#but i'm glad that a lot of the reporters at least are writing things like this

[strwberri-milk]

Hi, good morning/ afternoon/ evening. I've probably read all of your work on LnD, and I love them all. If it's not too much, can I request like the boys getting a call/update from MC after a disastrous wanderer attack on the city after not being able to contact them?? If possible, established relationship😅 ... thank you for your time!

im glad you like all my writing for them!! im so aefjaweofaw please give me the next main story update - also theres lots of references/imagery of death so if youre not chill w that i will see you tomorrow [salute] - theres also some very very slight references to their myths!! it feels a little ooc to me but thats bc. i think theyd be a little ooc when faced w a tragedy like this!! i hope you like it anyway <3

Zayne holds his breath every time a new patient is admitted. The hospital is busy with all of the patients that are coming in with the disaster, a mixture of those hanging on and people running up to him because he's the closest doctor in the vicinity to confirm death.

He volunteered himself to do triage because he was convinced that he'd be able to stop you from dying, that if you came in through those doors he'd be able to separate his love for you from the mind that studied all those nights but that's impossible - he only got here because of you.

His mind runs circles around himself, almost separated from his body as he tries to figure out why you weren't there. Hopefully it's because you're fine - you don't need medical attention or the medics on site were enough for you. However, he knows there's an equal chance that it's just because a doctor onsite was able to confirm your death and now you were in some bag, stored away with the others waiting for him to come identify you.

When he finally gets a moment to himself he obsessively checks his phone, praying to something that might take enough pity on him to listen at the very least that you'll call him. Minutes turn to hours as he's called back to work. Silence is a commodity now as he's stuck in the theatre, only able to go home after he's exceeded the legal amount of hours he's allowed to work in one night.

The long turned cold water hits his muscles as his mind wanders in the quiet of his home. You still haven't called - nobody's called. He understands that surely, all of you are busy but he's been there when the calls have had to be made. To hear the sobs on the other side of the phone as a squad captain confirms the death of another hunter as they softly ask if they'd like to see the body. He's also seen the calls when the bodies are far too mangled, a sight that no loved one should have to bear. He's waiting for it, almost falling in his haste to grab his phone once it finally rings.

Your number pops up, the letters of your name taunting him as he tries to answer it. He's about ready to throw his phone on the ground from the water on his hand refusing to make picking up the call an easy feat.

"Hello?" Zayne asks, an uncharacteristic shake in his voice.

"Zayne! I'm okay!" you say, voice sounding a little weak but definitely better than he could have ever anticipated.

"Zayne? Honey? Hello?" you ask when you're met with only silence, now beginning to grow anxious yourself. You knew he must have been busy - you were too - and you thought he was safe. He should have been, you'd heard no reports of the hospital being attacked.

"You're alive," he chokes out, falling to his knees.

"Of course I am! Things have just been chaotic so I haven't had enough time to call you until now," you explain, continuing to talk to him.

You hear rustling on the other side of the phone, trying to get his attention again before he cuts you off.

"Where are you right now? Home?"

"Oh - yeah I'm on leave now. Most of us who were in active duty are to let his recuperate. How come?"

"I'll be there soon."

He hangs up immediately, leaving you a little stunned. You decide to clean up a little, having nothing else to do really until he comes over. Zayne never acts this impulsively so you assume that the day with no contact really wore on him.

Once he arrives you open the door for him, planning to apologise for the lack of contact when he almost throws himself at you. You hold him back just as tightly, a little shaken yourself as you close the door after him. You realise that for whatever reason he's soaking, unsure if you should confront that but you decide to ignore it.

He leads you right to your couch, too exhausted to even find your bedroom as he buries himself against your chest. It's not the normal way he lays with you - typically he likes to hold you - but you know not to bother him now. You can't deny you were worried about him too, knowing he probably put in a bunch of overtime at the hospital.

He holds onto you tightly, measuring out the beat of your heart. It's the only way he can remind himself that you're still alive, that the two of you have one more day together.

Xavier has never felt like he wanted to die more than in this moment. One minute you were running with him, trying to stop the Wanderer from attacking the group of civilians the next you're totally gone. Logically, he knows you're most likely fighting a Wanderer by yourself and you can handle it but somewhere he's convinced you'll die without him at your side. You've proved yourself more than capable but he worries about you all the time - he knows how to fight these things, he's been fighting them for far longer than you have - and if you died here he'd have no more reason for living.

He practically goes beserk, tearing into each and every creature with the hopes that one of them can take him to you. With each failure he starts to spiral, standing atop a pile of rubble as he watches the recovery teams start to spread into the city. It practically took an entire squadron to force him to go home, promising him that he'd be the firs t to hear once they found you.

You were diligently following Xavier when you noticed another Wanderer going after a child. You knew that he'd panic once he couldn't find you but you couldn't just abandon them. You tried to tell him you'd be splitting off but over all the screams and screeches he couldn't hear you and you couldn't waste any more time trying to get his attention.

You were able to defeat the Wanderer but not before sustaining an injury that made it too difficult for you to continue active duty, taking the child to a safe spot and staying with them until help arrived. You ended up passing out from the pain shortly thereafter, waking up a day later to Tara in your face heaving a sigh of relief as she called for a doctor to come check on you.

Your body was simply fatigued and after an extra day of monitoring and ensuring you were receiving everything you needed to make sure you wouldn't collapse again when you get home. You nod, knowing what procedure is at this point. You reach out for your phone once the doctor leaves, knowing that Xavier must be worried out of his mind.

You're right, of course. He's laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling as he waits for someone to call him. He saw the scale of disaster this attack was, knows that everything is absolutely awful and he's not the only one waiting for news but every minute that passes is another minute you could be trapped, praying that he's coming there to save you.

He decides to ignore the strict orders he's gotten, suiting up to go help the recovery efforts. He was going bad staying in bed all day, unable to get a wink of sleep as pictures of your suffering flash across his tortured mind. Working on pulling valuables and any remnants of life is depressing on a good day but right now it's downright torturous. He can't help but think that the next thing he pulls out is going to be your hand, severed far from your body.

When his phone rings everything disappears. He quickly picks up, steeling his expression to avoid making things worse should someone look over at him. He doesn't even notice who called him, just hoping that it was someone with news.

"Oh! You picked up fast. Are you just sitting at home then?" you ask casually, so casually he thinks it's almost cruel. How could you act so nonchalant about the fact that you held his life in your hands, that you are the only thing in this world he can bear to wake up for?

"No, I'm helping the recovery efforts despite orders. I...it was too quiet at home," he offers as an explanation and you hum. He can imagine you nodding, tapping your chin as you think to yourself.

"If you missed me you could have just said so," you tease, hoping that the ease in your voice will make him relax.

"Of course I did. Is that even a question? Are you able to take visitors?' You know what, doesn't matter. I'll just wait there until you are. I'll see you soon love."

He hangs up quickly and you know that he'll appear in the hospital within the next two seconds with that uncanny ability of his. You straighten yourself out a little, knowing that you were injured but not wanting to look like a total mess.

You can hear his footsteps running up to your door, slamming it open as he catches his breath. You've never seen him out of breath before - maybe he's much more tired than you initially thought.

"You made it," you laugh, making a slight sound from the impact of him practically jumping at you, holding you tightly as he buries his face into your neck.

"I was worried about you," he says softly, looking up at you. "I thought you'd been hurt, badly. And I wasn't there to protect you."

You sigh, helping him sit down into the chair at your bedside. You offer him your hand which he holds gratefully, never taking his eyes off of you.

"I know. I'm sorry. But look, I'm okay now, aren't I?"

He ignores the pain in his chest, trying not to imagine how heavy your hand would feel in his if you really had drawn your last breath. That weight is far too familiar to him, haunting his every thought in the hours that passed between then and now.

"You are. And I'm going to make sure you stay that way," he promises.

Rafayel didn't even know there was an attack until far after it. He knew you were working and that sometimes, you'd accidentally go MIA. You'd already texted him before your mission anyway and then he got drawn into another project of his and completely lost track of time. It's not until the next day that he finally sees his phone and the message from Thomas telling him not to come into the city for supplies for a day or so.

He immediately starts looking through articles, scouring pages that are constantly updating the death toll in search of your face. He curses himself for not paying attention earlier - every minute he wasted on some stupid was another minute you could have spent at Death's door, all because he allowed himself to forget that nothing matters if it's not you.

It's obsessive the way he looks through all of them, calling your phone non stop all the while. Every time he gets sent to voicemail he feels his breath get knocked out of his lungs, resorting to blowing up your phone with texts. When it's clear you aren't replying he grabs his keys to drive into Linkon despite Thomas' suggestion, knuckles white on the steering wheel as he heads to the hospital.

Even in all the chaos people can't help but stare a little as Rafayel makes his way to the counter, demanding someone tell him where you were. He's really trying not to be a brat, promising you that he'd be nicer to people but when it's your life on the line everything is up for debate. He goes through any and every possibility, figuring out what he can do to guarantee your survival.

Unfortunately for him, he gets escorted out. Jenna tries to calm him down, telling him that he'd be the first to know if they had any updates on you. Right now everything was just far too messy to know anything about anyone and there was a good chance that you were just being treated at a different hospital than usual due to the high causality count. He doesn't take no for an answer and manages to strong arm the name of the other hospitals you could have been sent to, starting up his car again right as his phone lights up with your name.

"What do you think you're doing not answering your phone?!" he yells, making you flinch.

Rafayel's never been mad at you, certainly not to this extent but you know that it's because he's anxious. He immediately catches himself too and you hear it, catching the sound of his hands against his steering wheel as he takes a deep breath.

"I'm sorry. Just - where are you?" he asks, sounding so exhausted that you feel like crying.

"I'm okay Rafayel," you say instead, adding the name of your hospital. He's immediately driving over as you talk to him, keeping your voice even.

"I was split up from the group is all, then triaged at a different hospital. I'm fine though - I managed to just sprain my wrist from overexertion so I'll have a sling for a bit-"

"You're staying with me then. I'm not having you stay alone with a broken wrist. Knowing you you'd do something dumb and make it worse," he scoffs, trying his best to drive safely to see you again. You don't bother to correct him, knowing that's the least of your worries.

You fall quiet, not sure how to respond. Rafayel has always been good at masking how he feels, rarely showing you what he's hiding behind his mask. Now he's an open book, making it clear that nothing will be okay until he sees you again.

"Okay," you agree, leaning further back into the pillows of your hospital bed. "They wanted me to be released into the care of someone if I could anyway. That's why I was calling you - that, and trying to return all your missed calls."

"Thank you," he says so quietly you barely hear him over the sound of his car.

"Of course my love," you say just as softly. "I knew you'd worry as soon as you saw the news."

Another moment passes between the two of you. Rafayel thinks his heart fell out of his chest - or it would have if it was still his to hold. Instead, it's beating firmly in your palm, only able to do so under your affections.

"Rafayel, I'm really fine, I promise. I'm just hungry. Let's get something for dinner, yeah?" you offer, hoping to redirect his energy.

"Yeah," he replies, exhaling deeply.

"Anything you want my beloved. Just name it and it's yours."

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[ageless-aislynn]

Title: “15 Minutes” (9/?) Author:  @ageless-aislynn​ Characters/fandom: Master Chief John-117/Reader, Halo the series Summary: You're in peril but don't be afraid, help is near. Series: How to date a Spartan (without even trying) Rating:  T (PG13) Length: 2,568 (this chapter, 22,261 total so far) Spoilers: Set in the Silver Timeline of Halo the series, not the games or novels. Though we began with the events of Halo 1x06, there will be no more show spoilers. We are still firmly seated in the AU Warthog, merrily driving out to places where there’s only a passing nod to canon. 😉 Trigger warning: claustrophobia Disclaimer: Definitely not mine but I do enjoy borrowing them just for a bit! 😉 A/N:  Text is both here in this post or available at AO3, however you like to read. Halo season 2 has finally arrived! However, this fic continues to zip along in the AU Party Warthog, so, while we began with season 1 way back when (and you’ll see a few more things from s1 along the way 😉), we’ll not be venturing into s2 territory at all. Unless s2 is going to take some verrrrry interesting twists, lol! Chapter 10 is in progress by hand but I hope to have it ready soon. 🤞😣🤞 The tags have been updated for hurt/comfort starting with this chapter. If you read, I hope you enjoy! ⭐💖⭐

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You tried to gasp in a breath but there was a weight pinning you down. Smoke burned your lungs and your eyes. Your left arm couldn't move but you were able to bring your right hand up to wipe your face, trying to clear your vision. The only light in the rubble came from a shower of sparks a few feet away, emitting from a panel half-ripped from the wall. There was very little to orientate yourself by.

"Hello?" you tried to call but you couldn't take a deep enough breath to yell. The muffled ring in your ears told you that at least one of your eardrums had ruptured.

Evaluate, you thought in the tone you used when triaging patients, shoving down a wave of panic. You tried to squeeze out from under whatever was pressed across your back. No good, too much weight.

There wasn't a tremendous amount of pain but you worried at the numbness from your waist down, behind whatever was restraining you.

Evaluate.

You tested moving your legs, your feet, your toes. It felt strange but yes, you had movement.

Spinal cord potentially compromised but not severed, you diagnosed as clinically as possible.

Something overhead gave an alarming groan.

Alert help. Report your position.

"Hello? I'm by the crane operator booth. Can anyone hear me?"

You couldn't get the volume you wanted and you automatically tried to inhale deeper. You couldn't and had to fight another wave of panic. The animal part of your brain wanted to claw the twisted metal of the deck, trying to squirm free, but when you twitched, something above you groaned again.

You had no way to know how perilous the collapsed structure was. A wrong move could bring it all down.

A fresh wave of smoke irritated your nose and you coughed weakly. From far away, you heard the muffled sound of a woman saying your rank and last name.

"Here," you choked out. "I'm here."

A blue light shimmered a few feet away, the lower half of a blue-tinted woman, her upper body phased through the rubble. Then she shrank until she fit the space, adjusting like a camera lens. A hologram.

She repeated your rank and last name. "We have your location," she said, your damaged hearing distorting her voice. "Sit tight, a rescue crew is on their way."

You tried to respond but the smoke triggered more coughing, so you nodded.

"I'll stay with you for as long as the holo-emiter holds," she said, gesturing towards the ruined wall panel that continued to spark.

"Thank you," you managed to say. "Casualties?"

She glanced up and away as if receiving new information. "Reports coming in of injuries but no fatalities. Your alert gave enough time for almost everyone to get clear."

"Good." You made yourself slow your breathing down, taking shallow breaths since you couldn't take deeper ones. For a moment, your head swam and it felt like the floor tipped. Your fingers scratched for a hold on the crumpled metal.

The sound of your rank and name cut through the terror. "You're all right," the woman assured you. "You're not falling. Try to stay still. Silver Team will be back on site in a few more minutes. John will be here soon."

It gave you something to focus on other than bring trapped. The way she knew that the mention of John would comfort you, that she didn't call him Master Chief like most people did, even the mannerism of how she'd looked away, like someone was speaking in her ear...

"Your name wouldn't be Ms. Classified, would it?" you asked haltingly and tried to smile.

"That's... not inaccurate," she said and maybe it was your blurry vision but you could've sworn she gave you a fond smile, like she knew you. "I'm not supposed to tell my name."

You tried to say it was all right but couldn't draw enough breath.

"Ah, screw it," she said. "What are they going to do, fire me? My name is Cortana."

You must've blacked out because the next thing you knew, she was kneeling next to you, her small holographic hand resting atop your outstretched arm as she repeated your rank and name.

If you could get a breath, you needed a good, solid breath. Your chest instinctively fought to expand but couldn't beneath the pressure bearing down on your back. Something above you slid and the pressure abruptly worsened. You clawed, you fought, you struggled to breathe. To live.

"John, get here now! The support beam is failing!"

"Not his fault," you tried to say. "Tell him. Not his--"

Metal screamed and everything went dark.

You woke, grasping at nothing. You still couldn't get a deep breath but this time you were on your back and it felt like someone had laced a corset brutally tight around you.

"Easy there. You're all right," said a deep voice.

Your vision swam and then Spartan Vannak-134 appeared out from the dim lighting. You were still clawing at the air, trying to sit up, and he caught your hand a little awkwardly in his much larger ones.

"Where?" you gasped.

"You're back on Reach, in medical."

Once he said it, details emerged like a black and white picture filling in with color: the beeps of the monitors, the distinctive antiseptic smell. Your hearing was still deadened but not as much as before, meaning they had already begun healing therapies on your eardrums.

Anything you might've wanted to say dissolved like sugar on your tongue before the words could be spoken. Your head seemed too full. I'm drugged, you thought and that was the last thing you knew for a while.

Voices drew you from the murky depths and you tried to open your eyes but couldn't.

"Hold her hand," Vannak said in a quiet rumble. "She likes that."

A new hand gently folded around yours and your fingers instinctively gripped hold.

You woke, feeling the phantom press of metal bearing down on you, forcing the air from your lungs. You tried to sit up, your limbs flailed, uncoordinated and leaden. A second hand closed around yours and a feminine voice began to softly sing, a lullaby in a language you didn't recognize.

The room was blurry but you caught a glimpse of red hair -- Spartan Riz-028. You went under once more, dreaming of music that soothed your fears.

Later, there was a new voice to lure you up from the sticky darkness.

"Poor little thing. She looks so small."

"She'll heal. Hold her hand, it helps."

At some point, you jolted awake to find your hand cradled carefully within Kai's.

"Hey," she said, sitting up straighter in the chair next to the bed. "You need anything?"

Your head felt less stuffed with cotton than before but now that cotton seemed to have been transferred to your mouth. "Water?" you croaked.

She jumped up and returned shortly, carrying a cup with a straw in it. You intended to sit up but a searing pain in your ribs immediately convinced you that was a bad idea and you let her help you by holding the straw to your lips.

"Slowly," she advised.

Once you'd taken a couple of sips, you mumbled your thanks then promptly passed out.

You thought you'd closed your eyes for a brief moment but when they fluttered open, it wasn't Kai sitting in the chair, holding your hand.

As soon as John knew you were awake, he was on his feet, carefully brushing the fingertips of his free hand along the curve of your cheek.

You mouthed his name.

"Rest," he said. "I'm here. You're safe."

For the first time in what seemed like forever, you truly felt as if you were. Your mind let go.

"And how's our favorite mech, the Hero of the Pit?"

"That's not a very heroic name," you confessed, smiling as Maria and then Jamie entered medical.

You were sitting on the side of the bed in generic gray scrubs, waiting for Dr. Savannah to give you final instructions before your release. It had been two days since the explosion. Your hearing had, thankfully, returned to normal. The rest of you... not so much but you were on the mend.

They both gave you careful hugs.

"You look a lot less like you were squashed by a building," Jamie said sincerely and Maria punched his arm. "Hey, that was a compliment!"

"Don't make me laugh," you begged, holding your left side. They'd fused your broken ribs back together but the tissue damage would take longer to resolve. Still, aches, pains, limited motion and all, you knew you were very lucky.

"I hope they're giving you a nice vacation, at least," Maria went on.

"I should be ready for light duty in a week."

"Technically, I said we'd evaluate you for light duty in a week," Dr. Savannah corrected as she entered. "Afraid your friends will have to catch up with you later."

They said their goodbyes and, as they left, you started to stand. The doctor quickly said, "No, you don't. I don't want you walking on that leg."

"It's not broken," you argued.

"Not anymore," she countered. "Stay put. I got you a ride."

"I don't need to be wheeled back to the barracks." You tried to keep your tone confident but the truth was even that little bit of exertion had left you feeling twinges all along your left leg. Your left shoulder throbbed with each heartbeat.

"Well, good thing you're wrong on both counts," she said, winking. "And here he is now."

John came through the door, dressed in his undersuit as if either about to head to the Brokkr stations to have his Mjolnir mounted up or returning from having it removed. You didn't even realize you'd moved to rise again until Dr. Savannah put a practiced hand on your good shoulder to keep you down.

"I'll be sending PT to you twice a day, starting tomorrow," she said. "They'll help you to get your strength and mobility back. Around that, rest. Catch up on your reading, watch some thoroughly trashy movies, and keep your feet up. Not too far up, though. Nothing too strenuous. Make him do all of the work."

That got you to look at her and she waggled her eyebrows.

John cleared his throat slightly, a faint but definite flush creeping up from his collar. "Yes, ma'am."

"All right, see you back in a few days, sooner if anything else develops. You know what to watch for."

It wasn't until she stepped back and John approached that it clicked.

"You're going to carry me?"

"Yes, ma'am," he repeated in a murmur that shivered straight down your spine.

Since your left side had taken the brunt of the damage, he put your right to his chest and cautiously picked you up in a bridal carry. Despite the care, being moved set a thousand things to hurting and your breath hitched as he straightened.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," you said, your tone tighter than you would've liked. You thought, I hope nobody sees me being toted around like this, but, as soon as you left medical, you realized that no one was actually looking at you.

I think if Master Chief offered to drop me and pick up any marine, ODST or officer in this hall, they'd be hopping into his arms before I even hit the floor!

At the first turn he made, you realized the rest of it. "This isn't the way to the barracks."

"Nope," he said and you knew him well enough now to see the hint of a smile in his eyes.

You didn't have to wait for further clues, there was only one place, then, that he could be taking you. "How many strings did you have to pull for this?"

"Not as many as you might think," he demurred. "Your actions saved lives."

And they could've blamed you for failing to make sure a bomb hadn't been sent to the Pit in the first place. The curly tailed Warthog had been your responsibility, after all. You'd been curtly informed of all that when they'd debriefed you the first day you'd had your eyes open for more than 15 minutes.

You doubted they'd told that to John, though.

When you reached his room, he maneuvered so to get his thumb on the panel without jostling you too much. The lights came on as he took you through the doorway and then he paused.

"Kai," he rumbled, shaking his head. "She said studies show people heal better with color. I should've known she'd overdo it. Say the word and I'll have her in here clearing this out."

"It's your room," you said, "but personally, I love it."

The duvet on the bed and the pillows on the couch were now a rainbow of jewel tones. A tapestry with a field of sunflowers dominated the wall at the foot of the bed and you could've sworn there was a dusting of diamond glitter shimmering on every wall, sending tiny holographic rainbows through the air in all directions. But the main thing that caught your attention was overhead.

"She put up stars," you said, brightening.

"Ah, that one was actually me," he confessed. "You seemed to really like those in her room so I thought..."

You stretched up in his arms, inhaling a little sharply at the stab of pain in your left side, and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I love them, John. Thank you."

A short time later, you found yourself lying on the bed in the darkened room, looking up at those stars. John had profusely apologized for not being able to stay after getting you settled in. He'd turned down the bed so you wouldn't have to, had put your padd close at hand on the nightstand to the right along with a bottle of water and a couple of emergency ration packs in case you got hungry before someone bought you a meal. He'd even procured you a set of unthinkably soft civvies to change into, exactly your size and in your favorite color.

You couldn't imagine that a Spartan had ever taken care of a sick or wounded person before, other than in a battlefield triage situation, so he'd probably found a checklist from somewhere to guide him. His earnestness to make sure he'd done everything right sent warmth flooding through you.

Before he left, he'd paused to kiss the top of your head.

"You know," you said, lifting your chin, "my lips aren't broken."

He hesitated. "The last time I did that, an entire base fell on you."

"Only the warehouse part," you said dismissively, "and there was absolutely no correlation, I promise."

He tried to smile at that but his eyes still showed concern.

"I promise," you repeated more seriously and he exhaled as if about to make a tremendous leap. His kiss was so soft and gentle, it was barely more than a whisper against your mouth.

Once he had left, you'd considered taking Dr. Savannah's advice and watching a holo, reading something on your padd, or doing any number of things to pass the time but ultimately, you'd wanted to appreciate his handiwork.

After all, it wasn't just anybody who could say a Spartan had literally hung the stars for them.

[twwings]

so I spent the last few months just marathoning The Magnus Archives??? I was curious and I have a long-ish commute that I need to fill with audio, so I went for it. I was somewhat spoiled by fanart I saw randomly over the years but not entirely spoiled, and I quite enjoyed it. Some thoughts (both positive and negative thoughts below) because I wanted to write them down as I chew over the show. Also my ramblings might be pleasurable to folks who are big fans and enjoy hearing about people listening to their thing for the first time?

Spoilers for all of TMA, but as I haven't listened to The Magnus Protocol yet (I'm sure I will) no spoilers for that.

thoughts in no particular order:

didn't know that my trypophobia could be activated aurally! thanks, season one. it's good to learn about yourself

because I had seen lots of fanarts around, I knew that Jon/Martin would eventually be a canon thing, so I just spent the early episodes making fun of Jon whenever he was mean about Martin. Jon would be like "ugh, Martin, amirite?" and I'd yell at the car speakers like "lol you're gonna MARRY that guy"

sometimes I found the show a little boring or too expositiony (like the episode where Leitner shows up) and it made me think a lot about the conditions of production, like, having fans who were super into the show and red stringing it up clearly made them want to explain things sometimes in a way not necessary to the story - or, at least, it didn't feel necessary to me as a casual listener who was coming in after the fact and not part of the fandom. maybe it felt necessary for other folks, or to the cast and crew at the time.

relatedly, oh god, I did not keep up with all the plotlines and stuff. like it took me a WHILE to realize that the show was not just gonna be standalone/anthology stuff and would have an overarching plot so I did not pay attention early on to repeated names or plots. and because I was listening on my commute I was like "welp, can't google it, gonna let it go" and I did. I'm here to tell you that the magnus archives is still enjoyable even if you don't care that much about what's going on

when I did really start to care was the end of season four/season five. absolutely love that they went there with the end of season four (I thought it'd just be a buffy-style "now we fight a BIGGER big bad at the end of this season" escalation forever, but no, they unleashed hell on earth, baller move, A+, loved it

so I was spoiled that Martin (and Jon? I wasn't sure) died at some point, though I didn't really know where or how. I also saw someone post something like "oh TMA, great show, too bad it ends after five minutes into episode 160" so from that I kind of extrapolated that Martin died in episode 160? so my experience of listening to that one was REALLY on tenterhooks because the first five minutes was Martin going for a nice walk! and then Jon getting taken over by the statement! so while listening to the middle bit of 160 I was convinced that when Martin came back from his walk Jon was gonna kill him (while possessed, obviously) as part of the ritual thing. so really the following 40 episodes of Martin being alive were pretty sweet to me. Every episode after that when Martin was alive I was like, score, bonus, love it, I'm glad Jon didn't stab him three seconds after they got into a relationship

kept listening for a physical description of Jon to match all the fanart and never got one? I guess the fanon of what Jon looks like is just super consistent for some reason?

hated Tim, I can't disguise it, I hated Tim and I was glad when he died and I was glad he didn't come back, sorry Tim fans, live your truth and I will live mine

wish there weren't so many cops on this show, tho the show did seem to recognize that a little in S5 and try to do some things about it

I'm just a huge sucker for every genre experiment in S5. omg I loved it. Terminus gets a coroner's report, The Unknowing gets slam poetry, The Flesh gets a gardening manual?????? mwah. it made me excited for the format of the statements again when they'd gotten stale. so many smart and interesting genre experiments in S5! and I, like Jon, don't even like poetry (just write some prose! I've never identified with a character more), so you know I'm impressed when I'm exclaiming about some poem

seriously! the genre experiments!!! so good

"queer couple navigate their new relationship and also The Hellscapes" = amazing, ty, also ty for doing it twice

somehow I managed not to notice the line about Jon being asexual at first and then I saw some tumblr post about it and I was like, wait what? my brain had gone pretty far down into some non-asexual fanfiction stories before I got that bit of canon and had to record-scratch freeze-frame. anyway I am pleased by the ace rep and hope to go read some non-sexual D/s for them in the future, please tell me if you know some good stuff

please also tell me if you know about fanfictions where Martin consensually feeds Jon his own memories and it's weird and intense

saw a cute fluffy domestic fanart where Jon was blind (ie had blinded himself to escape the eye) and I laughed and laughed that this is a fandom in which the happy fluffy AUs are the ones where the characters have violently blinded themselves. not to say I'm not gonna read the fluffy AUs where they've violently blinded themselves, I am, I'm sure they're lovely, it's just funny

don't think I wasn't thinking about Crowley and Aziraphale in the episode where Jon is like "what if we ran away together" in season four. When Jon is like "What if we ran away together, you and me, we could do it, what if we did" and he absolutely knows that Martin is not gonna say yes and maybe he doesn't want Martin to say yes but he wants to ask him anyway, he wants to try it anyway, because the fantasy of escape, together, is overpowering. anyway don't think I didn't think about Crowley

also laughed and laughed at the like four episodes at the end where Jon is like "maybe I should . . . . . . . . . . . become the Torment Nexus? From the classic scifi novel, Don't Become the Torment Nexus?" and first Martin and then everyone else is like "Jon, don't become the Torment Nexus" and it's really clear that you should not become the Torment Nexus but then later Jon says fuck it and becomes the Torment Nexus

I say it's really clear but the idea that you should strand and isolate and burn out the powers is not a bad one. I did like that the second to last episode was just a debate on morality with no clear resolution. that's a lovely way to send off your characters. tho it didn't matter a lot to the end plot? but still.

Jon "I think I'll just become the Torment Nexus" Simms, istg

THE TORMENT NEXUS

Sue Simms' voice is incredibly hot, Gertrude Robinson is absolutely deadass smokin, love how the Legend of Gertrude just built up over the seasons until by the end she was this like powerful callous avenging angel, no notes, might build a shrine in the woods with pictures of Gertrude in little jars

Gerry and Jurgen were both madly in love with her and she didn't notice or care because she was too busy kicking ass, no notes AT ALL

I really like the bit at the beginning of S5 where Jon is depression-listening to old archives tapes, like it's really effective to do the birthday party flashback just there when the world's just been apocalypsed, but I can't stop thinking about how Jon is listening to that tape and, in retrospect, being like "did Elias/Jonah use his all-powerful knowledge and vision to find out that there was cake in the office?" idk it really feels like Elias's motives in that flashback are like "eat cake" and no one else realizes that he's used his monstrous evil eye power to locate cake. anyway I imagine that Jon had all of these thoughts during his depression

Basira made me laugh ALL THE TIME, the voice acting was so good and she was so over everyone's shit. but at the same time there's this real softness to her at the end of S5 after she's killed Daisy, like she's still tough and grounded in her own perspective but suddenly more compassionate or sympathetic. she has such a good journey over the show

were Basira and Daisy a thing? I could not tell. maybe I should not ask. maybe I am not meant to know. maybe even asking shows how little I know, because their intense and murderous bond exceeds traditional relationship categories

I had a really nice time!!!

I will need to read fanfictions

I will need to watch animatics

I will need to seek out fanarts

the end

[icycoldninja]

Quite a weird request but…the DMC boys with a reader who likes to be naked most of the time inside her house. She likes to sleep naked, cook while being naked, etc because of how free she felt and because her hair is long enough to cover most of her private parts, she just took it for granted and let it do the job of censoring most of her yk parts

But she knows when to wear clothes, especially when she needs to go outside to her balcony retrieving her dry clothes

Also, she has a weird habit of touching her private part. Not to pleasure herself, just for the vibes and feeling. First time someone caught her do this was Trish, safe to say, she was weirded out as hell and because she respects her boundaries, she decided to suck it up and tries her best to ignore it

Yeah this is weird but I'm still writing it, enjoy.

Sparda boys + V x Constantly naked!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante thought it was kinda strange for you to be constantly naked--don't you ever get cold?

-Not that he's complaining. All he has to do is open the window and he'll get a free show. ;)

-Is a bit concerned when you sit down. What about all the dust, lint and other crap that accumulates on the seat? That can't be good for your privates.

-Is glad you know when to get dressed because if Vergil comes over and sees you naked, both of you are gonna have a lot of problems and have to listen to a ton of lectures.

-Doesn't understand why you always touch yourself down there if you're not masturbating, but whatever. It's your body.

-Trish saw you do that first and was really weirded out; after seeing you do it a few times, Dante thought it was kinda hot.

■ Vergil ■

-What the hell was wrong with you?

-Vergil could not wrap his incredibly MOTIVATED mind around why someone would choose to do everything butt naked.

-He didn't care whether you had long hair to cover it or not, such an act was disgusting to him, not to mention dangerous for your health down there.

-Just thinking about all the germs and things your privates are exposed to daily makes Vergil shudder.

-When a very embarrassed and confused Trish told him about your odd habit of touching yourself merely because you liked to, Vergil nearly had a stroke on the spot.

- From now on you are expected to at least wear underwear when he is present. If you refuse, he will forcibly clothe you.

□ Nero □

-Nero didn't think he'd have a thing for nudism but here he is.

-You walking around with your stuff out and everything is hotter than Nero could have ever imagined.

-Sometimes he gets a you know what while watching you cook butt naked in the kitchen, just a breeze away from letting him see what he wants to see.

-He really likes the anticipation; it's like you're teasing him without even trying.

-Why you touch yourself is beyond him, but he doesn't real,y care because he likes that too.

-Trish caught you doing it the first time and reported back to Nero, who laughed his head off at the poor woman's confusion.

● V ●

-V doesn't mind your nudism, but Griffon has a mouthful of colorful words he'd like to impart unto you.

-You're actually very beautiful naked, V muses innocently, taking this opportunity to write some more poetry.

-Your naked form inspires him, you see, it's doing wonders to keep his creative juices flowing.

-Griffon jokes that those aren't the only juices that will be flowing, if you keep this up.

-Poor Trish came to V one day, rather green in the face. She told him she saw you touching yourself, to which V replied with a shrug.

-You can do as you please, he's not one to meddle.

[gofancyninjaworld]

Thinking about Garou

Question: "Compared to the first season, which draws attention to Saitama's exhilarating punches, the second season focuses on story development. Did you have any specific goals while drawing the story?" Murata: "There was one thing that I requested from ONE Sensei before drawing my re-illustrated manga. At first, there were plans to cut out Garou's childhood with the bully in my version, but that scene really left an impression on me. I thought it was a vital part of understanding Garou's position, so I discussed it with ONE Sensei and requested that I be able to leave it in for y version. And it was paced so well in the anime! I believe it ended up being a very high-quality scene." -- From the liner notes of One-Punch Man Season 2.

I'm including this because I feel it's fundamental to really talk about Garou with any depth. Garou without context does not make sense. He is a kind, sensitive, and thoughtful young man who wants to do good in the world. Yet, he caused a horrifying amount of harm, both directly and indirectly, and ultimately undermined his own goals.

I'm glad that ONE listened to Murata about keeping Garou's childhood flashback. Without it, he'd just have been a thug attacking heroes for no reason to us (pretty much as the heroes saw him). Not only that, but ONE has gone a lot further in the manga in showing us the context in which Garou grew up that's been very helpful for understanding who Garou is, what he saw, and making some sense of his powerful yet contradictory desires.

Ultimately Garou is Garou. He's his own person and the buck for his actions firmly stops with him. No matter what, I can't imagine him not being an independent thinker with the determination to put his thoughts into action.

But...

...the tragedy of his thinking becomes clear when we see his thinking of monsters as metaphors for what is misunderstood or unacceptable in ourselves (a popular enough one IRL where monsters aren't real) and compare it with the reality of his world in which monsters have won, successfully restricting humans to one continent, and people like heroes because they are reminders that sometimes, even apparently overwhelming evil can be defeated. Nothing good happens when you deny the reality around you.

You know Garou's rant about uniting the world with fear? It's a standalone rant in the webcomic. The manga gives us a snapshot of the context in which he came to this conclusion. As this is a place that is no stranger to natural disasters -- forget the monsters -- Garou has no doubt experienced at least one big storm, or flood, or earthquake, or volcanic eruption in his life. In those days and weeks that follow, he's no longer an outcast. Nobody cares about where you come from or who you are: people help each other. At least until normalcy is restored. That's something he's directly experienced.

That's just human nature: even in individualistic societies, for every report of looting in the wake of a natural disaster, there are hundreds of people trying to help. And this is a much more collectivist society that has to deal with disasters semi-regularly. That's the sense of looking out for each other in the face of a tragedy bigger than any person he wanted to recreate—only permanently.

Then we get bits of Garou through the people around him. We got nothing about his parents in the webcomic but in the manga, his parents refuse to see him or get him out of custody. They've given up on him. To make it worse, the audience ONE is writing for understands that Garou is a minor until he's 20 (the law recently changed in Japan but it wasn't even up for debate when ONE started writing OPM). So they've done the equivalent of washing their hands of a 16-year-old. That's got to have hit Garou very, very hard, even if he was estranged from them. He'd have liked it if his father cared enough to tell him what to do.

We see how Bang has literally taken on the role of in loco parentis. It's been interesting to see that the reason Bang has chased after Garou so relentlessly is because he sees himself in the young man. However, we also see that he deeply misunderstands Garou too. Bang beat up people because he was an extremely selfish young man who felt he was entitled to everything.

Garou beat up people because he is an extremely thoughtful young man who sees himself as bringing a great good into the world at the expense of some heroes.

It's definitely going to cause trouble but that's okay -- nothing in life is smooth and such differences are inevitable. With love, such struggles are worthwhile.

Garou's an object lesson in why the energy to do things in the world rarely comes with the power to make those changes. His overly simple solutions were disastrous. But one thing we can also say about Garou: he's a fast learner. He's literally rebuilding his life little by little in the webcomic by rebuilding the world around him. In the manga, he's been given the opportunity to sift through his thinking and find what's genuinely good. We'll see how it all shakes out.

[burning-academia-if]

Hi again. If you've been around a while you're probably going to be like "Em, again??" But guess who got sick for the 6th time this year and this time it was a full on chest infection!! It has been three weeks, and somehow I am still Not Free!!

Anyway, BA fell to the wayside this month because it was Velox Fabula time and I've yet to miss a Velox jam (also...chest infection). I also needed to get my sudden and newfound Pirates of the Caribbean obsession out of the way so! I made a short pirate visual novel for the jam and I'm normal again. I also released the prologue of my side IF To Taste Sweet Silver (@sweetsilver-if) just to have it out. Feel free to check it out if you want, but it likely won't be updated for a while as I'm shifting gears back to BA for September!

I don't have much to report but:

UI update should be out in the next week or two depending on how I'm feeling. It won't look like much to y'all since it's more for my sake via cleaning up the code LOL but there were things added (friendship indicators, open dyslexic font option, character page updated, stat page updated, glossary page added) I'm not a graphic designer but it's better organized I think. There won't be an Official Post about it because it isn't new content, but I will make a small announcement when it's out. It'll also include the originally deleted Lars/Zoe/Nevio lunch scene in Chapter 2 as well. Sorry this is taking so long, I just really struggle with the coding side of things which has made the process slow.

Writing in August was also slow, and honestly, I think I really needed those few weeks off not thinking about BA. My inbox being very quiet helped as well, so I really did take a real break from BA. When I opened up the writing doc, I felt a whole lot better about working on BA again, and we have hit 100k words finally!

Anyway, I don't want to lament much, but I did have a personal goal of releasing up to Chapter 4 this year which obviously is Not Going to Happen. It honestly sucks I got sick so often this year because it cut into so much time for creative projects, be it BA or anything else.

I'm not really going to be hard on myself for it, though. I think releasing 3 chapters this year considering everything that kept Going Wrong this year is actually pretty good. I just think its annoying when I know I could have done it but the universe said no instead akfjalfa Anyway, I'm not sure when Chapter 3 will release but I do have a good feeling about September and I think I'll be able to at least get a decent chunk done this month!

Finally, September marks the one year anniversary for this blog and October marks the one year anniversary of BA releasing!! I feel like I literally just started writing this, the fact it's September already is wild.

I was going to do art commissions, but due to surprise car issues, I don't really have the money for that now (next year for sure though!!), so I was thinking of maybe doing character Q&As to celebrate? I've also seen some authors do raffles, but I'm not entirely sure what I would raffle off? Maybe personalized short stories with readers MCs if there's interest in that? I'm not sure yet, but I have a month to figure it out lol

But also thank you to everyone who has followed along!! It's been a really fun time both writing BA and on the blog. I know I say this a lot, but I'm really glad this is such a chill place. It's nice for me the author obviously, but it's also nice because I always want the spaces I have to feel like safe places for others as well so! Thanks again!

Lastly, I normally would end on a little snippet or preview but since most of what I wrote was just the two different openings, I feel like I have nothing fun to tease (or maybe I'm too picky about snippets idk). Hopefully Zoe's bday post tomorrow makes up for it, and I'll post some snippets later in the month instead!

Thanks for reading!

[factual-fantasy]

26 askss!! ✨💖🐻💖✨

@milk-powrit

XD actually, Bibi never minded being the shortest. Because Jangles and I never made fun of him for it. But he's probably happy that there's now 2 people short enough to give him proper hugs 🥺

And to be honest, I haven't thought too much out about character facts :0 other than Cici is a smarty pants and can be a lil sassy at times XD But in a harmless/charming way.

Also oh yeah, Gerald loves puns. XDD Although he hasn't had any cake before.. so idk what his favorite could be. What ever is the funniest flavor I suppose XDD

@luckyglasses

AAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DD Happy holidays!! :}}

@deadly-skeleton123

Oh you're new to Tumblr? Ahhh word of advice then- If I may? It might be a good idea to change your profile picture. Tumblr has a big bot problem. And a lot of the bots have default profile pictures just like yours. A lot of people might see your account in their feed and just block/report on sight. Not fun.. also I suggest you do the same though, if someone with default profile picture, banner, no bio, no posts follows you... that's probaaaaably a bot and should be blocked--

ANYWAYS! So for the Captain Barnacles/Crab comic. I don't plan on finishing it. And the reason why I abandoned it was because the way I had written the comic had everyone acting out of character. The blood was over the top, it was too dramatic,, ugh.. I got tired of my own comic half way through making it. <XD

The comic was gonna end with the rest of the crew showing up, they take the Captain to the octopod, and Peso cries because "I was too scared to help the Captain.." Which is just stupid <XD

Peso would not cower in fear in this situation. Even if Captain Barnacles turned like that and became very scary. Peso has had an extended history of getting it together and braving through anything to help creatures in need. And if his own Captain/friend was hurt? Nothing would stop him. Nothing could scare him away.

In the perfect re-write, Peso would ace this situation. He would approach Barnacles perfectly and calm him down. He would patch the wound, guide him to the gups. Guide him into the octopod and into the med-bay. Expertly deal with the wound and clean up all the blood.

Sure maybe after everything was done he would cry a bit out of the stress of it all. But originally everyone else did everything for Peso because he was too scared to help the scARy CapTAIN OOOO!!

Nah, that dumb. Peso is way stronger than that. #justiceforpeso

I made one yeeeaaarrs ago when I was into Sonic. But it centered around a Sonic OC of mine. <XD I don't tend to do much insert OC stuff anymore..

I imagine Bonnie would just sigh and try to get through it on his own. And not go to Foxy for help.. Worse case scenario he gets overwhelmed and shuts down on stage and ruins the show. Which is fine by him. He'd think, "Serves them right for puttin me on that stage. Faz-bear entertainment deserves to have their show flop for how they've treated me.. for how they've treated us."

XDD Hey! That's Veggietales isn't it?

@elegysonnet

XD That's what I was thinkin! That, and they were basically fully fleshed out characters but their bodies just didn't exist yet. Since their future existence was so set in stone Jangles was able to connect to their minds..?? XD I guess??

Thank you so much!! :DD Also CAPTAIN BARNACALES FTWWW!! ✨💖🐻💖✨

@taizarack

XD New friend indeed! Cici is technically an old friend, she's existed longer than Jangles and Gerald! XD

@manybrokenquills

JOKES ON YOU I'M ALL OF THOSE THINGS XDD

Also thank you! I'm glad you've stuck around and like what you see! :DDD

@wildwitchofthewest

AAAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DDDDD

@smallangryartist

1: AAAA I'm glad it fooled you! When I drew it in I knew that anyone with a different Tumblr theme wouldn't be fooled.. but I'm glad I got at least 2 people! XDD

2: Also aww.. even if they were happy tears, sorry for making you cry! <XD

ALSO WAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DD Also also don't worry, I'm taking a nap and drinking water at the same time as we speak! XD

(Also also also that heart shattering might come sooner than you think..👀)

Nahh, my gnome is built different. All he needs to thrive is a steady supply of pepperoni pizza and a very large 3 inch deep puddle XD

@beryl-shade

Maybe! :0 At the very least I imagine they'd get along. My Seam is soft spoken, polite, mellow.. he's probably a nice person to share a cup of tea with! :}

THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DDD

@coolkoaladeer @thesweetishfish

@boringa55binch

Its hard to say, I didn't ever like.. try to replicate an art style and draw something unrelated. Like- if I was drawing in the gravity falls art style, I was drawing gravity falls stuff. I wouldn't draw in the gravity falls art style and draw random ocs and stuff. If that makes sense-

But maybe one style was easier to draw hands in than another. So I.. might have adopted some stuff..?? I guess??

I guess that would mean my art style developed off of the different franchises I made fanart from? If that's the case it was likely Gravity Falls, Sonic x, and Steven Universe..? Mostly?? XD Sorry this answer is all over the place-

Many actually! Its just unfortunate because all of them are giant comic ideas but I'm too wiped out from my 20k celebration to really draw any of themmmm... 😩sighhhh

@funtimespringscare101

XDDD I'm glad you like them! And I can imagine that they might be shy to hug new people- but Gerald probably wouldn't mind! XD

@ayoshivader

Since that statement I have re-written the timeline.. So who's to say any of that still stuck and what her motives were/are now..? 👀

<XD I've never played the paper mario games so that's why I've never drawn them.. it sounds really cute though! :D

Taking the quilt off does nothing, the quilt doesn't bring them to life either! Remember that Bibi could talk when he was a still picture and was brought to "life" without the use of a quilt or even any glowy effects. Also Jangles had a quilt as a drawing and was "brought to life" using a pen!

The point I'm getting at is, Pen? Quilt? It doesn't matter. None of these methods actually give the characters life. I do. All these fancy ways I seem to bring them to life are just for show <XD

@housome

XD The first thing that came to mind was Freddy telling Fredbear about Gregory.

Freddy: "I'm keeping a child hidden in the basement.."

Fredbear: "...you're keeping a CHILD in the BASEMENT??"

Freddy: "LISTEN ITS TO PROTECT HIM--"

Also thank you! :DD

Naahhh he'll be fine 😉

And yay! Cici and Gerald!!! XDD

To put it simply, fanart makes me feel bad. And Comments make me feel good. So I prefer comments to fanart. 👌

To complicate it a bit, when I post artwork I'm just sitting there all giddy waiting for the first "AKSJKASAU WAAAAA 😭😭😭" comment to pop up. When I get fanart I immediately get frustrated and uncomfortable. Fanart feels like stealing and usually invokes a negative reaction from me. So if people want to show their appreciation for my work, leaving comments is 100% more effective and preferred. 👍

Also thank you! :DD

@scp-16217

XD These are great match ups!

[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

Mise en Place, Chapter 3

Pairing: Chef!Matt Murdock x F!Journalist!Reader

Rating: M

Story Summary: Things are looking up for Chef Matthew Murdock -- Not only was he the subject of a front-page article in the New York Bulletin, but (after a few misunderstandings) he managed to get a date with you, the beautiful journalist who wrote the feature.

Now that Matt is no longer the subject of one of your features, your budding relationship with him is starting to simmer -- until someone from Matt's past threatens to turn off the heat.

With another obstacle in your way will your and Matt's relationship cool, or can the two of you work together to put "everything in it's place"?

Warnings/Tags: Hallmark levels of fluffy, cheesy goodness, no use of Y/N, Matt is not a vigilante, developing relationship, things gone get SPICY later 🔥 (aka smut in future chapters), things gone get angsty for a minute first though 😈

Word Count: ~1850

A/N: I finally figured out how I want the story to flow, so please note the change in summary!

Divider by @theradioactivespidergwen

Tag List: @danzer8705 @shouldbestudying41 @capylore @mattmurdockstateofmind @yarrystyleeza

“Hey, sorry I'm late,” Matt said as he entered his and Foggy's office the next morning. “I stopped by the florist on my way here and it took a bit longer than I expected. Who knew flowers all had different meanings?”

“It’s fine,” Foggy replied. “So…you look happy. I take it your date was a success?”

Matt huffed out a laugh. “It was. Thanks again for your help.”

“No problem, dude. Anytime. I mean it.” 

Matt took his coat off and hung it on the coat rack. “So how's this week's order looking?”

“Well in both good and bad news, we have lots of stuff left over from last week's order, so all we really need to order is our usual perishables and the stuff for the new menu items that we don't already have on hand.” Foggy paused. “...Or at least we would've if we hadn't gotten a bunch of new reservations, including 12 just for tonight.”

Matt grinned. “Really? That's great!”

“Yeah, and almost all of them said that they had heard of us through the Bulletin article.”

Matt sighed. “I know I was an asshole about that at first, but seriously, thank you for setting that interview up.”

Foggy chuckled. “Honestly I'm just glad it all worked out in the end -- both professionally and personally. Oh, and by the way, Skyler told me this morning that the Bulletin would be covering Kingpin's closure but she wasn't sure yet who would be writing the article or when exactly it would be out.”

Matt wondered if you would get the assignment – after all, you did write a lot of other stories in addition to your weekly features. “I still can't believe Kingpin actually got shut down. I mean I can believe it, but we always suspected that Fisk had most of the Health Department on his payroll and that it would never actually happen.”

Foggy huffed out a laugh. “Too bad for him that one of the few health inspectors not on the take did the inspection this time.”

Matt nodded. Mahoney was one of the honest ones. “Did Brett say anything else?”

“Just that he was sure that Fisk was going to try to appeal the shutdown but that with the number and severity of violations there was no way he was going to win it.” Foggy paused. “You know, that makes me wonder if there's going to be an internal investigation into the health department.”

Matt hummed. “It’s more than likely. Because of the shutdown they'll probably pull the records for Kingpin's previous inspections, and if they do I really wouldn't be surprised if they found discrepancies in the reports.”

He shook his head. “Alright, let’s get to work on prep. I have a feeling we're going to be a lot busier than usual tonight.”

“Hey, Ellison wants to see you right away,” Skyler said as soon as you walked into the Bulletin.

You nodded as you walked over to your desk and locked your purse in your drawer. “Okay. Coffee afterwards?” 

“Of course.”

You smoothed out your blouse and walked to Ellison's office, then knocked on the open door. “Hey, Skyler said you wanted to see me?”

Ellison nodded. “Hey, yeah, come on in.”

You walked in and closed the door, then took a seat. “What's up?”

“I wanted to fill you in on yesterday,” Ellison replied. “Although I'm sure you've probably already heard at least most of what happened.”

You nodded with a wince. “Yeah, I heard that Kelsie didn't exactly go quietly.”

Ellison huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, ‘quiet’ is definitely not a word I would've used to describe her departure. I tried to handle things peacefully without having to get security involved and without the rest of the staff knowing exactly what was going on, but she insisted on causing a scene on her way out the door.”

You shook your head as you imagined Kelsie being dragged out of the Bulletin kicking and screaming. “I bet that made for an interesting staff meeting.”

Ellison sighed. “Actually, because of her antics I spent most of the day filling out extra paperwork and had to postpone this week’s meeting to today.”

“Oh, okay.”

Ellison studied you for a moment. “So how are you doing?”

You shrugged. “All things considered, I'm actually doing okay. Chef Murdock stopped by my apartment yesterday morning to apologize for getting so upset with me over Kelsie's article, then he…” A soft smile spread across your face at the memory of your evening with Matt. “He asked me to have dinner with him.”

Ellison raised an eyebrow. “I take it from the look on your face that dinner was off the record, so to speak?”

You huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, it was.”

“Then that's all I need to know.” Ellison turned back towards his computer. “Staff meeting in 10. Tell the others for me, would you please?”

“Sure thing.” You stood and turned to leave.

“Oh.” Ellison said your name. “One other thing.”

You turned back towards him. “Sir?”

“Just so you know…” Ellison shot you a small smile. “I’m happy for you.”

You nodded with a smile of your own. “Thank you, Mitch. I really appreciate it.”

“Alright, get out of here.”

You walked out of Ellison's office. “Boss said staff meeting in 10 minutes, everyone,” you announced as you exited Ellison's office.

“And don't be late!” Ellison chimed in from his office.

Skyler followed you to the break room. “So, how'd it go last night? I've been dying to know.”

You got your coffee cup from the cabinet and filled it with water. “Honestly, it was amazing. Matt served dinner up on his rooftop, where we ate and talked for hours before going back down to his apartment for dessert.”

A sly grin spread across Skyler's face. “Was it cake?”

You shook your head with a laugh as you poured your water into the office Keurig and put a pod in. “No, it was not cake, actually, it was chocolate mousse, which was so good.”

You closed the Keurig and pressed the start button. “Oh my gosh, that reminds me… while we were eating dessert Matt told me I had some on the corner of my mouth so I wiped at it and asked if I got it, but then he shook his head, wiped at the corner of my mouth with his thumb, then kissed me.”

Skyler huffed out a laugh. “Way to make a move.”

“I know, right?” You grinned. “Afterwards I asked him how he even knew I had chocolate mousse on my face and he suddenly got all shy and said that he didn't know, he just wanted to have an excuse to kiss me.”

Skyler shook her head. “Oh my God, that's so damn cute.”

You nodded. “I told him he didn't need an excuse to kiss me, so he kissed me again and we wound up making out in his kitchen.”

Skyler chuckled. “Get it, girl.”

You waited as your coffee finished brewing then moved your cup over to where the sugar and creamer were kept to fix your coffee to your liking while Skyler brewed hers. “Anyway, Matt said that he had been imagining all week what it would've been like to kiss me and that he definitely wants to keep seeing me, then since by that point it was getting late he walked me home before kissing me good night.”

“Aww. So when's your next date?”

You shrugged. “I’m not sure, but he said he was going to call me at some point today.”

You took a sip of your coffee before nodding in satisfaction. “So finish telling me about your date with Foggy. Did you two kiss?”

Skyler shook her head. “No, we just hugged, but he gave me a kiss on the cheek yesterday when he brought me lunch and we're getting together Sunday afternoon, so who knows what might happen?”

You grinned. “You might be getting some cake of your own soon.”

Skyler laughed. “Fingers crossed.”

She added a bit of sugar and creamer to her coffee before stirring it in. “Come on, let's get to the conference room.”

The two of you headed back down the hallway to the conference room and took your usual seats along with the rest of the staff.

A few minutes later, Ellison walked in. “Okay, let's get this over with. As most of you already know, Kelsie is no longer employed by the New York Bulletin. Before you ask, no, I'm not revealing exactly why. Just know that any sort of unethical journalistic behavior will not be tolerated and are grounds for immediate dismissal.”

Robert, who handled the local crime beat, raised his hand. “So who's taking over the food and restaurant circuit?”

“Luckily with this being Restaurant Week everything is already covered for now,” Ellison replied. “We'll be advertising the position starting next week however, so if anyone is interested, let me know.”

“Think you want to apply?” you whispered to Skyler.

“No way,” she whispered back. “Kelsie probably put a curse on the position before she left.”

Ellison cleared his throat. “Now on to important business -- this week's new assignments. Skyler, you're covering the Fall Food Festival at the community center on Thursday night.”

Skyler nodded. “No problem.“

He said your name.

You nodded. “Yes, sir?”

“It's too late to get anything about Kingpin’s shutdown to print, but do you think you can at least get me five hundred words by noon for the online edition?”

“Absolutely, sir.”

“Great. In addition, I'm approving your next three weekly features since I know you'll be busy with the food drive for the next couple of weeks and will need to fit the interviews in when you can. And speaking of the food drive, I'm issuing a personal challenge to all of you -- let's fill up those boxes and make this the best food drive possible!”

Ellison finished giving everyone their assignments. “Alright, let's move, people. The news waits for no one and we're already behind.”

You stood and headed back to the bullpen.

To your surprise, a beautiful bouquet of pink and white roses sat on your desk, your name on the small attached envelope. A note in the security guard’s handwriting accompanied it.

These arrived for you while you were away from your desk, so I took the liberty of bringing them up to you.

--Phil

Skyler gasped. “Are those from who I think they're from?”

A broad smile spread across your face. “I certainly hope so.”

You took the card out of the envelope, your heart fluttering when you saw the message printed on it.

Thinking of you and our dinner together last night. Can't wait to see you again.

--Matt

You pulled your phone out of your pocket and sent Matt a quick text. Thank you so much for the flowers. They're beautiful!

(By the way, I'm thinking of you too and also can't wait to see you again. ❤️)

You put your phone away, hoping that you'd get to thank Matt in person soon.

[judesmoonbeauty]

The Past Records: Ellis & Jude Chapter 2

Fan translation only. Not 100% accurate. Please expect grammatical errors. Cybird owns everything. Feel free to re-blog, but please do NOT post my translations elsewhere. Also, feel free to ignore my random commentary.

Translation notes are marked with ***

Jude: …..

Business Partner: I'm so glad you took the time to come visit us! These are all first class products, so please, feel free to inspect them...!

Jude: There are lots that aren't out here.

Business Partner: Yes?

Jude: Yes? No. Show me the lot, don't you understand?

Business Partner: Hm....Well, it's in a warehouse a little ways from here, so it'll take me a while to bring it to you.

Ellis: I thought you might say that, so I brought you this. This is it, right?

Business Partner: What? When did you go to....?

Jude: Isn't the quality different as what was sent to headquarters for inspection?

Jude: It's not like anything you see here.

Ellis: I don't understand. I think they all look the same.

Jude: Shut up, rotten eyes.

Ellis: OK.

Jude: So, what's this all about?

Business Partner: …..you know, uhhhh, uh, uh.....

Jude: Mistake. You tried to disguise a bad product and sell it at the price of superior quality, but that was a mistake.

Business Partner:........uh.

Jude: Well, I'll let you off the hook this time. (Me: Uh-huh.)

Jude: It was your first time, and isn't it my fault that I was mistaken as someone you could deceive with your shallow wit?

Business Partner: Eh, what? Oh.....

Jude: But at least now you know that I'm not easily fooled.

Jude: If you try anything stupid again, I'll sink your whole boat, remember?

Business Partner: Heeeee....! Yes, I understand! Sorry, thank you very much.

Alfons: Wow, did you see that El? That evil face. That's the most blackmailing thing I've ever seen.

Elbert: It's not nice to cheat people, so I guess you can see......Jude's point.

Alfons: Yes, yes, a textbook reply.

Alfons: But wouldn't that make the report more interesting, so let's dramatize it a bit.

Alfons: “Torturing and humiliating innocent citizens, Jude smiles cruelly....”

Elbert: Al, lying is not good. (Precious bbg.)

Ellis: Oh....and.

Business Partner: Hyeup! (That is a hiccup noise....I tried.)

Ellis: There seems to be some disturbing people going in and out of the warehouse you're renting these days....Do you know about it?

Business Partner: Eh!

Ellis: Oh, it's fine if you don't know. I just want to make sure you're not violating any contracts.

The business partner looks at the warehouse district for a moment, shivering with a pale face, as if he were frightened.

He immediately returned his gaze to the front and shook his head sideways like a broken toy.

Ellis: ...............

Jude: That's fine then. (Bruh done messed up.)

Jude: You know what happens of you violate the contract.

Ellis: There is a trading company that buys these defective lots at a low price for shoddy products, so you can take them there.

Ellis: Here's the contact information for the rep. Good luck.

Alfons: ….Ellis is even taking care of the of the people who deceived them by disposing of their inventory....

Alfons: A good deed unworthy of the Crown who “conquers evil with evil.”

Alfons: I'm going to have to write this down in my report to the best of my vocabulary, El?

Alfons looked back and saw that Elbert was -

A Young Lady: That young man seems to be new here....I like him...Please, just tell me your name.

A Bewitching Lady: I have a certain status in my country. Why don't you say goodbye to your troublesome mundane life and let me take care of you...

A Suspicious Painter: You're a miracle.....will you please come visit my atelier?

He was surrounded by passengers who had just disembarked from a luxury cruise ship that had just arrived in port.

Elbert: I've got something to do over there.

The wave of people coming by one after another pushed Elbert further and further away.

Alfons: Ahhh, just like bread crumbs being picked up by ducks –

Alfons: Let's cut the crap and get back to it, shall we?

Alfons: I hope they haven't noticed us tailing them.

Jude: Ellis, that thing, you're aware of it.

Ellis: Yea...what are we going to do? Catch it right away?

Jude: No.

Jude: If we're going to take care of it.....let's put it all together.

Liam: I wonder if the Al & El's tailing went well?

William: Well, what do you think?

Liam: Oh, they just got back! Welcome back......?

Alfons:............

William: You have a dark expression on your face. What's wrong?

Liam: Maybe he was a spy or something after all...?

Alfons: I have to tell you a horrifying fact.

Elbert: What is it?

Alfons: Surprisingly, those two have been working.....the entire time!!

Liam: What?! How diligent!

Elbert: It's not like it's a horrible fact.....

Harrison: Huh...is that so?

Alfons: They were working so hard there was nothing to report except that. Aren't they crazy?

Elbert: Although Jude was feared, Ellis seemed to be liked.

William: What are your views on whether Jude and Ellis can be trusted?

Alfons & Elbert:

To be frank, I really don't care. I don't know yet.

Harrison: Will this ever pay off?

Liam: Haha, it's a long road ahead.

William: Speaking of which....this reminded me of something just now.

Harrison: ….?

William: Roger was acquainted with both Jude and Ellis before they joined Crown.

Harrison: What?

William: Perhaps a little perspective might be helpful to see if they are someone we can use?

Harrison: It's....You just remembered that. That's a lie.

William: Well, I wonder.

Roger: So, what is it you want to ask me about?

Harrison: Can you tell me anything you know about Jude and Ellis before they came here?

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[just-a-random-hobbit]

Miguel O'hara × Italian!spider!reader hcs

Idk don't ask, I was in the mood for writing smth w a lot of self insert SO

Here we go

It's gonna be messy sooooo sorry not sorry

! Yes, I'm studying Spanish at school, but I'm kinda an ass w it. Sorry for the mistakes !

Since you entered the spider society you only spoke English, but sometimes some Italian words slipped

Same thing happened w Miguel and a lot of times you heard him speaking w himself in Spanish

Next thing you know is that with Miguel you talk in Italian and he talks in Spanish with you, except for a few words yow two can understand each other

An example?

"MIG, TI HO PORTATO IL RAPPORTO SULL'ULTIMA MISSIONE"

"MIG, I GOT YOU THE REPORT ABT LAST MISSION"

"Mh bueno, dámelo"

"Mh good, give it to me"

"VA BENE MA DOVE CAZZO SEI?"

"ALRIGHT BUT WHERE TF ARE YOU?"

"¿PRQUE COÑO GRITAS? ESTOY AQUÍ, ¿DONDE PIENSES QUE ESTOY?"

"WHY TF R U SHOUTING?, I'M HERE, WHERE DO YOU THINK I AM?"

Lovely

Once you brought him some 'nduja (idk maybe you're from Calabria or went there for the holidays) and he loves that, I just know that he does, you can't say otherwise

If you like football you'd watch some matches w him and talk abt them for a few days

I also just know that you two talk shit abt Americans or people in general who cook an abomination and call it "Mexican food" or "Italian food"

Spices vs herbs, an endless war in the kitchen

Sometimes false friend words kick in and the conversation is hilarious

"Mmh ayer he comido unas gambas riquisimas"

"Mmh yesterday I have some delicious shrimps"

* disgusted * "tu cosa?"

"You what?"

(Gambas in Spanish means shrimp, in Italian it means leg) (omg idk if this is a word used in Spain and not in Latino America hold on a sec) (ok in Mexico it's camarón, can we pretend for a sec that it's also used gamba?) (It's not bc I don't have a lot of dialogue ideas, ofc not...)

"¿Me traes aquél vaso porfavor?"

"Can you hand me that glass please?"

* confused * "oook?" * hand him the flower vase *

(Vaso in Spanish means glass, in Italian it means flower vase)

(Ik these situations are really clichés but I still find them cute and funny)

You are siesta/pennichella mates

Now imgine if you get closer and closer w Miguel and invite him over for the Sunday lunch, (probably since you are a spiderperson you don't have a lot of relatives anymore, BUT LET'S IMAGINE THAT AT LEAST GRANDMA IT'S STILL WITH US)

Like- how cute it would be, w grandma saying to this beast of a man: "ma stai sciupato, mangia ancora qualcosa" ("you are so thin, eat some more") and he just keeps eating what she gives him bc he can't say no.

I also think that he's not really used to big family reunions, I read a few comics but I didn't catch any hint of a big family tree, so maybe he'd be kinda disoriented if you have a really big family.

For all my northern lovelies (me included) he's gonna be surprised when he sees that we aren't the italian bubbly and cheerful stereotype, but kinda cold and grumpy.

Another thing for the northeners: he's gonna bitch abt the time we usually have lunch and dinner. Lunch at 12/13 and dinner at 19/20???? You must be joking (Yes, the average northener eats early, obviously it depends on the family. In my experience and the ones of my friends these are the usual eating times)

If you still go to school and (like me) go to school also on Saturday: he's shocked. That's it. Just shocked that you have only one day to rest. But this helps to remind him that taking breaks it's important, so you two hopefully spend some time relaxing together, taking a break from school and being spoderman/spiderwoman.

Again, for people who go to school: he listens to your meltdowns. Even if he's from the future and from another country he understands that the school system stopped evolution in the mid 20th century and it fucking sucks.

If you struggle with subjects like chemistry or science he's more than glad to help you

If you go to a liceo he kinda sees himself in you and your experience, so with lots of subject to study and standars super high

If you have Spanish as a second foreign language at school he's definitely going to help you. YOU HEARD ME? YOU AIN'T GOING ANYWHERE UNTILL YOU LEARNED PERFECTLY TODOS LOS IRREGULARES DEL SUBJUNTIVO!!!!! (I really need his help)

If you go to a professional/technical (idk how to translate themmmm) institute with subjects in the field of engineering and computers he's gonna help you if you need help, giving you some tips and extra informations so that you can be the best of your class.

Let's say that you live in Milan: there aren't a lot of skyscrapers, but there are still some buildings on which you can swing decently. Same thing goes for most of the big cities

Now let's say that you live in a small town, in the middle of the countryside, where the tallest building is the bell tower of the church: "how the fuck do you swing and jump and- do litterally all the spiderthings?" And you just show him that you attach you webs on the top of the nearest strong tree or house. He's just like:

Hhhhhh WHAT SHOULD I ADDDD

IDFKKKKK

Bye

Edit: ok got 3 more hcs

The idea of always having a sweet breakfast was kinda weird to him, and didn't really got used to it really fast. But with some time he found the combinations that he preferred: espresso and gocciole

He's team gocciole

He's also team lemon estathé

[kehkr]

i keep coming up with ideas for new fics but i really just need to update the fics i already have......

SO ANYWAY the fic idea is that kai is now an adult and ceo of hiwatari enterprises but he STILL doesn't give a shit. he goes through secretaries like they're fast food because he has unreasonable standards yet he skips meetings and important reports because idk- he's too busy jumping off the side of mountains for fun??? enterting back alley beyblade tournaments???? even tyson has moved on to taking over mr d's job but kai, nooooooo, he just rocks up to the tournament in a terrible disguise and expects tyson to not realise its him.

"kai you're too old for this!"

"fuck you!!!!!!"

anyway!

kai is a meance and his secretary, isobel, has to essentially plan his whole life, do his job for him and make sure he doesn't get into too much trouble whilst also trying to impress upon him the importance of acting like a normal responsible human being. it just so happens that isobel is just as insane as he is.

WELL I GUESS IM JUST GONNA WRITE SOME OF IT HERE? SOMEONE RESTRAIN ME

Isobel grinned, feeling an overwhelming sense of satisfaction as she opened up the calendar that she shared with her boss. Who cared what Voltaire wanted, he had stepped down from the company three years ago, this was really none of his business. After all, her job- in her opinion- was to make sure her that boss was happy, not Voltaire. He better appreciate this, thought Isobel as she typed in the schedule that she had come up with for the next week and pressed the update button. She reclined in her office chair, glad for at least a few moments of rest. Unfortunately, it did not last long. Within minutes her phone was ringing. The name on the screen flashing up, Kai Hiwatari. A feeling of dread spread through her chest. Maybe she had been wrong. "Hello?" she answered. "Why have you added a helicopter ride to my schedule next Friday?" he demanded coldly. Isobel tried her very best to be patient, taking a deep breath in before responding. "If you look at the next thing scheduled-" "Yeah, skydiving? Into…" he trailed off. "The arena…" he sounded confused. "You've scheduled me for the beyblade match?" "Of course, the only way I could fit it in was if you get the helicopter from the landing pad, the roads are so busy that time of day," she said curtly. There was a long pause. "But why did you schedule it in the first place?" "Did you not want me to? I'm very sorry Mr Hiwatari, if you'd rather I cancel the beyblade match-" "No!" he snapped, although Isobel was sure she heard an amused huff of air zoom down the phone. She smiled. "If you would also take note of the practice session the day before- we don't want you falling to your death. That would be a lot of paperwork for the firm and I don't think your Grandfather would be too pleased." "Yeah…" "Undoubtedly you will defeat your opponent in a timely manner," she continued smartly, "which will allow you time to get in the car that I have scheduled at 19:00 to take you to dinner with your fiancée, followed by an evening of drinks at the rooftop whiskey bar with your colleagues." "I- right. What's the little glasses emoji you've put at the end of the battle for?" "Mr Saien will check your beyblade over after the battle. I've also scheduled myself to meet him on Monday to give your beyblade a check-up before the match." "You contacted Kenny?" "I did." There was silence on the line which Isobel assumed could only mean that Kai Hiwatari could not find one thing to complain about. "Right. Well, uh. Good. I would have preferred not to have to go to the dinner and drinks-" "I believe it is essential to appease those who do not approve of your beyblading pursuits." "Eh- right." Her boss let out a long sigh. "Mm. Yeah. Good job Olgivy," and the phone went dead. Isobel span wildly in her chair. Kai Hiwatari had said she had done a good job! He had never said that to her, ever, in her whole entire month of working for him! Maybe she would be good at this after all!

(can't help but feel that this would suit a KaiXHil fic too lol)

[stygiansun-totaleclipse]

Get ready for a longass ask. You did this to yourself.

I fucking loved every second of your writing. You are incredibly talented. I hate that you made me cry again because i had to start from the beginning 😭

It gets me everytime!

As for the update i should maybe be concerned because your sense of humor is ridiculous 🤣🤣🤣

I love it. I took screenshots of the... wood... dialog to my friend and was like why does this sound like some shit you'd say. I laughed so much seriously the banter between everyone is wonderful and the snap backs even more so.

I loved the ❤️ options too and i take back everything i said about Farah. She's just a sad little girl that's afraid of losing more than she ever actually should have in the first place.

I'm so obsessed with your world it's crazy.

Also... yeah really wonder just what our dearest advisor wants in the library after reading about our family history.... very curious indeed. 👀

I'm tryna keep things vague as to not spoil anything for anyone else because it really is an experience. And a great one. I did find one little bug I'll attach below and just crop as to not spoil once again.

You should really be proud fen because you truly create such an immersive reading experience, and i thank u for that! ❤️

Thank you so much!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️ I'm really happy you liked it!

Sorry (not) for making you cry again but at least I made you laugh to balance it out?? :D

As for the update i should maybe be concerned because your sense of humor is ridiculous 🤣🤣🤣

I literally keep an entire document in my notes on my phone full of possible stupid/deranged dialogue and interactions whenever I think of them so...yes you probably should be concerned lol

I took screenshots of the… wood… dialog to my friend and was like why does this sound like some shit you'd say.

Aurynn 🤝 your friend <- walking innuendos

putting the rest under a cut cuz I included some spoilers ->

I feel like Farah got a bad rep with a lot of people since a lot of context for her freak out was missing without part 2 so it came across as more brattish to some, but hopefully I was able to make it clearer why she reacted like that? :) she's young and lashed out bc she's terrified she's losing everyone. She spent years being largely alone with her siblings always away and her parents often too busy for her, and after losing 4 siblings to war, her mother to grief, her only friend to a fight, her father to work, and what she thought would be her remaining siblings, she got pretty hysterical. But she feels terrible about it and will want to make it up to mc. :)

Also… yeah really wonder just what our dearest advisor wants in the library after reading about our family history…. very curious indeed. 👀

Aurynn: "Purely coincidental. There are thousands of tomes sealed in that vault. Don't you think you're reading a bit too much into this? Like I said--I just wanted to look over their collection on deviant illusion magic. You'd be surprised how hard it is to find tomes on deviant magic. It's not all that common, you know?"

Also, that bug 🐛 should be fixed now--thanks for reporting it!

Thank you for playing through the update and taking the time to share your thoughts!! I really appreciate it and I'm glad you liked it!! ❤️❤️❤️ :D

[gregoftom]

So I totally agree with all the stuff about how its frustrating that fans seem to be adamant that Greg has like no skills or ability at all? Bc that is first of all just plainly untrue—he is just really awkward, a bit naive, and has some trouble communicating orally (of course I have my own thoughts on how people perceive or treat nd/autistic people)

But I think a lot of people struggle to recognize how difficult a lot of the things Greg accomplishes on the show are. Every big move he makes takes significant analysis and understanding of people and Greg is often doing it on the fly lolol AND he is new to this life!! One/two years is not going to get you acclimated in every aspect of business and Greg is following along as well as people who have been in the game for years or even decades. Plus even though Greg’s speaking style is…unique where he used a lot of big words/prose like speech, it is never in a way that makes it seem like he is using big words to sound smarter or anything? He clearly has a expanded and complex vocabulary, he just has some issues with the delivery of his speech.

Also it is plainly written in the show that Greg assists or has assisted Tom with a good chunk of his job. He has probably dealt with so many fires and difficult personalities just so Tom doesn’t have to.

Tbh I would love to see Tom find out about all the random shit that has happened at ATN/Waystar that he has no idea about bc Greg just dealt with it for him. Greg probably has long-ass email chains BEEFING with other Waystar employees because of all of the shit he has to take care of

I AM HUGGING AND KISSING THIS ASK WITH ALL MY STRENGTH BC YOUUUUU GET IT. people do do that and i think that unfortunately a lot of the time it's just like. character hate with no basis nor any kind of attempt to try and understand him which is like. it's all very well and good to have a dislike for a character or not want to bother with them but you also can't like. ignore. things about them lol? and then some things staaart to sound a little :/ it's better to just not talk about the character at all, at least imo.

but yeah he is not stupid he's just. yeah everything you said and exactly, he assisted tom in a lot of ways and even like. took care of really responsibly aspects of it and learned and absorbed very fucking quickly if we are to believe the timeline of the damn ass show which is like. 1-2 years or whatever the fuck but regardless it was way fast so that alone should be applauded and taken into account.

YEAH on god i'm so pressed that tom didn't know about like. half the shit that greg did for him. i'm glad at least in america decides he sees greg taking some fucken report or whatever from billy???? or whoever tf and did a lil smile tee hee but yeah he should've seen WAY more of what he did. BEEFING WITH OTHER WAYSTAR EMPLOYEES ALSKAS:A EMAIL CHAINS I'M CRYING please god someone write thissss into a fic or Something ohnfkm,fs,dflremgr

[chaotic-archaeologist]

Hi, I am currently studying archaeology in the Netherlands and I want to go into commercial archaeology. I have already completed a few weeks of internships with such a company and now that I am back at uni there is something I would like your thoughts on that I am conflicted about.

Within commercial archaeology they use Dutch in all their reports and out on the field, which was difficult for me to get used to because I am so used to English, since all my courses are taught in English. This is both to encourage international student and because the academic community is primarily English, I understand that, and I agree that communication is very important.

Thus, I struggle with not feeling prepared and like a part of my background is being taken from me, because I do not have the same proficiency in Dutch writing as in English, while also wanting to encourage communication in science.

I think this is an interesting discussion and I'd like more imput on it. Thanks for entertaining my musings :D

Hello my Dutch dirtling,

I think you're totally justified in your feelings. Rightly or wrongly, English is increasingly becoming the language of academia, and it's sneaking in in insidious ways just like what you describe.

In an ideal world, I agree that you would have Dutch writing proficiency, especially for highly specialized genres like academic writing and site reports. I'm glad that at least some sector of Dutch archaeology is using your own language, but I understand your frustration.

You mention that you are still in the midst of your studies. If I may, I think the issues you have raised would be an excellent topic for a paper in one of your classes, should you get the opportunity. Just because this is the way things are now doesn't mean that this is always how they will or should be. Call attention to what you are seeing. I think there are a lot of people who will agree with you.

-Reid

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Your disability au makes me so happy. I’m so glad it exists

I am glad you enjoy it, thank you for reading these unpolished lil blurbs :)

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Gen, 1.7k words, Hyrule-focused with Legend, Wild, and Time making appearances. I'm not perfect with writing blind characters, but I did my best! AO3 link here.

Legend hasn't mentioned anything all day, and Hyrule isn't going to push it, but… Last time Legend's breathing sounded like this, he'd been stuck in bed for the next five days. He sounds like he can't get enough air, and he's leaning on his cane with a lot more weight than usual. --- Hyrule has an idea. Disability AU!

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Legend hasn't mentioned anything all day, and Hyrule isn't going to push it, but… Last time Legend's breathing sounded like this, he'd been stuck in bed for the next five days. He sounds like he can't get enough air, and he's leaning on his cane with a lot more weight than usual. 

Hyrule sticks close to him all day, intervening when he can to make sure Legend doesn't have to move more than he has to. He's pretty sure Legend notices, but Legend probably knows that if he says something, Hyrule will announce his difficulty to everyone, and for whatever reason, Legend doesn't want that right now. 

They're not walking much, at least. They'd cleared out a cell of monsters out in the swamps of Time's world yesterday, and today they all smell like swamp water and monster blood. Wild and Time have gone off into town to get some supplies, and Hyrule is only a little suspicious of their motives for going alone together. The rest of them hang out in the non-swampy trees outside the fence of a grazing pasture, washing themselves and their clothing in the shallow river nearby. 

Hyrule himself hasn't done much washing yet, but he knows that someone will get after him if he doesn't finish up. It's just a little swamp mud. It never hurt anybody. 

"So, what's our plan moving forward?" Twilight asks from across the campfire. The vague blotch of shadow that Hyrule's pretty sure is him lowers, sitting down. 

Everyone pauses in the way that tells Hyrule that Warriors is signing, and he waits somewhat patiently for Sky's translation. It comes a moment later, off to Hyrule's left.

"Right. We have a few options, here. There are the desert rumors, the reports from the fields, and Castle Town. Wars says that he remembers Wild saying he needs a few things."

"They're in town right now, though," Wind says, coming over to the fire. He sounds like he's been running, and Twilight makes an affronted noise. Wind probably splashed him or something. 

Four hums. "Sure, they're in town, but that doesn't mean he can find everything he needs. Some of our maintenance is getting a little low, though. Is the field outside the town?"

"Usually is," Legend says. He shifts, biting back a grunt of what Hyrule is pretty sure is pain. "We're probably equipped to take on a desert as is, but if we're low on anything, probably best to head that direction first. We never know when we'll run into towns again."

"We've run into them pretty consistently," Sky says uncertainly. "The goddess must be watching, to make sure we never go too long."

Legend snorts at that. "Okay, but we never know if or when that could change. I think we should aim for town."

"Hoarder," Twilight accuses with a smile evident in his voice, and Legend just shrugs. 

"Resources are precious."

Hyrule knows that very few of them see things like that. They hoarded out of necessity, not so much for fun. It wasn't just food, either—clothing, dishes, sturdy bags, good leather, it all became important to have when you didn't have much. 

"Are we voting?" Four asked. "Because Wild and Time are still gone, and they likely have valuable insights, too."

"Wars says he doesn't think we even need to vote," Sky said after a pause. "We all seem to be in agreement."

"I know I'd appreciate stocking up," Hyrule adds. It may be a little strange that he's advocating for going into a town instead of away from it, but hopefully his reasoning isn't suspect. He really thinks they need to get somewhere that Legend can lay down and be safe, and fast. He tilts his head as he thinks of something interesting. The more he turns the idea over in his head, the more he likes it. Hmmm… 

Wind flops down with a thump. "Guess we're going into town, then. What I wouldn't give for the rolling waves under my feet for once."

"As long as I'm firmly on solid ground," Four says, "you can do what you want."

Hyrule picks up his stick and climbed to his feet. "I'll go tell Time and Wild!" He can't let the others stop him, though, so he runs off. 

"Hey! What? Wait!" Twilight yells, and Wind laughs. 

Hyrule doesn't get as far as he wants before he has to slow to make sure he doesn't bump into anything dumb. The pasture fence still runs along on his left, and the ground becomes a little rockier. He doesn't hear anyone following him, though, so that's good. 

Unfortunately, Hyrule is now faced with a few other issues. Until this adventure with the others, he hadn't really run into any towns as full as this one. He doesn't entirely know where to find Time and Wild, and he doesn't entirely know how to go about looking for them. That isn't going to stop him, though. 

Hyrule keeps his back as straight as Warriors always insists it should be, keeps the end of his staff hovering over the ground, and does his best to not appear lost as he passes the fence into town. He knows from the others that this town has, at best, three taverns and one hundred families. It sounds pretty large to Hyrule, but he knows that his world is a bit abnormal in that regard. 

He follows the sounds of people talking and cuccos squawking, unsure where the roads are but willing to try and figure it out. The buildings get in the way of the sound sometimes, making the town confusing. He just doesn't have enough practice navigating populated areas like this. 

Just as Hyrule begins to get frustrated, he hears Wild's voice. 

"—but I think we got enough to—"

"Wild!" Hyrule calls with a smile, just loud enough to be heard. He turns that direction, but can tell that there's a lot of foot traffic. He hesitates, but luckily, Wild runs up before he has to move anywhere. 

"Hey, Hyrule. Lost?" Wild is definitely smiling. 

"Maybe a little. Where's Time?" 

"Right behind me. We're about done." Wild stands so their shoulders nearly touch, and Hyrule feels a little less jittery, knowing that Wild will notice threats even if Hyrule doesn't. 

Sure enough, Time approaches, wearing his distinctive armor. "Hyrule. Did you come alone? Is something the matter?" 

Wild sucks in a breath next to him. 

Hyrule waves a hand. "No, no, no. Nothing's wrong. I ran off before anyone could follow me on purpose. I'm supposed to be telling you that most of us think we should head for Castle Town first, to stock up for the desert."

"Oh," Wild says. "We're… pretty stocked already, though."

"Well, it never hurts to be more stocked," Hyrule shrugs, then shakes his head. "But I have an ulterior motive—do you think we could get a cart of some kind here? A little one we don't need an animal to pull?" 

Wild and Time are quiet for a moment, and the ambient noise is too great for Hyrule to guess what they're doing. He waits. 

"Honestly," Time says, "it isn't a bad idea, and something small would probably be fine in the portals, like that time we had Epona with us for a cycle. But I have to ask, Hyrule, why the secrecy?"

Hyrule shifts his weight. "So… remember when Legend was stuck in bed in Tarrey Town?" 

"That's happening again," Time says.

It isn't a question, but Hyrule nods anyway. "Soon. But he's not telling anyone, which is stupid. Maybe it won't be as bad, or he doesn't want to slow us down, or… I don't know. But I can tell."

"What if we get dumped into snow?" Wild asks. "Or water? Or rocks?" 

"Well…" Hyrule begins, "you said that furniture fits into your slate, right? I mean, Four's chair does, so maybe we can find something like that."

Time grunts his agreement. "It needs to be sturdy, then. Something we can repair if necessary. Ideally large enough to hold three people… or two people and Four." 

Hyrule smiles, glad to hear that they took his suggestion seriously. He'd almost worried that they wouldn't. "Think we can find one here?" 

"Never know unless we check!" Wild loops his arm through Hyrule's. "Maybe near where that guy was selling chairs?" 

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Hyrule does not take credit for the cart when they get back, and Legend takes full advantage of it the next day. He can't disguise the pain he's in, but he doesn't put up too much of a fight when everyone bullies him into the cart. The episode he's having doesn't seem as bad as it had, back in Wild's town, but it's still enough to make Hyrule grateful that they have the cart. 

Warriors taps Hyrule on the arm, and Hyrule takes the cue to swap out at the cart's handle. It fits two people up at the front, and honestly, pulling the cart sometimes is far more pleasant than carrying their heavy packs all the time. They haven't slowed down, either, and Hyrule can see the cart helping them out a lot. He's been thinking about how to pin a tarp to it to make a makeshift tent in the case of no trees. 

Hyrule keeps his hand on the cart as he falls back, and finds the corner where he'd tucked his cane. Twilight had been pushing with him, and had been liberal with his comments about rocks and bumps in the path, so he hadn't needed it while pushing. Hyrule puts the cane into his left hand, holding it where it's comfortable, and reaches into the cart with his right. His fingers brush packs and packs, until they hit the lump of blanket that's Legend. He lets a little magic buzz through, enough to resonate a little with Legend's own and do some very superficial healing, but not enough to really deplete his reserves. 

"That doesn't do anything," Legend grumbles, barely intelligible. His voice is a little muffled, like his face is poking out of a blanket. 

Hyrule smiles. "I know. But it lets you know I'm here."

There's a long pause. "...you knew I wasn't feeling good. This is your doing."

"How would I know what you feel?" Hyrule asked innocently. 

"I don't know. You're weird."

"Thanks, Legend." Hyrule pats Legend's shoulder, and is rewarded with a tap back on his hand.