#doctor Kloss

[cryptoriawebb]

So like two months or so ago I went down this YouTube rabbit hole and watched a bunch of SCP animations from various channels. One of them had reoccurring characters and background lore that ended up being a lot more engaging than I expected. Anyway Doctor Kloss and Agent Chen should kiss and get married so here’s this thing I drew💕

Anyone else watch Professor Lucius’ channel? I know I’m late to the party but I was looking for something short to binge at night after work.

[cryptoriawebb]

Yes yes more SCP art. Kinda😆

I wanted to draw Kloss again but of course had to add a li’l Chen because the boyfriends must stay together💕

I like to headcanon Chen’s overall opinion about Kloss is something like “geez, he’s a nerd…but he’s MY nerd❤️” (because Kloss is a millennial weeb who wears cat ear headphones and downloads Elden Ring onto the Foundation servers😆)

Anyway it’s cute and we’re all allowed our niche comfort series🤙

[cryptoriawebb]

So I rewatched the last episode of Professor Lucius' ongoing story and it hit me with a little story bug that wouldn't leave me alone.

Art + drabble under the cut. Things get pretty dark, so you've been warned.

“Kloss, what the hell?” Chen dropped to his knees beside the other man, pulling his wounded arm away. “If you were struggling with something, you shoulda talked to me. I would’ve listened,” he added, frantically pressing a washcloth against the jagged gash oozing a frightening amount of blood.

Kloss laughed weakly, staring at the ground. A faraway look haunted his face, wet and shining with tears. It was as though Chen were looking at a ghost, and not the shaking form of the man he loved.

“That’s not why I did it,” Kloss croaked.

“What…?”

“Don’t you see? They can’t replicate a scar like it’s regular tissue. They’d have to cut into the body themselves, and even then, they may not get it right. Someone would know—you would know, I know you would, and then you’d tell me, right?”

“I…I guess?” Chen managed, alarm tight in his throat. “I don’t understand what you’re-“

“I would know, Chen. I-I would know they killed me again.” He looked up with wide, wild eyes, and Chen realized then that the ambitious scientist he’d always relied on was somewhere else. Somewhere lost.

“…how would you know?” He regretted asking as soon as the words left his mouth. Kloss shook his head, and as before, laughed that tinny, delicate little laugh.

“I’d be missing pieces. You heard the Professor. They can pick and choose whatever they want to put in my head. Maybe they let me keep this memory, maybe they don’t. Either way, something gets lost, and this…this new clone would end up following the s-same trail of breadcrumbs because I’ve done it every single time!” He collapsed in on himself, then—at least he tried: Chen wouldn’t let him fall that far. He scrambled closer to the other man, sitting snug beside him. He snaked his own free hand behind Kloss’ back, pulling him tightly against his chest. His left hand still held onto that bleeding arm—Shit. They really needed to address that.

“Doc,” Chen said quietly, his own voice starting to tremble. “I won’t let anything happen to you. I’ll watch you like a hawk if I gotta, okay?”

Kloss didn’t answer…but he didn’t protest, either. Good enough. Chen bent forward, burying his nose in the other man’s hair. Then he exhaled slowly, and looked towards the door at the far end of the room.

“Let me take you to the infirmary. We can sort all this out after I know you’re not gonna drop….” dead. Drop dead. He trailed off, unable to say the word aloud. The ice in Chen’s gut told him he’d have a lot of looking out to do in the near future: for any signs of interference from above…and maybe to protect Kloss from himself.

[archiveofkloss]

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[welp-back-on-my-bs]

Idk how the FUCK i did all of this but-

The spirits got me... so platonic yandere yeves x morgan au

Yves was visiting his territory when he saw someone being thrown from a biulding.

"Stay out, Obsidian scum!" Could easily be heard.

Yves stepped from his carridge to see what was going on. He found what looked like a girl, curled up on the ground, clearly in pain.

"May I help you?"

The girl paid no mind to him, trying to stand up. That's when he saw she was drenched, bruised, and bleeding.

"Please, come with me." He was quick to take off his coat and wrap it around the girl. She didn't resist. she just did what was needed of her.

He took her to a nearby villa he was staying at, starting to take care of the clearly scared girl.

Yves took it upon himself to take care of her. He gave her some spare clothes, she asked for men's clothing instead of women's so he supplied Licht's spare clothes. He had a doctor make sure she was physically well. Only to find out she had a bad cold and deep wounds. One that was odd in nature and would affect how she moved. So he took care of her as she rested. He demaned it of her even whenever she tried to get up and do something. He was there to lay her back down.

"... what's your name...?" the girl softly asked, holding a pillow close.

"Oh, where are my manners, I'm Yevs Kloss."

"...Kloss..."

"Yes, it's a name of Obsidian nobility..." he sighed a bit, "but you're also from there, right?"

"Mhm... I... I'm... Morgan... Solace... Morgan Solace..." she smiled to herself, as if likeing the sound of her name. As if she heard it for the first time.

"Well, it is an honor to meet you, Morgan." He smiled at her, reaching out to comfort her, until she shrunk away.

'Obsidian hurt her too... didn't they...? Clearly...'

Yeves frowned softly but pulled his hand away. "Well, I want to be sure you're safe and well taken care of... oh! You can be my attendant!"

"You would want ME as your attendant...?"

"Yes, I'm sure you have a lot of skills, and I'll help you where needed. Some of my brothers have one, and they have been helpful to them. I think it will be beneficial to us both."

Morgan seemed to think on it before nodding. "Okay... I'll be your attendant."

Yevs couldn't help but smile. He wouldn't have to be alone. He brought good fortune to someone.

Once Morgan had healed enough to move on their own (they weren't a woman, but something in-between as they explained it), the duo returned to Rohdinite palace.

Yves introduveing Morgan to his brothers as his attendant shocked everyone, to say the least.

"My, my, how fasinateing. So you've taken in someone who has sought asylum from Obsidian? That isn't going to do you much good in afraid Yevs" Clavis chuckled, pointing out what should be obvious. "She di-"

"They. And I'm sure there is a good reason why they didn't go through legal channels. Obsidian has been cut off from the world. Their people have been starving and suffering."

"What was your occupation before coming to Rohdinite?" Chalaver coldly asked.

"... Military wife... before that I worked as a slaes person with my father..." Morgan replied, clearly feeling uncomfortable by all the stares.

"You haven't seen the wounds on them. They were clearly hurt often by their ex-husband by how deep and black some were."

"Well, Yves doesn't have the best reputation among the nobility in the first place. But, the people who were once a part of Obsidian and defected would sure respect it. Didn't the same happen with you, Clavis?"

"True, I do attract the most amusing of people. But we first need as much information we can get from... them was it?"

Morgan nodded. "I'll answer questions to the best of my abilities."

So, many questions were asked of Morgan. Some clearly shook them up, but Yves was there to comfort them and give them some tea and sweets to help. After all, they were his to take care of as a prince and leader.

After the questions were over, Chalaver got up and left without another word.

Clavis sighed. "So dramatic, he must be missing that boyfriend of his so badly," he chuckled. "I'll send Cyran to meet you later. I'm sure you both will get along amazingly. " Clavis then took his leave

To Yves' surprise, Nokto quietly left as well.

'At least he didn't try to flirt with them...'

Now, it was just the domestic faction in the room. It made Yves a little nervous.

"Well, I'm glad to see that you got someone to help Yves. I hope you won't mind that things with us aren't that organized, Morgan."

"Oh- I completely understand that. Sometimes, when things are clean, you can just as easily lose them as when they are messy!"

Jin chuckled. "I think Yves found the perfect assistant for himself so far."

"It seems you have also taken to Yevs baking." Leon added with a chuckle.

Yevs could help but be proud of the person he found and helped.

"Well, yeah, it's amazing. If you ever need an assistant in the kitchen, I'd be okay with helping you. " Morgan smiled weakly at Yves, but it was so genuine. He was proud to have gotten that smile after all the pain they've been through. He earned that smile.

He wasn't going to let anyone take it away from them.

Morgan took easily to the work that Yevs gave them. They mastered paperwork, they were an amazing baker themself, they managed to get along with Licht!

But he also noticed that they had hard days. Days where they never left their room. Days they wouldn't speak a word. Times where they looked so scared and had to leave. Times where the only person they trusted was him.

Of course, he took the time to help them out, styling their hair and jewelry so that they both could look their best. Bakeing both of their stress away before eating away at it.

Not to mention, ever since Morgan came along, he was less unlucky. He didn't fall into Clavis' traps. He didn't step on a cat, break a mirror, and trip on the stairs. Nothing. It was like... they were a good luck charm.

He was glad to keep them safe, and in turn, they listened to him. They stood up to nobles for him. They helped him connect to Obsidian and taught him things he never thought he would know.

When Luke came to the palace, he seemed weird around Morgan. Yves didn't care much for that. Luke should respect his hard-working assistant.

He didn't like how often he found Luke not too far behind Morgan. What was he looking for from them. Some staff allways seemed to be near them often aswell.

Some were known to be from Obsidian.

So, Yves took it upon himself to dismiss them. He wasn't going to let go of Morgan. Not his good luck charm.

Then, the time came for the Goodwill Gala between Rohdinite and Bennonite. He couldn't wait to introduce Morgan to Keith. He knew that they would get along amazingly!

"Introduceing Morgan Solace"

There they were, dressed to the nines thanks to Yves help. He couldn't be more proud of them and how far they came.

Then. Yves bad luck struck.

Morgan bumped into Prince Silvio of all the people they could've run into. It had to be him. He was just as bad as Nokto and Jin. Maybe even worse!

The way he touched them. Smiled at them. Talked to them. It was dreadful. That is way to treat his lucky charm and best friend. They deserve the best. Prince Silvio was one of the worst.

Yves got closer to see what the two were talking about.

"You're saying Prince Yves made those clothes? He is more skilled than people give him credit." Silvio staed, amazed. As he should be.

"Yeah, he is kind and talented. I don't know where I got so lucky having a boss like him"

"Yeah, by the way. Where did you learn all that business stuff? I doubt Prince Yves taught you that"

Morgan looked uncomfortable and saddend by the question. So Yves took that moment to save them, and imedeately fell between them.

Morgan was quick to worry over Yves and helped him up before apologizing to Silvio and taking him to the infirmary to check him over.

'Oh Morgan, you're too kind.'

Yves smiled at his small victory as Morgan checked him over for wounds.

'Such a kind person shouldn't be hurt by a brute like that...'

Morgan finished checking Yves over before relaxing. "You're not at all hurt. Which is good-"

"Alright, I am going to rest for a bit, though. I want you to go and talk to Keith Howell, okay? He is a good friend of Licht and I, so if you need him pointed out, go to him."

Yves needed to... talk to a certain prince about them.

So Morgan left, unaware of what was going on in Yves head.

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BAM!

The door to the infirmary was kicked open, and there stood Prince Silvio.

"Ya needed somethin'?"

"I need you to stay far away from MY attendant."

"Morgan, right. That's what has got you so worked up? Us talking?" Silvio couldn't help but snort. "Well, maybe I'll make them mine faster"

"You. Wouldnt. Dare." Yves glared at the prince.

"Would I? We'll see, " he smirked and left the room. Clearly on a mission now.

Yves needsd to go, and fast. Who knows what Silvio was planning? Who knows what he would do to them after he gets his hands on them. They have been hurt enough.

By the time Yves made it back to the ballroom, everyone's eyes were drawn to the dance floor. So, when Yves followed them, he saw it.

Morgan Solace, dancing with Gilbert. Von. Obsidian.

The living symbol of both of their pain.

'Let. Them. Go'

He couldn't move.

'Let. Them. Go.'

He couldn't speak.

What seemed like hours went by. The two clearly talked about something as they danced. Both graceful moveing concisely and slowly.

That eternity finally ended when the music did. When Morgan bowed to Gilbert before sneaking off.

He knew Gilbert would ignore him like everyone else... everyone but Morgan... so, he went after them instead.

He found Morgan in their room, curled up in blankets and sobbing.

"Morgan...?" That bastard. He should pay for what he did to them.

"Y-yves!" They jumped, trying to dry their tears but failed.

He frowned softly and went over to Morgan to just hold them. They let themself sob into his arms.

It took everything within him not to go up to Gilbert and kill him then and there.

But he needed to take care of Morgan right now, revenge can be done later.

[aquagirl1978]

Hii so I'm kind of mentally preparing to not be able to carry children one day, so do you think you can write hc for the suitors with a s/o that can't have kids/might have a risky pregnancy?

If you have to narrow it down, maybe Leon, Chevalier, Yves, Nokto and Clavis?

Anon, thank you for the request - may these headcanons provide some comfort for you.

IKEMEN PRINCE HEADCANONS - SUITORS REACTION TO RISKY PREGNANCY/INFERTILITY (Leon, Chevalier, Yves, Nokto, Clavis)

Leon Dompteur

Leon held you in his arms as the doctor spoke the words - children will never be a possibility.

The doctor left the room quietly, leaving you alone with the news.

"Leon, I am so sorry...." You started to sob, knowing Leon's past and how important it was to him to have a family of his own, that dream now shattered.

Leon gathered you in his strong arms, and held you close to his chest. He kissed your tears away, his warmth comforting. "There's nothing for you to be sorry for," his whispered, his words comforting. "All hope is not lost, we can always adopt."

You glanced up at him, your cheeks tear-stained. "There are plenty of kids in the orphanage needing a family to call their own. Seems only fitting that things would work out this way, no?"

Of course Leon would see the sunny side to this situation. Glad to have him by your side, your future looked even brighter together.

Chevalier Michel

"Stop pushing yourself," Chevalier scolded, folding his arms. "You were warned of the risks."

Sighing, you ignored your fatigue. "Just a bit more." There was only one more pile of books left to put away. And knowing your growing condition, you wanted Chevalier's private library as organized as it could be before you wouldn't be able to work any longer.

Chevalier approached you, plucking the book from your hand. With a long, elegant finger, he gently flicked your forehead. "How many times do I have to tell you, simpleton."

He pulled you into his arms and gently carried you into the chair he once occupied alone. He rubbed his palm awkwardly down your arm, resting it on your belly. "You're carrying the king's heir and the doctor has warned there are risks."

"And because of that," he continued, "I am putting you on immediate rest."

You stared into his eyes, pools of stern blue, ready to pout and protest against his orders.

"You do not need to prove yourself to me," he said, his smile soft as he gently kissed your forehead. "I will not allow any harm to come to you or our child. Ever."

Yves Kloss

The words rang in Yves' head over and over again - children will not be a possibility.

He watched with agony as you laid in bed, tears staining your cheeks, unable to move from your spot.

Yves did not know how to comfort you at this time - should he go to you? give you space? - so instead, he fidgeted nervously in a nearby chaise.

You called his name out weakly, beckoning him to your side. He approached you slowly, and took your hand in his. "I'm so - " You choke out a few words in between sobs, much of it incoherent.

Yves took a seat on the bed next to you. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a pink handkerchief and dabbed your eyes.

You squeezed his hand as you looked into his grief-stricken pale blue eyes.

Yves squeezed his eyes shut tight; he didn't have it in him to tell you that a small part of him was relieved. Relieved that he would not have to pass down to a child his unwanted Obsidian blood.

Maybe, just maybe, things were better this way.

He opened his eyes and smiled at you gently, stroking your forehead with his fingertips. "I don't think I could ask for anything more than a life with you by my side. As long as I have you, I am happy. I don't need anything else."

Nokto Klein

"Twins?" Nokto repeated the words you just said to him, slowly and stunned.

"Yes, Nokto," you replied with a small smile from under the pile of covers on the bed. "The doctor confirmed we are having twins. But..."

Nokto was barely listening to the rest of what you had to say. Twins. How could this happen; how could this happen again?

He sat down on the peppermint bench by his bed, resting his head in his hands.

"Nokto, did you hear everything I just said?"

He turned and looked at you, and only just now noticing the fear clouding your usually bright eyes. "What's wrong?"

"The doctor has some, um, concerns and has ordered immediate bedrest for me. He said there are some possible risks - "

The moment you said the word "risk", Nokto was up and by your side, his hands clasping yours. "Risks?"

You told him everything the doctor had said - that this pregnancy would not be without risks, and the best and safest course of action would be immediate bed rest.

Needing to be by your side, to feel you, to touch you, he lifted up the covers and climbed into bed next to you. "Whatever you need, whatever you want, just tell me." He placed a gentle hand on your belly. He hadn't met them yet, but Nokto knew he'd be shattered if anything happened to either of them.

Clavis Lelouch

"Children are...."

"Not a possibility," you finished Clavis' sentence.

"Hmm..." Clavis stood there staring at you, for once at a rare loss for words. "No kids, huh?" No children to teach pranks. No children to cook outlandish desserts for. No children to carry on his name.

You stared into golden eyes that had dimmed. "Are you okay?"

Clavis laughed at you; not his usual laugh, no. This was artificial. "Me? I'm fine, I'm always fine," he quickly brushed your concern away, adjusting the lapels of his jacket.

He snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you close for a quick kiss. "I'm fine as long as I'm with you."

He smiled at you, his golden eyes crinkling as he spoke. "I was thinking, we could adopt a child. Or a few. Or a dozen. Imagine...a whole Lelouch army of my children."

You buried your head in his shoulder, your bodies rumbling with laughter, your heart swelling with love, knowing you could conquer anything at all with this mischievous man.

[reccyls]

Gilbert and Chevalier as kids (Gilbert's both routes clear epilogue)

Gilbert spent about a year in Rhodolite, going by the name of Gilbert Kloss (though he usually just introduces himself as Gil). He met Chevalier by coincidence when they were both visiting Akatsuki to buy some books.

After a year, Gilbert stopped receiving letters from his brother and mother, and had a bad feeling so he decided to return to Obsidian. He went to tell everyone he knew, first Akatsuki, and then Chevalier, who actually avoided telling Gilbert his name for the entire year.

Gilbert: Could you finally tell me your name? Blond boy: That's a bother. Gilbert: Please? Since we're friends? Blond boy: I don't have friends. Gilbert: I'm going to cry. Blond boy: Then cry.

But then Chevalier reached into his pocket and handed something to Gilbert.

Gilbert: What's this? Blond boy: I noticed that sometimes get coughing fits. Gilbert: ....... Blond boy: My younger brother gets sick a lot, so the doctor tells him to drink a lot of tea. I snuck some of the tea leaves for you. Gilbert: ...So you actually are a softie.

Chevalier had written his name on the packet of tea leaves, and Gilbert recognizes it as the name of Rhodolite's prince. He then also introduces himself via full name as Gilbert Kloss, and Chevalier makes the connection to Obsidian instantly once he hears the surname, so they both know where each other stands. Still:

Gilbert: I hope we can still be friends the next time we meet. Chevalier: We'll see.

(Later in the dramatic route, Chevalier actually passes MC a letter that was meant for Gilbert, which turned out to not be a letter at all, but another packet of high quality Rhodolite tea leaves.)

(In the romantic route, MC has this exchange with Chevalier:

MC: Were you and Gilbert friends? Chevalier: ...That was a long time ago.

But he never says that they weren't.)

[cloudcountry]

IKEMEN FRANCHISE MASTERLIST !!

unconventional otome game love interest traits each guy would have

ikemen vampire . . .

guessing their love languages (headcanons of the mansion residents. ~450 words.) — guessing their love language based on the very little information i have about them oops

yearning (isaac newton x reader. ~1k words.) — you fall asleep on isaac's shoulder while he's working.

lipstick marks (mozart, arthur, vincent, & isaac x reader. ~400 words) — you leave a lipstick mark on him, how scandalous!!!

an artist's dilemma (vincent x reader. ~500 words) — vincent sees a masterpiece in you.

painting with vincent (vincent x reader. ~300 words) — after a long day, you find solace in vincent.

lover of flowers (arthur & isaac x reader. ~1k words) — arthur is enamored with the reserved florist & isaac stumbles about her.

hair clips are my love language (ikevamp characters headcanons. ~800 words) — giving the suitors some of my hair accessories.

comte and a vampire hunter (comte de saint germain x reader. ~500 words) — you run into comte (or rather, he runs into you) after you kill a vampire.

mozart & the wire brooch (mozart x reader. ~250 words) — you give mozart a gift.

vlad and the florist (vlad x reader. ~250 words) — it seems you and the florist you met a long time ago have the same idea.

cooking with will (shakespeare x reader. ~300 words) — you teach will how to find his way around the one room in his villa he never uses: the kitchen.

bakery date with theo (theodorus x reader. ~300 words) — theo "takes you out for a walk." (read: takes you out on a date to a bakery.)

baking an apple pie (isaac newton x reader. ~450 words) — Isaac's been working hard lately, so you take Arthur's advice and make him a tasty treat!!

little things they love about you (suitors x reader. ~1,000 words) — the little things they love about you.

shakespearean serenades (shakespeare x reader. ~600 words) — theo yells at you to wrangle your lover. said lover is trying his best to serenade you.

ikemen prince . . .

self care (yves kloss x reader. ~1k words.) — you're supposed to be doing your skin care routine right now, but teasing yves sounds much more appealing.

small moments with rio (rio ortiz x reader. ~500 words.) — sweet moments with rio C:

guessing their love languages (headcanons of the ikepri characters. ~600 words.) — guessing their love language based on the very little information i have about them oops

dance with me (clavis lelouch x reader. ~400 words.) — you dance with clavis in the rain.

breakfast for you (clavis & yves x reader. ~300 words.) — yves is trying to make you breakfast, but clavis has other plans.

unusual protection (clavis lelouch x reader. ~350 words.) — clavis takes the fall for you, and you're left wondering why.

snowed in with clavis (clavis lelouch x reader. ~1,000 words.) — you get snowed in with clavis. shenanigans ensue.

christmas cookies to save kingdom! (gilbert von obsidian x reader. ~800 words.) — you and gilbert make christmas cookies together!!

sledding with cyran (cyran rose x reader. ~400 words.) — you go sledding with cyran.

ikemen revolution . . .

pet names (zero, edgar, kyle, & harr x reader. ~400 words.) — you call some of the ikerev suitors a pet name for the first time.

the winter itch (kyle ash x reader. ~300 words.) — you call on your favorite doctor to help you out with some chilly problems.

happy birthday (blanc & kyle x reader. ~400 words.) — blanc and kyle attend your after party. (a birthday gift for vivi!!)

soft kyle ash (kyle ash x reader. ~350 words.) — soft kyle ash, your favorite doctor.

the black army pines (black army x reader. ~350 words.) — some mildly embarrassing things that have happened to you while a certain black army member was pining for you.

baking with luka (luka clemence x reader. ~400 words.) — you decorate a gingerbread house with luka.

decorating with zero (zero x reader. ~500 words.) — you and zero put up holiday decorations in red army headquarters together.

love like a heart is no love at all (edgar bright x reader. ~2,000 words.) — edgar contemplates you.

over and over again (blanc lapin x reader. ~2,000 words.) — to blanc, you are the change he needed, and your pressing secret won't change that.

ikemen villains . . .

shopping with ellis (ellis twilight x reader. ~300 words.) — you ask ellis to come shopping with you, and he agrees.

ikemen sengoku . . .

hot springs (yoshimoto x reader. ~350 words.) — you visit the hot springs with yoshimoto.

you are the world (mitsunari x reader. ~1000 words.) — domestic bliss with your husband, mitsunari!!

mystic messenger . . .

snowball fight for love! (saeyoung choi x reader. ~500 words.) — you take saeyoung completely off guard with a snowball to the back of the head!

jaehee on your birthday (jaehee kang x reader. 360 words.) — jaehee celebrates your birthday!!

[not-so-allegiant-general]

GingerPilotWeek 2023

adopting a pet

Hux felt terrible on Ajan Kloss. He hated it there. Hated every second. Living in the jungle was not something he was used to. And the rain. It remained him of Arkanis. He usually hid himself far from people in the camp to actually do some work. He was siting on the ground now, as he heard some strange noises and moved closer to the trees looking there curiously. He heard a meow and looked down at ginger fur with red spots of blood.

"Hey…" He extended his arm. Cat brushed head on his fingers, meowing. "Hey beauty." He murmured looking closely "who did this to you? That looks awful." He picked a poor thing up carefully. "But i think you will be fine." He took the cat to his quarters. Wash it and took to medical. Doctors looked at him like he was mad but patched the cat with bacta and gave her anti-inflammatory shot. Hux took her to his room. Poe came in the afternoon looking for him.

"Hey. You've been at medical? Everything alright?"

"Pffaskin gossip mongers and animals abusers. That's what you are."

Poe raised his hands.

"Woah woah. Calm down. What's going on? What animals?" Hux glanced at him and raised blanket. " It's a tooka" he said dumbly.

"How did you guessed that?"

"Ow… Poor little sweetheart. What they said at medical?" Poe crouched down to have a better look. Hux relaxed a little.

"She will be fine. I named her Millicent. She is staying"

"Of course she is. Look at you. " He scratched cat's head. " You think that one of our people did this to her?"

"Well it was a knife cut. And big parts of her ear and tsil are missing. To clean to be made by a predator."

"Bastards." He huffed. "But she is under great care now" he smiled glancing at Hux.

"I demand investigation. I am not leaving it like that."

"Look Millicent what a devoted dad you gained. Alright. I can check cameras and talk to droids. But well don't have high hopes. They could do it in the forest as well…"

"I know." Hux sighed petting Millicent. She purred and laid down on his knees. Hux smiled brushing finger through her fur. Poe sat down next to him.

"How you doin Hux?" He smiled.

" Leave me." Poe sighed and nodded.

"Alright. I… I will go. But i will check on both of you tomorrow. Goodnight sweetheart." He petted Millicent and smiled to Hux. " Sleep well"

Hux watched him carefully when pilot exited.

"Do you think he truly cares?" Millicent meowed and stretched her back. "Well… I didn't think so, but he keeps haunting me. Every day. But i guess you are right… I guess i could try.."

Millicent purred brushing her head against his fingers. He smiled " No worries. I will take care of you. We are both strays. We have to keep up together." He scratched her.

They both found home. For Millicent, it was a warm morning in her humans bed. For Hux, it was waking up next to Poe Dameron every day, watching his steady breath and listening to his heartbeat.

And although it wasn't easy, and they all had scars it was worth trying.

[karahalloway]

DWAW 2023 - Day 5: Romance

So, originally I was going to put something together featuring just my OTP, but when I sat down to write, I realised that I'd actually written Drake with some additional pairings! Shocking, I know 😅

Drake Walker x Harper Gale

My OTP! 🥰 I love these two so much - they are definately a match made in heaven (even if it took Drake a while it to admit to himself - not to mention to Harper! 🤣)

This pairing forms the foundation of the majority of my fics, including my seminal TRR rewrites - (Un)Common Attraction and (Less Than) Noble Intentions - as well as various other sequels and spin offs like Sleepless in New York, Thanksgiving, A Winged Wish and Camping Was Intense. I've also explored some behind-the-scenes aspect of their relationship in some OTP and Writer's Asks.

Drake Walker x Freya Bryne

Freya popped onto the scene when I was writing the Burnt Bonus Chapter for (Un)Common Attraction. She was supposed to be a rando, but when she actually walked in, she had a whole ass backstory (she's originally from Ireland, but moved to Cordonia to escape the constant rain and to pursue a research doctorate in naval history), and a rather steamy history with Drake, so I just went with it.

I am hoping to explore Freya a bit more (@petiteboheme has requested a one-shot that I haven't forgotten about!) and she may end up popping up during the engagement tour as well (though we'll see how things go, because even though I am apparantly the writer, my characters do their own thing)

Drake Walker x Valeria Beauvaisis de Lavallée

Valeria is another blast from Drake's past, who is first referenced (very much in passing) in the Crazy Bonus Chapter of (Un)Common Attraction, and was subsequently fleshed out in more detail in the Polo! fic because I couldn't stay away from the slightly traumatic backstory sorry, bro😅

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Face Claims

Harper: Marina Laswick - Drake: Bruno Santos - Freya: Karlie Kloss - Valeria: Lily Rose Depp

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[a-kiss-inthe-dreamhouse]

Hey! Tag game time! I was tagged by @occasionallygiveadamn (thank you!) and you pick a fave from one of my faves. If you're tagged, make your own list and pass it along!

As always, no pressure to anyone tagged!

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[mygeekcorner]

Tagged by @latveriansnailmail ​ thank you!

Relationship status: domesticated to an embarassing level

Favorite Color: blue and green <3

Song Stuck in my Head: Witch Doctor - Cartoons. You’ll have it stuck in your head now too, you’re welcome.

Last Song Listened To: Stonehenge - Ylvis asking the real questions

3 Favorite Foods: So many foods to choose from! Sushi, this stew I make with sausages and peppers, rhubarb pie

Last Thing Googled: Britney Spears Overprotected, turns out it came out 2001

Dream Trip: Japan again, we didn’t see nearly enough last time!

Tagging: @klump-kloss ​ @krippe90 ​ @puzzleshipper ​ @mercy67 ​ @craftyspoon ​ @thepancakelady ​ @fanfictionroxs @ragingrainbow ​ or anyone else who feels like sharing their brilliant tastes in food and music

[cryptoriawebb]

Tfw your scientist boyfriend gets so wrapped up with work he forgets to pay attention to you😤

Yeah I’m drawing these boys again, doodlin’ stuff cause I have had the slowest day ever. Freestyle-not-using-hand-references aside, I like the way Chen looks here. Kloss, I wanna work on a bit more because he’s lookin’ like two other characters I’ve drawn with a similar face and we can’t have that😬

Also I made the word bubbles too small. Whoops!

[archiveofkloss]

karlie kloss for the washington post: “Abortion should be on Missouri’s ballot this fall”

Democrats and Republicans may not agree on much these days, but since Roe v. Wade was overturned, many of us have found common ground: protecting reproductive freedom. The truth is, an overwhelming majority of Americans believe in a woman’s right to choose.

Abortion has been on the ballot in some form in seven states since the Supreme Court struck down Roe. In all of them — from blue Vermont and California to deep-red Montana and Ohio — voters have said loud and clear: Bans off women’s bodies. Many other states will hopefully have their say on abortion rights in November. One is Missouri, my home state

Growing up in St. Louis with three sisters and a dad who is a doctor, I didn’t see reproductive health as a political issue. It was real life. And policymakers were making women’s lives harder by limiting access to care. Even under Roe, it became virtually impossible to get an abortion in Missouri because of strategically placed hurdles to accessing care and requirements so narrow that eventually only one abortion clinic remained open in the entire state. Then the Trump administration appointed justices to the Supreme Court who ultimately overturned Roe. Minutes later, Missouri became the first state to ban abortion without exceptions for rape or incest — only for a few medical emergencies such as “imminent death.”

If their first tactic for chipping away at our rights was at clinics, their next target is the ballot box. Missouri now has the chance to protect it. Missourians for Constitutional Freedom is working to get an abortion amendment to the state constitution on the November ballot. But anti-choice Republicans are trying to make it harder for that to happen by weakening direct democracy.

First, Missouri’s secretary of state tried to add overtly partisan and misleading language to the ballot initiative to restore abortion rights. Thankfully, the Missouri Supreme Court stopped him. Now state Senate Republicans are overriding 200 years of precedent by significantly raising the threshold for constitutional amendments to pass. Under their new scheme, a simple majority of voters statewide would no longer be enough to pass an amendment. Instead, an amendment would need to win a majority in five of the state’s eight congressional districts (five of which are deeply conservative).

This is all part of a nationwide playbook to rip away our freedoms. In Kansas, antiabortion politicians tried to confuse voters with convoluted language on an abortion referendum. In Ohio, they tried to make it harder for a majority of voters to change the state’s constitution to protect abortion rights. Their efforts failed spectacularly, but that isn’t stopping lawmakers in Missouri, Arkansas, Mississippi, Florida and Montana from trying similar tactics. Activists in those states are trying to give voters a voice on abortion this November, and politicians are trying to silence them.

For most people, reproductive health care isn’t about politics — it’s deeply personal. It’s fundamentally about freedom, dignity and bodily autonomy. That’s why I’ve been engaged on this issue since I was a teenager. In 2012, I trained as a clinic escort to protect patients arriving for appointments at Planned Parenthood in St. Louis. Years later, I became involved with the incredible team at CHOICES in Carbondale, Ill. — across the state line from Missouri — and dozens of other clinics. When Roe fell, these clinics were overwhelmed. To help fill the gap, I launched an organization called Gateway Coalition to direct funding to various Midwest groups to provide accessible abortion care. And I continue to learn from organizations such as the Abortion Bridge Collaborative Fund advisory council and Abortion Care Network.

Karlie Kloss gathers signatures for the Missouri Right to Reproductive Freedom Amendment with a volunteer from Abortion Action Missouri in St. Louis in March.

Through clinic visits and meetings with providers, center operators, and movement leaders across the country, I’ve learned how desperately patients need abortion care and what clinics go through to provide it. Clinics are being closed down, doctors are being blocked from providing care, and women are being forced to carry pregnancies against their will.

The Missouri I know supports freedom. Missourians know that decisions around pregnancy — including abortion, birth control, IVF and miscarriage care — are personal and private, and should be left up to patients and their families. As a mother, sister, daughter, friend and someone who cares deeply about the dignity of others, I’m working toward a future where everyone has the freedom to access abortion affordably and on a timeline that meets their needs. The Missouri Right to Reproductive Freedom Amendment is an important step toward that future. We have to pass it, and then we have to build on it. I’m committed to staying in this fight until abortion is safely and affordably available for every patient nationwide.

If you agree that patients, not politicians, should make their own health-care decisions — or simply that a small minority should not prevent a majority from winning at the ballot box — make your voice heard this election cycle.

If you’re in Missouri, that means signing the petition for the Missouri Right to Reproductive Freedom Amendment by May 5, volunteering to gather signatures from others and then voting for the ballot initiative in the general election. Across the country, that means showing up at the polls when politicians try to twist the rules to serve their anti-choice agenda. And, this November, it means voting for candidates for president and Congress who will codify the protections of Roe v. Wade into federal law — and rejecting those promising to further restrict our reproductive rights.

Our fundamental freedoms are on the line — the right to abortion, and now, the right to have our voices heard at the ballot box.

[greyeyedmonster-18]

“going to pretend im famous and I'm en vogue so I'm going to pull a karlie kloss and do my version of 30”

pshh as if you’re not

happiest of birthdays, bestie doctor 😘

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 bestie i adore you.

thank you thank you

[peacespun]

there was blood on his hands.      literally and figuratively.      he bleeds from open cuts over his arm from scraping against sharp metal in the rubble.     it runs down the palms of his hands,      over busted knuckles and the wounds over his fingers as he dug and dug and dug.      it soaked him down to the bone,      that figurative kind.      so many had followed him into this battle and never made it out.     he made the call and thousands answered at the cost of their lives and he couldn't bring any of them home.      he couldn't bring dean home.

and that was what upset him the most,      there was nothing left to bring back of people he cared most about,      those who would haunt his dreams.      poe was there for days combing through the wreckage for survivors,      for anyone.     for dean.      he looked through everything,      in places he knew that nobody could have survived,      and found nothing.     part of him knew it was a lost cause at the start,      but he had to try.      dean wouldn't give up on him.      he owed him that much.     in the end,     it didn't matter what he wanted.     he already stayed for a week longer than he should have,      with the crews who picked apart the fallen starships for spare parts,      the ground crews who spent day and night in the rubble looking for anything or anyone they could,      but he didn't get to stay despite his protest.      none of them did.      poe was ordered back to ajan kloss and the remaining crews were pulled out of exogul against general poe's order to stay.      he was drowning in his grief.      he wanted one thing.      one thing to bury,     to give dean the peace he deserved.      exogul was abandoned.

each day was harder than the last.      they held a funeral.     names and faces of those lost in the battle were displayed with holograms across a large room.      it still felt empty.      there were no caskets,     nothing to bury.     nothing save the memories and names carved into a plaque that would inevitably be placed with the rest of their fallen.     he knew many of the faces that hovered over each cold piece of metal.      some he shared laughs with,     some he looked up to in many ways,      others who guided him and allowed him to stand where he does now despite its weight.     leia.     but it nearly killed him to look at dean's,     he almost couldn't meet the hologram's eyes when he looked up at it and saw him:   brave jedi.      and worse,      he could have sworn that he looked back at him.     then there was nothing holding him together anymore.      he cracked.      poe was supposed to speak over them,       to the crowd that mourned the loss of friends and family,      but he couldn't...   he couldn't say goodbye.

it got worse as the days went on,      none of the other generals entertained him long enough for him to plead his case.      we cannot bleed resources,      is what they said in the beginning and certainly what they believed now.      poe tried all that he could,       each reason he could think to go back.       he had half a mind to steal an x-wing,      his x-wing,      and go himself.      but he knew that he couldn't,      not really and not because he cared about the consequences of uncleared missions.      if he found dean and,     by some miracle,      he were to be alive,      he wouldn't have the means or the resources to help him survive the trip back home.      he needed a doctor,      medicine,      a team to be with him in case they did find him.      or anyone else.      but convincing others of survivors after all this time,      especially considering the elements on exogul,     proved fruitless.      poe was seeing more of dean everywhere,      hearing him speak to him somewhere between dreams and waking hours,     beg for him to come help him.      it only fed his need to find him.

it took longer than he wanted,      weeks after the last time they met,      but poe finally managed to convince at least one of the other generals to free him of responsibilities for a day,      all he asked was for a day,      so he could go back one more time.     i need to bring him home,      he'd said,      please... i won't be able to sleep until i do.      he recognized that it was out of pity that any one of them let him go,     pity and probably annoyance,     but poe didn't care because he took his last chance immediately after being released.     

just as he doesn't care about the blood on his hands that makes it a little harder to grip over certain surfaces,      how he nearly slips when he descends deeper into the rubble because he lost his grip for a moment.      the team that he brought with him were several paces behind him,      as well as the doctor who shouted for him to wait for them as he continued ahead.     he couldn't wait.     he doesn't know what it is but he feels drawn forward,      can almost feel something guiding him,     as if he knows exactly where to go.          "   dean's down here,      i know it!   "          he has to be.

and he was.      exactly where he knew he would be.     there is a flat spot beside him where poe finds himself kneeling,      gently reaching to cup deans cheeks in both of his hands.     he's in an awful state,      poe can barely recognize him with the color almost gone from him and blood still marking his skin.      hot tears are spilling over his cheeks,      he brings himself forward to touch his forehead to deans.         "   you're alive.   "         it sounds like disbelief at first,      but then he says it again and its more sure,      something between a sob and a whisper.         "  i found him!   "         he called to the others.     the first of which to come through the hole poe had wriggled through had been the doctor,      who quickly shrugs off his bag and gathers everything he needs.

"   i found you,   "          he says gently,      placing a kiss at the crown of his head.          "   you're coming home.   "          then he is more or less shoved out of the way when the doctor comes closer to start his work.      poe does what he can for him,      what the doctor requests,      and the rest of those that followed behind them had started to clear a path to get dean out.    it took some work and more than a few cuts and bruises along the way back out,      but they got him.      he was safe,     he was going home,     and poe would never once leave his side.     from the time he found him,     to getting back onboard the ship,     to getting him to the hospital where he would be treated for injuries and the state he was in from exposure,      poe never left.       not until he was forced to by the medical staff who separated them before poe could follow behind him through the surgical bay.      then it was another waiting game.

the hours ticked by like centuries.      one,   then two,   then four...   all he could do to keep himself from going insane was pace.    up and down the hall,    circles around the ward over and over again.      people tried talking to him,      he was almost sure,      but he kept chewing on his nail,      absent,      pacing.      before the nightmare was finally over and a doctor approached him slowly,      chart in hand.     he explained the details of deans condition,     the surgery and how well it had gone,       the complications that arose and how from this point forward,      "he should heal nicely,   all things considered.   but take it slow with him,   he's going to need a lot of rest."

the next words to fall out of his mouth after that had been:   can i see him?      to which the doctor nodded softly and led the way.      the room was quiet save for rhythmic beep of a monitor somewhere,      the shuffle of poe's own feet against the floor when he moved to a chair at dean's bedside and rests.      he certainly looked better than before,      the color was slowly coming back to him.

he doesn't know how long its been now.      a few hours,      a few days?     could it have been weeks?      poe didn't rest as much as some may have wished for him since bringing him here.      it didn't matter that he was safe,      that he was in the best hands that poe could think of,    the fear in him that all of this could've been no more than a dream wouldn't allow him to shut his eyes.      he was alert and watching the steady rise and fall of deans chest from moment one,    waiting for this exact moment to happen,       when @bledgrace starts to stir.

poe leans forward in his seat and gently traces his thumb over deans knuckles.      his hands have been bandaged since coming home from exogul,      a nurse had helped him with that when he was waiting for news about dean.     there is a long but careful sigh in relief that escapes him,    just before he leans more and gently places a kiss over deans fingers.          "   hey tiger.   "