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Welcome To The Pack: To Wakanda

Summary- 7k. Steve Rogers x You. You have been injected with an unknown substance, going into a coma like state and your wolf is unable to be found by the Alpha. Bruce is also at a loss, but there may be someone who can help. Warnings- Smut, use of needles, implied bad stuff from Brock, etc etc.

A/N- Thank you so much for the love given from everyone for this series. And also being patient with me while my internet is currently being a pain in the ass. Hope you all enjoy this chapter. Much Love always.

A/N 2- feedback is welcome, I really do love hearing what you all think, and ways to improve.

Chapter 6 / Pack Masterlist

Tony had a migraine from hell, he was sitting at his desk, his head pounding for some unknown reason.

<You do know though.> The Wolf sauntered to him, licking his jaws and arching his neck in a stretch. <Ross is breathing down your neck, Clint took off with a jet for an unknown reason, and you haven’t run with your mate in over a week. You should go to Pepper, and retire to Central Park for the day. Or leave the city. That would be even better.>

Tony sighed as he leaned back forward, rubbing at his temple as he opened the drawer and pulled out some painkillers for there kind. A headache required more than the human use of pain relievers. Shaking out a couple of tablets, he popped them, and his Wolf sighed as it pushed to a stand, shaking out his sleek fur and retreated further into Tony’s mind.

I know your right… I miss Pepper.

<Well she’s just a few floors down.> The Wolf snarked over his shoulder before leaping further from Tony’s current conscious. Tony pissed him off, he knew that. About to push from his desk to go see his mate, the beast wasn’t wrong in that. Or any of it. It had been too long, just before the went to Steve’s pack, since they redid their bonds, reaffirmed the strength of there mating and the bites, his body ached for hers. Immensely. The migraine resounded in his temples as a reminder.

It was then Friday buzzed online, making an announcement. ‘Boss, A unauthorized jet approaches.’ And Tony growled even louder this time. “Is it Barton with my jet? It better be.”

‘Yes, Sir. I’m patching him through right now.’ There was a moment of silence, then a whoosh sound. “Barton? Why the fuck you take my jet? It better be in one piece.” Tony said loud enough for it to go through, and he could hear Barton chuckle on the other end.

“Nat called me that there was some trouble going down Stark. You out of anyone know that I’m going to go if my Alpha needs me.” Tony snorted, although he knew it was true. Rogers probably didn’t know just how deep his packs loyalties lay for him. Barton’s voice broke through again, following Tony as he left the office and headed up to the top of the tower. “Steve’s with me, as well as Bucky, Natasha, and Y/N. Y/N is in bad shape, Tony. Steve needs your help.”

Tony stalled his strides, just before he approached the elevators, frowning. The Alpha of the Mountain Pack needed help? That had never happened. “Care to repeat that Barton?”

“Tony? It’s Steve.” The Alphas voice came over, and Tony couldn’t lie, it sounded strained. “Y/N was shot with a dart, she was in immense pain, claimed she couldn’t feel her wolf, and now she won’t wake up.” Even Tony’s Wolf came striding back to the more conscious part of his mind, the Alpha pinning his ears back in distress at the other Mans admission. “I don’t know anywhere else that might have the capability to help her.”

Tony punched the button to the elevator, and instead of going up to meet them, he was going to the next level. “Bring her to Bruce’s Lab, Barton and Nat know where it is. I will meet you down there.” Once the doors opened, he stepped on, and the door swiftly shut behind him, descending.

Barton landed the jet, and opened the hatch, shutting off all the switches in quick maneuvers. Steve collected You, pressing you protectively against his chest as he followed Natasha out of the jet, and she got them into the towers once she hit her security code. Steve’s face melded from worried to calm, collected. He was in another Alphas territory, and any sign of stress from him could invite a challenge from another wolf. His fingers though, they pressed into your skin, his heart thudded in his chest, aching with every beat, constantly seeking you, and now that he could feel you against him, his breathing turned to match yours, the way his heart racing started to slow. Even in this state, you were his calm. Now if only he could bring you back to him. His Wolf was still howling for you, an echo constantly in his mind as he sought your Little Wolf. Even without the bond, he still could sense her when they were human. Now the Silver Wolf couldn’t, and it was breaking the Alpha.

Once the doors opened, Tony and Bruce stood there, a hospital stretcher ready, but Steve brushed past it, not wanting to let you go. Bruce was about to say something, but Natasha rested her hand against his arm, giving a slight shake of her head. Steve was already close to snapping, its best not to push him. His words changed, tilting his head to the man. “This way, we have a room set up for her.” Pushing the stretcher to the side, they all followed along with Bruce, and came into a comfortable looking room. A large hospital bed was set up, and Steve was careful to set you down on the pristine white cotton sheets. Bruce waited patiently for Steve to settle next to his mate before he approached. Holding his hands up for the Alpha to see him, lowering his head a bit to show his neck. “I promise not to do any harm to your mate Alpha, but you have to trust me, okay. I have to examine her and that will require me touching her.”

Steve Wolf growled, eyeing the man, and Steve to drew in Bruce’s scent, it was an intermingling of differences that shouldn’t exist in their society. But it did.

Bruce’s condition was well known, why he was loosely tied to Tonys Pack. Tony was one of the only packs that could help Bruce. The Man, he wasn’t an Alpha, gentle to the core, nothing more than a healer and had no drive to really be with a pack. His Wolf though, a Alpha through and through. And not just an Alpha, but a beast unnatural. He had been mutated through an accidental experiment, and it left Bruce almost unable to control him. Tony provided him with space, still in a pack, yet able to work on his own. Steve took all this information into account when he gave a gentle nod, giving him permission to handle you. That nod set Bruce into action, calling forth a nurse, and they worked around Steve, who wouldn’t leave your side, his hands enclosed around yours, keeping contact with yours.

Come back to me Little One.

Bucky gathered the two panther cubs in his arms, the kittens have come around to him during the jet ride. One slept in the crook of one arm, the other perched on the White Wolf’s shoulder, squeaking in excitement at all that was going on. Barton followed him off, and they to enter the Tower, heading straight to Bruce’s lab. Once they exited the elevators, they caught sight of Natasha and Tony, looking through a window into a room, both men could hear Natasha filling Tony in on what had happened that night. Hearing them, Tony looked at gaffed a laugh at the sight.

“Barnes looks like you got some stowaways.” Tony grinned, and Bucky shifted the sleeping kitten to his other arm.

“Pierce, had them locked up, figured maybe you could get them back to there families?” Bucky asked hopefully, knowing that the Black Panthers didn’t typically reside in the northern forests of the eastern part of the states.

“I don’t think that should be a problem,” Tony stated with a nod, his sight catching Pepper coming to join them, and as she approached, he held his arm out to her, and she slid into his side just where she always did, listening as he continued. “King T’Challa had actually contacted me about his missing Panthers a couple of weeks ago. He will be pleased to get back the children taken. Uh… you didn’t happen to see any adult panthers there?”

Bucky gave a sorrowed shake of his head as the awake kitten perched on his shoulder wailed softly, and Pepper immediately crooned to him, holding out her arms for the kitten to leap into the woman’s arms, hiding against her for comfort. Tony cleared his throat, getting his answer.

“These Cubs need to be fed, and allowed to shift back.” Pepper said softly as she stroked the distraught kitten fur. “I can take them to go shift, get a proper meal and rest while you all arrange the flight home for them.” she offered and Bucky nodded, handing the sleeping kitten over. She tilted to kiss Tony’s cheek before retreating with them, speaking softly. “Get to go home soon, how does that sound to you two?” A sounding high pitched meow reached the group’s ears.

Turning to watch Bruce work on You, Bucky wasn’t surprised to see Steve right there, refusing to leave her side. “First off, what the fuck did he shoot Y/N with, and how did that son of a bitch get Panther cubs?”

“That’s what Bruce is trying to find out now, and the panther cubs… I’m guessing someone smuggled them out of the country. Which means I have a King to contact. Natasha, you know this place, whenever Steve is ready, you can show him the live-in quarters, you to Barnes.”

“Thanks, Stark” The White Wolf opened his hand to shake it, which was evenly matched before he turned away. Once they were alone, just Bucky, Clint, and Natasha, Bucky spoke up. “I can’t stay, Rumlow still has Cass. Now that Pierce is dead… I have to find her quickly.”

Barton and Natasha looked at each other, knowing neither one of these Wolves could be left alone.

“How about I come with you, Barnes? We can pick up where the trackers are now. This is what I’m trained to do.” Barton shrugged. “I also got transportation here for us, and Stark cant bitch about me taking it.”

“And I will stay with Steve and Y/N, keep you updated on what is going on.” Natasha offered, knowing Barnes was hard-pressed to leave there Alpha.

“Thank you two…” Barnes said softly, his gaze not breaking from the scene in the next room.

Steve was thrumming his thumb over your pulse, which was so calm, it was like you were sleeping. Bruce had drawn blood, had you hooked to monitors that beeped excessively. They were driving Steve and his Wolf nuts trying to make sense of what the numbers all meant. Luckily the scientist did, as well as the nurse assisting him, but neither said if it was good or bad, just an occasional ‘Hmm’

Patience Beast.

<I’m trying Steve> The Silver Wolf responded with a defeated sigh.

“Alpha?” Bruce started but Steve immediately cut him off.

“Please, its Steve.” He warily smiled, the adrenaline from the night had finally left him, the usually proud Alpha just look beat and tired now, sitting on the bed.

“Steve, we’ve checked her over, and from what we can tell, she is okay. In the Human Sense. Her pressures are good, shes breathing, there is still functions of her brain. I have no fear that her body can’t function. From what I can tell… shes simply shut herself down from the trauma. As far as her Wolf, we can’t find any trace of her in her system. None of the scans picked her up.” It was impossible to miss the whine that came from the Alpha and how his eyes clouded over a moment, but Bruce ignored it, continuing. “I might not be the man for this Steve, but… You said she was injected. I was able to isolate the compound in her bloodwork. Now I can’t be certain, but it seems to be biological. I don’t necessarily know for sure, but there is a plant that might be used for this kind of thing.”

Steve’s head shot up, his eyes wide. “Where is it, and is there a cure Dr.Banner?” The Wolf perked up too, his ears straining to hear Bruce’s next words.

“The plant only originates in one place, Wakanda. And Wakanda has one of the most brilliant scientific minds I know of. Her name is Shuri, the Kings sister. She would know more about the plants capabilities then I can begin to understand. They use it in a few rituals when appointing the new king. It diminishes there powers, sedates there beasts almost into a slumbering state so that they can prove that the person can lead their people as much as the animal.” Bruce witnessed Steve turning back to look at You, his eyes willing you to wake up, but there was no movement from you. “Would to much kill the animal you think Doctor?”

“I really can’t say Steve, I simply don’t know enough about it. It’s not something we have here, and the Wakanda people guard their crops fiercely. I wouldn’t even begin to guess how someone would have gotten there hands on such a plant. Now with how strong Wakandas borders are.”

“I have to talk to Tony about this, but I can’t leave her.” Steve drifted off, even though you were safe, he just couldn’t pry himself from you. Natasha knocked on the door and opened it gently.

“Let me sit with her, I will stay till you can return Steve.” She offered and the even though the Wolf protested, Steve pressed your palm to his mouth, giving a soft affectionate nip before easing your hand back to the mattress. “Thank you, Natasha.”

The Red Head nodded, switching spots. “Shes my packmate to. Bucky is out there, Starks floor is one up, that’s where he will be.”

With a nod, Steve took one last look at you, peaceful and small looking in the oversized bed, quick to exit the door. Wait any longer and his resolve would fold.

Tony was once more at his desk, and the phone was ringing when a message came through from Bruce, giving him a bit of an update. Tony’s brows arched curiously at this new bit of info, that you were possibly injected with a organic matter made for this particular situation. Wonder how many other people were subjected to the same fate. A click drew him back, an accented voice speaking on the other end. “Stark, its good to hear from you.”

“Likewise T’Challa. I might have some good news for you. Two cubs were found by a neighboring pack and brought them to me. They are young, I’m hoping they are your missing children.” Tony could hear the sharp muffle of the phone being covered and the king’s voice talking to someone before he came back. “Yes, two were taken along with there mother. No sign of the female?”

“No… I’m sorry, Pierce might not have taken her if he bought the cubs off a smuggler, or might have already sold her off to another.” Tony didn’t want to share the wall of skins, it was just so horrific to think about.

“Thank You, the two cubs was more then we had hoped to be able to bring home, I will notify my trackers looking through the states of this news, send them to you if you could possibly direct them to where they were found. Maybe they can pick up a trail.”

“Absolutely. I will send the cubs back to you, just as soon as they are looked over and given a bit of proper rest. My Mate is tending to them now, and they seem to be in fairly good health. I also have something else to discuss with you King.”

“What is it?” The Panther said softly, his tone said he was half expecting more bad news.

“The pack that found them, the Alphas Mate was darted, and her Wolf, it’s gone. Dr.Banner isolated an organic compound in her blood that might be the cause. But this is out of his expertise. If the Alpha could bring her over with the cubs, could Shuri try to bring her back? Shes slipped into something like a coma and shows no signs of waking up, although she appears to be healthy.”

T’Challa was silent a moment before there was a rumbling answer, and Tony suspected it was distress about the Alphas Mate, it had unsettled him the same way thinking about what if that had happened to Pepper. “Of course, send the Alpha Wolf and his Mate along, we will do all we can to help them.”

“Thank you King. I will be contacting you soon.”

As he hung up, Steve and Bucky came into the office, and Tony swept a hand to the chairs in front of his desk, waiting till the men settled. “Before you say anything, Steve, it’s already arranged. You will be taking Y/N to Wakanda for Shuri to help her. Now, I heard what Natasha said, but you want to tell me officially. The Council will want to know.”

Steve bared his teeth in agitation but started in on all that had happened. “I sent Bucky and Natasha to check out this pack as you know. They were immediately taken.” Bucky then took over, telling all about how he was collared, how the collar impacted his beast in chains. “It wasn’t anything like the magic of Wanda, but blood magic. Way to much power in it. And then I was to be sold off to Hydra.” Tony stayed silent listening. “Once we managed to escape, we contacted our Alpha.”

“And that was it. I had enough to challenge Pierce. We met him on his turf, called him out. He has a whole underground facility my wolves are sorting through now with Sam in charge. After Y/N was shot, we left to get her here as soon as possible. I’m indebted to you.” Steve said solemnly, and Tony waved it away.

“Don’t, if it was the other way around, I know you would do anything you could for Pepper, Rogers. Besides, I like Y/N, shes good. She would have been a wolf I would have welcomed to my pack should she had come to my borders easily. I will have a cleanup crew go to help Sam, so please let him know beforehand.”

Steve nodded, but now he was anxious to return to You, not that he didn’t trust Natasha, but this wasn’t home. He wasn’t in control here, and he didn’t want to risk leaving you in an unfamiliar place.

“I think we’re settled here, Peppers taking care of the Kits now. I will have it all set up to fly you to Wakanda in the morning Steve.” The Alphas all rose, shaking hands and with that all was said and done.

On the way out, Bucky paused Steve. “Brother, I wish I could go with you. But there’s still Rumlow. I have to find Cassandra. She’s only in this mess cause we’ve been, well I don’t know really what we’ve been doing. But my association has gotten her captured.”

Steve cursed inwardly, the Wolf guiltily laying back his ears. How could they forget Bucky’s own situation. “Of course, please gather any of the pack you need for tracking them.”

Both men stepped once more on the elevator. “Barton is coming with me, and I’m going to ask the twins. Pietro is skilled like Barton is, better then I could ever be, and Wanda is a powerful healer already. I don’t know what condition I will find Cassandra. Natasha, she will be going with you to Wakanda.” Bucky swallowed deeply, and Steve clasped his shoulder.

“What Brock did, it isn’t your fault Buck.”

“Isn’t it though? If I never messed around with her, she wouldn’t be taken from her home, and god knows what he’s done to her. I should have known better, she’s a human, and I’m just an animal. I never had any intention of taking her as my mate, I should have just left after that first night.” Bucky started to confess, and Steve couldn’t help the twinge in his chest at Bucky’s pain. He knew the White Wolf had long ago decided that he wouldn’t take a mate, but the lone wolf still had a desire for a connection, which he had apparently found in this woman. His hand gave Buckys shoulder another squeeze before letting it slide away.

“You will find her and return her home, Buck. As soon as I come back from Wakanda, I will join you. You are not alone in this.”

Bucky turned haunted eyes to his Alpha, his brother, and gave a nod. “Till the end of the line.”

“Till the end of the line” Steve repeated before the door opened.

Steve relieved Natasha and he stretched out next to your unconscious form, and half slept till morning when they were collected and taken to the airport, a more comfortable ride set up for the five of you. The Panthers had shifted back at Peppers urging, and now joining You, Steve and Natasha were two children. A girl looking to be eight or nine, and a boy looking to be much younger, maybe five if Steve had to guess. Both the kids bid farewell to Bucky, hanging off his neck as they hugged him and he embraced them both and gave the young boy a ruffle of hair. “Yall come back to visit me, okay? But like next time we will have some fun. No locks or cages, that I promise.” Natasha nudged Steve with a grin and whispered to him. “He’s a natural.”

Steve had to chuckle watching him. “Yes, he really is. He always had been.” he said softly before Bucky approached them, the man looking between his Alpha and Natasha. “Well, you crazy kids don’t get into any tussles with the Panthers. Means no growling at them, Steve.” He gave a mock warning leaving the Alpha growling at Bucky and Natasha grinning as she stepped forward and hugged Bucky. “Stay safe Buck, I’m not gonna be there to keep you out of trouble.”

Bucky returned the hug with a laugh, kissing her temple. “Well that’s just not exciting then is it.” Turning to Steve the two men shared a hug too, slapping each other on the back. “Bring Y/N home man, we all just got her, not ready to lose her yet.”

“That’s the goal, keep us updated Buck, and like Natasha said, stay safe.” The two men separated and together Natasha and Steve went onto the plane, and the door shut. Bucky turned the opposite way, joined with Barton, the two wolves preparing for the hunt.

The flight was a long one and almost immediately Steve retreated with you, you were laid out, head on his lap as his fingers carded through your hair, his head tilted back with closed eyes, his Wolf was in a semi-relaxed state, only once in a while did the beast raise himself up to pace, using Steves senses to check on you, keep an eye on what was going on around him. Steve felt the Wolf stir, giving a soft growl to alert the man that someone was approaching him when his eyes sprang open to the boy standing in front of him with wide eyes. Steve straightened up a bit and softened his features to smile. “Hello, my name is Steve, what’s yours?” He removed his hand from your hair and held it out to the kid, offering him a peaceful shake. The kid took his hand and turned it, tracing the line of his palm as if studying it before letting go, and he spoke in his native language, which Steve simply shook his head and shrugged not understanding. The girl soon came, looking for her companion. “He said his name is Zane, sorry, my brother can not speak English yet, he was just starting to learn when we were abducted, but he does understand it. My name is Audre.”

“I’m sorry that happened to you two, If I had known, I would have been there sooner for you,” Steve said sincerely, the two children gave a smile and shook their heads, holding no ill will towards the Alpha. “Were glad you came when you did. I had been trying to break the lock, but had no luck. We were being sold soon to some of that man’s friends.”

“Well, you don’t have to worry about that man any longer. I promise he won’t be coming for anyone, ever again.” Steve’s hand went back to your hair, brushing through it. Zane stepped in closer and his hand went to touch your face, near your temple and tracing over your forehead and down the bridge of your nose. Speaking again, his sister was quick to translate. “He asked why is she sleeping the deep sleep?”

The Wolf paused, twisting his ears.

Steve looked down at you, his own hand cupping the side of your face, and letting his fingers brush along your cheeks. “She was hurt, by the man that kept you two caged. She is my mate, and I miss her very much. I’m hoping your King and his sister can bring her back to me.”

The little boys eyes shined as he turned to his sister, speaking hurriedly. His sister listened and then turned back to Steve.

“He says she feels you, and misses you very much Alpha. That she can hear you but is lost while searching for her Little Wolf. She went deep inside, and is looking for her way back to you. But she can feel you calling her, your touches. She was scared but knows you are keeping her safe. And… “ She turned back to her brother and listened again, nodding as she repeated it. “That it felt good to be held last night, she was worried you would leave her alone.”

“No, never would I leave her alone.” Steve’s other hand was heavy on your hip, keeping a hold on you and the kids smiled, the little boy reaching out to pat Steve’s chest and say something else.

“Zane says your a good Alpha, and that she is lucky to have you. She will return home, and you two will be okay once more.” Audre hugged her brother around his shoulders and looked down at him. “Come brother, The Alpha is tired and needs to rest before we get back home, let him be with his mate.” Leading him away, Steve pondered what they had told him, leaning his forehead down to press against yours, breathing you in deeply. Although your scent wasn’t entirely the same, he was still swept up on the honeysuckle softness that was all yours. “I promise I’m not going anywhere Little One.” Still, nothing, although he was now convinced you heard him.

A short time later Natasha came to find him, sitting down next to the Alpha. This time her familiar scent washed over him, and he didn’t bother to open his eyes to his packmate, but listened closely.

“Were about to land. T’Challa and the King’s Warriors are meeting us to welcome us. They will escort us to Shuri’s quarters and start treating Y/N right away.”

Steve sighed quietly and opened his eyes to smile at Natasha. “Good. Zane and Audre came to see me a bit ago. Told me that she could still hear me, feel me.”

Natasha could feel and see the pain her Alpha was in, and she reached over to drape her arm over his shoulders, sliding in closer to the two of them. “Then you should believe them, I think she knows your with her Steve, you two are connected in far more ways then just the mating bite could provide. Maybe you two are those soul mates actually destined to belong together, and not just making it work.”

Steve still stared down at you and nodded. “Perhaps your right.” Somewhere deep inside his mind, the Wolf howled again, calling for you to return to him. And Steve could have sworn you stirred a bit under his touch.

Natasha was correct. When they came off the plane, there was a full escort accompanying the king. The kids squealed as they ran off the plane, a man rushing forward to gather the two kids into his arms, kissing the two all over there faces with what had to be the happiest tears streaking down his face. All three spoke with such rapidity, that Steve couldn’t even fathom what was being said, but he pressed his mouth to your ear, whispering. “That is the happiest family reunion I’ve ever seen.” His blue eyes squinted in the bright sun, and soon caught sight of T’Challa approaching him and Natasha, the man had a easy way about him, calm. His language was that of a lazy cat, strolling as if all belonged to him. He clasped Steves shoulders and the two men bowed there heads to each other out of respect and T’Challa did a similar motion to Natasha before looking at you in Steve’s arms.

“Let us get her quick to Shuri, eh? The sooner we can return your queen to you, the sooner we can celebrate her and the cubs return to the Clans.” Looking over his shoulder, he gave an order, and his warriors brought forth a carrier to bring them all back. Steve and Natasha stepped up, and their eyes traveled the ranks, surprised it was nothing but female warriors.

“Ah, the Womans Clan is the fiercest amongst us. You ladies will fight harder than any male, correct?” T’Challa smiled at Natasha, who grinned in agreement. “Hear that Steve looks like I’m more badass then you.”

The Alpha snorted and shook his head. “Hell if I would ever deny that. You could kick my ass any day if you wanted to.”

T’Challa laughed deeply and Natasha gave a fist pump in victory, Steve still holding you close, praying you knew he meant every word. For him you were far stronger then he could ever be.

Once they arrived at the Kings home in the center of Wakanda, it was all a blur for Steve and Natasha. A young woman immediately took over and T’Challa stepped out of her way. She bent over Steve who retrained the warning growls from his beast as she pried your eyes open, and slid her hands down to your chest, waiting to feel your rhythm. “Shes matching your’s Alpha, good. She’s not to far gone. Get her on the table, quick now.” Steve followed behind the brisk walking Shuri, and once he set her down, she pressed against Steve’s chest to back him up. “I need room to work Alpha.”

“Shuri… you need to explain to him what your doing to his mate.” T’Challa followed along behind, and Steve stepped back, but wasn’t too far. “Mates have a hard time separating. Even ones that haven’t shared the entire bond yet.” The King was far more aware of his situation then Steve had thought he would be.

<Stark, I’m sure he told T’Challa everything with you and Y/N.> The wolf rumbled softly

I think your right, but that’s a good thing. The more they know the better to help Y/N.

That settled the Wolf back down, sure to keep an eye on You. Shuri started attaching wires to your forehead, temples, then tugged your shirt up enough to attach the same wires to your chest and stomach. Grabbing a needle, she put a tourniquet to your arm and tapped at the vein. “I’m monitoring brain waves. Our humans and animals are two different waves, although we are the same. Her Wolf… if its the Heart Herb, it’s not gone Alpha. It’s in hibernation.” She plunged the needle and drew out some blood, filling a tube, before pulling it away and giving a vigorous shake, tossing it to an assistant. “Check for the Heart Herb attachment to her red cells and let me know.” Steves nose wrinkled at the scent of your blood, stirring unease in him, be he pushed it down, Shuri was just as quick in her movements to get you bandaged.

Looking at Steve, the young woman broke out in a grin. “So ease up Alpha, if that’s the case, I can bring the Wolf back and she be good as new.”

“If that’s what it is, can she overdose on it? Because Pierce gave her a whole vial of it at once.” Steve asked, and Suri rolled her eyes. “Of course he did. Brother, I told you that bastard took more than our Panthers.”

“And I told you back then I agreed Sister.” T’Challa retorted as he came up next to Steve. “She could overdose, but it would have to be more than a vial. Right now, IF this is what it is, its simply a deep hibernation. Shuri has the capabilities to bring her back.”

“We just got to get her to wake up her human side first.” Suri watched the monitors and rocked back and forth on her heels. It was like a light had gone off over her head, the way her eyes widened and she was quick to rush over to a cabinet, grabbing a vial and sticking a needle in it, filling it.

“And I got just the way to get her to wake up. Now Alpha, this won’t be immediate, but whew when it happens, be ready.” She lifted your arm and gave you an injection, and Steve arched his brows with concern.

“Be ready? For what?”

Suri just giggled and disposed of the needle, smirking at him. “You will see.”

Steve looked at T’Challa who had a similar grin on his face. “Come, let me show you your rooms, and have Natasha brought to hers.” Some assistants started to unhook you and set you on a stretcher that was powered to float on its own, following the men out of the room. They joined back up with Natasha, and everyone got settled in their rooms for the night. You were laid out, and Steve once more stretched out next to you, sighing deeply as he just talked until sleep finally overtook him. Rolling in his sleep, his arm slung over your hip, his hand pressed against your stomach, keeping you in close to him.

You could feel your mind stirring, heated waves rolling through you. But you were still unable to drag your consciousness forward. You couldn’t find your Little Wolf and was barely aware of Steve beside you. You heard his deep baritone, and a few words, a brush of his touch, but barely. No matter how much you willed yourself to return to him, it just felt like circles. But now, now there was a heat surrounding you, and you were firmly aware of his heavy hand clasped against your stomach, and the feeling of a broad muscled chest against your back, as well as a heavy erection pressing against your backside, a hairy calf pressed between your thighs. Now, if only you could open your eyes, you drew in deep inhales of his scent, and that comforted you, your senses swirling with pines and masculinity, you tried following that, the heat just kept building and you groaned at the familiar ache it caused. You would have sworn it was like going into heat again, but how could you without the Wolf to trigger it?

A bright light started to permeate your senses and you could feel hot breaths against the back of your neck, Steve had his face tucked into your neck, still, sound asleep, and a rumble sounded through him. It was enough to call you forward and your eyes sprang open, searching wildly for him. He was behind you, you could feel him and you twisted in his arms, grasping his lips to yours, he shuddered awake to you kissing him, his arm sweeping around you as you pressed into him, pressing him back to the mattress, your tongue swirling with his, clashing of teeth. You needed him, more then ever before you thought and you crawled up enough to straddle him, panting against his mouth, your eyes closed as you rocked your hips against him, a pleading sound in your voice.

“I need you Alpha, Steve. Now, Please. I need you inside of me.”

<So this is what they meant> The Wolf shuddered awakening with a ferocity for his mate and Steve’s hands fell to your hips, rocking you harder against him till he lifted you to raise on your knees, and you reached for his manhood, pressing it against your center. Hands tightening, he brought you down to sheath himself in your heat, and your head tipped back with a soft cry, bracing your hands against his chest. You were dripping hot and ached so badly for him, that the relief of feeling your Alpha was bliss for you, thrusting yourself to spear him inside of you, it was a quick fury for you two. Steve’s hips slamming upwards to meet your movements holding you tightly at the waist till he released his hold to cup your breasts, teasing the nipples. You to clasp your hands over his, holding him there, panting at the sensations he brought out in you.

“Fuck I thought I would never find you, Steve.” You rushed out while moaning, flexing yourself around him.

“You were so far away, Little One, I kept calling to you.” He rumbled deep in his chest, and loosened his hands, flipping you two so he could give deeper more dominating strokes and you wrapped your legs around his hips, staring up at him.

“I heard you Alpha, I tried, so hard.” You hissed and tipped your head back, Steve immediately started placing soft non claiming bites to your neck, sucking marks on it as you arched your chest to rub against his, rubbing your scent against him. Nails dug into his back, marking him in your own way as they held onto the rolling flexing muscles, speeding the rocking of your hips as you both sought to make the other cum.

“I know you did, I know you wouldn’t leave me willingly.” Steves bites fell back to your lips, dominating your mouth with his, and you held on, feeling him start to swell in you and your cunt flexed, tightened around his cock when he angled himself just right, crying into the kiss, and tears streaming down your face at the intensity of needing to cum, flood him with yourself. He was everywhere, and you scrambled to keep yourself close even though he pounded you into the mattress, cumming just then around him. When you drifted this time it wasn’t into nothingness, but the immense pleasure that had you gasping against his neck, and he slowed down his thrusts, slow and deep while you loosened your hold, sinking back into the pillows, rocking with him, as you nodded.

“Never Steve, I know I belong to you. I’m all yours Alpha, all yours.” softly whispering out.

Steves kiss this time was far gentler but no less as before neediness. Slow strokes of the tongue matched the roll of his hips, nudging himself to claim you full, welding you two together. There couldn’t be another, not one you wanted to hold you still underneath him, one to capture your mind, and love you in the way he does. Not just a physical need, but mental too. His forehead dropped to yours, rolling through with another connecting thrust and you both inhaled each other, the hot heavy scent of your bodies pressing together, the blood, sweat, and tears shared. For you to felt his own hot tears drop and mingle with yours rolling down your face, a quick lap of his tongue against your cheek wiped them away, as you two rocked together.

“And your mine, Little One, you will never be alone.” He cupped your face and kissed you deeply, groaning as you came again, and his seed painted your channel, his pumps stilling as he knotted you, the two of you drifting into a bliss-filled state, tangled around one another, unwilling to separate for some time. Hushed sighs and shared nipping kisses soon enabled you both to drift off to sleep again.

It wasn’t till some time later you woke again and were sprawled against Steve’s chest. Tilting your head, a glass of water caught your sight, and you shifted off him to reach for it, moving to sit on the edge of the bed while you gulped the glass down, parched as you had never been before. Setting the glass down, you looked around the room. And it occurred to you this was nothing like his cabin home. This was a wide-open space, and the air was not crisp and sharp woods and lake. This was almost… tropical. Musty vegetation and promise of heated days filled your senses, that’s when the breeze blew your face and you turned to an opening to a balcony, no doors or windows covering it. Grabbing the sheet, to keep the front of you covered, you wandered out to the deck to gasp softly, just below was a jungle, stretching out far, and beyond that what looked like a savannah, littered with what looked like Zebras and Gazelle, spotting an elephant, rhinos. Loud squawking and bright colors flashed below in all that greenery and a flock of macaws went screaming past, scattering over towards a statue that seemed carved right out of the cliff face, a giant prowling cat, his paw up to strike out at his enemies.

“Were certainly not home anymore.”

Steve stirred when he didn’t feel you next to him and looked around till he saw you, the sheet clutched around you, the wind making it ripple just a bit. Moving to roll out of bed, and to a stand, he approached from behind, sliding his hands along your bare hips under the sheet, and kissed your bare shoulder, growling softly as he took in the view you were currently gasping at.

“Welcome to Wakanda Little One.”

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The Seixas Brothers; Jewish Patriots

A family of Portuguese origins and first generation colonial Americans- The Seixas family had a powerful influence on the Jewish communities of New York, Rhode Island and Philadelphia- particularly through the eldest two surviving sons. Moses & Gershom.

Being of Portuguese origin the family were Sephardic Jews. Sephardic Jews being Jews from Iberia and later the Middle East, post inquisition. They had different customs to the modern culturally dominant Ashkenazi Jews, Jews from Northern and Eastern Europe- an elder contemporary of the Seixas brothers would be Moses Mendelssohn who was a Berlin based Ashkenazi Jews who helped the cultural integration and gaining of civil rights for Jews in Germany then Prussia.

Religious customs between the two groups differed significantly particularly in language with Sephardic synagogues mainly being in Portuguese or Ladino when not speaking Hebrew. The Sephardi Jews also were seen as more refined and educated than the Ashkenazi Jews, as well as wealthier, in internal community dynamics. Hence the saying that the Sephardic Jews were the descendants “of Poets and Philosophers” see Judah Halevi or Maimonides as examples of a Sephardi Poet and Philosopher, from Spain and Egypt respectively. In Europe these communities were often segregated from each other, internally, seeing inter community involvement outside of business as distasteful. This included prayer & marriage.

The situation for American Jews were quite different. The community of the Seixas brothers was small roughly 2,500 people barely a tenth of the population. Practising it was Sephardic due to the influence of the Dutch Jews, yet it was majority Ashkenazi in cultural and ethno-religious make up. Leading to a community that was small, spread out, cultural mixed and frankly too modern for the European rabbinical practises.

Now; to the Seixas brothers themselves. Born and raised in Rhode Island by Issac Mendes Seixas; born originally in Portugal and raised in London by Abraham and Abigail Seixas who were Marranos (Jews converted to Christianity, who continued to practise Judaism in secret due to the Inquisition) and Rachel Levy born in London, she was an Ashkenazi Jew related to the important Levy-Frank’s family. Her marriage caused such an uproar that many Sephardi members avoided it. As you can see like many Sephardic Jews their marriages were from across the world, and like many York City Jews they began the intermarriage of Ashkenazi and Sephardi. You can see more of their records in the image of the family register attached below.

Sexias family register

The ideologies of Moses and Gershom were shaped by the world around them, Great Britain had one of the most lenient policies towards Jews however this included the fact that they could not attend university, own property in the form of land or practise the law. The Jews rights bill in England would not come til the mid 19th century. Anti-Semitism was often seen in the writers of the day including Voltaire and English politicians. The Seixas brothers were of Portuguese origins which conducted the inquisition that oft burned Jews alive for either not converting or being secret converts, post expulsion. In the 18th century this continued in Goa, India & Brazil.

Russia conducted pogroms, which devastated the Jewish community until the early 20th century (although Soviet Anti-Semitism was by no means better post 1920s). This was also the era of the Pale of Settlement in which Eastern European Jews were restricted to modern day Belarus, Lithuania and Ukraine unable to trade or live in any main city without a letter. Prussia, had begun the process of integrating Jews, however both sides were extremely cautious of the other.

The Middle East was mixed, on one hand it was more tolerant than Europe with Thessloniki being named the Shabbat City as it was mainly dark on Friday nights due to observance. Yet; Jews were also mistrusted in the Ottoman Empire having to be identified by dress often a yellow hat or a type of shoe (this identification also existed in different forms in East Europe). Religious persecution varied from region to region.

This was the time where Proto-Zionist thoughts were beginning, but it was mainly aimed at integrating in the current society. The idealogy popular among the American Colonial Jews (those with Wiggish leanings) was that the new state would allow for religious and economic freedoms in which they could be active, equal citizens of a country founded on the right of man to govern himself over a Christian or Muslim Monarch whose country saw them as deplorable. This is a bit of a history lesson but essential to understanding the context, in which these first generation Jews acted in who were likely spurred on by the revolutionary ideals and attitudes of the time, as well as their own.

Moses was born March 26th 1744 and married Jochebed Levy also of Newport. He was a merchant, operating from the city and a proud follower of the patriot cause, his main influence being post the war in his encouragement of Washington to uphold the religious freedoms promised. He frankly; asserted it, rather than requesting it.

Moses was a civic and religious leader, being an educated man who was apart of the Freemason’s in Rhode Island. He believed such institutions allowed natural brotherhood between men, no matter their background. Moses later became leader of the King David’s Lodge. He was also the warden of the Touro synagogue in Newport, one of the oldest in the country, founded in the 1760s. Warden was a civic leadership role in a religious community. He often spoke at community sermons, including reading his letter to Washington in 1790 aloud to the man and the community. He also wrote letters addressing Washington as a fellow freemason. Outside of religious and civic duties he also post war co-founded the Rhode Island Bank.

"a Government, which to bigotry gives no sanction, to persecution no assistance – but generously affording to All liberty of conscience, and immunities of Citizenship: deeming every one, of whatever Nation, tongue, or language, equal parts of the great governmental Machine." - Moses Mendes Seixas in his famous letter to Washington.

An interesting detail on Moses’s religious involvement, despite not being Hazzan like his brother, is the fact that in the 1770s he was entrusted by the Newport community to be the Mohel; The man who preforms circumcision on the eighth day of a Jewish boy’s life. He received instruction only by letter, and circumcised his own son successfully. It shows how well trusted he was in the community and also how Jewish communities in America often divided duties among each other due to the lack of Rabbinical influence and population.

Moses’s letter to Washington 1790

Last but not least, Gershom. I know the most about him due to what is avalible on his life, I have to admit this post is quite long so I will do a seperate one going into more detail about the younger brother.

Gershom Mendes Seixas was born a year after his brother and became Chief Hazzan of the New York community synagogue at the early age of 23. Despite being young for a role which was the nearest they had to Rabbi, he was voted unanimously which demonstrates the breadth of knowledge and charisma the man had. Hazzan, as Jews canted their songs, tended to lead the singing and the reading of the Torah in synagogue, especially without a Rabbi.

As a Hazzan he was simply revolutionary. Not just in his politics. He was the first Jew to have a sermon in America in English, with the majority of his sermons from there onwards being in English. He pressed for the reconciliation between England and the Colonies, however his tone notes a man who clearly saw England in the wrong and the Colonies as having bargaining power over their overlord.

From the start he was an interfaith leader, many of his friends being Tory Christians, he resumed many of these correspondents post war with those who remained. In 1776 he was extremely active, including writing a prayer in Hebrew for the reconciliation of the colonies, as referred above. When invasion of New York by the British came near, his emotive words convinced the entire congregation to board up the doors of the Synagogue with many leaving the city. During this time, his wife Elchalah suffered a miscarriage. He escaped to Connecticut with some of his followers, bringing the religious ceremonial items with him including the scrolls.

With the take back of Philadelphia he was offered the role of Hazzan there which he served until 1784, there he actively argued against Protestant lawmakers who proposed changes to the constitution such as ensuring that only Christian’s could follow it and that it was impossible for those of other faiths to comprehend, like his brother he civilly fought these matters stating that it was "unjust to the members of a persuasion that had always been attached to the American cause and given a support to the country, some in the Continental army, some in the militia, and some by cheerfully paying taxes and sustaining the popular cause."

He would be present at Washington’s inauguration as apart of the significant fourteen religious leaders that supported him, he was the only Jew.

Post the war he would continue to actively be involved in Jewish ceremonies, having an annual Thanksgiving sermon back in New York where he returned afterwards. He became the first Jewish member to be elected a trustee of Colombia collage. He would also create a Jewish charitable organisation in 1802 called Hebra Hased Ve Amet.

To this day descendants of both brothers serve as leaders of America’s remaining Sephardi community.

Portrait of Gershom Mendes Seixas 1784

#turn washington's spies #turn amc #American revolution #revolutionary history #Jewish history #Gershom Mendes Seixas #Moses Mendes Seixas #The Seixas Brothers #my American jewish history rants #please enjoy #this means a lot to me #if you have any information feel free to add #also I did totally listen to the old man's back again as I wrote this #turn washingtons spies

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denkilightning · 4 years ago

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I'd like to hear your 1-C kids headcanons!

aaa okok thank yall! as i said, i based them all off the canon extras so here they are! (with low quality and horribly colored little screencaps!) class 1-c!! name, (gender, prons, ethnicity/race) quirk + additional notes!

1. kai aomidori

male, he/him

japanese turkish

mood swing: can manipulate people’s emotions with his sweat (or tears or spit, body fluids in general)

he was based off color turquoise

2. momotarou akaki

female, she/her

japanese

peachy nutrients: can alter peoples nutrients/body chemicals and shit (idk im not a stem) if she touches them. the longer she touches them the longer the effect lasts

can you guess how shitty i am at quirks

3. kaihei umigame

male, he/him

japanese

sea turtle: the fuck a sea turtle can do

nah seriously its mainly a mutation quirk and idk what sea turtles do i just wanted a fucking sea turtle

4. akira kawamoto

nonbinary, he/she/they

japanese

dj: can make any sound with the movement of their body

that is the motherfucker i talked about. they just watched hitoshi declaring war on class 1a and took pictures lmao. theyre a motherfucker who gives big denki/toga vibes and theyre great

5. hogo kabaa

female, she/her

japanese -central asian? sth? ‘m not sure-

shield: she can create shield all over her body, can’t do it on others though and without proper training theyre quite small (also very tiring)

definitely a friend of sappho

6. kenkou gouken

nonbinary, he/they/ze

wasian

health check: can see the state of physical health of any person and what caused the unhealthy state if he touches them

remember akira? yeah these two are dating lmao

7. hitoshi shinsou

male, he/him

japanese jewish

brainwashing

m’ baby <3 hes the reason i question my romantic orientation lmao

8. rio shinbou

female, she/her

philipino japanese

death-glare: can sense how dead someone is by looking at them

i have a feeling shes a lesbian

9. suijin shimizu

male, he/him

wasian

water lily: has the medical abilities of an american white water lily

one of The Boys(tm) that are pretty basic and like forgetable, every class has ‘em

10. attikusu suugaku

nonbinary, she/they

japanese greek

can solve any already-solved algebra equation (like, ‘already solved’ in the science world, so they cant just go boom solved the unsolvable)

lmao in that little headshot its hitoshi’s ass dagjkahdkj also i got an e(? is that what its called in english, i mean a 2) on my last math test and i almost cried in class

11. koujou seichou

nonbinary, they/them

japanese

plant growth: can fasten the growth/regeneration of every biological creature but only in places they touch

just a simple witch whos always short on storm water

12. kasshoku chikara

nonbinary, he/him

half middle eastern japanese

triple up: can triple up the strength of anything they touch, works on humans too (basically amps the physics force)

his name literally means ‘brown’ and ‘power/strength’ so yea. brown power

13. kirameki hana

female, she/her

wasian

sparkles: what is says on the tin lmao

yes everyone calls her sparkles

14. kuriiro hayato

male he/him

japanese latino

falcon eyes: basically hatsumes quirk: has a sight of a falcon

can you guess hes the last one ive done

15. miru majimena

female, she/her

japanese polynesian (cook island)

faux checker: she can tell when something is true or faux or whether someone’s lying by looking at them. she sees an aureola of a certain color around them

she likes keys. and the auerola is based on my sight with glasses on when its lowkey foggy and shit on my way to school. it looks cool af. also shes half polynesian because miru is a polynesian godess so yeah good luck for me with the research

16. hachi murasakiiro

nonbinary, they/she/he

japanese

sideways figure eight: can make any emitter quirk effect last longer with a touch

theyre jirous cousin! and the sideways figure eight is a different name for the infinity sign and their given name means eight so theres that. also eight is a lucky number so thats cute

17. mike mori

nonbinary, they/them

japanese

good luck charm: gets vibes whether something will bring good or bad luck, gets the best vibes in nature (forests specifically)

why they get the best vibes in nature? because their family name is forest gimmie a break!

18. ichirou rapisu

male, he/him

japanese

understanding: understands every language written and spoken, cant speak any of them though

his name has absolutely nothing to do with anything. fuck you horikoshi i spent too much time on name websites and other shit like that to even care at this point

sorry if i sound tired or pissed, its cus I Am

anyway pls ask me about them or like their dynamics with hitoshi and shit

#im PRETTY SURE its in the right order but also ehh #im not saying ill do redesigns of them like actually draw them #but like now i have power of talking about these fuckers and yall have to listen #cus yall cant say 'wiktor who the fuck are these kids'#well first of all theyre all fucking older than me-#bnha class 1c #class 1c #hitoshi shinsou #*ask #*mine #kawa #if i say something wrong PLEASE CORRECT ME #and like i mean i #it*#you spot a mistake or an error or shit pls tell me about it so i can fix it

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runephoenix6769 · 2 years ago

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There is an entirely possible other (perfectly logical) reading of this line. And that is, its Ozai that's about to be banished/discarded/ (whatever form that takes.) and have his head shaved/ topknot chopped off, outwardly signalling his dishonour. And Ozai reacts to it. Hear me out. Usually with Royal families there's a bunch of importance put on line succession and securement of such, its still bandied around to this day, the saying of “an heir and a spare” Now you’d think it would make sense to keep the heir at home and send the spare off to the dangers of war, but historically, that isn't the case, cause ya don’t want the ‘spare’’ gaining popularity/ currying favour with the military, esp when youre relying on the military as the strong arm and protection of the King. (History is smattered with Kings/Emperors/rulers who’ve nerfed Generals who were a little too popular among the men, and plenty of rulers have been permanently separated from their heads by said Generals. There's a reason why plenty of old timey kings were paranoid to fuck.) Importantly, the Fire Nation is in war time and is a meritocracy. Historically, the battlefield was the place were an heir apparent showed their judgement and leadership skills and fostered the loyalty of their men. You want, no need, the military to respect the future king and show him fealty. In fact, you were seen as a coward among the ruling elite if ya didn't ride out to war with your men. Picking up a sword, getting into the thick of it lopping people’s heads off gave ya added Kudos. So it makes sense that Iroh would be sent on a military campaign, namely Ba Sing Sa, as a rite of passage, prove himself etc etc (no pressure) and secure his future. His success would show that the spirits shine upon him, (mandate of heaven, if we are pulling from Eastern Philosophies) and all that jazz. Now, we know that Ozai was kept at court. (its interesting that in any of his later titles, no titles are mentioned that would suggest he was a successful member of the military and being he's a glory hog ,so we can safely assume that he probably has none under his belt. It would certainly explain his later eagerness to be seen as the man who single handedly burned/conquered the world: after his daughter did most of the leg work ie: how he benched her at the last minute but that's a different post.) Id hazard a guess that after Ozai was sent after the avatar, in a bid to humble him, and failed (again another post), that he was being groomed into an advisory role to support his brother’s rule. (Narratively speaking -- never trust a Grand Visser. Lookit Long Feng.) Whilst Iroh studied the blade, Ozai was sharpening his wits learning how to navigate the muddy waters at court, state matters, political finagling and the subtle art of manipulation, whilst also relying on fear and intimidation of those he has direct power over. For all intents and purposes, he’s a chess playing bureaucrat. We are shown multiple times throughout the show how Ozai utilizes these skills starting with his wife and children, (fear and intimidation, manipulation) then openly trying to take advantage of the situation during a time of grief. (manipulation.) I also wouldn’t be surprised if he wasn’t above blackmail, extortion, cohersion, and we know for a fact he's not above political assassination/removal of those deemed in his way, I mean, you aint gonna be swinging for the Fire Lord straight out the murder starting gate is all I'm saying. Basically, I don’t think Ozai ever proved himself a leader via the usual channels, cause that was never his future, no matter how much he hungers for it. His future was to get his hands dirty in a way an Fire Lord can’t be seen doing, and weeding out those who may pose a threat to the state etc etc. But when he approaches his father, Azulon, he shows his true colours and desires, and therefore implicates himself as the biggest threat to the throne, this honorless mf is willing to stab his grieving brother in the back whilst trampling on the still warm corpse of his nephew. And Azulon rightly calls him out on his traitorous bs. Yeah, Iroh is grieving and he’s lost his son and heir, but Azulon.... he’s lost one of five potential heirs, leaving - in order: Iroh Ozai Zuko Azula One has shown himself to be a leader and liked by his men One has shown he’s an honorless cur and can’t be trusted One is a child who is growing up to be compassionate And the last is a child whose a Fire Bending prodigy

What is stopping Iroh from getting remarried and having another child? Once a respectful amount of time has passed, Azulon can demand any woman of pedigree into the bed chamber. It’s not like it hasn't been done before *side eyes Ursa. If Iroh refuses, then c'est la vie, there's two royal bloodline children knocking around. Children can be molded, n there’s plenty of time for that being Azulon has a few good years in him and Iroh has his reign ahead of him. By the time these kids have reached their late 20′s perhaps 30′s, they’ll be ready? If anything, Azulon doesnt need a snake like Ozai. In fact, this smarmy upstart needs to be taught a lesson. Say, i dunno, banishment to ember island, imprisonment, removal of his children from his care? And now Ozai realises he's fucked up big time. There’s a small window of opportunity. He has to act fast if he wants to secure his place in the line of succession. Iroh has abandoned his men, does that mean he’s returning home? “Nobody knows what he and Azulon discussed, yeah, lets remove him and pretend that his dying wish was that I am next in line. “ Iroh is too honorable to contest it, or attempt a ‘coup’ n risk a civil war at such an important juncture during the wider world war. He wouldn’t risk the nation like that. Why didn’t Ozai kill Azulon himself? Murder would look suspicious, n no way is a now hyper aware/suspicious Azulon leaving himself open to attack. Ozai needs to get someone on his side who can get close to the Fire Lord without raising suspicion. Ursa, whose a really good botanist and understands poisons, who loathes Ozai and Azulon would never suspect? The mother to the next in line to the throne. He will let her get close, perhaps share a spot of tea “But how do I get her onside? Lets tell her, Azulon is a threat to her favourite child, Zuko. Shes gotta help me or I’ll kill Zuko -- on dad’s orders.” He then sets about shoring up his throne and eliminating any threats to it. With that in mind: It suddenly makes all the more sense why Ozai banishes Ursa immediately after. She’s the only one he’s genuinely afraid of. She can poison him at any given moment, make it look like a natural death, and put one of her kids on the throne. Get her the fuck out of the palace, pronto. But you don’t kill a great asset, in case you need their expertise later down the line. AND she's a great carrot to dangle in front of an unruly prince or princess who may get too big for their breeches, if the gaslighting stops working.

Ozai then takes the first opportunity to banish Zuko -- a little too much like his mother/iroh. He sends his son on a mission of folly. Sozin, Azulon, Iroh and Ozai all looked for and failed to find the Avatar. Ozai is probably of the mind, “If I can’t find the Avatar, then no one can.” He literally sets his son an impossible task, from which he shall never return. Keep him occupied, discredit him, make it so the army and navy view him with derision and will never band behind him. No military accomplishments to speak of. The only men he has are a rag tag crew of sailors with no political connections or power. He’s thrown into the hostile world, where he will find no quarter or rest. And Azula, well Ozai has always had his claws into her. She is a stiletto in the night, a weapon. Gaslight, gatekeep and hold her brother’s punishment over her head. Phew, that got long. P.S I also think Ozai is insecure about his lack of military accomplishments.

This flashback in ATLA, Azulon becoming enraged with Ozai for disrespecting Iroh and the recently deceased Lu Ten, is usually interpreted as Azulon then ordering Ozai to kill Zuko. I disagree with this for two reasons. 1: We don’t actually hear Azulon say that, it’s only referred to by Azula (who was around seven or eight at the time and might have misunderstood what she heard) and by Ozai, years later, when he is taunting Zuko on the Day of Black Sun. Neither Azula nor Ozai are reliable narrators. 2: Azulon is, at the time of this flashback, the ruler of the Fire Nation who has just lost one of his only two grandsons and heirs. What kind of monarch loses one heir and then turns around and demands the death of another, especially when losing Zuko would hardly bother Ozai? My interpretation of this situation is Azulon ordered Ozai to give Zuko into Iroh’s care, replacing Lu Ten as Iroh’s heir, neatly removing any argument Ozai had about Iroh’s line having ended. Ozai of course would never accept this. He either lied to Ursa, claiming Azulon wished Zuko dead, or outright told his wife he’d kill Zuko before seeing him get ahead of him in the line of succession, thus manipulating Ursa to help him assassinate Azulon. I think this theory makes far more logical sense than ‘Azulon ordered the murder of his nine-year-old grandson’.

#atla #atlab #avatar the last airbender #atla meta #azula #ozai #zuko

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Hi guys!!! I’m Crystal. I’m in my late 20s and I am looking for new RP partners. I write to unwind and because I feel like it is a good outlet for me. I can’t stress enough how open I am, please don’t be afraid to message me with basically any idea! I feel like the easiest way for anyone to read this is to use bullet points so here goes.

I like making friends with my partners so please be friendly. When I get excited about a ship, I tend to want to send headcannons and ideas to my partners randomly, so please be okay with that.

Also, please be 18+, especially if you want to write smut.

And I love multiple threads with my partners. I write both males and females but please don’t just use me for my guys! I love my girls too!

Timezone: I am in the Eastern time zone and I do have a full time job and family but I try my best to be active every day. If I am not, I will try to at least let my partner know what’s going on.

Type of roleplay I’m interested in: I love smut but I prefer for the characters to have a decent connection. I also love to write fluff and plots with some angst and drama. I also love some good hurt/comfort. I don’t mind dark(ish) plots and I am open to discussing anything.

I have a wish list of plots that I want that I am adding to all the time, feel free to check it out https://crystal-indie-rp.tumblr.com/tagged/wishlist

See below for some that I would really like!!!

I also have a few OCs that I have already created. They are very basic and can be altered for almost any plot. They can be found here https://crystal-indie-rp.tumblr.com/characters

What I want to avoid: I have very few no-gos. I’m not interested in writing anything that is illegal (rape, pedophilia, etc)

Style: I am open to any style of writing depending on the plot but I prefer 3rd person. I do try to match my partners length. I try to avoid one-liners unless they are texting because it doesn’t keep the plot moving forward but I am more interested in quality over quantity.

Method of roleplay I’m interested in using: I really prefer Discord or Kik because I am mostly mobile but I am open to other methods if you have any suggestions.

Contact info: My Discord is crystal.indie.rp#9686 and my tumblr is https://crystal-indie-rp.tumblr.com My Kik is Crysty09

Fandoms:

Roswell New Mexico (KYLEX, Malex, Mylex, Echo, Maribel, Open to any)

Harry Potter

Pretty LIttle Liars

One Tree Hill

The Fosters

Riverdale

Ask About Any Others

Wishlist plots I am REALLY wanting currently:

muse a is fresh out of prison, solitary confinement to be exact, and hasn’t truly seen the light of day for at least a couple of years. they’re adjusting to the real world; they barely speak anymore, and they haven’t experienced gentle human contact in what seems like forever. insert muse b, their new neighbor.

Muse A and Muse B grew up together; they were best friends. Muse A’s home life was awful; their parent(s) were alcoholics/drug users and could be abusive when they used. Muse B’s life was pleasant and low key. Any time the home would get explosive, Muse A would sneak out to see Muse B would calm them down and make them feel safe. Muse B was head over heels in love with Muse A and Muse A has feelings but isn’t sure what to do with them. Fast forward to their college years, they have grown apart some but are still friends. Muse A is an abusive/controlling relationship but doesn’t leave. Until one night things go too far and Muse A shows up at Muse B’s door or calls Muse B from the hospital to come save them. Muse B falls back into protective mode and while taking care of them the old feelings start to come back.

I want a plot where there’s a hard ass cop, and healways sticks by the rules and works hard and hiswork is his life and all that blah blah, but then one day he makes a huge bust in an underground sex ring and carries a girl out, and the media dub him as a superhero, and he feels strangely protective over this girl. So he goes and visits her at the hospital, and she lights up as soon as she sees him and just thanks him continuously, and he starts smiling a bit more, and she doesn’t really talk to anybody except for him because she doesn’t trust anybody excepthim. Cue her having trouble sleeping at night because of bad dreams and memories, so she calls him to help, and he does, he always does of course. And shecalls him when her car breaks down in the middle of the night and she’s terrified, and he literally drops everything for her, and its so obvious they like each other, but he doesn’t know how to do relationships and she’s just a mess from everything thats happened to her, and so much angsty fluffy goodness of them two being awkward and shy dorks at times but also staying up and telling their entire life stories to each other

someone give me a plot where muse a was arrested in high school due to drug dealing and was sentenced to ten years — except he’s let out a couple of years early due to good behavior. with no car, his feet take him to the one place he never thought he’d set foot again in a lifetime. his ex-high school sweetheart, muse b. except, when the door opens, it’s not her. it’s a seven year old little girl with her mom’s hair and her dad’s eyes. tldr; muse a gets arrested and leaves behind his (unknowingly) pregnant girlfriend at the time. years later, he’s out and he has a daughter he doesn’t know about.

i just want a damaged, broken boy who doesn’t have a lot of friends & keeps to himself & a caring, kind girl who takes interest in him & gets him to open up & rocks him in her lap when he can’t stop crying & rubs his back when he has nightmares & teaches him that it’s okay to show his pain because being strong doesn’t have to mean hiding your emotions please give me this

whispers but i would love a cliche poly plot where like two best friends are in love with the same girl but instead of fighting over her they share her but of course there is small competitions in bed seeing who can make her cum faster and !!!! and omg like her settling them both down like ‘boys please you are both my prince charmings’ and ‘i wouldn’t be the same without the other’

can i have a plot where best friends drifted as they got older because lets be real they were in love and never wanted to admit it because it scared the hell out of them so they went their own way and now 10 years later, they bump into each other and it’s like things havent changed except oh wait, he’s engaged to be married and they spend the last few weeks leading up to the wedding together and the final night they end up sleeping together (for the first time) and things get angsty because they realize that they are in love and theyre the ones supposed to be married, but she cant bring herself to ruin something he’s built without her ?????? and he pushes the wedding date because he wants her and JUST PLS

*screams* i want a plot where a guy goes on a roadtrip just wandering around the state trying to find meaning of life with his big ass doggo and one day he comes to diner where this shy young woman works and like her boss is always yelling at her and she has abusive boyfriend and her father used to be abusive as well and this guy he is the first man who ever treated her nicely and he just asks her completely out of the blue if she doesn’t want to leave with him and she’s like “why not?” so she takes all of her things and leaves with him. Pleaseee!

someone give me a plot where muse a is a cop/firefighter/military/etc whose partner/best friend gets killed in the line of work. before they pass, their friend makes them promise to take care of muse b, their spouse. muse a takes the promise to heart, helping muse b make the arrangements and becomes the rock while muse b’s entire world is turned upside down. but soon muse a begins to fall for muse b, despite their fear of crossing a boundary or being the reason for their friend’s death ( and bonus points if muse b is pregnant when their spouse dies )

#indie rp #indie roleplay #oc rp #para #long term #submission

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theblackeagle · 5 years ago

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1ST RULE — tag some muses you would like to know better.

2ND RULE — BOLD the statements that are true for your muse.

MUSE. the kingdom of prussia/eastern germany | Gilbert Beilschmidt OCCUPATION. His status as a personification is pretty nebulous, he still sort of is one but doesn’t really have as many duties as he did, but he does serve as a consultant to the Prussan palaces and gardens foundation AGE. Physically he’s 21 and actually is about 800 SEXUALITY. Bisexual PRONOUNS. he/him

APPEARANCE:

I AM 5,7 OR TALLER

I wear glasses

I HAVE AT LEAST ONE TATTOO

I HAVE AT LEAST ONE PIERCING

I have blonde hair

i have brown eyes.

I HAVE SHORT HAIR.

MY ABS ARE AT LEAST SOMEWHAT DEFINED

i have or have had braces.

PERSONALITY:

i love meeting new people.

People tell me that I’m funny

helping others with their problems is a big priority for me.

I ENJOY MENTAL CHALLENGES

I ENJOY PHYSICAL CHALLENGES

I’M PLAYFULLY RUDE WITH PEOPLE I KNOW WELL

I started saying something ironically and now i cant stop saying it

There is something i would change about my personality

ABILITY:

i can sing well

I CAN PLAY AN INSTRUMENT.

I CAN DO OVER 30 PUSHUPS WITHOUT STOPPING

I’M A FAST RUNNER.

I can draw well

I HAVE A GOOD MEMORY.

IM GOOD AT DOING MATH IN MY HEAD

I CAN HOLD MY BREATH UNDERWATER FOR OVER A MINUTE

I HAVE BEATEN AT LEAST THREE PEOPLE IN ARM WRESTLING

I KNOW HOW TO COOK AT LEAST 3 MEALS FROM SCRATCH.

I KNOW HOW TO THROW A PROPER PUNCH.

HOBBIES:

I ENJOY PLAYING SPORTS.

i’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else.

i’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else.

I HAVE LEARNED A NEW SONG IN THE PAST WEEK.

I WORK OUT AT LEAST ONCE A WEEK

I’VE GONE FOR RUNS AT LEAST ONCE A WEEK.

I HAVE DRAWN SOMETHING IN THE PAST MONTH

I ENJOY WRITING

i do or have done martial arts.

EXPERIENCES:

I HAVE HAD MY FIRST KISS.

I HAVE HAD ALCOHOL.

i have scored the winning goal in a sports game.

I HAVE WATCHED AN ENTIRE SEASON OF A TV SHOW IN ONE SITTING.

I HAVE BEEN AT AN OVERNIGHT EVENT.

I HAVE BEEN IN A TAXI.

i have been in the hospital or er in the past year.

I HAVE BEATEN A VIDEO GAME IN ONE DAY.

I HAVE VISITED ANOTHER COUNTRY.

I HAVE BEEN TO ONE OF MY FAVORITE BAND’S CONCERTS.

MY LIFE:

i have at least one person i consider a “ best friend ”.

i live close to my school.

my parents are still together.

I HAVE / HAD AT LEAST ONE SIBLING.

I live in the united states

there is snow right now where i live.

I have hung out with a friend in the past month

I HAVE A SMARTPHONE.

I HAVE AT LEAST 15 CD’S.

i share my room with someone.

RANDOM SHIT:

I HAVE BREAK DANCED

i know a person named jamie.

i have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce.

i have dyed my hair.

I’m listening to a song on repeat right now

I HAVE PUNCHED SOMEONE IN THE PAST WEEK

I KNOW SOMEONE WHO HAS GONE TO JAIL.

I HAVE BROKEN A BONE.

i have eaten a waffle today.

i know what i want to do with my life.

I SPEAK AT LEAST 2 LANGUAGES

#headcanons

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blackrose-ffxiv · 6 years ago

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Broad Strokes of Faith 06/28

Daijiro Satake smiles. "Of course, I would not suspect you of trying to poison me. Such a thing would only harm our beautiful friendship. Do you not agree, Ser?" He then took the pipe and puffed on it with seeming carelessness, holding it casually between his fingers as he looked at the other. "I see", he remarks. "So then, the Priests words make it clear who is a heretic and who is not. Is this not so?"

Lebeaux Desrosiers fluttered lashes briefly at that. One could also argue that most of the ways the two passed time together could be harmful to friendships as well. But they certainly had an unusual sort of acquaintance from the start. “Halone has graced certain men and women with the ability to see truths. While the Priests hear and convey Her words, the Inquisitors find those who have lost their Faith and turned their backs on Her.” He paused for a moment. “At least they were formerly. Just as the Knights and Soldiers are Her spear and shield in battle, the Inquisitors were Her justice to bring those heretics to trial for their sins.”

Daijiro smiles faintly. "Ah. Formerly. Do the priests no longer speak the word of Halone? Are they not directing the inquisition to bring these heretics to trial?"

Lebeaux sniffed in distaste and leaned slightly to extend a hand, expecting the pipe back once Daijiro had his fill for the moment. “True belief is being eroded by outside forces. The Priests who truly hear Her are afraid to speak Her will or they will be removed from their posts. Their cowardice is insulting. The Inquisitors have had their teeth pulled. What good is a wolf which cannot hunt. It won’t be long before the Tribunal is disbanded.” He noted solemnly.

Daijiro hands the pipe back when he notices the others' look. "I see." He creases his brow as if thinking. Better to play innocent than to show his hand. "Would these errand priests in Ishgard consider you a heretic?"

Lebeaux slipped the stem between his lips and puffed lightly at it as he narrowed his pale gaze at the other man. “No.” He stated firmly. Whether or not he truly believed that, it was hard to tell. He was being careful to keep his expression in check and his hands busy with the pipe to avoid any tells. “A radical, perhaps, but my Faith cannot be faulted.”

Daijiro nods slightly. "Is this radicalism the reason for your exile, then, Ser? Of course, the Fury would still reward you in the hereafter, would she not? So such exile is merely a temporary inexpedient, do you not agree?"

“I am not in exile.” Lebeaux corrected a touch sharply before busying his mouth with the pipe again. “It is simply a trial She has set in my way to ensure my convictions are true and my belief is unshakable.” He sniffed somewhat haughtily, his words accompanied by a light trail of fragrant smoke. “I simply cannot tolerate the current climate in Ishgard. The weather as well as the politics. My path may be winding but it is clear, Faith shall be returned to the city.”

Daijiro thinks on this. "Hmm. I see." He then smiles. "Do you intend to play any role in the return of faith to the city, Ser?"

Lebeaux smiled sweetly and perhaps a little smugly. “If She so desires. I don’t doubt Her will shall be made clear to me in time.”

Daijiro nods. "Of course", he says. "But look at us two. Speaking of such tedious matters. I must be a poor host to ask you such naive questions in the midst of the night." He cants his head slightly. "You wished to measure my humours?"

Lebeaux remained where he was, smoking silently for a few moments as his gaze drifted away from his host. What had he been expecting, for the medic to proclaim himself Ishgard’s salvation. Such talk was dangerous, even so far from home. Particularly with one such as Daijiro whose creeping vines were seeping ever deeper on both sides of the sea. “I find my own humours imbalanced by such talk. Perhaps it would be for the best to try again another evening.” Lebeaux stated without looking back to the Hingan. “Yet so long as we’re on the topic of displaced nationals, why was it you are based out of Ul’dah rather than some Eastern city, again? I believe you may have told me once previously yet it seems to have slipped my memory…”

Daijiro nods slowly, eyes closing in a respectful manner while he does. "Of course. The guest room will no doubt be ready for you at this point." The Hingan then considers the others' question: "The notion is that I will be able to gather information that is useful for our business from here. Ul'dah is a centre of commerce for Eorzea, after all, and a great manner of exotic goods may be shipped across the seas in either direction. A thing that is common in one place may be precious in another."

“Was that your decision or was it made for you?” Lebeaux asked as he leaned closer, offering the pipe to the hyur again. It was beginning to burn down but there was still a few generous drags left in it. “You speak of ‘our’ business yet often times you refer only to your own interests. I’ve rarely, if even heard you mention those you work with or for. Are you something of an ‘exile’ yourself? Is that why you are perhaps hoping to file me under the same label.”

Daijiro shakes his head. "Ah, I see. Though we may be kindred spirits in some respects, I do not consider myself an exile, no." He presses his lips together, the mask of his face briefly slipping as irritation was expressed. "I have been interested in the Ijin from a very young age. It is only natural that I should serve my family in their lands." He thinks. "You seem free of such duties yourself."

Lebeaux tilted his head side to side as he considered that. He didn’t consider himself an exile either. So there they were. He took the pipe back to himself and had one more pull before he turned it over to tap it against the teacup he had finished drinking from, using it as an ashtray. “I serve only a higher power.” He declared haughtily, gesturing upwards to indicate the Fury’s ever present gaze. “Was it your family’s decision to send you here to Ul’dah. You haven’t even brought help from your homeland but have a local manservant. Were you all on your own when you traveled here? Nothing but yourself and your family’s money to get you started?” The smile grew somewhat, while the words should have seemed sympathetic from him they simply sounded cruel.

Daijiro did twitch just a bit. Where a more sensitive person might've cringed, or be holding back tears, he simply closed his eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, then looked back at Lebeaux, unsmiling. "My family decided to send me away, yes, though I was quite happy to go. And it would be troublesome to have a manservant who does not know the ways of this place. I hired Kareem myself. I find him quite useful."

Lebeaux set the pipe down gently atop the teacup and slid closer to the smaller man. He had seen that little twitch. He was watching for it. As well as the way the Hingan closed his eyes and breathed deeply, as though calming himself or finding that inner balance to remain patient and calm. “Do they even speak to you anymore, or simply send you money and expect you to obey their orders. My, is all of this…” He waved at the opulent sitting room and gestured lightly at the hall that led to Daijiro’s ‘collection’. “… to win their favor back?”

Daijiro looked away, but then when Lebeaux continued to speculate, he started to laugh. It was not hearty, but rather seemed hollow, though genuine. "... you deeply misunderstand me and my people, Ser. I suppose you cannot help it."

Lebeaux reached over, grasping Daijiro’s chin and turning his head to face him again. Perhaps enjoying the little expressions of inner turmoil the merchant was making. “I’ve enlightened you as to some of the finer points of ‘Faith’. Why don’t you do the same for me.”

Daijiro allowed his face to be grabbed. Rather than speaking, though, there was only stony silence while the other touched him. An expression that was entirely unamused.

Lebeaux smiled serenely, though after a moment he lowered dark lashes to peer down his nose at the Hingan as he lifted his chin haughtily, long fingers still pressing into soft cheeks. “What’s the matter, Daijiro. Weren’t you the one always speaking of balance, fair exchange and all that. You would overthrow your values so easily? Not to mention the poor etiquette of refusing a guest’s polite request.”

Daijiro moves swiftly with one hand, trying to grab the other's wrist and pry it off his face.

Lebeaux didn’t resist in the least as his hand was grabbed. The irritated gesture speaking loudly enough in and off itself. He continued to smile down at the shorter man, slender fingers with long nails rubbing lightly against themselves as though he’d just touched something sticky and was trying to wipe it away. “Now, now. ‘Friends’, remember.”

@grey-lotus-ffxiv

#lebeaux #daijiro #they still can't get along for an extended amount of time #but that's probably in everyone's best interests

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stoweboyd · 6 years ago

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The problem for anyone declaring the death of liberalism is that it has not one but several pillars and dimensions: legal, political, economic and moral (or religious). The weakening or disappearance of one or two liberal pillars or tenets would not be enough to declare liberalism as a whole dead. For example, one might express skepticism toward key liberal principles such as the commitments to individual agency and individual choice, while maintaining a commitment to freedom of expression. In the same vein, one might be skeptical toward unregulated markets or trade, but embrace other essential features of liberalism such as nondiscrimination under law, security of property rights and freedom of contract. Neither does liberalism require open borders, but it opposes limits on immigration based solely on what the potential immigrants look like, where they come from, what language they speak or their religious preferences. Liberals disagree, often vociferously, with one another over just how free markets and trade should be – hardly anyone thinks that they should not be regulated at all or that they should be centrally planned by self-anointed experts. They also differ over how strongly to protect property rights versus competing interests and, more generally, the size, scope, and intrusiveness of ‘the government’. These disagreements are themselves emblematic of the internal diversity and complexity of liberalism. There are, however, some fundamental tenets on which nearly all liberals agree. For example, they agree that individual improvement and social progress are both possible by the cultivation of what Adam Smith in 1759 referred to as the ‘moral sentiments’ and the application of reason to evidence in accordance with the scientific method. They believe that institutional structures – the constitutional and legal rules and policies that society establishes – are always experiments. And they adhere (though not always enough) to a counter-ideological humility based on the brute fact of human fallibility. This moderating feature of liberalism, most closely associated with Popper, is fundamental because it requires liberals, in contrast to theocrats and other ideologues, to cultivate dialogue and treat political and other disagreements seriously, without self-righteousness and with respect for opposing views (assuming the toleration is mutual). As such, liberalism creates a big tent for many different conceptions of the ‘good life’, in accordance with its commitment to individual choice. Some have seen this feature as a weakness of liberalism. The Spanish philosopher José Ortega y Gasset could not have disagreed more. Writing at a moment when liberalism’s death was being widely proclaimed in the Western world, he argued in The Revolt of the Masses (1930) that liberalism should best be defined as ‘the supreme form of generosity’. In liberal regimes, he argued, the majority, which has power on its side, concedes to weaker minorities the right to live on their own terms, thus announcing the determination to share existence with – and respect those – who have a different view of the good society. That such ‘generosity’ can be a source of real strength is attested by liberalism’s real successes. Late in his life, Popper, a self-described liberal ‘optimist’, named several liberal achievements as undeniable facts. At no other time, and nowhere else, he pointed out in 1986, have human beings been more valued, as individuals, than in liberal societies: ‘Never before have their human rights, and their human dignity, been so respected, and never before have so many been ready to bring great sacrifices for others, especially for those less fortunate than themselves.’ Popper was no Dr Pangloss. He did not believe that we live in the best of all possible worlds. Nor did he overlook social problems that persist in liberal societies. But he appreciated that modern liberal societies are the best political systems we fallible humans have managed to create. He believed that such societies create the best conditions for individual development and social improvement. By contrast, he was deeply skeptical of utopian claims based on beliefs of human perfectibility. Even in liberal societies, Popper observed, power corrupts, civil servants sometimes behave like ‘uncivil masters’, and ‘pocket dictators’ persist. Nevertheless, throughout the liberal and free world, many of life’s ‘greatest evils’, including slavery, abject poverty, unemployment, race- and class-based legal differences, and religious discrimination have been eliminated or greatly ameliorated. Popper celebrated liberalism a half-decade before the Iron Curtain disappeared in eastern and central Europe. Millions from that region then saw liberalism as a major hope for their countries, promising individual freedom, above all, along with economic prosperity. The sudden collapse of communist regimes was, in fact, a remarkable ‘success’ for liberalism. But only liberalism in its broadest sense triumphed in 1989. For liberalism is not an intellectually rigorous system, manifested in a single institutional form. It is, as the political theorist Alan Ryan put it in The Making of Modern Liberalism (2012), a somewhat ‘awkward and intellectually insecure system’ whose achievements can never be more than equivocal and ambivalent.

| Daniel Cole, The many deaths of liberalism

I also learned the term ‘ordoliberal’ from Cole’s piece, as defined in Wikipedia:

Ordoliberal theory holds that the state must create a proper legal environment for the economy and maintain a healthy level of competition (rather than just "exchange") through measures that adhere to market principles. This is the foundation of its legitimacy.[8] The concern is that, if the state does not take active measures to foster competition, firms with monopoly (or oligopoly) power will emerge, which will not only subvert the advantages offered by the market economy, but also possibly undermine good government, since strong economic power can be transformed into political power.[9]

Quoting Stephen Padgett: <mark>"A central tenet of ordo-liberalism is a clearly defined division of labor in economic management, with specific responsibilities assigned to particular institutions. Monetary policy should be the responsibility of a central bank committed to monetary stability and low inflation, and insulated from political pressure by independent status. Fiscal policy—balancing tax revenue against government expenditure—is the domain of the government, whilst macro-economic policy is the preserve of employers and trade unions (Funk, 2000, pp. 20–21; Dyson, 2001, p. 141)."[10] The state should form an economic order instead of directing economic processes, and three negative examples ordoliberals used to back their theories were Nazism, Keynesianism, and Russian socialism.[11] The Ordoliberal idea of a social market economy is often seen as a progressive alternative beyond left and right[12] and as a third way between collectivism and laissez-faire liberalism.</mark>[13]

The downfall of labor unions and other ordoliberal institutions in the US shows that we’ve been captured by laissez-faire liberalism, where state institutions are canted toward ‘producers’ and away from ‘consumers’.

#daniel cole #liberalism #the death of liberalism #quotations #ordoliberalism

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lesberrian · 3 years ago

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The Bloodborn Alchemist

chapter 1

Q waits outside the door as Roy and King Bradly talk. There weren’t any chairs so they had to sit on the ground. Not even a day out of the hospital and they have to wait on the ground to see what’s going to happen to them. Q didn’t tell anybody about the stone or what they could do because of it out of fear. They knew several people in the world wanted it for themselves.

Moving their long, black hair off the ground and over their shoulder, they brush it with their fingers as it sits in their lap. Q can’t remember why, but they can’t get themselves to cut their hair for some reason. They would even fight at getting the bangs cuts and did it themselves, causing them to be slightly messy most of the time. As they brush out their hair and braid it, Q tries to hear what the two men are talking about.

Right after they had tied their ribbon around the braid, Mustang and King Bradley stepped out. King Bradley offered his hand to help them up.

“Thank you.” They said, staring dead at him. Looking over to Mustang, they wait for an explanation.

“Seeing as you’re still young and with no where to go, I figured it would be the best choice to have you stay with someone until you can get back on your own feet." He l

looks back at King Bradley, "And… The conclusion is that you are staying with me."

Taking a moment to process it, Q stares at Mustang. 'I lost everyone I know and even the village is dead. I suppose I should be glad I have a place to stay.'

"Well?" The king asks with a smile on his face. "I'm hoping this is ok considering there's no one else you can stay with."

"I suppose it it's ok with Mr. Mustang." Q was tired, they just wanted to sleep. They knew what happened for them to be alive right now and up until they've been in a hospital every second for the past week.

"Then it's decided. Mustang, you will be the legal guardian of Q from now on." King Bradley patted them on their shoulder. "Well, I have other business to attend to so good night you two. Stay safe on the way back to Eastern."

Q watches silently as king Bradley walks down the hallway. Looking up at Musang, they ask jokingly, "So… does that make you my dad or something?"

"... Are you saying that's what you want to call me?"

"Are you saying you want me to call you that?"

"Alright, let's just go catch a train back to Eastern." He starts walking away. Q follows him and debates talking to him about the philosophers stone.

"When do you plan on becoming a state alchemist? Not many can transmute without a circle, even I have to use one."

Q hesitates. "Im… curious if I can research something if I become one."

"With a state alchemist title you can research just about anything with ease." He looks at them and sighs. "Don't tell me you're after the stone just like those brothers are."

"No, I'm not after it to speak. I have nothing to replace and frankly, bringing someone back even if I could, is selfish, I've learned first hand. I just want to know what would happen if someone had one as a heart."

Q watched his reaction carefully. As they stepped out of the government building, Roy glanced at them. "Are you referring to a homunculus by chance? You are aware those are myths, correct?"

"Those are created. Im… well, what if it was a human that was given a stone as their heart? I heard from someone when I was younger it happened before." Q sneezes because of the cold.

"Bless you," He says. "The person who told you that was lying, Q. Even though you're still a child you can't be that naive. Not if you want to be a state alchemist."

Q sighs, they were hoping that he would at least catch on slightly. "When we get to Eastern I want to explain what I'm trying to say. I can't do it with so many people here."

Roy thinks closely about what they said. 'Are they trying to say that they are one? That's impossible. I must be thinking too much into this.'

As they sit in the train on the way to Eastern, Roy tells them about the people on his team. For the most part, Q was only partially listening and was almost asleep.

He only noticed when their head hit the window and were completely asleep.

"Get some sleep, god knows how long it's been since you've done so properly."

When they arrived at central, Roy woke them up and they left for his house. When they arrived to his house, Q sighed.

"So the thing I was talking about earlier," they sit on the couch. "What I was describing, was me."

Roy's eyes widened slightly. Q expected the shock and thought something to prove they dont want to kill him.

"I dont want to kill you, or anyone for that matter. All I know is that besides the alchemy the truth gave me-"

"The truth?"

"Oh, I suppose it makes sense you dont know about that. When I tried to bring Daniel back I saw this thing that called itself the truth. I cant explain it but it was horrifying."

"Okay, so this Truth thing turned you into this homunculus?" Roy propped his head on his hand.

"I think? I'm actually not to sure but from what I remember in my panic state is Mariah yelling about the stone and something about giving everything up. I don't remember anything else because of the pain I was in."

"Are you saying she gave up her life for you?"

"That's what I think happened. the part I dont like is that after that, the rest of the village was dead. I think the truth also took them…"

Roy sat in silence while Q thought about what else to say. They put their face in their hands and groaned. "I wish I could explain more. I just… don't really know what happened besides that. We tried to bring him back, I almost died, and then I woke up fully healed and she's dead. All that was explained to me was that I was now a human made homunculus."

Roy sat up straight. "Well, I suppose that was more than I was expecting when we sat down. I'm going to assume that this is to be kept secret, correct?"

"I don't like the way you're talking or the look on your face. Are you really trying to cut a deal with a child?" Q glares at him. They should've expected this from some of their research they did on state alchemists in the hospital. "You want to be the king, correct? I heard talking in the hospital."

The tension was so thick in the room that you would need more than a knife to cut through it. Neither of the two wanted to answer the other. Both wanted their way and didn't want to hear what the other has to say.

"You want me to help you in some way, don't you? I would rather not have to go through all that work just for a secret… but given the secret…" They sigh. They should have declined the offer or not told Mustang.

"Given the secret you don't have much of a choice. Besides, I'm not asking much. You are a child after all like you said before." Roy laughs internally at how much Q was reading into this. He wonders if something like this has happened before. "All I ask is that you help me when the time comes. Maybe a few things along the way but it's not what you're thinking, Q. I'm not the man to hold a secret over someone's head to make them obey like a dog."

Q stares at him, 'I doubt that looking at that smug face. But I suppose I'd rather deal with you than Bradley.'

The tension was cleared up much more than before. Q still had their doubts about the man but decided that some doubts could be fixed over time.

There's a moment of silence before Q decides to say anything. They knew their answer already but would rather wait to make it more dramatic. They had always done this, never wanting to give in right away. Now was no exception.

"Alright." They shrug. "It's this or killing you and that would be suspicious."

"Go ahead and try if you want, doubt you can."

Q deadpans at him. "I was joking. Besides, I want to know about your flame alchemy. I would understand if you had a lighter and created a larger fire with that, but you snap and it's there."

"I can't answer that. If everyone knew, then what use would I be? What I want to know is what kind of alchemy you practice."

"Well when you first met me I just finished with human transmutation but that clearly failed. But I really just stick to the normal stuff." Q thought for a second. During the period that passed from when they became a homunculus and when they were found, they discovered a few new things about themselves

Besides just immortality, they could control their blood. If they got cut and there was blood from that wound, it could be used as a weapon. They tested it out and it was just like alchemy. They would turn it into a sharp object and shoot it like bullets, and in theory if they lost a lot of blood could use it as something more.

Another thing they had was a skeleton that could pierce through their skin without pain and act like a shield. It was quite terrifying when they first saw themselves.

How could they use this while still appearing human? Q had an answer for at least one of them. "I can also manipulate my blood and use it as a weapon because of the iron in it."

"That's impossible. There's no way you can do that." Roy stared at the child in shock. If they were telling the truth then they really are to be feared. He hoped that they would continue to side with him.

"Well correct but no. I can't do that with alchemy but that's what I'll tell everyone else at least. That's another part of me being a homunculus."

That didn't make Roy feel any better. "Wait, but doesn't that mean to use it you must be hurt first? That doesn't sound like a good plan."

"You're correct once again, Mr.Mustang."

"Just call me Mustang, 'Mr.' makes me feel old."

"Okay, Mustang. You are correct about that but luckily for me, it's not just blood flowing out of my body. As long as it is still liquid I can use it."

"...My point still stands, Q. To use this you must first get hurt."

Q wants to roll their eyes but decides not to. "Yes, that's correct, but if I were to put my blood into jars I could use that instead of having to bleed in battle." They pause, "Unless I need more, that is."

Roy smiles softly, "You've got this all thought out, don't you, kid? Well I suppose I can't stop you if this is what you chose to do."

"I doubt you would try, Mustang."

"You do have a fair point, Q." He agrees. "Oh, by the way, can I ask why your name is Q?"

"I didn't really have a name as a kid, but when a lady took me in, she called me 'Q' because of all the questions I asked." They moved their bangs out of their face, "But mainly because of the q shaped scar on the corner of forehead."

"Well, that's one way to name a kid." Roy shrugs. "I don't have a room set up for you yet, the spare isn't really a room at the moment."

The spare bedroom was completely empty besides a few boxes of random things Roy didn't know what to do with.

"That's ok. I'm fine with just the couch." Q says. "When do you think I can become a state alchemist?"

"You just got out of the hospital, Q."

"Doesn't matter. I'm homunculus so I'm fine. I want to know when I can become one."

Mustang sighs. The kid had just gotten out of the hospital after trying to bring someone from the dead and the first thing they wanted to do is work. He wonders if they're related. "Let's see what you can do first. You can apply in a month if I think you're able to."

"Deal." Q agrees. "So I'm training with the flame alchemist, how lucky of me."

Roy stands up. "Well if you want to stand a chance against me I suggest getting some sleep."

"Alright. Goodnight, Mustang." Q yawns leaning back on the couch. Being a homunculus, they don't need to sleep but it is something they tend to do

"Goodnight, Q." Roy turns off the light and walks to his room. closing his door, he sits at his desk with the phone.

Picking it up he calls the only person he can trust with this, Riza Hawkeye.

"Lieutenant, what do 15 year olds like?"

AHHHH IM SO GLAD I FINALLY GET TO WRITE THIS!!!! also pls exuse if the writing sucks bc I havent written in a while and my first chapter is never the best (I'm working on that tho!) AND I have to write on my phone bc my laptop broke :( THIS WONT STOP ME THO!!!!

#full metal alchemis brotherhood #fullmetal alchimist brotherhood #fullmetal alchemist #roy mustang #king bradley #wrath #flame alchemist #fmab #fmab story #fmab oc

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recentanimenews · 3 years ago

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86 – 08 – We Weren’t Ready

A person is smart. People are dumb, panicky dangerous animals and you know it.—Kay, Men In Black

The Alba are right: the Eighty Six aren’t human. They’re better than that. The humans who populate the serene Republic of San Magnolia blindly accept the government’s policy of ethnic cleansing as the cost of peace, order, and harmony. Lena, like the Eighty Six, knows there’s a wrong, but isn’t prepared to do more wrong to right it.

It’s why when Lena discovers the orders basically sentencing what’s left of Spearhead to their almost certain deaths, she wants to rescind them. Annette pulls her out of the records room for some tea and biscuits, but when Lena once again says it’s wrong not to try to do anything, all of the simmering resentment within Annette finally comes to a caustic boil.

Annette isn’t merely “pretending” to be a bad person; she’s fully embraced the role, heart and soul. She doesn’t need an excuse to do nothing; her inaction has already caused the death of her former neighbor and friend (who it’s pretty clear from the suspenders was none other than Nouzen Shinei) while her research is built upon the deaths of hundreds if not thousands of Eighty Six.

Like the vast majority of people would in such a situation, Annette chose not to fight a force that could not be beaten, but to join them. Even though her father committed suicide after the suffering he caused developing the Para-Raid, Annette carried on his work. She might’ve scared herself when she first called her friend a “filthy colored” like her classmates did, but that fear soon dissipated into acceptance.

After everything she’s been through and done in the name of not being able to do anything else, Annette doesn’t want to hear one more idealistic word out of Lena’s mouth. After all, the Para-Raid that enables Lena to speak to Shin and the other members of Spearhead was the product of involuntary human experimentation and state-sanctioned suffering. So is her comfy bed, her crisp uniform, her tasty coffee and sweets. It’s all tainted by evil.

Annette tells Lena she hates her and never wants to see her again. I mean, we already new full well Annette wouldn’t join any potential crusade against injustice Lena might concoct, but this really twists the knife, as Lena doesn’t even have a pretend friend in the capital in which to confide.

When she confronts her uncle before the statue of San Magnolia, he tells her the orders sending Spearhead to their deaths cant be recinded because it is the will of the republic that evry Eighty Six not only die, but be forgotten and erased from having ever existed. The only way San Magnolia will avoid becoming a pariah state after the war is if the atrocities they committed against the Eighty Six never come to light.

When Lena begs her uncle to remember the spirit of Saint Magnolia, he tells her their republic was never anything other than a country full of fools and villains who executed Magnolia for their wealth and greed. She says that’s just his despair talking, but he doesn’t consider his despair any different from her hope.

If Lena werent already having one of the worst days of her life, Shin also bids her farewell, fully accepting his suicide mission. Lena deduces he’s going after his brother, but Shin doens’t want her to hear his last words. Instead, he warns her that once the Shepherd is destroyed, the Legion is temporarily thrown into chaos, .

He urges her to head for the Eastern border, where she won’t hear the Legion’s voices and go mad. He and the others will buy her some time. With that, he signs off, for what seems like the last time. Now all Lena has is her tears.

With Lena left very much at rock bottom, we return to Spearhead, now only five strong: Kurena, Anju, Theo, Raiden, and Shin. They clean up their barracks, polish up their Juggernauts, have a final meal, and then set off on their deep recon mission with their heads held high.

As we’ve learned, they’re not just doing this because the alternative is summary execution. They’re doing it for their fallen comrades, and because just because they were always called pigs doesn’t mean they’ll become them. There’s a biting sense of inescapable dread and crushing unfairness to their scenes. More than anything, they feel like five kids who shouldn’t have to be anywhere near a battlefield.

Post-credits, we get one more taste of despair in the absence of anything else, in the form of the complete flashback of Shourei choking Shinei. He had been barely keeping it together before that point, crushed by his powerlessness to do anything about the loss of his parents. In a moment of weakness, he let himself blame Shinei for everything, and nearly killing him until someone pulls them apart.

A roboticized, Legionized Shourei narrates this final scene, lamenting that he couldn’t protect Shinei before. But this time, as Shin and his four companions approach him and his Legion unit, Shourei says he’ll protect his brother forever. All he has to do is come to him, which is what he’s doing.

All I can say to any of this is damn…this is some good shit, but it is also incredibly heavy and upsetting. I can only hope that we’ll get some glimmer of light at some point before the end…but that’s hardly a sure thing.

By: braverade

#Anime #News #RABUJOI – An Anime Blog

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guidedbygunpla · 4 years ago

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Gundam REDUX Side Story Chapter 3: Sins Against God and Man

“this country must’ve been beautiful at some point, feel kind of bad for having set half of it on fire” Dozle said with a laugh as their Gow flew over the Rocky Mountains, the remains of Salt Lake City below them, now looking like nothing but shattered glass strewn across the mountain. Zakus occupying the territory now, painted in stark white. Dozle, Char, Icelina and about 2 dozen crew men waited in the tiny room above the Mobile Suit hanger of the Gow, and watched as America drifted below them. The country had been ravaged during the Late AD and early UC by a monstrous drought and famine. A blight caused the great mono cultures of Corn and Soybean to die off, resulting in billions of farm animals being culled, the resulting food shortages resulted in hundreds of thousands starving to death. Poor water management in the south west caused hundreds to migrate elsewhere, and formerly rich and prosperous parts of the south west became completely abandoned. The country fractured in two due to political strife, in part due to arguments about how best to tackle the ecological disaster, resulting in the creation of the two countries the United States of Northern America and The Southern United American Republic in UC 0007. The North was able to barely survive the famine by switching to crops the blight wouldn’t effect, primarily potatoes and rhubarb. They tried desperately to genetically modify the corn and soy bean crops to be more resistant to the blight in the future, with only middling results. Resulting in food enough to only feed a quarter of their population. The south however was able to transfer largely to imported food, and fish, but they had a harder time dealing with the increasing desertification, the rampant dust storms, and the massive floods they were battered with year after year. Eventually, they became the first to honestly consider what so many other first world countries would in the coming years, they began the process of forcing their populations off world through the Federations colonial emigration plan, at first willingly….and then, as the years went by, and the droughts got worse, the famines got worse, and more and more people died. by force. the early days of the UC were like that though. The world was dying, and the only option left for so many was to leave.

With a smaller population the southern American Republic was able to stabilize their economy and began plans to help stop the desertification, as well as hopefully reverse it. However that would be dozens, if not hundreds of years down the line. The earth was sick. In the hundred years before the formation of the universal century charter, 2 world spanning wars, runaway pollution and the destruction of much of earths fresh water reserves, a series of small scale nuclear exchanges along with the ensuing sociological, and ecological pressures those put on the planet caused the amount of the earth that was desert to balloon resulting in vast areas of formerly agricultural land to be swallowed by the great deserts of the world. with crop failure, famine, water shortages, and societal collapse eating up much of the world. The Mojave stretching as far east as Missouri and as far north as Wyoming. The Sahara having swallowed up almost all the land as far south as Angola, and the Gobi going as far south as Qinghai. So much land lost to the great deserts of the world. What choice did they have?

The colony migration plan must’ve made so much sense back then, they must’ve thought they were saving so many millions of lives. if only they had known, Char thought to himself, that because of this all, one day, one of these colonies would come home, and crash into the earth so hard that it would split a tectonic plate in half. In a matter of months it would kill 3 billion of the remaining 6 billion people left on Earth. Through famine, floods and fires. Through volcanos, through tornados, through earthquakes. Life after life would end. All because of a want for power, a lack of caring about ones fellow man, about the world. A Want for control.

If only the people who wrote that damned charter knew what it might cause

If only people had taken better care of things ________________________________________________________________

The gow touched down near a large laboratory building. The smell of the sea strong in the air. Mendocino had largely been spared of the worst of the ecological collapse of the Country. It was lush and beautiful. A true paradise in hell Char thought to himself. “I haven’t really gotten to ask Dozle, why are we moving our headquarters to the Flanagan institute? “ he asked as the officers began the process of disembarking from the Gow

“orders from Supreme commander Gihren, we’re supposed to run some tests here and then likely we’re going to reassign you to a naval crew for a few weeks…..I tried to get you some time off the front line, think it’d do both of us some good to have some time to grieve” “Dozle, you don’t have to do something like that….really” “no, Char… I insist. My heart feels like its breaking everytime I think of Garma. I picture my Mineva, I picture Zenna. I cant imagine how you and Icelina feel. I can’t imagine how father is feeling, I pray his heart can take the stress. That’s why Gihren took charge of the military, he wanted to give father time to process this all. I think some fresh air, some time away from the front lines, it could do us all good.” char looked out at the beautiful scenery around the Gow

“you know I might take you up on that, make sure Icelina is taken care of here, she’s not just our Princess, she is still the daughter of the USNA’s president, who I believe is in power, even if its just in name.”

Dozle knodded at him as Char walked down the ramp to the ground below

The lab they were near was called the Flannigan institute for Zeonic Military Research. It had a… reputation. Soldiers got sent here, came back different. What went on inside the walls of the institute were classified. Char knew they would frequently send POWs here, and that a lot of their research resulted in new mobile suits and new weapons. “Mr. Aznable, please follow me” Char heard a voice call to him as he stepped off the ramp of the Gow “My name is Dr.Tonus, I am a researcher here at the institute, we have been reading over your exploits and wanted to show you around the facility and possibly run a simple test, just to show you what it is we research” “I’m really not the one you should be kissing up to, Commander Dozle is right there, if you are wanting additional funding I’d speak to him instead” Char spoke back in response

“sir this isn’t a request for more money, this is a request to show you, one of Zeons most decorated officers what is in our militaries future.

Char followed him into the building, there were people walking around the halls like in asylums of old, people who seemed confused, distraught, and lost just wandering the halls, dressed poorly and in various states of poor hygiene. It was revolting. The researcher led Char into a back room, where they could see into another room via 1 way glass.

“now Captain Aznable, watch our subject behind this glass. She will guess the cards that are shown on the television screen in front of you, that is showing us footage of a researcher in another lab who is acting as our sender”

Char looked into the room and a woman wearing a bright yellow dress, and of what he believed to be middle eastern decent was re arranging the cards on the table into the same pattern as the researcher on the television. “quite well, so she can perform simple card tricks…..fantastic use of Zeons resources” Char said dismissively

“eh, but watch this Captain Aznable…..I want you to imagine something, something concrete and real, something you know well, and hold that image in your mind” “Lalah, if you could can you read the mind of the man in the room with me, and tell me what it is he is picturing?” Char felt a wall of ice overtake him, his body tingling as if he was diving into a cold pool. The chill of it slid through his brain, feeling like a spear of ice rolled through his mind, peeling away at the layers of gray matter “he is picturing a man with dark black hair, they are in a bathroom with concrete floors and steel cabinetry. There is a smell of tobacco in the air” she said, her voice turning into a laugh towards the end as she realized what it was Char was remembering

“that’s enough. So what is this? Some psychic research program?” Char said turning and staring daggers in the researchers eyes

“…well, yes. Minovski particles make long range communication by radio waves too difficult, so we are researching controlling long range weapons through…..well less conventional means. And Lalah here has been the most successful of our experiments. She was brought to us from West Bengal, she was being used by a card shark there to help him gamble. When she grew obstinate, he abandoned her, and she was taken in to one of Zeons shelters in the area where our men found her, and shipped her back here for study.” “and the rest of the…..subjects, in this facility. Why are they so…..vile” “well, before Lalah, we had been experimenting with getting these abilities by grafting brains of clones of people with similar abilities onto the brains of POW and lower ranked officers, a super soldier program so to speak” “clones of people with similar abilities? Dr.Tonus, please elaborate….because what you are saying is making me want to pull my side arm out and personally shut this whole facility down right now….this sounds like human experimentation, and at that, forced human experimentation…..which as you know violates the antartic treaty as well as the teachings of Zeon Zum Deikun” “Captain, the war will be won by whoever can harness these powers first, and by who can harness them the best. As you have already seen, the federation has 4 pilots who can out pilot even you….surely they have already started to harness Newtypes for combat use” “Newtypes…..the people who Deikun said would be worthy of inheriting the earth, you think that means this? That it means psychics?” Char snapped at the man and pulled his gun, pointing it at the man

“yes sir, spend a few hours with Lalah, you will believe the same as we do, Newtypes…..they are worthy of salvation, we are simply trying to find a way to elevate the rest of us to their level” Char lowered his gun and looked back through the window, then at the small man, who said with no fear the evils he had committed……viewing them as aspects of Chars fathers teachings

“show me these clones…..I need to document this, send it back in a report to the high command.” “before we do that Captain, we do want to run some tests on you….we want to test a theory” ______________________________________________________________

Char found himself hooked up to a machine, a wreath around his head, and a blood pressure cuff on his arm “am I just testing the same thing that the woman from before was testing?” “yes Captain, I want you to clear your mind, and try to see what it is the woman in the room across from you is looking at” char looked at the cards in front of him, and thought about how stupid this all was…he did wonder though

He cleared his mind…and for a second he felt like he saw it, at the same time he felt it, there it was a line of ice through the middle of his brain, right into the top of his spine. he arranged the cards and the researcher knodded at him

“promising” he said as he took the cards away, and wheeled in a small box, with a T shaped item in it, the top bar balancing on a blade, like a knifes edge

“all I need you to do is to move the top part of this metal bar, so that it makes contact on either side of the case, this will trigger an electrical contact, and turn on a light in this office.” char emptied his mind and tried to slow his hands trembling and stared at the metal T

After about ten minutes just as the researcher started to walk towards the box to push it out of the room it tilted and made contact

“now…..now that we have finished your stupid tests, show it to me” Char said as he ripped the wreath off his head.

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Dr. Tonus walked Char into a basement, where all around him in vats were young women and men, all blond, all quite young. Dozens and dozens of them, tubes and wires hanging around them, and skewering their bodies.

“they are all clones of two children who were donated to the facility about a decade ago, we had been studying their abilities at that time, but our research wasn’t folded into the military until recently when Supreme commander Gihren decided that our research could be useful to the war effort.” char walked over to the tanks and looked at the faces of the children

“their features look familiar…who donated them?” “well…..unfortunately that is classified Captain Aznable….their lineage is unfortunately a state secret at this time” “ah, I see…..so they are his children, it’s unmistakable, the jaw line, the ears...they look just like Girhen when he was younger. Wonder who the mother was…that too is probably a state secret too isn’t it” Char said craning his neck to look back at the doctor

“well….yes…..unfortunately it is” “are the children, this mysterious man left here, are they still alive?” “yes they are taken care of in the eastern wing, they are about 13 years old now” “13, and how old are the children in these tubes? Surely they all haven’t been floating like this for 13 years.” Char said looking at the children, they looked to be in their late teens, early 20s, surely these clones weren’t so young. “well, we are injecting them Human Growth Hormone, a combination of Steroids and developmental enhancers and of course they are being dosed with sedatives so they are largely unresponsive, we really just need to get the brain to the right size so that we can excise the parts that we believe are responsible for the Newtype Phenomena. We then graft that part onto the brain of the test subject, though it has so far been unsuccessful…Lalah has been able to telepathically communicate with 2 of our test subjects who became nonverbal after the fact, and they seemed to have still been mentally capable, though we still need time to perfect the surgical process as well as the drug cocktail that will be required to prevent rejection of the parts of the brain that are grafted on” “I don’t understand…how would sticking someones brain matter onto your brain give you their powers?” Char said turning to face the man

“well, you see….this is difficult to explain, but when someone learns something often there is a physical region of the brain, a new organ that is grown. We noticed it in the late 20th century while examining Einstein’s brain. He had a knuckle shaped area behind his right ear, and we saw that same shape, that organ in people that had one thing in common with him, they were violinists. In a normal human brain, that region would be missing, just smooth gray matter but if they had studied the violin in childhood, there it was, the violinists knuckle right behind their right ear. A similar region we called the seat of the pianist would be closer to the center of the brains of those who had studied the piano. Our early tests were with excising those parts and implanting them in others, and surely enough often they could play the instrument in question after the surgery, though they lacked the muscle memory to properly coordinate their body with their mind. But the newtype phenomena is purely mental, we know if we keep experimenting we can uplift ourselves to their level. There is no muscle memory to overcome. “ char looked around, these were human beings

Their bodies were being harvested for war

They were being made into weapons, no not even weapons

Parts of a weapon

What happened to the child when their brain was harvested Casval wondered

Who thought up this monstrous idea

“who ordered this research? Who pushed for the cloning, the brain surgery” “well….Supreme Commander Gihren of course, and the use of them in military applications was further expanded by his sister, Rear Admiral Kycelia. She has begun production of Newtype use weapons to be used in the war effort, we just need to create a decent pool of soldiers for her to use first. “ “this is disgusting…” Char said as he turned away from the man. He began to walk out of the facility, Revolted. As he was about to reach the door though, he felt a line of ice sliding between the lobes of his brain once more. And a woman’s voice in his ears

“you saw the children in the basement didn’t you?” he didn’t know how to respond should he speak aloud, should he just think? Instead Char simply knodded

“it is monstrous isn’t it. I am scared every day they will come for me….that they will carve me up the same way they did those children” Char swallowed in fear as images of surgeons, doctors, and blood filled his mind, he felt like he was drowning in a horror movie

“please you have to take me away from here” Char stormed back into the building, past the lost souls that wandered the halls, and into the room where Lalah was still being studied, grabbing her by he arm he spoke aloud

“I am captain Charles Aznable, and I will be taking this women here with me, if you want to fight me on it, take it up with my commanding officer Dozle Zabi.” He then pulled the women with him out of the facility. Off into the sunny Californian afternoon they walked Lalah free from that horror

And Char burdened even further, knowing that his mission was to no longer hurt Degwin for the pain that he endured as a young boy, but now he had to kill them all, every Zabi had to die…..for this sin against god and man.

#charma #gundam #sidestory

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fyrapartnersearch · 6 years ago

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Looking for writing partners!

Hi guys!!! I’m Crystal. I’m in my mid-20s and I am looking for new RP partners. I write unwind and because I feel like it is a good outlet for me. I can’t stress enough how open I am, please don’t be afraid to message me with basically any idea! I feel like the easiest way for anyone to read this is to use bullet points so here goes.

I like making friends with my partners so please be friendly. When I get excited about a ship, I tend to want to send headcannons and ideas to my partners randomly, so please be okay with that.

Also, please be 18+, especially if you want to write smut.

And I love multiple threads with my partners. I write both males and females but please don’t just use me for my guys! I love my girls too!

Timezone: I am in the Eastern time zone and I do have a full time job and family but I try my best to be active every day. If I am not, I will try to at least let my partner know what’s going on.

Type of roleplay I’m interested in: I love smut but I prefer for the characters to have a decent connection. I also love to write fluff and plots with some angst and drama. I don’t mind dark(ish) plots and I am open to discussing anything.

I have a wish list of plots that I want that I am adding to all the time, feel free to check it out https://crystal-indie-rp.tumblr.com/tagged/wishlist

See below for some that I would really like!!!

I also have a few OCs that I have already created. They are very basic and can be altered for almost any plot. They can be found here https://crystal-indie-rp.tumblr.com/characters

What I want to avoid: I have very few no-gos. I’m not interested in writing anything that is illegal (rape, pedophilia, etc)

Style: I am open to any style of writing depending on the plot. I do try to match my partners length. I try to avoid one-liners unless they are texting because it doesn’t keep the plot moving forward but I am more interested in quality over quantity.

Method of roleplay I’m interested in using: I really prefer Discord or Kik because I am mostly mobile but I am open to other methods if you have any suggestions.

Contact info: My Discord is crystal.indie.rp#9686 and my tumblr is https://crystal-indie-rp.tumblr.com My Kik is Crysty09

Fandoms:

Roswell New Mexico (Malex, Echo, Rosobel, Open to any)

Harry Potter

Pretty LIttle Liars

One Tree Hill

The Fosters

Riverdale

Ask About Any Others

Wishlist plots I am wanting:

#indie rp #indie roleplay #independent roleplay #oc rp #multiple paragraph #long term #submission

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crimsonclove · 5 years ago

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Rowan

Her feet don’t touch the floor. Her hair is too close to the color of the harvest moon. Eyes are much too gold instead of the green of her people. Of what should be her people.

Father is burly and dark as well as her brothers, her mother and sisters are fair skinned with eyes like the northern seas of blue. She simply does not belong.

A changeling she has been told since before she could long remember is what her true roots are. She was the youngest and handled in the most brutal of ways for mere survival.

A cold burst of air travels through the open window as she stares at the stars. She is seven Autumns old and all she wants is to be loved, to be part of something that her soul calls out for. If she has one…

A wail in the night brings her to straddle the window sill her father of sorts built in their home. Four rooms, a common space, and a side kitchen where mother and sisters prepare food. She is not allowed to help for fear of contaminating anything. There is a creak from where her brothers sleep and her heart begins to run as the pounding of hooves. There are not many reasons for the wood to disturb the night unless there is a bed becoming empty.

Her ears try to follow the sound of rough feet cross the dirt floor. Gold eyes in the night reflecting the moon’s beams to help her see as she throws her other leg out the window. There beyond the garden, deep into the trees she could hide; she could run and be free and never again have to feel things a child should not.

Her fingers tremble and she is unaware that her nails shape into talons, or that her eyes grow bright. Mouth open she pants in her fear, adrenaline coursing into her being. She cannot take anymore nights of pain thrust upon her, of words the next day like knives across her back. Everyone knows and none stop it. The wind raises up and there is electricity in the air.

Dark hair and eyes appear just inside the doorway. His eyes are adjusting to the darkness still, but he knows his way and briefly she is unsure why he has stopped and is staring at her. She is small, worthless, frail. But his eyes take her in, she is ethereal and dangerous. Her moonlit hair turns blue in the night, eyes sharp as an eastern tigers, nails that are halfway dug into the wood sill.

Lightning strikes behind her into a tree and it sparks to life. Her eyes take in his shaken state and read the fear seeping from him. She is not sure how she should feel about this. No one has ever been afraid of her before.

The crash of thunder rolling wakens her sisters around her. The two of them crowding into bed at the mere sight of their little sister.

“Mamma! Papa!” They scream into the darkness. The girl listens keenly to the house move and groan at the weight of her family. Of what is supposed to be her family.

She shakes at the sight of her parents. Her brothers crowd into the room with the others. There are five children staring at her older than herself.

“Monster! Demon! Fairy! Get it away! Burn it!”

Nothing she has not heard before. But this time something inside of her breaks as her father reaches to grab at her.

Something unholy climbs from her stomach and into her heart where it mixes with sadness, rage, disgust and the power she was born with.

Her eyes dilate, her hear beat rises, the blood pounds in her ears till all she hears is the faint echo of the storm outside. Red coats her vision as her father is a hairs breath from her. Every conscious thought has fled from her mind besides vengeance, survival, and thirst.

Fingers curl around her fathers wrist and tighten. Her mother screams at the snap that reverberates. Her father howls but tries to snatch at her again. Again she snaps his other wrist and brings him into his own rage.

She is blind to her inner beast that has taken hold. Blind to the storm spreading the fire from tree, to grass, to garden, to the fence connected to the home they have lived in for however many years.

Seven years of neglect, abuse, and raw need is released into the atmosphere and into her father as others are to stunned to help. Her sisters run with their mother to try and get the neighbors, but they are stopped by the roaring flames.

Her brothers try to help their father that she has left broken handed, with arms torn to shreds and bite marks across his legs.

May he feel the burn of her heart as her head begins to clear.

Blood drips down her fingers and mixes with the dirt.

Something very old, very powerful, and twisted speaks through her.

“By your blood you are cursed to never leave, or sleep. May the sun you take pride in cause you to burn in your keep. The child brought to you has been broken by your hands. You will live without time and in agony for as long as she plans.”

Smoke filtered through the windows as the little girl climbed fully out the window and raced into the woods. The flames parting for her.

///

Feet dangling from a birch tree she hummed the song taught to her by the vines that sway in the wind.

Once her heart had been black, but now it was rooted deep with moss. Her fingers clutching a foxglove she stopped her humming.

Near by was a river that ran constant and true. Birds quieted around her, a squirrel dashed up into its hiding place.

Stretching high her long limbs carried her into the safety of foliage.

It had been years she had fled, farther than she imagined. Waiting, wondering, becoming one with nature around her.

Surprises led her away from civilization for a while. From people like her. But she found her way back. She had to eventually. A girl who does not age simply does not exist in the new world.

Wood twigs snapped into her heart, echoing as nature stood still for a moment.

A spider paused before continuing it's silken web above her head. She tried to stretch her ears, let the earth and all its surrounding living arms tell her what was below.

Her eyes turned dark, hunter green, pupils searching through as she connected. Her fingers tight around a branch, feet steady.

Two men, two women, familiar in their appearance. Maybe like her own. Talking softly and im good humor.

"George! Why on earth are we here!"

"To find this old witch. This is ilmatar or some such creature! Come on, where is your sense of adventure. It's told she had been banished long ago."

"I lost it the last time you took us all out for some silly fairy tale. You cant really believe in all this, such nonsense."

"I'll bet he finds nothing but a spider as he runs into it."

"Wait. I thoughts everyone loved magic....Why would the banish some witch and keep the rest? I mean mother always said grandfather had the best magic wielders at his balls."

"Oh please. Magic is so hard to come by. I must agree. Every one who has the talent is accounted for. I dont believe a word of their being some witch nonsense out here."

"And if there is?"

"Then I will profess my love and marry you at once! "

Laughter like bells tormented her ears, slight tips twitching. Her vision returning to herself she let the foxglove drop upon one of their heads as they walked below her. Her silver hair absorbing the sun, her skin fair darkening softly, her gold eyes changing to a soft mossy green.

The man below whose head had been attacked by a flower looked up and caught sight of her foot, one of the women laughing at him.

"Hello?" He called out. "Hello?" The girl shifted down to the last hanging branch just out of their reach head dipped low, lashes bowed gracefully. The other females cooed while the other man seemed thoughtful.

"Henry is my name l, girl. Who are you and what are you doing so far on your own?"

The girl blinked at the man and sat on the branch, shrugging her shoulders she wiggled her finger at them.

"I am called..." She started. What was her name? She couldn't remember those who raised her ever giving her one. But the forst creatures, the wind, the mother earth and father sky.... they had called her Witchling in her heart. A chipmunk scuttled by and chittered. Distracted momentarily by him she giggled before turning back to the expectant adults, her eyes catching a rowan tree.

"You are called ...?" Henry questioned.

"Rowan. I am called Rowan."

One of the woman looked at her.

"My dear girl. You look like a wild child. What is it you are doing out here?" Rowan blinked at the female and stood up quickly, jumping down from the tree and landing as graceful as her lynx friends; the forest blared to life as her feet touched the ground.

"Why! Playing of course!" She giggled as birds twittered over head.oh she had wanted to play. Maybe toy with them as they truly didnt believe in the ruling gods and spirits. No one ever looks for a child witch.

The adults looked at each other oddly. The girl must be wild, or had hit her head, surely.

"Rowan. Where are your parents?"

A gust of wind pushed the adults towards her, she could not help herself at that.

"Why does everyone assume...." She twirled her fingers through her hair, watching leaves fall around the four. "Why do they assume that I am without my parents now?"

The surrounding leaves sunk leaving an empty moat around them.

"Well then, where are they? You should be at home or with a chaperone at the least." The other female stated and took a few steps towards her before getting her foot stuck in the sinking moat.

"Oh heavens! What is this?! Robert, help!" The other man went to help the woman out but hesitated at the womans scream. A hand had shot out and grasped the womans ankle pulling her.

Rowans eyes began to swirl with gold hues.

The four began to panic. She could taste it in the air.

The animals above her began to squal, hoot, sing in cadence with her heart beat. The darkness welling inside her. Her skin lightened into moonlight, her hair fading as clouds began to roll.

Four pairs of eyes turned to her as feral animals surrounded them. A hand raised from the depths of the earth.

Roawn could feel her blood run thick and the edges of her vision grew red.

When was the last time death had filled her?

"You came looking for a witch here, man from beyond the edge. Let me show you what happens when you cross forbidden lines." Darkness over took as she curled her feet into the dirt. Hands dug from beneath and bodies stood before the ring. Not mindless creatures but still the same that she had burned so long ago.

"If you would like to meet my parents, they would be so glad to take you home for dinner..."

Rowan squealed in delight as the two men tried to fight and the women screamed. Chaos ensued as she approached them all. Her hair raising in the wind, eyes bright as the stars, her nails raked across one of the females arm watching the blood rise. Rowan stared at the crimsom coating her nail before grinning wickedly and running her tongue over the sharp edge. The taste of iron engulfed her senses.

"Beware the witch, the spirits, the gods." Rowan backed away as those that were once her living heathen family tore the group apart. She relished in their screams.

Animals cleaned up what was left over as her father and mother tried to approach her.

She hissed at them and then growled.

"People come to the forest to prove me wrong. Go. Show them why they should fear this place again. It's been too long."

Without pause they turned, her parents and siblings, animals wild teeth bloodied in hunger.

It had obviously been too long that people didnt realize what a true witch was and that at least one still existed.

Oh they would be reminded, she thought. Even if she had to tear down the world till her death.

#alt lit #spilled words #bleed ink #bleedink #myshortstory #short story #super natural #natural horror #what hides in the trees #horror #creepy #dead #zombies #nature #at its worst #tear the world apart

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Get to know me tag!!!

Five Things You’ll Find In My Bag

1. headphones (always!) 2. at least 50 hair ties 3. a full bottle of perfume 4. free pens from like everywhere 5. lots of tissues lmao

Five Things In My Bedroom:

a fish tank! i love my lil fishies

shoe cabinet

a Moriarty (from Sherlock BBC) calendar of him saying “Miss me?”. I love it

a small yellow chair!

a color-coordinated bookshelf!!!

Five Things I’ve Always Wanted To Do In My Life:

learn sign language!

travel all over europe

write my own book

become a therapist

have kids!! and pets!!!

Five Things That Make Me Happy:

hanging with friends!!

listening to music, podcasts and ASMR

watching movies

doing artistic things?? idek what that means but like i love going to operas and theaters and taking aesthetic pictures and being creative, shit like that

talking, ranting, expressing my opinions comfortably, theorizing, brainstorming

Five Things On My To-Do List:

read books

hang with friends

write short stories- or write in general lmao

travel!!!

prepare for uni... i need to seriously do that

Five Things People May Not Know About Me:

i am passionate about psychology

i had an obsession with piercings and tattoos when i was younger

i had the yellow belt in karate when i was in practice

im very old school about silly things yet quite liberal about the serious stuff

im basically in love with malmo, sweden

Name?: zaina

Nicknames?: zee

Zodiac?: sagittarius

Sexual Orientation?: straight

Ethnicity?: middle eastern/ north african

Favorite Fruit?: mango!!!!

Favorite Season?: winter

Favorite Flower?: after a quick flower research, i found the soft pink spray roses and the blue hydrangea the most appealing to me

Favorite Scent?: vanilla! cocoa! banana-scented stuff (or generally fruit-scented stuff). old books!!!

Favorite Animal?: bees!! or just any domesticated animals honestly (that can be kept at homes or farms)

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate?: tea

Cat or dog?: dogs

Dream Trip?: a boat travelling all around western europe!!!

Number of Followers?: i dont really care about this stuff

What do I post about?: any posts containing message worth-spreading, funny content or aesthetically-pleasing stuff..

Do I get asks on a regular basis?: nope! so famous that i had to close my ask box

Favorite Band?: twentyone pilots, little mix, imagine dragons, coldplay, hey violet, abba (almost forgot them omg)

Aesthetic?: cinematography, animals and nature, books and libraries, literally anything vintage, multicultures, feminism and femininity. i cant think of other stuff but im majorly into art

Fictional Character I’d Date?: john bender from the breakfast club!!!!

Hogwarts House?: ravenclaw

Rules: BOLD the statements that are true for you!

APPEARANCE:

I am 5'7" or taller

I wear glasses

I have at least one tattoo

I have at least one piercing

I have blonde hair

I have brown eyes

I have short hair

My abs are at least somewhat defined

I have or have had braces

PERSONALITY:

I love meeting new people

People tell me that I’m funny

Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me

I enjoy physical challenges

I enjoy mental challenges

I’m playfully rude with people I know well

I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it

There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY:

I can sing well

I can play an instrument

I can do over 30 pushups without stopping

I’m a fast runner

I can draw well

I have a good memory

I’m good at doing math in my head

I can hold my breath underwater for under a minute

I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling

I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch

I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES:

I enjoy playing sports

I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else

I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else

I have learned a new song in the past week

I work out at least once a week

I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months

I have drawn something in the past month

I enjoy writing

FANDOMS ARE MY #1 PASSION

I do or have done martial arts

EXPERIENCES:

I have had my first kiss

I have had alcohol

I have scored the winning goal in a sports game

I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting

I have been at an overnight event

I have been in a taxi

I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year

I have beaten a video game in one day

I have visited another country

I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts

RELATIONSHIPS:

I’m in a relationship

I have a crush on a celebrity

I have a crush on someone I know

I have been in at least 3 relationships

I have never been in a relationship

I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them

I get crushes easily

I have had a crush on someone for over a year

I have been in a relationship for at least a year

I have had feelings for a friend

MY LIFE:

I have at least one person I consider a “best friend”

I live close at my school

My parents are still together

I have at least one sibling

I live in the united states

There is snow right now where I live

I have hung out with a friend in the past month

I have a smartphone

I have at least 15 CD’s

I share my room with someone

RANDOM SHIT:

I have breakdanced

I know a person named Jamie

I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce

I have dyed my hair

I’m listening to one song on repeat right now

I have punched someone in the past week

I know someone who has gone to jail

I have broken a bone

I have eaten a waffle today

I know what I want to do with my life

I speak at least 2 languages

I have made a new friend in the past year

Relationship status: single

Favorite color: purple, blue, green

Lipstick or Chapstick: lipstick!!

Last song I listened to: hard times by paramore

Last movie I watched: The Boss Baby

Top three TV shows:

(btw these three tv shows are the only shows ive ever watched and actually finished lmao)

BBC Sherlock

Clique

Yuri! on ice

Top three characters:

These are the ones that came to mind first, not top favorites

Sherlock (Sherlock BBC)

Todd Anderson (Dead poets society)

Savannah Karlsen (Girl, interrupted)

rules: copy/paste and replace my answers with yours and tag people :^)

a - age: 17  b - biggest fear: my actual biggest fear is too personal so im gonna say my second biggest fear: not achieving anything valuable in my life  c - current time: 3 am lmao  d - drink you last had: a peach detox lmao  e - every day starts with: checking phone f - favorite song: of all time or currently? ive never had an all time favorite but right now my favorite song is hard times by paramore (mainly the chorus bc its awesome)  g - ghosts, are they real: only the ones in our heads  h - hometown: a.d.  i - in love with: psychology  j - jealous of: productive people  k - killed someone: ...  l - last time you cried: literally yesterday.. m - middle name: dont have one  n - number of siblings: eins (one)  o - one wish: to be satisfied with who i am and what i have p - person you last called/texted: im talking to my friend on the phone right now as im doing this.. shes the one who so kindly guided me to these fun questions q - questions you’re always asked: “why are you so quiet?” “what major are you getting into and at which university?”  r - reasons to smile: youre very much well and alive!!

s - song last sang: i was having a fetus 1d songs marathon at like 2 am the other day so... definitely the entire up all night album

t - time you woke up: these days.. 12 pm, bc im tired and its my holiday  u - underwear color: ohhhh boi v - vacation destination: anywhere cold filled with warm people  w - worst habit: procrastination  x - x-rays you’ve had: the most recent one i remember is a chest x ray y - your favorite food: pasta  z - zodiac sign: sagittarius

post a screenshot of my lock screen, home screen, and last song played

RULES: Choose any three fandoms (in random order) and answer the questions. Then tag some friends.

I choose:

bbc sherlock

clique

yuri! on ice

The first character you loved:

ohhh, first was sherlock! then john almost 0.001 secs later

im pretty sure it was elizabeth. shes the cutest and i relate to her the most

probably Minako Okukawa, because shes so charming and funny

The character you never expected to love so much:

mrs hudson!!!!

louise!!! shes so smart and gorgeous and the least involved in the drama

yurio!!! i used to dislike him lmao but now hes my son

The character you relate to most:

molly hooper

like i said above, elizabeth!

ohh definitely yuri

The character you’d slap

john because sherlock suffered sooo much for him and opened his heart only to be abandoned because john is a naive idiot who still cant tell sherlock’s NOT a sociopath

SO MANY bc almost all of them did shitty things.. but the ones id slap right on sight are Alistair and the Steiner dude

ohmygod no, theyre all pure!! probably yurio bc that kid needs to love himself (but id immediately hug him right after)

Three favorite characters (these are in order of preference):

sherlock & john (one answer), mrs hudson, WIGGINS

holly, rachel, and fay (elizabeth and jude too)

the obvious trio: yuri, victor and yurio

A character you liked at first but not so much anymore:

mary lmao

alistair. i was a little suspicious of him but i liked him at the beginning bc he was cute and innocent. i HATE him now obviously

i love them all.. theres not a single one i dislike

A character you did not like at first, but they’ve grown on you:

ahahah mycroft

uh georgia

christopher and JJ (but now i love them both so much)

#about me

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