#goo! on the negotiator

[frostbitebakery]

If I may request for gooey wan:

After reading the snippet about Rex' reaction, I'm just curious how different groups of people react to the craziness of Obi-Wan's powers and how unfazed the 212th is.

How does his powers act when they're on shore leave and he and Cody go to Dex's for lunch.

Anyway keep up the amazing writing, can't wait for the next part of the loud!au it's so good ❤️

“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” a child-like voice sings and Fives tries to become one with the wall immediately.

“You cannot run! You cannot hide!” The following giggling turns up the goosebumps on his arms to the max, and he indulges in a shiver.

“I hate horror holos,” he whispers to himself before switching on internal comms. “Weren’t we supposed to be inconspicuous about this?”

“Change of plans,” Rex tells him from somewhere on the northern side of the command center. “He’s stopping them from calling reinforcements.”

The child-voice suddenly shrieks in glee and Fives’ goosebumps reach new heights. “Found you!”

“Squad Esk, change position to point 5-7-Krenth,” Commander Cody orders over comms, and, naturally, they haul ass.

Squatting down on the gangway opens up quite the view in the bubble of disturbing silence that apparently surrounds General Kenobi when he does his thing.

It’s a void of nothingness. Not actually harmful to living beings, though the sparking droids let Fives theorize that some electronics don’t have much to buffer against whatever the General… exudes. Pardon his Coruscanti.

The enemy commander scrambles against the wall, trying to get away from Kenobi who’s standing still in front of them. The black smoke is thick, covering the entire floor and crawling up the corners nearby.

The enemy is caught up in the General’s look, the Galaxy black holes that are rumored to hide behind the pleasant smile.

Fives clicks his knee guard against the gangway just to break the suffocating silence but no sound rises up.

The enemy collapses to their knees and Kenobi steps back. Not physically but his sheer presence seems to decrease in intensity. Fives clicks his kneeguard again and this time, the sound is allowed to reach his ears.

“Cody,” Kenobi says quietly, “the hostages are about to be transported off planet. I don’t know from which port.”

“On it,” Commander Cody answers and immediately barks orders over comms to shut down all spaceports.

“Do you surrender,” Kenobi asks, still quiet. Tired.

Fives feels his brow furrow involuntarily.

“Yes,” the enemy replies, pale and shaking under the General’s gaze. “Please…”

And that’s how Fives’ first joint mission ends. Not with a bang but goosebumps that fail to disappear for a few good hours afterwards.

.

“It’s been rough for him,” Cody admits, absently swirling the straw through the milkshake Dex put in front of him the moment he fell into a seat at the counter like all his strings had been cut. “He’s overcompensating for the time he hid from me— us who he is.”

Dex mulls over that for a moment. Long enough the Commander glances up at him. “He’s a dumbass,” he settles on, the diplomatic route. “Always has been.”

Cody snorts, takes a sip. “I talked to him, of course,” he says, flaps his hand before scratching at the prominent scar on his forehead. “He competently ignored me to the point I benched him.” Cody shakes his head, wide eyes on the milkshake. “That was incredibly stressful.”

The diner is empty at this time of night. Quiet and reserved for all types of encounters; from distressed clone commanders to their smokey nightmare Jedi.

Dex studies Cody for a moment, weighing the possibilities what a man like that could need the most at the moment. “Grab the mop. We’re cleaning the kitchen.”

.

“—and then he looks at you with those big eyes and you’re supposed to say no? How?” Cody hauls the bucket out of the sink, black sleeves rolled up to his elbows. “While he tells you once again about boundaries and all the important aspects of choice, and due diligence of command.”

“That sounds like a you problem,” Dex says drily, scrubbing at a medium stubborn stain on the durasteel work counter.

“I am aware, thanks,” Cody sneers and Dex hides his laugh in the spritz of grease remover. “I want to be unaware of that but that stage has passed right to anger.” He wrings out the mop with what Dex would describe as thirst for vengeance. “Maybe I can un-love him,” he murmurs to himself like on the verge of epiphany. “What stage is that?”

“Bargaining,” Dex replies, crosses two of his arms while another still scrubs at the stain. “Those are the five stages of grief by the way. You’re falling in love.”

“Isn’t that the same in the end?” Cody mutters which is certainly food for thought.

“The first time I met Obi-Wan,” Dex starts and the Commander’s incredible attention is focused on him like a laser. It’s intimidating even for someone like Dex. “He got stuck in the darkness in the back alley.”

“Sounds just like him.”

It had been right out of a horror holo.

:

The alley behind the diner had always been a quiet place on Coruscant.

Dex let the trash bag fall into the dumpster but no sound came forward.

It had never been this quiet and dark.

He tapped on the ground with a foot. Nothing. Flicked his fingers against a drainpipe.

Nothing.

“I’m sorry,” a young voice said from the dark, right behind his shoulder, and Dex jumped. “I don’t know how to stop it.”

He spun around, squinted into the unnatural dark.

A soft sniffle from above and he looked up and into blue glowing eyes. “I’m sorry.”

.

Smoke rushed past him, howling and shrieking in the distance. Two of his hands were clamped around a small waist while the child and he tried their best to separate smoke from the darkness.

“I really am trying to corporeal my sense of self,” the child defended himself and Dex could only imagine the kinds of accusations thrown his way.

“Don’t worry about.” They’d been trying to untangle the child from the side of the building for close to twenty minutes with no progress at all. “You’re like a sticky womp rat,” he muttered.

“Excuse me?”

The offense taken was a bit too hilarious. Dex grinned up at the kid. “You don’t know what a sticky womp rat is? The slime toy? You throw it to the ceiling and it sticks.”

“A slime—!”

And just like that they both fell to the ground. Dex’s back would never forgive him.

.

“I trapped someone in their nightmares,” the young Jedi confessed, shoulders hunched up.

“Did you do it on purpose?” Dex asked, whisking hot milk into the custard.

“At first,” was the murmured reply, and Dex was surprised. The child didn’t seem the type. “I was so angry with Bruck.”

“You let them go?”

“As soon as I could.”

Dex turned around, watched Obi-Wan wipe at his eyes with the smoky sleeves. “Which wasn’t fast enough, I’m guessing,” he said, placed with custard bowl in front of the child.

“There’s no one like me at the Order,” Obi-Wan whispered. “I want to help, not be the cause for pain.”

:

“He took it to the extreme,” Dex says, remembers the instances too close in time where Obi-Wan visited him, looking more and more human and less and less like himself. “He put his nature into a box and forgot about it.”

“His compartmentalization is top tier,” Cody murmurs, close to awe.

Dex facepalms. “Not the point.”

Cody takes another dozen plates to the designated cupboard. “After the incident,” and Dex can hear the suppressed capitalization of the word, “he was like a newborn. Stumbling and helpless.”

“Must’ve been a nightmare.” He remembers the chill, the feeling of being hunted.

“No one slept a wink the first week,” Cody laughs, sobers. “It was like the ship was haunted by ourselves. He apologized so much. Wasn’t easy.”

Dex can only imagine.

Cody looks up, makes sure of the eye contact, and Dex doesn’t do him the disservice of looking away. “He had helped us so much. So we stepped up and helped him.”

Obi-Wan is one unlucky son of a blaster but he earns the loyalty given to him.

.

“Thank you, Dex,” Obi-Wan said, eyes glowing blue. Small claws clinked against the empty bowl.

Dex nodded, ruffled ginger hair. “Anytime, young Jedi. Your ride is here.”

I know, was whispered into his ear and he shivered.

Obi-Wan blushed. “Sorry.” Hopped down from the seat and into the care of the Jedi, visibly sagging with relief, coming through the diner door.

There was a small black blob on the floor. Dex wiped it away without second thought.

Cold, cold, alone. Strangling suffocating he knows—

“I know what you did and your victims will be more forgiving that I am.”

Cold. He runs. Runs runs runs—

.

“You two should come in together next time,” Dex suggests, shakes off the memory.

Cody smiles at him.

:

“I am the hungry.” Obi-Wan’s eyes rush into black. He takes a step forward, flickers. “I am the anyone. I am the everywhere.” The void spreads, consumes. “I hunt your nightmares until I become them.”

“See,” a voice whispers into Cody’s head, “deep down, deep down, they’re all like that.”

Cody nods, stands up straight. “Blast him.”

The 212th turns as one, fires. Fires and fires until the smoke screams.

“Good soldier,” the voice says.

Cody wakes.

.

The next day ARC trooper Fives is declared a traitor.

[dredshirtroberts]

y'know. i don't often hate the way my brain is and how difficult it makes certain things for me.

i do a little today though.

[vm-haunts]

Butterfly Effect

The GIW got new funding and new crew, Fenton Works went up in flames, so did Vlad's castle. Danny is captured, Dani melted, Jack and Maddie died in the explosion that took out their lab.

Team Phantom is in deep trouble. Down to four human members, they're truly on their own in their quest to save Danny.

Not all hope are lost though, there's always good news between bad ones.

...

Good News: Jack Maddie and Vlad don't completely suck in this one.

Bad News: Jack and Maddie died and turned into ghosts.

Good News: Vlad finally get a true hero moment and brought the two with him when he fled into the zone before he blew his own portal.

Bad News: They're immediately arrested for their crimes against ghost kind for the foreseeable future. Wait isn't this good news actually.

Good News: no more ghost attacks because both portals are down.

Bad News: no more ghost help or easy ecto source either. But that's worth it as a trade off for the attacks.

...

Good News: Ellie didn't melt completely, only her human side did. She's souped (literally) inside a thermos for now.

Bad News: she lost her physically form, and they either need to find her a fresh and compatible corpse or clone her a second body.

Good News: all of them agreed on the second choice.

Bad news: they now have to find a way to make a clone

...

Good News: Team Phantom found a another group that is strongly interested in taking down the GIW research facilities.

Bad News: the potential ally turned out to be a cult of assassins.

Good News: the lady leading them is looking for her son and offered help.

Bad News: she's now very interested in what they know about ectoplasm.

Good News: they get Danny out!

Bad News: the assassin lady won't leave them alone. Team Phantom might have to join a cult now.

Good News: at least they get to hang out with the lady's son sometimes. He's pretty chill.

Bad News: chill guy get dunked into mystery goo by his mom, is now Dan no.2 and wants revenge on his dad.

Good News: at least Dan#2 is still negotiable as long as no one gets in the way of his obsession.

Bad News: Team Phantom is now the enabler of a rising crime lord. Hell of a first impression to make with Batman...

Good News: at least they're out of the League now, that's good right???

[solxamber]

Alien Reader x TWST Canon

An alien crash lands in Twisted Wonderland looking for love! The alien (reader) is.. kind of cute. In a weird way.

Characters: Azul, Malleus, and Idia.

Azul, Malleus, Idia with Alien! Reader

hi! i hope you like it <3 sorry for the wait!

Azul Ashengrotto:

It was a peaceful day in Twisted Wonderland. Azul Ashengrotto was meticulously planning out his next business venture (which may or may not involve the emotional manipulation of some unsuspecting freshmen) when suddenly—CRASH.

A blinding flash of light, a rumble, and the unmistakable sound of something exploding.

Azul sighed. “Great,” he muttered, flipping his fountain pen between his fingers. “Another day, another disaster.” He could already hear Floyd and Jade rushing toward the source of the chaos.

Then, the door of the Mostro Lounge flew open.

And there you were—an alien, crashing into Twisted Wonderland.

"Greetings, Earthlings!" you chirped with a wave. Your three fingers wiggled in what you thought was a charming way. "I have come in peace... and possibly to find a life partner. Anyone looking for a mate?"

Azul froze, his brain short-circuiting. This was new. He had seen a lot of strange things in his life, but this? This was a whole new level of strange.

Jade’s eyebrow lifted ever so slightly. “Fascinating,” he whispered, glancing over to Floyd, who was already doubled over in laughter.

Floyd, still wheezing, pointed at you. “Yo, boss! We got ourselves an intergalactic lover on the loose! Wanna make a contract?”

Azul shot him a sharp glare, but his business instincts kicked in almost immediately. An alien? From another world? Looking for love? There had to be a profit in this. There’s always a profit somewhere…

Azul adjusted his glasses, putting on his best business smile. “Welcome to Twisted Wonderland,” he purred, his voice as smooth as ever. “Might I interest you in a… contract, perhaps? You’re clearly looking for something, and I happen to be someone who can find things.”

You squinted at him, tilting your head to the side like a confused puppy—if puppies were green and slightly sparkly. “A contract? Is that like space marriage?”

Azul blinked. “No, not quite—”

“Sounds perfect!” you interrupted, your smile growing even wider, revealing a row of… what could only be described as tentacles? “Let’s get married! I’m very good at intergalactic housekeeping, and I can cook anything that resembles goo! Do you enjoy goo?”

Floyd was howling at this point. Jade’s lips twitched in a rare show of amusement.

Azul’s perfectly crafted business persona cracked for a moment, his eye twitching ever so slightly. “Excuse me, marriage wasn’t exactly what I had in mind. I was referring to a… business arrangement, one where I help you find what you’re looking for, and in return—”

“Right!” you chirped, completely ignoring him. “I’m looking for love! It’s mating season on my planet, and I’ve decided to broaden my horizons! Do you have eight legs? That’s a non-negotiable on my planet.”

Azul blinked. “Well… I don’t have eight legs, but I do have—”

“Oh, thank the stars!” you interrupted again, fluttering your hands (tentacles? limbs? appendages?) excitedly. “It’s been so hard to find someone who understands the true beauty of multiple limbs! You and I are going to be the power couple of the galaxy.”

Azul, still processing the fact that he was apparently engaged to an alien, swallowed hard. “I… see. But—”

Before he could even finish his sentence, you lunged forward with surprising speed, your alien arms wrapping around him in what could only be described as a weird, somewhat slimy embrace. “I knew it,” you whispered dramatically, “the moment I crash-landed, I felt a cosmic connection! You… you’re my octo-prince!”

“Octo-prince?” Azul repeated, eyes wide with horror.

Jade, unable to contain himself, cleared his throat. “You have to admit, Azul, this does seem rather fitting.”

Floyd was still laughing, practically in tears now. “Haha! Boss, you got yourself an alien spouse! This is the best day ever.”

Azul’s face flushed pink, and he began desperately trying to pry your surprisingly strong alien arms off of him. “Jade… Floyd… a little help, please?”

But his most loyal (and evil) henchmen were no help at all. They stood back, thoroughly entertained by the spectacle.

In the midst of the chaos, you pulled back just enough to gaze up at Azul with your enormous, glowing eyes. “I can tell we’re going to be very happy together,” you said, your voice soft and—dare Azul say it—creepy. “Shall we begin planning our union?”

Azul’s soul left his body. He felt himself spiraling into existential dread. His carefully constructed life as a scheming businessman was unraveling before his very eyes, all because some alien had decided he was their octo-prince.

“I—this isn’t—you can’t just—” he stammered, for the first time in his life at a complete loss for words.

You leaned in closer, your breath smelling faintly of something otherworldly. “Don’t worry, darling,” you cooed. “We’ll be together forever. In space.”

And that’s when Azul blacked out.

Idia Shroud

Idia was in the middle of his nightly gaming session, headphones on, hunched over his desk like a cryptid as he shouted insults into the mic at his teammates. It was a normal, uneventful evening—until a loud crash shook the entire Ignihyde dorm.

Idia didn’t flinch. In fact, he didn’t even pause his game.

“That’s probably just some monster… or a random explosion. Meh.”

But then… his door slid open, and there you stood. An alien. Your shimmering, blob-like figure oozed through the doorway, glowing faintly in the dim light. Your eyes—if those were eyes—stared at him with an intensity that made Idia want to crawl under his bed and never come out.

But the worst part? You were smiling.

“Hello, human!” you declared in a voice that sounded like a mix between static and something from a 1980s sci-fi film. “I have crash-landed here in search of a mate. Do you… come in peace?”

Idia froze. His hair turned from blue to white in an instant. “W-w-what the hell?!?”

You blinked at him with your many, MANY eyes. “You look like a prime candidate for my affection,” you said, completely unaware of the fact that Idia looked two seconds away from fainting. “I sensed your energy from across the galaxy.”

Idia’s brain was doing cartwheels. He was already socially anxious when it came to humans, but an alien looking for love? This was some next-level nightmare fuel.

“I—uh—I think you’ve got the wrong guy,” Idia squeaked, scooting his chair back slowly, his fingers trembling over his keyboard. “I’m not… um… I don’t do affection. Or eye contact. Or… this.”

You floated closer, your gelatinous form undulating with excitement. “Oh, but you have such a unique aura! I can feel your power. You are… the one I’ve been searching for.”

Idia gulped. “Power? I—I’m just a guy who likes video games and anime. I’m not even popular! I mean, you should probably go find someone else who’s, like, charismatic or whatever.”

You paused, your many eyes narrowing. “Is this… a rejection?”

Idia’s panic spiked to a level previously thought impossible. “N-no! I mean, I just—wait. Are you saying you want to… date me?”

Your eyes twinkled—literally, they twinkled—and your blob-like form shimmered with delight. “Date? Yes, that’s the Earth term! I wish to date you, human! I’ve studied your customs thoroughly. Would you like to engage in what you call ‘cosplay?’ I have constructed an outfit based on your planetary ‘anime’ culture.”

Idia’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as you suddenly produced what looked like an alien approximation of a magical girl outfit, complete with glowing tentacles and glittering stars.

“W-wait, what the hell is that?” Idia squeaked, backing up until his back hit the wall.

You proudly held the costume out. “I thought you would appreciate this. I have prepared this outfit in hopes of wooing you. Shall we engage in ‘cosplay’ together and deepen our bond?”

Idia’s brain was short-circuiting. Cosplay? Magical girl outfits? This was so far out of his comfort zone that Idia couldn’t even see his comfort zone anymore. It was a tiny speck in the distance, waving goodbye as he plummeted into a pit of alien-themed existential dread.

“I—I’m not really a magical girl kinda guy…” Idia stammered, trying to inch toward his bed where he could hide under the covers forever. His legs felt like jelly, and his hair was practically on fire with panic.

You didn’t seem deterred. In fact, you floated even closer, your glittery tentacles wriggling with excitement. “That’s okay! I can adapt!” you said brightly. “Do you prefer… space cowboys? Or perhaps a mecha pilot uniform? I’ve observed that humans enjoy when their partners dress up to match their interests.”

“I—uh—no, that’s not the point!” Idia squeaked, heart racing. “You can’t just—look, I’m not dating material, okay? I’m the guy who stays in his room and talks to people through a screen! I’m like… the human equivalent of a cave-dwelling monster in an RPG.”

Your many eyes blinked again, as if processing this information. “Hmm. That’s okay! I can also live in a cave if necessary. We’ll make it work.”

Idia gaped at you, utterly flabbergasted. “That’s… not what I meant.”

But before he could come up with a more coherent response, you were already examining his gaming setup with curiosity. You poked at his PC, your strange alien fingers leaving faint glows on the surface. “Ah, I see. You enjoy interacting with simulated realities. Perhaps I could join you in these… ‘video games’ of yours?”

“Join me?” Idia repeated, his voice an octave higher than usual. “In video games? You… you play?”

You nodded eagerly, still poking around his gaming desk. “Oh, I’ve mastered many simulations in my travels! Galaxian, Space Invaders, even Asteroids! We could play together and strengthen our bond through virtual combat.”

“Wait, those are all, like, retro games…” Idia muttered, his brain struggling to process the situation. “You mean, you don’t play anything… newer?”

You paused, considering. “Ah, you mean the more recent simulations? No, I haven’t encountered those yet. But I’m adaptable! Teach me, and we can conquer the virtual realms together.”

Something shifted in Idia’s mind. Amidst the sheer panic, a tiny part of him—a very, very small part—felt… intrigued? He was terrified, sure. But also, there was something oddly charming about the fact that you, an intergalactic blob alien, were so enthusiastic about his world.

It was like the universe had taken one look at his love life and decided, “Well, you’re clearly a lost cause. Here, have an alien.”

“Well…” Idia swallowed nervously. “I mean, if you’re that into video games, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to… you know, show you a few. Maybe.” His voice trailed off, but he realized he wasn’t outright rejecting you anymore.

You brightened (literally; your entire form glowed with an unsettling neon hue). “Wonderful! We’ll play, and we’ll bond. Just you and me—partners across the cosmos!”

“Yeah, uh, sure…” Idia mumbled, feeling like he had just agreed to something that would either be the weirdest—or the best—decision of his life. “But just to be clear—no magical girl outfits, okay?”

You blinked at him with your many, MANY eyes. “Understood. I shall reserve that outfit for later… perhaps when we reach the final stage of courtship.”

Idia’s face turned redder than his flame-tipped hair. “W-what final stage of courtship?!”

But you didn’t answer. Instead, you settled in beside him, reaching out a glowing tendril toward his keyboard. “Now, show me how to play this… Overwatch.”

Idia stared at you for a long moment. He wasn’t sure if this was the start of a nightmare or the weirdest love story ever, but either way, it was happening. And apparently, his new alien… companion was ready to learn.

Malleus Draconia

It was a dark and stormy night—exactly the kind of night Malleus Draconia preferred. The skies rumbled with ominous thunder, and the gargoyles of Diasomnia loomed even more menacingly than usual. Malleus stood by his favorite window, brooding in the shadows like a goth kid waiting for the next My Chemical Romance reunion tour.

Everything was calm. Serene. Perfect.

And then, from the depths of the night, a bright glow appeared—something falling from the heavens, crashing right into the forest just outside the dorm. The ground shook, trees cracked, and Malleus raised an eyebrow. Was this… some new form of mischief? Or had Lilia invited another chaotic guest from beyond the veil?

With a sigh that bordered on dramatic, Malleus stepped out into the night to investigate.

And there you were. The source of the crash. You stood in the middle of a smoking crater, your jelly-like form pulsing with an eerie glow. Your eyes—or what appeared to be eyes—locked onto Malleus, and you gave him the most unsettlingly cheerful wave.

“Ah! A local lifeform! Hello! I come in peace!”

Malleus’s eyebrow lifted. “You have… quite an entrance.”

You blinked, your entire body jiggling like intergalactic jello. “Oh, yes! I crash-landed. Happens all the time. I’m actually here on an important mission.” You paused dramatically. “I’m looking for a mate.”

Malleus, the ever-patient prince of the dark, was unphased. “I see. And you’ve decided to seek a mate… here?”

You nodded enthusiastically. “Correct! My sensors detected powerful auras in this area, and yours is off the charts! So much darkness. So much brooding. It’s very attractive.”

Malleus blinked, caught slightly off-guard. It wasn’t every day someone commented on his brooding in a… positive way. “You find darkness attractive?”

“Oh, absolutely!” you said, bouncing in place with excitement. “Where I’m from, we thrive in the shadows. Plus, you’ve got those horns! Very regal. Very commanding.”

Malleus straightened slightly, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. It wasn’t often he met someone who appreciated his aesthetic. “You have good taste.”

“And you’re a dragon, right?” you continued, eyes twinkling with awe. “I’ve always wanted to meet one! Although, full disclosure, I’m a little nervous around large reptiles. It’s not a dealbreaker, though!”

Malleus chuckled, amused by your strange, unhinged honesty. “I assure you, I am quite gentle unless provoked.”

“Good to know!” you said, floating closer. “So, do you have any interest in interspecies relationships? Or maybe… cosmic travel? I’ve got a spaceship parked just a few star systems away. We could go on a date to the asteroid belt!”

Malleus, still not entirely sure if this was some kind of elaborate joke, raised an eyebrow. “You’re… serious about this?”

You blinked, your entire gelatinous form shimmering under the moonlight. “Absolutely! Look, I know I’m a little different by Earth standards, but you can’t deny we’d make a power couple. You with your dragon powers, me with my alien abilities—we’d be unstoppable!”

Malleus tilted his head, considering you. Despite your strange appearance—and even stranger proposition—there was something oddly charming about your enthusiasm. Perhaps it was the way you didn’t shy away from his aura of darkness, or the fact that you seemed completely unbothered by his draconic nature.

“I must admit,” Malleus said slowly, “I’ve never been approached in quite this manner before.”

You grinned (or at least, your face morphed into what Malleus assumed was a grin). “Well, there’s a first time for everything, right?”

Malleus chuckled softly, his emerald eyes glowing faintly in the night. “Indeed. Very well, intergalactic traveler. I shall consider your offer.”

Your eyes lit up with excitement, and you bounced in place again. “Really? Oh, this is fantastic! I’ve never dated a dragon prince before. This is going to be legendary!”

Malleus smiled faintly, more amused than anything. “We shall see.”

And so, under the dark and stormy skies of Twisted Wonderland, the future king of fae found himself possibly—just possibly—entertaining the wildest, most unhinged courtship of his life.

Masterlist

[petalsscribbles]

For better or worse

summary: As a son of one of the wealthiest men in South Korea, Yn always knew he was going to end up in an arranged marriage. Moreover, he was sure his younger sister Wonyoung was going to marry Jay, the son of their father's closest business partner, who they knew since childhood. You can imagine the surprise when the one Jay plans to marry is Yn.

pairing: enhypen jay x male reader

featuring: enhypen members, Wonyoung from IVE, Yeonjun from TXT, ocs

genre: smau, fluff, humor, light angst, suggestive sometimes, arranged marriage, CEO! Jay, rich! male reader, Jay is filthy rich but not a dick like Goo Junpyo but his father kinda is, (Jay's also lowkey highkey down bad)

content warning: kms jokes, sexual jokes, cursing, alcohol consumption, low self esteem because I project

status: completed

began: 11.4.2024

finished: 15.6.2024

taglist: CLOSED

@starchasing-cryptid @onementally-unstabel-kid @nootnootpinguuu @kkurbys @gnusihcom @silkentides @monstaxpuppy @bubblztaro @lavanderxamour @zzzavid

a/n: the people have spoken and I shall listen

disclaimer: this is a work of fiction and is not meant to be taken seriously or as a representation of the idols.

navigation:

profiles:

profiles 1 profiles 2

chapters:

negotiations (written + smau)

engagement

wedding planning

wedding

company dinner

injuries

memories (written + smau)

business trip

I can't hold it anymore

charity ball

honeymoon

the L word

anniversary

dog sitting

in sickness

unexpected turn of events (smau + written)

explaining

deepest darkest desires

agent of chaos

epiphany

preparations

marry me (again) (written)

[purple-worm]

i know that folks from the west are not easily giving into support for palestine because “well israeli civilians dont deserve to die, stop being a dick by cheering for this”

and listen. we understand that very well. we cannot cheer for innocent people losing their lives. but we wouldnt BE here today if this were something that could have been sorted out over a negotiation

netanyahu just last week, w a disgusting ass smug face made it clear at the UN GA that he was redrawing the map of the middle east. he was literally there with a board and a marker pen, shamelessly redrawing a map of israel over palestine. people fucking clapped. there is video footage, goo look at it.

and that’s just what the west is seeing. what the west has been conveniently ignoring, or worse, supporting, is the apartheid in palestine for the past 100 years. what is happening in israel today, theyve been doing exactly that and Worse for a century in palestine.

any both sides argument misses the fucking point because it ignores a whole history of how theyve fucked over the palestinian people. not just outright killing their people but also stealing land and resources and redirecting them to the israeli cause.

but the west doesn’t actually give a fuck about arab countries or its people, in fact actively funds genocide. so eat your shitass opinion about not celebrating the one time palestinians have managed to look like a threat.

as hopeful as we are, we know israel is too powerful and has the west as its ally. but this is what palestinian journalist had to say about it “they have decided to fight and die on their feet, rather than just die on their knees”

another journalist reporting from gaza said “well the people in gaza are used to airstrikes of this kind so they have a standard protocol on how to evacuate and know when to give up, and go down together as a family”

let the enormity of those statements sink in, and then maybe you can fucking talk about both sides.

[boyinatown]

Hello, could I request a scenario of Samuel with a reader who is stoic but very gentle and obssessed with playing violin?

I'd love to see the scenario applied to Gun and Goo but just Samuel would have me praising your godly writing skills.

Have a nice day!

MUSIC TO HIS EARS

Warnings - none

Pairing - Samuel , Gun & Goo x GN! Reader

A/n: Sorry if this wasn’t good, I’ve had some tough weeks lately. All the requests will be done, just a slow process. Thanks for requesting. 🍁

SAMUEL SEO

The first time Samuel met you was when you walked into his broadcasting studio, signing a contract to be a live violin player for your fans. You were a well known musician, not to mention : very attractive. He knew he couldn’t let you go, thus making you his with or without a contract involved

It was a late night the one time you chose to play outside for people passing by as a side gig near a restaurant to set a theme attracting customers to walk in and gaze upon your figure holding your violin, strumming the strings with your violin bow closing your eyes to focus. Seeing small pop up melody’s in your vision, after you slowly lower your bow the audience claps some putting money in your box.

Bowing at them you recognize a figure , a huge one at that between the crowd: your boyfriend. His small cloud of smoke coming closer forming a path behind him the smell marking the sky that once was scented as rainy. He held out his hand to help you off the stage stepping off you can’t help a small smile creeping upon your face.

‘ You’ve done it again, caught my heart, thief. ‘

‘ oh wow, charming. ‘ You teased him making his chest go up and down along with his signature laugh, the one you’d recognize from a million.

The one melody that you quite like, a lot at that.

JONGGUN PARK

Never in his life did the villain in everyone’s eyes, fall for a Angel with the hands that controlled his heartbeat with just a gentle strum on their violin. Seems like this angry storm had been calmed by the sun, once and for all.

‘ You were awesome again up there, no idea how you do it.. ‘ large hands with some scars for accessory massaging your smaller ones without even a speck of one. Finger carrying a diamond ring, one that showed you were his and he was yours. Jonggun park, the fearsome man who walked the streets of Korea to cause chaos and trouble now in-front of you kissing your delicate palms.

‘ I appreciate you Gun, Really…but these gifts…don’t you think their too-‘

‘Too?’ He asked urging you to finish your sentence, looking through his lashes at you pouting knowing you hated it when he spent a lot of money on you after your shows. In your vip room to take a small break before being occupied by interviewers and your attention being taken somewhere else then him. It bothered him, so these gifts were a small “ negotiation” for you to ditch them and spend time with him instead.

It was funny, some thought Gun was the one who wore the pants in the relationship. If only they knew how you’ve got him in the palm of your hands, your delicate hands.

The same hand he once kissed again, just now, with love.

JONGGOO KIM

Music was always your escape from the harsh reality you lived in, it was a small distraction really. It helped you also forget your very extroverted boyfriend who always demanded you to either play games with him or go outside to just “mess around” lucky for you, even music manages to tame a walking tornado like him.

You were in your room seated onto comfortable sheets and blankets surrounded by huge plushies and pillows. Laptop near you along with some sheets of paper where you noted important stuff for your small song. Everything was going so well, almost if it weren’t for your —

‘ babeeeee…c’mon you’ve been doin’ this for HOURS. Take a break, hey look a’ me! Just one minute! Can we please just talkkk..’ Goo Kim, the most loud & energetic person you’ve met, your boyfriend hanging onto your waist with his arm face on your back laying on his stomach beside you.

If you didn’t love him, you’d had kicked him out of your shared room and left him to stand in a corner as a form of time-out. Sighing you start playing your violin ignoring his whines and annoying noises that formed out of his mouth. Losing yourself to the focus you almost, just almost didn’t notice the way his grip loosened on your waist falling onto the bed.

Soon enough, snores were the only sound you could hear with your soft playing that faltered into being put to a stop, looking over your shoulder you see your beloved asleep holding onto a plushie he grabbed. He looked peaceful and at ease, you place your stuff aside resting your hand onto his head massaging through his blonde locks making him shift in his sleep and smile.

At lass , the tornado had came to an end, and you had been hypnotized by sleeping next to him.

[terapsina]

Now that the writers and actors strike is about to begin being felt (and as we wait for those greedy billion dollar companies who are refusing to negotiate fair pay and conditions to give up) here's 10 of my favorite (all around best) fully finished older series you should definitely check out if you haven't watched.

I mean it, these are the shows with continuously great writing and a satisfying endings that manage to actually deliver on their promises.

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1. Leverage - (containing 5 seasons, or 77 episodes) - trailer here.

Hitter, Hacker, Grifter, Thief and Mastermind. Heists and cons. Stealing from the rich and giving to their victims. They provide... leverage.

Meant for anyone who enjoys bad guys being the best good guys, who will burn down the lives of evil CEOs and then gloat in the background. Very satisfying.

Hands down the best example of a found family trope I've ever seen on screen. Barring none.

2. Killjoys - (containing 5 seasons, or 50 episodes) - trailer here.

Space Bounty Hunters. Another case of found family trope. Bisexual space princess assassin. Quippy sentient ship. Green alien goo. Evil lesbians (but like... in a good way). The warrant is all.

More seriously though, it's a story about three killjoys and the bounties they go after. Initially. And then they have to save the entire Quad from some very terrifying... stuff.

Contains one of the best friendships I've ever seen on television.

3. Orphan Black - (containing 5 seasons, or 50 episodes) - trailer here.

Found family trope but with clones.

Low level grifter sees a woman who looks exactly like her kill herself and plans to take over her identity long enough to cash out. Except then there's two other women who also look exactly like her. And apparently they're all clones and someone's killing them.

Enter a global conspiracy. Human experimentation. Lots of clone shenanigans. Some serial killings. And a few murders 💖.

4. Person of Interest - (containing 5 seasons, or 103 episodes) - trailer here.

Okay I'm beginning to see how I might have a found family trope issue.

Former CIA agent gets recruited by a reclusive billionaire computer programmer who developed a... machine that can predict acts of terror before they happen. But it also predicts 'irrelevant' acts of violence that will result in someone's death.

Unless someone interferes.

I'd really like to spoil some stuff to get you all to watch this one. But I'm going to maintain self control and just mention that early on they get a dog named Bear. Bear is a very good boy. Watch it for Bear.

Also for excellent commentary on rights of privacy, government surveillance and what does 'greater good' even mean? But mostly Bear.

5. 12 Monkeys - (containing 4 seasons, or 47 episodes) - trailer here.

The very best time travel show out there. What starts out as a confusing mess of causality basically exploding, by the end of the series all makes complete and total sense.

(when that final timey-whimey loop slid into place and revealed the entire pattern it was like a choir of angels started singing in the back of my head. It was freaking glorious).

Anyway, a man from a post apocalyptic future travels into the past to stop a plague from decimating nearly the entire world population.

He has the name of the man who released the virus and it's supposed to be a single trip. One trip. One bullet. Simple. Done.

Except then things keep escalating, and escalating until time begins eating its own tail and it might start looking like the end of the world might be a better ending than erasing all of time and space from reality.

Because when our guys screw it up, they screw it up GOOD.

And oh yeah... found family.

6. The Good Place - (containing 4 seasons, or 53 episodes) - trailer here.

A self-proclaimed Arizona dirtbag opens her eyes and finds out that she's dead and got accepted in the Good Place. Except that as soon as she arrives the Good Place starts glitching, and she really, REALLY needs to become a better person before she can be found out and kicked out to the Bad Place.

Luckily her assigned soulmate was a professor of ethics and moral philosophy.

One of the funniest, most thoughtful and clever comedies I've ever watched. Ever. The characters are delightful and by the time the final minute rolled around I had sobbed my heart out multiple times (which, as we all know, is a sign of the very best comedies out there).

As for the question of whether or not this too contains Found Fami- Yes! Obviously, yes.

7. Avatar: the Last Airbender - (containing 3 seasons, or 61 episodes) - intro here (couldn't locate the trailer but it's basically the same thing in this case).

The four nations lived in harmony. Until the Fire Nation attacked.

It's been a hundred years since the beginning of the war when two kids from the Southern Water Tribe find a boy frozen in ice and wake him up. A boy who's able to bend all four elements... though not very well.

Enter multi-nation flying road trip (thank you Appa, we love you most of all) as they try to find teachers for the Avatar and save the world.

Includes found family (shut up), amazing fight scenes, the most heartfelt and vivid characters ever, and the best example of a redemption arc actually done well.

8. Love Between Fairy and Devil - (containing 1 season, or 36 episodes) - trailer here.

This one gutted me. I'm saying this as a compliment. But it had to be said. Completely destroyed me. I just haven't been the same.

A love story between an Orchid Fairy and the leader of the Moon Tribe that starts out with her accidentally releasing him from millennia long imprisonment and then takes you through the caleidoscope of all possible human emotions (it's a body-swap comedy through the first part, then a romcom, then a dramatic romantic tale, and finally a tragic love story).

But it's such a satisfying slow burn.

And it carries this... humanity through the whole thing that makes it so visceral.

If you're a romantic who's very tired of instalove and characters dropping all their morals because 'ooh, attractive person' then you've got to watch this. Because this story does NOT take the easy road there.

(my more extensive rec for this series can be found here)

9. Star Wars: The Clone Wars - (containing 7 seasons, or 133 episodes) - fanmade trailer here (it was better than any of the official ones).

This series did so much. Introduced Ahsoka Tano, and made us love her. Gave names and faces and souls to the Clone Troopers (okay, it's the same face but you know what I mean), to a point where their endings during Order 66 destroyed me just as much as the ending of the Jedi Order. And somehow made me both love Anakin AND be a million times more angry with him.

There are some arcs in this series that might be a bit weaker. But there were some... god, there's a reason I love Clone Wars more than any other series or trilogy in this universe. And I'm not even a little ashamed to say it.

Must watch for Disaster Lineage shenanigans; for the vod'e; AND for the Jedi (who did their best okay? They always did their best 😭💔).

(and on the subject of found family... do I even need to comment)

10. Nikita - (containing 4 seasons, or 73 episodes) - trailer here.

A rogue assassin that escaped Division - covert government agency that takes recruits out of prison, fakes their deaths and then forces them to become spies and assassins - has come back to take it down. Brick by brick if she has to. With guns and explosives too when that works better.

Contains soooo many cool fight scenes. Is full of incredible characters you'll fall in love with (and hate with) very quickly. And most of all has an incredibly complex relationship of mentorship and friendship between two women that holds both great admiration and betrayal, real care and love as well as rage and hatred, forgiveness, mutual respect and an unbreakable kind of bond that so very rarely involves even one female character on TV, let alone two.

(as usual, found family tropes up the wazzoo).

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In conclusion. We all know there's going to be a large space between seasons of our favorite shows now (and some shows that aren't going to survive it). Let's fill that space with some excellent TV we haven't had a chance to see yet.

And direct the blame for the wait towards the right place (i.e. the studios).

[wannaeatramyeon]

The Way of the Househusband: Lookism and HTF hc

You, the working spouse. Them, trying to be the best malewife.

(Making up for my Eli crap).

Throws money at the problem

Look. They did not work their lil bussy off to build up an empire then to spend it all day looking after the household. You will be employing help around the house, that is non-negotiable.

Expect a half burnt, hand made lunch most days though. It's the thought that counts, you tell yourself as you swallow down a lump of charcoal.

+ Eugene

+ Goo Kim

This idiot. Tries his best until he gets bored. And he gets bored very easily.

Half mopped kitchen, half made bed. Everything he does is done well until he just. Nah. Cannot be bothered anymore.

Good job you have a routine cleaning service and whatever other help you need as he takes instead the title of trophy husband.

Greets you coming home like an overexcited puppy. Lord bless him with some other social groups and hobbies so he doesn't rely completely on you for all his interaction needs.

+ Samuel Seo

If our Sammy isn't in therapy already, then get him in. Starve if you have to, just get him on his journey.

There is no way this man would be happy just being a househusband with his inferiority complex, slight delusions of grandeur and ambition.

When he eventually comes to terms with it, will always have little side projects going on to keep his inferiority/superiority at bay.

Likely one of those bastards that power trips from heading up some sort of Househusband/housewife social group, PTA, or on the board of a charity (he's in it for the power, not the cause) in his spare time.

Natural born homemaker

Natural may be a stretch for some of these boys.

Whether by choice or as a victim of circumstance, they have had to pick up very quickly how to be completely self sufficient. So stepping into house husband role? Easy!

+ Jace Park, Warren Chae, Jibeom Kwak, Daniel Park, Hudson Ahn, Baek Seongjun

+ Eli Jang

Oh my god. There is nothing that he loves more than being a househusband.

Never in his wildest dreams thought he would end up in this position.

Creating a loving home for you and Yenna, being the caretaker and provider. By far the best and most favourite role he has undertaken.

Joins in on the gossip at the school gates, with the other parents fawning over him. Melting hearts when Yenna toddles out and gives her dad a smooch.

Makes the absolute bento lunch bar none. Wakes up at the crack of dawn, practically leaping out of bed to make something delicious, healthy and cute for you and Yenna.

+ Johan Seong

Clueless vibes but that is absolutely wrong.

With his mother and leaving home from a young age, he has absolutely had to be self-sufficient.

In addition to taking care of two dogs too, this guy knows how to run a household and how to run it with 100% efficiency.

Knows the best time to visit the market for the freshest meat and veg to cook dinner. Also will visit 10+ stores to make sure he gets the best deal for his money. It's a matter of pride.

+ Ji Yeonwoo

Never had to really lift a finger around the home, instead dedicating all his time to studying. Vibes that his father also thinks housework is woman's work.

But not this guy! Whatever you need, he will make sure he fulfils it to the best of his abilities.

Study scheduling skills carry over to running the household. Runs an extremely tight ship, and meticulously plans everything. You want a doctor appointment? Dentist? Plumber. He is ON it.

In between sessions of Kyokushin Karate training of course.

+ Han Wangguk

Um hello? Does this even need explaining? It just fits.

Forced into being the carer and head of the household from a young age after his home life completely went to shit. Looked after Gyeoul to the best of his ability until he couldn't. Tried to be the best big bro/father figure since his stint in juvie.

Absolutely perfect as a househusband. Nothing to fault.

Will spoil you too. Small gifts he has come across that reminds him of you - a snack you like from the store, booking movie tickets for a lil date night together, a book he thinks you'd be interested in.

Perfection.

Clueless idiot tries their best

It's a 50/50 chance whether you will have a home and a husband to return to at the end of a day. It's also a 50/50 chance whether your home made lunch will give you food poisoning.

Sure, it's gotten better the longer they've been at it, but you're still wary. Especially since they have also gotten better at hiding any messes they cause too.

You can never stay mad though, especially when they get so cute when they're frustrated at having failed you as a househusband. Which is complete nonsense, by the way.

+ Vin Jin, Jihan Kwak, Jay Hong

+ Vasco Tabasco

How can this category exist without our resident cinnamon roll?

Fortunately for him, Jace has added himself onto Vasco's speed dial. Unfortunately for Jace, he gets 20+ calls and frantic messages a day asking how to get things done.

Nonsense includes asking how to revert the clothes after accidentally dying them pink. Can he put out a frying pan oil fire with water. How burnt can something be before someone will likely get food poisoning.

It gets better over time. Lucky for you and lucky for Jace.

COMPLETE househusband Tatsu vibes. Everyone is terrified of Vasco, intimidated by his thuggish looks and tattoos. (Until they find out he is the biggest sweetheart and himbo ever.)

+ Ryuhei Kuroda

Relishes being a househusband! Like a silly little roleplay and doesn't get tired of it. After, all it took him so long to find someone that keeps the interest of Ryuhei and lil Ryuhei.

A shameless flirt with the ajummas and all the other housewives. Getting the best gossip, the best offers and deals, best tips.

Unfortunately, his attention span is short. Listens with good intentions, then starts daydreaming about when you get home and how he will ravish you.

In the end, he falls short in some aspects of being a househusband, but will make it up to you in the bedroom.

Bulldozes their way forward until they are Househusband Extraordinaire

You cannot fault them for their effort.

Initially a struggle at first for them to come to terms with being a househusband. Look at this list for crying out loud. Consisting of killers and fighters and crime bosses.

But if they commit, they're going to give it all. Their tenacity means they will absolutely get things done. Every time they fail, they will keep trying over and over again. Whether that's to make you happy or for their own pride, they will keep going until it is perfected.

+ Xiaolong, Zack Lee, Xiaolong, Sinu Han, Seong Taehoon, Kim Munseong

+ Gun Park

There is nothing Gun Park cannot do if he sets his mind to it. That includes whatever the hell is his life right now.

Which he doesn't mind, per se. It's just... unexpected.

And he never thought there would ever be anything in his life that matches the thrill of fighting to the death.

But getting the pick of fresh fruit and veg when he's first at the farmer's market? Beating some old ajumma (almost literally) to grab the best head of lettuce? Unveiling your dinner like he used to with his masterpiece?

Ok. It's not bad. He'll still sneak off to beat up minors when he has spare time though.

+ DG/James Lee

Drops the K-pop persona pretty damn quick, reverting back to James Lee.

Because can you imagine how little he would be able to get done if people saw DG around trying to run errands?

But honestly. Look at him. This man, like Gun, does not have a domestic bone in his body.

He's not a genius for nothing though.

Dishwasher? Washing machine? Tumble dryer? How to iron in the most efficient way? He will work it out, don't worry.

+ Jake Kim

Anything, anything to make you happy.

As the Big Deal no.1, worrying about the street running smoothly is only his problem in so far as the protecting, the fighting, the money.

Clothes used to just turn up washed and ironed. Would live on a diet of ramen or just eating at one of the restaurants.

Jake is not initially cut out for being a househusband... But he learns quickly.

Eagerly gets to any household chores and errands with gusto. Sometimes even recruiting the Big Deal boys to help out when things get a little too hectic and out of hand.

[koiiiji]

PRESENT

my favourite russian songs + lookism boys (pt.3)

ПОДАРОК (by akyuliych & МP) = Seo Seongeun

tw ; a little suggestive, reader mischievous, slight body description, added song in the end

00:00 - 00:30

i walk into the party. "what the fuck?" the DJ is a total jerk you're dancing alone, and 'm pouring a colorful cocktail into my cup. you're mine tonight let's untie my bow! i'm your present i'm dancing alone, i don't need you i need the keys to your car i'm dancing alone, i don't need you i need the keys to your apartment

Goo knew that it will be hard to catch you, after all you learned a lot from him and Gun, not even taking into account that you have ears and eyes all over the city. to be honest, Goo himself didn’t understand at what moment you managed to build such a huge informant system, literally making yourself a monopolist in this area - not a single sneeze in this city took place without your knowledge, so Goo knew how useful it would be to make you his secret friend in the fight against Charles Choi. however, he also knew that you wouldn't let anyone who works or worked with Charles get within a kilometer of you, and besides, after his last prank on you… his and Gun’s past actions only added fuel to the fire. he knew that there was simply no point in looking for you himself - he remembered how Gun tried to chase you when they were still working together for Charles and he wanted to bring you back to headquarters.

but it was over before it started. after all, you had eyes and ears everywhere, so you disappeared from any place even before Gun got even a few kilometers there, leaving behind only a few hints that you had once been in one place or another…

that's why Goo had few options to contact you and try to bring you to his office for a conversation. at the moment, he knew about your location for tonight (he spent quite huge amount of money so you wouldn't know about that small incident. just don’t tell him that all your girls are always loyal to you. of course you knew what Goo did.), but he was still puzzling over who should be assigned this case? Logan? no, this mattress is too slow and rude, absolutely not the one who is needed for negotiations. Taejin? another gremlin who has...troubles in communicating with women, as far as Goo could tell, especially after that incident in Chongliang. he couldn't go himself, because he knew that you wouldn't listen to him, so the last and only right option was Samuel! handsome, courteous when needed, and the girls are delighted with him always!! God, Goo was so grateful that among the barbarians he hired in the person of Taejin and Logan, he had a ray of hope in the form of Samuel.

Goo gave pretty clear instructions (read - brief concepts about what you look like, where and at what time he can catch you) and to be honest, Samuel didn’t think it would take much time - he just needed to catch some girl in another overly expensive club and drag her to Goo, right? And why, for the gods sake did Joon send him in the first place, couldn’t that ram Logan really cope with all the work? or maybe Taejin? Samuel talked with this overgrown guy a couple of times, he seemed quite suitable for this job - a handsome, stoick face, covered in all sorts of expensive stuff - which is too vulgar if you gonna ask Samuel - all in branded clothes and even a couple of scars on his arms and body, Samuel heard girls like that. so why the hell was he now sitting in his car, waiting for the green traffic light, to take the last turn on the way to the club.

the club pulsed with life, a kaleidoscope of lights and sound. music was loud, the bass reverberating through the walls and into the very bones of everyone present. bright soffits cast dramatic beams of light across the room, while disco balls and neon lights spun and flashed, creating a dazzling display of color and movement. the beats were relentless, a steady rhythm that set the pace for the night, making it impossible to stand still. everywhere people were moving to the music, their elegant outfits shimmering under the ever-changing lights. there was an intoxicating blend of laughter and conversation, a hum of joy that added to the vibrant energy of the place. on the dance floor, bodies moved in sync, rubbing against each other in the heat of the dance. faces were flushed, eyes bright with euphoria and the liberating atmosphere of the club. the air was thick with the mingled scents of perfume, cologne, and the faint, sweet tang of alcohol. groups of friends huddled together, their voices rising in excitement over the music, while others danced with abandon, lost in the music and the moment. there was a sense of freedom, a collective shedding of the day's worries and an embrace of the night's possibilities. in this space, everyone was united by the rhythm, the lights, and the shared desire to lose themselves in the celebration. it was a world unto itself, where problems melted away and the only thing that mattered was the here and now.

00:30 - 01:15 you only need my car and a penthouse (pam-pam) — house music is playing. i'm smiling at you and we're hanging out in Moscow Seoul on your birthday and it's a shame I'm not on your wishlist you have friends (bitches), spreading rumors about me you're like ANIKV, and i'm SALUKI, i want to wear matching looks and i blend in with the crowd, watching you i'm already drunk on you, and i i walk into the party. "what the fuck?" the DJ is a total jerk you're dancing alone, and i'm pouring (eh) a colorful cocktail into my cup. you're mine tonight let's untie my bow! i'm your present

however, as the head of the third branch, Samuel didn't find anything new here. the picture of a good, expensive club was all too familiar to him. now, he just had to find the reason he came here tonight - you. making his way to the bar through the throngs of people, he periodically looked around, trying to catch a glimpse of you on the dance floor or perhaps in the VIP area or maybe - *collision*

he felt someone’s back crash into his chest. instantly, he turned his gaze to the cause of the collision, ready to tear apart the drunken idiot who had dared to bump into him. but luck was on his side - the fish had caught itself in the net.

a pair of eyes stared up at Samuel, almost level with his own. he was surprised; it was rare for him to meet a girls who didn’t have to look up at him. that fox, Kim Joon Goo, hadn’t mentioned that you would be so tall and so… cute. the light touch of your fingers on his wrist, right where his watch was, accompanied by a sweet, apologetic smile. "oh i'm sorry! i wasn't looking where i was going," - you said, raising your voice slightly to be heard over the loud music as you turned to face him. it was you - the girl Goo Kim had assigned him to bring to his office. Samuel remembered Goo's instructions to be careful with you; you could slip away at any moment. he needed a plan.

Samuel put on his sweetest smile. "it's nothing…" - he paused, waiting to hear your name.

"Y/N," you supplied with a smile at his attempt to flirt. without warning, you grabbed his large hand and pulled him deeper onto the dance floor. the music changed, the beat becoming more intense, the lights flashing in a mesmerizing pattern. Samuel was taken aback. he liked girls who knew what they wanted, but something about your genuine smile, your slender fingers wrapped around his larger palm, the way the lights played on your figure, and that gorgeous dress you wore tonight made him follow you.

you danced with him, touching him, directing his hands on your body as the beat pulsed through the floor. you rubbed against him, your movements fluid and confident. Samuel didn't forget his task - to take you to Goo - but your company was so warm, so pleasant, so intoxicating.

he let his hands rest on your waist, sliding higher, rubbing your belly and ribs, as you turned your back to him. you threw your hands up, grabbing the back of his neck and placing your head on his shoulder, giving him perfect access to the crook of your neck. in that moment, Samuel overwhelmed by the allure of you. time seemed to lose meaning as the music shifted again, this time to a slower, more sensual rhythm. Samuel found himself lost in your presence, the genuine laughter you shared, the flirtatious lines you threw at him, the way your eyes sparkled with mischief and delight. His task felt like a distant memory as he became more intoxicated with every passing second.

"you're quite the dancer," - you whispered, your breath warm against his ear.

"you're quite the charmer," - he replied, his voice low and filled with a mix of admiration and something deeper. you smiled, a playful glint in your eye. "maybe i'm just trying to distract you."

"maybe it's working," - he admitted, his hands tightening slightly on your waist. you turned in his arms, facing him once more. your fingers traced a path up his chest, stopping at his collar. "tell me, Samuel, are you always this serious?"

he chuckled, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "only when i'm not having fun."

"well then," - you said, leaning closer, - "let's make sure you have plenty of fun tonight." your neat hands sank lower, somewhere to the level of the pockets of his trousers, leaving a light, fleeting touch on his hips.

Samuel's heart raced as he looked into your eyes, feeling a connection he hadn't anticipated. He knew he had to take you to Goo, but for now, he allowed himself to get lost in the moment, the music, and the warmth of your company. as you continued to dance, the world outside the club faded away, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of shared smiles and electrifying touches.

the night passed on while you and Samuel danced, drank, laughed, and danced again, not paying attention to the people and music around. It seemed to him that tonight his hands explored almost your entire body, at least as far as the situation allowed, but you didn’t lag behind him. your deft fingers touched him here and there, making Samuel almost purr with pleasure when your claws touched his neck, gently stroking. as the night wore on, you leaned close to his ear, your breath warm against his skin. "i need to use the restroom. be right back," - you said, flashing a playful smile before disappearing into the crowd. Samuel watched you go, a smile tugging at his lips. he felt a strange mix of exhilaration and satisfaction from the evening. after a while, he glanced at his wrist to check the time. shit. his watch was missing. a sinking feeling hit him, and he quickly patted his pockets - phone, car keys, wallet, and apartment keys - all gone.

01:16 - 01:59 i'm dancing alone, i don't need you i need the keys to your car i'm dancing alone, i don't need you i need the keys to your apartment i turn on autopilot, they pour Moët like in business class, and i'm already carried away and warmth spreads through my body, but not from you is— is— is that gin and tonic? i want a new iPhone and an apartment in the center, a BMW with tinted windows boy, jump over to the table! i have a question for you can you do it for me? give me another zero (on my account)

"that little - " - he growled under his breath, anger bubbling up. you had fooled him. the girl he had been sent to retrieve had not only slipped away but had taken everything he had. desperately and annoyed he approached a random guy leaning against the bar. "hey, can i borrow your phone? an emergency." - the guy looked skeptical but handed over the phone. Samuel quickly dialed Taejin's number.

"Taejin, it's Samuel. i need you to pick me up from the club. now."

he walked out of the club, lighting a cigarette, his hands shaking with fury. the smoke curled around him as he remembered his conversation with Goo before the assignment. Goo had warned him about you, your mischievous personality, and how easily you could slip away.

"she's a slippery one," Goo had said, his eyes narrowed and he looked at Samuel. it was rarely when Goo talked serious "don't relax or let yourself to ease your attention, Samuel."

but he had let his guard down, and now he was paying for it. his frustration grew as he replayed the night's events in his mind, cursing himself for being so easily deceived.

twenty minutes later, Taejin pulled up outside the club, and Samuel slid into the passenger seat, seething with anger. his jaw was clenched, and his fists were tight as he tried to control his frustration.

"what happened?" Taejin asked, raising an eyebrow as he glanced over at Samuel.

"little bitch took everything - my phone, keys, wallet even watches. everything," Samuel muttered. "we were supposed to bring her to Goo, but now she's gone."

"great," - Taejin sighed. "this is just what we needed. what are we going to tell Goo?"

"i don't know," Samuel snapped. "i'll think of something."

as they drove to Taejin's apartment, Samuel's mind raced. he was furious with himself and worried about the repercussions. Goo was a man he deeply respected, man who actually acknowledged and accepted him and the thought of disappointing him was almost unbearable. When they finally arrived at Taejin's apartment, the two men wearily headed to separate rooms. the night had taken its toll, and they quickly fell asleep, though Samuel's sleep was fitful, plagued by thoughts of what awaited him in the morning.

01:59 - 2:22

i walk into the party. "what the fuck?" the DJ is a total jerk you're dancing alone… (i'm dancing alone) i'm dancing alone, i don't need you i need the keys to your car i'm dancing alone, i don't need you i need the keys to your apartment

the next morning, they arrived at Goo's office, dreading the conversation that awaited them. Samuel's stomach churned with anxiety. He knew Goo expected results, and he had none to show. to their shock, they found you sitting in the office, bathed in sunlight streaming through the window. your sweet, apologetic smile was aimed at Samuel, and you lightly waved, whispering "sorry" with your lips. Samuel was stunned, his anger momentarily forgotten as he took in the surreal scene. Goo waved them off with a smile.

"thank you for your work, Samuel," - Goo smiled. "you and Taejin can leave now. we have some more things to discuss."

stunned, Samuel and Taejin left the office, confusion etched on their faces. Samuel's heart pounded in his chest, a mix of relief and residual anger coursing through him. moments later, you emerged, a mischievous grin spreading across your face. "thanks for the night," - you said, a hint of laughter in your voice. Samuel's mind flashed back to the previous evening. "you played me," Samuel said, half in admiration and half in frustration.

you leaned in closer, your lips almost brushing his ear. "maybe. but it was fun, wasn't it?" - you then pulled back, your expression turning sincere. "i'm really sorry, Samuel. i had to do it. but thank you for the night. i really meant each word yesterday... it was amazing." - you handed Samuel his belongings back, your eyes sparkling with amusement.

with a final wink and the most genuine smile, you turned and walked away, leaving Samuel standing there, his emotions a whirlwind of anger, admiration, and something else he couldn't quite place. he watched you go, a strange mixture of respect and irritation battling within him. the night had been wild, but the aftermath was even more bewildering.

*bonus*

as soon as the door slammed behind you, Samuel’s gaze lingered on his things, which you placed directly in his huge hand. opening his wallet he found a polaroid photo of the two of you from the club - his nose buried in the crook of your neck, his hands on your hips, guiding your movements to the beat of the music while your fingers were buried deep in his hair. at the bottom was the signature "sorry again hehe. xxx-xxx-xxx - conciliatory dinner from me.”

Samuel just chuckled, wondering who managed to take a photo of you and how this photo ended up in your possession, closing your wallet. Goo’s palm lay on his shoulder and a chill ran down his spine when he hissed in his ear, “don’t think that i will believe the stories that she didn’t run away from you yesterday. you’re lucky that she came today herself, saying that you were convincing." Goo’s voice oozed venom, although he had the most playful smile on his face, and the grip on his shoulder was already beginning to feel painful.

[frostbitebakery]

THERE’S ALWAYS ROOM FOR JUST DES(S)ERTS

a Gooey-Wan story

Sitrep.

Cody stares at the tableau in front of him.

Palpatine’s body has gone cold and kind of more shrivel-y, still in that terror-filled, agonized fetal position.

A mouse droid steadily bumps into the corpse as it cleanses up nightmare sludge residue. The usual wails of eternal torment and stalking mimic of the hunted under the whirring of the little droid are almost a comfort.

The galaxy is saved from a madman’s nightmare visions by his own, custom-tailored nightmares in between a lot of impressive lightsaber acrobatics and surprisingly few dismemberments, considering.

“Huh,” Fox says next to him and takes a sip from his “Second Best Commander in the GAR” mug that Cody had helpfully corrected and improved.

“There were,” Obi-Wan pauses, visibly ruminating on his next words, “a surprising amount of tookas involved in the dreams. And those little… do you recall those little fluffy critters we encountered on Therenx VI?”

“Huh,” Cody echoes. He does remember the small bear-like animals. Mainly because they tended to shoot lightning out of their fuzzy little bellies unprovoked. Perma-banning them from the Negotiator after singed eyebrows and electrocuted equipment had involved a lot of tears and attempts at mutiny secretly sponsored by Cody’s General.

“So,” Fox drawls out, “that’s it?”

General Windu frowns. “With the reveal, there are certainly more issues to be resolved. But for the moment? Yes, it seems so.”

“‘Kay. I’m going on vacation. Toodles.” And with that Cody watches Fox go away with a careless gesture.

Cody waves after him before he realizes what he’s doing. He shakes his head and turns back. “You okay?”

The pulsing, thick smoke is slowly absorbed back into the heavy cloak. Obi-Wan is flickering once in a while, the sclera of his eyes a black hole for the stars in his pupils. He drags a hand through his hair but the stubborn strands just fall back across his forehead. “That was quite the outing,” he says cheerfully. “Never did like Taungsdays very much.”

Cody raises his eyebrows, still waiting for an answer. He doesn’t do anything to suppress or hide the smile tugging insistently on his lips.

“Frankly, I could do with a cup,” Obi-Wan admits and cracks his back with a satisfied groan that does it for Cody very much. “I do feel a bit matte.” He tilts his head back a bit, strange, beautiful eyes seeming to stare into the galaxy’s matter itself. The black tongue laps at his lips, quick and away. “And very full. The Chancellor’s dreams provided indeed.”

The sing-song voice is back and Cody shivers despite himself. It’s…unnerving. The one thing that makes the hair rise on Cody’s arms. That tells his hindbrain that there’s nowhere he can hide, nowhere he can crawl into, nowhere to turn to, because what is looking for him can find him in ways beyond his control.

Obi-Wan shakes his head, black bleeding out of his eyes, and leans forward on his knees with another long groan. “I want a nap.”

General Windu shakes his head with a fond look, and leads him away from the body with a steady hand sinking into a smoky shoulder. “Master Mundi is bringing some trusted Senators here.”

“Very well,” Obi-Wan nods and looks at Cody. “Commander,” he starts and Cody straightens instinctively as he receives the last orders from his General.

.

“Force, this is exactly what I needed,” Cody hears around the entry to the small kitchen. He takes his mug back to the living quarters and drowns in the sofa cushions next to Obi-Wan.

Nightmare sludge is happily sopping into the bowl placed under black clawed hands.

“Feel better?” Cody asks, sipping from freshly brewed caf made from real beans. The luxury feels endless. Smoke gently curls in between his fingers, dancing and playing around when he wiggles his hand.

With a mischievous smile Obi-Wan turns his head to him, burrows into his side. “Hmhm, that shower was rejuvenating.”

Cody has to agree. Feeling the grime and battle and literal nightmares washing off his skin, Obi-Wan’s skin, under hot water and hotter breath, the calming smell of the soap steaming against the tiles - it feels like a happy ending like in the holo movies.

“How are you?” Obi-Wan asks, shaking nightmares off one hand into the bowl.

“You know,” Cody tips his head against ginger hair and closes his eyes, “I feel really good.”

for @deathdovesong

[sytokun]

A lengthy thought wall about the recent RT shutdown and DillonGoo Studios' interest in acquiring RWBY - I speculate and entertain some hopium about the pros that could come with it and why all in all, impossible it may be, it's probably the best shot we have for RWBY.

Some rwde cause it mentions Shane's letter and nobody likes that.

I've been reading a lot, a lot of the various discussions around RWBY's fate and Dillon Goo Studio's (henceforth shortened to DGS) interest in acquiring it. Here's my overall evaluation everything so far:

This goes without saying but this is obviously an optimistic take on the matter, I wanna talk moreso about the pros rather than the logistics of whether DGS can afford it, whether you think it's just clout-chasing, etc.

Dillon's a former RWBY animator and a fan of Monty's work. No matter what you think of Monty's style of action, in the greater public sphere, RWBY is known and liked precisely for that and largely that alone, period. Only RWBY fans who are already invested in the show will mention story or characters - for the majority of people, i.e. future RWBY fans, the action is the main selling point, and DGS clearly can deliver on this.

Dillon himself is at least amicable with most of CRWBY and likely open to negotiate with them given prior work history. For any other media corporation, consulting the old IP holders of a defunct company is a minor formality at best or even a laughable waste of time. And if you want to bring up a certain almost 10-year-old letter and the person working with Dillon who wrote it, there are plenty in the comments section who would agree with me that it's not as big a dealbreaker as one might think, given the company the letter largely condemned is well dead and buried. I won't go further into that matter.

DGS is very community-oriented - they're very intimately familiar with 3D animation and produces creator-friendly content like the Goo Engine which helps future animators inspired by RWBY to make similar anime-style 3D content. Every single RWBY fan animator whose work we enjoyed benefits from this acquisition - all of whom can grow into future animators for the series, intimately familiar with its trademark action style.

DGS is probably the only genuine fan of RWBY that has a remote chance of acquiring the IP with the express motivation of using the IP creatively. This can be clearly seen in the steady improvement of their animation content over the years and desire to push the medium. All other candidates are corporations whose motivations with RWBY are, more likely than not, going to be entirely financial (not necessarily a bad or unhealthy thing, but it's a factor).

If RWBY stays under WB or given off to Crunchyroll? They have no stake in RWBY beyond pure business. They have no interest in what's best for RWBY or its growth, only how it will be most profitable or recoup the losses from RT. The only companies I can see being more creatively invested in RWBY are ArcSystem Works who implemented RWBY in Blazblue Cross Tag Battle, or Shaft that animated Ice Queendom, but those are both Japanese companies unlikely to go all-in on a foreign IP - especially given that these studios usually adapt other IPs, not buy them outright.

DGS is invested in RWBY. Their entire studio's style is built on RWBY-esque action animation. Acquiring RWBY more or less guarantees it'll become their main flagship series and their main investment, whereas with WB, Crunchyroll or other big platform, RWBY is nowhere near prolific enough to be much more than another shelf-filler in their library. At worst, Warner archives RWBY for eternity and at best, they only bring RWBY out for tie-ins and crossovers to prop up their larger DC properties. Why give RWBY the spotlight when they own the likes of Justice League and Looney Tunes?

DGS may not be the most plausible choice, but it's clear that unless some big company like ArcSystem Works or something throws their hat in the RWBY ring, DGS is far and away the people's favourite, even gaining approval from JJ Grelle (Tyrian's VA), who quite notably refused to reprise their role for Rooster Teeth.

DGS is still very much an indie studio which IMO RWBY has flourished the most under, the time period where it retained a certain unpolished energy that made you invested in watching it improve and grow. I don't want to watch a RWBY that uses its precious time under a new studio to just go by the numbers and coast by on its existing fanbase. I want to watch a RWBY that grows, innovates and takes risks, that impresses and draws new and old fans in the way it does for every single person that has watched the Red Trailer for the first time.

I think a lot of folks have a preconceived notion that RWBY has to continue on the exact same production value as V9 left off, but that never had to be the case. I think a return to a much more subdued production with smaller teams focusing on strong individual episodes over large overarching narratives will be healthy for RWBY and more easily invite new fans, which it sorely needs if it wants to stay afloat this time around.

Whether this means a continuation to V10 or a reboot I don't know, but I know I'd rather take a RWBY that a new studio respects and will produce in a way that fits their strengths and limits, over trying and overreaching themselves to make something work that even Rooster Teeth failed to, or over no RWBY at all.

That's the crux of it: the worse alternative is no RWBY at all. CRWBY and especially us as a fandom are in no position to be picky when that's the alternative. There's no such thing as a perfect deal, but this is about as sweet as they come. If the only hurdle is WB's refusal to sell, then that's on Warner. If the only hurdle is affording the IP, I, many others and no doubt other associates Dillon Goo Studios knows are likely to help them meet that price.

I do wanna stress, despite my optimism, I'm not asking to stake all our hopes on DGS as the saviour of RWBY, god no - the last thing I want is a weirdo Monty 2.0 cult and I doubt Dillon would want that either. I'm not saying the RWBY they'd make will be perfect or be equitable for everyone either - some compromises must be made and professionally speaking, whoever owns RWBY next has no legal obligation to make V10 or bring back anyone from CRWBY. Any such action is solely on the graces of the new IP holder and at the end of the day, I think whatever creates a healthier, longer-lasting future for RWBY should take priority over our sentiment or attachment.

But as things stand right now, if DGS isn't just farming Twitter likes and is honest-to-god serious about acquiring RWBY, and no better candidate presents themselves, this is about the best option we have right now, and I myself will be ready to help and contribute in whatever little way I can. Because I know the very real alternative is either a complete gamble on yet another faceless media subsidiary, or watching RWBY rot behind a vault for the next decade or more.

[evilminji]

New Question Haunting Me

Is the ENTIRE Zone Green or just the region Danny got spat into?

Cause we know Ectoplasm can change colors.

And the Zone IS literally Infinite.

The Caribbean ocean and the Arctic ocean look different, despite both being sea water. And Carbon sure can make ALL SORTS of funny shapes. Does the Zone have Regions? Actually, yes. We know it does.

Better question. Does it have Nebula? Like, WELL beyond plant sized areas. So big, that even with unobstructed view, you can't really see the edge of the color shift?

My brain is telling me? That the most LIKELY scenario? Is because it's Infinte? It's both There and Here. Just? The Zone, Repeated. With this being the Green One. A specific SHADE of many. Countless.

You just? Go 90 at a degree angle while standing still, maybe a little to the back-up-down-turn-left aaaand? Now you are in the Red Zone. Do it again, everything's monochrome. Etc.

Each place has its own Vibe. Probably it's own Monarch.

Likely just one Clockwork.

But? So far? All the Ectoplasm has come from, effectively This Specific Pool? The own closest and easiest to access from their universe. Which happens to be Green.

It could very well be like different gasses, per color. Different energy waves. Pulling different personality types towards different Zones of THE Zone. You very well COULD turn a corner, metaphorically, and find what to the ancients eye looks like Heaven.

Drifting clouds, endless bliss, soft light. All seen through some temporary portal. While another? Holy SHIT. Everything's on FIRE and people are tearing each other apart! Scary and bad! That must be some sort of punishment!

You see enough glimpses of the alien and untranslateable? It gets hard to explain REAL fast. But you become certain of what you know. Filter it through the lense of your experiences and cultural understandings.

Would be interesting to figure out how those glimps even HAPPENED. Was it the metaphysical "weight" of humanity? Slowly sinking Realm in the sea of the Zone until it reaches the correct ectoplasmic density? A way too support the expanding number of Souls being created?

What must, then, they have been able to see? When Humans were new? If the population keeps increasing, will the Portal in Fenton Works start to disconnect? As Reality is dragged down a layer? What effect does that have on the collective subconscious?

If Danny became King of the Green, would he have to stay THERE? Negotiate with the Monarch of where comes next? I have QUESTIONS! I want to STUDY THE GOO! Somebody let me poke the radioactive substance with a STICK!

@the-witchhunter @hypewinter @hdgnj @ailithnight @nerdpoe

[starryknight-dragonarts]

Captain Marianna and Zosimo

Captain Marianna Perola de Fantasma is an older veteran pirate who has been in the business for a good many years and has a reputation for being laid-back and fun loving, but you would not want to be on her bad side, she did not get this far as a Pirate by being a big huggable pushover. She dislikes unnecessary acts of violence and cruelty, and is generally honest and honorable with a side of trickery and mischief. She usually won't open lie (though she has no qualms with doing so if necessary) but will withhold information tactically finding it more fun to trick pokemon with the technical truth. She tends to use her calm and friendly demeanor to negotiate her way through problems, and if her charm doesn't work then negotiations always go better with some good drinks and lots of food, however her jolly carefree demeanor ends immediately to those who threaten anyone under her protection.

In her youth she was considerably more of a spitfire; she took a great many risks chasing after treasure and lost some things along the way, but her Solosis buddy Zosimo has helped her recover and covers for some of her losses forming new limbs from the goo that surrounds their body. He'd be her right-hand mon if he weren't actually her left hand. Zosimo does not do a lot of talking, at least not in any language that anybody comprehends except for Marianna who understands him perfectly. Probably because of Telepathy. They also have other unique psionic abilities not because of Zosimo's own psychic powers but because of their combined abilities allowing them to do things like alter luck in their favor and pull off uncanny maneuvers.

[horizon-verizon]

Two creators say that this was a thrice-pointed maneuver here at play: divest Black interest from the Palestinian cause AND and inspire race-based infighting. AND get more people to go back to buying from Starbucks/McDonalds, etc. through the open advertisement of people saying they'd go back (bc some people were at least silent about doing these things, but bc they aren't now, even more people will be convinced to go back or advertise it more!). Which implies a controlled opposition more than blatant stupidity, as Democrats have won before with goos/better timing and strategies.

I believe it, bc Kamala's campaign was the Democratic party's, hers, and Biden's faults. He didn't drop out for her soon enough, she refused to show she was willing to negotiate with protestors and those who had their own and families' lives on the line or already destroyed (Palestine), and the party did not make themselves be different enough from the Republicans and both parties' the neoliberal colonialist actions both in the U.S. and abroad. When Kamala criticizers said that she needed to change her campaign if all she really wanted was voters (basically when people criticizing her were just talking about strategy, i recommend CrutchesandSpice on TikTok). Some people even have said it's possible that Democrats are pushing forward a Trumpian/Republican presidency so that we're so fucked over theset 4 years we'd be desperate to vote Democrat, but the issue here is that this idea would challenge some liberals and everyday Democrats would have to think about how shallow the Democratic party was in terms of promises of a better future, how over the years we're going to be stuck with more foreign and eventually domestic child labor factories...bc even if Democrats win the 2028 election, the Supreme Court is fulfilled with Republicans who can declare their laws unconstitional AND the positions are FORT LIFE. Outnumbered.

A*P#C could be working in tandem with the H*ritage Foundat$on is all I'm saying.

[pluralzalpha]

Galactic Gazetteer: Legara IV

Class: unknown

Quadrant: Alpha

Location: Legaran system, near Cardassian space

Environment: hot and dark

Inhabitants: Legarans

Affiliation: neutral

First Contact: 2366

Appearance: TNG "Sarek" (1990)

Fun fact: the Legarans prefer to live in pools of thick goo, kept at 150 °C.

Another fun fact: Ambassador Sarek spent 93 years negotiating with the Legarans remotely before they agreed to official First Contact in person.

Fun fact 3: appeared in the Wildstorm comic "Enter the Wolves," where the Federation made First Contact with the Cardassians.