#dasha rambles about work

[sun-dari]

i'm quitting my job 🥳

what happened is, my asshole boss refused to pay me for my sick leave, i have anticipated it and knew exactly how much i was owned and why, he didn't like that and said a lot of dumb things i wish i had recorded, and i will be turning in my notice tomorrow

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In Plain Sight - Chapter One

here it is folks! the start of the journey. i have had so much fun drafting this chapter, and hope you enjoy reading it!

Word count: 3958

CW: Adult language

Myth knew the route, he understood it. 

This well practiced tread was practically second nature to him. Gently palming the wall to feel for the familiar symbols long ago scratched into the soft wood within the walls, the borrower shuffled forward assuredly. 

The cramped, pressing space between walls he so often navigated provided a keen sense of belonging. He could probably find his way through most routes with his eyes closed. Hell, without the soft glow of a lit match or belt lamp he might as well be blindfolded. He could barely see an inch in front of him. And yet, each footfall was placed with complete certainty. 

The dark did not disquiet him, nor was it ever a challenge. Darkness was safe, shielding.The inability to make out anything in front of you was a blessing. It meant that you were also hidden from sight. Visibility meant guaranteed danger, staying out of sight meant safety. It was a simple principle. 

Myth raced through the corridors carved throughout the walls, relying only on the long ingrained paths etched into his memory to guide him forward. However, instead of the nearly blasé confidence that he usually assumed on runs, Myth navigated the tight corridors of the walls with an air of quiet desperation. 

The stockade had been raided last week. It was still unclear what caused it, provisions and supplies being there one moment and gone within the next routine inventory hours later. The wards had been diligently dealing with rats for ages now, but it was extremely unusual for any to get that far within the borrower’s well-guarded territory. There had been no sightings of any intruding borrowers or suggestion of foul play. And yet, the once cramped shelves of their stockade were now nearly empty. 

No matter the reason, the sudden, sharp decrease in supply and encroaching panic of the community over rationing what was left meant that expeditions beyond the walls were assigned with a concerning frequency. Some younger borrowers had assumed this was their chance to prove themselves and were clambering to volunteer themselves, but Myth was quick to shut that idea down. The hefty responsibility to train new runners fell to him as the main, and he had neither the time nor patience to do so now. 

With his sister unable to assist on any runs, the brunt of the recent work was delegated to him. He felt like he hardly had a chance to breathe between runs before Dasha was assigning him another. Sure, there were others that would occasionally accompany him, but Myth by far had the most experience. Myth was always happier to work alone anyway. No chance to get slowed down that way. No unnecessary risks. 

This was his fifth run of the week, and as he dashed through the empty spaces in the walls, he could feel the fatigue begin to set in as a dull ache within his muscles. His legs protested against the long distances he traveled, his arms stung with every inch scaled upwards. He shoved down the increasing tiredness that ebbed through him, and kept moving. He could sleep when the community was secure. 

He had felt Kara’s knifepoint jealousy as he was assigned yet another run this morning, and he had to bite back a comment about loving to switch places with her. Sitting safely within the walls while recovering from a minor injury sounded far preferable to these relentless assignments. 

There was a small, inextricable twinge of tired envy within him towards all of the safe, manageable roles delegated to the others as he threw himself outside of the walls again and again. Not that he would ever admit that to anyone. 

Despite the constant string of complaints he has let ramble in his thoughts, he understood the severity of the situation, and knew he had a role in fixing it. 

As his hand brushed a carved crescent shaped divot in the wood, he stilled. This was it. Myth knocked against the wall twice for good luck, a small practice he had started on his first few runs that had long since become habit. Taking a long and weary breath in, Myth pulled down his bottle-cap mask and stepped beyond the cherished security of the walls. 

Myth utterly hated being in the open. Open meant visible, exposed, and there was always limited directionality for quick-needed escapes. The weaving route he used opened from a crack in the aging tile work into a vast kitchen area. Although it did not provide nearly enough cover as some of the other route entrances closer to the floors, it was optimal for gathering quickly, since it was positioned right next to containers of both non-perishable and fresh food. Supply runs would rarely ever pass through the kitchen, but provisions would rarely be found through the safer, less open route entrances. 

They were meticulous in scheduling runs, and midday seemed to be consistent in human vacancy. Night may provide more cover of darkness, but it was nearly guaranteed the humans would be roaming for hours, morning the same. What in the wall's name they were doing in that time was beyond Myth, but he spent very little time caring about the erratic behavior of humans- just staying out of their line of sight. 

Myth cautiously stepped onto the smooth surface of the marble countertop, after ensuring the room was empty. Glancing around his surroundings, he huffed with agitation as he scoped the area and immediately noted that the humans hadn’t yet replenished their own supplies, meaning he was left to scrounge in their diminished scraps. Again. Myth ran a tired hand through his hair as he weighed his limited options.

What this really meant was that this run was a whole bunch of expended energy and time with very little return. Myth knew that any borrower worth their salt would never return empty handed from a run, no matter how barren the surroundings may be. That would signal your inadequacy, and highly disrespect Dasha’s authority. And so, Myth trudged forward. 

Upon the vast counter was a nearly empty fruit bowl that towered over him, and a plastic container holding the crumbled remains of some unidentified dessert. Chewing on his lip, Myth glanced back and forth between them, as if his contemplation would magically spawn more provisions to bring back. An unfortunately unsuccessful strategy. Myth stepped towards the tall bowl, craning his neck up to the lip as he unhooked his makeshift grapple off his belt. Giving it a few swings to pick up momentum, he confidently arced the hook towards the lip. 

Catching his hook on the glass bowl, Myth gave a careful tug to ensure the twine affixed to the thin metal could be pulled taught. The hook held, although the slight creak of the rope while being pulled concerned him slightly. He would probably have to replace it when he got back. 

Ensuring it was secure, he began to ascend, wincing at the dull pain that bloomed through his upper body as he tugged his weight upwards. He pushed himself up to sit on the lip of the bowl, resulting in a sharper stab of fatigue buried in his arms. Removing the twisted metal hook, Myth reverses the grip, before belaying down to the flat bottom of the bowl and surveying his options.

There were a few discarded grapes, the skins of which had turned slightly brown and started to sag with overripeness, along with their now empty stems. Myth rolled his eyes and approached. He crouched down on his haunches and observed a few grapes that were still perfectly usable.  

Humans always seemed to disregard any amount of food that was past its absolute prime quality. The rejection of slightly worsened food was an unbelievable privilege to Myth. One that he had never been extended. Through his many assignments, he had learned that there was very little past the walls unworthy of using. They would need to ration these out within the next day or two, but that was still substantial. He scooped the fruit into his pack.

Once he had made his way back over the wall of the bowl and dropped down onto the counter with a huff, Myth approached the plastic container. It wasn’t much, a few crumbs and larger chunks of some kind of cake. Not very nutritious,but he had never been in the position to be picky. 

He wedged one tip of his hook between the layers of plastic so he had room to force them apart with a resonant pop. Myth winced at the sound, knowing full well he was alone but unable to shake the feeling he was about to be found hunched over and shoveling pieces of dessert into his pack. He moved faster, beginning to have that uncanny, unshakable feeling of being watched creep into him. 

Once Myth had filled his pack with as much as he feasibly could, he slammed the layers of plastic together, having to push down hard to click them back together. He quickly turned on his heel and hurried back to the insignificant split in the even tile lining the countertop. 

Pressing his bag through the opening with a push, Myth shoved himself in as well, leaning his back against the rigid wall next to the crack in order to catch his breath. As soon as he was past the barrier separating the gigantic scale of human spaces and tucked back into the security of the walls, his mind eased considerably. 

The borrower shouldered his now full pack, and turned down the long path back to the community, breathing easier under the cover of sheltered darkness. 

Others have said to him, during the common practice of recounting harrowing tales under the soft glow of wick-light, that the thrill of doing runs made them worth the risk, the adrenaline of close calls the best part of being assigned runs. Myth had nodded along in placid agreement, although he could not agree less. 

The thing Myth really loved about doing runs was the blissful solitude that traversing the routes provided. Simply, the silence of being in between the borrowing world and the human one. 

Borrowing life was as hectic as it was interconnected. Everyone was pressed so close, you didn’t have the space to breathe. In the heart of the walls, there was hardly any moment to reflect or exist in solitude. Here, slipping between the winding corridors, Myth was allowed to savor the isolation, if only for a short time. 

It was in these prized moments that Myth allowed his mind to wander past routine, past assignments and roles and into the abstract. He bounded between worries and excitements, potentials and anticipations. It passed the time deliciously. Gave him a needed distraction as he traversed the darkness.

But as he approached the central chamber of the walls, Myth could hear the stark silence of the route slowly be ebbed away with the present, bustling sounds of the community, the darkness slowly fading as he approached. His time with the personal came to a close, making way for the needs of his community. Myth entered the central chamber, exiting the cramped route entrance into the spacious room dotted with other entrances to routes, as well as corridors snaking further into community territory. . 

Tess, drowsily resting her head on her hand, snapped up immediately when she spotted Myth approaching, and waved him over as he walked in. He understood her excitement. Inventory was a slow and monotonous assignment. 

Casting a glance at the large wrist watch face affixed to the far wall, he noted that he returned several minutes later than he expected. He felt a pang of irritation at himself for getting increasingly slower. His legs ached in angry retort. He needed to lie down. 

He met the younger borrower in the center of the chamber and unloaded his meager spoils from the run onto the makeshift surface she stood behind. Tess made an obvious face.

“That… isn’t a lot.” Tess stated obviously, casting a dubious glance downward. 

“That is what was there.” Myth responded. As if he could control when the humans decided they were tired of their lack of provisions. That would certainly make his life easier.  

Tess sighed, and pulled a large scrap of paper from the pile beside her, marking the date and quality of the different food items with a pencil stub, leaving a patch of lead residue on her hand. “I’ll alert Dasha and sort this into inventory. In the meantime, would you please go lie down. You look like you’re about to collapse.” 

Myth laughed dryly, “Feel like it too. Thanks for telling me it’s obvious.” A slightly awkward beat passed between the borrowers. 

Tess shifted her weight from foot to foot, seeming to consider something weighty before asking, “Are you okay Myth? I mean… with all these assignments…” Her tone was light, quiet, as if asking his opinion was in violation of some kind of rule. 

Myth shrugged his empty pack onto his shoulder, and simply stated “Why wouldn’t I be?”, as he promptly turned on his heel, striding away from Tess and her deepinging expression of pity. 

Making his way towards the opposite wall, Myth entered the corridor to the community quarters, following the long path down to his and Kara’s space. He could hear conversation loud and quiet past the curtained barriers, but was uninterested in participating in any conversation, save for the one between him and sleep. 

Stepping through the curtain of scrap fabric of his quarter, Myth shrugged off his now much lighter pack and tossed his mask to the side of the room, nodding to his sister sitting at the far table. He stretched out as much as his muscles let him, enjoying the aching feeling for a few moments. He figured he should probably greet her before shuffling to his own space. 

Myth joined Kara at their makeshift table, slouching down on the cork across from her as she whittled away at her prized spear. Too tired to greet her, he slumped forward, resting his head on his arms and letting out a much needed groan. 

“So, did the savior of the community gather a fruitful bounty today?” Kara asked, eyes trained on the edge of the glass she was using to sharpen the stone. The question was tinged with bitterness. Kara wasn’t one for hiding what she meant in any situation.

Myth let out a beleaguered sigh and responded without looking up. “Not enough, but there wasn’t enough to get. Bastards hadn’t replenished yet.” Slumped over like this, he could feel how much his back hurt. 

“Sounds like you went all the way out there for nothing. Maybe they should have sent someone else. Would have made the run less lonely anyway.” The edge to her tone was clear. This wasn’t the first time they’ve had this conversation, and Myth knew it wouldn’t be the last. He was getting pretty tired of having it though. 

“I was perfectly fine on my own thanks.” Myth responded pointedly. 

“I would have gotten back here faster. Have you noticed what time it is?” 

Myth scrunched his eyes, annoyed that she knew he would have taken consideration of his increasing slowness. The comment stung slightly. 

Myth raised his head and regarded his sister tiredly. “Kara, it’s not my fault that you weren’t careful.” She sucked in a breath. 

Myth had noticed that, since she’d been recovering from her hurt ankle, Kara had been diligently attentive to her gear. It was clear to everyone she was desperate to get back out there. Myth really did regret not having her presence. She was skilled and effective on runs. Maybe even more than he was, and they both knew it. 

Kara responded with nothing but a punctuated swipe of her knife and a sour frown. He knew he wasn’t being fair, and was about to apologize before she interrupted the silence with, “What even is this, your fourth run this week?”

“Fifth.” Myth responded wearily, sitting up straighter. He really needed to get some rest.  

“Of course. Why not? You alone are going to fix this mess for us. Maybe we’ll throw you a party! Get Cade to plan it, he’d drop everything.”

Myth was about to retort how much he would prefer someone else to do his job for him, but considering how bitter Kara was about being stuck within the walls, he bit it back, and took in a slow breath.

“As much as your doubt inspires me, I’m fully capable of handling this.” Myth responded, trying to keep his voice level. 

Kara slammed the glass point down with a hard smack against the table’s surface, causing Myth to jolt in surprise. “You’re tired is what you are, and that means you’re getting sloppy. Sooner or later that means you’re going to fuck up. And then where would we be Myth?” Kara regarded him with intensity. 

Several moments of tension-singed silence stretched between them. 

Myth tried not to escalate anything when he responded, “Dasha knows what she’s doing.”

“Dasha is scared and making stupid decisions. We have plenty of other people wanting to do runs, wanting to help.” Kara retorted with exasperation, crossing her arms tightly.

“Wanting is not the same as being ready.” Myth firmly insisted, not really wanting to push things further but feeling the stubborn urge to defend himself. 

Kara scoffed in agitation, but he continued. “I am not going to be responsible for anyone getting hurt or caught. They’re untrained, and they’re agitated. That makes people sloppy.”

“They’re eager, and there’s a difference. You won’t even talk to them Myth! Maybe if you gave some of the people here half a chance you wouldn’t have to risk yourself over and over!” 

“I’m doing my job.” Now it was his turn to cross his arms in mild defiance and stare daggers across the table. 

Kara let out a wild laugh, “Of course you are! You’d probably throw yourself in front of a human if Dasha asked-” The thought made his heart rate spike. 

“That is not fucking fair Kara.” Myth’s voice finally raised sharply. He pushed back against the table and scrambled to his feet. He felt agitation cascade through him. Towards Kara, towards Dasha, towards himself. And he was far too tired to do anything about it. 

Kara stood in a feverish instant, leaning all her weight on her good ankle and slamming her hands down on the table. “Since when have you given a shit about fair? Nothing about this has been fair!”, waving one arm out wildly. 

Myth was about to shout back that she was acting like a child, but turned his head backwards when he realized Kara's eyes snapped to something over his shoulder. Tess was standing in the doorway, pushing back the curtain extremely rigidly, eyes equally apologetic and uncomfortable. 

The energy in the room instantly chilled to an awkward coolness. Myth was extremely embarrassed that someone caught one of their regular arguments, and he felt his face get hot as he turned to Tess. Now that the fight had crashed to a stop, Myth felt like he had been zapped of any strength he was still holding on to.  

“Hey Tess.” Myth said quietly, looking downward, unwilling to regard either woman due to the growing sense of shame settling into his chest. He knew he wasn’t angry at Kara, and she wasn’t angry with him, not really. The cramped anxiety that had descended upon the community had been slowly escalating their own unpleasant feelings. The closest thing to take them out on was each other. He knew Tess wouldn’t understand this. 

“Uh… sorry- I didn’t… I mean… Myth, Dasha wants to see you, like, now. Sorry. I’m gonna-” Myth heard Tess turn and sprint away from the curtained doorway. What a day. 

“I better see what she wants.”, even though he most certainly knew what she did. Myth looked towards Kara for her response, but she had sat back down and was now trained on her blade, lips pulled in a tight, straight line. Myth turned away silently. 

Presence with Dasha rarely resulted without a delegated assignment, but Myth internally begged to not be handed another run. He knew that his last one was disappointing, but he was so tired. 

Myth found her in the provision inventory, a carved out hallway stuffed with ledges and makeshift shelves. Dasha was inspecting one of the grapes he had brought in, holding it up with one hand. Her face was still turned away from him, inscrutable. 

He felt a stab of embarrassment at how little he brought back, and desperately wanted to explain himself.

 “Dasha, I-”. She held up a hand, and he immediately halted. 

“Myth, I know this last week has been difficult. Trust me, know one has felt it harder than I have. But you understand that this amount from a run is unacceptable in our present circumstances.” 

His cheeks burned hot. “I’m sorry. This really was the best I could do, the humans hadn’t replenished yet.” 

Dasha wearily raked a hand through the length of her hair, and let in a sharp inhale. 

“I figured. I’m sorry, that wasn’t fair of me.” Dasha put the fruit down and regarded him sympathetically. “You have been doing so much great work for the community, and I know it has not been easy.” Myth could feel she was priming him for something he didn’t want to hear. 

“But I am growing worried that I have been over-relying on your skills. And your sister has been… insistent that I consider alternative runners in her absence,” she took in a breath, “so I am assigning you to train an eligible member to assist you on runs-” His stomach dropped, hard.

“No!” The objection was out before he could stop himself, he quickly tried to recover, “Dasha please, I can do this alone, really.” 

Dasha didn’t seem offended by the outburst, her expression almost pitiful. It made him want to scream. Why did nobody trust that he could handle this? 

“I’m sure you can, but my mind has been made up. If you got injured after all these runs-” she closed her eyes, “I would never forgive myself.”

“Dasha please-” He knew he sounded pathetic, but he didn’t care. 

Dasha firmly interrupted, “You get to choose who it will be, and it's just until Kara recovers and they are trained. I have full faith in you.” She smiled at him warmly, but he could see it was useless to argue. 

He briefly thought back to the comment Kara had made during their argument. He knew she was right. 

“You’re dismissed, get some rest. Tomorrow, please report who you have chosen and we can work out a plan,” she stepped towards him and placed a gentle hand on his cheek before saying, “Thank you Myth.” 

Dasha stepped away and out of the stockade, leaving Myth with a growing thorn of apprehension in his gut. He stood there rigidly for a few moments, before turning and making his way back to his quarters- wishing for his day to just be over already.

Upon returning to his quarters, guilt sat in his stomach like a sharp stone. As he passed by the curtain separating him from Kara’s space, he paused, placing a hand on the wood next to the doorway and leaning his forehead against it..

“I’m sorry.” He spoke to the curtain mutedly.

“I know.” Kara responded from within, equally hushed. And that was it. 

Myth turned to finally, finally crash headlong into the escape of sleep, and as he shuffled toward his own sleeping area, he heard Kara mutter something quietly, although he couldn’t quite make it out. 

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[the-art-of-witnessing-the-cosmos]

Alright I understand, It's just a difficult. From what I understand My 5th house ketu is in house of romance in D1 and conjuncts Jupiter (7th lord) in 8th house, this could potentially mean loss of romance or more focus on monetary gain after marriage. But then I have moon in 5th in d9 which can be like I appreciate the romance but because of Jupiter ketu conjunct it may not happen. I am rambling now hehe. Thanks for the answer.

Can I know your thoughts about Ashlesha Rahu in 11th house and it aspects my uttrabhadrapada mercury, Jupiter and venus conjunction in 7th?

Hii there ketu in 8th navamsha is comfortable.

Ketu in 5th house D1 grants high creativity , high intuition , very fine intellect. So count these into account.

Think for yourself. Ketu in the 5th house. It is what you are indifferent to in this life too , thus romance , creativity , fame, talents etc . You have lived up to the fullest & have saturated yourself with .

Examine the human mind and you will notice the things we fully experience to highest intensity, those things lose their charm . Like it is like this if you are really really good at something , and it's been with you from the start , we are somewhat indifferent to it. This is how ketu works.

The house ketu is in gives immaterial blessings if you realise the gifts. The material things represented by it give less satisfaction, there can be abandonment issues in this area.

Moon in 5th house in navamsha indicates that yes internally romance , your hobbies , mantras etc emotionally fulfill you.

Thus you layer the chart. See how it complex it gets.

Then there is navamsha tulya rashi . You have Jupiter conjunct ketu in Virgo.

Virgo is the 1st sign of your D1 chart. Thus in your dasha of mercury you will also feel the effects of Jupiter+ ketu to certain level. This is how layering happens. There are so many colors in between , darling. 💗💗💗

Learn more & trust that yourself, that your higher self chose this chart .

PS : I am a virgo Rising. My Jupiter is conjunct ketu. 1° close & it is also conjunct Venus in D1 chart.

It gives me strong intuition, and a lot of intuitive understanding . It means in past lives I saturated myself with jupiterian things & venusian things. These things if I get too attached to , close relationships , I suffer due to my attachment to them. Because they are in D1.

But D9 is to be read but differently.

In current life , it gives me blessings too , but the trick is to be not attached to the significations of them much. But to be conscious of them. That's the paradox.

You have your 9th lord exalted in 7th house . Give it some credit. It's placed 11th houses away from its house. Expect gains too .

There are always in betweens. Live your best and do not let fear & doubt poison your mind.

Trust yourself that if challenges arise. You will be able to face it with your chosen loved one. 💚💚💚💚💚

Listen to Sri Suktam and wish for a happy married life. 🙃💗💗

Love 💕✨🌻

Please reblog these posts so that it reaches others too.

[actualbird]

The SECRET is to NOT WRITE IT THREE TIMES. 20 and 25!

I STICK MY TONGUE OUT AT U >:P

i already answered 25 so i’ll answer 20 very very happily bc i was hoping somebody would ask me that question

20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

so in teenagers scare the living shit out of me, im working with three characters and three povs. i wanted to give each of the trio a theme that kinda surrounds their character, something that comes up time and time again.

these themes i develop as the fic goes by, and in chapter 7, i give each of these themes a conclusion

vang0′s thing is fear. he worries about being the most scared of the trio, he feels fear the most often, and he hates it. his conclusion would be that he does something brave. 

dasha’s thing is vulnerability. she says stuff like “not not having fun” and “dont not love you guys” and “im fine. i always am.” her conclusion would be voluntarily being open and honest.

burger’s thing friendship. he wants to be with his friends and be happy with them. his conclusion would be him and his friends having a genuinely good time with no murder in sight.

(sidenote about vang0 and burger. in chapter 3, i mention that burger thinks “bravery matters.” vang0′s theme conclusion means that he will have to be brave about a thing. these two tie in together added with the fact that both of them have a crush on each other. GIVEN THAT, I THINK IT’S PRETTY OBVIOUS WHAT VANG0 TELLS BURGER IN CHAPTER 7, BUT HEY, I WONT SAY IT OUTRIGHT)

thank u for the ask meg!!!! <3!!!

[anodyne-sunflower]

Daydreams-NewtxReader (Req.)

A/N: Requested by @jackdawsonsgrl ❤️ Enjoy~

MOOD MUSIC: Daydreaming by Rosa Pullman

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“Swooping evil venom, Gillyweed...” Your fingers gently traced the labels of the bottles lining Newt’s shelves, finding the spot left vacant for the one currently in your hand. “Ah, aconite.” The bottle slipped easily between the others, a smile on your lips as you mentally congratulated yourself for a simple job well done. It wasn’t like your life had suddenly become difficult to pursue, but this job had certainly left you with much to learn and stress over. “There we are, then. Next thing on the list.”

The paper crumpled as you pulled it from your pocket, eyes scanning the numbered items Newt had tasked you with. He was hardly the overbearing boss, and frankly, one of the best you had worked for. Three weeks in and you had finally decided this was the best career choice you could have made, and if you were honest, the views were often something to admire here. Newt had imagined a world all on his own, with creatures coexisting and humans learning about and from them. It was admirable of him, and to see it come to life before you was as magical as your world could get. Of course, you had feasted on the thought of more than gorgeous terrains and numerous beasts that wowed the visual sense. When you had considered the aesthetics of his basement...well, Newt was certainly part of it, wasn’t he?

“Clean the Niffler habitat-no, that’s last, isn’t it?” You shook your head in vexation, trying to clear away the lewd images being so torturously conjured in your brain. If you didn’t know better, you were about as besotted as a schoolgirl. So enchanted by your boss and madly driven to be more than his assistant. If only Newt could plainly see that in you, but wasn’t that his charm? Being hopelessly unaware of the way you pined for him. One would think your long, amiable gaze was enough to alert him to your desires, but that worked about as well as you expected. No, Newt was different than other men. He wasn’t a fool, by any means, but he certainly didn’t hold the common courting rituals of everyday folk. Frustrating as it was, you had to admit flirting with him was something of a fun pastime at work. “Bugger, um-oh, right, Niffler cages. No wait-oh god, girl! Get it together, he doesn’t even notice you.”

You rolled your eyes at your own stargazing behavior. There would be no work done if you kept on fancying yourself in Newt’s arms and perhaps thrown across his sofa upstairs... “Alright, that’s not helping.” You blushed profusely at the idea, mind scrambling to erase that picture from your head and allow you some peace away from the more lustful corners of your brain. “He’s just your boss, that’s it. Just your boss!” You were whispering hard to yourself, closing your eyes and willing away the naughty bits of your thoughts. Oh, but how lovely it would feel, right? To have his roughened fingertips caress you here and there. “Roughened fingertips...?” How would you even know that? Lucky guess, you assumed, but wasn’t that to be expected by his chosen line of work? It was a very hands on job, it would be an inevitability for him to have such worked over palms.

“Are you alright?”

You nearly jumped from your skin, eyes startling open and turning to find the object of your fantasies walking by. Newt gave you a curious look, blinking in question when you simply nodded. “Yes, of course, just a bit tired. That’s all.” A lie. But, a bloody good one. Newt would never pick up on that, he was too preoccupied by his work that he just smiled and went back to his placing feed in the bins.

“You can go home now, Y/N. If you’d like. I can take-“

Not the intended effect. “No!”

The wizard turned to you in surprise, clearly not expecting such an outburst. He rose back to his full height, suspenders seeming to agree with every slight movement of his body as he did so. “Oh...” It left you heated, cheeks burning hotter with every step he inched towards you. You covered half your face with his scrawled out list, attempting to hide your own embarrassment at his proximity.

“You don’t seem yourself today. Are you sure you’re-“

“Don’t be silly, Newt.” You waved him away, warmed by his concern of you but hoping he didn’t dare come closer or you’d likely faint in his arms. Or maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing. “I don’t need to leave, I’m just a little tired, not overly so, but just a little.” Your words came out in endless rambles, leaving him even further confused by your demeanor.

Newt couldn’t spot the cause of your behavior, and he assumed you were sick at first. But, the second he took notice of the sheen of sweat dotting your skin he worried. A Murtlap bite, perhaps? He was sure you wouldn’t be so affected by the symptoms, but it was never an easy tell. “Did you get bit by one of the creatures?”

“What? No!” You took another step back, moving towards the desk and shelves behind you until your hips hit the edge and shook the number of bottles above. You both looked up then, the split second between the vials descent and your reflex not being quick enough feeling like the longest seconds of your life. Newt quickly stepped forward, trying to grab it before it hit you, but his actions only caused it to slam down onto the table, glass shattering and the contents flying everywhere, including his shirt.

“Newt!” You frantically looked about for a towel or rag, but there was no help in sight. “I’m so sorry, that was my fault! I’ll go get you another-“

“Uh, no-Don’t worry.” Newt offered a smile, moving away as he began undoing each button. The motion appeared slow to you, each button deliberately coming undone and exposing the flesh beneath. Life could be so unfair at times, you mused, and just when you couldn’t feel any worse he undressed there. As if that was a decent and normal thing to do in front of another person. Not that you minded. Not even a little. His suspenders were shifted to fall to his sides, his hands quickly tugging his shirt from his trousers where it was tucked rather messily. It suited him, but as much as it did, you rather enjoyed the shirtless version as well.

“Merlin...” Your eyes went to his waist, lean and slightly muscled it offered an insight into how much physical work this job actually took. Even the scars that were visible were to be admired. Some long, some short and some deep into his skin you wondered how he managed to survive such a wound. It left you dazed before him, mind running through every fantasy you ever had of the man. You so desperately wanted to reach out and touch him. To feel his skin beneath your fingers and hear him enjoy every affection. But, that wasn’t Newt’s way. In fact, he hardly seemed aware of your ogling the entire time he went to the side cabinet and pulled free another shirt.

“D-Does this happen often?” You swallowed hard, watching intently as his fingers trailed his new clothing and buttoned up. If you had no dignity, you’d of gone over and quickly undid his work, because you were pathetically eager to see his freckled skin all over again.

“Sorry?”

“The shirt, I mean, spills and the like.” You motioned to his old dirty one, piled on the table near you. It was an idiotic question, but right now your mind wasn’t working at full capacity.

“On occasion. No harm done, though, Y/N.” He gave another gentle smile, finishing the last button as he casually walked by you and went towards the waters edge at the end of the steps. “I’ll be with the Kelpie for a bit. If you could please just feed the Nundu, then you can head home for the night.”

He could’ve easily forgotten his shirt if he was planning on getting wet, you thought. “You’ll be the death of me, Scamander.”

***

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[plushievash]

hey feli ur a real cool kid and i love listening to u ramble about ur ocs aa a. do u have any random facts about them that u havent shared previously? :^0

thank u!!vitalia has a light hypersensitivity;; she often gets headaches from light even on a cloudy dayfelix rarely refers to others by royal terms even as a joke;; its very limited who he calls royalty seriously and jokingly leo(king; seriously), talia(princess; seriously), dasha(prince/king; seriously), dara(prince; seriously) // miko(king/majesty; jokingly), ruby(princess; jokingly), pekka(prince; jokingly)leonardo works out daily! usually with oriana and nevio but he also loves working out with felix whenever hes up for ittalia loves tarot cards and doing readings! she also loves magic and often performs for regulars at the dioli loungetalia often mimics rubys gestures and posture when shes around her;; she often thinks of herself as rubys “look alike doll”clarissa taught felix tagalog for a way to them to speak without lodovico being able to undestand them;; felix taught dara to do the same around veliadara is dyslexicdara can make a few accurate bird calls;; hes tricked felix into thinking there was a bird in the house beforedespite the most recent events;; after recovery dara has become happier!ippolito snorts when she laughsagostina is very literally a type of mutant that was never supposed to exist;; she was born human and rather than being mutated with a raremutants genes as a template she was mutated with a golden eaglethe falcos often use little catclaw nubs when they sleep to make sure they dont accidentally scratch themselves;; pietro is the only one who doesnt, he refuses to bc he thinks its degradingpekka and antoine are almost constantly listening to music with everything they do;; they use it to regulate their emotions and also to drown out background noise;; they always sleep with music onzacharie tends to fidget a lot when hes anxious;; he often jingles his keys and focuses on the sounds it makesagostinas most treasured possessions are the eagle skull mask that matches pietros falcon skull mask and the traditional russian mask artyom got herthe falcos are a very poison fascinated family! they all think poison is very interesting..pietro likes it the most he likes to study and make his own poisonszaria and talia are both very interested in witchcraftbesides moths dara really loves stickbugs! he thinks theyre coolippolito never learned to drive;; she always thought cars were kind of intimidating instead she often road the bus or got a ride from her older brother dorianopietro greatly looks up to leonardos ancestor fiore;; he thinks of her as a hero she is his inspiration;; he thinks shes a saint and the personification of justicepietro always knew leo was a raremutant;; he knew more about leos family than leo did himself;; it was because after the incident all of vittorios and lucrezias things where given to his mother, salvatrice and nevionevio made copies of important things and kept them on filethey were put in safe keeping with salvatrice since shes known to horde things from her friends in hopes to remember them easierpietro always felt guilty about it but nevio made him swear to never tell leo anythingafter leonardo found out and returned from russia for the first time he talked to pietro about it and pietro admitted he always knew and gave him all of vittorio and lucrezias things so he could know all the things he was meant tomasha/wojciech/svetlana/maxim/miko/dasha all visited and met leonardo when they were younger before the incident;; leo had forgotten about them all since he was so young;; masha/wojciech/svetlana all believed leo was dead as nevio reported to masha that there were no survivors;; maxim felt leo seemed familiar when they first met again but he brushed it off until leo took off his joke eye patch and realized who he wasbecause of this they all knew felix when he was little as well! felix also forgot about them all since he was even youngermaxim actually used to feel protective over felix since he was often seen with bandages and bruisescorvi wears a coiled snake ring that used to belong to demetrio;; it was given to demetrio to show their status as a direct descendant of enrica serpente;; corvi now wears it as proof that they have a serpente from the original family under their controlcorvi is…a very big fan…of sweeney toddcorvi collects gems! they favour black and white gems but they also think purple ones are very prettycorvi is very odd! they completely disregard personal boundaries and push peoples buttons to see how they will react;; theyre most interested in demetrio and zarias reactions to things;; some things they say or do are cruel this has caused demetrio to fear them more than they already did;; zaria tolerates corvi she thinks theyre interesting enough to keep around so she doesnt mind corvis fixation on her too muchcorvi seeks zarias approval? it doesnt destroy them if they dont get it or weird zaria out but they feel some sort of accomplishment out of making her happy or surprising herippolito is a lot taller than people would expect! (shes 6′7′’)alessio had two children his first being “gioia” which he named because she was his joy! his 2nd named “graziella” bc he was thankful for her existence

lskjfs sorry i got a bit carried away but thank u again!!

[placetobenation]

August 15, 2017

From the Dunkin Donuts Center in Providence, RI

Your hosts are Vic Joseph and Corey Graves

We are shown highlights from RAW last night when Akira Tozawa defeated Neville to become the new Cruiserweight Championship. Tonight, we will get a celebration for Tozawa put together by Titus Worldwide.

Cedric Alexander & Gran Metalik vs. Tony Nese & Drew Gulak

Before the match, Gulak tells us Nese called him for advice on who to wrestle (since he beat both his opponents over the past two weeks) and suggested they have a tag match . Nese starts off with Alexander but stops him in order to flex his bicep. After that they work a fast-paced sequence that ends with Nese avoiding a potential dropkick and tagging out. Alexander takes Nese down then tags Metalik, who shows off his speed with some nifty work the crowd appreciates. Gulak is double-teamed briefly then Metalik slaps him across the face. Gulak fights back and hits a shoulder block then Nese comes in and runs into a super kick. Metalik walks the ropes and hits a dropkick then Nese rolls outside as Metalik was back up top but Metalik walks teh ropes for a moonsault. Alexander flies out to take Gulak down. Back inside, Nese catches a springboard move and hits a gutbuster for two then beats on Metalik in the corner. Metalik blocks a superplex by crotching Nese on the top rope then takes him off with a hurricarana as both men are down. They tag out as Alexander runs wild on Gulak. He takes a charging Nese off of the apron then drills Gulak with a back elbow smash. Nese breaks up a pin with a baseball slide and tosses Metalik outside. Nese tries to distract Alexander but that fails as Alexander quickly catches Gulak with the Lumbar Check for the win (7:38) ***1/4.

Thoughts: Fast-paced match to kick off the show. The crowd reacted well to Metalik & Alexander’s offense and the heel team of Gulak & Nese did a great job in this one too. Gulak did not come out with the megaphone and “No Fly Zone” sign but still hates high-flying and unnecessary risks.

Noam Dar, Ariya Daivari, and Lince Dorado are backstage. They are happy Neville has lost the title but he enters looking pissed and they all leave. Neville then tosses a chair and screams.

Titus is shown on his phone in a seemingly great mood to hype up tonight’s celebration.

The Brian Kendrick vs. Mustafa Ali

Kendrick is paranoid about Gallagher attacking him and starts checking underneath the ring to see if he is there. Ali has Kendrick scrambling to the ropes to start. He then hits a dropkick for two but Kendrick drills him with an elbow in the face. Ali comes back with a crossbody from the top as the announcers keep putting over how Kendrick seems “lost.” Kendrick boots Ali in the face but misses a charge and gets kicked. Ali then hits a rolling neckbreaker for two and heads up top. Ali rolls through a sunset flip and gets drilled with a basement dropkick. Ali heads up top but Kendrick cuts him off and locks on the Captain’s Hook. Ali is trying with everything he has to reach the ropes and finally does. Kendrick sends Ali through the ropes with a running kick to the face then whips him into the ring apron. Kendrick now sticks Ali’s foot in a hole from the steel steps then rolls inside to break the count and tries to destroy his knee but Gallagher runs out and pummels Kendrick for the DQ (5:02) **. Kendrick flees through the crowd as a pissed off Gallagher is in the ring asking for him to come back.

Thoughts: The action was fine with the story of Kendrick being too preoccupied/paranoid with Gallagher thus not being fully focused on his opponent. However, this Gallagher/Kendrick feud is not over at all and that’s a shame since Gallagher was one of the most over acts in the division at one point. I’d like to see Ali get to do something too other than being a pawn in this feud.

Dasha Fuentes is backstage with Rich Swann. He is all smiles as Dasha asks him about his rubber match against TJP tonight. Swann says TJP is not the only one who can do a victory dance but Daivari interrupts to say TJP is out and he is Swann’s new opponent. Swann wants to know what happened to TJP but Daivari tells him to be more concerned about his new match for tonight.

Ariya Daivari vs. Rich Swann

Swann dances after avoiding a charge in the corner then works a side headlock. The announcers talk about the Swann/TJP rivalry as Swann hits a dropkick for a two count. Daivari slides out onto the apron but Swann kicks him down. Daivari ducks a moonsault block then Swann charges but Daivari tosses him against the apron. Daivari works over the neck as they head back into the ring. Swann fights back and gets two with a leg drop to the back of the neck. Daivari yanks Swann down by the hair and hits an inverted DDT but misses a frog splash. Swann hits a super kick then climbs up top but TJP comes out on crutches and that lets Daivari yank Swann down then hit the hammerlock lariat for the win (5:03) *1/2. After the match, TJP stares down Swann from the aisle.

Thoughts: Dull action with a lame finish. It was obvious that TJP was going to screw over Swann somehow and the fact he is on crutches and looking disappointed makes me think the story will be TJP is going to make Swann guilty for hurting him in their match last week and avoiding their rubber match.

A paranoid Kendrick tries to leave the arena but runs into Dasha. He rambles on with some paranoid tangent before coming to the conclusion that he should challenge Gallagher to a duel. A bizarre segment to say the least.

Its now time for Tozawa’s celebration. Titus is out first as the ring is all set up for a champagne toast. We get the spotlights going as Tozawa is introduced. He comes out as Titus waves “bye bye” to Neville’s title reign then Tozawa speaks. He talks about this being an important moment as Titus pops the champagne bottle that spills and tells him to be easy. Titus then has something important to say to Tozawa and that is “thank you” as Tozawa’s dream to be a WWE Superstar was thought to be a silly dream to many, just like Titus Worldwide, but now they are both a reality before Titus kicks off the celebration. However, Neville comes out to interrupt. Neville said he brought honor, dignity, and respect to the Cruiserweight Championship and will rectify the mockery that Tozawa has made of the belt at SummerSlam. Neville looks at the SummerSlam countout clock on the screen and tells Tozawa this is amount of time he has left with his championship. Titus tells Neville he needs some sleep and that his mind games will not work as Tozawa is the new champ and makes the demands. Neville charges into the ring but Tozawa boots him off of the apron. Tozawa heads out and tosses Neville around then holds up the belt in the ring to close the show as Neville is out on the floor. I liked seeing Tozawa stand tall but I cannot help but think he will get screwed out of the title at SummerSlam.

Final Thoughts: The opening tag match was really good and the celebration was a nice moment. However, the rest of the action was disappointing and this Kendrick/Gallagher stuff is failing to connect and will apparently still continue for reasons I cannot understand. It will be interesting to see what happens with the title coming out of SummerSlam though as there are not enough strong heel opponents for Tozawa to face if he remains the champion.

[sun-dari]

boss is at it again! trying to guilt trip me for taking sick leave

[sun-dari]

it hasn't even been half a year since The Coup (the actual person doing shit left and took half the employees and clients with her) and the boss has already became way too comfortable with behaving like a petty little tyrant again. like. i took sick leave and i'm still working from home and he complains about it anyway. makes me want to quit on the spot out of spite

[sun-dari]

got a little carried away in a conversation and accidentally called our shitty boss a dirty capitalist in front of my coworkers. i don't think any of them is going to say anything it would be the funniest way to get fired

[sun-dari]

people have been pointing it out for ages but living under capitalism sure does suck

[sun-dari]

i know i complained a lot about my job but it is actually pretty decent all things considered, except that now the longest lasting employee (who is also the snobbiest one) is leaving and taking half the clients and half the office with her. as far as i know she's trying to recruit our other copywriter and not me and i am not sure how i feel about that, but in any way i guess it's time to seriously look for another job

[sun-dari]

i am sick and tired of my job but i'm so burned out that i keep sending out resumes and then not doing tests (or whatever they're called in english) i receive in return

[sun-dari]

i hate team work. so much. some asshole forgot the concept of "information becomes irrelevant when time passes" and now i have to urgently write a text about some dumb fishing gear on sunday when it's not even 9 am yet

[sun-dari]

so, apparently, i do the most soulless job imaginable without my soul in it

[sun-dari]

the thing that annoys me about this job probably the most is that to actually do my job i need at least some people to do theirs jobs properly first. and they just don't do it. and so i am sitting here, for a whole hour already, doing absolutely nothing, because the person on whom i depend not only haven't done her job but didn't even deign to show up to the office yet