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charcadett · 2 years ago

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Hello I was wondering if you can write a scenario where the gym leaders/elite four find The Squad (Player, Nemona, Arven and Penny) after their adventure in Area Zero. I’d imagine that the gym leaders/elite four would be concerned seeing the squad disheveled but their reactions differ when the squad tells them the story of the events that happened in the Area Zero. The Player even shows off a paradox pokemon they caught.

Okay so. I, again, got carried away. This mostly features Larry and Hassel, with Grusha, Kofu, Rika, Brassius, And Tulip sprinkled in towards the end. Sort of a list of headcanons for the hypothetical what happens in between exiting Area Zero and the Post Game. Sorry if this isn’t exactly what you wanted but I hope you enjoy anyway!

TFW You Witness Horrors(tm) And You Try To Convince That One Miserable Looking Gym Leader To Buy You Dinner. General Headcanons.

- Considering how close Medali is to Area Zero, they’d end up running into Larry first out of anyone. The group drags themselves into the Treasure Eatery, dirty and starved, and Nemona chattering about how exciting what they just experienced was. And fun! A little scary too, she admits after a dry remark from Penny. But ultimately it was the adventure of a lifetime!

- It’s not uncommon to see bedraggled teenagers wandering around towns. A particularly nasty encounter with a wild Pokemon happens to even the best, so the group wouldn’t catch anyone’s attention. The only reason Larry even notices they’re there is that Nemona recognizes him and Penny wonders if they can get him to pay for their meals again. I mean, they all recently went through a traumatic experience, and a free dinner is the least they could get out of it.

- Larry sees Nemona and tge MC approaching and his immediate reaction is: “Oh, no.” It’s not that he dislikes either of them, but he’s eating dinner and would really, really rather not battle right now. Larry prides himself on being a realist, and an unfortunate fact about reality is Nemona can and will strong-arm him into a battle if she wants to. When they ask him to buy them dinner, he’s too relieved to care about the bill. He is dragged over to their table, much to Penny and Arven’s dismay. The logic is that he works for the League and if they tell him what happened, he’d be the one to tell Geeta, who would then tell Clavell where they’ve been. Hiding it would only work for so long, this way, they can avoid that whole conversation altogether.

- In true teenage fashion, none of them are particularly quiet whisperers, and Larry places his head in his hands halfway through their conversation. He would have let them get away with it too if not for Penny’s not-so-silent question to Arven.

- Out of everyone, Larry is the least interested in the secrets Area Zero holds. That’s above his pay grade. So is a bunch of teenagers sneaking down there to do Arceus knows what if he’s being honest. But, upon overhearing that in one day, Arven found out his parent has been dead this whole time, and then functionally watched them die again, it’s suddenly his problem. Made even more so when he hears out about the multiple monster attacks. On the outside, they seem fine. But once the adrenaline wears off and they’re alone, in the dark, and everything comes rushing back, what kind of person would he be if he let them deal with that alone. So, he shoots a message to Geeta (ugh) under the table, buys everyone dessert, and then corrals them to the Pokemon League.

- Well, that was originally the plan until the sun set, and now, with full bellies, the group is practically dead on their feet. He is not equipped to deal with kids long-term, so he calls someone who is. Hassel makes it to Medali in record time. Larry grits his teeth through a lecture about how he should have called Hassel immediately before he sidles off to his apartment, wallet noticeably lighter. If the group were any less disheveled, they would have gotten a lecture as well. But, they’re tired, and judging by how exhausted even Nemona looks, Hassel gets the feeling they already know.

- When Hassel hears that they went to Area Zero upon the Professor’s request, he considers heading down to the Zero Lab and pulling them back to the present himself to give them a piece of his mind. He quickly dismisses that thought. What’s more important is remaining calm for his students. Even if that’s easier said than done. Hassel has to turn his head to the side to compose himself. It’s pretty obvious what he’s doing, but I think the group would find it more amusing than distressing.

- Unlike Larry, Hassel is interested in Paradox Pokemon. Though his interest extends about as far as: were any of you hurt, an interest in the aesthetic differences between their modern counterparts, and a stray thought about seeing a Roaring Moon or an Iron Jugulis for himself. The latter of which he keeps to himself, he doesn’t want to encourage a revisit (even if that doesn’t stop the MC).

- After shepherding the group to their dorms, he lets all four of them know he will be staying overnight at the Academy to grade papers. Should they need anything, he will be in the art room. Admittedly, he has no papers to grade, but to say he is worried would be an understatement. Periodically, he’ll walk by their dorms, just to be sure they’re alright. Brassius will be hearing about the entire ordeal before the rest of the league. The second Hassel closes the door to the Art Room, the floodgates open and Brassius is hit with a long-distance hydro pump through his Rotom Phone.

- The last people the group directly tells what happens are Clavell and Geeta. Geeta will inform the rest of the League, so the teens can return to daily life. After that, it’s the general post-game. Add in some off-screen therapy for all four, though Arven and Penny go for longer due to previous issues.

- Rika eventually checks in, at least in the case of the MC and Nemona considering she knows them personally. She feels a little awkward trying to comfort Arven and Penny considering she’s never met them, though she will try if she sees them. Rika gives them her patented “Uh, you guys doing okay?” and then calls it a day.

- Grusha will pay the group a visit. It’ll take about a week before he shows up, but he inevitably does. While he’s not usually one to offer a shoulder to cry on, Grusha thinks his own experiences give him a unique perspective. He offers to give any advice should anyone need it. He’s especially happy to see the MC and Nemona are doing alright. Grusha offers, then he leaves. It’s really that simple. I feel like out of everyone, Penny would end up taking him up on his offer. The only reason she goes is that it makes logical sense, her therapist encouraged it, and she does think Grusha would have a unique perspective. Highly doubt they will get emotional with each other, I just want to see them interact.

Bonus: I am imagining Grusha and Penny sitting in almost complete silence before Penny asks if he likes anime. He says he’s never seen it, and she’s like. Hold on. And presses play on Yuri on Ice.

- Kofu decides the least he can do is offer a free meal at his restaurant. Then, once he meets Arven and sees his passion for cooking, offers to teach him what he knows. Arven deserves a father figure, and if it’s not Kofu, it’d be Saguaro. Honestly, why can’t be both?

- Brassius and Tulip are very interested to see the Paradox Pokemon the MC caught. Tulip would be over the moon to see Iron Valiant, and to be quite honest, I think Brassius wants to see them all. Expect to see a few new sculptures pop up around Artazon. Whenever Tulip sees the MC, she asks if they would treat her to a battle with their Iron Valiant.

#pokemon headcanons #pokemon sv headcanons #elite four larry #elite four hassel #arven #penny #nemona #pokemon sv spoilers #bonus: iono 100% tries to get them on the iono zone to tell their harrowing and tragic adventure #i feel like arven would block her LMFAO

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inessencedevided · 4 years ago

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There's been a lot of cql/mdzs atla-au posts going around lately and I need to add my take.

Because I think a lot could be done with Wei Ying as the avatar.

Imagine the story goes similarly as in canon. He is the son of traveling benders. Maybe Cangse-Sanren is a firebender and Wei Changse a waterbender. They get killed on some mission and he gets taken in by his father's old friend and leader of the Yunmeng water tribe. (This reminds me a lot of kyoshi's backstory, too.) He raises him a long his own children, his daughter who takes to healing more than fighting, and his son who likes nothing more than fighting.

Wei Ying already showed signes of being a waterbender, so they train him, even though he is the son of a former servant. He is, of course, more talented than any other of their students, even Jiang Cheng. Madam Yu still hates him for it.

At some point, they let all the children of the sect take the Avatar test. He passes. Occurs, they don't tell him until he is 16, so he doesn't know. Madam Yu dies though and her hatred for him for upstanding her son only grows. But Wei Ying is happy and loves them, much like in canon and, much like in canon, he is also convinced that he is deeply indebted to him and always brings more trouble than he is worth.

When they tell him he is the avatar on his 16th birthday, he is shocked and scared of his responsibility, but doesn't show it. He laughs it off and tells everyone he is glad because that means he can see the world and doesn't have to annoy madam yu anymore. He only shows cracks to his cheerful facade when they tell him that he has to leave the very next day. That means he will miss Jiang Cheng's birthday. When he tells Jiang Cheng's this, he gets angry and tells Wei Ying that clearly he is very important now and why not run off to the other sects, see if they will put up with him. He refuses to say goodbye after that, so it's just jiang yanli and Jiang fengmian seeing him off.

He goes to king Nie first who is the most renowned earth bending master of their time. He is unyielding and harsh, but unbelievably fond of his younger brother, who mostly uses his bending to sculp intricate and detailed statues. Wei Ying likes him instantly.

Next is fire. He doesn't like the fire lord who greets him and treats him like he is royalty himself, but in a way that makes Wei Ying's skin crawl. He does like the shy boy in his group lessons and his older sister. Wei Ying is good at firebending, even though it should be his natural enemy. Maybe it's his mother's side showing itself though.

Then of course, to complete his training, he needs to learn air-bending. He gets to Gusu and immediately dislikes it there. They are monks and they live like it, too. There are rules regulating every waking moment and the sleeping ones too and he vows to break at least half of them. By now he us 20 and he'll be damned if he lets himself be bossed around like he's 12 again.

He is greeted by their unusually young leader and his uncle and brother. He expects the uncle to be his teacher, but no. Lan Xichen explains that the honor of training the Avatar will go to the youngest air bender to ever become a master, his brother, Lan Zhan.

Okay, Wei Ying thinks, he can live with that. At least a teacher close to his own age should be fun, right?

Wrong!

Lan Zhan is strict, reticent, unyielding and punishes him for every single infringement of the 3000+ rules. He scolds Wei Ying for not taking the enormous responsibility of being the avatar more seriously. He never smiles and never praises him with more than a "passable".

But he is a challenge. One he is good! The best opponent in a fight Wei Ying has had since he was 14. And there is something so fun at making him react in even the slightest way! Also, his ears blush when he is angry and it's cute!

The first time, Wei Ying uses something other than air bending in their training fights, Lan Zhan is furious (Undisciplined!). But tge second time he grots his teeth and fights, really fights Wei Ying. He holds his own again a 3/4s-trained avatar for more than 30 minutes until Wei Ying let's him get swallowed by a whole in the ground that he than seals with a thick layer of ice that will take him way to long to slice open with air bending.

After that, their relationship evolves. It's more of a mutual rivalry, rather than just Wei Ying needling his air bending teacher until he snaps. After a few months, once Wei Ying has progressed beyond the basics (he can fly now! He loves flying! How can the Lans be so serious all the time? They can fly!!!), Lan Zhan introduces him to musical air-bending. Through bending, they can use the sounds to heal and to hurt, amplify them at will or direct them to a specific direction. Lan Zhan demonstrates some techniques on his guqin and then plays a song, though he refuses to tell Wei Ying its meaning.

Wei Ying picks a dixi. He takes to music like a fish to water and soon he is declared a fully trained air bender. His last night in Gusu is when it happens. News reaches them that Yunmeng is under attack from the Wen sect, who have been annexing more minor territoires for years. By the time Wei Ying gets there Lan Zhan at his side, Lotus Peer is burned to the ground. They barely get Jiang Cheng and Jiamg Yanli out, helped by Wei Ying's old friend, Wen Ning. They make it Wen Qing, who takes one look at Lan Zhan and tells him to go because Gusu is next.

(The wens knew where the avatar was abd where he wasn't abd chose their attacks accordingly)

Lan Zhan rushes back (alone. Wei Ying has brother to get back from the brink of death) but he us too late, too. Cloud Recesses is burned, his father dead, his brother missing and he is taken prisoner.

The war happens almost like in canon. The other heirs are taken hostage and given lessons as to how to behave towards their occupiers. They escape through the stupidity of Wen Chao.

I don't think that there'd be a burial mounts though, nor an equivalent to the list golden core. you can take someone's bending but i want Wei Ying to remain the avatar because:

In his desperation to beat the seemingly almighty Wen and his grieve for the Jiangs who took him in, he devices a plan. A) he goes to Lan Zhan and asks him if musical cultivation might help him to learn how to control the avatar state. He says they can try. They do try and after a while, Wei Ying reaches that state. And B) he rensacks the world for scrolls on blood cultivation.

When they advance on nightless City, he is ready. No one kniws his plan. Even Lan Zhan only knows of his having learned to control the avatar state. He needs the element of surprise and he needs it when he stavds in front of Wen Ruohan.

So he waits. By the time he stands face to face with Wen Ruohan and his army, the floor us littered with corpses.

Wei Ying, in front of his brother, Lan Zhan, everyone goes into the avatar state and with the power of all his former incarnations, bebds the blood of every single corpse, as well as every single Wen soldier to turn on Wen Ruohan and then each other. It's a massacre.

When he comes to it again, there is silence. And then cheers. Everyone cheers for him, even though blood bending has veen outlawed for ages. He won them their war though.

Everyone cheers, everyone but Lan Zhan.

They fight after that, a lot.

(I helped you enter the avatar state. You could have died! - my problem, not yours! - You desecrated the dead! What about their spirits? - what about their spirits? I'm the avatar, i can deal with them! - the avatar state is the sacret link to your past lifes ... - My past lifes, yeah Lan Wangji! Let me decide what to do with them. - Wei Wuxian! - Lan Wangji.)

They part on bad terms more often than not.

So when knews reaches that the Jins, a notoriously rich noble family in some corner of the earth kingdom, has taken Wen citizens, civilians mostly, for slave labour, he goes alone. He is furious, more so when he realises that his friends are among them. He enters the avatar stare involuntarily and has the blood of all present Jin soldiers boil in their veins. Wen Ning is almost dead, but he uses his bending to circulate his blood in his body until he can get him to his sister. She is in Lanling after all, having married their heir.

Now because I love Jiang Yanli, in this au, she plays a bigger role. She saves Wen Ning and shows them out of Lanling.

They flee to a part of Qishan that was all but destroyed during the war and then used as a mass grave for the Wens wei ying himself killed, the ones whose spirits Lan Zhan had warned him about.

And the workd turns on it's Avatar.

The avatar is supposed to bring Peace, stand for balance and justice. Not choose a handful of people to protect at all costs.

But Wei Ying thinks, this is just! The world is full of greedy rich people trying to outdo each other for power, so isn't protecting those who suffer from it through no fault of their own justice?

Now, this could go two ways. Either, in a plot more similar to mdzs, the spirits Wei Ying disturbed abd that he is now living on top of, betray him when the rest of the world finally comes to ambush him (cue Lan Zhan trying g to protect him abd falling from grace himself. And the eternally yearning because he list his chance. the avatar is reborn ofc and Lan Zhan vows to protect them because Wei Ying is still a part of them, but they aren't Wei Ying. They are a completely different person and Lan Zhan never loves again.) DEPRESSING

So, let's go the atla route. Wei Ying goes through a spiritual journey, similar to Korra, gets the Wen remnants rehabilitated, makes the right people see sense and basically does the whole Avatar shitck of first finding peace within himself in order to bring peace to the world. *waves hand*

He confesses to Lan Zhan. They adopt A Yuan. Cue kiss in front of a glowing sunset and "The End" displayed to soaring music.

Admittedly, the second ending needs more flashing out, but it's late,so if anyone wants to have a go, feel free :D

#this got way longer than intended #another thing that fits? all avatars are bisexual i don't make the rules #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #lan zhan #wei ying #jiang cheng #jiang yanli #atla au #the untamed au #mdzs au #long post #sophie writes #barely ...

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erin-bo-berin · 5 years ago

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Jealousy

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I wrote this fic AGES ago back when I first watched the season 14 finale, but for some reason its been sitting on the back burner as I wasn’t quite happy with it. But anyway, now it’s finally seeing the light of day and was heavily inspired by the poker game at the beginning of the episode, as you can probably tell by tge gif. I hope you enjoy some more Spencer feels.

Spencer Reid/Reader

Rating: Mature (smut)

Word Count: 2,913

“Pair of kings, pair of sevens. Oh I’m sorry, three sevens.”

Everyone groaned, throwing down their cards as they surrendered to the normality of Dr. Spencer Reid winning another hand of poker.

It was after hours at the BAU and a few of you decided to unwind in the briefing room by playing poker. So far, Spencer had won every round. But the night was early and you all were only a few hands in.

“I wanna know how Y/N was taught by you, yet still can’t beat you.” Luke shook his head.

“Sorry, but the brains also helps with the wins,” Spencer chuckled.

You mock scowled, before laughing yourself. Not long ago you’d asked Dr. Reid to teach you how to play poker since he was the best and you had zero knowledge of the game. That and it was a good excuse to spend time with him since you’d been harboring a crush on him.

“I don’t know about you guys, but I am determined to beat Spence,” JJ grinned.

“Oh, I'd love to see the lady try,” he smirked at her.

You felt a twinge of jealousy, probably irrationally so since it was obvious to you that he’d had a crush on JJ forever. You couldn’t blame him exactly; even if your best friend was married, she was still stunning.

“Let’s go then,” Luke said, dispersing new cards around the table.

•

“I’m all in,” Spencer said, pushing his candy towards the pile in the middle of the table.

You had to resist the urge to groan. Your hand of cards were absolute shit.

“I fold.” You put your cards down, thankful that you didn’t have anything to lose this hand.

“Same here,” Luke said, tossing his hand, “Hey Y/N maybe we should start the worst poker players club. You in?”

You laughed, pushing your hair back over your shoulder, “As long as I’m the president.”

“Deal.”

Across the table, you noticed Spencer’s eyes squint—like he did when he was analyzing something—as he watched the two of you. You weren’t exactly sure what that was about.

You watched as JJ pushed her pile of change and candy towards the pot.

“I’m all in.”

Spencer’s focus turned back to her as he made a tsking sound, while JJ flashed an innocent smile.

“Okay show us your cards,” Luke waved his hand, anxious to see who would win. You had to admit the suspense was killing you as well.

“Four of a kind!” Spencer beamed when his cards touched the table, showing his four 5’s.

Your and Luke’s head immediately swiveled the opposite direction as JJ set her cards down with a flourish. It was a straight flush.

Luke whooped and your jaw dropped. Spencer was speechless.

“No. Way.” You said, in awe, watching JJ pull all her earnings towards herself.

“It finally happened!” Luke grinned, high fiving you, “I owe you 20 bucks Y/N.”

“You guys bet on me losing?!”

“It had to happen sometime Spencer,” you said.

“Come on, it’s my turn to beat the doc,” Luke said, reaching for the cards to shuffle again.

“Okay one more hand and I gotta go. I promised Garcia I’d be home before it got too late. Hopefully the boys aren’t driving her crazy,” JJ said reaching for her new cards.

“Oh please, you know she loves them,” you grin.

You pick up your cards, pretending to sneak a peek at Luke’s cards.

“Hey, no peeping!” he laughed, trying to move them out of your sight, making you try to lean further over to see.

“I’m just trying to see if the Vice President of the Worst Poker Players club has a chance,” you smirked at him.

“You madam President are too nosy for your own good,” Luke grins.

“Can we just get on with the game?” Spencer retorted, his voice unnaturally harsh.

Your gaze shot to Spencer, shocked to hear the sharp tone in his voice. You very rarely ever saw him mad or even irritable for that matter.

“Uh, sure,” you said, going first, placing your bet.

A few minutes after everyone else placed their starting bets, Spencer challenges you, raising your bet, his glare fixed on you. You make yourself resist physically flinching. You have no idea why his mood had darkened so suddenly and only at you.

You glance at JJ to see if she’s noticed and she gives you a small shrug, just as baffled as you are. As your best friend, she of course knew about your feelings for him. She gives you a questioning look as if assessing if you’re okay. You give a quick nod and return to your cards, trying not to feel hurt. Tuning back into the game you notice Luke has folded, JJ soon follows. Before you know it, it’s just you against Spencer.

“Ah, teacher against student. The tension is real.” Luke drums his fingers against the table.

You set your hand down. It wasn’t the best, but you were hoping somehow Spencer would have a worse hand. No such luck. Once again, your jaw drops when you see his own straight flush spread out in front of him.

“Damnit,” you mumble.

“You’re never gonna beat me Y/N. I’d stop trying if I were you.”

This time you did flinch. Your brows furrow, irritated, both at him and the fact you can’t beat him.

“Hey, I did,” JJ pointed out as she stood to pull on her jacket, “I gotta run guys.”

“Yeah, me too,” Luke says, standing up and stretching, “Spence? Y/N?”

“No, I think I’m gonna stay a bit longer. I’m determined to beat him.”

“Good luck,” Luke said heading to the door.

See you guys Monday and hopefully not sooner!” He calls as he walks out of the room.

“Tell me how it turns out,” JJ says, giving you a look only another woman could decipher, clearing meaning she meant more than just the game.

After giving both of you hugs and saying goodbye once again, you and Spencer are settled back at the round table, ready for another game.

“Sure you’re up to this?” he smirked, looking you up and down.

“Yes.” Your tone is clipped, determined, “I was taught well you know.”

“It’s going to get boring winning hand after hand you know.”

“Fine. Then let’s make it interesting why don’t we?”

“I’m listening.” He sits back, clasping his hands behind his head, watching you.

“Strip poker. You know the rules. Losing hand removes an article of clothing.”

“You’re on.”

Half an hour later you’re sitting next to a pile of your belongings. Deciding to count accessories since you had on a lot less layers than he did, you had managed to already have removed your hair clip, watch, necklace and shoes. Spencer had only lost his watch. At least that was a small victory, your one win.

“One win out of five games. I’d say I’m impressed, but that’s a measly 5% of your wins in our total of games so far.”

Your eyes blazed and you glared at him.

“What’s your problem?”

He looked up at you, clearly taken aback. You stifle a snort, annoyed at the fact that he had the audacity to look surprised.

“What do you mean?”

“Why are you mad at me?”

“I’m not.” You look up from your cards to say something else, but he goes back to the game before you can ask any further questions.

“Damn,” he mutters, putting down his hand of random assorted cards.

Your face lights up and you slam down your three of a kind.

“Pay up. Something comes off.”

He shakes his head, pulling his tie off. Unfortunately for you, the next game isn’t in your favor and your shirt comes off, leaving you in just your bra and pants. You look up and deal to begin the next game, noticing his eyes suddenly are intensely focused on the tabletop.

You lay your head in your hand as you look at your cards before reaching from one for the deck, not noticing how the movement makes your breasts even more visible to him. What you do notice though is his slight shift in stance.

“So uh, you and Alvez huh?”

Now it was your turn to look startled.

“What about me and Luke?”

“I don’t- I just- I mean,” he cleared his throat trying to stop his stammering, “You guys just seem really friendly all of a sudden.”

“Yeah, we get along great. He’s a good friend.”

“Oh, I see.”

Suddenly it clicked.

“Why? Are you jealous?”

He doesn’t answer, just drops his hand on the table, the cards splayed out.

“Well, shit.”

“Another four of a kind.”

You sigh, standing up, unbuttoning your pants.

“This isn’t fair, you know,” you say, unzipping them.

You look over at him when you realize he hasn’t answered you and find his eyes on you, his tongue moving over his lips. Your stomach tightened, a sight you would never get over seeing. He did that single motion more times during a single case alone, than you could count.

You dropped your pants on the pile of your belongings, not exactly caring where it landed or the fact that you just happened to be half naked. It was like a magnetic force pulling you closer towards him. You drag your hand across the table as you approach him, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip. His eyes don’t leave you as you approach him, the game long forgotten.

“You were jealous. Weren’t you?” Your voice is barely a whisper as if you’re afraid that if you spoke the words too loud they wouldn’t be true.

Smoother than you thought he could be, he’d reached out for you and pulled you into his lap.

“Yes.”

Next thing you knew his hands are in your hair and his lips are on yours and you’re kissing him back with such intensity that you had to pull away after a moment, just to get air back to your lungs and clarity to your mind.

“But I thought you-”

“Liked JJ?”

“I, uh-” you momentarily blank on what you were saying as his hand moves up your arm and pulls one bra strap down, slowly.

“Yeah,” you finish.

“I did.” His lips met your shoulder, kissing it, “Until the day you walked through those doors.”

You felt your jaw slacken a bit as his lips traveled up your neck, stopping every few moments to suck on one spot or another. The realization had dawned on you that that specific event was more than six years ago.

“Oh,” you breathed, both in response to his confession and his gentle suckling.

His hands reached behind you and unfastened your bra in one swift movement.

“Why Dr. Reid aren’t you suave?”

He groaned, low in his throat. Whether it was because of the sight of your bare breasts or you calling him doctor, you weren’t sure. Your arousal was obvious, your nipples already pinched.

You lifted your head to kiss him again, loving the way his scruff was slightly scratchy against your face and the feeling of his lips moving simultaneously with yours.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been kissing when you felt his hands glide up your thighs, fingers brushing against the side of your underwear. Just the feeling of him touching you through the thin fabric of your underwear was enough to make you shiver. Your lips were traveling along his jaw when you felt him lift you.

“What are you-”

He placed you on the table as easily as he could before pulling your last article of clothing off. His arms hooked under your thighs, lifting you up and pulling you to the edge of the table, sending the deck of cards flying.

“Oh my god,” you moaned, feeling his mouth on you. Never in a million years would you have imagined his mouth to be this impactful.

You couldn’t see his expression, but somehow you knew Spencer was smirking. His tongue moved agonizingly slow over your slit, just barely brushing your clit.

“Spencer for God’s sake,” you whined already feeling tension building throughout every inch of your body, his touch sending your entire being into overload.

Your head fell backwards when his tongue flicked your clit repeatedly before flattening his tongue against it. Your breathing was heavy as you managed to sit up on your elbows, looking down at him. The sight of Dr. Spencer Reid, the resident genius, with his head between your legs, doing magical things with his mouth was almost enough to send you spiralling out of control.

When you felt his touch completely disappear you opened your mouth to protest until you felt his fingers on you again. One finger slid in as he watched your expression, his eyes squinted again, his tongue moistening his lips.

“I swear to God if you don’t stop licking your lips I’m gonna cum right this second,” you practically growled at him.

His only response was a chuckle before he added a second finger to the mix and his mouth was back on you again. His tongue moved against you before finally sucking on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Oh fuck, oh yes. Speeeence,” you moaned, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

You couldn’t tell if it was just your thighs or your entire body that was shaking, but you were pretty sure it was both at this rate. You gripped the edge of the table hard, the mound of tension in the pit of your stomach unraveling faster and faster.

“Please don’t stop,” you begged breathlessly, desperate for the sweet release that was so close you could almost reach.

Like a balloon bursting after being filled with too much air, your body feels the same as your orgasm coursed through it, rendering you breathless mid-moan.

You’re pretty sure you hadn’t cursed as much as you did in the seconds following.

“Holy shit Spencer,” you groaned, trying to gain some control in your body again.

He pulled you toward the edge of the table, helping you down so you were leaning against it. Your legs were shaking too much to be able to stand on your own anyway. His hand cupped your face as he kissed you again, this time a lot softer than the previous kisses you’d shared. It was then when you had an idea.

“Sit back.” You took his hand off your face, lightly pushing his shoulders for him to sit back in the chair.

“Why?”

“Just do it.” You kissed the base of his throat, fingers fumbling over the buttons of his shirt.

With each button released, your lips moved lower over his skin.

Finally getting the gist of your movements, his hand caught your wrist when your fingers reached the waist of his pants.

“You don’t have to.”

“I know. But I’m a lady and I always return a good deed,” you grinned slyly.

He bit his lip as if trying to assess your face just to be sure.

“I want to.”

He released his grip and you continued your task, wasting no time until he was in his boxers. Your lips moved in line above his waistband your palm pressing against the noticeable bulge.

A grunt came above you encouraging you. You pulled the fabric enough out of the way, your hand wrapping around his cock. He inhaled sharply, watching you intently. Your hand moved slowly back and forth making him suffer just as much as he did to you.

“Y/N I think I’m wound up enough. Cut out the fucking teasing,” came through gritted teeth.

“My apologies, Doctor.”

You flashed a quick smirk up at him then leaned down, tongue swirling around his head. His hips jerked slightly when you took him in your mouth, your tongue swirling before settling on sucking.

“Fuck!” Spencer groaned loudly.

You peeked upwards to see his head fall back and his eyes close. You couldn’t help but feel the satisfaction at knowing you’re the one causing him to react like this.

You feel his hand in your hair, his grip tightening the longer you’re on your knees.

“After listening to you Y/N, I’m not gonna last long,” he groans as you hum your response.

Using one hand to pump him, you suck on his head long enough for him to give you the warning of his impending release. Seconds later it hit him, hot liquid filling your mouth. You sat back swallowing like a champ and wiping your mouth. You looked up at the wrecked Dr. Reid, panting above you. It was a good look on him.

“Did you let me win?”

“What?”

“Earlier. During the game; that last hand I won. Did you let me win?” You asked as you grabbed your own clothes, both of you trying to look presentable again.

“Y/N, you can win all the poker games you want as long as we can do that again.”

“You got a deal.”

“There’s only one problem now,” he groaned.

“You mean besides the deck of cards scattered on the floor?”

“Yes. Cause now when we have a new case I’m going to have to resist the urge to imagine bending you over this table.”

You swallowed hard, the image in your mind doing things to you as well. You looked him in the eye before responding, earnestly.

“Guess that’s gonna have to wait until the next poker game.”

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howtowhumpyourhiccup · 4 years ago

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113 with Hiccup and characters of your choice!

THIS TURNED OUT SO LONG! Well, a lot longer than a simple drabble is supposed to be. I might actually end up putting this one on Ao3.

I have not edited this one at all, so it might be really rough. :’D

I hope you enjoy! <3

Prompt 113: “Are you high?”

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"Are you high?" This question is asked by one very angry and very disappointed Stoick Haddock to his son, Hiccup, as they stand in the kitchen of an apartment owned by the Thorstons.

Ruffnut and Tuffnut stand by the door, both silent and their gazes downcast. Though Hiccup is the one most likely to get a lecture, if that is all he'll get, they look as guilty as he does.

Astrid is here, too, but she stands outside of the kitchen. And though she's the one Stoick is probably tge least angry with, she still looks troubled.

She's the reason Stoick is here. After the chain of text messages back and forth with her boyfriend suddenly stopped, she had a troubling hunch and so she'd called his father and told him where to go. Clearly, her hunch was right and she feels terrible for it.

It's not like she wanted to tattle on him, but she couldn't, in good conscience, let him do this to himself.

The saddest part is without a doubt that he's finally back on his feet again.

"Hiccup, I asked you a question." Stoick's rumbling voice is raising and Hiccup shuffles away from him uncomfortably.

"No? I mean, I guess, a little?" He shrugs nervously. Okay, he's been coming down from it. If Astrid and his father had come just a little bit later, they wouldn't have even caught him.

His father's nostrils flare as Hiccup confirming Astrid's fears makes his temper spark. A fist comes down heavily on the kitchen counter and everyone present but Gobber jumps.

"You're 18, Hiccup! 18 and so much smarter than this! Why, in Odin's name, did you think this was a good idea?! Getting high on painkillers how-... You're better than this!" Stoick has always been the kind of parent to maybe raise his voice, but shout and scream, he would never do. That he's yelling now, it's telling of his anger.

"I felt like I had no other choice!" But Hiccup surprises his friends by raising his voice right back at him, not afraid to speak his defense.

Stoick steps back as if taken aback.

"No other- How many times?! How many times have you come here to get high with these two?!" He points an accusatory finger at the twins, who shy away from it.

"Oh, don't act like I do this all the time!" Hiccup shouts, as if he makes a habit of it to disappear for hours without telling anyone where he's going.

Okay, maybe it happens occasionally, but he's rarely alone when he does! He wasn't alone now, was he?!

"How many times, Hiccup?!"

Maybe it's because he's coming down from his high, he honestly doesn't know anything about this, or maybe it's because of his father's accusations, but Hiccup's eyes are wet. He refuses to let them fall in front of him, however, no matter how much the lump in his throat burns.

Is this what his father thinks of him? Does he really think so lowly of him that he catches him redhanded once and immediately assumes this is a regular thing?

Well, if he must know...

"Once. Today. Because I was desperate for a break from my leg." Hiccup's answer is honest and a tear does escape. Because the amount of distrust his own dad apparently has for him hurts and it hurts a lot.

Ruffnut and Tuffnut shuffle uncomfortably on their spot, it was their idea to invite Hiccup over and let him enjoy a slightly higher dosage of his pain medicine. Because Hiccup has been confined to his home for days now, unable to meet with Toothless, barely capable of even leaving his bed without his stump screaming for most of the day. And as Stoick has to leave home for work, it means that Hiccup is often left to fend for himself, left to deal with the pain by himself.

All of their friends know. They've been over many times during these bad bad pain days. They've forced him to accept their help when Hiccup, prideful as he is, would rather suffer than burden anyone with his troubles. They've listened to his frustrations with Stoick as he continuously misunderstands the amount of pain his son faces on days like these

"It better not happen again." After a few beats of silence, that is Stoick's response, spoken in a hard tone. Seemingly not even listening to Hiccup coming clean that he was so desperate to be rid of the hurt that he risked his health and his life by taking a higher dosage.

Turning away from Stoick, Hiccup crosses his arms and once again loses the will to argue with him about that.

Astrid takes a peek inside the kitchen at her boyfriend, having been too uncomfortable to before. She has been just as stubborn. Though she has a better idea than Stoick of Hiccup's plight, their text messages have been mostly consisting of her telling him that he should continue to try to make his dad understand.

And then Hiccup told her of the suggestion the twins have made and she tried and tried to talk him out of it when the messages ended and she knew where her boyfriend must be and what he must be doing.

The saddest part is that his plan obviously worked, he's on his feet again.

"Stoick," Gobber has been silent this entire time, but with a brief reprieve in the argument, he decides to speak up.

"You know that I don't step into your arguments unless I need to and I think I may need to." The man hobbles forward, coming to stand between father and son.

"Gobber, now's not the time." Stoick sighs, the last thing he needs is his old friend butting into matters as serious as this.

"Then when will be the time? When Hiccup solves his leg problem on his own by becoming an addict? I think it might be a little too late by then." But his old friend brings up a good point, as he usually does.

With Stoick's silence remaining, he seems to be waiting on the other to elaborate.

"Now this may come as a bit of a surprise, but I know a thing or two about having a stump." Gobber reminds him, waving his prosthetic arm to bring attention to it.

"And I can tell you that, if our Hiccup here is in as much pain as he says he's in, so much that he would get high just to be rid of it, maybe this isn't normal phantom pain he's dealing with." He continues, wrapping his good arm around the teen to pull him close.

Though Hiccup appreciates his other father-figure coming to his rescue on this, he's not sure how this can be fixed.

"Then what do you suggest we do?" Stoick asks.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I usually go to a doctor when I know something is wrong. So I suggest you take this lad to see one and you do it quickly. Preferably before he has to resort to such measures again." Though Gobber must certainly not be okay with what Hiccup has done, he understands his intention, at least. And then he turns to him to address him next.

Ruffnut, Tuffnut, and Astrid remain forgotten in the background as this conversation continues.

"Hiccup, son, I know you well enough to know that you didn't do something as foolish as this without feeling like you absolutely had to. Am I right?" Gobber asks Hiccup, who glances at him momentarily before nodding.

He's still angry, but it lightens just a tad upon hearing him validate his suffering.

"And am I right to guess that you will never do such a thing again if your father finally hears you and helps you get this checked out?" Gobber asks and Hiccup gazes back at him for longer than a mere moment this time.

"Yeah, of course! All I want is for this pain to be dealt with! I want it gone so badly." Dropping his arms, Hiccup pushes himself up from the kitchen counter. They can all hear the desperation in his voice and it must be enough that someone as stubborn as him is willing to take a risk such as this for the sake of pain relief.

Stoick sighs and rubs his forehead.

Okay, so maybe he has judged a little too quickly.

"Fine, I'm calling our doctor tomorrow, maybe he can recommend us someone." He finally, finally, concedes.

"About time." Hiccup mutters, looking away again. Either Stoick hasn't heard him or he chooses to ignore this.

"First things first, we're going home."

"I'm not going home."

Surprised by this, everyone stares at Hiccup.

"I'm going to call Fishlegs, see if he and his parents mind me crashing at his place for the night." It would seem like he has already decided, judging by his tone of voice. He doesn't want to bring the twins any more in trouble than they already are for giving him their space while their mother is out. And Astrid, well...

"I can ask my parents..." She wants to suggest, but her words quickly trail when Hiccup looks away from her.

Though she meant well, he is clearly not happy with her right now.

So Fishlegs it is then.

Stoick would rather take Hiccup back home with him, but it seems like Hiccup's mind is made up and it is probably for the best that he doesn't push him any further.

"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow." And with those words, Stoick is off. He passes his son, who doesn't even look at him, doesn't even tell him goodbye back, and leaves.

Gobber pats Hiccup's shoulder with a heavy hand.

"I'll talk to you later, okay, lad?" He tells him and Hiccup nods.

"Okay," To him, Hiccup does respond. It would seem like neither Astrid nor Stoick are in Hiccup's good books at the moment.

Gobber leaves with Stoick, the one who has driven him here, and leaves Hiccup with Ruff and Tuff.

Silence returns and it is awkward in the kitchen.

"Hey, uh, you can stay here if you want," Ruffnut suggests.

"Yeah, we have food and Netflix and games. We can ask our mom." Tuff attempts to make the offer better, but Hiccup shakes his head.

"That's very nice of you guys, but you've already done way too much for me. I'm just going to call Fishlegs and see if he or his parents mind." Hiccup tells them as he pulls his phone out of his back pocket.

"Thank you, seriously." He thanks them, coming to stand in front of them.

"Hey, we're always here for you," Ruffnut tells him and captures him in a hug.

"You can count on us for anything, H." Tuffnut joins in and Hiccup returns it, wrapping on arm around each of them.

So maybe neither of the three have made the wisest decision to suggest this plan and then go through with that plan. Hiccup will admit to it later, but for the moment, he's just happy to have the pain in his stump gone for the first time in days.

He pulls away from them, smiling, and then walks out of the kitchen with his eyes on his phone as he searches for Fishlegs in his list of contacts.

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rabble-dabble · 4 years ago

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The Cancer King

Well, here’s an Evil Karkat to go with Evil John.

So, let’s set the stage. How does Karkat become the villain? That’s honestly a pretty tricky question. Contrary to John, most of Karkat’s arc comes from him growing to shed or suppress any potential flaws that would make him an outright villain, so it’s a lot harder to make him turn into a villain on his own. So, we’ll have to give him that push.

So, after The Condescension dies, she gets sent to the dreambubbles. She’s both frustrated to be defeated and relieved to no longer be under Lord English’s thumb, so she decides to start planning her rebound.

She traverses the dreambubbles searching for her most competent and loyal minions from her old empire, building an army with promises of a new eternal empire that will span the multiverse. Once she’s confident in the size of her armada, she travels to doomed timelines and begins sucking the life force out of thousands of still living players, using the energy to resurrect herself and return to full strength. Unfortunately for her, she’s a Thief of Life, not a Rogue of Life. So, to resurrect her army, she’s forced to mind control a Rogue of Life and have them steal the life force from enough people to resurrect her entire army. With her preparations complete, The Condescension launches her invasion on Earth C.

Still starts by ambushing Karkat during some diplomatic meeting, detecting that he was the weak link, seeing as he’s the weakest non-immortal out of all the God-Tiers and his death would likely demoralize and horrify his friends. But, as she prepares his execution, the Condescension notices his blood color. Her thoughts immediately flicker back to the Signless and a particularly evil idea settles into her mind. The Signless had been the single biggest pain in her ass before Lord English, as his influence managed to haunt her even after his death. So, now’s the chance to get some payback.

She decided she would try to corrupt Karkat into everything the Signless would’ve despised. Transform him into her ruthless right hand man.

Initially, the torture doesn’t work, so The Condesce decides to switch gears. After her forces manage to capture Terezi, Condy gives an ultimatum. Serve or she dies. Karkat is forced to work for her. Still, Karkat actively works against her. He uses his position in her ranks to leak information to his friends. The Condescension full expected this and keeps giving him false information to leak. She then leverages the resulting casualties, complimenting him on his “victory” and wonders just how long they’ll continue to trust him. “It’s been a few months since they lost you, guppy. Maybe they think you broke.”

The Condescension continues to get inside his head. She reads his mind to see all of his little insecurities and she leans into each and every one of them. All of his past mistakes and failings. For example, she offers to mind control Terezi into loving him as a “reward”. When he gets disgusted, she brings up the time he tried to schedule how much time she could spend with him and Dave without her permission. “Doesn’t matter how you get her so long as you get her. Sounds like past you had his priorities in order."

She gives him ideas in his sleep, plaguing his mind with nightmares where his friends horrifically die from following his advice or while trying to save him. It inspires him to make a public speech denouncing his friends so they’ll stop trying to save him. After that, she fills his sleep with dreams of him dutifully serving by her side, forcing him to question why exactly he denounced his friends.

His friends, naturally, don’t buy it. They know Karkat and they’re going to bust their asses off to save him. It’s only a matter of time before John kicks down the door to his room and scoops him off his feet in a hug.

As the captured Condescension is being dragged away, she smugly thanks Karkat for being so helpful with her regime. Karkat hunches up, but John grabs his hand behind his back. It helps keep his glare from wavering.

Karkat is still noticably distant, even after the Condescension is executed. Naturally, his friends try to comfort him. Terezi is there to reassure him, assuming he went through the same kind of torture she did, while Jane and Jade are able to relate to being forced to serve the Condesce. However, they’re not quite able to get through. Karkat is convinced that he was actually beginning to genuinely abandon his friends and he’s too stuborn to "pawn his problems off on someone else”, in his words. Still, they’re not stupid. Everyone is able to tell the Condesce did something to him and that it’s still bothering him.

Karkat is haunted, day in and out, by nightmares of him abandoning his friends. He keeps berating himself, chastising himself for trying to abandon them after everything they went through together. His self-hatred is creeping into his skull like a poison and because he refuses to talk about it, it keeps getting worse.

No matter how much Karkat tells himself that it’s not true, that he’d never abandon his friends or hurt them, the nightmares linger.

So, Karkat decides to prove to himself that he’s loyal to his friends and would never actually abandon them. Since she was able to come back from the dead before, she could logically do it again. After stewing the problem over a bit, he goes to John with an idea. John is going to use his Retcon powers to help Karkat become God-Tier. That way, he can destroy The Condescension’s ghost in the dream bubbles so she can’t come back. John figures that this is Karkat’s way of facing his trauma directly and agrees. Mostly because he’s been spitballing with his friends about what Karkat’s problem might be and Rose brought the idea up.

John and Karkat travel back in time so that Karkat can use his old quest bed. It’s not like Past Karkat was going to use it anyway, so nothing really changes. The same Knight of Blood rules as in the Lord Egbert timeline apply, meaning that Karkat has all the powers of everyone that he’s friends with.

John and Karkat hunt down HIC and manage to destroy her, but not before she manages one last sickening taunt. With her final breath before she fades away, The Condesce claims that Karkat denounced his friends of his own free will. John tells her off, but Karkat confirms it. Before John can press on the issue, Karkat teleports away. John tries to chase after him, but he isn’t able to find him. Karkat has a close enough relation to Void (via his old friendship with Equius) that John can’t just will himself to Karkat’s location. Karkat could feasibly be anywhere in Paradox Space.

While John is out looking for him, Karkat is mulling over his past mistakes. The Condescension’s words ringing in his head. He believes that, somehow, he choose to betray his friends. And as he keeps teleporting throughout Paradox Space, witnessing every mistake he ever made, that rabbit hole goes deeper. He wonders if maybe he tried a little harder, Eridan wouldn’t have gone crazy. Maybe if he cared a little more, Nepeta and Equius wouldn’t have died. If he was less selfish, none of this would have happened.

It’s an ugly thought. He knows that. He knows he did the best he could. His friends won’t let him forget that. But a dark part of his mind won’t let it rest.

Then, Karkat realizes that he can fix this.

He has the power to do simply travel back and prevent their deaths. He can save them. He can save everyone.

It backfires spectacularly.

The resulting future ends up becoming a horrific destopia. Sense Eridan never died, he ended up joining up with The Condescension in this timeline, acting as her double agent and letting her win. From there, HIC is able to discover a means of absorbing Lord English’s power, allowing herself to become the supreme ruler of Paradox Space.

John manages to avoid this timeline, as his Retcon Powers protect him from changes in the timeline, so he doesn’t notice as he’s still looking for Karkat.

Karkat is naturally horrified by the future he’s created. All of his friends are eitger dead or enslaved and everyone, everywhere, lives under the boot of a bloodparched despot. With John nowhere to be found, he can only imagine tge worst. He teleports away to the Furthest Ring.

He just floats there in the empty void for awhile, mentally digesting everything. Everything that has led up to this point, all the mistakes that he made and all the things he could’ve done, play on a loop on his mind. No matter what he does, he somehow fucks it up. And when he tries to fix those mistakes, he ends up making everything worse. In his mind, he’s the problem. And, as such, it’s his job to fix everything.

Wracked with guilt, Karkat has to not only fix this timeline, but he has to make sure he can never mess anything up again.

Then Karkat realizes something. If The Condescension was somehow able to absorb the powers of Lord English, then he logically should be able to as well. Hell, he could go one step beyond. He could become powerful enough to gain control over the story itself. He’d just have to figure out the method.

After doing some poking around Paradox Space, Karkat discovers how the Condescension became so powerful. The HIC consumed the lifeforce of trillions of people, draining entire timelines of life until she was in the same league as Lord English. Once she became powerful enough to affect him, she sucked the lifeforce out of him, absorbing his powers and becoming just as powerful as the Lord of Time. Since then, she’s been hunting down and sucking the life force out of Lords and Muses across Paradox Space.

Even with how desperate he is, Karkat isn’t quite willing to go that far. So, he hatches a new plan.

He seeks out some Doomed God-Tier versions of Terezi, Aradia, and Rose, seeing as they’re really good at digging up lore. Through them, he’s able to discover a secret. Absorbing the lifeforce of God-Tiers grants more power then just absorbing the countless mortals the Condesce did. So, if Karkat stays focused on God-Tiers, he can avoid having to commit the same level of Genocide as the HIC. Of course, this means that he’d have to find a way to absorb powers to begin with. His first bet is too just befriend a version of Meenah but no dice. The Condescension went out of her way to completely annihilate any alternate versions of her to avoid this exact problem. So, Karkat has to resort to finding Life artifacts and weapons that grant the same effect.

Karkat quickly gathers up a team of Doomed God-Tier versions of his friends, promosing them something on exchange for their help. (IE. a version of Gamzee who killed all his friends on Lord English’s orders, but was then abandoned for it. Apparently, English was bored and wanted to test how loyal Gamzee was. Karkat offers him the chance to resurrect and apologize to all of his dead friends) The only person he can’t get to join him is John. He just can’t find a version of John willing to join him and most try to talk him down after seeing how far he’s starting to fall.

He then sends his friends to various ends of Paradox Space. They’re all tasked with finding Life artifacts, gathering up God-Tiers for Karkat to absorb, and distracting the HIC’s forces to keep them from finding him.

…They’re also there for him. On the rare times he can bring all of his friends together, he sees them interact. He sees them bond and forgive in eays they never could in his timeline. It reminds him of what he could have had. What he’ll never have. Because he failed.

It keeps him going. Everytime he sees everyone together, he becomes more convinced that this is the right thing to do.

Karkat gets his moniker from Gamzee. At one point, Gamzee comes across a group of former Lord English worshippers, who are forlorn at the loss of their master. To rally them together, Gamzee tells them of a new messiah.

“A WICKED, RAGING MESSIAH WHO DREAMS OF A UTOPIA OF MIRTH AND BEAUTY. a brother who captivates all who listen and guides gods from afar. THE CAPRICIOUS CANCER KING! leader of the lost lambs the Lord betrayed. AND DESTROYER OF THE WICKED FISH BITCH HERETIC WHO DESTROYED OUR WHIMSY!”

Gamzee leads them as a surrogate army against tge Condescension’s forces, all whilst they shout the praises of the Cancer King.

At one point, Karkat hears rumors about a version of John who has started a revolution against the Condescension on her home turf. Karkat goes to investigate and finds out that it’s John from the main timeline. At some point, he went back to the main timeline to get help, only to find the dystopia that replaced it. John managed to free some of his living friends from mind control. Sense Jane was among them, she could start reviving the rest. With them, he’s been leading a revolt against the Condescension.

Karkat explains his plan… much to John’s horror. Karkat’s plan is effectively mass murder, but Karkat brushes this off as necessary. Besides, he can undo them once he gets control of the narrative.

Karkat teleports away before John can talk sense into him, using his powers to keep John distracted long enough to escape.

Eventually, Karkat absorbs enough power to match The Condescension and he soundly defeats her, absorbing her lifeforce. But it’s nit enough to give him full control of the narrative. Hellbent on undoing his mistakes, Karkat doubles down on absorbing the life force of God-Tiers. He will become strong enough to undo all the damage he’s done, he has no choice now. And the only thing that can stop Karkat before he steps over the edge is John Egbert, with his ragtag group of friends.

There will be an epic showdown. But who wins? I’ll leave that up to you.

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toku-explained · 3 years ago

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The 2 in 1 Eagle Pair

Trigger: Computer systems across Sorafune are infected by viruses, courtesy of Powered Dada. Like wow, that's a deep cut. Haruki and Kengo talk more as Akito uses the rescued Medals to create Z Hyper Keys of his other forms. With the virus cutting off computer systems at other TPU branches, GUTS-Select goes on high alert. An attempt to use old equipment allows them to pick up automated HQ broadcasts authorising autonomous operations. The Nursedessei has it's systems compromised. It's all hands on deck switching to manual, but Dada is managing to auto fire the Nurse Cannon and Nanase has to run a counter virus program, even Ignis is helping, as Kengo and Haruki manage to disconnect the Nurse Cannon's power right before a second shot fires. Dada instead takes control of King Joe to target Nursedessei, forcing Trigger Multi-type and Z Alpha Edge to fight it, after it uses all its forms they switch to using Power-type and Beta Smash. As Nanase gets control of the system back Dada avatars start appearing to attack the crew, when one attacks Akito, Yuzare takes over and destroys it, but then Yuna collapses. Dada appears to fight with King Joe, and Multi-type and Gamma Future hold it off until it tries fusing with King Joe, getting destroyed last second by Nurse Cannon. They switch to Sky-type and Delta Rise Claw, destroying King Joe but Haruki promising they'll repair him. Later Kengo thanks Haruki for his help, again stating how he's come to recognise Akito's help even if the man himself denies it. Akito gives permission to keep the Sparklencs, and so with Beliarok opening a dimensional tunnel, Z places King Joe's parts in a Travel Sphere and flies off, Akito agrees to grab ramen with Kengo. Akito returns to the lab to find Yuna, who can just remember Yuzare's action this time, and begs Akito to explain.

Galaxy Rescue Force: Sora is surprised by the appearance of Justice, bringing a message from Delacion to Queen Izana, who is unfortunately back on Kanon at the moment. Justice opts to wait, leaving Sora feeling awkward until Ribut arrives, impressed to hear Justice is associated with the Universal Justice. When Ribut thanks Justice for their help with Leugocyte Justice explains that Delacions wants to cooperate with the Land of Light and Galaxy Rescue Force in opposing Tartarus. They continue waiting, Ribut also feeling awkward, eventually running away to patrol, Justice eventually deciding to return the next day.

Revice: Wakabayashi demotes Kadota after both failing to defend the ViStamp lab and his failure with the Revice system, and requests Daiji persuade Ikki to fight for them. A caddie, Ibata, is fired by his boss, Araki, who has become irritated after his recent performance, Olteca appears to offer Ibata a ViStamp. Ibata summons tge Kamakiri Deadman. Ikkirefuses the contract, but when news of the Deadman attack appears still takes the belt, accidentally discovering Vice can possess his bike if it's stamped. They arrive and fight, until Vice tries to go eating again, Daiji passes Ikki the Eagle ViStamp, which turns them into the W themed Eagle Genome. Revi starts attacking Vice, who accidentally triggers their combined Eagle form to finish the Deadman, Vice then targets Araki until the transformation is cancelled. Ikki's family encourage him to help Fenix. Araki approaches the Deadmans, and the next day, when Ibara approaches to apologise, summons the Megalodon Deadman. When Vice mentions he told Araki unleashing your Akuma feels good Ikki transforms again to fight him until Daiji arrives to inform him of the Deadman, at which point he gives up the gear. Ikki and Daiji arrive at the golf course, where Fenix are already battling Giff Junior's, Ikki rushing in. He refuses tonuse the belt, since Vice will attack people again, but keeps fighting, until Vice swears to not attack humans anymore, making a contract to do as Ikki says, and Ikki now transforms again. Vice becomes envious of Ikki's Sealing Buster and borrows Daiji's Gunderphone. Ibata grabs Araki when he tries to power up his Deadman, wanting to put things right, and they combine into Rex form to finish the Deadman. Araki and Ibata make up,

Zenkaiger: No one has had any luck finding Mitsuko. Gaon offhandedly suggests she's escaped to some other world, and when Zox comes wanting an explanation for what happened in the last fight, Kaito asks for his help. Ijirude has no idea how Mitsuko escaped, Stacey confirming he'd put her in storage, and the Parallel World Gate was disrupted as she escaped thanks to Kudakk attack, so they don't know where she went, Stacey isn't sure this should have taken him away from the battle. Kaito, Zyuran and Magine join tge World Purates in travelling, with 20 or so worlds they can try, while Magine tries to divine where she is, Flint takes them to Kashiwa Mochitopia, where they meet the local version of Su-san, not having Kashiwa Mochi on your head there is comparable to public indecency. They try Retrotopia, where Su-san can't comprehend the Kikainoids. Kouritopia's Su-san has far less trouble with them, but hasn't seen Mitsuko, but Kaito is happy to see the freed worlds are at peace. Stacey and the Kudakks arrive, revealing Kudaiters gave been sent to other worlds for Mitsuko, as Gaon and Vroon, looking on earth, find. Kaito wants to split up to protect worlds, but Zox says they have to prioritise Mitsuko since the Tojitendo will just rampage until they find her. Su-san on Kinokotopia tries to have them stop attacking the mushrooms, as the Zenkaigers fight Flint declares she found Mitsuko, and Ijirude calls all forces there. When there the team shows they have Mitsuko, and fight. As things progress Stacey captures Mitsuko, but Kaito gets her back. Super Zenkaiser and Super Twokaiser destroy tge enemy forces, then they escape on CrocoDaiOh, Stacey essentially let's them go for Yatsude's sake, but is ordered by Ijirude to summon Black ZyuraGaon, which drags them back to Kouritopia, Zenkaijuoh facing the mecha and defeating it. They return home, and only now have Magine remove her disguise as Magine, since the Tojirendo won't go through other worlds if they think Mitsuko is home, just continue focusing on earth.

Yodonna 2: We start right where we left off, Mizuki distraught over the detective's betrayal, which Yodonna is able to understand due to her own betrayal by Yodon. The realisation that she has experienced sadness causes Yodonna to freeze. In Yodon hell, Hörn and Mose are in a meltdown over Yodonna's escape, Mose impulsively sends himself to earth after her. Yanako visits the Kuchinawa leader, whose eating whil watching his men give Shousuke a beating, Yanako wants to kill Mizuki. Mizuki retrieves the phone while bemoaning Yodonna's current state, but resolves not to burden Juru with her problems. She also finds herself feeling sluggish, unknown to her being due to the soul transfer. Mizuki arrives at the warehouse, where Enoshima is waiting with gang members, claiming his becoming corrupt was only natural. The regular lead goon grabs the phone, while Mizuki talks about how much Shousuke believed in him. The phone wiped, Enoshima reveals Shousuke isn't there, and they can't have her going around with what she knows. Yodonna takes control right as the fight begins, she's now experiencing anger on Mizuki's behalf. She starts fighting the goons, the boss watching via camera surprised by her skill and saying as much to Yanako. When shooting starts she uses a guy as a shield, and uses his gun to kill the goons. After admonishing Mizuki to exercise properly, she beats down the lead goon again. Enoshima puts a gun to her head, she steals it and shoots him in the knee. Mizuki changes back, happy thanks to Yodonna's help, she's really struggling to stay standing now, and Yodonna realises why. Mose approaches her, kills Enoshima for interrupting, then isn't sure what to do with Yodonna given the soul transfer. He intends to cut the hose, but then Yodonna will, disappear and there'll still be trouble for him with Hörn, better to let her steal Mizuki's life and then take her back. The revelation of what Yodonna was doing leads Mizuki to hate her too. At this point Yanako arrives and knocks Mizuki out. Mizuki wakes in the Kuchinawa offices, where Mose is waiting alongside Yanako and the leader, Kujirasaki. Mose has told them everything, and they seem content to wait out her death and let him have Yodonna after. Kujirasaki finds the whole situation amusing, and has Shousuke brought out so he can watch his sister die. As the process nears completion, Yodonna becomes visible and Mizuki starts fading. Yodonna explains the emotions she has learnt from Mizuki, and that she's realised she's just done to Mizuki what Yodon did to her. And so she pulls the tube out and destroys it. She's going to use the physical form she has until she fades to save Mizuki and Shousuke. She beats Yanako quickly. Goons drag Shousuke away, Mose in a panic uses Yodonna's whip to power up Kujirasaki. And then just goes back to Yodon Hell. Yodonna fights Kujirasaki, telling Mizuki to get Shousuke. As Yodonna and Kujirasaki are fairly evenly matched, Mizuki manages to disrupt the goons enough to free Shousuke. As Kujirasaki prepares an energy blast, Yodonna, knowing she's dead either way, swears to keep Misaki alive, and turns her whip into a scythe to block the blast. A final struggle fells Kujirasaki, and Shousuke declares him under arrest. Yodonna is glad to have won in time and collapses. Seeing Mizuki is alive she finds she's crying, Mizuki explaining she's feeling joy, right before Yodonna starts vanishing. Mizuki forgives her, and Yodonna fades gladly. Juru and Tametomo are still waiting for Mizuki, who finally gets back after Juru reminds Tame of his brief crush on Yodonna. Yodonna awakens back in Yodon hell, Hörn telling her that is she'd let him finish he was going to explain that if she could understand the 4 basic emotions he'd let her revive. He's already punishing Mose for running off after her. After reminiscing she asks if she can revive, but after her running off he's not going to allow it anymore. Unless she learns one more emotion, Love. She wonders who might teach her that...Tametomo perhaps?

#toku explained #kamen rider revice #kikai sentai zenkaiger #ultraman trigger #mashin sentai kirameiger

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leotheli0ness · 5 years ago

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Acceptance

So I guess there could be a trigger warning? Watch out?

Kirishima was ready, he assured himself he was. He prepared, even made postcards to read off of if it went south and he lost what he would say. He had his friends behind him, his boyfriend.

He was ready. He knew he was.

When faced with it though- when standing before his parents, Bakugo, his friend of two years and now his boyfriend of one week, sat leisurely in the arm chair. He scrolled through his phone as to avoid the situation before him.

Kirishima drew in a deep breath as his parents exchanged worried looks. "It's okay baby, you can talk to us. What's wrong?" His mom cooed, leaning back to sit straight, crossing her legs in a tense moment.

"I have something important to say, I just… please don't be mad, I really need support."

Forming the words, actually speaking them, was more than he could handle. This was a taboo, the elephant in the room. One of those things that was silently agreed not to be spoken of. It was a heavy topic, one he knew his parents had their own very strong views about.

So he closed his eyes, trying to hold back the tears that threatened him, squeezing his throat numb around his words.

"I'm…" He opened his eyes to his parents worried looks. An expression he wanted to drink in, to consume with his last brave bone. He soaked in the concern, letting it egg him on. "I'm gay."

Slowly, painstakingly so, smiles and worry faded into furrowed brows and scrunched noses. "Eijirou, you've always liked girls, there is no way-"

"No, mom, I haven't. I just said I did so I wouldn't disappoint you. I didn't want to upset you by telling you I didn't really see any of the girls that way, because you always seemed so concerned with it."

His father sat back against the couch, his face priceless with confusion. He didn't speak, just let his face contort into the many emotions he was feeling

"I'm sorry I just-" Kirishima was cut off by the voice of the ever welcome distraction to tge conversation, Bakugo.

"What the hell are you apologizing for Ei?"

If looks could kill, Kirishima's father would have disintegrated Bakugo on the spot. "And why are you here, Bakugo?" He spat the name, probably putting two and two together. "You put these thoughts into Eijirou's head, didn't you?"

Bakugo reeled back, standing from the couch and coming to reside beside Kirishima. "The fuck it matter to you old man? Does it matter? Your son came to you with this and you're upset because…?"

"It's disgusting, and just unright." Kirishima's mother put a hand on his shoulder.

"Honey, this isn't Bakugo's fault. You can't blame the boy for our sons problem."

"Problem? What the fuck?!" Bakugo grabbed Kirishima's hand tight, pulling it to his chest defensively, earning a squawk from the redhead. "Kirishima is the most pure, amazing, honest ray of sunshine there is in this world. He's way above the two of you and it's a shame he has to even ask for your acceptance for him to be a human being!"

Kirishima sunk down as the looks his parents gave him when he didn't pull his hand from Bakugo's. His mom's presence shifting from worried to condescending. She stood and addressed Bakugo. "I knew you were no good for my baby boy, running off, breaking things. Being too close to him, sleeping with him when you'd stay over." She out her hands on her hips. "You made our son impure, led him down a road of sin. Now you're sitting in my house telling me how to raise my son!"

"I'm not telling you, you don't need to fucking be told to treat your child with love and acceptance. You're right Ei, this was a bad idea. I'm not going to listen to this." He pulled the boy away, down the hall to his room. "Were leaving, I can't stand to be around them."

"Bakugo, you know they're good people. They just… have strict views." Kirishima tried to reassure, picking up his jacket that was thrown onto his bed earlier that day and handing it to his boyfriend. "They're nice people."

"I don't give a fuck what they are. I'm not going to have you here tonight being so blatantly degraded just so you can come to school Monday breaking up with me because your parents forced you to be something you're not."

Kirishima visibly melted, smiling softly as he fought back already trailing tears. The sight was like a broken picture of a beautiful tapestry sewed together by feeble strings that were torn by time.

It was more than Bakugo could bare. He clung tightly to the jacket, wrapping his arms around Kirishima. "Don't cry." He whispered softly, placing a kiss to Kirishima's temple. Said boy buried his face into Bakugo's shoulder, clinging to the front of his black rock shirt for dear life.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it." He sobbed, breaking into small pieces before his best friend. There were so many ways he'd imagined this would happen, how it would pan out. The possibility of rejection was an obvious threat, but not to such an extent.

Then there was a knock at the bedroom door and a shout from Kirishima's father for Bakugo to leave their house. That's all it took for the boy to grab Kirishima and slam the door open. "We're fucking leaving."

"Not Eijirou." The man stated, earning a stern look from Bakugo.

"Eat my ass." The blonde flipped him off, dragging his sputtering son out of the house, the boys face an apple red.

"Bakugo!"

"Just shut up and let me call my mom. She'll pick us up." So Kirishima did, standing silently, squeezing Bakugo's hand every now and again for reassurance that he was doing the right thing by him. He would be who he wanted, he would stand up for himself, as long as he had Bakugo there with him.

When Bakugo's mom pulled in to get them, she offered to take them to eat, already suggesting inviting the other expansion of his friends.

Then Kirishima realised, he had a family that accepted him. No, it wasn't his parents, but something better. Family doesn't necessarily mean together by blood. Sometimes friends are all the family you need, because family won't always accept you. Family might cast you out and belittle you, but there is always someone there to accept you.

So Kirishima goes out with his friends and Bakugo, and for once, the angry teen doesn't get mad about it or explode. He just kind of, exists next to Kirishima, for Kirishima. He's there as a life support, holding his hand and offering him up a smile when he feels the other needs it. And Kirishima does. He does need it, because he feels like he's lost everything, yet his world is right next to him.

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eyesaremosaics · 6 years ago

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Healing/transformation

Something fundamental has changed in me. For the first time in my life I feel like the shackles have been released. All my armor fallen down after many a hard won battle. The sky the clear blue of Vienna. Mindset has everything to do with inner peace. In the past few tumultuous weeks, I have grieved the death of something. A relationship, my hurt and anguish over it... and I think I’m finally free. It takes work to restructure the thoughts in your head (the root of all our problems), but it can be done.

Each day I have been practicing mindfulness, which means—being present in the moment. Not dwelling on the past, or worrying about the future. I still have intrusive thoughts, but I visualize shooting them down like the duck hunt game. I just take a deep breath and say: “thank you for showing me that, but I’m not going to look at that right now.” When I start to beat myself up with fear and feelings of inadequacy, I try to soothe or calm myself the way I would the children in my life. I visualize the ringlet curls I used to have, the auburn hair, the floral dresses that my grandmother used to make for me in the 90s... with a big bow in the back. I sit beside her gently. I can see the tears in her eyes.

Poor, friendless, lonely child. I see you. I can see the pain of abuse and abandonment etched into her face. I see her hitting herself in the head with blunt objects—as she has done all her life. I take her hands gently in mine and say: “let’s not do that. It’s not good to hurt yourself.” I see her crying, and it makes me want to cry too, but I smooth her hair back with the gentle touch of my hand, and tell her she is not bad. “It isn’t your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Feeling like a criminal on trial most of my life. Feeling like a ghost. To my personal demons that tell me I am ugly and worthless: I love you, I forgive you, I release you. To the voices that told me I am crazy and impossible to love: I love you, I forgive you, I release you. Thank you for showing me the darkest parts of myself so early in life, so I could make peace with myself and the things that happened to me, so I can release myself from that stranglehold of self mutilation and self punishment.

Everyday, I try to give love to the part of me that never got it as a child. Every choice I make, I think long and hard about whether it is best for tge little girl inside. I look out for her now.

The power of our minds is truly amazing. The thoughts going on in our heads have a tremendous impact on the decisions we make, the actions that we take, and the things we experience. People miss out on all kinds of amazing opportunities all the time because of what is going on in their head. People often make really bad decisions off of a really bad frame of mind. People often have an inner dialogue of: I can’t do that, or I’m not good enough, I don’t have the time or the money, or I can’t be bothered—I’ll do that tomorrow. What ends up happening though, is you never do it.

My goal this year is to take charge of my life, to dream big, be goal oriented, take active steps every day towards my goals. My goals this year:

1. peace of mind. How to achieve this? Exercise daily, eating healthy raw foods, meditation, mindfulness.

2. Go back to school for a psychology: how to start this: go see a counselor at city and figure out what classes I need to take to finish, and where I should transfer to specialize in acting/art therapy. I want to use acting, art, and spiritualism to help people heal. This includes reiki, tarot, crystal healing and pagan ritual if the client is open to the experience. I want to use all my strengths to help people heal.

3. Make healthier choices/Get fit: where to start (which I already have), 30 mins of Pilates in the am, followed by 40 minute run, 4 times a week. No carbs, only lean protein and raw foods. No alcohol on weekdays.

4. Get signed with an agency: apply to all the local ones. Get new headshots, and have friends help me record monologues, to put together a reel. Start auditioning every chance I get. Practice monologues and read plays even when no gigs or auditions are coming up. Build up my literary arsenal.

5. Apply Positive focus and intentionality everyday. Stay present. Look at the here and now. What can I do now? To get where I need to be. Look for solutions, not problems.

6. Take more risks. Push myself out of my comfort zone. Challenge myself to say yes to every opportunity. Push through fear and see what possibilities are on the other side. See what I have been missing.

7. Make more time for friends and family. I want to strengthen my connections, I only have a few people who are close to me these days, I need to let them know how much they mean to me, and make time for them.

8. Change old behavior patterns. Be self aware (as I have been), and make better choices. See when something is good or bad for me, and make the right choice. Forgive myself for all my mistakes. Forgive myself for how dark, twisted and ugly I got in the past few years. You had a mental breakdown. You made poor choices, but you were in deep, indescribable pain. I must forgive and be gentle with myself. I am not that person anymore. You are more then what you had become, You were always stronger than the darkness that surrounded you. You have the choice to be different today, and for the rest of your life.

I am a person of honesty, integrity, of deep, healing, transformative love and passion. I deserve love. I deserve to get the things I want from life, and to be happy. For the first time I can say that to the universe with a straight face.

#me #self healing #mindfulmovement #being mindful #self awareness #self help #bipolor #manic depression #bipolar disorder #healing from trauma #healing from abuse

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shopinapp-blog · 6 years ago

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SHOPIN TOKEN SWAP UPDATE — BLOCKWELL PARTNER TO BRING RETAILERS NEW FUNCTIONALITY ON THE BLOCKCHAIN

Happy Sunday!

It’s an exciting time as we gear up to re-distribute Shopintokens to participants of our TGE.

If you’ve been following the story closely (https://medium.com/@ShopinApp/blockwell-and-shopin-partner-to-reissue-tokenswap-d1cd8d71cb8c) you will know we have been working hard to ensure there is a smooth process ahead.

What’s become more prevalent is the opportunity toinclude new functionality on the blockchain, that we are planning for the retailers and brands in 2019 and 2020. These include:

The universal shopper profile (2019)

The Shopin Brand Intelligence Engine(2019)

Ad exchange (2019/2020)

Branded Tokens for the retailers and brands (2020)

A peer-to-peer token exchange for shoppers to swap branded tokens (2020)

This kind of foresight is enabling us to think ahead, as the contract is non-upgradable.

In tandem with this, we have had some delays getting in touch with the major syndicate leads and aligning all the distribution data. These are incredibly complex distributions, which we are taking special care to ensure excellence in distribution.

These opportunities are rare and often come at unusual and unexpected times. We’re taking full advantage to integrate these features into the contract, as well as make sure a high standard of compliance.

We’re wishing everyone a superb New Year, wherever you are and whomever you are with. Here’s to a powerful 2019 for us all.

Eran Eyal— Founder and Co-CEO of Shopin

Josh from Blockwell:

It’s Josh from Blockwell. Those of you that follow the Telegram channel know that we’re pretty much ready to hit the swap button on the updated Shopin token. I know there’s been some concerns about how long this has taken, which is fair given the idle time you all experienced prior to our engagement.

The typical token distribution is as simple as having a list of wallets, a list of token amounts, and queuing things up en masse. Sending the actual tokens is the easy part as we demonstrate here:

https://rinkeby.etherscan.io/token/0x4e0a5b4271049f98ca7b6932eca7113b44720129

The real difficulty with your situation was:

the nuance around syndicates,

individuals,

KYC, and

the lovely challenge of syndicate members who were secretly acting as their own syndicate and whose members filed as individuals. This would cause a situation where we almost hit the button a couple weeks ago on what would have let those guys collect twice the tokens they were owed.

We’ve since solved all of those issues, and as we were preparing to queue things up Friday morning, I had the time to think through the token from your side of the equation. See I’m quite pleased with where it is from my side, with regards to the compliance tools, the ability to sort out things like the double pay problem, and the ability to hand this off to Shopin and their counsel and know that between the admin controls and the attorney controls they have everything they need to keep this thing alive regardless of where the regulatory climate heads.

As I got to thinking about it from your perspective though, I got a tad less happy with where the quality of the crypto product is. This is why you don’t have tokens sitting in your wallet at this very moment. I reached out to Eran and company for some ideas on additional holding variables and “hooks” we could put into place for Georgi(Shopin CTO) and the tech team’s ML and web interfaces to interact with the token in the coming months and years.

Once these tokens go live they will not have an upgrade function. They can be shut down, re-swapped, or sent to a wallet that gets frozen for a crosschain atomic swap but ERC20 is permanent. At most it can be locked up and swapped again in a few years. This led to an idea which I’ve explored with some of you in the Telegram and am now presenting here.

But first, a stark reality for those of you who haven’t grasped it: It will be a while till your tokens are liquid. This is not 2017. The world knows that this is more complicated than it was both for projects and for people like yourselves. Those projects that don’t address the missteps of their rush head first into an emerging technology will have them addressed by authorities eventually.

There are The kind of boxes the Shopin team is dedicated to checking, on the compliance and product integration side, to remove the lock timer and/or turnoff pause. This is being done by their counsel, we give no legal advice and offer no legal recommendations.

Blockwell believes that great solutions to the world’s challenges can accomplished with token technolgy. Viewing the current Blockchain industry and marketplace we see a misunderstanding of the potential and capabilities of tokens. The current industry has a myopic view when categrizing between only security or utility tokens and there’s a lot more potential then what’s currently been attempted.

Regardless, any token within our ecosystem that has raised money or is planning to raise we mandate an attorney and we put the issuance controls in the hands of the people who are trained make those calls. Our expertise is in the deep tech and the fundamentals of product design. We have tools to make compliance easier because we try to think about all sides of product design and usage which brings us to the choice I’m presenting to you today:

We can hit the button and send you these tokens as they already are, locked but securely in your hands.

We can continue to release Rinkeby iterations with “small” tweaks that we (meaning Blockwell, Shopin, and most important of all you guys) come up with and want to test.

We’ll finalize feedback on this coming Friday and deliver on Tuesday 8 Jan instead.

I’m open to either scenario, Shopin was a fixed bid and designed for us to solve one last really big problem before we move into our own compliant fundraising and scaling mode. I’m happy with where the product is on my side of the table, and I’m confident that with what we’ve learned from this we can take on any challenge the world of tokens has to offer.

That said, I’m committing another week towards experimenting on the ways to make it better on yours. From a business perspective we are far more on your side than we are on Shopin’s and they’ve known that since the beginning. We don’t pull punches but we also don’t believe in wasting time with blame, regret, or distractions. We prefer using our collective minds to turn dark clouds into silver lining.

The better economical move for us is to just send out #1 and be done with this so we’ll certainly respect that decision. We will be dropping a version of #2 on Rinkeby (which you can view at Rinkeby.etherscan.io) to all wallets which are on the list for Shopin tokens shortly. It has the ability for you to set a minimum price for Advertisers and Brands to be able to engage with you and for those entities (who have their own role associated with the token) to pay that price even through lockup.

Here’s a rudimentary example of that concept in action: https://rinkeby.etherscan.io/tx/0xcb7542e5ef07a4ffe231d74f8da436b385ed49b58a3a6758bba4d10d1285d584— Notice it’s a transfer but it’s also a function call from the input. If we go with option 2 we’ll do a few of these tests based on your feedback. This is a tokenomic model refinement and it’s something we are building into the core of the Blockwell product.

The BrandBidding concept isn’t speaking for the future of Shopin or their business model. It’s an experiment to get your minds going as the only way this is valuable to us is if we have a user directed ideation cycle. We’re more than clear on how top down token designs look but we’re open to an experiment in what giving the community of token holders a platform to experiment creates.

Regardless of the path we will need to wrap by Tuesday 8th January 2019 at absolute latest so please bear in mind. On the Rinkeby delivery, we’re working out a final piece of functionality to allow us to properly destroy the Rinkeby tokens after testing is complete so there can be no consideration of them as securities or taxable transfers.

To keep us efficient on processing which option to go with, please give your direct feedback to us here: https://goo.gl/forms/veAuTBYS1aQJ1Dhr2

Our mission at Blockwell is to raise the bar of quality while lowering the barrier to entry for businesses and early adopter as the industry as a whole moves into the “Early Majority” of the Technology Adoption Curve. We’re happy to have stepped in to help solve this problem and hope you’ll be as satisfied with the end result as we are with the insights we’ve gained working for you.

Here’s to a happy New Year.

Original Post here

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readysetjo · 8 years ago

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PS/ SS Chapter 4 Replies

My notifications page/ xkit extenstion started wigging out. (How old is the expression “wigging out” lol?) So I’m copying over some of the replies one-by-one and it’s only a little bit of a task, bc I enjoy you all and this project. Let’s get to it then!

@wearywanderer @alluringcliche @xingshining @feelsandotps

@feelsandotps replied to your post

Also, what if, instead of his mother’s scream that he heard when near dementors, it was this laugh. That would have changed the tone of POA a smidge. // He hears it too if i remember correctly, he even hears James.

Oh goodness I was just reminded of the pain in POA where Harry wants to face the fake dementor so much bc a tiny part of him wants to hear his parents. I am hurt.

@feelsandotps replied to your post

I still wonder why Dumbledore didn’t come to do this introduction. Isn’t it supposed to be him? // He had McGonagall's role when he did for Riddle, so most probably it should have been her (and I wanna read a fic with McG confronting the Dursleys when finding out Harry knows nothing and was abused ASAP)

That is a good point. Maybe this decision is more lax than I am thinking?

@xingshining replied to your post

Considering that Narnia came out well before this day, I am almost ashamed that Harry would be convinced to follow a strange magic manwho enticed Harry with sweets and told him about a future that is almost too-good-to-be-true and just shrugged and said “I guess I’m going to Hogwarts. [Whatever that is.]” // Yeah but has Harry even read the Narnia books? He doesn't belong to the library either. It really shows how desperate he is to get away from the Dursleys.

Ah this is a sad...

@xingshining replied to your post

I have a feeling that the Dursleys pictures the magical community like a large-scale magical fight club rather than a rich and large, functioning society. // True but on the other hand, they're not wrong? The magical community DOES live in secret and anyone who threatens that secrecy is severely punished.

hahah I want to know what a Quentin Tarantino remake would have looked like. (Except that is literally the last director I would have given HP to.) You’re absolutely right tho. I guess it’s up to POV.

From @wierdalien-universe‘s reblog of my post.

(I’m trying to condense my replies to one post I hope you don’t mind that I screen shotted your post and put it here!) :)

That is interesting and I forgot about the intention of Hagrid also carrying Harry back when Harry sacrificed himself. I think Dumbledore has a strong guilt problem and probably wanted to avoid having to face Harry. (Kind of what you said Laura.) Reminds me of DD’s avoidance of Harry in OOTP. But I guess he sent Hagrid instead (bc, I like that someone else suggested that, Hagrid looks formidable) bc he’s kind and has been entrusted to bring Harry somewhere to safely before (on the night Jily died). This just turned into my talking aloud to no one in particular sorry. haha

wearywanderer replied to your post

And in reply to your reply on my post, i wasn't blaming cute little daniel. What did he know? But it couldn't have been kloves because didn't someone else do the first 2? But yeah, let's blame him anyway :p

Oh I know you weren’t blaming him. We were both joking. :) I sometimes say jokes with forgetting that I need a little more context behind them.

But back to the original matter, in reality it was probably a decision on Chris Columbus’ part to have Harry yell it. Even if Kloves put that in the script (and he did write all the scripts if I’m remembering right, I definitely know he wrote this one) the director has the power to change it. It was down to Chris. I just like complain about Kloves and like making excuses to do so haha.

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I think lily brought magic home to play not to study and to show it to her family. Remember her parents were fascinated with magic. Plus we have examples of her doing magic for petunia. The disregard for under age magic had to be a plot twist because wouldn't she have been disciplined I'd she did it always?

She probably got a warning letter. haha Like mother like son!

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Your point about the dursleys nor deserving of hearing the story because they didn't feel bad reminds me of snape after watching memories of harry's past and feeling nothing. Which now i think about it, contrasts so will Wirth harry watch the princes tale and feeling so much (too much in my opinion, lol)

TOO. TRUE. That is one heck of a parallel. Good job spotting that one!

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Hmm, also wondering whether it was a real pain or not. I'm going to err on tge side of physical. There wasn't a lot a self reflection going on there for emotional. And then, that supports my theory on why Harry had such a violent reaction to the dementors...

Well now it’s emotional pain for me. I just want more for my son. </3

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True! What is DD doing right now?

He’s out in Diagon Alley buying the socks no one got him for Christmas last year. While shopping, he gets the letter from Hagrid and decides that he has far too many purple socks and that he’ll buy some blue ones instead.

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Maybe there's a charm on the owls to protect post?

I bet. Or it’s one of those things you might see your parents/ guardians doing so much it’s a spell people just learn early.

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Harry didnt read much as far as we know (re: Narnia lol). We don't know much about how he did spend his time pre-Hogwarts. That OOTP summer he just skulks around lol

You’re very right. I feel like in OOTP after Cedric and the graveyard sitting around trying to read would have been a task. He was probably too easily distracted. I would find myself having to walk around too.

#qhpra #me being me #long post

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deythbanger · 5 years ago

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Comedy: Offended

By DeYtH Banger Oh my goodness… People get offended it's like a tumor… everyone is offended… filter up comedy… and we lose the whole comedy. How to punish kids? Tell him the real story from where babies come from not the magic think out of the stomach this is as real as rabbit out of a hat… babies come out of dicks… get the kiddo… isolate this fucker (that's how far dating advice helps), remove your jeans… pants or whatever you have on the down area… show him the pipe… real size… then orasal it tell them that's level 2 mode 2… of kids getting into the stomach. Once that happens… the whole rabit… kiddo magic is over… BIG FUCKING TRAUMA People get offended… kids do not… but people as general hook point get .. life sometimes sucks… You are black - Definetly a slave Have you thought as from religious point, but still I don't have high expectations of whole nation of fairy tales believers… People die they turn to soul… and then some of the go to heaven, because believe in God and the other part goes to hell… because has made a mistake by doubting this bullshit maker, think about it. All people die and they meet God and all together spy on humans…AND WHAT'S THAT? 24/7 Sicko TV? I don't want to live forever… I want to die and fuck it… BUT STILL IF THERE IS NOTHING AT ALL… NO INCARNATION.… NO ANY OTHER LIFE? WHAT HAPPENS? IT'S PRETTY SCARY! YOU ARE BORN ALONE AND YOU DIE ALONE… THIS SHIT IS MACHO SHIT! I want fuck a girl while I rip off her shoes and here whole bag package of clothes. I want to fuck girls because of their skill… - Prepare Food - Or Clean the rooms - Wash my Clothes After those activies … I want to fuck the bitch full on… whole level of hard on. Oh great… full adreanaline ON…. I was about to kill myself until I did what most psychologist suggest look … focud into others… I DID THAT! Rip Off Fuck - One of my friends rips off women clothes… sounds like a screw up guy… LOW LEVEL OF PERMISSION SEEKER? Jerk Off Fucker - This guy if he hears this he is going to get angry … but fuck that fuck he already bought me sone food … he got angry because of girl rejecting his unicorn world… so this fragile fuck what he deserves is hos message to be delivered… WHAT MAKES HOM HARD ON AND LESS TO GO AND TAKE ACTION IS WOMEN WHOCH HAVE SKIRTS… WHICH HAVE SUCH CLOTHES WHICH EXPOSE SO MUCH BODY THAT HIS DICK GOES ON… ONCE THAT HAPPENS HE GOES HOME AND STARTS FULL ON… FULL FUCKONG ON… GRABS THE HUGE RAPE PIPE… AND IT'S STARTS WITH BASIC STRANGULATION OF THE SNAKE PIPE … THIS FUCKER LOSES LIFE MOTIVATION AND PLAYS ALL BLAME MODE I LOVE THAT GAME HERE IS ONE TIP YOU DEAR MOTHERFUCKER KILL YOURSELF IT'S EASY WORD AND EASY DONE THAN SAID I heard that there are people with strategies and methods of how to get girls… let's grab all anti social people… + the guys who hate the guys with tge cheat codes and start killing them… Rolling the ball… FULL KILL SEASON I hate the Zumba fuckers… I am focusing on the fucks aka males… GO FUCK KILL YOURSELF… ZUMBA ISN'T FOR GREASY ABD CHEAT CODE MOTHER FUCKERS People who learn dacing roll the ball you sick fuck… If you think dancing win women… You should rather wank a horse dick… It's possible and it doesn't requiere skills. I heard that I got on my list pedophiles really fun people… Those guys got such issues that sweaty and sticky hands from candies won't remove their hard on. .. Here is the thing the psychological issues which they have are so deep that problems like stickiness and sweat aren't on the list. So let me get on the point the son of bitch told me that "I like small girls… small kids." I was quitely excited… for that shot so I started pointing him out small fucks… I haven't seen this guy in action… I HOPE SOON I SEE HIM. Machos and Boxer… Your life us wasted less sleep… less brain cells… sounds like recipe for moron… Go sing the song along… GO FOR IT But wank a dick Swipe all fucks And Kill yourself Easy set Easy done Cool action

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kavuyi · 6 years ago

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Nkani: All That Glitters 15-Feelings are Never Constant https://ift.tt/2xduhlH

Olaaaaaaaa. Miss me? I know I suck at consistency. I’m guilty. So many people have been asking why I haven’t posted in a while, my answer? One day I’ll write about it. It will probably some epic stuff that will shock you all. One day. Now we are back with Nkani: All That Glitters.

Recap: Those who want to read Chapter 14 again, click here… Yes here. So 16th January 2016 brought it’s own drama, Thandiwe is still trying to accept her pregnancy; her mother being against her fashion beats the pregnancy kind of dressing is creating a problem for her, especially when James loves her just the way she is. Yolanda is still having (a little too much) fun with Mr Forty. Sonia is at a crossroads and Sampa comes to the rescue, but this doesn’t change a thing about her relationship with Ian? Marriage or no marriage? And Mable… well she just had her call picked up by Chinyama’s mistress or woman friend. What is going on?

New chapter…The drama continues…. Our girls are about to have fun… I hope you enjoy this chapter… xoxo

Nkani by Memzy

25th January 2016:

“Good morning beautiful.” He whispers by my neck.

I smile to myself. I get the good kind of chills on my skin. Mornings should always be like this. Waking up next to the love of your life. His lips skim the back of my neck and I giggle. He knows what that does to me. I turn and face him, his arms wrapped around my waist.

“Good morning beautiful.” He repeats.

He kisses my lips, slow and gentle. Just the way I like it. I smile against his lips. I touch his face with my hands and kiss him. Mornings like these should be banned.

“Good… Morning… Isaac.” I tell him in between kisses.

“She responds.” He laughs.

“Let me enjoy the moment.” I smile.

“Sleep well” He asks.

I nod. Nothing beats the feeling of waking up next to him. I look at him committing his face to memory. Up close I can see the flaws on his face all making up an attaractive man in my eyes. I am so blessed. So lucky. All mine.

His lips bend into a smile as if reading my thoughts.

“You my lady are beautiful.” He whispers. “I am the luckiest man in Zambia.”

Sweet talk early in the morning?

“You’re beautiful.” He continues. “Nothing beats this. Do we really need to leave this bed? How about we stay in?”

“That will never work. I need to head home and see my children.” I respond.

“Do you have to?” He asks.

“Yes.” I respond. “They are my children.”

He makes a fake pout which does not suit him. I laugh.

“I know they are your children. This is why your children should live here.” He says.

I laugh. Live here? With Isaac? Why? I am a married woman. He knows this. Why would they live here with him? Is he delusional? Men…

“I can see you later after you’re done, when I am free. How’s that?” He asks. “Lunch?”

“Maybe. I’ll see how long it takes. You know children.” I smile.

He feigns sadness, lowering his eyes to my chin.

“I promise I will be back but I need to see my children.” I tell him slowly, patting his cheek.

He looks at me and smiles.

“I understand.” He says. “I will miss you. I can’t wait to see you and hold you in my arms. Gosh I love you woman.”

He kisses me with such intensity that I think I will only think of only him all day. Gosh. This man just takes my breath away. When he stops to let me breathe I am in awe. I am in love with this man. I really love him. We stare into each other’s eyes for a little longer, our eyes saying the words our mouth fail to pronounce.

“I think we should get married soon.” He says suddenly.

My eyes widen in surprise. Marriage? Where is all this from? Isn’t it a little too soon for him to be thinking about marriage when I am still married to another man? Gosh men and their egos.

“Isaac…”

“I know you’re who I want in my life Mable. I love everything about you.” You are the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.”

“But Isaac I…”

“Mable, you left Chinyama already. I don’t know why you are still holding onto the past. It’s our turn to be happy. I know you miss the children but they can live here, with us.”

“Wait. Isaac…”

“No Mable. It’s time you let go of the past. Chinyama hurt you. You chose me. This is what we wanted right?”

“Right…” I echo slowly.

“I love you Mable.”

“I…”

He cuts me off with a kiss. “No buts. You and I can make this work. Chinyama isn’t doing anything to fight for you. He wanted you gone and I am here for you. Day in, night in. In my bed. I love you Mable. Marry me.”

“Isaac…”

“Marry me and have my babies.”

“What?”

I wake up from sleep startled. My chest barely surviving my racing heartbeat. What the hell? It takes a few minutes for my heart to get back to it’s normal rhythm, all the while staring at the ceiling letting my mind accept that everything about Isaac was a dream. Or a hopeful future. I don’t know.

A dream, I tell my beating heart. Just a dream. Chinyama is still my husband. For now…

They say time heals all wounds. I think they meant it in months or years and not days or weeks and depending on the crime itself or maybe tge level of anger involved. I must not be angry enough then because I am sleeping with the enemy in the same bed we have called ours for years now. I sleep on my side with his arm on my waist; I feel his breath on the back of my neck creating a never ending sensation of chills on my skin. Wasn’t there a time when the chills were welcome? A time when my husband wanted me in his arms every morning. And now he holds me when he does not even realise he is. These are the moments I should relish. But I don’t. I push his hand slowly so as to wake him up and he doesn’t. He turns away from me to face the other side of the bed leaving me cold. Nothing new there.

I sit up and yawn, pushing the covers away, I get off the bed without looking at the man still sleeping on the bed.

I don’t need to turn to know it’s Chinyama I am walking away from.

*****

Smiles are the order of mornings now. Getting to the office before eight are little miracles that simply happen when happiness is in overload. Give and it shall be given unto you, isn’t that how it goes? I’ve been given and now I’m giving. Whatever. Mr Forty has made my week; with his wife away the man has been at my flat for the most part of the week, after office hours. Late dinners, movies, nights filled with passion have been the order of the week. Wined and dined they say. Pleasure and passion by night, hard work and deadlines by day. Mr Forty and I are certainly good on and off the bed.

I bite my lip to stop mysef from giggling. Good sex just makes a woman happy. I must be glowing, I know I am. Gosh I do not know how we do it. Have sex and work together with no drama. I am sitting in Mr Forty’s office next to an always sulky-he-who-has-an-amazing-smile Masulani. I don’t care if he’s unhappy. I’m happy. That’s all that matters. I look at Mr Forty and his eyes meet mine. No sparks. Mr Forty looking at me like an employee, with the same eyes that undressed me naked early in the morning. His hands are flat on his desk, the same hands that touched my body all night. The same mouth that is talking to me did more than talk most evenings. The mouth of pleasure. Dating older men is definitely fun. Didn’t make a mistake here.

Mr Forty clears his throat and I blink back into reality. I find two sets of eyes on me. Shit I just sit through his instructions without hearing a thing. Shit. Masulani raises his eyebrow at me. Did I start drooling over my boss and wet my shirt with saliva? I straighten my back and look at Mr Forty. His eyes twinkle with mischief. He must know I’m thinking about him, wishing we were home.

“We shall meet with them tonight. Dinner is the perfect choice.” Masulani says. “Don’t you agree Yolanda?”

Shit. I got lost in my thoughts again.

“Hmmm.” I respond.

What the hell is he talking about?

“Nineteen hours should be perfect.” Mr Forty responds.

Masulani stands up and I do the same. I have no idea what is going on or who is meeting who at nineteen. This is why office relationships are the worst. Shit.

“So I’ll see you both later then.” Mr Forty tells us.

Though his eyes on me are saying more than his lips. Its a promise of more. More wine, more kisses, more of everything. Masulani and I walk out of the office. I follow Masulani to his office. Mr Forty out of sight I take the opportunity to admire Masulani’s height. The man definitely has the perfect height for more than just reaching the top cabinet. What I would do to have him lift me. What the hell is wrong with me tonight? I sit across from Masulani in his office and ask him the dreaded question.

“Who are we meeting tonight? Or it’s just you and Mr Boss meeting the client?”

Masulani looks at me, his eyes looking into mine, realising I had not listened to most of what our boss said. He chuckles and shakes his head.

“You absolutely fascinate me.” He laughs.

“What?” I ask.

“Where did your mind wander off to?”

“Other projects.” I lie.

“You suck at lying.” He laughs.

My happiness must be rubbing onto him. He’s laughing. I’m definitely giving.

“We are meeting Petit General Insurance.” He says. “Something about advertising their new insurance products on the market. We are to help them launch it.”

“Great. Where?” I ask.

“Gosh Yolanda. Did you actually get anything he said?” Masulani asks.

I give him my brightest smile.

*****

“I understand why you’re angry.” I tell Mable. “You need to calm down.”

“I’m calm.”

“No you’re not. I know you.”

Gosh I can’t believe she is still angry about this. Her anger truly knows no bounds. Then again Chinyama knew what was coming the moment he went back to Cynthia. Why do men test their women when they know they might end up dead or worse being ignored for weeks? This is such a mess. Chinyama deserves this treatment, but oh my Mable needs to find some healing – sexual whatever – or her anger will kill her.

And to think it’s only Monday. Morning at that, and on an office call for over twenty minutes with Mable who wanted to “talk” about the issue. I don’t think she will be forgiving her husband any day soon.

“I wish I could scream. Or just hit him.” She says. “Stab him.”

“You’ll kill him, you’ll go to jail, your kids will suffer.” I remind her. “Those little babies of yours will be alone.”

She keeps silent for a few seconds, thinking about my words. She loves her children too much to let her anger take them away from her, and she hates Chinyama too much at the moment to give him the easy way out. Easy way out. What would that be? Forgiveness?

“Men. Ata.” She says. “We are fools as women. We stick with these foolish humans. And for what? To be cheated on?”

I don’t respond. She needs to vent and I’ll let her. She deserves it.

“And with her of all people. Gosh. The same woman. You know if it was someone else naybe I wouldn’t be so angry. At least then I’d say well it’s someone new to beat up. But it’s Cynthia again. He is busy can I tell him to you back. ” She taunts. “Did she bewitch him? Did she?”

No word from me. I will not encourage my best friend to lose it.

“I hate him. Men are just horrible. They take and take until we bleed. That stupid man has my whole body, even my vagina. Womb included. He has everything. And he still wants more!!” She continues.

“I have nothing left. Nothing.” She sniffs.

My heart breaks for her. She doesn’t deserve this. Mable is amazing. She deserves better than this but I can’t tell her that. I won’t be responsible for giving her the wrong advice that tears apart a family. They will work it out. They always do. Besides she’s lucky it’s the same woman, having s new woman would mean Chinyama was getting worse. One mistress is better than ten.

“How am I supposed to be happy? I can’t even look at my children without my heart breaking. They look like him.”

“Awww darling. It will be okay.”

“It won’t.”

“It will be fine. I promise.” I respond.

“How? He’s cheating. I’m the good wife no?”

“Surely by now he must have explained what happened?” I ask. “He just can’t get her back again.”

“Who will explain? Who? I don’t want to hear it.” She yells.

“Okay then what do you want to do?”

“I don’t know.”

“You have to know Mable. You need to know. All this ranting isn’t healthy.”

“I don’t know!” She cries.

The classic dilemma of a woman. Leave or stay? Men surely put us through a lot.

“Just talk things out. Sit down. Hear him out.” I tell her.

“No. Hear him out? He will lie to me. Oh my. I’m so tired of this.”

“Think of your kids then. You hate him but you have kids.”

“I never thought I’d be one of those women who stay with a man because of kids. Gosh. Out parents did it. Not us. Not me. I’ve been doing this for so long. Why me?”

“Well who said women can’t stay today?”

I hear her sniff. Mable is a good wife. Chinyama is just trash. Men. No surprise there. I don’t say a word more. I let her cry in silence. I can’t imagine what she’s going through. She tried but obviously if a man doesn’t want you anymore then nothing can stop him from finding happiness with another woman. It sucks that it’s happening to my friend. I wish I could do more for her. All I can do is be there for her like I’ve been for Sonia.

I make a mental note to find time and call Sonia. I can’t afford to have two of my best friends crying.

*****

“We can go to the clinic if you want babe.”

I roll my eyes thankful at the same time that James is standing behind me while I decide if hugging the toilet will make anything better. I hate this part right here.

“Thandiwe.” He says softly.

“Quit stressing James. You’re stressing me out for crying out loud. Please go to work. Let me be.”

“I’m just worried….”

“You know what? Leave me alone. Like go.”

He keeps silent. I feel his hand on my shoulder before I hear his footsteps walking away from me. I close my eyes, take a deep breath and sigh. That was uncalled for. He’s trying to help me and I am not in the mood. I hear a door close and I shake my head. Shit now I feel guilty for being so rude. But to be honest I don’t know why he’s stressing out about me having morning sickness. It’s not going to end anyway. No matter how many times we go to the clinic nothing will change. Until it’s over. Only then. Until then it’s not going to get any better. Gosh these things should happen to people who actually want to go through it. It should happen to those who are ready to puke their lives out because of a bundle of chaos.

I flush the toilet and slowly stand up from the cold floor. I walk to the sink looking at my face in the mirror. I look horrible. I swear makeup truly hides a lot of things on a woman’s face. In as much as I look younger without the makeup, it’s the makeup that makes me look sort of extra beautiful. James does not care about the makeup. To him I’m beautiful day in day out no matter what I wear. I hope he will still think the same when I’m fat and bigger than my size twenty-eight with stretchmarks that tell a horror story.

I slowly lift my t-shirt up to my still perfect c-cup breasts, my eyes stray to my stomach. Still flat thank goodness. I touch my abdomen, rubbing it slowly. There is a little human inside of me right now. Or it’s still a ball of cells or something but he or she will be a mini human. I turn to my side and stare at my abdomen in the mirror. In the side view it still looks flat to me as well. Mama said when I’m three or four months it will start to show. The stretchmarks will start. She says it will be the best feeling ever. I’ll be three months this week or so it’s sooner rather than later. Who cares…

I hear a shuffle and look towards the bathroom door and see James leaning against the door. He stayed? I heard the door. He made me believe he left and yet he didn’t leave the bedroom. He walks towards me, his eyes on me never breaking contact. When he stands in front of me he looks down at me.

“I’m sorry.” I tell him, my hands on his chest. “I’m in such a bad mood. I hate it. I’m sorry James.”

He shrugs and smiles, his smile showing off his imperfect teeth. Ever the happy Mr James. He lifts his hand and touches my abdomen right where my hand is.

“Is that a round shape I feel here?” He asks. “It’s showing?”

I look at him horrified. He laughs. I slap his hand away.

“Very funny.” I tell him

��I don’t know why you have that look on your face babe. You will get bigger you know.” He says

“Yes. When it happens then that’s then. Not yet.”

I push my shirt down covering my abdomen. I push his hand away in the process. I turn and look at the mirror. The handsome and the mess. I meet his eyes in the mirror and he smiles. His hands reach out for me pulling me closer and he hugs me.

“You will be the perfect mother.” He says

“How do you know?” I ask.

“Because you’re an amazing woman. I can’t wait for us to have our baby. You’ll see. It will be perfect.”

I look at him, I can tell from his eyes that he means it. He looks at me, our eyes meeting and in that second I wish he could read the word playing on my mind through my eyes.

Abortion

*****

The ringing alarm brings a sigh out of me. I’ve been awake for hours, staring at nothing but thinking about everything. I turn and switch off the noisy little thing, yawning as I do so. More sleep I think. Just what I need. I turn groaning in the process wishing I could come face to face with a sleeping Ian on his front, his face in my direction. I know I would smile like I always do and lean in to kiss his cheek. He would not wake up obviously because kissing him never woke him up. But I know what can.

Not the right time, I think. Not yet. Ever since we had our mini argument, Ian and I haven’t found the time to mix pleasure into our busy schedules. The man apologised and I forgave him and that was it. And now I miss it all.

I shake my head and sigh. I sit up and pick up my phone off my bedside table noticing missed calls from Ian and Sampa.

I get off my bed and walk out of my bedroom head to the kitchen. I open the refrigerator and take out last night’s leftovers – lasagne- when I hear knocking at the door. I roll my eyes. Already being bothered even though I’m not heading to work. Gosh. I groan inwardly and head to the door. I open the door ready to give whoever it is a piece of my mind and I find Ian standing outside the door.

“Hey.” I say. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at the office?”

He raises his brows and smiles. He walks in closer and kisses the side of my forehead walking past me and into my flat.

“You just woke up?” He asks

Obviously. I nod and close the door. I face him. His hands are in his blue jeans pocket. I know he’s not been to the office yet.

“You okay? Feeling okay?” He asks.

“Yeah. How are you?” I ask him.

“I am great. It’s a new week. Totally excited.” He says happily.

I wish I felt the way he does now. Gosh even when I’m not going for work Mondays are just the worst for me. I should have stayed in bed.

“Good for you.” I respond.

“Well life is just perfect.”

“Great.” I smile. “You want breakfast?”

“Sure.”

“I have lasagne from last night. We can have that before you leave.” I tell him as I head to the kitchen.

“You’re going dressed in your pajamas?” He asks behind me.

“Going?” I ask

“Yes… Going… Driving… Aunt Leah…”

I turn around to face him.

“Oh. That’s today?”

Oh my, it hits me then, he’s off today just like I am. We decided I needed to inform my aunt about the marriage proposal and Ian coming to formalise it all.

“You forgot?” He asks.

I shake my head.

“You totally forgot.” He laughs.

“Lemme take a quick bath.” I tell him. “Wow. I’ve been so preoccupied with stuff. Why didn’t you call me?”

“I did. Missed calls on your mobile.” He responds.

Exactly. Missed calls.

“Okay. You warm the food I’ll bath.” I tell him.

I rush out of the living room and head to my bedroom, undress as fast as I can and head to the bathroom. How did I forget this? Gosh. I am a mess. Besides I’ve been busy with work and more pressing thoughts like if being in this relationship is worth it. I step under the shower, hot water scalding my skin.

Gosh Ian’s family has had me in some sort of mess that I’ve been unable to escape, but surprisingly since they left during the week to visit friends in Zimbabwe it has been sort of better for me. It’s been better between Ian and me as well. Our communication is better too. While I was thinking of ending our relationship, he pushed me to call my aunt and ask to meet her so that we can get everything moving. And yet somehow I forgot this.

I forgot something as important as this.

I frown as a stray thought comes through: Do I really want to get married to Ian if his family does not even like me?

Do I want to get married if I can forget something as important as telling my Aunt about it all?

To be continued…