fires for warmth, and city walls for protection – the Reachfolk have nothing. You would take everything from a people whose only crime is living in the land you desire for your own! When I return to Windhelm–"

And then Thongvor snaps. He grabs Leara by the shoulders.

"I did it for you! I tried to protect you from the Forsworn! I would drive them into the depths of Oblivion so you never suffer at their hands again, like you have tonight!"

Leara's stare is a long winter.

"You did it for yourself."

And then her skin – he can almost feel the softness of her thin shoulders through the prison rags – is so cold it burns.

"The only one who hurt me tonight is you. I thought you were better than that. Really, I did."

And then Leara walks away. More painful than watching her go is knowing that she would never look on him again. That all her regard, so carefully attained in recent months, is shattered and gone. And Thongvor cries.

LATER IN WINDHELM:

Ulfric is just lounging on his throne, waiting for Thongvor to send Leara back, when the doors just blow up and she's there and she's brought the winter wind in her wake, but she's got a stiff lip and an iron spine. Ulfric is on his feet in moments because this isn't laughing Leara, this is Leara struggling, and he meets her across the room in moments.

She almost flinches back when he reaches for her.

His hand falls.

"Leara . . ."

Her eyes are distant, off to the side, and then she looks at him, and maybe there's a thaw but it comes with a swell of rain and barely restrained tears.

"I failed in the Reach, Jarl Ulfric."

Ulfric doubts that. Leara doesn't fail. But he hesitates to ask what she means because there's something haunted in her eyes. He reaches for her hand and when she takes it, slowly, he says,

"Tell me."

And she does, and Ulfric hears thunder.

Clear across the province, Thongvor shivers.

And that's it. That's the post. Thank you for coming to my TES talk

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

I HAVE A FUCKING FIC REC OH MY GOD IM SCREAMING THIS IS SO GOOD ITS Twenty Dollars and a Stain on the Couch by Cheylouwho and valzilla GUYS THE GANGS ALL HERE CRIME AU WE GOT DIP BUNNY STARY CREEK AND KYVID OH MY GODDDDD the plot is already so intense and I’m only on chapter 4 I’m thriving

[dam-mar]

okay wait y’all this is the episode we address Terry’s lack of detective training???

[damnhotmsimmons]

Daniel Henney in The Spy: Undercover Operation

Tagging: @marvelfanlife, @missmitchieg, @unitchiefs-blackbirdphoenix

[snootlestheangel]

GazAlex Undercover AU Sneak Peek

Author's Note: I blame @stuffireadandenjoy for having me already working on this when I promised myself I wouldn't start another WIP until I finished at least one of them. But someone had to come up with the idea of Selkies!Soap and Gaz trying to seduce Ghost and Alex respectively...

Anyways, good reading to y'all and feel free to ask questions/for more snippets since it won't be a priority work.

If y'all want to suggest titles for the fic, I'm all for it. I know nothing but what happens below and like 2, maybe 3 scenes

A fucking cruise.

That's the last thing Kyle Garrick wants in his life.

He's good and well with ships and the water, but something about cruises specifically makes the sergeant want to cut his career short. His hatred stems from an unfortunate experience in his childhood, but the haunting memory of the incident has forever tarnished his ability to calmly step foot onto a cruise ship.

Needless to say, the sour expression on his face is enough to clue Captain Price and Laswell into his displeasure with the proposed undercover operation he's being assigned.

"It's only two weeks. That's the window we have on these guys, and they're using the cruise as cover for moving some items of interest." Laswell says in an attempt to ease Gaz's clear disgust. Gaz doesn't respond, just remains frowning as he listens.

"You'll be working with a contact of mine. We'll have you two meet and then we'll discuss the cover story." Laswell continues as she ignores the pouting sergeant in front of her.

But Gaz's problem isn't just the idea of being stuck on a cruise ship.

It's being in an undercover operation while stuck on a cruise ship.

Of course, Gaz's luck is just so that he's never done such an in-depth undercover operation before, and it especially doesn't help he's not even gotten a name for the partner he's been assigned.

"Trustworthy?" Gaz asks, and Price quirks a brow, mostly amused that Gaz would be bold enough to question the trustworthiness of Laswell's contact.

"I like to believe so. And he's done plenty of undercover operations, so he can help keep your head above water during the two weeks." Laswell answers, and Gaz's mood only worsens. The second to last thing he needs in life is a bossy, know-it-all "partner" telling him what to do. Laswell must notice his displeasure, as she shakes her head with a smile.

"Relax, he's not a bossy person. Far from it, if you had to ask me." Laswell's clarification does little to ease Gaz's frustrations, but it helps some. At least he might be treated more with respect and given advice, rather than be strictly ordered around. Gaz sighs, letting the tension fall from his shoulders as he slouches further in his seat.

"You can back out anytime, Gaz." Price mumbles, and Gaz glances over at him. There's no judgement, just concern, and it eases more of Gaz's anxieties.

"No, I'm in."

"Good. Tomorrow, you two will meet for breakfast and then head back here for a briefing on further mission details." Laswell hands Gaz a small piece of paper, the address of the place he's meeting tomorrow morning written across it. He takes it with a nod, the reality of his commitment starting to get to him.

Here's to hoping this works.