#because that's how she viewed herself. and she projected it onto him and ruined his self image

[insertsickusername13]

The pinkberry fic I want to read more than anything is 'the end'. I don't know, the more I think about Chloe the more toxic she seems. I analyze the way she behaved in canon and apply it to other aspects of her relationships and honestly, she's probably ruined Brooke's self-esteem beyond simple high school girl fights. Brooke probably bases her own value off of Chloe's opinion of her, and irreversibly so (to some extent), and I bet Chloe knows it, because she did it on purpose. I want a fic where Brooke begs in tears for Chloe to stay because she doesn't know anything but Chloe, because she's endlessly loving and forgiving and, as Chloe spent years constructing and perfecting, she's all Brooke has. And Chloe, finally, after everything, realizes the best thing she can do is leave. That the only way Brooke can ever learn to love herself is if she gets as far away as possible. As a Chloe Valentine hater, that is the only way I will ever see Chloe as truly redeemed.

[presidentcircles-assistant]

redraw of one of my favorite lines from le chat du rabbin that i think fits these two very well

og under the cut + explanation

“Je lui demande de me montrer une image de Dieu. Il me dit que Dieu, c’est une parole.”

R. Line justifies her neglect and disdain towards Trey, her own son, by using the Gospel of Three Dimensions, claiming that the Holy Sphere purposefully guided evolution to give Women larger brains than the Isosceles of the village. Women are inherently better, and are above the Isosceles: this is the structure set in stone. Trey, suffering daily under this dogma, questions their religion and the existence of the Holy Sphere. If the Sphere was real, he would have already saved them from the conditions of poverty and suffering their villages are put into. Because of R. Line's overbearing nature and refusal to accept any other point of view other than her own, Trey does not believe that the Third Dimension or an afterlife exist. R. Line is content with sending her son to his own death, under reassurance that their next life in a higher dimension is all that matters.

umm now some very choppy explanation of symbolism in this bc it's hard to put into words:

-The background is yellow to show the idea of the Sphere, specifically R. Line's ideal of the Sun as a holy object that is intertwined with the Holy Sphere: Only R. Line's beliefs are what matter, and are extremely overbearing and searing. R. Line is outlined in yellow, as well as the pupil of her eye being yellow to show this ideal is the lens she views the world through. Trey does not conform to the idea of a Holy Sphere, and has no yellow on him, but he is surrounded by it because it is forced onto him.

-Also relating to their pupil colors: In white, Trey is seeking out an answer grounded in reality and truth. In yellow, R. Line makes up her own answers, and justifies them through saying they are only what the Sphere would want. Similarly to this: Trey has a very solid outline because he wants direct answers that make logical sense and can be proven. R. Line's outline is blurry/indistinct because she is willing to lead her life using blind faith. Trey's limbs are fading because his limbs are the body part that have the most semblance to his mother (very angular + have spikes on the shoulders), and no matter what he does, he is still his mother's son. + it also shows how he does not have much time left before his death

-The black holes on the bottom represent the cross-sections of a Sphere, and the Sun in the back represents R. Line's pendant. These are not concepts that can be translated correctly into 2-Dimensions, and stick out as something that is really not true. These concepts are shadows displayed on a wall in an attempt to mimic the real thing, hence them being black and solid. It is an attempt for them to project the Sphere into their lives, but in the end, it is all false. The idea that R. Line dedicates herself to, an all-powerful and omnipotent Sphere that will bring salvation, is false. But she whole-heartedly believes in them, and willingly allows them to consume her life. It is also why she is fully black: Her life is only a vessel for her belief in the Sphere, and she has no real emotional connection to this plane of existence. This is also why blood is draining into the most prominent cross-section: She allows so much death and suffering, ruins the lives of all that get close to her, watches her son's death without lifting a finger to prevent it. All in the Sphere's name.

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Caught In A Web ~ 26

CAUGHT IN A WEB MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 2,165ish

Summary: Tony and you work on yourselves while apart.

Notes: This chapter is a little bit of a filler chapter... hope you guys still enjoy it!

When you woke up from Wanda’s spell, you were alone in your room. It surprised you to find yourself alone, especially since the whole Team was concerned. You got up and slowly made your way into the hall. Without even thinking, you found your way to Tony’s room. His familiar scent filled your nostrils as you opened the door. It was woody, yet metal. You couldn’t understand how he made that happen, but he did.

You walked in and noted how unorganized it was. Papers, Stark tablets, shirts, and mugs littered the room. You called it unorganized because you felt that it was neater than messy. Flopping onto his bed, you grabbed his pillow and fully inhaled his scent. Tears filled your eyes.

Tony wasn’t dead. He was in Malibu. He had left… he had left though he had promised not to leave your side. How were you supposed to feel safe without him?

Sitting up, you let go of the pillow and grabbed a t-shirt from the floor. You slipped it on before leaving the room. You couldn’t tell how you truly felt about Tony leaving, but you knew that you needed to take care of some things before seeing him again. Your feet led you to the door of your therapist. She opened soon after you knocked.

“Can we talk?”

~~~

“Have you talked to anyone at the Compound?” Rhodey asked as he and Steve stopped their work to eat some food.

“Natasha has been in touch,” Steve replied. “Y/N has been seeing her therapist daily and training with the others.”

“What have you told her about here?”

“Well, that we could start a construction company, first off.”

“That’s true. Has Y/N asked about Tony at all?”

“No, at least not to Nat. Have you heard anything about her from Tony?”

Rhodey sighed. “He only talks about this project and only this project in the week and a half that we’ve been here.”

Muttering under his breath, Bucky came over to the other two men.

“What’s going on, Buck?” Steve asked.

“Mr. Perfectionist said I’m not allowed to touch any of the electric tools anymore,” Bucky responded. “He said my old ways are ruining the house.”

“He’s getting worse,” Rhodey said. “Not solving any issues by distracting himself with projects is Tony’s M.O. Maybe we bring Y/N into this.”

“She may be the only one able to help,” Steve added.

“Ask Natasha for her opinion,” Bucky told Steve. “Y/N may not be ready herself.”

~~~

The tablet resting on the table in front of you gave you a view of all the perimeter cameras. Fury’s additional military aid had successfully scared some of the press away and had pushed back the others. Wanda had used her powers to enchant the trees across the river and along the electric fence line, hurting anyone with poor intentions.

You stared out the window and to the trees in the direction you knew the training grounds Tony made for you were. Your palms were getting sweatier with each passing second as if your powers were itching to be used. You hadn’t left the inside of the Compound since arriving there with Tony almost two weeks ago. It never felt safe enough. 

You had been working with your therapist on feeling safe, what you can control, and what to do when you can’t control it. She had challenged you to get out of the building and do something. You told her about what Tony made you, and she thought that heading out there would be a good idea. It had been five hours since that conversation, and you had been sitting at the table staring out the window ever since.

Natasha and Bruce had been watching you for the past thirty minutes, getting worried. They kept eyeing each other, wanting the other person to figure out a plan.

“I can feel you staring,” you stated quietly. The two moved into the room and sat on either side of you. “I’m trying to get the courage to go out and train.”

“Do you want one of us to come with you?” Natasha asked.

You gave yourself a moment to think before nodding.

“I’ll go with you,” offered Bruce. Natasha was a bit surprised, as he often opted out of training, but she rolled with it.

“Thanks,” you whispered. “I’ll get my bag and meet you at the door.”

You got up and went to the room attached to the training rooms that held the suits and other needed items. You took a duffle bag and threw some items in there before pausing in front of your suit. It was the first time you’d seen it since the mission weeks prior. It didn’t take long for you to notice that the suit was new. You reached out and brushed the fabric. It was different than your first suit, sturdier if possible. 

Tears filled your eyes as you thought about Tony making this after the mission. After the two of you had struggled and barely got out of there. Tony seemed to put your safety first in every way, so why did he run away?

Clearing your throat, you grabbed the suit and headed to where you said you’d meet Bruce. He was already there, a bag of his own slung over his shoulder.

“You ready?” He asked, trying to gauge your emotions before you answered.

You nodded with a swallow. Bruce opened the door and waited for you to make the first step out. Taking a deep breath, you walked out of the door. Bruce made sure to keep in step with you, just in case. He could tell that you were starting to stress but pushed it down. You looked like you were going to pass out by the time you reached the training area.

“You should sit,” Bruce recommended. 

“Yeah, okay,” you nodded, sitting near a large tree that you could lean against.

Bruce studied what Tony had made. “I’ve seen these plans in drawings. Tony did good.”

“Yeah… he did.” You opened your bag and took out your suit. “He always does good.”

“Is that the new one?”

“I think so.” 

You stood up and slipped it on over your training clothes. As soon as the mask was over your head, memories came flooding through your mind.

Your first time meeting Tony…

Letting out a sigh of relief, you went to pull off your mask, but you stopped yourself when you felt like you were being watched. Looking to the side you realized that Iron Man was staring right at you.

“Impressive,” he complimented through the suit.

“Thanks,” you responded, swallowing nervously. “What brings you around these parts, Iron Man? A little far from your glamorous tower, aren’t you?”

“You are actually the reason I’m out and about tonight.”

When Tony came up with the deal…

“What if I make you a deal?” You stopped walking backward and waited for him to continue. “Meet me on top of this building every Saturday evening, and I won’t force you to come to the tower for the eval.”

“Why?”

The shoulders of the Iron Man suit barely moved up as he shrugged. “Why not?”

You couldn’t tell what he wanted from you exactly, but you sensed he needed a friend. “Okay,” you nodded. “Yeah. I can do that… I guess I’ll see you next week, tin man.”

“I’m looking forward to it, spidey girl.”

When he offered to make you a suit…

“Did you sew this suit yourself?”

“I did.”

“You’re clearly not a professional seamstress.”

“Hey!” You playfully swatted at him. “Like you could do better.”

“Actually, I could. A lot better.”

“Are you offering to make me a suit?”

“Only if you want it.”

You shrugged. “I’ll think about it.”

“You’ll think about it? Tony Stark is offering to personally make you a suit and you’re just going to think about it?”

“Oh yeah.” You were smirking under the mask.

“You can’t be serious?”

“Completely.”

He shook his head. “You’re unbelievable, spidey girl.”

“I know.”

“Y/N?” Bruce’s voice pulled you from the memories.

“Hmm?” You hummed, looking at him through the mask.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Just… thinking.” 

You then broke into a sprint before leaping. You threw your arm out and shot a web onto one of the higher beams. Using the web, you swung yourself up and over the bars. Bruce watched as you swung and flipped around the training area. He smiled as he noted how your body seemed to realize more than it had in weeks. He even heard to let out a few laughs as you let yourself be free. Bruce pulled out a tablet to work as you let yourself swing. 

It felt so great for you to be using your powers and swinging again. But it truly made you miss the days when you and Tony would fly around the city. When you were just spidey-girl, and he was just tin man. It was somehow so much simpler.

You flipped to the ground, landing with a satisfying thud. You ripped your mask off with a smile. Bruce stood to meet you.

“How was it?” He asked.

“It was good,” you answered, panting slightly. “Very much needed.”

“That’s good. How are you feeling?”

“Okay… I’m feeling okay.”

“Okay is still good.”

“I know… would you come out here with me again tomorrow?”

“Of course.” The two of you began the walk back to the Compound. “Have you talked to Tony?” You shook your head, opting to remain silent. “I’m sure he’ll be back soon.”

“Yeah,” you mumbled. 

You would hope that Tony would come running back, but you were doubting it. Half the Team had been called to Malibu to be with Tony, and you didn’t know the exact reason why. You could only hope that being apart would get yourselves to a good enough place to work the rest of it out together.

~~~

Tony had personal trailers brought in for those helping him, even a few extras. Steve, Rhodey, Bucky, and Sam were all meeting in Steve’s trailer while Tony was still out there working in the middle of the night.

“He’s running on fumes,” Rhodey stated.

“It’s Stark,” Sam said. “He’s always running on fumes.”

“This is different, Sam. This is… a love-stricken fool.” 

“I think we need to call Y/N and get her here,” Steve suggested.

“No,” Bucky quickly responded. “We need to allow Y/N the time she deserves to heal. She’s making strides there; I talked to Nat and Bruce tonight. We can’t do something that will ruin this for her.”

“It wouldn’t hurt to see if she’s up for it.”

“It could hurt. It could hurt Y/N and Tony. They are the ones who have the make the first moves. We can’t force this on them.”

A loud crash suddenly sounded from outside the trailer. The men rushed out of the trailer to see that part of the wall had fallen down. Tony was standing to the side with an Iron Man gauntlet on, staring at the fallen wall.

“What the hell happened?” Bucky asked, rushing up to the man.

Tony shrugged, walking towards his trailer, which sat opposite everyone else’s. “I hated the wall. Need to go back to the drawing board.”

“He’s lost it,” Sam stated as Tony disappeared into his trailer.

Rhodey closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. “Why couldn’t he have just hired someone out for this?” He asked.

In Tony’s trailer, he was staring at ten different drafts of the house. He wanted it similar to his old place but new and designed with you in mind. Nothing was turning out the way he wanted it to be—perfect. You deserved nothing less than perfect.

Mindlessly, Tony used a tablet to get the day’s security feed of the Compound. He watched as you went to training with Nat and therapy. Then he watched you eat lunch and stare out the window. Tony was silently killing himself over the way he simply disappeared. But he wasn’t brave enough to return unless he had something to show that the time apart was worth it. He was really questioning his own thought process.

As the video footage from the Compound continued, Tony noticed you and Bruce training out on the equipment Tony had built. He let himself smile for a moment as he watched you train in the new suit he had made you, noting more improvements that could be made. You were so amazing. Despite everything, you weren’t holed up in your room but chose to keep going. You hadn’t even chosen to leave the Compound, to officially leave Tony. He had to take that as a good thing.

Tony grew sad as he continued to think about you and miss you. He needed to make this right, more than he was already trying to. Because Tony Stark never thought he was doing enough.

next chapter >

[kingcunny]

🔥 i need to know more about your alicent

absolutely! :)

women in westeros, specifically women and girls of high ranking houses do not own themselves, they are extensions of their house. their fathers political opportunities. otto is a very ambitious man and has groomed alicent into this exact role. she is an extension of house hightower, an extension of her father. she is his opportunity to rise through the ranks. and she envelops this role wholly. alicent is ambitious in her own right, but how much of that is herself and how much of that is otto? not even she could begin to separate those ideas.

so when otto suggests she marries the king. she jumps at the opportunity. maybe even sees it as a chance to finally gain some power for herself, to finally be out from under ottos control. to outrank him, in some way. even if she cant articulate that thought to even herself. or the desire behind it.

alicent was young when she came to court, viserys is 10 years older than her. she probably views him as another sort of father figure. projects her ideas of otto onto him. which helps, in a way. shes been her fathers pseudowife for so long, whats the difference in becoming this pseudofathers actual wife?

but she is still that culmination of all the grooming she was raised with. alicent wants power but does not believe she is capable of gaining that herself, she must find it through the men around her, her marriage, her children. thats how women gain power. so she marries the king, she gives him sons. her son will grow up to be king, and she will rule through him. THAT is how she will gain her power. and fulfill her duty to her father and house.

except then viserys fucks it all up. ruins her plans. even after giving him multiple sons, he refuses to fulfill his side of the unspoken pact and make them his heir. he does away with the rules and traditions that everyone has been following for hundreds of years, the traditions that got HIMSELF elected king. he keeps supporting rhaenyra as his heir. he refuses to even marry his daughter to her son. shes given him the one thing hes (supposedly) wanted all this time, the thing he killed his first wife trying to get. why wont he give her what she wants?

i think thats when all the projection and delusions of their marriage come crashing down. viserys isnt otto. he doesnt love her, he doesnt love their children. he has just been using her as a salve for his own fears of death. their marriage, their children, everything has been nothing but a plan B to him. a ‘just in case’ something happens to his preferred child, his chosen heir. all the years shes given him, all the pain shes put herself through for his benefit, is for nothing. she will gain nothing out of it. she will fail in her own goals and her duty to her family.

(to be fair, alicent also never loved viserys. not really. she was also using him for his position as king to try and get what she wants. but, from alicents pov, she does not owe him love. thats not part of her duty to her husband. her duty is to give him sons. in return for that however, he should at the very least love her and the children she gives him. see them as more than just spares.)

and, of course, alicent is ottos daughter. your children are extensions of yourself before they are their own people. they are your pawns to increase your standing. if they cant further your own goals then what good are they? if alicent fails its because her children have failed her. and now all they are are reminders of that failure, of time that couldve been better spent elsewhere. cause now shes stuck with them. and viserys.

but alicent cant take her anger out on viserys, hes still her husband and king, (and father in a way. just because you become aware of a delusion, doesnt mean it stops having control over you) so instead she takes it out on what she sees as the cause of all these problems - rhaenyra. viserys spoiled little daughter. his One True Love. the woman he would throw everyone else under a bus for.

this is why alicent suddenly turns on rhaenyra after they had been pretty close beforehand. theres not an actual date listed of when alicents mother dies, but i like thinking it happened before they all came to court. alicent knows how hard and lonely it is being a young girl without a mother, how dangerous it is being a young girl at court. and rhaenyras father is negligent and indulgent and distracted, in alicents eyes, wholly unfitted to be a father. so she reaches out to rhaenyra, to be that mother figure for her. to took after her and raise her. (and if she just happens to catch the kings attention at the same time. well two birds one stone.)

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Caprico: Fleeting Time

Designer’s Reflection: Fleeting Time

Obtained: Sea of Fantasy, Gleam

Rarity: SSR

Attribute: Purple/Sexy

Awakened Suit: Cold Flame

Story - transcripts from Designer’s Reflection

Chapter 1 - Mechanic Weirdo

Chapter 2 -Test Subject

Chapter 3 - Illusions and Reality

Chapter 4 - Reunion

Story - summary

No one cares about Caprico, only the weapons he makes for them. He is used to living and working alone, dealing in the black market, and serving as the sentinel for the Justiciars.

In the middle of his latest project, someone bangs on the door. He checks the front door camera and sees a Wasteland girl, bloodied and desperate to be let in. He tries to ignore her, but eventually gets irritated by her knocking. She begs for help, refusing to leave. Caprico gets an idea. He brings her inside and uses her as an experiment for new cyborg parts. He had been planning to test on himself again, but he tells himself that he is only doing the experiment now because the girl is a better subject.

Regardless of his true feelings on the matter, the experiment is a success, and the girl tries out her new prosthetic legs. She loves them. As she gets used to them, she explores the rest of the mechanic factory. She even befriends the little roomba and introduces herself as Phyllis.

Caprico tries to distance himself from her, keeps telling himself that he doesn’t care about the little girl... but no one has appreciated his work before. To Phyllis, machines, plants, and humans are all fascinating and similar.

Phyllis tries to pay him, but he spots the Justiciar coin immediately. He asks how she got it, since she has no clue that this is the key to joining the elite group. She explains that her pet eagle, Dada, had found it and brought it to her. But when a criminal gang blew up her village, it killed her eagle and destroyed her legs. The coin was all she had left.

He realizes that his machines did that. He says nothing about it, but he makes her a hologram set that displays an eagle. He had never before cared who used his weapons or where or why. But this is the least he can do for the child.

Unfortunately, that same criminal gang finds Phyllis outside the factory and attacks her, hoping to use her as a bargaining chip for the Justiciar coin she gave to Caprico. He tries to ignore them, hoping they’ll give up. Instead, they get more hostile.

Finally, Caprico is ready to confront them. He tosses the coin onto the ground. The leader of the gang rushes forward - he explodes as soon as he touches the coin. Everyone panics and runs away... all except Phyllis. She knows that he made the bombs that destroyed her village and eagle. She still thinks he’s not as bad as he makes himself out to be.

But for her sake, Caprico puts on a cold front and shuts her out of the factory. Finally, she leaves. He never sees her again... although someone has been sending him letters every month.

Connections

-Caprico acts as sentry for the Justiciars. When Nikki and Momo visit him in Vol. 1, Chapter 5, you learn that no one gets to the Justiciars’ underground city without going through him first.

-In his Reflection for Into the Ruins, Caprico reveals that he sees machines and humans as equal: both fascinating in how they work and come to life. It’s one of the reasons he became a cyborg. Unfortunately, no one understood his point of view, so they kicked him off Ruin Island. He’s been ostracized by society ever since.

-Phyllis tells Caprico that she saw Zoey once in Wasteland. So far, the only Reflection Zoey has in Wasteland is Spirit of Anuwa, so it is likely that the tribe she visits in that story is the same as Phyllis’.

Fun Facts

-Even though he knows her name, Caprico still refers to Phyllis as “girl” in his memories.

-All Caprico suits are purple attributes.

-This suit is catalogued under the Ruin suits, but it is a fusion of Ruin and Wasteland styles.

-In the Index section for this Reflection, Caprico reveals that Phyllis loved singing Wasteland songs and he would have to correct her. She figured out that he himself was from Wasteland. He confirms it in the Index when he says “he denies it because those meaningless memories have been erased from his head long ago.

[singledarkshade]

So What Does That Mean

Chapter Three

(Chapter One and Chapter Two)

Daniel checked his gear for the hundredth time as he waited for the time to arrive and he would finally get to step through the Stargate. At his side Maddie was sitting checking the camera equipment and ensuring everything was working.

Forcing himself to focus Daniel rested his hand on his assistant’s shoulder, “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

Maddie rolled her eyes, “Daniel, you do realise how often I lie to people for you don’t you?”

“This isn’t telling people I’m busy when I’m trying to beat your high score on Tetris,” he reminded her.

“I deal with the press all the time, Daniel,” she smiled at him, “I can handle anyone who is nosing around and I will be fine here on the base. Sara O’Neill has invited me to join her shopping on Saturday, so I’ll be outside for that.”

Hearing the small alarm Maddie had set on his phone Daniel took a deep breath.

“Are you ready to do this?” Maddie picked up her camera.

Daniel nodded.

-

“Okay...” Daniel took a deep breath waiting for Maddie’s signal before he started, “The one thing I have enjoyed most about being here within Stargate Command, or the SGC, as it is referred to by everyone here, is the people who work under the mountain. From the scientists, to the soldiers, to the support staff everyone believes in what they do here and the hope for the future the Stargate gives us,” Daniel waited as Maddie pulled the shot out revealing what he was wearing, “And today I get to see that hope for myself. SG1 have agreed to let me tag along with them on their next mission through the Stargate. So for the next week I will be on Abydos getting to see all the important places that helped start this amazing project and meeting the people of the world which has a culture similar to that of Ancient Egypt,” he paused and grinned, “I’m hoping there will be at least some footage where I’m able to talk properly because I cannot explain how excited I am.”

-

Maddie walked with her boss as they headed to the Gateroom where Jack O’Neill, Sam Carter, Morris Taylor and Teal’c stood waiting for them. Daniel nodded for her to continue filming as he moved to join the other three in silence. Taylor had the camera he usually used to record ruins and anything else deemed significant to record the journey through the Gate as well as Daniel’s first steps on Abydos.

They watched the Stargate spin, listening to the technician call out as each Chevron locked. Finally the Stargate burst open, O’Neill took the lead and started up the ramp followed by Taylor. Daniel stepped onto the ramp and glanced at Maddie giving her small wave with a huge grin before he turned towards the open wormhole. Reaching the event horizon Daniel gently touched the surface, smiling at the ripples his fingers made before he closed his eyes and stepped through.

It felt like ice filled every part of his body and he staggered forward when he came out the other side gasping in surprise when his shoulder was caught by the Colonel.

“The first time is always the worst, Doc,” he said before clapping Daniel’s shoulder, “Ready?”

Shaking slightly and hoping that his stomach settled quickly Daniel nodded standing straighter, “You could have warned me.”

O’Neill chuckled, “And miss your reaction?”

With a sigh, Daniel followed the team out of the room stopping in amazement when they reached the exit and he saw the sunlit planet in front of him.

“Oh my God,” he breathed.

After several moments drinking in the scene before him he turned to Taylor and took the camera filming the view. Catching O’Neill checking his watch, Daniel shut it down and handed it to Taylor again.

“Thanks.”

Taylor nodded, “It’s what I’m here for.”

“Come on,” O’Neill spoke up, “Kasuf is waiting for us, if I know him, with a feast all ready and I have been looking forward to that all week.”

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Sha’re fixed herself so that she was presentable for their important guest. When she had been on Earth recuperating she had seen his show and enjoyed it immensely. She had found the man very interesting and personable so was looking forward to meeting him to see if he was the same in person. She was especially looking forward to showing him her world and the wonders it held that he talked about on his program.

“My dear one,” Kasuf called entering her home, “Are you ready? Nebeuh has spotted O’Neill and his party heading for the city.”

Sha’re nodded, “Of course I am. Father, we were asked to treat Dr Jackson as an honoured guest. I would not dishonour you by being unprepared for his arrival.”

Kasuf chuckled, “How dare I accuse you of being so.”

Laughing Sha’re hugged her father tightly, “There is no need to worry, Father.”

Taking his daughter’s hand he led her out of the tent as he could hear the sounds of his people greeting their friends from Earth. Sha’re smiled seeing O’Neill and his people. When she was on Earth he had taken her into his home for the several weeks before she was allowed to return to Abydos. She loved him like a brother because that was what he had become for her.

Taking her place at her father’s side to greet their guests Sha’re watched the man she would be showing her world to over the next week as he stared at everything, nodding hello to her enthusiastic friends and family. Finally they reached the home of the Chief Elder where she waited with her father.

O’Neill stepped forward and gave a quick bow to Kasuf as his position deserved.

“Thank you for having us,” O’Neill said offering Kasuf his hand in his tradition.

Kasuf shook his hand before motioning to Sha’re and nodding they were allowed to greet one another. Sha’re laughed as Jack swept her up into a hug.

“How are you?” Jack asked as he planted a kiss on her cheek.

Sha’re hugged him back just as enthusiastically, “Very well, Jack. It’s wonderful to see you once more. How are Sara and Charlie?”

“Good, they send their love,” Jack replied before stepping back and introducing the man at his side, “Kasuf, Sha’re this is Doctor Daniel Jackson.”

Kasuf stepped forward and offered his hand, “Welcome to Abydos, Dr Jackson.”

“It’s an honour to be here, sir,” the younger man said, “And please call me Daniel.”

Kasuf nodded, “Of course, Dan’iel. I would like to introduce you to my dearest daughter, Sha’re.”

The man turned to her and Sha’re was stunned by how blue his eyes were, she quickly caught herself and dipped her head politely to him.

“It’s nice to meet you,” the man said offering his hand to her.

Sha’re smiled at him taking it, “And you. Please follow me and I shall show you where you are staying.”

-

Daniel listened to the sounds of the people as they laughed and talked all seated around the large fire. The others from Earth were deep in discussion with the people they knew well these days so Daniel had been able to slip away.

He was still stunned to be on another planet with three moons above him but it wasn’t what had him in a reflective mood. He felt in many ways he’d been transported back in time to his childhood. The smell of the fires, the sound of the chatter and the feeling of community was everything he remembered.

“Is something wrong?”

The soft voice startled him and Daniel spun to find his guide standing above him looking concerned.

“No,” he replied with a slight smile, “I’m fine.”

Taking a seat at his side she gave a small grimace, “Then why are you here alone?”

“I’m not exactly a social animal,” Daniel shrugged.

Sha’re gave a slight frown while she translated his reply, “I will leave you to your solitude.”

“It’s okay,” Daniel said as she started to leave, “Please stay. I have some questions if you don’t mind.”

With a smile she settled back at his side, “Of course not, Dr Jackson.”

“Daniel,” he reminded her.

“Dan’iel,” she gave a soft nod.

“Jack told me you spent some time on Earth?”

Sha’re nodded again, “Yes. There was an accident in the mine. I was injured when my husband was killed.”

She saw surprise in his eyes how simply she stated her loss.

“I’m sorry,” he told her.

Sha’re gave a slight nod, “In order to heal I needed to stay several months on Earth, Jack and Sara gave me a place to live for the final few weeks. I watched all of your shows.”

“Were you being tortured?”

She laughed at his wry question, “I enjoyed them. You love the subject you speak about.”

He shrugged, “I do. And getting to come here to see one of the worlds I talk about is just incredible.”

“Well I can promise that I will take you to all the important places,” Sha’re told him, “Also I shall show you a few parts of Abydos that are not important but I think you should see.”

A brilliant smile covered his face and Sha’re couldn’t stop her own smile.

“It’s getting late,” Daniel said motioning to where the villagers were heading to their homes, “I should probably turn in.”

Sha’re nodded, “Goodnight, Dan’iel. I shall see you in the morning.”

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Sha’re was surprised to see that their guest was up before she was. She found him sitting with her father eating breakfast deep in discussion.

“Good morning,” he greeted her with a bright smile making her smile back.

“Good morning to you,” Sha’re replied before she moved to her father and kissed his cheek.

“Dan’iel and I were discussing his childhood,” Kasuf told her, “Did you know he lived in a place that is just like Abydos?”

Sha’re gave him a small smile, “That means he should be comfortable with long walks through the sand.”

Kasuf chuckled and clapped the man sitting at his side on the shoulder, “You will need to keep your wits about you when dealing with my daughter, Dan’iel.”

“I’ve worked that out,” Daniel replied, flashing Sha’re another grin.

Kasuf chuckled again before standing and resting his hand on Sha’re’s arm, “My dear one, have you eaten?”

Sha’re nodded, “Yes, Father.”

“Then Dan’iel,” Kasuf turned to the younger man, “I leave you in my daughter’s capable hands.”

Daniel nodded as he stood to join her, he wiped the sand off his clothing before smiling at her, “I’m ready whenever you are.”

-

Daniel knew he was bouncing as he walked with Sha’re across the sand to the caves that held the story of how the people came to Abydos. Taylor was walking behind them, camera in hand and listening to his music ignoring the chatter.

“Do you mind if we film you?” Daniel asked as they neared the caves.

Sha’re shook her head, “Of course not.”

“That makes things easier when we come to edit the show,” Daniel grinned, “If I don’t have to remove you from the recording.”

She chuckled making Daniel smile some more. He had to admit, as beautiful as her picture was, she was more beautiful in person and he hadn’t been expecting the wicked sense of humour behind the sweet smile.

It didn’t take them long to reach their destination. Sha’re stopped him and found a torch which she lit from the lantern she was carrying before leading him through the small entrance. Daniel gave a soft murmur of amazement, he had seen film clips of the cavern but getting to see it in person was a whole different experience.

“Do you wish to record?” Sha’re asked making him spin, embarrassed that he had basically forgotten anyone else was there.

“Not yet,” he replied, “I want to check the room fully first.”

She nodded and stayed at the entrance waiting with Taylor while Daniel moved around taking in the history on the wall before him. After about half an hour he managed to focus on what he was meant to be doing and motioned Taylor he was ready.

-

Jack looked up when Daniel and Sha’re appeared talking intently, both were obviously enjoying their conversation.

“So,” he interrupted the moment they reached him, “How was the first day?”

“Incredible,” Daniel grinned enthusiasm pouring from every word, “The cave is just...” he trailed off for a moment before switching into a language Jack thought might be German, maybe Dutch considering his Grandfather.

“Daniel,” Jack held up his hand stopping mid-sentence, “Why don’t you go get dinner.”

“Oh, yeah that’s a good idea,” Daniel turned to the woman at his side, “Do you...are you...”

Sha’re nodded, “Yes, dinner would be nice.”

With a smile to Jack she took Daniel’s arm and led him to the fire. Jack looked over to Taylor with a raised eyebrow.

“He looked round the cave for a good while. Then he started translating the walls with Sha’re giving him the correct translation,” Taylor said with a shrug, “I’m sure it will be fascinating when edited together.”

 Jack chuckled, “Go get something to eat.”

Taylor nodded his thanks before heading over to the fire. Jack watched their guest as he talked with his guide, he knew they would get along.

-

Sha’re served her guest some stew before taking a bowl herself and leading him to a spot to sit. They ate in silence watching the other members of the team from Earth as they interacted with the people of Nagada.

“So,” Daniel said after he finished eating, “That was really incredible today. Seeing the cave in pictures is nothing compared to the real thing.”

“I am glad that it was not a disappointment,” Sha’re smiled, “For tomorrow, do you wish to see the pyramid or the cavern which holds all the addresses for the Chappa-aii?”

Daniel mused for a moment, “I think I’d like to see the cavern tomorrow.”

“Of course,” she told him.

Before he could say anything else Sha’re’s attention was caught by a man walking past them. He caught the sadness in her eyes before she forced a smile on her face, “Would you excuse me?”

“Sure,” Daniel told her, “Don’t worry about me.”

With a nod she left. Daniel watched her place her bowl on the pile for cleaning before she headed after the man. A small flare of jealousy hit him when Sha’re embraced the man tightly and he dropped his eyes for a moment to focus on the last of his meal. When he looked up again they were both gone.

With a soft sigh Daniel placed his bowl with the others before he headed back to his tent to write his journal entry for the day.

Chapter Four

[winterspellsfrozenkit]

People who portray Steven's pink powers which are a manifestation of PTSD as him hulking out... Please don't. PTSD is really hard to deal with and PTSD manifests differently for different people. And Steven more than likely has Complex PTSD.

Steven's body is trying to go into fight or flight mode because look at what he had to deal with as a CHILD. His brain is trained to read any negative situation as threatening because in his childhood, it could have been. For example, look what happened with Lapis. He let her out and within minutes of her seeing the Crystal Gems, she FLIPPED OUT which led to her using the ocean to try and get home which would've ruined his home. And that doesn't even include the dangers Lapis unknowingly brought to Steven's doorstep by making Homeworld aware there were still Gems on Earth.

Steven has been trained to fix situations he had no hand in because people were passing down their trauma around his mother and the mistakes she made to him. Garnet, Pearl, and Amythyst are much older than Steven, yet Steven, the child they SHOULD'VE protected, was the emotional crutch. They projected Rose onto Steven which did SO MUCH DAMAGE. It warped his view of his mother, it made him feel like he had to fix the grown-up issues around him, and it made his mind feel constantly at risk.

PTSD has so many different responses and I feel that PTSD is often portrayed with the person basically as a ticking time bomb and I HATE that. Steven during Future is carrying traumas that were passed down to him and everyone else had a lot of their healing during Steven's childhood with Steven being a catalyst for a lot of it. As a kid, Steven was there for Garnet (the one who most filled his mom figure) when she fell apart. He helped Pearl overcome her grief and fixation on Rose. He helped Amythyst learn to love and accept herself. He helped the Diamonds deal with their grief of losing Pink/Rose and start to break down their status quo that had hurt not only the lower Gems in the hierarchy, but his mother and themselves. That's a LOT to put on a child and NO ONE was a safe space for Steven to process and come to terms with anything.

Steven finds out his mom was Pink Diamond? Garnet falls apart and he has to try and fix that before he even had the chance to process that the "war hero" that was Rose and the "tyrant" that was Pink were the same person who is HIS MOTHER. He had to help someone who was much older than him with their visceral reaction to that news that I think affected Steven more personally. Yeah, Garnet was lied to by a close friend who she trusted, but Steven just found out the Diamonds, the scary Gems who tried to destroy his planet, kidnapped his dad, and wanted to kill him for being Rose Quartz and plotted to effectively torture him as recompense for Pink's "shattering" are his family. But he never got a chance to process that.

PTSD is hard and I find it frustrating that whenever someone shows symptoms of PTSD, the one people latch onto is the affective dysregulation. Steven's hypervigilant, he avoids thinking about his mother because she's too tied into his trauma now, he has extreme feelings of guilt, shame, and worthlessness (And that's the symptom that had him change into a monster form!!), trouble with his identity, and he struggles with relationships, but the one people are focusing on is "Oh, he got mad, so his powers are gonna activate!"

Having PTSD is so much more than being a person who will lash out in anger. For some people, it's living in such a state of stress and anxiety because your cortisol and adrenaline is working overtime to protect you. It's feeling lost because other people are doing fine, but you're still trapped in this traumatic event and it's been years, so why can't I let it go already when others have moved forward? It's being afraid of getting harmed so you struggle to maintain relationships, or you worry you aren't able to be loved now because I'm so messed up from what happened, how could anyone understand, let alone love me? It's being trapped reliving events because you accidentally were reminded about what happened or someone who harmed you reached out and now you have to wait and ride out the trauma response until you can regain control of your body. PTSD manifests differently for anyone who has it, but it is so much more than getting really angry over something and hulking out.

Today on Hot Takes: 95% of the fandom portrays Steven's pink powers incorrectly and I'm salty about it

[oreganosbaby]

okay your turn, please share your thoughts about each character's view of what waystar does. i agree with what you said about logan vs roman and this whole thing is like. so revealing about the characters and their motivations and desires lmao

Idk how corherent this is but here we go:

Well Roman called it "roller coasters and hate speech." It's flippant and even slightly irreverant. It's detachment from the way Waystar is percieved: shitty cruises, shitty amusement parks, shitty movies and shitty news. He knows it all kind of sucks. His dad's power is something to be proud of but, the source of it is... It leaves something to be desired. The only way to not feel too bad about it is through this detachment, by assuming you're better than the rubes who inject ATN into their veins via IV and then are convinced that genderfluid illegals are entering the country "twice." Tom, Shiv, Kendall and even Connor all kind of have this view as well. They've also all called Logan a bigot in some way or another at least one time. I think Gerri views it quite similarly to them as she doesn't even watch ATN (and in all fairness I can't picture her watching it either). For these characters it only differs in how they deal with this fact.

For Shiv, she has the "What if Waystar were run by a Good Person" fantasy. She thinks she can clean the company (maybe not publically), but doesn't realise it's dirtier than she anticipated and that she has less power than she thought. Part of cleaning it is making it respectable, though. It's not just some kind of ethical/moral shit. It's also about image and ego. The lowbrow hogshit they put out is embarrassing and shameful. It's not the kind of thing an intelligent West Wing-watching Liberal like herself can feel good about having her name attached to.

Kendall deals with it somewhat similarly, but because he wasn't as concerned with the content of their news outlets when he was temporary CEO, I don't really know how he'd wanna change it. He does, however, recognize it as old-fashioned, lame and dying which is why he tries to bring it up to speed by getting it closer to tech since that's both the present and future of mass-media. It's an inverse of Shiv's in how the image and ego motive is at the forefront and his more moral/ethical motive, which is to dutifully carry on his father's legacy before he embarasses himself by ruining it beyond repair, is in the back.

Roman views himself as absolutely helpless, so he's just indifferent toward it with his cynical post-ironic detachment. Of course, his nihilism is projected onto everyone so, he views both those who rail against ATN and those who come to its defense as equally stupid. Him seeing himself as better than them because of his nihilistic detachment and his ability to view the bars of the cage is probably the most egotistical he gets. He's willing to go along with what his dad wants because he's passive, doesn't believe in change and most importantly, desperate to please.

Connor knows their dads a bigot, so I would just assume he thinks it's like half bullshit, but also he's out here talking abt usury and onanism, so he might just be watching some worse shit.

Tom, Greg and Gerri are all similar in how they view it in that for them, it's part of the job. Tom shames Greg for his hipocracy when he's getting cheered on by fascists, but defends Ravenhead in front of Shiv. He's surprised when Cyd tells him that ATN is intelligent news or whatever because he assumed everyone would have the same kind of detachment that he and the Roy children have. Tom wants to be liked by others. He wants to stay out of trouble, but gets himself into it. He feels like he can't change Waystar's party line because he's not Logan, but he could at least try to make himself look Less Bad to people. I wonder if Cyd is like Tom and felt the need to defend ATN the way he did with Shiv. Greg is just surviving, but he likes feeling important and included. He's malleable because he's like a soggy person. Gerri "I avoid mess" Kellman is surprisingly similar to Roman in their "it can't be helped" attitude. For her, however, it's not that she feels totally powerless, but she still feels like she's tethered by the job. She's worked too hard to fuck off just because of petty morality. I think Tom is kind of at that point now too.

Logan... well, he views himself as synonymous with the company, so he refuses to see what he does as bad. Neutral at worst, but never bad. He thinks he's the ubermensch: beyond good and evil, motivated by pure self-fulfillment via financial success, but like you said, Catholicism lives in his head rent free. He is not immune to feeling guilt. While I do think he does genuinely have views that align with the political right, the things he tries to feel less guilty about are the horrific shit like the cruises or replicating the physical abuse that his uncle subjected him to. The cruises thing has two major components: death and sexual violence. Those seem to be two things Logan wants to avoid in his life even though he's always complicit in it by being at the top of the chain of command at home and at work (though there's like nearly a complete overlap in the two). Shiv is a girl, not a woman to him. She's his only daughter and he delays her involvement in the cruises case because he doesn't want her to be near that dirty shit. He doesn't wanna ruin Shiv and even worse, he doesn't want Shiv to hate him and leave. Shiv is the most protected in this regard, but he barely tells his sons anything either. You can see anxiety on Hugo's face when he tells the kids that Logan wasn't directly involved in anything. If anything should be seperate it's sex (the body), death (also the body) and his children who are the physical (though he Pretends Not to See It) and spiritual extensions of him. The language of sex, death and violence is fine because it's metaphorical and abstract. Those things in their physical reality are wrong. The body is dirty and he doesn't have one because he's not dirty. He never hit Roman because neither of them have bodies. They don't eat because they don't bave bodies. He saw Roman's dick and now he sees he has a body. What a sicko for wanting someone to see him that way, the way a whore presents herself.

[nikakistos]

Mikasa will kill Eren

With the series ending in only three chapters at the time of writing this meta/prediction post, i want to share my thoughts about how the battle between the Alliance and Eren will conclude. More specifically, i will analyze all the reasons that make me believe that Mikasa will kill Eren and put an end to this battle.

Mikasa’s character arc

The first important reason that made me reach to that conclusion is non other than Mikasa’s phenomenal and, in my opinion, underrated character arc. So, let’s get to know Mikasa.

Mikasa starts the story as a sheltered kid. She lives in the mountains, far away from any other kids, with her mom and dad being her only company. Her mom and dad were her entire world. She was a naive, innocent little girl who used to overlook the cruel nature of the world, focusing entirely on it’s beauty. She was content living like that with the people she loved the most, without having any grandiose dreams of her own.

And then, reality ensues. Three human traffickers kill her family and try to sell her as a sex slave. Mikasa, being only a child and alone was about to surrender. Without her family she didn’t have a place in the world. She didn’t know how to live without them.

Until Eren comes to save her. Out of the blue he kills the first two of the traffickers and unties her. However, the third one appears and disarms Eren. Before blacking out, the young boy tells Mikasa the words that later became her mantra “Fight! If you don’t win, you die. If you win, you live. If you can’t fight, you can’t win!”

That is the moment that Mikasa’s survival instincts awaken her Ackerman powers. The moment that she accepts that this world is kill or be killed and realizes it’s true nature. And the moment she learns the truth of the world she finds the strngth to kill her assailant. Mikasa kills so that she won’t be killed. And the moment her enemy falls, the old Mikasa dies. 

Broken and homeless, Mikasa asks Dr.Yeager what she should do now that she had no one. How could she live on her own? She never learned how to do that. Mikasa, from the very beginning of her life, is a codependent person. She thinks that she can’t go on alone. And at this moment of sadness comes Eren and wraps a muffler around her neck to protect her from the cold. Both from the physical cold, but also from the cold, hard world that took her happiness away. He offers her a home. Their home.

From that moment onwards Eren became Mikasa’s world. He replaced her parents as her new family, alongside with his mom and dad. Mikasa, realizing that Eren was no more than a troublesome kid with a knack for getting into troubles, decides to be by his side forever and protect him. Partly out of gratitude for saving her and giving her a home, parly because it was his mom’s wish, partly because she is in love with him, but also in order to protect herself and her own peace of mind Mikasa latches onto Eren. And she makes the same mistake as before. She starts viewing Eren as a wholly good person. She keeps the image of the scarf and forgets the violence that came before. She projects onto Eren all of the beauty in the world. 

After Carla’s death, Mikasa’s overprotective attitude only worsens. She resolves to follow Eren at all times and be there for him, without considering his feelings. She actually had a habit of misinterpreting his sentiments about her clingy nature quite often. Whoever threatens her life with Eren becomes an enemy. So, Mikasa, who never got over her trauma, thinks that Eren is the most important part of the world and that without him she can’t go own. To that end she joins the military, when in reality she never cared about humanity’s struggle against the titans. Mikasa was fine living an uneventful life with Eren and Armin. 

However, those sentiments are not fit for a soldier. As a person who dedicated her heart for humanity’s survival, her first priority being Eren becomes a hindrance. A soldier should always put his feelings second. Fulfilling the mission should always be first. While Mikasa proves herself to be extremely effective in the Battle of Trost initially, with her stoic and direct nature saving hundreds of lives, when news of Eren’s death reach her she breaks down completely. She convinces the rest of the cadets to fight, while not being prepared to do her duty. She gives up and she is ready to die, until Eren’s memory and her desire to not forget him help her pull through and fight for her life. This marks the first instance of Mikasa’s growing maturity. She finds a reason to keep moving forward even without her family. 

Mikasa is a survivor. Keep carrying on and living even after the deaths of her beloved people has always been a part of her. And this is not something that comes directly from Eren, but from her own self and love of life. Her Ackerman powers only activated due to her own survival instincts. Not from Eren’s orders. While she hasn’t realized it yet, Mikasa takes pride in being alive. In a world where only the strong survive, she feels proud of counting herself amongst them.

Of course, the revelation of Eren being alive makes Mikasa regress. She continues with her overprotective behavior and with her reckless, emotional behavior. Her desire to exact vengeance on Annie causes her to jeopardize the mission to retrieve Eren and sideline Levi. Mikasa was hurt by Annie, becaue Annie exposed her again. She showed her that she is not entirely capable of protecting Eren. She also showed her once more that fighting impulsively and allowing feelings to interfere when in a mission puts her life at risk. The first time, she was saved by Eren. The second, by Levi. So, Mikasa resolves to do better next time. She resolves to become a better soldier. Her sense of responsibility over Levi’s injury pains her and she tries to make up for it. She scolds Eren for not fighting her, despite her having killed numerous Survey Corps members. Her effots pay off and this eventually leads to Annie getting captured.

Unfortunately, Mikasa’s feelings have continued to resurface in critical moments. And those feelings did not concern Eren entirely. Despite Mikasa claiming that she only cares about a small amount of lives, specifically Armin and Eren, perhaps she hadn’t realize that she cares for far more people than she initially believed. Even after promising Levi to not make any more blunders, the only reason that Reiner and Bertholt escaped from her was the bonds she had created with them. She saw them as her comradres.  She later tries to make up for her failure by trying to make the rest of her comrades see Reiner and Bertholt as enemies of humanity and prevent them from hesitating like she did and putting a tough front against Ymir, but again, the damage had already been done. 

Mikasa had grown to care for more people than Eren and Armin. Mikasa during the Battle of Trost threatened Dimo Reeves who was delaying the evacuation process, because he was getting more of her comrades killed. She saved innocents and civilians. She was angry at the Female Titan for killing so many of her comrades. She created strong bonds within the 104th unit. She even showed consideration for Levi, even though she disliked him for beating up Eren. More importantly, as the series progress, Mikasa starts caring more about the world in general. The little girl who only cared about herself and her family members has now become a soldier who fights for the entire world. She even develops a sense of belonging to Paradis, viewing it as her homeland, when she wasn’t even willing to fight for the island 4 years ago. Her cold exterior starts to crumble and she opens up. She protects a child who killed one of her best friends, a stark contrast to the earlier version of Mikasa who nearly ruined a mission by trying to have her vengeance against Annie. The Mikasa who simply cared for her small world and had no ambitions of exploring the outside world easily embraces the volunteers from Marley and becomes optimistic about their intergration to Paradis. The exact opposite of Eren.

This gradual “defrosting” of Mikasa and her repeated failures, along with the realization of the inferiority feelings she was causing him to have, force Mikasa to alter her treatment of Eren. While she was constantly nagging and smothering him, she starts to become more supportive of him, encouraging him and helping him believe in himself, just like she did with Armin. Not only that, this enables her to become a better soldier as well. While the Mikasa of the first few chapters was willing to disobey orders if that meant being close to Eren, she starts trusting the leadership of Levi, whom she resented, and entrusts Eren to Armin in the Battle of Shiganshina. She understands that she has a role to play as a soldier and that Eren can take care of himself either alone or with the help of other people, without her being near. This results in a huge victory in Shiganshina.

Of course, that doesn’t mean that she has changed completely. Mikasa still refused to obey Levi’s orders and attacked him when he tried to revive Erwin instead of Armin, Despite all, her feelings for the people who are closer to her, Eren and Armin are still too strong sometimes and overpower her better judgement. However, it was at this point exactly, that Mikasa received her second warning. She has to keep moving forward with the knowledge that all the people she knows will eventually die. And she did. Mikasa did give up in the end during the Serumbowl. She has matured.

Unfortunately, Mikasa’s love for Eren is still hindering her. Even now, after all that, Mikasa’s sole dream is living with him forever. She is in love with him, even though he has commited horrible crimes that go against her values. Her introverted, shy nature plus her fear of losing him do not allow her to express her true feelings, but she does have them.

And here comes Mikasa’s greatest flaw. Despite all of her development, she still thinks that without Eren she is lost. She has no goal left. She never learned how to live as an individual and as an independent person. That’s why she believes his lies so easily. She doesn’t recognize her sense of self without him. She still ties her identity to Eren. She has all of the foundations for living as a complete and healthy human being, but her inability to separate herself from Eren is destroying her and clouding her judgement. That’s why she asks Armin what to do in chapter 125, that’s why she tries to stop Pieck from killing Eren in chapter 135, that’s why she says she won’t kill him. And most importantly for her, that’s why she couldn’t admit that she is in love with him in chapter 123. Mikasa simply cannot handle rejection from Eren. She can’t think of a future for her without him by her side. She almost reconsiles herself to loving him from afar.

It is very evident and telling from her reaction to Louise and her first talk to Annie that Mikasa is actually ashamed for prioritizing Eren over anything else and simply following his footsteps. In reality, Mikasa doesn’t want that. She wants to be her own person. She wants to be Eren’s equal, not his follower. That’s why she doesn’t wear the scarf anymore.

Well all these need to and will change. Mikasa has to put her feelings aside one more time and act as a soldier and finish off the threat to humanity. She needs to stop tying so much of herself to Eren and realize for good that she can live without him, despite wanting to be by his side forever. And in order to do all that, she has to stop lying to herself for good. She has to admit her feelings, her true feelings not solely to her, but to him as well. And judging by her own regrets, she will.

Mikasa’s character arc has her going from a happy, naive little girl, to a broken,  gloomy, stoic person who only cares about a couple of people to a proper soldier who cares and fights for the entire world, friends and foes included. She opens up, makes friendships, develops a more pacifistic worldview compared to her survival mindset of old. But most importantly, she will become a normal, functioning human being.

Nature of the conflict

Moving on from Mikasa’s characters arc, i believe that the nature of the conflict of the series in and of itself points out towars Mikasa killing Eren. The first and primary conflict in the series is the fight between Humans and Titans. The world has expanded since the first chapter. The series has become more complex. And yet, in the final battle we see some people fighting to protect humanity from the hordes of titans that want to trample the remaining human race outside the walls of Paradis.

In this exact setting we have the Survey Corps, the group of people that from day one fights for humanity’s survival and liberation from the terror of the titans fughting against the biggest symbol of oppression and enslavement in the entire series. The Wall Titans.

The Scouts dreamt of an idealized world when fighting against the titans. And still, even after this world was revealed to be quiet different than they imagined, more disappointing, they still don’t give up. Because they understand that the world is a cruel place, but it also very beautiful. The person who best represents this theme in the series is none other than Mikasa Ackerman. And she is fighting for the Scouting Legion against the person who showed her both sides of the world in the same day. That person has renounced all the beauty in this world and focused only on the ugly side. And he fights for the Titans.

In a series about humans fighting against titans, Mikasa is a character associated with human strength. 

While Mikasa (and the Survey Corps in general) is associated with human strength, Eren on the other hand has been constantly referred to as a monster. A devil. Something inhuman. Now of course, technically speaking Mikasa is also part titan and Eren is also part human, however this symbolism still exists.

Judging by the narrative and the themes of the series, an Eren victory is downright impossible. It just doesn’t fit for the titans to defeat humanity. The story has put so much emphasis on the creation of a better world, free of curses and hate. Eren, being the physical manifestation of both can’t win. He has to die. And in such a story, is there a better way to topple the biggest titan of all time, using the trademark weapon of humanity? That it the ODMG.

Foreshadowing

In this part, i will let the pictures do the talking. It is evident from all of them and from my previous analysis of Mikasa’s arc that a full blown conflict between her and Eren is bound to happen. And Mikasa killing Eren has been referenced way too many times for that to be a coincidence.

Every single time in this latest arc that Eren being killed is mentioned, Mikasa is at the forefront. Isayama focuses on her too much in these scenes. Considering the fact that now that Gabi has realized what the true nature of the titans is, the fact that they have wrapped the explosives around Eren’s neck, Armin going Colossal being foreshadowed over a billion times, Eren seems to be in huge danger. Killing the Source of the Titans would likely kill Eren, seeing as how he is nothing but a head without a body. And it doesn’t look like he can regenerate. Stopping the Colossals might only be possible by killing the centipede that is tied to Eren’s survival. And for all the reasons i have mentioned, i believe that Mikasa will be the one to kill it.

[revvethasmythh]

#what have i said 5k times about how veth doesn't know how to deal with her own shit and projects onto caleb instead yeah that#< op i think it bears repeating actually. go on. @casketears

Well, don't mind if I do! You'll have to forgive me some speculation here, though, because this is my brain child and I've thought about all of this quite a lot in the time since the campaign ended and it's become Quite A Lot:

It’s often presumed within fandom that Caleb is something of a Luc substitute for Veth, but I think it’s a much more accurate reading to say that Caleb is closer to a Yeza substitute than anything. Caleb and Nott don’t function as mother and child—they function as partners. Albeit this is a different dynamic that what Veth was used to in her marriage with Yeza. In that relationship, she was the unsure half who needed support and reassurance and leaned on Yeza for his strength, something that is seen and confirmed in her origins comic. Veth seems to require quite a bit of external assurance and even seems to want direct instruction sometimes—like when she asks if Caleb can just tell her what she should do, if she should go home and be a housewife again or keep on adventuring, and he has to say "I cannot, Nott."

Veth was quite comfortable with those aspects of her marriage originally, happy to let Yeza be more public facing and to instead take a backseat. Which is not surprising given how shy and anxious she was, not wanting much attention from others, particularly in a town where she had been relentlessly bullied. In the context of her home life and her history with bullying, it all makes a lot of sense, and I think deeply informs her inability to be open about her problems. She grew up feeling very much unwanted. I would go so far as to call that the core of her childhood trauma, feeling like no one cared what she did or what she said, because she was more a target than a person. She can't really deal with her shit, and leans on verbal assurances that she is wanted, never wanting to rock the boat or reach too far and end up back where she started. So, Veth is Yeza’s assistant, and he is her rock, and that works for them.

This is sort of flip-flopped in her relationship with Caleb. Veth does a lot of work to be the strong one, to show (as she tells Fjord and the others) that she is the protector in the relationship. The day she, Yeza, and Luc escaped from the goblins, she "put on her brave face" and rarely took it off again after that. That “brave face” is a mask, and it’s the closest she comes to being the person she used to be, so she wears it over her goblin skin just like her literal mask, which is a fragment of the porcelain doll she gave to Luc.

So, in this early campaign Caleb/Nott dynamic, I would speculate that she is taking on a more Yeza-like role in the relationship, and she may view Caleb as fulfilling this younger Veth role, someone who needs verbal assurance and staunch support, like what Yeza gave her in their early days. Which I think makes her projecting onto Caleb VERY easy to do. She’s sees herself in him and is trying to provide in some ways what she needs for herself, while also being extremely reluctant to actually seek out any of that comfort for herself (don't overreach, don't rock the boat, don't ask for something Caleb might not want to give and end up ruining everything).

So, the point is: In the early campaign, Caleb isn’t Luc. He’s Veth, and she’s trying to be his Yeza while also trying to figure out who she even is anymore. That’s why she projects onto him so much, why she tries to fix his problems in the ways she wants her problems fixed, or even in the way Yeza used to help and support her (which is not always how Caleb wants to be supported! It's an interesting and sticky aspect of their relationship).

I also should point out, this is somewhat less prevalent further into the campaign, when her relationship to Caleb gains a lot more distinction from her relationship with Yeza (something that naturally occurs when both of them are in her life at the same time). But there is at least one very notable moment where this does happen in the late campaign, which is Veth telling Caleb to “burn [his] past” in ep 126. She is giving Caleb the kind of advice he does not want nor need, but imo it’s what she wants to hear for herself. It’s no coincidence that this scene happens when Veth is arguably at her most conflicted about her desire to adventure and be with Caleb, someone she is feeling strong extra-marital feelings for, and her desire to go home and settle down to take care of Luc.* She is stretched most thin here and doubles back to this earlier dynamic. 

*See: Veth projecting onto Astrid also in this episode as an illustration of this conflict with this banger of a line: “Well, wouldn't you [have a breakdown], if you wanted to be with this amazing young man, and couldn't be because of circumstances tearing you apart?”

nott saying she's jealous of caleb's trauma because at least he has a clear path for justice or redemption or revenge against trent, because "maybe someday there will be an end to your suffering," which she clearly isn't convinced there will be for her right now, oooh that is a spicy character detail

[winter-fox-queen]

We All Deserve a Fairy Tale Chapter 5

Warnings:  Here be smut, my loves.  Minors be gone, because it is explicit.  First time writing smut, so I hope it works.

Frankie x female blank slate, use of first person.  I think there is cursing.

Frankie ghosts you, then something happens to change it…

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I waited a week.  A week and a half.  And I broke down, finally, and texted.

Got the edits back for my next book.  I hate this part.

After a moment, a reply.  You got this.

Hope?  Maybe?  Or was he just being nice?

I responded anyway.  

Maybe we can go out and see that movie tonight?  Have dinner?  A little fun before I chain myself to the computer?

No response.

I waited a day, but my stomach churned the whole time.

I texted again, after getting myself good and wound up.  You don’t owe me any explanations.  But please respect me enough not to ghost me.  You’re not interested in me, that’s fine.  But don’t leave me dangling.  You’re better than that.

I hit send, regretted it immediately.

Your right.  What’s your address?

“Shit.  Shit.  What have I done?”  I whispered as I typed it to him.  

About five away.  K?

Yeah.  Thanks.

I ran back inside the house and straightened myself up.  Military minutes must be shorter than civilian minutes because I heard him pull up sooner than I was ready.

I went outside, to the back yard.  I waved at him, half heartedly.  He shoved his hands in his pockets and came over.

“Hey.”  He gave me a soft smile.  Everything about him was guarded.  OK.  Well, I asked him to come over and officially tell me to take a hike, so, I guess I deserved it.

“Frankie, I…”

“No.  I, uh.”  He looked at the ground between our feet.  It was more dirt than grass.  “Man, you weren’t kidding about this place being a wasteland.”  

I laughed despite the rock in my gut.

He looked up at me, a little sideways.  “Let me say my piece and go, OK?”

I hugged myself, and nodded.

“I like you.”  He said so quietly that I had to lean closer to hear him.  “Like you more than I’ve liked anyone for a long time.  And I mean that.  But wanting you in my life doesn’t mean I get to.  I’ve killed — “

I started to object, say something about the army and of course he did and he did what he had to…

He saw it and said, firmly, “No.”

I closed my mouth and he nodded.  “No.  I’m talking about…less than a year ago.  Some friends and I went on a mission.  We said it was to help stop a major drug dealer but it was just…”  He’s breathing a little heavier, now.  Unable to look at me, rubbing the palms of his hands on his thighs.  

“People died.”  He looks at me, then, the anguish in his eyes, the guilt.  “My own fucking actions lead to one of my best friends getting killed.  If I hadn’t taken that shot.  If I hadn’t wrecked the fucking chopper…”  

He steps forward and takes my hands in his.  They’re clammy, shaking.  “The mail you saw, it was a reminder.  My friend’s widow, she’s angry and looking for answers and she doesn’t want any of us to be happy.  And she’s right.”  

I try to find words.  I feel like I’m in a cave in, trying to scramble over rocks and debris.  

“I don’t deserve to be happy, and I don’t deserve you.”  He touches my cheek for a second, a butterfly landing and running away.  “I’m gonna go now, I’m gonna block your number.”

He kisses me.  His lips are hot.  When he steps back, I say, “So you’re not going to give me a choice?”

“Why would you want one?”  His voice is incredulous.  There’s an echo, under his words, I can see it in his eyes, in the frustrated way he throws his hands out.  Why would you want me?

I shook my head.  “You say you like me, but you want to close yourself off?  Not give me a chance to get to know you, help you if I can?”

“It’s for the best.  You see that, right?”  There’s a desperate edge.  

I shake my head.  Everything that can possibly hurt does.  I’m supposed to be so good at words, and I can’t find the right ones, the ones to reel him back in.  

He adjusts his hat.  “No, you don’t.  I love your books, but they are fairy tales.  You can’t make a good man out of a monster.  It’s not how the world works.”

“You’re not a monster.”  

He’s all twitchiness now, looking at his truck, desperate to get out of this situation.  It makes me mad, how badly he wants to go.  How I know I can’t fix this.  “Don’t bother blocking my number.”  I say, as I turn on my heel.  “I won’t bother you again.”

He whispers my name and it is so pained that I almost turn around.  But I don’t.

***

I don’t block his number.  I can’t.  I focus on work.  My job that lets me eat work.  My book.   My hands shake on the keyboard, sometimes, as I try to make the story mine again.  It’s hard to write a love story, even one with murder and mystery, when your own heart is broken.

It was ridiculous.  I didn’t even know him that long,  but the loss of him hurt.  It made the story feel pointless.  What right did I have to sell these lies?  To make people believe in love and romance and happily ever after when you can meet someone so amazing and wonderful, and have to watch him walk away?

I kept working.  I’d get over it.  I had to.  It’s not like I’d built anything with him.  I was just aching for the possibilities — the things I tortured myself about.  The things I imagined I m might have lost, with Frankie.

And damn it, I missed him.

But life continues.  And sink faucets wear out, making you have to run to the local home improvement store, wandering the isles with an armload of new faucet, fittings, plumbers tape and everything else the YouTube videos I’d consulted said I would need.

The universe has decided that I have not suffered enough, because I can see him, Frankie Morales in the flesh, frowning at the back of a box like its his greatest enemy.  He was in the home security section.  

I could sneak by.  He was way too interested in what he was holding in those lovely, large hands of his.  I dashed by, head down, determined to just get past him, but some lady with a cart pushed past me at the same time, and my arm load of stuff got jostled.  I was able to save the most expensive bit — the faucet in its box, the long flexible connection thingies — but the plumbers tape, in its plastic hard shell donut jumped out, fell onto the floor, and rolled right over to a well worn work boot.  Spun like a top.  Settled right against his toe.  I looked up, too nervous to enjoy the view (much) and right into his eyes.  His lips were parted, like he was a little surprised to see me.  

“Hey.”  I said, and then, because I didn’t  know what else to do, I turned and fled back the way I came.  I knew where the plumbers tape was, I could just go get another…

“Hey.  Wait a second.”  

I stopped, took a breath, smiled like everything was perfectly normal.

He held up the white plastic Judas.  “Um…your faucet break?”  And then he winced.  “I mean, obviously.  Um.”  He placed the tape on top of my pile delicately.  He was holding a box in both hands tight enough to warp the cardboard.

“It’s old.  I thought I would try my hand at replacing it…can’t be that hard.”

“No, but plumbing can be really picky if you’ve never done it…”

“Don’t offer.”  I whisper it desperately, before I can even think about it.  I can tell he’s working himself up to it, and the thought of him in my house is like a punch ion the guts.

“It wouldn’t be a problem.”  His dark eyes study my face.  Sad.  A little desperate.  For a second I think, maybe he misses me, too.

“No.  I got it.”  I say softly, looking at the floor again.

“Do you still have my number?  If you change your mind?”

I nod at the container.  “Go back to your project, Frankie.  I can handle this on my own.”

Did you know, plumbing is an utter bitch?

Throw in some more curse words in the last sentence.  I certainly used every one I could.  

Two hours later, I get a text.  

Frankie:  How did it go?  

I want to sob.  Instead, I put myself together and write a fairly moderate response:

Me:  I have decided that I will now do my dishes in the bathroom sink.  Who needs a sink in the kitchen?  A total waste.  

Frankie:  The offer is still open?

Me:  How did you know?  Did you just look at me and think, she is too inept to be able to do this herself?

Frankie:  No.  I don’t think that at all.

Frankie:  Let me help?  Please?

Me:  Since you said please, I guess I can allow you to come rescue me.  

Frankie:  OMW.  

I looked at the time, and decided to order pizza.  It was only fair.

Twenty minutes later he’s under the sink.  “You did a good job.  I think maybe you just cross threaded it…”

“Oh, no…did I ruin the threads?”

“It’s probably OK.  I’ll just use a lot of tape…”

And he does some magical things with a wrench and the bright pink tape, which he wraps around the threads to make them more water tight.  I try not to admire his long legs or the rest of him, spread out on my kitchen floor, as he half lays in the bottom of the sink.

The doorbell rings, and I go pay for the pizza, and when I come back he’s turned on the water, and he’s kneeing in front of the open sink bottom, using a paper towel to see if he can find any leaks.

“It looks OK?”  I ask tentatively.

“Yep…you really did have it done mostly.  Just that one spot.”

“Thanks,” I say awkwardly.  “I bought us dinner?”

“You are awesome.”  He does a quick but of clean up so he can shut the sink doors and washes his hands in the newly repaired sink.  He tosses his hat onto the end of the island, and I want to run my fingers through his hair.  He does it for me, absentmindedly pushing the hair off his forehead.  

We sit on either side of my kitchen island, sharing pizza.  I don’t know what to say.  

“It’s a nice apartment.”  He said quietly, picking up another slice.

“It’s cheap, not far from my day job.  It works.”  I shove a hunk of crust in my mouth to stop myself from saying anything else.  I knew this would be bad.  Here he is, sitting a few  inches away.  I could touch him, but I’m not allowed.  It’s a rotten feeling, wanting something and not being allowed to have it.  To feel his fingers wrap around mine.  To have that easy, happy camaraderie again.

“What are you thinking?”  I ask, when the silence gets too much.

He shakes his head.  Wads up his napkin.  Puts his plate in the sink.  Locates the trash.  Such a good guest.  

“I shouldn’t have come.  But I wanted to see you.”  He said this quietly, as if he isn’t sure he should admit it.  

“Well, if you hadn’t, I’d still be under the sink wondering why the damned fittings are still leaking.”

He gives me a gentle smile.  “You would have been ok.”  

“Lucky I didn’t block your number, huh?”

He smiles and kneels down, picking up tools and putting them back in the box.  Sorting his from mine.

“It was nice of you to come help me?  I might be a bit snarky, but I really am grateful for the help.”

“I was happy to.  Where do you keep these?”  I took my tools off him, put them and the plumber’s tape in my tool drawer.  

“But why?  Why were you happy to help?  Why did you want to see me?  You couldn’t leave here quickly enough the other day…” I smile to take the sting out.  “Not that I blame you, the yard is a hot mess.”

He touches my face gently.  “Hush.”  I stop my babbling, lean into his touch.  

“You asked me a question, awhile back.”  I muzzle his hand.  “I never got to answer it.”

“What was that?”  

“You asked me if I wanted you.  And I do.  Very much.”

He made a huffing sound, as if he had been gut punched, and then, slowly, slowly, leaned in and kissed me.  “I miss you,”. He whispers between kisses, his hands framing my face like I’m a delicate thing.  “I miss you when I wake up.  I miss you when I lay down to sleep.  I miss you when I’m driving.”  And each sentence he punctuates, gently, with a kiss, to my forehead, to my nose, to my mouth.  “I barely know you, but you are already woven into my thoughts…”

I’m holding him tight, kissing him back.  I bump my nose against his, sweetly, and I saw, “Then why?  Why stay away?”

He pulls back as far as I’ll let him, sits down again.  I see the ghosts in his eyes again, and I remember the lyrics from a song I used to love, “There’s ghosts in your eyes, they cry when you smile…”

“I shouldn’t have come…I’m a train wreck waiting to happen.”

“No, not if you’re just going to push me away again.  That’s cruel.  I never thought you’d be cruel, Francisco Morales.”

He winces like I punched him.  

“If it’s too soon to tell me, that’s fine.  Just push it aside until you trust me.  Or until it matters.  I don’t care about your past, what you’ve done.  I know you well enough to know you did what you had to do at the time.”  I give in to the longing to touch him, I run my fingers lightly through the curls at his temple before letting my hand drop.  He’s watching me like a landmine he’s stepped on.  His fingers ghost over my hips.  Grip them gently.  Pulls me between his thighs.  Now it’s my turn to be wary, as he pulls me close.  His dark, liquid eyes study my face, I can almost hear him weighing and sorting.  Lay your secrets on me, beautiful man.  I want to tell him.  But I wait.  I wait until his large hands encompass me, run over my waist, the softness over my ribs, glide up the sides of my breasts so softly I am not even sure he touched me, to cup my face.

 “I want to be who you think I am,” he says, and I smile gently.

A decision is made, in those fathomless eyes.  And he leans close, and he kisses me again.  The last kisses were loving.  This kiss is passionate.  Deep. So full of longing I could cry.  I let my lips part and his tongue traces, licks inside.  I make a little sound and grab his wrists, pushing them aside so I can wrap my arms around him, if I could meld myself to him, I would have then, melted inside of him like gold, fixing his cracks.

He stands, the stool scraping against the floor.  The sound is jarring, lifts me out of the lust sodden moment.  “If you want me, baby, you have me,” he says in that rough honey voice of him.  “Show me the way.”  

I take one of his hands in both of mine, I kiss each knuckle.  I’d been playing with the idea, and now here I was.  I could still say no.  I could slow things down, I could be sensible.  

But I’d never wanted anything so deeply, so profoundly, as I wanted him.  Every time I touched his skin, I felt like something lost had been returned to me.

I smiled a little at him, and backed away, pulling him with me.  “This way, sweetheart.”

His lips are on mine the second we cross into my bedroom.  Once Frankie Morales makes a decision, he is all in.  His hand cups the back of my head, holding me so he can kiss me, his tounge sliding against mine as his other hand slips under my shirt.  I pull back and tug at his shirt.  “Off.”  I command, and he grins and sheds it.   My shirt and my bra join it on the floor.  I press my breasts to the warm smoothness of his chest.  I run my hands over his ribs, his stomach, as his mouth claims mine again.  His skin is soft and warm, strong muscles flexing under my hands.  I kiss along his jawline, I lick and kiss the constellation of freckles on the side of his neck.  He moans softly in approval as I nip and kiss my way to his shoulder.

His own hands slip up to my breasts, weighing them in his hands, squeezing gently. He runs his thumb over one nipple, then bends to lick the other into his mouth, sucking gently, his tounge flicking at the hard peak.  His freehand is splayed against the small of my back, holding me in place.  Pleasure shoots through me, and all I can do is cling to him.  He lets me go and pushes me gently.  I fall back onto my bed, tearing at the button on my pants, needing to get everything off, needing to feel his skin, his warmth, his strength and softness.

“Condoms?”  He asks, one knee on the bed.  “I didn’t think…”

I shook my head.  “I’m on the pill?”

His eyes darken further, and he asks, “Are you sure?”

I nod and hold out my arms, and he gives me the sweetest smile.  He stands up again and undoes his pants, sliding them off, and he’s naked and beautiful and I just want him wrapped around me.  He slips into my arms and kisses me again, his arms holding him over me.  He gives me a little of his weight, grounding me.  It feels so good, skin sliding against skin, warmth against warmth,

His slips a hand between us, and I clench at the thought of him touching me just as he slides two thick fingers between my folds, rubbing my clit gently, exploring me.  “So wet.”  He whispers, kissing my temple.  “So soft.”  He kisses the tip of my nose.  “So hot.”  And his takes my lips again, his fingers rubbing my clit, making me shake with building pleasure.  “I want to taste you, sweetheart.  I want to make you come on my tounge…can I, baby?”

I nod.  I don’t know who can resist that voice, rough with lust and promise?  He kisses his way down and I spread my legs wider, and he gently licks — a test lick, from my entrance to my clit.  He licks my clit, hard, with short licks before drawing me into his mouth and sucking me.  He is fervent, as he works, and I can’t think about anything but the heat of his mouth.  As the pressure and pleasure builds, I’m making the most needy sounds, unable to control myself.  His slips one finger in, then a second, exploring, touching, then another, stretching and reaching for that spot.  The rippling explosion leaves me shamelessly arching into his mouth, crying out his name like a prayer.  

“That’s it, baby,” he praises, kissing the inside of my thigh, rubbing his beard against the soft skin.  

He comes up to kneel between by thighs.  His eyes meet mine as I struggle to compose myself, and his hand gently comes up to very gently lay across my throat, his thumb tracing my chin.  

“Are you sure?  Where do you want me to come?”

I nod frantically. “Please, baby, I want you.  Inside me, please…”

His hand slips away from my throat to rest on the bed above my shoulder, and I miss the warmth of it as he gently strokes my skin, settling his hand on my thigh.  He takes his cock into his hand, stroking it before rubbing it against my clit, causing me to whimper.  He runs the head of it up and down a few times, his eyes slipped closed, his jaw going slack, that lush lower lip parting.  I wish I had a picture…he was beautiful.  Skin made gold by the fading light, thighs splayed under mine.  I felt the head of his cock in my entrance, and he pressed in, a slow hot stretch until he was sheathed completely.  

“Oh, fuck.”   He whispered.  “You feel so good.  So fucking good.”

He lowered himself back on top of me.  “You feel so huge inside me, baby,” I whisper in his ear.    “You feel like heaven.  Please…fuck me, honey.  Please…” And he started moving, slow at first, the changing the angle and speeding up.  With every thrust he pressed against something that felt so good…I was seeing the proverbial stars as he gasped in my ear, making soft sounds of pleasure every time he slammed home.  I nipped at his shoulder, and he was looking down at me, dark eyes studying me.  

“Frankie, I…I can’t think, I don’t know what to do…”  

“Don’t think.  Just let me take care of you.  It’s all I want to do…”  He captures my mouth in a sloppy kiss.  “Just let go.”

And I do.  I cry out his name as he continues to move, the friction making my high last.  He speeds up, and I cup his face in shaking hands.

“You’re so beautiful.  I want to feel you come, Frankie, honey, come for me.”

He moved to kiss the palm of my hand, then his eyes squeeze shut as he finds his own release.  I can feel it, spilling hot inside of me.  I welcome him as he lowers himself down completely, unable to stay up on his forearms any longer.  He tried to shift off, but I cling to him.  I welcome his weight.  His strength.  

I don’t want to let go.  I never want to let him go.

[misterewrites]

Intro to Caitlyn 101 (Mirror’s Edge)

Summary:  Caitlyn is a thief looking for the next big score. Used to taking wristwatches and wallets from rich folk, she's aiming to take down bigger game as she discovers the hidden magical world within her hometown. Her first mark is an unassuming shopkeeper and his collect of ancient relics. All set with a plan, Caitlyn makes her move. Though plans rarely go off without a hitch.

Hello everyone! E here, hoping you are all well and staying safe. So the next chapter of my little side project is here! Honestly wasn't planning on getting back to this so soon but I was having fun worldbuilding and character creating and here we are. You can blame my friend @hains-mae for enabling me.

Right so the next thing I write will probably be the part two to this then the next chapter of the Underground. Umm that's really it for me so have a great week, be safe, wear your mask, take care of yourself and your loved ones. Please feel free to reblog, share, leave kudos or leave comments with things you liked or feedback if you read it on a03. I promised I'd try to promote myself more and it feels weird haha.

E is out, have a great one everyone! and here’s the link to the doobly do 

---> https://archiveofourown.org/works/30599756/chapters/76014323

There was an arrogance that seemed deeply etched into every aspect of the magical world. She stood among valuable, ancient relics from throughout human history: Vases from Greece lined the shelf above her. A row of Roman gladius blades in various states of decay with only a flimsy glass case between them and Caitlyn’s pocket. Tarnished Victorian era slivered lockets left about like loose change.

Millions dollars worth of the past and she, a stranger, was left unattended with it all.

Technically she wasn’t supposed to be in here with the locked door and close sign but the fact in the 5 minutes it took her to pick the lock and scout the first floor without a single soul attempting to stop her really was a testimony to the haughtiness of the ‘shopkeeper’.

It had been only few months since she saw past the false reality that was superimposed onto hers and she was still readjusting: Magic was real. Elves, dwarves, little halfing folk? Real. People shooting bolts of lightning and flames while riding storm clouds? Real. The guy who kept awkwardly hitting on her every time she tried to get a hotdog from the cart at the corner? Just a regular creep BUT could’ve been magical.

Even their currency was a show of their excessive wealth: Sliver, gold, platinum coins Actual platinum traded away like it was nothing! People starving and helpless on the streets and these bastards just walked with some of the rarest metal on the planet in their pockets like chump change.

Anger bubbled within her stomach along with self righteousness and a bit of her breakfast but she took a deep calming breath, closing her bluish gray eyes. ‘Calm down Cait’ she scolded herself ‘This isn’t the first time you’ve seen excessive wealth squandered and wasted. You’re here for a job so do it and never come back.’

She glanced around the waiting room she found herself in. It was off to the side of the shopping front andthere were very few things of interest in the tiny room: Some old, tattered chairs that had seen better days. A very, very tacky abstract painting hung over a bricked up fireplace. There was a scattering of magazines older than her with loose stables and free roaming pages everywhere.

A place of show and very little use.

“Hello my angel.”

Caitlyn seized up. She had been so caught up in her rage she hadn’t been paying attention to anyone coming down the stairs. Three stories with a handful of people about and nary a sound could heard. Must be some sort of magic.

She shook herself out of her stupor, slowly exhaling to calm her nerves. She forced her lips to curve into the cutest, lost smile she could muster. She opened her purple jacket a bit further so the guy could get a clearer view of her tight white tank top and running shorts.

“Helpless. Remember you’re helpless.” She whispered to herself before whirling about, her long black hair with dyed purple coloring flowed behind her gracefully as if she was an actress in those stupid hair product commercials.

“Oh!” she spoke with mock surprise, scrunching her face cutely as possible “I’m so, so, so sorry! I’m lost and the door was open and sorry!”

She leaned forward, sheepishly scratching the back of her neck as she gave whoever it was a better view of her outfit.

Hook, line and sinker.

“No problem sweetie. No need to lie to me.”

Hook, line and sunk apparently.

She blinked, unsure if she heard what she thought she heard. She glanced up to find a strangely dressed man with the goofiest grin.

He was cute in a ‘I dress as an obscure, indie character for cosplay’kind of way: His messy, unkempt black hair sat under a black fedora. He wore a long black trench coat that had seen better days. At least he preferred more colors than black on black. His collared shirt was a nice baby blue with an equally nice light brown vest. Black dress pants because men’s fashion is incredibly boring and shiny loafers to completed the look. Whatever the look was.

She expected him to be taking a good look at her attire.

What she found was him staring at her.

His warm dark brown eyes were soft, gentle and he refused to break his gaze from her bluish grays even though there were more tempting sights on offer.

She was on the back foot. No wandering glances, no self pleasured smiles. Not even a creepy chuckle. Just a strangely dressed, inch shorter guy looking like he just found the love of his life in this moment.

“I…” she cleared her throat “Umm….did you hear me?”

He gave a quick nod “Yeah. You broke in and you were trying to cover your tracks.”

It wasn’t that he guessed correctly what was she up to that threw her off. It was how casually he said it. More discussing the weather than committing a felony.

She raised an eyebrow, not sure how to proceed from whatever this was. There were always some people who caught on about her intentions fairly quickly but no one had ever been so….indifferent about it.

“I don’t work here.” the man offered, slowly closing the distance between them but leaving the doorframe wide open “I really don’t care that you’re here to rob the place.”

This has to be a trap. This had to be. No one was ever this….laidback. Were the other goons on the side waiting to jump her when she bolted? Was she on camera and he was letting her go knowing full well he had all the evidence he needed to track her down?

Or maybe he really didn’t care. He seemed more interested in talking than stopping her and there was this strange presence about him. A calm she’d never felt before even when her parents were alive. It was odd and foreign to her but she felt safe. Protected.

She shook her head, slowly inching closer to the doorway. The man made no attempt stop her. He just stood there, smiling, hands in his pocket.

The rational part of her brain said to run. This whole thing was botched and it was better to cut her losses than find out first hand what magical creatures could do to her. The less rational side of her head told her to wait, to talk this guy. Lying was obviously pointless but she had a feeling he would answer any questions she’d had and she had plenty.

“So…” she rose a suspicious eyebrow “Not gonna stop me?”

He shook his head “I wish you’d stay but I understand if you don’t want to be found in Andor’s shop. He’s one of those new elves. Less honor more power.”

She blinked. He said elves right? Just threw it out there like it was an everyday matter of fact and not a deeply held secret of her hometown.

“Elves aren’t real.’ Caitlyn said matter of fact.

“We both know better than that.” The man gave a bright smile.

“What do you want?”

The words spilled out of her mouth despite her best attempts but this guy was throwing her off so badly she forgot how to function.

“Talk to you of course.”

The worst kind of people were the sincere ones. They were sappy and gooey. They just so happy it was sickening. They had to be up to something. They had to some scheme or scam or something they were waiting to drop on you. No one was that happy, that purely honest. They were the liars who were so good they convinced themselves they were good people. No one was good and everyone had a dark corner in their soul they hid from the world.

Caitlyn knew she had plenty in whatever was left of her ratty soul.

“And if we talk? Will you let me go?”

The man nodded as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Caitlyn licked her lips anxiously “Promise?”

Promise? What was she 12? No one kept their promises. Not even her.

He placed his hand over his heart “Cross my heart.”

“Let’s talk,”

He jerked his head towards the door “Outside. Don’t want you to ruin your heist.”

-----

Today was not going how she was expecting. She was thought she was going to break into an elf ran front, scout the area and come back in the middle of the night. She hadn’t been expecting to have coffee and bread with a random stranger on the street.

Well she had coffee, mystery man opted for hot chocolate.

They stood in a strangely comfortable silence a block from Andor’s. The man offered to pay for whatever she wanted and she took him up on it. Couple of baked goods, a sandwich for lunch, some water and of course her cup of wake up juice. If he was mad at her for her splurging at his expense, he hid it well. He just took his coco and some fancy elvish bread. Looked good but Caitlyn wasn’t up for trying other beings food. She didn’t know how it would sit with her stomach.

The elf who ran the cart, a few months ago human to her, waved goodbye to the pair as he counted the human cash the man gave him.

The trench coat cosplay stood patiently, sipping his drink and waited for her to break the silence.

She refused to break the silence first. Not wanting to sound too eager. Eagerness was a weakness and this guy was already throwing her off her rhythm.

“I’m Finnrick by the way.”

She turned to him, unsure if he was messing with her or not.

He gave her the same goofy smile “Finnrick Drift, private investigator.”

“Ah huh.” She nodded slowly “So you’re a magical P.I.? Like elves cheating on their wives, dwarves dodging their taxes P.I.?”

“Sometimes.” He shrugged his shoulders “Ironically elves like dodging on their taxes more than dwarves.”

“Right.”

“You’re new to the whole other side of Newton Haven huh?”

She glanced at her coffee “Lived here my whole life. Really makes me wonder if I lost my mind.”

“Don’t worry, we’re all mad here Alice.”

Why was she talking to him? Why was she being honest? This was weirder and getting weirder every passing second.

Finnrick changed subject “So, robbing Andor? Any particular loot you are after?”

Caitlyn narrowed her eyes “Trying to fish something out of me Finny?”

“Guilty as charged” He beamed with pure happiness “Don’t want you wasting your time on shiny trinkets he cares nothing about.”

Caitlyn remained silent. She wasn’t used to such transparency. Normally this would be the point where the guy would lie or pretend to not have heard or awkwardly switch the subject but Finnrick answered openly and honestly. So far.

“So” Caitlyn straightened up, pulling her jacket wide open “What do you think? Great outfit right?”

Finnrick turned to her with a grin, his cheeks turning a pinkish hue as his eyes locked onto hers “Your body is absolutely lovely but your eyes even more so.”

Caitlyn could feel the flush coming. She coughed loudly, focusing on her drink as she willed the embarrassment away.

Finnrick chuckled lightly but returned to his drink. The silence returned, still comfortable as before.

This is was bad whatever this was. She needed to regain some level of control and stop acting like a teenage girl on her first garbage fire of a date.

“So” she cleared her throat “Mister P.I. what would you recommend taking if not all those millions of dollars of historical items he leaves about?”

Finnrick crushed the foam cup effortlessly as he gestured to the third floor of the shop “His office has a pretty simple safe. He keeps loads of paperwork. His various contracts, accounts, treasure hoards”

Caitlyn scoffed in disbelief even though her eyes shone with excitement “Treasure hoards? Elves? I thought dragons were the hoarders. Weren’t elves supposed to be above all that lovely corruption?”

“No one is above corruption.’ Finnrick answered “Elves are just like everyone else.”

Caitlyn crossed her arms and leaned back with a cocky swagger “And why, pray tell, would I care about boring paperwork?”

“Because it really hurt him in the pride.”

Damn Finnrick was good. Not only she was eager to learn more, she could already feel the smug satisfaction of bringing a powerful prick down a peg fill her cause.

Finnrick seemed to notice this because he went on “Andor is a young elf. 100 years give or take.”

“A hundred years is young?”

“When you live a thousand years every other race is a child to you. Andor’s old man is a swell guy. He’s one of those good elves you see in Tolkien.”

“Tolkien?” Caitlyn furrowed her brow “He wrote the books that those Lord of the Rings films are based on right?”

“Yeah actually.”

“Oh and the Hob…”

“We don’t talk about that.” Finnrick quickly added “But see the problem is Andor’s old man doesn’t know his son has become the small time crime lord. Thinks he’s running an antique business selling off old junk that was gathering dust in the family’s attic.”

Something clicked into place for Caitlyn “Wait. Junk from the attic? You mean all those relics on the shop floor?! THAT’S OLD JUNK!?”

Finnrick gave a casual shrug “Elves are weird. Andor don’t know shit about selling, all his money comes from his illegal business practices. That’s how he keeps the shop afloat.”

“I see” Caitlyn spoke, her bluish grays sparkling with mischievous intent “If those records disappeared, his shop sinks and he has to run back home to daddy.”

“And out of the city” Finnrick finished with a smile “And those records are pretty valuable to loads of people. Easier to fence and less messy to explain than a long lost Greek vase showing up in someone’s private collection. You’d get good prices for those hoard locations alone. Better than trying to carry tons of stolen and lost treasure back to your house.”

Caitlyn eyed Finnrick carefully “And you’re doing this out of the kindness of your heart? Trying to do your ‘civic’ duty to our fair city?”

“Among other things” Finnrick admitted “But mostly for the greater good.”

“Pfft, greater good? Yeah sure buddy. Like you know what’s the greater good.”

“Will you do it?”

Caitlyn paused, allowing all this information sink in. It was much better than she had planned and while she wasn’t sure of Finnrick’s angle, he seemed honest enough. Of course everyone seems honest enough the first time you meet them.

“Let’s say I do” she spoke, placing her hands on her hips to play the part “What’s in it for you?”

“A favor” He replied simply.

She rose a curious eyebrow “A favor? It’s not date with me, is it?”

“No, I plan to earn that one myself.” Finnrick answered cheerfully.

Caitlyn coughed “Fine, good. Not a date. Least you’re not a creep. But a favor is pretty vague.”

“It’ll be simple I promise.”

Caitlyn narrowed her gaze suspiciously “You promise?”

Finnrick put his hand over his heart again “Cross my heart.”

Caitlyn took a moment, weighing the pros and cons of the situation.

Caitlyn offered her hand towards the trench coat cosplayer “You got yourself a deal.”

He gently took her hand in his own and gave it a firm shake. She was surprised when, as he pulled back, she felt a strange metallic item left behind.

She looked at the crystal butterfly hair clip he placed in her hand: It was a beautiful with sliver hues and multi-colored shards of glass across its wings.

“What’s this?”

“A gift.”

Caitlyn felt uneasy with the ornament in her palm: It felt cold and distant like it was feeling her out and wasn’t liking what it found.

“It’s attuning to you.” Finnrick explained “It’s syncing up to your whole aura.”

“Aura?” Caitlyn shot him a glare of disbelief “This isn’t one of those new age hippie things is it?”

Finnrick shook his head “It’s a magical item. Yours specifically. Everything alive has a deep and very convoluted to explain connection to this plane. The hairclip is trying to match yours so you and only you can use it.”

“It feels wrong.”

“Because it doesn’t know you yet. It will.”

Caitlyn felt unease about whatever this was. Part of her wanted to toss it as far as she could. The worst part was she felt the item probing at her, changing temperatures as if trying find a comfortable setting for both of them. Burning one moment and too cold the next. This was magic and it made her felt like she knew nothing.

But part of her felt it slowly and subtly trying to match her, focusing on her and on her place in the universe. It felt more natural each passing moment and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t curious what mister detective over here was letting her borrow.

Caitlyn blew a strand of hair out of her face “How long does this usually take?”

“An hour.” Finnrick reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone “Oh shoot I have a meeting to get to.”

He turned to leave and suddenly Caitlyn felt alone. Awkward just standing in the street without someone to talk to.

“Wait!” She reached for him but quickly pulled back when he faced her “….any advice?”

Finnrick scratched his chin for a moment “Red tiles. Avoid them or they’ll blast you off the roof.”

“G-gotcha.” Caitlyn didn’t want to know what blast off the roof was code for “A-and the hairclip? What’s it do?”

Finnrick gave a cheeky grin and Caitlyn could feel her face flush “I guess you’ll have to find out angel. Bye for now. May we meet again soon.”

And like that, he was off. Strolling down the straight with a bounce in his step and humming a tune.

Caitlyn glanced at the ornate hairclip in her hand.

Turns out there was a lot more to this magical world than she thought.

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Rallentando

Summary: Alcina recalls a time when she had been an esteemed opera star. She visits the old theater for nostalgia’s sake.

CW: Sexual harassment (It is conveyed as a bad thing)

Her voice is different now, mightier and with a natural boom. She can’t remember the last time that she has sung even a single note and only has a vague recollection of how it had felt. Decades have washed away the details but she knows that it had made her happy at one point or another.

She remembers pretty dresses and opulent theaters with golden balconies and plush seating. Adoring crowds and dainty applause. She remembers looking down from the stage upon their faces, a spotlight haloing her body.

She had always had a strong voice, the ability to project, to throw her voice across the theater with little assistance from the microphone. And once upon a time she was renowned, admired, envied. Once upon a time she had a dream. A dream dashed by a feeling of inadequacy that she couldn’t quite shake.

There were others like her. Others who could hit more impressive notes, others that had better stage presence. Others who could hit a high note and then a low one at a startlingly rapid rate. Others with naturally one of a kind voices. Others who had made distinguished names for themselves. Perhaps it would have done her well to realize that her ability to project without a microphone was a talent in itself. Something distinct, something extraordinary. But, by comparison to the other feats, that was nothing at all. She was just Alcina. Just Alcina Dimitrescu, the woman who hid behind a mask.

She still has it somewhere, an intricate golden thing with fleur de lis swirls and roses etched upon it. Framed by black spinal and conch shell fragments, it had been an eye catching thing, more so when caught glinting under a spotlight.

There was a comfort in hiding her face. A comfort in that no one would recognize her off stage and a bigger comfort in that they wouldn’t see the ugliness beneath. The best of the opera stars had faces as charming as their voices. She could  never say that she shared the trait. And so she let the mask provide the elegance that her own face lacked.

It never mattered when she was on the stage. There in the spotlight with her voice ringing out like an eruption, a flow of lava, staining that which it touched. There in the spotlight, for at least an hour or so, she could pretend like she had all of the confidence she craved. There in the spotlight she could pretend like she would have a legacy, that she would mean anything at all.

She had pretended until it had become truth. Soon Alcina Dimitrescu was a name among the renowned. Soon Alcina Dimitrescu had esteem and prestige, an unshakable popularity.

And Alcina Dimitrescu had, for a time--a mournfully short time--felt confident, elegant, beautiful. Enough so to set the mask aside. And that had been her rueful mistake.

There was still a part of her, a little itch, that had insisted that the face beneath the mask would ruin her in its homeliness. That little itch was just furious enough to ignore the possibility that a gorgeous face could bring her to ruin.

She remembers why she left the opera. She remembers leering faces and groping men. Men who swore that she was a thing for them to have for the night, a thing that they were entitled to simply because they had showered her with generic compliments and words of affection.

She remembers thinking that their standards were woefully low. She remembers telling herself that she would have peace when a young and fresh face took to the stage. She remembers the day that her voice had died in her throat…

She knows that she had been heard. She had been yelling far louder than she had ever sung--perhaps an octave higher than her highest note--and with such desperation in her pleas. She is certain that they were music to the man’s ear. A solo performance, just for him. She likes to tell herself that she hadn’t been shouting as loudly as she could have been. That her thundering voice had betrayed her. But she knows her voice, knows the timbre of it. A woman known for vocal projection isn’t a woman who can go unheard. But apparently she can go ignored.

It is only by chance that the disgusting beast hadn’t defiled her completely. Only by chance that his doting wife called for him. Even so, her view of stardom had been tainted, her naivety shaken. She remembers burrowing deeper into her shawl as she emerged from the alley, thankful that she had come away with only bruised wrists and a knot on her back. 

His face was so stunning; she was lucky or so the other girls insisted--at least her assailant had been charming. Most ladies couldn’t say the same.

They would be the first to see her wrath after rebirth. She had a special place reserved for that handsome man and his suave, beloved voice. She has it still, his bones adorn her mantle and his head makes for the most delightful dining room centerpiece.

She strokes it every now and again, asking him if he still fancies her as much as he had that night. She finds herself relieved that her face had grown worn and weathered with age. Relieved that she has achieved immortality only after her youth had begun to wane. Though she supposes that, that no longer matters, she is untouchable. No longer small and fragile. Soft and easy to overpower. She has a prowess of her own and it isn’t the quality of her voice.

Alcina Dimitrescu is still a name for the history books but it is no longer associated with the grand history of opera. She thinks that bloodshed is a more brag-worthy legacy anyhow. Any fool can get on a stage and pomp themselves up. Few have the power to do what she can do.

And yet she find herself wandering back to the old theater, now a husk of what it once was. At one point so grand and imposing, it is extraordinarily smaller than she remembers. She can’t help but feel faint prickles of affection for the building that had shaped her confidence.

She ducks under the door, it is an extremely tight fit but once she is inside the place opens up. There place has a forlorn heir as though the final note belted out into the theater is still stubbornly hanging there, an echo of what it used to be. The balconies are crumbling, some have spat their railings onto the floor below while others rest at the foot of tattered stage curtains or in torn seats.

Alcina  wanders down the aisle and steps onto the stage. Her only spotlight comes from a hole in the ceiling. She tips her hat to keep it from beaming into her eyes. She stares out into the vacant viewing area and recalls a time when all of the seats had been filled. She remembers opulent rings glittering upon hands that tipped expensive wine into luxurious lips. She remembers glitter and glitz, hair curled and styled to perfection or slicked back elegantly.

She remembers how it felt to slide her hands down her waist as she slid through note after note. She hadn’t needed a microphone then and she doesn’t need one now as she throws her voice into the empty theater. Softly at first, as soft as she can manage. And then it comes out strong like the burst of a solar flare.

It is like old times. Old times amplified. And with no chatter to dilute her performance, she can hear every lyric, every annunciation that she makes. She hasn’t lost her touch. She could have been something special, something extraordinary--perhaps in another life.

As she remembers what she had been, what she could have been, she forgets who she is now. Somehow, for a moment, she forgets that she has outlasted most everyone else who used to frequent this place. That she is standing while they have fallen.

For a moment, she isn’t a lord. For a moment she is just Alcina Dimitrescu, a lonely, resentful opera star. For the first time in nearly a century, she feels small. She can’t quite explain why but she finds herself sinking to her knees. Her last notes taper off into sobs that are nearly as powerful as her singing.

She mourns the lyrical legacy of Alcina Dimitrescu. The theater weeps in harmony.

[crystal-moon-101]

Sentient Omega AU - Relationships

Since people seem to be liking my Sentient Omega AU, I thought I’d give you an insight of her relationships towards other characters other than Rex and Alpha, as I thought it would be interesting and give a feel what she would be like in the series. Thought before I go into it, I should note something to clear things up. I like to think that on the day of the nanite event, much like Rex, Omega also kind of gets amnesia. However, she remembers a little bit more than Rex does, things like knowing that they’re friends, that he does have family, that they use to be in a lab somewhere with other scientist, but she doesn’t know the finer details unfortunately. This still keeps the mystery of who Rex is and what happened during the nanite event. Also, during the series whenever they can across something from their past, Omega does actually get flashes of the past, only bits and pieces though, rebuilding her memories like a puzzle over the course of the series everytime they run into something familiar. E.g Rylander or the Hong Kong Gang.  Normally she would tell the others what she learnt, but there would be times where she keeps it to herself for sometimes, either because she wants more details in case she makes a miscall, or she fears it might harm the present, like Rex’s relationship with Caesar. But anyway, into the relationships! If you want to see another character dynamic with her and someone I didn’t mention, feel free to request that!  -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rylander: Omega has a lot of respect to the man, and even refers to him as father, mostly because he was the one leading the project of her creation, unlike Caesar who originally lead the Alpha project. His wise and kind personality helped teach her to understand the idea of what ‘gentle hands’ meant, especially early on in her life when she was getting use to being something alive. Much like Rex, he treated her differently than just another project, and even saw she was something more through the way she looked after Rex. When they meet again, you can imagine it was somewhat emotional for Omega, even if she couldn’t quite convey it. It was hard for her to see how broken Rylander seemed to become, always worried, on edge and failing to tell Rex or her anything, even if he was happy to see the two was ok. It hurt to see him ‘die’ after what happened to him and Van Kleiss, but she wasn’t one to dwell, instead taking on the things he taught her to keep going. When they meet again in season three, after he’s brought back, there’s a strange connection between them for a while given his new form was technology base, but they eventually get use to it.  Caesar Salazar: Their relationship is...quite complicated. Omega finds him to be a fascinating human being, being different from the people she’s known. But that detail about him can be hit or miss half the time, as while he’s intelligent, can do amazing things and is quite funny, he’s also distance, eerie and impulsive, often known to endanger people without realizing it until it’s too late. Many times she had to stop an emergency in his lab back before the nanite event, like if he almost set his lab on fire or something. She didn’t think much of it at first...until she started bonding with Rex. She doesn’t think Caesar is bad, but doesn’t excuse the danger he makes when not thinking of the consequences. It doesn’t help that he’s not easily sociable, and was known to neglect his brother because of his work. Omega does understand he can’t help some of his habits, but also knows he could be a lot better if he tried hard enough.  When they finally meet again in season 2, she is happy to see him, but returning memories reminded her of his negative traits, many which seemed to have stayed, and even gotten a little worse. It doesn’t help that Rex is dying to connect with his brother, which isn’t easy, and...she starts to remember that he and their parents were the ones to start the nanite event, something Omega doesn’t tell Rex until Van Kleiss admits to this. It isn’t until season 3 where things get pretty bad between them, as while she is unsure if Caesar is working with Black Knight because he’s turned evil or because of something else he has in mind, she can’t excuse the danger he’s doing and how he’s hurt Rex. She’s very much not afraid to speak her mind whenever Caesar does things she disproves of. Perhaps in someways, his ties to Alpha’s creation is a hidden reasons for her unsure nature with him too... Doctor Holiday: Omega and her have one of most civil relationships, as they both respect each other for what they’re trying to do, their motherly outlooks over Rex being something they bond over. It was somewhat surpising, as Rex thought Omega’s overprotective nature would get the better of her with Holiday, but Omega understands that while she may view Rex as her child, he does need an actual human to take on a proper motherly role, and has openingly voiced this to Holiday before.  While she doesn’t outright let Holiday experiment on her like a guinea pig, she does allow tests or research moments to help Holiday better understands Omega, nanites and Rex. The two have had debates about EVOs, has Omega has stated that in concept the idea of EVOs isn’t an entirely bad thing, thinking if they were more like Rex and his nanites, it could provide a great set in humans and connect both technology and people. Holiday does disagree with this, but the two are calm about these debates, Holiday very much understanding that Omega isn’t human, and does see things differently.  Agent Six: Despite Six’s moments, Omega has a lot of faith in the man actually, knowing very well he will take care of Rex. She had been unsure at first the moment Rex and Six first met, especially after what White Knight tried to pull, but after Six risked so much to keep Rex alive, something in Omega just knew she found a safe place for her boy, and someone able to provide so much more for Rex. Personally, the two don’t interact often, but when they do they have this aura of respect, but slight wariness of each other. However, some of that faith cracks a bit when his memories vanish, and he changes. She gets nerves that he will never be the man that protected Rex the way he did before, but Rex’s hope and Six’s wanting to be like his original self does restore some faith in Omega. She does keep an eye on him for a while though. Noah Nixon: She didn’t think much of him at first, believing him just to be a nice human who was willing to be Rex’s friend, which was good enough for her. However, after it was revealed that Noah was working for White Knight, it takes a good while for Omega to trust him again, even after Rex forgives him. She knows how much hard deal Rex has gone through in terms of his friendships and families, and it pains her everytime they get ruined by something. She does get over what Noah did eventually, but does make it clear to him he has a lot to make up for. But once they’re on better terms, she does tease him here and there. White Knight: Omega really doesn’t like White Knight for a good while. He’s nearly killed and hurt Rex many times, treats Rex quite awful, and the two clearly don’t trust each other, given she is a nanite part of what’s going on. Though, while the two might push each other’s buttons some time to time, they try and remind civil around each other...mostly because they know what the other can offer if they stay on their good sides. Omega knows it’s good for Rex, as this is his home and they need Providence’s help, and White knows that Omega is something valuable and could be a key to many answers. That doesn’t stop the occasional snarks or remarks thrown at each other.  But as Rex and White start to pack things over time, Omega does eventually grow to respect the man. By the time of season three, she really sees how much White has changed and grown, especially during the Alpha fight where he backed up Rex and Ben.  Van Kleiss: Much like Caesar, the two have a...complicated relationship. She knows that, in the past, while Van Kleiss wasn’t much of a socializing person, he wasn’t all that bad. He came off as off putting to others, but people were quite harsh on him, giving him a negative view on humanity. So when he turned out the way he did after the nanite event, latching onto the idea of EVOs and power because of how people treated him before, she can’t say that she’s surprised, and even pities him. She knows he could have been better, someone good, but things didn’t turn out that way. However, that does not mean she excuses all the cruel things he does, and will always be vocal about what he’s become. She does admit that, like him, she sees the ideas of EVOs being the next step in humanity, but both of them want to do it in other ways. Whenever they get the chance to talk to each other, it’s often them debating each other, mostly the future of Rex, EVOs and nanites, Van Kleiss even noting that once they figure out how to either destroy, remove or shut off nanites, the humans are mostly likely gonna do the same to her (Which she does admit deep down...does scare her, especially if it means Rex doesn’t need her anymore...). But she does often mention to him that just because the world was cruel to him, doesn’t mean he gets to be cruel back. Throughout each of the seasons, they dynamic will always be complicated.  Bobo Haha: Omega really wasn’t sure on how to feel about Bobo at the start, but had to get use to him when Rex started hanging out with him. She does get annoyed when he convince Rex to do something dumb or dangerous, and often tries to be the reasonable voice out of the three, but she does have a slight playful side that Bobo has a way of getting to show. Plus, she can’t lie that it’s nice to see Rex unwind and just...get to be a wild teen. Black Knight: A very frustrating relationship for her with this one. Because Black Knight is somewhat and EVO like Rex, she’s has this desire to be better than him, in terms of what they are. She wants the stronger powers, the better control over nanites, to be the EVO the world talks about. However, there’s a big problem there, in that while she has the potential to be better than Rex, she can’t for some reason. There is a reason she only showed her true powers once near the end, and that is because she can’t do them for long, and lack many of the powers Rex has. The most she can do is summon her powerful weapons, but they don’t last long. That’s when Omega comes into the picture, as Black Knight is convinced she is the missing piece needed to be better than Rex, the main difference between the to and why Black Knight can’t do what he does. Because of this, Black Knight is very open about the idea of taking Omega, often trying smooth talk and sometimes even bride or softly threaten Omega into joining her. She almost always uses her sickly sweet voice when talking to Omega, as if they were good old friends. However, Omega wants none of that and always rejects Black Knight, stating many times she doesn’t like her, doesn’t trust her, and knows she’s planning something bad. That doesn’t stop Black Knight though, who has made it clear that she will resort to darker means if things don’t go her way.  Ben Tennyson: Omega really didn’t have good opinions on the boy when he first showed up, fighting Rex, wreaking buildings and putting Six endanger. The way he behaved and acted, with so much power, it made her think he was nothing like a prideful childish teen who didn’t understand consequences.  But then he started helping, standing by Rex when it was clear of the dangers happening, what Alpha was doing. The fact Ben was willing to help a world that wasn’t his own, Omega had to admit it was noble of him. At the time Alpha’s presence was making her stressed, so she was glad that Ben was there to support both her and Rex during this troubling issue. She was most grateful for when he helped Rex when she was taken, going Upgrade to provide Rex the needed power he lost when Alpha took her. And since Ben helped the two reunite, she will forever be thankful for his help. Still, she does think he needs to calm himself of the cocky attitude, but she knows it’s not her place to speak. 

[anightflower]

Come and Find Me Chapter 4: The Andrew Curtis Case

Guys I am so sorry this took so long. On top of school kicking my ass, I had to rewrite and reedit this chapter several times until I got to one that I deemed worthy. I am going to try and post Chapter Five early for you guys if I can. 

Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Violence, Rape, Abuse

Masterlist 

Spencer glanced around the room at all the police officers assembled. He cleared his throat. 

“The Unsub is a white male in his late 20s to mid-30s. He is a man with an average build and a friendly face, someone who women would not pose as a threat.”

“Since there were no signs of forced entry, we believe he’s posing as someone who women would let into their house. Classic cases of this include maintenance men there to check up on things, someone who needs help after their car broke down, or a similar case like that.” Emily explained. “This is a man who fakes confidence, but in reality views himself as inadequate in some way, he knows he can’t fight off another man, so he chooses women who live alone and are essentially defenseless.” 

“Yet, he hates that they are successful enough to support themselves or that they have any sort of power.” Morgan chimed in.

“He clearly was cheated on or had some sort of marital issue that caused him to spiral into this spree. He is a sexual sadist projecting his partner onto the women he attacks, that’s why he chokes them, watching the life drain from their eyes sparks something in him and gives him a sense of power. That is also why he rapes his victims, he loves the idea that he is all powerful and they are helpless.” Hotch explained. 

Spencer swallowed, “Comparing his last four victims it seems his type is 20-30 year old females with (Y/C/H) and (Y/C/E).” 

Which coincidentally looks like the love of my life. Spencer thought, repressing a shudder.

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Spencer starred in shock at the scene around him. He was just finishing up the geographical profile, when they had received a call about yet another body. 

Her empty bulking eyes stared up at the ceiling, her body was beaten, cut, and bruised. 

“Strangulation marks on her neck, multiple stab wounds and injuries, this looks like our unsub.” Emily resisted the urge to shudder. 

“Man, whoever cheated on this guy, must have really broken him.” Morgan mused, looking around at the bloody scribblings on the wall. 

Spencer knew that if they tested the blood on the wall, it would match the victims. He looked at the frames on the wall, trying to ignore the blood that seemed to coat everything. The victim had her diploma hung up and multiple pictures of her smiling with family or friends. Spencer stared hard at the name on the diploma; Adria Winston.

It scared Spencer how easily he could see you in this woman’s place. Injured, dying, pleading for him, for anyone to save you-

“Reid. Reid, are you alright?” Morgan clapped a hand on Spencer's shoulder, drawing him back to the present. 

Spencer shook himself out of his dazed state. “Yeah, uh I just need to step out for a second.” He said, pushing past Morgan and making his way outside Adria’s house. He pulled out his phone and dialed your number, it was late, so you would most likely be asleep, but-

You picked up on the third ring. “Hi baby, are you alright?” Spencer bit back a smile at the sleepiness in your voice.

“Not really, but I just really needed to hear your voice. How is Ohio?” Spencer asked, trying to distract himself from what he just saw. You could tell, but you played along with it. 

“Not too bad, whoever designed the Google lounge has nothing on me.” You joked. 

“Well, we already knew that.” Spencer smiled. 

“Yeah, you wouldn’t believe some of the cool stuff I found, I’m telling you if the employees complain about these amazing comfy chairs I got for their break room, I am totally coming back and stealing all 22 of them for my apartment.” You said enthusiastically. “They're perfect for reading in Spence, I’m telling you, you would love them.” 

Spencer let out a little laugh, “I’m sure they are. We will have to see if we can find some, but I don’t think 22 will fit in either of our apartments.” 

“I suppose you’re right” You sighed dramatically, but then took a more serious tone of voice. “Are you alright baby?” 

Spencer’s chest tightened at your worried tone of voice. “There’s a sick selfish part of me that is so glad that you aren’t here (Y/N). All of these girls look so much like you-” Spencer paused, swallowing back tears. “I just am so glad you are safe, I don’t think I could focus as well on this case if I knew you could possibly be in danger.” 

“Aw Spencer, I am so sorry baby. You aren’t sick or selfish for wanting me to be safe, everyone focuses on the safety of those they love, it’s only human. I know you are going to catch this guy, you are the most brilliant man and agent I have ever met. Just don’t tell your team I said that, I don’t want a bad reputation before they even meet me.” You teased, trying to lighten his dark mood. 

Spencer let out a small laugh and sniffled. “Trust me the team is going to love you. We will have to figure out when you can meet them, but I definitely want to wait until things settle down a bit here.” 

There was silence on your end for a second. “Listen Spence, I can stay here a bit longer if it will help you focus, but when I come home I am taking self-defense classes and such. I want you to have a sane mind knowing that your girlfriend actually can handle herself. I honestly think it will help me keep sane too, after hearing everything about this case.” 

Spencer heart skipped a beat, as much as he wanted you safe and sound, he also needed to hold you in his arms to keep his sanity. But ultimately you were the one who should lead your life, not Spencer.  “I appreciate you considering me, but I want the ultimate decision to be made by you Princess, I trust your judgement and I don’t want you living your life based on my fear.” 

You breath caught in your throat at the sentiment. “I love you Spencer Reid.” 

Spencer could have sworn his heart stopped. The two of you hadn’t said I love you yet. Part of him wished it was in person, but just hearing you say it, meant the world to him. “I love you more (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

So help him god, Spencer would catch whoever this unsub was and put him away, so you could come home to a safer city. 

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“You know what strikes me as funny?” Emily asked, looking at the crime scene photos. 

The room was silent, waiting to hear what she had to say. 

“Each of these unsubs reported strange gifts and letters being sent to their home. The police had thought it was nothing, but now I am thinking that maybe this could be a connection. I mean think about it, didn’t you guys notice that each victim received a gift box wrapped the exact same way?” 

Morgan nodded. “Yeah they had the white box with the red bow-”

Spencer chimed in, “Red typically symbolizes love and infatuation, but in this case it was the unsub’s warning, red meant war or violence was about to come upon this victim.” 

“Reid and JJ I want you to talk to the officers and get the reports these women filed for harassment, I think we are missing a connection.” Hotch ordered. 

An hour or so later they had that connection.  

“All of the victims received their gifts from a delivery service called ‘Special Delivery.’” JJ explained to everyone. 

“Well it seems we have to pay them a visit.” Hotch said. 

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Special Delivery was a small Ma and Pa store, located just a couple blocks from Ava’s coffee shop. Spencer debated on stopping in to check in with her and maybe grab the team coffee. 

Spencer had quickly taken a liking to Ava, not only because he had called him your “sexy superhero boyfriend,” but because she was a reliable friend to you, one who always managed to bring a smile to your face. She reminded Spencer of a more wild Emily, in the best way possible.

Emily stopped outside the storefront window, glancing at the display of chocolates, gift baskets, and jewelry. “Why is it always the cute small places that get ruined? Can’t it be one of those big corporate offices that fuck over their employees instead?” 

Spencer huffed a laugh. 

As they entered the store, the bell let out a delicate twinkle. Causing a silver-streaked brunette to pop out from the back of the store. Her round face held a warm smile as she approached them. 

“Hello dears! What can I do for you?” She asked as she excitedly clasped her hands together.

“Hello Mrs. Ellison, my name is SSA Prentiss and this is Dr. Reid, we had a few questions for you.” Emily said gently, flashing her badge to the woman. 

The woman's smile dimmed a bit, “Oh, uh of course, is everything alright?” 

“Mrs. Ellison I am sure you’ve heard of the recent tragedies-” Emily began, 

“Oh yes, I’ve been keeping up with the news, it’s just dreadful that something so horrible could happen so close to home. You see these things in movies or in other places, but you just never expect them to happen right near you.” Mrs. Ellison said sorrowfully, wrapping her arms around herself. 

“Mrs. Ellison, I am afraid everyone of these victims received several deliveries from your shop. Each was wrapped exactly the same, white box, red bow, does this ring any bells for you?” Spencer asked, cutting to the chase. 

“Well dear, it is Valentine season, red, pink, and white are the typical go to colors.” She shrugged. 

“Do you have any regulars? He would have each gift he bought wrapped the exact same way? He would seem friendly, but would be on the quieter side?” Emily asked, attempting to prod the older woman’s memory. 

“I’m afraid none of that is ringing any bells dear, I am so sorry.” Mrs. Ellison said apologetically. 

“Do you have any other employees? Or do you run this place all by yourself?” Spencer asked. 

Mrs. Ellison, let out a small laugh, “Oh goodness me, no. I get so many orders, I could never do it by myself. I previously had three employees, Jess, Remy, and Andrew, but I had to fire Andrew when I found him stealing from our stock. It was a shame too, he was a hardworking boy, but I’m afraid he just fell apart after his wife left him.”

Emily and Spencer exchanged a quick glance. “Do you happen to know why his wife left him?” Spencer asked, his heart picking up speed. 

“Oh it's not my business to share-” Mrs. Ellison hesitated. 

“Please Mrs. Ellison, this could be crucial information.” Emily urged her. 

Mrs. Ellison let out a sigh. “That horrible girl cheated on him. I just couldn’t understand it either, Drew was such a doting gentleman to her, it simply didn’t make sense.” 

“Do you still have his contact information? His address?” 

“Why of course, but you couldn’t possibly think he has anything to do with this-” Mrs. Ellison began, making her way to behind the counter to grab a binder. She looked up worried when Spencer and Emily didn’t answer right away. “Do you?” She urged. 

“It’s quite possible he had nothing to do with it, we just need to follow through with every angle.” Emily quickly explained. 

“Of course.” Mrs. Ellison said, but her hands slightly shook as she opened up her binder to get Andrew’s address. 

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“Andrew Curtis, this is the FBI, open up.” Hotch hollered from outside the door. There was no response. Hotch looked to his team to make sure they were ready, then kicked in the door. 

As the team checked different rooms, several calls of “Clear!” echoed throughout the house. Curtis was not there. 

Morgan made his way to the basement and swallowed back a gag. “Hotch! You better come see this.” 

Guns at the ready, Spencer, Hotch, Rossi, and Emily, made their way down to Morgan. 

“What the hell.” Emily huffed as they all beheld the horrific sight before them. 

It was a girl, for sure. She had the same mutilated marks as far as they could tell, but her body was decently decayed. 

“He’s displaying her like a trophy.” Spencer observed. “He props her up naked and makes sure her wounds are fully on display to remind him what he did.”

“There’s more trophies over here.” Rossi said in disgust, gesturing to a shelf full of different valuables. 

“He’s sick.” Morgan hissed. 

“We need a med team down here to remove a body. As soon as it’s IDed we need to know and alert any next of kin.” Hotch ordered into his earpiece. 

Rossi put on a glove and began to go through the other trophies for evidence. “I’ll talk to the victims families and see if any of them recognize these items.” 

Morgan dialed up Garcia. 

“Speak and be heard, the all-knowing goddess listens.” 

“Hey baby girl, I need you to look up any missing person’s reports from around this area. The victim has (y/c/h) and (y/c/e). She fits our victimology to a t, but we need to figure out who she is.”

“I’m on it.” Garcia said. 

“And Garcia,” Hotch said, stopping her before she hung up. “I need you to find a license plate for Andrew Curtis. Also check to see if he rents or owns any other property, he’s currently not at his home and it is too close to other buildings for his victims to not be heard.” 

“You got it. Talk soon.” She said, hanging up. 

About half an hour later Garcia got back to them. “Curtis drives a 2003 silver sedan with the license plate 637-IRT. I also found that he rents a small storage unit that’s a 20 minute drive in a more secluded part of town. I am sending the address to you guys now.” 

“Thanks Garcia.” Hotch said. He turned to JJ “I need you to get an APB on Curtis. I want you to warn the public to keep an eye out for him.” 

JJ nodded and rushed off with her phone. Hotch looked to the rest of the team. “Everyone else, vests on, we are heading to that storage unit.”

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“Fuck Drew, what are we going to do?” The boy asked as he looked at the screen projecting a news report on Andrew Curtis.

“Well, it might be the end for me, little brother, but I have you as my legacy. They don’t have a clue that you are even involved, so I need you to get out of here.”

“No, no, no. I am not going to leave you!” The Boy cried, tears streaming down his face. 

Drew huffed a laugh. “Now, now, little bro. It isn’t the time for tears. I’ve taught you everything you need to know. You need to get your girl from that Doctor remember?”

“How am I supposed to do this without you?” The Boy asked, fear filled his voice. 

“Your time will come. You have to be a man about this. You have the skills now and you have our little videos to watch. Your own little tutorial to pluck that girl right out of Dr. Reid’s hands. You need to hide those and hide them well. Promise me you won’t fuck up your chance.” Drew growled. 

The Boy whimpered and Drew smacked him. “Promise me!” He yelled. 

“I promise.” The Boy sobbed, grabbing at his pained cheek.

Drew’s face softened and he gave the boy a smile. “Good, now get out of here legacy and make me proud. I expect to see you on the news someday.” He winked. “You remember our code right?” 

The boy nodded. 

“Then this isn’t the last time we will speak to each other. Now get the fuck out of here, I already fucked with the security footage, so they won’t even know you were here.” Drew explained, pushing the boy out towards the parking lot. 

The Boy’s heart broke as he rushed from his mentor, not only because he knew he would never be able to see Drew in person after this, but because he knew that he would never be able to ruin the 6th victim. The sixth whore that was tied up in the trunk of Drew’s car. 

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The girl sobs were muffled by her gag. Drew pulled on her hair harder as he dragged her to the storage unit. He knew he didn’t have much time left, so he might as well let every moment count huh?

The girl’s sobs turned into terrified screams as she beheld the bloodied storage room and the various knives and devices within it. 

“Shut up you stupid bitch.” He growled in her ear.

The girl whimpered something and Drew ripped away her gag. 

“Please.” She begged and Drew simply laughed as he lugged her limp body towards the table in the center of the room.

“Please, just let me go. I won’t tell anyone, I promise. I have a family who cares about me-” She pleaded. 

“Whores don’t have families. Whores have nothing. They just cheat and lie and move onto the next guy. Huh Madelyn?” He growled as he threw her up onto the table.

“My name isn’t Madelyn, please it’s Emily-” The girl sobbed.

“Enough of your lies Madelyn. You stupid slut. You couldn’t stay loyal could you?” Drew snarled, hitting the girl’s head hard against the table.

She sobbed harder. “My name is Emily, my name isn’t Madelyn, please it’s Emily.” She babbled.

“SHUT UP.” He said, hitting her again.

Suddenly a shout rose up from outside the storage unit door. “Andrew Curtis, this is the FBI, come out with your hands raised.” 

The smile that crept across Drew’s face was wicked. He grabbed a knife and pulled Emily against him. “Let’s have some fun, shall we?” He whispered in her ear. 

“Andrew Curtis, this is your last warning. We will come in armed and ready.” Hotch’s voice shouted again. 

Drew remained where he was, the sick smile on his face, as tears streamed down Emily’s face. 

When the door burst open and several agents poured in, he did not flinch or cower away. 

“Drop the weapon.” Hotch boomed, his voice echoing in the space.

“Now, now, now, where would the fun be in that?” Drew mocked. 

“Put down the weapon, Curtis and let the girl go.” Rossi ordered. 

Drew’s eyes looked past all of them and fell on Spencer, he bit back a smile.

“Come any closer and I’ll slice her throat.” Drew threatened, pressing the knife harder to Emily’s throat, a few drops of crimson blossomed and crept down her neck.

“If you don’t let Miss Bloise go, then we will be forced to take action Mr. Curtis.” Rossi explained.

Drew’s hand shook, god he wanted them to come at him, but then he thought of his mentee, how lost he would be without him. 

He lowered the knife and let the girl go. She ran towards one of the agents, tears mixing with the blood that ran down her neck. JJ wrapped an arm around the girl and guided her out. 

Morgan rushed to Curtis, pinning him down against the floor and putting cuffs around his wrists. 

Though they had caught him, Hotch felt uneasy. Curtis had given in too quickly. The greasy smile across Curtis’s face as Morgan led him away only heightened his suspicions. 

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The team sat outside the interrogation room, watching as Hotch tried to get a rise out of Andrew Curtis. He and JJ had gone in; Hotch to be the intimidator, JJ to be the trigger as she looked a bit similar to the victims. So far the man had just sat in the chair, his arms crossed, silent and smirking. It had been almost an hour and they had gotten nothing out of him.

Spencer felt as though Curtis could see him through the two-way mirror. 

“You know Agent,” Curtis began. “I know you’re trying to be the big bad wolf, but it’s not going to work, I’ve dealt with worse than you.”

Morgan looked about ready to kick in the door and beat the confession out of Andrew. 

“Send me in, I’ll get an answer out of him” Morgan growled, cracking his knuckles.

“Unfortunately, the confession won’t stand up in court if they found out you beat the shit out of Curtis to get it” Emily smirked, trying to lighten the mood.

“The Court doesn’t have to know” Morgan argued, making Emily scoff. 

“Focus kids.” Rossi ordered sternly, but Spencer could tell he was fighting back a small smile. 

Hotch and JJ came out of the room. Hotch looked to Spencer, his expression grim. “He wants to talk with you.”

Spencer looked at Hotch confused, “Why me?”

“He’s ‘fascinated by you’” Hotch explained. “I know it’s not ideal and you don’t have to go in their Reid, but-”

“But, we could get the confession out of him. We have the charges for Miss Bloise, but we want to pin him for the other girls he attacked. I understand and I will do it.” Spencer said. 

“I’ll stick with you Spence” JJ reassured, putting a hand on his arm. “You won’t be alone.”

Spencer nodded, sending a grateful look JJ’s way as they made their way into the interrogation room.

“Ah the elusive doctor. So glad you could join us.” Drew purred.

Spencer said nothing as he moved to sit down across from Curtis.

“-your wife left you Mr. Curtis, is that correct?” JJ asked.

“Please doll, a pretty thing like you can call me Drew” Drew said, looking JJ up and down. 

Spencer’s fists clenched in anger as he felt JJ tense next to him.

“The file says she left you after she cheated on you. Did you have medical issues Mr. Curtis?” Reid asked, drawing Curtis’s attention to him. “Did you struggle to please your own wife?”

Curtis growled. “That stupid whore has nothing to do with this.” 

“Ah so you couldn’t and when she left you for a man that could, you projected your anger for her onto these women. You were angry at them for being confident and independent, much like your wife who knew what she wanted.” Spencer said, sitting back in his chair with a faint smirk. 

“These women were nothing but whores, willing to let men in like me. They wanted someone so badly they let a stranger into their house.” Curtis hissed.

“Mr. Curtis, you were a delivery man. They didn’t let you in, you forced your way into their homes didn’t you?”

“If a man needs a glass of water, can’t he let himself in?” Curtis purred. “They turned their backs on a predator and got what was coming to them.” 

“Did you attack them in their homes?” JJ asked. 

“Only to make them quiet, couldn’t have the neighbors hear them scream.” Curtis laughed and Spencer resisted the urge to choke out the man across from him. 

They placed images of all of his supposed victim’s before him. “Do you recognize these women?” JJ asked, her voice harsh and cold. 

Curtis looked over all of them, silent for a couple minutes. Spencer’s patience thinned. “Well?” 

Curtis pointed to an image of Lila Jennings, the third victim of this case. “She screamed the loudest.” He pointed to another image. “She was a hot piece of ass, it was fun breaking her.” 

“Enough.” Spencer hissed. 

“In short Doctor, yes I do recognize these women. Every single one of them and no I do not regret a single one.”

Without saying another word, JJ and Spencer got up, taking the files with them. Curtis’s laughter rang out behind them as they shut the door.

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The Cycle of Hatred in Naruto fandom.

Ok, so I just wanted to write a little post on why this fandom (Naruto fandom that is) needs to chill and stop hating on each other so much. But first, let’s get clear in our minds that “Naruto” is a business franchise, and the goal of any business venture is to earn 💰. Earn money by evoking emotions in you. Now that this is clear, let’s move on. This will be a short (not rant) but rather advise to the various “camps” in this community.

1. To the remaining NaruSaku bunch:

Yes, I get it, you’re disappointed with the ending. Yes, you wanted Naruto with Sakura and apparently you cannot see how in the world NaruHina even happened. But if you took your bias out for a bit, you would see that pairing Naruto with Hinata was THE ONLY positive outcome for Naruto romance-wise. Or did you really want Naruto to end up with a “prize” that never even ONCE expressed her desire to be with him romantically in any way, shape or form. And don’t bring up the fake confession because this is all that is. FAKE. To save the love of her life from sinking into darkness. And how can you go around Hinata’s heartfelt confession during the Pein arc? So, please STOP insulting Hinata and her fans - let people enjoy the canon pairings that were planned from the beginning of serialisation of the project.

2. To the very vocal SNS community:

I’ll just keep it simple. If Masashi Kishimoto wanted this manga to be shonen-ai or yaoi, he would’ve acted on it. Editor or not, Kishi stands behind his story. He always has. And please don’t bring the supposed “homophobia” into this. Homophobia is a very serious rl issue that affects millions of people worldwide and you’re NOT helping the cause by insulting and hating on people enjoying the het canon pairings of Narutoverse. You do realize that your rants about it only trigger more hate towards yourselves and the cycle of hatred goes on. So we all end up bashing real living breathing humans “for the sake” of inked characters.. Let it sink in.

3. To the die hard SasuKarin minority:

Bruh.. There’s so much I’d like to bring up here but I’ll stick to basics. Firstly, your claim to be Sasuke fans is ridiculous because you seem to view him as a mindless, powerless beta male that was harassed by a woman SO HARD that he decided to give it to her.. really?! Is that who you think he is? Because that’s what you all seem to claim by saying that “Sakura chased after him”. You take that line from Gaiden and take it completely out of context. Do you know ANYTHING about Sasuke? Anything at all? If there’s anything manga taught us about his character is that Sasuke Uchiha acts as he pleases. He did so when he first left the village, he did so when he killed Orochimaru, he did so when he fought with Naruto, he did so when he willingly gave up his old worldview, and he did so when he married his wife. And you bring up “rape” into the matter. Seriously?! Do I need to bring up the sweaty t-shirts, licking somebody all over and ravaging them in their sleep? Do I? Thankfully, Karin redeemed herself by worrying about Sasuke’s wife well-being enough to deliver her baby and by thinking about HER happiness in Sasuke Shinden. She clearly cares about the Uchiha family wellbeing more than you do. She moved on!! So should you.

4. To NaruHina and SasuSaku respectively:

There is NO popularity contest. Man, I can’t believe we’ve got to this. There is absolutely NO popularity contest between Sakura and Hinata, neither there is for their romances. They’re different, just as the girls are different, and the boys are different. There is no such thing as a cookies cutter perfect romance. They’re written differently and I’m thankful to Kishimoto for that. I wouldn’t want every couples way to the altar copy-pasted. SS is angstier and more complicated. Their history is different. Yes. NH has been more subtle during the Shippuden but both pairings came together as was planned and we should feel proud and victorious that our ships made it to canon. But that’s too boring I guess. I guess tearing each other down is the new sport. So please tell me: what has Sakura ever done to Hinata except for being a good friend?! Same goes for Hinata. Can you put away your hate for Sakura/Hinata for one minute to appreciate the fact that the girls are ACTUALLY HAPPY! The way it was planned from the beginning. They’ve both suffered, ached and spilled tears for the men they love SO MUCH. And now they’re happy! Can’t we celebrate that?! This brings me to my next and final point.

5. To Sakura haters:

I’ll keep it brief. I honestly really truthfully DO NOT get WHY you hate on her so much.I REALLY DON’T.

5.1. For those of you who hate her for getting in the way of your ship, please see above. You really must either not have read the manga, or fanfiction.net is your source of truth. Hating her for being paired with Sasuke is same as hating Kishimoto for making Naruto a jinchuuriki because both canon facts were pre-planned by the author.

5.2. If you hate her for being mean to Naruto, then I suggest reading the manga past chapter 3 because this misconception gets debunked really quickly. You should stop refusing to accept the fact that Sakura really cares about Naruto as a friend and a precious teammate.

5.3. If you hate her for being “useless”, I don’t even know what to tell you because.. you know.. you don’t know the content of the manga called “Naruto” so why don’t you put away your bias for a minute and try to see what I see? All you have to do is clear your mind of all misconceptions and just read the manga with, you know, open mind?! To see how many lives she saved, how much of strength she has considering her humble beginnings, and how much valued she is in the village.

To the rest of Naruto fandom that gets swayed in every direction influenced by reviewers on social media, extremist shippers or even have trouble realizing that characters are fictional and nothing really happens to them unless it’s written into the canon verse by the author, I have one advice to you: please don’t let anyone’s opinions affect your judgement. YouTube reviewers are PAID to provoke and trigger you. They earn money by imposing THEIR ideas and theories onto YOU. Some of them bring their own life experiences into the discussion which only causes you to self-insert.

Naruto is an awesome manga! It deals with such important issues and carries such a positive message! Please, STOP ruining it by pointless wars that only fuel more hate!

Now. Going back to my first point about the money. Anime production studios have a huuuge interest in you staying glued to the screens. They’ll do anything to provoke you to talk about whatever happens on screen. They will bring their own bias into the mix, and fuel this madness even more. For the anime only fans I will say that you’re doing a huge disservice to yourself and to the work of art that “Naruto” is by only watching anime. It adds another layer of interpretation thus confusing you even more. Please, read the manga! It’s so worth it!