#he 100% tried to stop reading hence the blood

[jokamachai]

“LOOK AT THE SKY, MARTIN… IT’S LOOKING BACK!”

Hello son, I came back and brought the milk too!! Anyway yes I’m relistening to TMA (again) so there’s a chance that I’ll be posting some more art (maybe). Either way enjoy some delicious crazy Jon vibes!!

[dzthenerd490]

Tales: GATE Part 6

Thankfully the drive wasn't bad at all, everyone ended up taking turns driving the MGDB-4 "bulldogs" and those that weren't were handling the directions or just talking. Right now, it was Kaneki who was mapping out the directions. He was using a Foundation Computer Screen Pad that showed all the land mapped out by the long-distance Foundation drones. Kaneki was simply drawing out the best routes and sending a live feed to Itami's helmet as he drove. Itami still wasn't used to having a computer screen on the visor of his helmet. It showed him so much information while also giving him a clear view of what was in front of him, though it did help to think of it as a videogame. 

While Kaneki kept reviewing the map, he noticed Lelei looking over his shoulder, he then helped her to understand how he was reading it and how it worked. Though when concerning the Computer Screen Pad in general, he tried to explain that too, but Lelei didn't get it so as anything other than magic; so, he just went with that. MTF High Commander Yōsai, who was in the front alongside Xio, noticed Kaneki and Lelei talking and smiled at the sight. 

"Ah, it always feels good to watch Youngsters fall in love, ey Kaito?" Yōsai looked at the rearview mirror to confirm and sure enough he got Kaito's attention. They were speaking in japanese hence why Kaneki blushed, but Lelei was left in confusion.

"Hm, though it seems you got lucky and found someone yourself, I heard she's your age yeah?"

"Shut up Hoshi, your high position doesn't mean you can be arrogant."

"Hmph, would have been your position if you hadn't screwed up 70 years ago."

"Tch, a hundred years later and still a brat." Yōsai chuckled while Kaito just grunted in annoyance. Itami and his group who accidentally listened were shocked to hear them throw around such high numbers of age such as 70 and 100 as if it was no big deal. Even Xio who could understand everything, was surprised to hear that Kaito was possibly as old as MTF High Commander Yōsai. Especially Rory who was seemingly teasing Tuka about something in their native language. Kaito noticed this and after hearing what they were saying he looked at them in shock. Rory then smiled at Kaito and Tuka looked at him while blushing in embarrassment, Kato quickly looked the other way also blushing in embarrassment. 

Itami noticed this and felt jealous for not knowing what they were talking about, it was clearly a lively conversation and he wanted details. Itami then turned to Kaneki and saw how he was wearing one of those translation collars. He was currently using it to switch between the native language and Japanese to both talk to Lelei and teach her some more Japanese on the side. 

"Hey Sasaki-san?"

"Hm? What is it Itami-san?"

"Any chance I could get a translation collar?"

"Oh, sorry, tech like that is restricted for Level 2 Clearance Personnel and above."

"Wah? Wait what Level Clearance am I?"

"Uh... well you're in MTF Sigma-66 so it's hard to say. But you're definitely lower than Level 1 Clearance... which essentially means you're banned from all gear except for what we give you." Itami was shocked to hear this but just sighed as he knew there was nothing else he could do. 

"Woah hey, what the hell?" Xio then stopped the vehicle, in front of the road it could be seen that their eventual destination had black smoke. 

"Shit, Kaneki and Lelei, you're going to want to see this!" Kaneki and Lelei moved forward to get a better look, Kaneki used his binoculars to see what was happening though even when heavily enhancing the view he just saw smoke. He then gave them to Lelei in hopes she would understand better, though he had to help her use them as she wore them in reverse. 

"Hm... it's not the season for bush fires, some people must have set up a fire but it's too big?" Suddenly Rory stepped forward past them and smiled at the sight of the smoke.

"Rory? What's wrong?"

"The stench of blood. A battle has taken place here." Xio and Yōsai looked at one another and then to Lelei with concern.

"Lelei? Do you think it's a mistake to come here?" Lelei looked to Xio, then to MTF High Commander Yōsai, then to Kaneki. She was sure that so long as they were here everything would be fine. Besides, if they left now then things wouldn't go according to her plan to finally repay the SCP Foundation for all the good they did for her and the others. 

"We'll be fine, with Rory here, they won't dare attack us. We just need to show we mean no harm." MTF High Commander Yōsai shrugged while Captain Xio just sighed and started driving again.

"I'm trusting my men with your decision, Lelei. Don't let me down, okay?" Lelei felt a pain in her heart after hearing that, but she was sure this would work out in the end. 

***

They made it to the gates, though the entrance was anything but friendly. The gates were closed, the baristas were aimed right at them, and a man at the gates demanded to know who they were. 

"Uh Lelei I'm going to have to insist we try somewhere else."

"Please wait Xio, this town is our best option, at least allow me to go up there and talk to them." 

"I can't allow that!" Lelei and Xio turned to Yōsai who quickly joined in on the conversation. 

"Sorry Lelei but you're essential to the mission. Second of all you are considered a VIP within the G Class personnel. To allow you to enter danger is punishable by death within the Foundation or worse demotion to D Class. Though regardless of rankings I can't risk your lives for any reason, please let us think of another option."

"But Commander, if I, a native of this world, don't tell them that we mean them no harm then what else can we do? You all are not native here so they will naturally assume they are your enemies only I can break this misunderstanding."

"Hey hold it Lelei!" Soon Tuka bumped into the conversation.

"Why are you so adamant on us doing trading in this city? You realize these people saved us, right? If they think it's trouble here, then let's just leave and find another one."

"But it has to be this one, the SCP Foundation wants to have secret ties with the empire. There's no better place to start here. All I have to do is speak on their behalf and the Empire will learn not to harm the SCP Foundation anymore."

"... Ugh, fine. But I'm coming too!"

"No, you are not!" MTF High Commander Yōsai was now getting visibly angry at the two of them which shook Tuka and possibly Lelei thought it was hard to tell as her expression did change. 

"There is no way in hell I am allowing two Class G civilians, especially VIPs like yourselves, to face possible hostiles!"

"You don't need to worry Yōsai, I'll be going with them!" Rory then happily sat up thinking it would reassure Yōsai.

"SIT DOWN RORY!" Instead, to her shock, he was red with anger. Rory normally took orders from no one, but Rory found Yōsai, as a fellow immortal, interesting so she decided to listen. MTF High Commander Yōsai groaned with disappointment, but then looked to Xio as she placed her hand on his shoulder. 

"High Commander, with all due respect, they are right. We should let the locals do the talking; it is the whole point of Operation Blind Spot."

"... ugh... damn it, alright fine, but I'm coming with you! Captain Zapata you're with me, you too Trooper Itami! On the double!" Itami was shocked at first but felt it was right for him to go as he thought it would be cruel to leave Yōsai to be the sole protector of the girls, so he got out of the vehicle with everyone else. He also decided to be extra manly by going in the front to take any potential arrows, though most of his courage came from the fact that his armor was bulletproof. Though with all the notifications blinking on his visor and not knowing how to control them he quickly took off his helmet which greatly annoyed Yōsai.

"Itami, what are you doing? Get back here." 

"Ah, don't worry Sir- I mean High Commander! Ahem, I'm just making sure to be the human shield."

"Itami don't be an idiot, also put your damn helmet on!"

"Don't worry Sir, I think I can actually see better without it."

"Itami, I'm serious! You never know when something might-" Suddenly the door swung open, and Princess Pina came out. She swung the door open so fast that Itami was hit on the face and fell down to the ground flat instantly. 

"Hit you on the head..."

"I'M GLAD YOU ALL CAME! ESPECIALLY YOU RORY THE REAPER! PLEASE SAVE US WITH YOUR... Your... divine... power... What's wrong, why are you all so quiet?"

"Uh, ma'am, as much as I would love to talk to your superiors, can you please get off of my subordinate?" Pina looked down and saw that she was standing on Itami's unconscious body, more specifically on his crotch. She quickly started panicking as she knew that any negotiations, she had quickly broken down by her unintentionally attacking the enemy. 

"Don't start dancing on him you moron, just get off of him!"

"Uh Captain? What's exactly going on over there?" As Xio got the transmission from Kaneki, she looked back to the others. Pina was sweating with fear as Rory and Tuka were tending to Itami. Meanwhile Lelei and Yōsai were watching the chaos though Yōsai seemed to be struggling to hold back his laughter. 

"Uh... yeah just give us a minute or a two... hundred."

***

After things finally calmed down Pina properly apologized for accidentally hitting Itami in the face. Though to their shock Pina revealed herself to be the princess of the very empire they were trying to connect to through the shadows. Technically this is not a part of Operation: Blind Spot but Yōsai in particular saw this as an opportunity. After explaining the situation to them Yōsai realized how they could take advantage to ensure the operation was a success. Yōsai told Princess Pina that they were a mercenary group that had managed to employ all sorts of talent from around the world hence why they had Rory, Tuka, Lelei and were in possession of strange looking weapons. Pina didn't buy it but pretended she did. First, she couldn't begin to think of what the truth was; second, she was really desperate for outside help. 

Thus, the two groups decided to work together in exchange for certain rewards that would be discussed later. Pina didn't like the sound of that last part so all she could do was mentally pray that they wouldn't ask for her enslavement or the city of Italica. Pina requested that Yōsai and Xio have their troops positioned at the South Gate, Xio then ordered Itami to relay this information and have everyone meet them at the Gate. 

It didn't take long for them to get the MGDB-4's on the outside of the gate and have their turrets set to defensive mode. Meanwhile everyone was stationed on the edges of the gates looking out in the distance or taking their time getting ready. This wasn't in their mission at all, but things rarely go according to plan within this world, so everyone was kinda used to it at this point. So instead of complaining everyone just decided to help the princess in her plan to defend the town. Gaining favors from the empire was part of the operation anyways, and it did feel good to see the people of Italica's morals raise knowing they were getting help. 

"Hey! We got scouts out in the distance." Xio looked to where one of her troopers were pointing in the distance, after using her binoculars she saw there were three men on horseback. 

"I got them Captain, just say the word." One of her snipers got out his rifle, she knew he could headshot all three of them instantly but...

"Nah, let them go. For all we know they have Thaumaturgic abilities, or perhaps more free magic-based abilities like Lelei. Even if that's not the case they could still be encouraged to get specialized shields or armor that are thick enough to stop bullets."

"Think you're giving them too much credit, boss."

"Hey, don't give me that crap! One of the ways you survive in the Foundation is that you prepare for everything, even the impossible." The Trooper sighed but did as Xio ordered, Itami noticed this and looked to his men who seemed a little too relaxed. 

"Hey! Take what Captain Zapata said to heart! In unknown territory anything is possible. So don't slack off!" The Sigma-66 units nodded and continued preparing their guns and other defensive weapons but now with more enthusiasm. 

"Thank you Itami."

"Of course, boss."

"How are things going?" High Commander Yōsai had just walked up from the stare to their level on the wall. 

"Going a little too well sir, we could get attacked right now and the turrets could do most of the work for us so everyone's taking it easy."

"Ha, that's assuming these hostiles don't have pet dragons or have mages like Lelei among them."

"I said something similar to the men earlier so they picked up the pace a little, Itami helped with that."

"I see, good work you two, if this battle goes well then with favors owed by the princess of the Empire, Operation Blind Spot will go more smoothly than expected."

"That's assuming it will go well." Kuwahara walked up to the three of them and bowed to Xio and Yōsai. 

"What's on your mind Trooper Kuwahara?"

"High Commander with all due respect I have to express some concerns."

"Feel free to tell me, at the Foundation we consider those who cast aside such concerns as fools."

"Thank you, High Commander. I am concerned about the bad state Italica is in, their defenses too. They put a barricade behind the gate as a twofold system. They know the gate will give out and are just looking to buy time. That's also why they have torches everywhere to ensure that when one gate falls the others can rush in and help. Which is going to be required since there's only about 5000 people in this town so-"

"Trooper Kuwahara. I don't mean to be rude but get to the point."

"... Why are we only stationed at this Gate? And why on the gate when we're rifle men. It's almost like-"

"We're bait? Yeah, pretty much."

"Ah, you knew!"

"Yup, her plan is to trick the enemy into thinking with our low numbers compared to the other gates that we're weak and can't defend. So, they'll come charging in and will have to be dealt with us. It's a very savage strategy to implement, especially on your newly formed allies, she's a princess of the Empire alright."

"Hmph, I don't disapprove since we are helping the people by doing this but why go with it High Commander?"

"You can just call me Yōsai, and its mainly to test the strength of this world. Granted the Foundation has already gone through two battles with the forces of this world but according to our sources they didn't all belong to the Empire. So, we need to assess all the strength of all potential enemies that exist within this world."

"Hm... awfully aggressive Yōsai. Don't you think so?"

"Yes, but it's the most effective way to get results as fast as possible. Within the Foundation, you find that results matter more than how they are obtained, or at least that's how the O5 sees it, faceless bastards." Both Kuwahara and Itami felt the disappointment in Yōsai's voice, neither of them wanted to press further. 

"Hm. noble, but very foolish." Everyone then turned to Rory who was looking over the edge of the wall with Lelei and Tuka behind her. 

"I mean its noble of you to want to risk yourself to protect the innocent people of Italica but it's foolish to be following the princess after knowing she's just using you as bait. So, what's the reason for listening to her?"

"We don't really get any better options Rory."

"You do, just kill the princess and declare Italica new territory of the SCP Foundation."

"We're not conquerors Rory, we already have land in this world we don't need more."

"So, you're really just doing it to help the princess?"

"Pretty much." Rory just sighed as she shrugged in confusion. Yōsai smiled at her but then noticed Itami still not wearing his helmet and started getting annoyed again.

"Itami for god's sake put your damn helmet on!"

"Uh, sorry sir but wearing it for too long hurts my head. All the blinking lights are messing with my vision."

"You were supposed to activate the regulation mode on it before putting it on. Didn't you bother reading the manual?"

"There's a manual?" Yōsai sighed in disappointment while Xio slapped him across the head. She then proceeded to show him how to activate the regulation mode on his helmet while he hastily tried to follow what she was saying. Rory walked up to Itami and held his helmet for him so that he could follow Xio's instructions more carefully. 

"Hm, if our motives sound too pure then just know that we're doing this because we want the princess to owe us a favor or two afterwards."

"Oh? and what would those favors lead to?"

"Hm... well I guess it's okay to tell. We want the princess to be one of our inside voices within the Empire to be able to control it without having any physical influence." Rory looked up at Xio with a face slightly changed with shock, she didn't like the sound of that but still wanted to hear Xio out.

"Why would you want that?"

"To make sure the Empire forgets the Foundation exists."

"Why?"

"In our world, the anomalous isn't supposed to exist. Dragons and magic also exist in our world, but no one knows they do." Itami looked at Xio in shock which grabbed both Xio and Rory's attention.

"See? The SCP Foundation is dedicated to ensuring that common people don't have to worry about the horrors that reside in the shadows. We mainly work to ensure they don't even know they exist in the first place. It should be no different for this world, though there's one thing regarding the anomalous we must always keep from the public. It's that the Foundation is technically an anomaly as well. So, in this world as well, we will be sure to make the Foundation nothing more than a nightmare to the empire that will be forgotten in a week or so. Though in reality we'll just be in the darkness watching everything through unseen eyes."

"Hm... falsehood and deceit will contaminate your soul."

"You disapprove?"

"Very much so. Emroy is the god of war; he doesn't condemn killing of people. However, your motivations are essential. Those who kill without honesty as to why, are to be damned."

"Hmph, everyone in the Foundation is already damned to hell, we just accepted that as part of the job. We die in the dark so you can live in the light." Rory felt a strange power form those words, it was almost like the same energy given when a soul's flower through her after death though not as powerful.

"... Are you sure the Foundation worships no gods?"

"None whatsoever, why?" Rory just smiled as she just found something extremely interesting about the Foundation. 

"Hm, pay it no mind, now then back to topic, you did say you plan to achieve this unholy act of secrecy by winning this battle?"

"We're not entirely sure yet, but if these marauders turn out to be just as easy to kill as all the other enemies we've faced then yeah. The princess will have to think twice before saying no to us." Finally, Itami got the Helmet on regulation mode, so he put it back on, finally his visor was clear of useless notifications and info. He then stood up to join in on the conversation.

"Ah, so showing her that it's better to be friends than enemies, that's the message we want to convey to the princess, right?"

"... essentially yeah." Rory's smile returned and started twirling around while raising her arms in the air. 

"Haha! How very interesting! Complete terror! To strike complete and utter terror into the very being of that princess! She and those who join her will always fear the darkness you reside in and fear upsetting the SCP Foundation for she knows that if she dares disobey, you will drag her to the deepest domain of Hardy!"

"Ah! Rory, I don't really think that's what Xio meant, right Captain?"

"Actually, Rory was more on the mark than you were Itami." Itami lost his colors as he was frozen in shock, meanwhile Rory faced Xio and raised her dress slightly to bow with grace. 

"I take back what I said, as Emroy is the lord of darkness, I'm sure it will please him that your organization is so willing to use his domain to reside and grow in power. As one of Emroy's Apostles I will be sure to assist you in establishing your veil of darkness. Feel free to reside in all the darkness in the world and control the light from within."

"Hm, we prefer to call it the veil of normalcy, though some others call it the veil over the anomalous world, but I guess that has a nice ring to it as well." Rory laughed at that but nodded in agreement Xio then extended his hand and Rory took it and shook. It seemed that Rory was going to be an ally to the Foundation much longer than expected. 

***

Later that night, the units under Xio and Itami had turned on night vision on their visors to be on the lookout for enemies. But no one was coming, in fact, the whole field in front of them was completely barren. 

"What the heck? where did they all go?"

"Did they give up?"

"Nah, they're probably trying to get more resources or bigger weapons, I bet they're planning on coming tomorrow night."

"Hm... something about this doesn't feel right."

"Captain! Over at the east gate!" Xio and the others looked to where one of her troopers were pointing and sure enough the east gate lit its enemy torches.

"Shit, come on everyone we're moving out."

"Wha- but Captain! We haven't received any orders from the princess!" Xio then glared at Itami in disappointment, actually scaring him. 

"Itami, do you honestly think that the princess has time to send us a message? Right now, she's probably hoping we'll make it there in time which we won't if you keep wasting time."

"But Captain-" Itami raised his hands to keep Kurokawa from speaking and nodded to Xio. Everyone then got off the wall and ran to the east gate as fast as possible. Thankfully there was one MGDB-4 still on the inside of Italica so Xio, Itami, Yōsai, Lelei, Tuka, Rory, Kaneki, and Kaito all rode on it while everyone else kept running. However, as they were getting closer to the battlefield Rory started moaning and twitching around. 

"Uh, Rory? What are you doing?"

"She can't help it, she's an Apostle of Emroy so naturally when people die in battle their souls flow through her while ascending to the afterlife. As she feels their energy flow through her it gives her strength but also... pleasure apparently." Rory then moaned loudly again making everyone in the car blush in embarrassment. Itami seemed to mutter something to which Xio slapped him hard on the head, he still felt it despite the helmet being bulletproof. Once they were very close Rory suddenly busted out of the MGDB-4 heavily damaging the roof and the turret. 

"Rory! You little-! Augh! Xio goes after her!" Xio smiled and jumped out of the hole in the roof, spun in the air, and landed perfectly on the ground. She looked up to see Rory charging into the battle and swinging her axe around slaughtering tens of the marauders at once. Xio was surprised someone as short as Rory could handle such a large weapon but more importantly, she shouldn't fall behind. She ran beyond the barricade and into the marauders, as soon as they surrounded her, she unleashed her hidden blades. In mere seconds she slashed the vital points of their body parts in between their armor with great speed and precision. Even when she missed and hit the armor her hidden blades were strong enough to pierce the armor meaning none of them were lucky enough to survive her wrath. In 5 seconds, all the marauders around her fell to the ground so she ran to the group to kill more. 

Kaneki got out of the MGDB-4 first and started firing at the marauders that got over the barricades. The number of marauders attempting this quickly grew out of fear of Rory and Xio who were slaughtering hundreds. Lelei noticed this and helped but not the way Kaneki expected as she blasted an explosive fireball at them all, killing most of them but also destroying the barricade. Though it technically didn't matter as now the rest were too afraid to try to go that way now.

The other marauders that weren't trying to hopelessly fight Rory or Xio ran to the other Italica soldiers using each other to get over the pikes and traps in the barricades. Those that actually managed to get over were trying to ambush the Italica soldiers but were suddenly decapitated. Even Rory and Xio were shocked by this they weren't anywhere close to the marauders and whoever did it was so fast they couldn't be seen.

"Haha, it's been a while since I've been in a battle as wild as this one. Though I think this is the first battle I actually enjoyed attending." Everyone then turned to the outside of the barricades where the Italica soldiers were and saw Yōsai standing with a bloody Katana which he quickly swung the blood off of. Princess Pina was next to him who seemed dazed, it was obvious he was extremely fast in not only killing the marauders but also dragged Pina there.

Itami and Kaito were still by the MGDB-4 and were sniping down any remaining marauders. Tuka was helping and surprisingly able to keep up with them as her enchanted arrows were able to fly quickly and follow her targets ensuring that, like them, she didn't miss once. Itami was expecting this battle to go on for a while but to his shock it ended extremely quickly. In a mere 30 minutes most of the marauders were dead and those left surrendered out of overwhelming fear.

Though that was just the marauders on the ground those still outside of Italica were unaware of what happened and planned on flooding in to ambush them. Then there were those that were those on the wall firing arrows or throwing knives at them. Itami quickly tried to protect Tuka, but Kaito beat him to the punch and hid her behind the MGDB-4. Kaneki used his own body to cover Lelei, which got him hit by all the arrows. Xio actually did the same with Rory, and so did Yōsai with Pina, actually making her blush as a result. 

Though unsurprisingly the arrows did nothing to any of them as their armor was already bullet proof. Though Itami wasn't convinced hence why he panicked despite the arrows bouncing off his armor. Itami and the marauders on the gate were shocked by this thought for the marauders their problems had only begun. 

Kuribayashi was the first of the others to get there, she quickly started punching through them or hitting them with the butt of her rifle. They tried hitting her with arrows or stabbing her with their swords but it all either bounced off or broke without leaving so much as a scratch on her armor. As soon as Kuribayashi noticed this she smiled and continued to rampage through the marauders. With her bulletproof armor and near indestructible gun she was unstoppable and could rampage as much as she wanted. MTF High Commander Yōsai let go of Pina and as he did, he saw Kuribayashi taking down the marauders on the wall all by herself.

"Huh, and here I thought she was a whining brat that only ever complained. Perhaps I've been a little too harsh on her." Suddenly a SFH-2 ″Raven" flew by with its incredible speed, Yōsai knew what this meant and quickly picked up Pina to her shock.

"Ah! They arrived just in time! Apologizes your majesty, but you're going to want to see this!" Yōsai then used his incredible speed to rush towards the wall, up the stairs, and onto the ledge. Finally, he let Princess Pina down where she was still a little dizzy. When her vision finally cleared, she saw on the outside of Italica walls an army of hundreds of marauders. However, they weren't focused on getting inside the city anymore, instead they were focused on Raven. Princess Pina looked at it as well and was shocked to see such a creature if that's what it even was.

"Is... Is that a Wyvern?"

"Hahaha, no, something much worse." Suddenly three objects dropped from the Raven and it flew away as its job was done. The three objects revealed themselves to be three red giants. They all had crimson red armor and stood taller than any man in she knew or will know. They looked a little similar yet were completely different from one another.

One was skinny looking and had what looked to be a cat tail and cat ears. Another had a kakugasa, with his armor greatly resembling samurai armor and with a hilt that looked abnormally large to be for a single blade. The last one looked more like a large robotic angel with large mechanical bird wings on its back. 

"What... what are those things?!"

"They are Mobile Task Force Alpha-1 "Red Right Hand", courtesy of the Foundation." Pina looked to Yōsai in shock, she knew Yōsai was holding back information about the nature of the Foundation, but she wasn't expecting it to be anywhere near to this degree. Suddenly the three stood up and in response the leader of the marauders ordered everyone to attack them. The Cat Alpha-1 unit was the first to attack, she unleashed her claws and sliced through the marauders, easily ripping them apart. The Samurai Alpha-1 unit grabbed a large Katana hilt and placed it on his hilt after he pulled it out. The hilt was attached to a large katana shaped superheated chainsaw. He quickly slashed through as many marauders as he could, quickly cutting all who were unfortunately in his path, leaving nothing but pieces of burnt corpses. Then the last one unleashed his wings and flew into the air. he flew towards the marauders farthest away and started shooting at them with his assault rifle arm bracelets. As for those he didn't hit, he flew just low enough to allow his wings to slice through them at high speed. 

One of the marauders had tears in their eyes as they quickly lost all hope, they fell to their knees and begged for mercy as they could do nothing else. The Cat Alpha-1 unit noticed this and simply walked past him and slaughtered other marauders. The few survivors were able to notice this and quickly fell to the ground in surrender hoping their comrades would do the same while they could. After about 5 minutes the battle was finally over and of the hundreds of marauders from before, now there were only about thirty, all on the ground in surrender. 

"Monsters... All three of them hold a unique terror. Like the legendary ancient dragons." Pina was so shocked she forgot about Yōsai who heard what she said and was now in deep thought because of it. 

"Hm, that actually makes me wonder, Xio and Itami's squads together were able to hold back the Fire Dragon. I wonder if a single Alpha-1 unit could take them down." Princess Pina again looked to Yōsai in shock, but she then looked back to the Alpha-1 units which were seemingly stationary. I knew they weren't mercenaries, she thought to herself, if I had to guess they're probably an empire and most likely... the same one that conquered Alnus Hill. We can't make enemies out of them; I'll have to beg them to forgive the empire for its previous two attacks as well as the assault of the alliance. I might have to bow my head, but... Suddenly the Cat Alpha-1 unit stared at Pina spooking her, to which Yōsai laughed.

"Haha! It looks like Neko might like you!"

"Neko?"

"She's a member of the Japanese Division of Alpha-1. Probably the strongest might I add."

"Division?! As in there's more than one group of Alpha-1 units! More than three?!"

"More than three? This is just a squad, your majesty, we have at least a hundred Alpha-1 units. Though of course that's just Alpha-1 we have nearly thousands of different Mobile Task Forces all filled with either tens or thousands of units." Pina then froze in shock which actually concerned Yōsai. Oops... perhaps I said too much, he thought, but then again if she's going to be one of our inside people for the Empire then it might be good to let her know as much as she can. 

***

With the battle over Princess Pina and her court of Italica met with the Foundation at the capital of the city. There MTF High Commander Yōsai along with Captain Xio, Itami, and a few others form Xio's unit and Sigma-66. Though Kaneki, Kaito, Rory, Lelei, and Tuka weren't there as they were instead currently trading the wyvern scales with a local merchant. Pina was filled with dread as she knew they had no power to demand anything from the Foundation but still as a princess of the Empire she had to at least try to establish some dominance here. Now was no longer a battle of weapons and blood, now was a battle of words and wits.

"Ahem, first off on behalf of the Empire we'd like to thank the Mercenary group known as the Ess-Cee-Pee Foundation for saving Italica, surely songs and stories will be told of your exploits for generations." Yōsai and Xio looked at one another, though neither of them was afraid as soon the misunderstanding would be cleared. 

"But first things first, let us discuss the spoils of war, first off I understand as the victors all weapons and resources obtained are yours, however we would like to request possession of the prisoners."

"Actually, it's perfectly fine if you take the marauders' stuff as well as imprison them, though we would like to request possession of at least 5 of them for intel gathering. Besides that, do whatever you want with them." Pina was confused that they would only request five prisoners, but she shook it out of her head for now. Itami and his group were shocked at how Yōsai was willing to let the empire just do what they wanted to war with poisoners.

"Actually, Princess Pina, there's something more pressing we need to discuss." Pina gulped in fear as she really didn't like the sound of that at all. 

"As you said people will most likely begin talking about the Foundation and the amazing things it can accomplish, however we can't allow that." Everyone on Pina's side tensed up as this almost sounded like a declaration of war. 

"Please be at ease, I can hear your heart beating in fear. Actually, it might bring more confusion if I keep talking about it, so how about we just show you the contract." Yōsai turned to Kaneki who walked up to Hamilton, one of Pina's knights, and handed her a Foundation Computer Screen Pad. She was confused on how it worked and tried to understand it which almost led her to breaking it, so Kaneki had to quickly take it back. Instead, he just stood in front of Pina and held it up for her to read. 

***

Document of Agreement: SCP Foundation and Saderan Empire

- The Foundation is allowed to take any 5 Captives form this battle. Their property, rights, and treatment are now under the jurisdiction of the Foundation and the Empire has no right to interject lest this contract be void. 

- The City of Italica is to be recognized as a Trading Port for the Foundation allowing Foundation staff to enter and leave without restriction. Class G Personnel who enter are to be treated as VIP's and never harmed by Imperial forces. 

- Blood samples are to be regularly taken from civilians. The purpose being to understand if Amnestic treatment will have any negative effects besides memory loss. 

- The Empire is to remain silent of all Foundation activity and actively assist the Foundation in ensuring that the public never knows the Foundation exists. 

- Failure to meet any of the agreements above will lead to the termination of the Imperial family and the swift replacement with a new emperor. This time, one more loyal to the Foundation and its dedication to the remaining in the shadows. 

Please write your signature here

X________________________________

***

Pina was wide eyed in shock; she could barely understand what most of it was saying but the parts she did understand nearly gave her a heart attack. This was not the worst-case scenario she was expecting but she could definitely tell it wasn't better. From what she could understand, she was being asked to essentially erase everything that happened today from history yet still allow the Foundation to come and go as they please. Furthermore, if she didn't do this, they wouldn't hesitate to wipe out the imperial family and replace them with puppets for the Foundation. At this point Pina thought that Italica being bled dry of its treasures, being turned into Foundation territory, or heck many the enslavement of herself and the people of Italica was a mercy compared to this. 

Still, she knew she couldn't say no; if she ever tried to, there was nothing to stop those monsters in red armor from destroying everything she held dear. She saw what they were capable of killing an entire army in mere moments and with such violent efficiency. Pina swallowed her pride and raised her pen but then Kaneki quickly panicked and raised the pad away from her. After carefully explaining, Pina just pressed her finger on the signature line and with her fingerprint the agreement was set. 

***

With the agreement set; Pina, her escorts, and the other representatives of Italica waved the Foundation goodbye as they left the city. Everyone was cheering though Pina and her closest escorts like Hamilton and Grey knew the truth. Even if they wore no collars, even if they were not bound by chains, even if they won the spoils of the war; as of this moment, they were slaves of the Foundation. Pina was still a princess of the Empire but now she was going to have to do whatever the Foundation told her to, meaning she might have to directly challenge her father the emperor. 

"Princess? What should we do?"

"Hm, gather the people and ensure no one speaks of what happened today, tell them it's an imperial order, bribe them, anything."

"Princess there no way we can-"

"You think I don't know that?! Of course, it's an impossible task but we must try! If we don't the Empire will be doomed! You saw how efficient a few soldiers in black were not to mention... those monsters in red. with just one they could wipe out the Empire within a week. No, possibly in less time." Grey and Hamilton looked at Pina in fear, she noticed this and managed to calm down because of it. 

"You're afraid? Good! Consider that the motivation you need to get this task done! As of this moment the Foundation that claimed Alnus Hill doesn't exist! In fact, Alnus Hill doesn't exist either! It never did! I don't know how I'll get the rest of the Imperial court to comply without revealing the Foundation, but I will get it done if it's the last thing I do!" Suddenly gun shots could be heard in the distance. Pina was confused and got Grey's telescope and looked out only to see Foundation soldiers fighting against her Rose Order of Knights. 

"... oh gods... we're all going to die."

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Part 7

Part 5

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Tales: Gate

[thebadboyfanclub]

Mess Is Mine (Klaus Mikaelson x Reader)

This was requested by an anon and it’s based on the song “Mess is mine” by Vance Joy. I hope you like it

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(Y/n) was amazed by Klaus, since she first met him in New Orleans she felt like a string got wrapped around her and pulled her close to him and so did he. Klaus noticed her on a beautiful warm summer day, walking out of a witch shop with a new tarot card in her hands, at first he thought it was a new witch on the hunt for the big bad hybrid, but she was just visiting the town and was very spiritual, hence why his first gift to her was necklace with a rose quartz, it also had a tad bit of vervain on it just in case someone found out about her and tried to hurt her.

(y/n) ended up staying the whole summer with him, she couldn’t really deny the offer of staying with him and his family, although she was a tad bit skeptical meeting his brother and sisters so early in the relationship but they ended up getting along with rebekah so well that Klaus found the often together doing “self care”, he just called it lollygagging.

But as October came along (y/n)’s nose felt a bit iffy and she slowly started getting a bit a cough, then the fever came along but she hated admitting she was ill, she didn’t like the feeling of people getting all sympathetic and feeling a bit sorry for her so she tried to deny it up until she got into a coughing fit after running down the stairs right in front of Elijah.

Klaus got extremely worried, he had almost forgot how fragile a human can be, specifically when it came to her, in his eyes (y/n) was this invincible goddess that couldn’t be harmed nor affected by anything. 

“Stop looking at me like that”

“Pardon me but you are so adorable when you are ill”

“I’m not sick im f-”

she was interrupted by another coughing fit. Klaus sat down next to her and rubbed her back in a soothing matter, a glass of water already in his hand so she can soothe her throat.

“Thank you”

she took the glass and slowly started to gulp down the liquid. Klaus wished he could just give her some of his blood and get over it but (y/n) refused profusely, she knew what Klaus and the others were, even though it took her a few days to comprehend it she eventually came around and accepted it. She slid back down in the bed and Klaus laid next to her, brushing her hair away from her face and giving her a scalp massage.

“I smell like shit”

“You smell like a flower field, it worries me that you have a garden in your stomach and the cough is just the flowers trying to find their way out”

“That was so cute yet kind of disgusting”

He gave her a kiss on top of her head and the reached for the nightstand, where he kept a little surprise for her so he opened the drawer and took the book out. He sat up a little bit and flipped to the first page

“You really don’t have to do this”

“In sickness and health”

“That’s for married people and you can’t get sick”

“Who told you we are not married, now hush misses Mikaelson, your mess is my mess now so we will get through this together”

She knew he was half joking but also half serious about marriage and she didn’t mind it one bit, dare she say she had found herself imagining the big day, she would never say it out loud though. (y/n) curled closer to him the comfortable sheets brushing against her chin and resting her head on his chest.

“What is that?”

“you always said how you enjoy the sound of my voice while you drift of so here is my remedy to nurture you back to health. Also it is almost a blasphemy that you haven’t read the old man and the sea”

(y/n) closed her eyes and focused on the sound of his voice, his breath and the smell coming from the old pages of the book, letting her soul relax and live this moment of absolute peace as the man she loved held her close and protected. While his one hand ran up and down her arm he flipped the pages, reading aloud for his lover

“They spoke of her as a contestant or a place or even an enemy. But the old man always thought of her as feminine and as something that gave or withheld great favours, and if she did wild or wicked things it was because she could not help them. The moon affects her as it does a woman, he thought. I think he was a smart man what do you-”

before he could finish his train of thought he saw (y/n) fast asleep, her lips parted slightly open, some strands of her hair in her face, her one hand gripping his shirt and a little bit of snoring could be heard. He wasn’t even halfway done from the book, he just set it aside and laid completely down, wrapping both of his arms around her and just let her drift off peacefully. She always liked to joke that she slept better when he was around, making him pride that she was 100% content with him.

“you’re the reason that I feel so strong”

He whispered, the response was some gibberish since (y/n) sometimes talked in her sleep, although no one could ever help her understand what she was saying. He didn’t care for an answer though, it was enough that he got her in his arms.

[waywardrose]

On Babbushka

There is a group of well-known writers in the fandom who have been discouraged and put down by one of their own, Zannah - @babbushka​. It happens behind the scenes in DMs. It happens in posts and tags.

In DMs, she has started conversations with seemingly innocent questions. When she doesn't receive the response she was aiming for, she diverts the conversation to criticizing and humiliating the person. She has attacked writers for tagging—or not tagging—a post in a way she deems appropriate. She has gotten into arguments over how characters were portrayed and then tried to claim victimization when the other person wouldn't knuckle under.

She will appeal to her following to attack any fan or creator who has an opinion that differs from her own. She will encourage friends to send rude anons. Those same friends will also DM the target with rude remarks.

Several creators have stopped writing altogether because of their interactions with her.

We are tired of being discouraged. We are tired of being talked down to. We are tired of being bullied. Enough is enough. Under the cut we share our stories, let the chips fall where they may. It's up to you, the reader, to decide whether to support her.

We can only warn up-and-coming writers, artists, fans, and supporters of her behavior.

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Hope - @callmehopeless

The Australian bushfires of the 2019-2020 season were nightmarish—for those living through it and those witnessing. As the season went on, cries for help increased. Joaquin Phoenix used the time during his Best-Actor acceptance speech at the Golden Globes to call for unity, action, and accountability. Regardless of what we may think of him, it was a thoughtful speech.

Hope, who is an Australian, found Mr. Phoenix's message encouraging and reblogged a gifset of his speech.

That morning, Zannah made a post about Mr. Phoenix's shady past and his association with a known sexual predator. The main reason wasn't because his speech was inappropriate or not timely, but because she didn't think he should be the one to get the attention over other actors who had spoken of the bushfires during the Golden Globes.

While Hope confessed she was scared of the bushfires, scared for her loved ones, Zannah was more concerned with purity. To Zannah it was about the face of the message, not the message itself. It didn't matter that Mr. Phoenix was amplifying support for Australia, what did matter was that he had done bad things.

It was virtue signaling on Zannah's part.

Still, this remains a complicated argument. Can a person who has done bad things actually have something positive to add to a cause? Should we listen to a problematic person if they share an insight? Does it reflect poorly on us to agree with their isolated statement? Will we be canceled, too? What about the bigger picture?

In this case, the bigger picture was hundreds of homes were destroyed in the bushfires and families were displaced. People died, thousands of animals died. And it was because of climate change. Mr. Phoenix called for his rich peers to examine their respective lifestyles and to give back.

Yes, Mr. Phoenix has done bad things. Yes, he has associated with people who have done bad things. His words resonated with people on Tumblr, and they reblogged part of his speech. He said something that gave Hope hope.

Hope was asked by a third party how they could help. She came back with a resource guide for those who wanted to send aid to Australians.

When it became obvious Zannah wouldn't silence Hope, Zannah decided to sub-post about the interaction. There, she accused Hope of being a rape apologist for reblogging a gifset and finding a little comfort in it. Zannah placed her ego before someone who was facing a very real danger.

Side-eying an actor is one thing, shaming a person you know for finding solace during a scary time is another. Hope isn't responsible for which voice got picked up. The only "colors" being shown here are Zannah's. She put her own concerns about being perceived as morally pure above actually supporting a friend.

I'll keep this brief - I knew Zannah for many years. And on one of the lowest weeks of my life, when my suburb was burning down and I feared for my family: she convinced me I was a rape apologist for sharing Joaquin Phoenix's speech asking for action on bushfires. In all my life, I never felt more alone. To add insult to injury, she then posted memes mocking me - something that has stuck with me to this day.

I've had dear friends quit the fandom because of her kinkshaming. I've had people I love message me distraught over what she's said.

Enough is enough.

— @callmehopeless

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Rose - @the-wayward-rose​

This PM exchange started after I tagged my reblog of Zannah's fic Feast (Cameron Bistle x Reader) with cw: white reader. I had been on her taglist, and I wanted to show support because I liked the fic overall. For context, the reason for my tag is because of this sentence:

"But then you're blushing so pretty and squeezing his hand affectionately and reaching for the handle to the passenger side of his car, and then you're laughing when he swats your hand away to open it for you, and then you're beckoning him down as if to ask a question – only to place a chaste kiss to his lips instead."

This is from Cameron's point of view.

She asked the reason for the tag, and I explained it was because of the use of "blush" to describe Reader's appearance.

She misunderstood my premise. I did not mean only white people blush.

According to Merriam-Webster, blush means "a reddening of the face especially from shame, modesty, or confusion" or "a red or rosy tint."

It is an autonomic response, though. It happens in all humans for body cooling and nonverbal communication. The main problem with using it universally is that melanin obscures the appearance of said autonomic response.

Here's an example of three runners:

The two pale women, left and center, are pink in the face. They are blushing. The woman of color on the right is likely blushing, too. However, the melanin in her skin obscures the blood in her cheeks. She is not pink.

That's the pitfall of the word "blush." The observer can't always see it. We know what it feels like. We all do it. The face and/or neck gets hot. The use of "blush" is shorthand in narrative, and I understand that. Nevertheless, when writing to cater to a reader-insert audience of unknown heritage, writers need to consider describing with universal terms.

Again, she misunderstood my premise. I clarified by asking how Cameron sees the Reader blush under an abundance of melanin:

She sidestepped the physiological explanation to go straight for justification. She tried to legitimize "blush" as "perhaps [this]" or "perhaps [that]" when I stated earlier that blush by definition is pink or is to redden. That's the logic. A noncommittal, covering-all-the-bases, complicated defense diluted the conversation.

With her earlier "I have friends of color, hence I can't be exclusionary" statement, I wasn't sure she would get my point. I take full responsibility for not explaining, too. I should've asked for some time to gather my thoughts, but I didn't. Truthfully, I was unprepared, because I didn't think my insignificant tag would be an issue.

Also, I was confused why she was trying to police my blog.

Her replies came rapidly—before I could mention my confusion—and felt aggressive in the moment. Maybe that wasn't her intention, but the road to hell is paved with good intentions.

That doesn't take away from the fact that words have meaning. It's why we use specific words. It's not understood in the narrative that her use of "blush" could mean a bunch of things. If I had known, I wouldn't have tagged as I did. How is a reader of color supposed to know that? How does Cameron see Reader's blush if she has darker skin?

As writers, we don't know who is reading. Someone could be very pale or very dark. A person with medium-toned skin can turn a shade of pink or red. A person with darker-toned skin will not. We can't assume all readers are medium to pale. We need to develop better writing skills. We have to include everyone.

Readers of color > White-writer feelings

When I stood my ground, she doubled down, stating I made no sense in my tagging and that I lacked the ability to learn from her. She then diverted the argument, attacking a ficlet I wrote a few days beforehand—which had nothing to do with this argument. The Christian imagery in that ficlet was upsetting to her and "in such poor taste" because she headcanons Flip Zimmerman (BlacKkKlansman) is 100% culturally and ethnically Jewish.

Flip stated in the movie:

"I'm Jewish, but I wasn't raised to be. It wasn't part of my life. I never thought much about being Jewish. Nobody around me was Jewish. I wasn't going to a bunch of Bar Mitzvahs. I didn't have a Bar Mitzvah. I was just another white kid. And now I'm in some basement denying it out loud[...] I never thought much about it. Now I'm thinking about it all the time. About rituals and heritage. Is that passing? Well then, I have been passing."

By his own admission, Flip is ethnically Jewish, but not culturally. These are two separate things, and that should be recognized. While Judaism is ethnically and culturally entwined in ways that other religions are not, one does not equate the other. You can be one and not the other.

At the time, I didn't want her to sic her 3000+ followers on me. I wasn't going to argue further. I asked myself if the ficlet was important and worth anon-hate and realized, no, it wasn't. It was a throw-away.

And since I'm not culturally Jewish, maybe I had misstepped. And since Zannah is both culturally and ethnically Jewish, I asked for her guidance.

She flatly refused my request. I don't know how I was supposed to learn from her if she wouldn't teach me.

It sounded as if she wanted me to delete the whole fic. Like none of it was worth saving because it hadn't been Zannah-approved. I had gone against her headcanon, and the fic was too offensive to fix.

The last sentence was supposed to cover her back from criticism, and it placed all the responsibility on me. Obviously, she was above such petty concerns as someone else's blog or writing. Never mind that she had just attempted to get me to change my tagging system and rewrite my ficlet. On my blog.

Later, I figured out she was only criticizing and not offering a constructive critique. Her argument was not in good faith. It was retaliation for not giving her the obedience she thought she was owed.

This is the passage that offended her:

"It’s because of the way he fucks you. Like it’s confession—though he’s never been much of a church-going man. Every touch, every thrust, is a truth between you. Even when it’s rough and greedy. It feels like flagellation when you claw his back. He wears the sin proudly."

This is what I edited it to:

"It’s because of the way he fucks you. Every touch, every thrust, is a truth between you. Even when it’s rough and greedy. It feels like flagellation when you claw his back. He wears your marks proudly."

Yeah, I'm not pleased with the revised passage. It's lost its teeth, but I keep it.

The anonymous message(s) she mentioned weren't very anonymous, either. Unfortunately, I've since deleted the two messages. I had apologized to Anon for disappointing them. I said that if the fic was too much, they should unfollow and block me. I meant that in a self-care way. At the same time, I did not—and do not—owe anyone discourse. I don't have to explain my art when it doesn't hurt anyone. And no one was hurt by some purportedly misplaced religious imagery.

I have been silent about this since late January/early February. I was embarrassed. I had been bullied into changing my blog and my fic by someone who proclaims to never do anything of the sort. I had been a fool. Since this conversation with her, I have been blocked/blacklisted by third-parties, most likely at her behest, when none of this exchange had been necessary.

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Kassanovella - @kylorengarbagedump​​

Zannah's followers have asked her about Kassanovella’s Fix Your Attitude. For context, it's currently one of the most kudo-ed fics for Kylo Ren x Reader on AO3. It had a bit of a renaissance earlier in 2020 because a TikToker wrote a song for it.

There is nothing wrong with not wanting to read a fic. If the subject matter doesn't work for a reader, they don't have to partake. Easy as that. So, these tags aren't a problem.

However, it led to this...

She lashed out, calling Kassanovella's fic a joke. A joke.

She implied her fics should be as popular as Kassanovella's because she works really hard on them. She admitted she's tied to the metrics. She implied she wouldn't be writing fic if not for the external validation.

Here's the thing about fanfic: readers like what they like. They don't care about a writer's effort. They only know what works for them. They comment and give kudos, reblog and like what they connect with. That is not under the writer's control. All a writer can do is try their best and concentrate on what they're passionate about.

To bash another writer's fic because it's popular is disrespectful. This whole bitter rant drips of entitlement and is an affront to Kassanovella.

Some time later, an incident happened in a chatroom during a streaming event for veterans by Arts In the Armed Forces (Adam Driver's organization). At least one fan brought up Fix Your Attitude while waiting for Mr. Driver to make an appearance. They were also disrespectful towards the other presenters by demanding to see Mr. Driver. It caused a big stink within the fandom, and Zannah had some choice words.

While mentioning the fic during the livestream was inappropriate, it was also inappropriate to throw all fans of the fic under the bus as she did in her tag. Sweeping generalizations and incriminations of a subset of fans certainly reads as if she resents those fans for a perceived slight.

Next, Zannah made an earlier disparaging comment about Kassanovella's fic, Little Bird. Unfortunately, that comment is lost. However, the messages supporting the comment remain. (For context, Little Bird is a Kylo Ren x Reader The Handmaid's Tale AU. It has been well received in the fandom, earning thousands of kudos on AO3.)

What an author wants to write about and sexualize is their business. Fantasizing about being dominated by Kylo Ren isn't cringe. It's a sexual fantasy. Some sexual fantasies can be disturbing to those who do not share the same kink.

Sexual fantasies are like ice cream. There's a reason why there are different flavors.

Also, "I will never ever be a person that tells an author what to do or not do" is an absolute lie. As evident in this post, Zannah most definitely tells authors what to do or not do.

Again, she bashes Kassanovella, claiming her writing isn't good. Her motivation for bashing Kassanovella can only be speculation. With Zannah's previously stated opinion of Fix Your Attitude, though, it indicates a certain level of negative emotions.

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Anonymous

An anonymous person came forward with a case of Zannah policing their blog. Anon has a sideblog for their personal AU with Flip Zimmerman. They reblog gifsets and post headcanons. They were an enthusiastic fan of Zannah's and reblogged a few of the gifset she made. Anon tagged their reactions, and Zannah blocked them for it.

Anon went to Zannah and asked why they were blocked, because all they wanted to do was have fun and support fellow Flip lovers.

Anon was under the impression that because they were shipping themselves, and not Zannah, with Flip, she blocked them. Their personal AU doesn't align with Zannah's headcanon that she alone is married to this character and has his children.

While Zannah's reply may sound innocent, and perhaps it is, it also speaks to someone who has set herself up as the owner of Flip Zimmerman. (Wait until Spike Lee or the real Ron Stallworth hears about that...) It appears that if a fan does not comply with the Zannah-approved headcanon, where only she is married to Flip, that fan shall be blocked. If a fan uses tags on their blog that she does not approve of, that fan will be blocked.

Zannah's policing is disturbing. Going into a blog to look for something as a reason to block is disturbing. Any fan is allowed to use any tag on their blog how they wish. If the OP has said their post can be reblogged, how a reblogger tags is beyond the OP's control. To punish that reblogger for not behaving in a way she finds acceptable is uncalled for and unjust.

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Anonymous

Backstory: Zannah does not view Ben Solo's arc in the Star Wars sequel trilogy as acceptable canon. However, she does view the story she created for Flip Zimmerman in BlacKkKlansman as completely canon.

This is not the first time she has been asked to clarify her position. Nor is it the first time she has avoided giving an on-topic response. A question asked in good faith should be responded to in kind.

If a creator doesn't want to address the issue, they can state that they don't. Deflecting from the question only muddies the waters. Fans feel dismissed. The creator feels hounded, and comes across as irritated and unapproachable. No one has a positive fandom experience.

There is nothing wrong with having a headcanon. What is wrong is Zannah mandating her headcanon for Flip on the whole fandom. As evident in this post, if a fan does not comply with her headcanon, they will be summarily blocked.

Also, there is nothing wrong with rejecting canon. Writers of transformative works have always done this. The problem is shaming fans who have accepted canon while not offering justification for that shaming. A creator saying they "can't help them" is the creator washing their hands of responsibility from articulating their thoughts when they themselves began criticizing the canon in the first place.

Again, this is a bad-faith argument. Creators can't ask for discussion and attention and then get mad when their viewpoints are challenged. Just because a discussion isn't going a creator's way doesn't mean it's an attack, either. It means people want clarification, and if one criticizes, they should be able to back up their criticisms.

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While sharing our stories has been freeing, it's not our aim as fellow fans to cancel Zannah. We would hope she would take the opportunity to reflect on the damage she has done to the fandom. We hope we all can move forward with a more approachable and supportive scene.

No one person speaks for our fandom. The actions of one fan do not represent the entire fandom. Whether creator or consumer, you are welcome here.

[posted July 25, 2020]

[monsoonblooms12]

Detectives By Chance: Ch-6 Unforeseen

A/N: Hi, how is everyone doing? I took a nice break to get a grip on myself and it really worked wonders. So sorry for taking such a long time to get this out. I hope this will be worth the wait!💛

Series Summary: It was supposed to be a usual weekend for the four. Coffee, fun, friends and love. But an unexpected case changed their lives in a way they had never imagined. A mystery - a murder - many secrets… Will Ethan, Pooja, Alexandra and Mark, be able to survive? Or will the circumstances twist and break their lives forever?

Pairing: Ethan × f!MC (Dr. Pooja Sharma)

Disclaimer: PB owns most of the characters. I only own the OCs and my MC.

Word count: 1890

Triggers: Mentions of murder

Rating: General

I am participating in this week’s @wackydrabbles​. The prompt for this week is “I meant every word.” and it will appear in bold.

CATCH UP HERE!

Sometimes Destiny, has a strange sense of humour,

When we think it is the end, it is usually just the beginning.

The four had just fallen asleep when sudden banging of the door woke them up. 

Ethan woke up abruptly. He saw how peacefully Pooja was sleeping. 

Ethan didn't want to wake her up. 

He got out of the bed and took a look at the clock. 

7 in the morning. 

It was pretty late as compared to his usual waking time. But after everything they did last night, they were tired as hell and hence it felt like they had slept not 4 hrs but 40 minutes. 

Yawning, he got to the door and was very, very, taken aback.

Standing by the door, was the Police.

"Officers, How may I help you?" Ethan inquired in a very professional tone.

"Dr Ramsey. Sorry to disturb you at such an early hour. We wanted some information." The police officer standing at the front informed.

Ethan let out a heavy sigh but knew better than to argue with them. So he acknowledged, "Please come in. People around will be concerned if they see the Police standing at my doorstep." He stepped aside to let them in. 

By the time, Mark, Alex and Pooja had also waken up due to the sounds and came out of their rooms. All three were surprised to see the Police.

The officers too, stopped short on seeing them. Their gazes stopped on Mark and Alex.

"Look who we have here." One of the officers implied to the other, pointing at Mark and Alex.

"Seems like our work here has become a lot easier."

"Excuse me, Officer, what exactly are you talking about? You stated you wanted information." Ethan said, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, we wanted information about the whereabouts of Dr Danvers and Dr Walton." The way the Officer emphasized whereabouts was enough for them to know that something was wrong.

"Officers, we are here. Tell us what you wanna know." Mark spoke before Ethan could say anything.

"Sure, Dr. Danvers. You have an awful amount of confidence for a criminal." The Officer scoffed.

This time it was Pooja who spoke. "Wait! What? No, No what? CRIMINALS?"

"Of course, Dr Sharma. Not just mere criminals, these two are Cold Blooded Murderers." The police officer grumbled.

"Officer, I am sure there has been some misunderstanding. They both were with us all the time. Lex, er, Dr Walton and me, we discovered the body together." Pooja tried to intervene.

"Oh yes, Dr. Sharma? Then how on Earth did the original key of the patient's room get into the office of MARK DANVERS?" The man shouted the last words.

"WHAT! How is that even possible? I didn't even know the real key of the room was missing until the body was discovered!" Mark replied in his defence.

"Save it, Dr. Danvers, Save it. Tell all you want to tell in the court. Besides, that is not the only proof we have. We have asked your neighbours about your whereabouts on the night of the murder. Some of them say you two returning late at night, and as per their description, that is just after the time of the murder.” 

“Also, while scanning Mr Davis's room, your fingerprints and a piece of paper with both of your names was found. When we questioned his colleagues, it was revealed to be his handwriting. He wrote in that way in a hurry. So, I guess that enough proof for us to arrest you two." The Police laid all the information in front of them.

"All this is BULLSHIT. We did not do anything like that. All this is a lie." Alex was on the verge of a breakdown. 

She made a motion to grab one of the officers' collar when Pooja grabbed her and stopped her from doing anything that would make matters worse.

"No Lex, you won't. Don't make matters worse, I beg you." Hearing Pooja's plea, Alex calmed down.

"Dr Mark Danvers, Dr Alexandra Walton, you both are under arrest. Kindly follow us." The police officer said in an almost ruthless voice. 

Alex was about to intervene, but Mark grabbed her hand. 

Ethan laid a hand on Mark's shoulder and assured, "We promise we will get you both out before they can present you before the court. We promise." 

Mark turned around, gave him and Pooja a one-armed hug. Alex too, hugged the both of them, and then the two went away, holding hands all the time.

After the Police had left, Ethan and Pooja sat down on the couch. Never had they imagined that this would be the beginning of their morning.

"How the freaking hell did this happen? They are innocent, we know they didn't do anything." Pooja was breaking down again.

"Yes, we know. And now we have to prove it. We need to find evidence that can free Mark and Alex up. Something which can prove their innocence. We need to check Miles Danvers's private clinic. That is our only hope." Ethan answered.

 The two of them hurriedly got dressed and set off to the second address. 

The address they had never checked.

It took a good 35 minutes took 3147, Rainy Day Drive. The day was cloudy and grey, and the street looked gloomy but less terrifying as compared to last night.

 Ethan let out a dry laugh and said, "One rainy day brings us to Rainy day drive." They looked around to locate the clinic. But where they arrived appeared so broken and messy that it was obvious that it had been through a lot.

Taking a look at the status of the place, and thought of Pooja's condition.

"Rookie," Ethan said.

"Hmm?"

"I am going in there."

"Of course. I am going in too. Wasn't that why we came here?" Pooja questioned, surprised why Ethan was stating the obvious.

"No, I said I am going in, not we, Poo."

"What the hell do you mean by that? You are trying to say that you are going to that place alone? Is this really the time to play jokes, E?" Pooja charged, angry and worried.

"I am not kidding, Poo. I meant every word."

He cupped her cheeks. 

"Rookie, please try to understand, okay? My priority is and will always be you. I can't let you get hurt in any way. I will go there first and check if everything is alright. If all is clear, I will send you a text. Then you can come in." Ethan tried to explain.

"And if everything is not clear?"

"Then I will search alone and keep you updated if I find anything."

"You mean that I should leave you alone in the fire?"

"Poo, I am just going to check. This place is so old, I don't think there will be any trouble in there. But I promised that I would protect you at any cost. See it just as me keeping my promise."

"But what if-"

"No, what-ifs. I am going. I will check and update you soon. Promise me you won't go in until I tell you too."

"But Et-"

"Promise?"

"Ethan, List-"

"Promise?"

"Fine, Promise. But in case you see any trouble, text me at that moment. I will come running."

"Promise, Rookie, Promise."

Before Pooja could say anything else, Ethan had already walked into the dilapidated building. So she had nothing else to do other than wait.

While waiting, Pooja tried to arrange all the information they had in her mind. She started surfing the web to know more about Mr Davis and the 2011 scam he had supposedly conducted. About 100 people had lost tons of money in that scam, and it was pointed out that since 2011, Mr Davis started living a rich life. He said it was from his inheritance of his dead uncle and a promotion, but now, it was obvious that it was all the money from the scam.

What a criminal! Only if he had got caught, maybe then all the hassle, worries and pain that entered their life without as much as a precaution, could have been avoided, Pooja grunted. Her heart grieved on remembering Mark and Alex. "They don't deserve this.", she thought.

She checked her phone and, Oh dear! Thirty minutes had passed by, but there was neither any text nor any sign of Ethan. She was worried sick. But she had promised, and Pooja had been known for keeping her promises. When she promised something, she always fulfilled it, no matter what. 

Suddenly her phone lighted up with a 'Ping!' making her aware of a new notification. She saw Ethan's name light up on her screen, and without even glancing at the text he had sent, she rushed into the ruptured clinic.

Once inside, she looked around. The place was dark, had a look of a horror house and smelt sickening. Pooja turned on the flashlight of her phone and began to look around. She sensed something was eerie. She presumed that the moment she would walk in, she would see Ethan.

But the place was soundless. Her heart thumped with panic.

"Ethan! Ethan! Ethan, can you hear me? Ethan, please reply I-I am scared. ETHAN!" Pooja screeched but met with silence. Dismay and agony made her feel weak. She sat down on her knees and began weeping.

"Now is not the time to breakdown." Pooja thought to herself and urged her body to stand up. 

"Keep calm, Keep calm for Ethan." She reiterated the words in her mind like a prayer holding her up.

Suddenly, she recollected that she never checked the text Ethan sent. She opened Ethan's text, but it did not read "All clear".

It read, "MiD To."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean? MiD, MiD, MiD..." Pooja thought harder and harder, overlooking everything, only focusing on the letters M.i.D.

"MiD, MiD... Oh, hell!" It struck her like lightning. "MiD is M-Miles Danvers. Oh my god!"

Suddenly, the sound of her phone ringing jolted her out of her thought process and spread an alarm through her body. She hoped, desperately for it to be Ethan.

But she saw that it was an unknown number. Her first thought was to ignore it, but then she wondered, "What if, what if it is Ethan? Trying to reach her and tell her where he was?"

She acknowledged the call. "Hello?"

"Ahh!!" A hoarse voice uttered from the other end. "Dr Sharma, is it?"

"Who the hell are you? I don't have time for any of your shit." Pooja fumed.

"But you surely have time for Dr Ramsey, don't you?" The man implied with cruel amusement in his voice.

"What the-? How the hell-? Wait, are- are you Miles Danvers?"

The man let out a menacing chortle, more like a crackle of a witch. "Oh, yes! I am. And don't worry! Your dearest boyfriend is here, in my utmost care, and under my most watchful eye."

The humour in his voice went away, and a nerve chilling sinister voice revealed, "If you want to save him and your dearest best friends, come to the address I am sending you as soon as possible. Don't you dare ignore this call. Well, unless you want them to rot and die. Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha."

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[the-darkfactory]

A SICK GIRL.

This text was written and published in November 2018. This is the first time I translate to English. Hope it reaches those who need to read it most. Much love.

I was born dying. I was dragged from my mom's belly straight to the intensive care unit and spent a month in the incubator until I could breathe without machines. I was also born whole and no one ever told me that, one day, my mind was going to split in two.

I was very little when I first felt strange. Very strange. I was already 5’6 feet tall when I started my last year in primary school, finding clothes that fit me was torture. However, for my graduation party, I found a purple dress that seemed perfect. When I tried it on, under that all-showing light in the changing room, I felt fat. That was the first time I was disgusted by my reflection.

After a summer tinged with school farewell melodrama, I started high school. I spent most of my free time studying, listening to the Backstreet Boys or reading Harry Potter. At the end of the first semester, I got the best grades in my class. While everyone at home was happily celebrating, I made a pact with a friend: I was going to stop eating.

My thinness brought about new habits and what I remember the most is how cold I was: during school recess, my friends would go out to play and I would stay in the classroom wearing every sweatshirt I could find. It would take me forty-five minutes to eat an apple and before going to sleep, I would go over each food item I’ve had in the day and calculate the calories. I also learned that I had to get up slowly to avoid the dizziness that turned my room into a washing machine.

One day my family and I went to one of those “all you can eat” restaurants. After two sandwiches and a bit of cake, I started crying because I had an intense stomach ache, but it was all a premeditated drama I staged so they wouldn't make me have dinner. Two days later, my mom dragged me to a clinic. I had to take off my clothes and stand on an ice-cold scale. "You weigh 39 kilos," the doctor announced. "You're anorexic."

I was taken to a hospital that had a team specializing in treating people like me. We waited for hours until my name was called and I was met by an anti-anorexic army: a nutritionist, a clinical doctor, a psychiatrist, a psychologist and others I never understood who they were. They made my parents leave and Anorexia and I were interrogated. They asked us if we vomited, if we had thought about committing suicide and if we had ever been abused. When we talked about my parents' divorce, we burst into tears. Then they faced the back of two chairs and asked us to separate them according to how far apart we felt they had to be from each other in order for us to fit between them. We did it and passed the test: we knew we were tiny. The doctors said I was on the verge of hospitalization. I was a sick girl.

Once our relationship was made official, we went to the hospital three times a week. Long waiting, weighing, talking. We were forbidden to be physically active and we had to write down how much of what we ate a day. Mom sometimes comforted us and sometimes shouted at us. One night she yelled a lot because we had only had a piece of fruit for dinner, but how could I explain to her that eating made Anorexia hurt and so it hurt me too? We were sent to a psychologist we stared at in silence for an hour. We finished our junior year with straight As, enslaved at home and undernourished.

Anorexia and I did everything together. I would start a sentence and she would finish it. When I moved my hand to grab something, she was the one who forced my fingers closed, and if something bothered her, I did whatever was necessary to calm her down. One afternoon, we went cycling with our friends and we were carried on the handlebars so we wouldn't move. Everything was going beautifully until a sudden stop made us fall face first to the ground. We got up spitting teeth and blood. We broke our four incisors, skin came off our lips and we split the right side of our face. That night before showering, I stared at our skeletal, beaten up reflection. Days shy of my fourteenth birthday, I cried my heart out asking Anorexia what the fuck had she done.

I wanted her to go away. The only thing I could do to get her to leave was eat. Sometimes she won, sometimes I won. Once, she lost 100 grams and I went home after the medical check up feeling a killer urge. Another day, I gained 200 and that night she didn’t let me sleep. It was war. If Anorexia told me to hide food, I ran off to snack with my brother. If she hated sandwiches, I'd buy a dozen of my favorites. For every complaint of hers, a food bite of mine, and so, bite by bite, I filled her mouth with silence until I could no longer hear her speak.

I started my second year of high school with a seemingly healthy weight. I went to the hospital once a week. Eventually, I was told I could go once a fortnight, once every twenty-one days and, somehow, I stopped going altogether. I don’t remember how or when that decision was made. The only thing I do know is that during all that time I ate almost nothing from Monday to Friday and a lot from Saturday to Sunday in order to weigh more at the Monday check-ups. The thing was that once the pact between Anorexia and I had been made, she would try and talk to me every day. People didn't notice but I knew she was still there. We were still the best students, we lifted weights after eating a salad and we never got our periods. We were stopped on the streets to be offered jobs at modeling agencies and we realized that our bond had the aesthetic approval of society. I forgave her for all she had done and gave her, again, space in my body to grow.

When we turned seventeen, Anorexia changed. She screamed at me and didn't feel like doing anything. We quit the gym, gained weight and developed insomnia. One drunken night, we came home and went straight to the kitchen. We opened the fridge and devoured, on our knees, all the leftovers from dinner. We then shoved our fingers down our throats. That's how Bulimia arrived.

Bulimia was fiercely hungry. My cheeks, arms, and chin grew like a fatty bubble. I was disgusted by my body and I got dressed in the dark. I stopped studying, I couldn't concentrate on anything else. At prom I had two drinks and passed out. I woke up in hospital with an IV in my arm and my worried mother by my side. I didn't know how to explain that for weeks and in order to be skinny that night, everything I ate, Bulimia vomited.

I wanted to feel normal. I was very weak and exhausted, but Bulimia was young and confident. She never shut up, she would even eat raw polenta in spoonfuls and vomit it all, leaving me tired and confused lying in my bed. Her arrival was abrupt because Anorexia had already drilled holes in my head: they were different versions of the same thing and a pattern of destructive habits that infected everything. They turned my life into a living hell.

We vomited so much that we spent hours burying our heads in the toilet seat and we would only stop when we saw the first thing we had eaten leaving our body. We did it five, six times a day. We used every bathroom we set foot in. The ones at school, my friends' houses, restaurants, my grandmother's, my dad's. I developed arrhythmia and thought that Bulimia was going to get me killed. Some nights, while dreaming that I was violently bingeing, I would wake up desperate and ready to stick my fingers in my mouth until I realized that, that one time, the binge had been a dream. That feeling of “fake need to vomit” was the closest thing to peace I felt during those times.

Bulimia didn't want me around anyone. She made me think I was crazy and that I would never be able to be separated from her. I stayed away from my friends. I stopped having dinner with my family and we would lock ourselves up in my room. Mom would bring me trays of food that Bulimia kept in plastic bags. I once found a rotten chicken inside the closet. It was full of maggots. We were almost found out when my brother saw a glass of vomit in the bathroom that we had forgotten to flush down the toilet. He brought it to me and said, "Is this yours?" while retching. We nodded and took it away from him as if it had been a misplaced shoe.

I don't know how I managed to free myself from anorexia and bulimia, but for the last three years I have hardly felt their presence. Sometimes I wonder if I started traveling around the world to confuse them and leave them stranded in another part of the planet. Maybe they got bored of my criticism and couldn't stand my will to not share my body with them. One thing I’m sure of is that love played a major part. It was crucial to understand that I did not choose to live with them and that asking a person with compulsive thoughts to stop having them is like asking a paralytic to simply stand up and walk.

Anorexia and bulimia stole my time and energy. I gave them my will to live, my projects and motivations. In return, they gave me anxiety, panic attacks, depression and suicidal thoughts. They still whisper to me every now and then but I can ignore them. It’s not always easy. I don’t know, this coexistence has been very strange but they definitely don’t own me anymore. Looking for the reasons I developed this disorder is complex. I know that I was affected by the pressure I felt from a very young age to be perfect, the weirdness that arose in my family dynamics after the divorce and feeling that for society I was worth more as a woman the skinnier I was. The final trigger must have been a genetic predisposition and a bit of mystery: there is still a lot that science doesn't know about all this. Once my disease was established, it became a vicious, out-of-control cycle that was perpetuated by the worst evil of all: silence. I felt a deep shame, thought it was my fault and that, hence, I deserved what was happening to me. That made me sicker and I vowed to hide it, which was possible because these disorders are invisible: they lock themselves inside bodies of all types, gender, background, shape and turn them into slaves.

When I stopped vomiting and regained control of my hands, I wrote this. It feels weird. After seventeen years of being in a symbiotic relationship, there is something I still don't understand: if I am no longer a sick girl, then who am I?

[tvandenneagram]

Hi! I was wondering if you are planning on ever typing The 100 characters

Hi, Anon

We’ve been asked for The 100 a few times, so we’ve decided to a quick-typings of the characters. We’ve only seen some of the early seasons and  read a bit about their characters and personality, so we’ve tried to do the best we can with what we know.

NOTE: We will be doing some of the other characters in another post, this is Part 1.

Clarke Griffin: 1w2

Clarke is principled, responsible and self-sacrificing. Clarke has shown time and time again that she believes in saving everybody. She has a strong belief in the greater good and wants to do the ‘right thing.’ Clarke usually thinks before acting, but has been shown to act impulsively in certain situations. Sometimes her moral compass can make her make decisions based on absolutes that can lead to extreme consequences.

Clarke is very idealistic and tries to avoid hurting others if she can. For example, she stops the other Delinquents from killing Anya (their enemy) because it isn’t necessary. However, she does sometimes torture others, especially if she feels it is a necessary evil or if she is persuaded by Bellamy.

1s can become jaded and selfish when they are in the unhealthy levels, which we see with Clarke. After the aftermath of the Second Nuclear Apocalypse, Clarke becomes singularly interested in protecting Madi. Clarke begins to lose her own humanity and begins acting in self-interest, rather than for the greater good. Clarke shows her wing 2 as she is more people-oriented and emotional than a 1w9 would be.

Quotes

“This isn’t about saving my people. It’s about saving the human race.”

“I bear it, so they don't have too.”

"While we're on the subject, why is it that everyone thinks me wanting Jasper to not die is a bad thing? Like I'm such a downer. I can be fun."

“I tried... I tried to be the good guy.”

“Maybe life should be about more than just surviving. Don't we deserve better than that?”

Lexa: cp6w5

This may be a bit of a controversial take on Lexa’s type, as I’ve seen her typed as both an 8 and a 1. However, I think Lexa’s main motivations are to fulfil her duties as Heda and to keep her people safe. Lexa is a very strong and fierce leader, but I think she has to take on these traits to gain respect from her people. 6s and 8s both have a real emphasis on ‘survival’ which is really prominent in Lexa’s character.

Lexa is protective, dutiful, strong and loyal. She is a fierce leader that isn’t afraid to go against the traditions of her people for peace. Lexa doesn’t like hurting people and when she is forced to punish people, she tries to choose the most human punishment. She doesn’t use her power for her own interests or vengeance, as she only punishes people to gain justice for her people. Lexa also doesn’t like conflict and is seen as trying to bring peace to the factions, despite the wishes of those around her.

Lexa was not always closed-off to love and did not always believe love is a weakness. This is due to her relationship with Costia as she blames herself for her death because she couldn’t keep her safe. Hence, Lexa emotionally closes herself off from love under the guise of it being a weakness. This changes when she meets Clarke as she begins to let her guard down a little bit more and allows herself to be vulnerable with Clarke. In her relationship with Clarke, Lexa realises that she is worthy of love and that it is not a vulnerability. Lexa has a wing 5 as she is more emotionally reserved and introverted than a wing 7 would be.

Quotes

"My mistakes? Azgeda cut off Costia's head and delivered it to my bed, and still I let them into my alliance! I am more than capable of separating feelings from duty!"

“I know how hard that is for you. You think our ways are harsh, but that's how we survive.”

“Blood must have blood.”

“Victory stands on the back of sacrifice.”

“Some on my side say that's not enough. They wanted the murderer to suffer as our tradition demands. But they do not know that your suffering will be worse. What you did tonight will haunt you until the end of your days.”

Bellamy Blake: cp6w7

Bellamy is protective, assertive and responsible. Due to his childhood and his relationship with Octavia, Bellamy has always had a focus on seeking safety for himself and his family. Bellamy has a take-charge attitude and isn’t above bending the rules to survive. He is also very loyal to those he loves, and will go to great lengths to protect and help them.

As leader, Bellamy becomes controlling and begins acting in self-interest, rather than for the people. However, he realises his actions are wrong and does feel guilt over the consequences of his actions. Bellamy also did help the Delinquents survive and adapt to the conditions.

Bellamy seems to want to find meaning and something to believe in, which is common for 6s. For example, he accepts the simplistic view that the Sky People are the ‘good guys’ and the Grounder are the ‘bad guys.’ Likewise, after being trapped in Etheria, he becomes very loyal to the Disciple’s cause. This can happen to 6s when they are in the unhealthy levels, as they begin to develop an ‘us against them’ mentality and become obsessed with belief systems. Bellamy shows his wing 7 as he is more expressive than a wing 5.

Quotes

“Who we are, and who we need to be to survive are very different things.”

“I was so angry at you for leaving. I don’t want to feel that way anymore.”

"We all have things to answer for things that shouldn't be forgiven but are. because we did them for our people -- our family."

“I’m not leaving my friends! I can’t do that again.”

“Fears are fears. Slay your demons when you’re awake, they won’t be there to get you in your sleep.”

Raven Reyes: 5w6

Raven was a bit hard to type as she has traits of 1, 5, 6 and 8. I was mostly between 1w9 and 5w6 as she is very concerned with doing the right thing. However, I settled on 5w6 as I think she is more motivated by gaining knowledge so she can be a useful member of the Delinquents.

Raven is intelligent, resourceful and judgmental. Raven is a very useful member of the Delinquents due to her strong intellect. She is also very tough and will not hesitate to do what needs to be done. Sometimes, Raven can be a bit unemotional and seems to use her wit and sarcasm as a defence mechanism. However, as the series progresses we can see the emotional toll her actions has taken on her. 

5s are able to separate their emotions and fears from the task at hand, which we see with Raven. Raven is very mentally strong and is able to overcome many setbacks. She is also not afraid to speak her mind, especially if she thinks she knows more than the others. Raven shows her wing 6 as she is more practical and person-oriented than a 5w4.

Quotes

"It's not your blood that defines you. It's your heart."

"I can barely walk, and my shoulder's killing me. But, my brain is all kind of awesome."

"Well, my mom was AWOL most of my life. When she did show up, it was empty-handed. Pretty sure she had me just to trade in my rations for moonshine."

"Everywhere you go, death follows. You always want to save everyone. What you don't realize is you're the one we need saving from."

[sams-sass]

You Found Me Pt. 2

Hi guys! Here is part two to You Found me. Thanks for all the love. Hope you guys like it! 

GIF not mine

Read Part One, Three, Four, Five and Epilogue:

Part One 

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Epilogue

Summary: You, Dean, Sam, and Cas try to understand who are you are and what you are capable of. 

Characters: You, Dean, Sam, Cas, Roweena, Crowley. 

Pairings: None just yet. Sam x Reader eventually (we are heating up!) 

Warnings: None really, little bit of fluff. Feelings of self doubt. 

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“Dean!” Dean turned around and saw Sam running through the halls of the warehouse. He was carrying a girl, she looked pretty beat up, she was covered in dirt, her hair was a mess, and there was blood on her shirt.

“Is she…” Dean let his voice trail off.

“She’s alive. I’ve got her Dean, it’s her.” Sam said with a short nod. “She’s got a head injury, there’s dried blood.”

“Let’s get outta here, get her to Cas.” Dean said with a flick of his head. The boys carried you to the car and moved Crowley to the front seat. Sam scooted all the way against the door and laid you on top of him so your back was against his chest. Cas sat next to him so he could heal the injury to your head. Cas touched your forehead and his eyes widened at the feeling of the power coming off of you.

“She could heal herself, there really is no need.” Crowley mumbled, clearly to piss off the boys.

“Cut the shit, Crowley. Who is she?” Dean said.

“She’s an empath.” Said Cas.

“A what?” Sam asked as he bunched up his coat to use as a pillow for you so your head stopped bouncing so much.

“They have been extinct for almost 100 years, until now of course.”

“So, what is an empath?” Dean asked eyeing the backseat through the rearview mirror.

“They are ancient creatures. They aren’t bad per say, however they are extremely powerful which is why they were hunted by everything: demons, angels, hunters, even monsters hunted them. They are able to pass into the mind of others completely undetected, they can’t read minds but they can see mental images that the other person has seen. They are also highly perceptive to the emotions of others, hence the name empath. They can read a person, who they are as a person and what they are feeling. These feelings though, its not like humans, they can tell what a person is thinking based on what they are feeling. A very powerful one, can also project feelings onto others, make them feel whatever they want. This also means they can project their feelings as a weapon or a shield, which is also why Crowley says she can heal herself.” Castiel explained.

“Ok, but why were they so hated by everyone?” Sam asked at the same moment Dean hit a bump, you slid slightly and Sam had to grab your waist to pull you tighter against him.

“Because, they can go into your mind, you bloody fool.” Crowley said loudly. “Castiel, Y/N, that’s her name, she was also able to astral project while conscious. All she needed was the image of the person she was trying to get to.” Crowley said.

“That is almost unheard of.” Castile said looking at you, his brow furrowed.

“That must be how she got into the bunker without any of us seeing her.” Sam said, trying to make sense of all this. You groaned and shifted in Sam’s arms. “Hey, it’s ok, your ok, I’ve got you.” He tried to sooth you as best he could. Your eyes rolled and for a second Sam thought you were going to come out of it, but you let out a long breath and fell back into unconsciousness. Dean pulled up to the bunker and undid the chains on Crowley.

“I don’t want to see you go near her again.” Dean said to him.

“Scouts honor.” Crowley agreed before disappearing. Cas helped Sam get you out of the car, Sam carried you into the bunker and put you in the spare room. He stood at the end of your bed and contemplated taking your shoes off to make you more comfortable, but decided against it. Sam then got a bowl of water and a washcloth. He dribbled the water into your mouth with the washcloth, you responded by swallowing. Sam didn’t want you to choke so he stopped and decided to get you a glass of water for when you woke up. He rubbed the dirt and dried blood of your forehead and checked any open skin for more injuries. Your wrists were pretty torn up so he went and got some gauze to wrap them up. You still didn’t stir by the time he was done so he reluctantly left you and went to his room to hopefully catch some shut eye.

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Your eyes slowly opened and you came back into consciousness. Everything that had happened came rushing back, the bar, the basement, Crowley, and Sam. You looked around at your surroundings. You were on a bed that felt oddly comfortable, the walls were a muted nude tone, and there were no windows. Your mouth was so dry it almost hurt. You turned your head and saw the glass of water, picking it up you smelt it not noticing anything. You gulped the water down forgetting to breathe for a moment, but it wasn’t enough. As you looked back at the glass you noticed your wrists wrapped in gauze, “Sam” you said to yourself with a smile as you lightly touched your bandaged wrists. You got up and slowly looked into the hallway, “where the hell am I?” you thought as you looked around. It was chilly and concrete, large and sturdy. Your fingers grazed the walls as you walked trying to find a source of water. You touched a door and thought about knocking, but decided against it. Turning a corner you saw a large table that lit up, wait, you remembered being here. You looked to your right and saw the library you came to that night. You walked up the steps and started to look at the books, interest overpowering your thirst.

“Hello.” A deep voice said behind you. You jumped slightly and turned around. The man with blue eyes (you think his name was Cas) stood on the last step of the library, clearly trying not to frighten you. He had a small smile on his face, but his eyes were squinted slightly telling you he wasn’t sure how to feel about you.

“Hi, I’m sorry if I woke you.”

“You didn’t, I do not sleep. My name is Castiel, I am an angel of the lord.” He said calmly.

“Did you just say….angel?”

“Yes, I am an angel. It comes as a shock to most humans.” He said still calm as ever.

“Can’t imagine why.” You said as a joke.

“Probably because it is a difficult subject for humans to understand. Angels are not seen by many humans.” He said his brow furrowing.

“Sorry, I was joking.” You said with a smile.

“Right, I often misinterpret jokes.” You gave him an understanding smile.

“If you are and angel, then what is Crowley?”

“Crowley is a demon. Specifically, the king of hell.”

“King of hell?!” You said back your eyebrows shooting up.

“Yes.”

“Oh.” Was all you could say back. “Castiel, do you know what I am?” You asked hopeful.

“Yes, you are an empath. From what I have heard, a very powerful one at that.” He said finally walking closer to you.

“I have never had powers before, I was just a normal girl living a normal life.” You said staring down at your hands.

“I do not know what happened, all I know is I can feel the power coming off of you and it is extreme.” You were beginning to gather that Castiel didn’t have much of a bedside manner.

“Right. So empaths, what are they supposed to be able to do?” You asked him glancing into his eyes. He gave you the same description he gave the boys in the car. “Oh my god. How can this be? I feel so confused.” You said running your fingers through your hair, quickly stopping once you realized how knotty your hair was.

“I know, we will figure it out. Sam and Dean are hunters. They will stop at nothing to help you understand, you will be safe with them.”

“I don’t want to stay here, I just want to go home and forget all this ever happened.”

“That’s not going to happen.” Dean said walking into the library. “I’m sorry, I know its not what you wanted to hear, but you aren’t safe right now. One of us will take you home and you can get whatever you need, but your going to have to stay here with us. At least until we can get this all sorted out.”

“But-“

“You may be in serious danger.” He said looking into your eyes. “Let me, Cas, and Sammy protect you for a little bit. Besides, I am sure there is some kind of lore on empaths in this bunker somewhere.” He said gesturing to the books around you. You could feel the sincerity in him, he really did want to protect you, but you could also feel that he wanted to keep you here in case something went wrong. In case you were something he needed to take care of.

“Ok.” You said defeated your shoulders slumping slightly.

“Good, now I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. You like waffles?” Dean asked.

“Love them.” You said. “Do you mind if I shower?”

“Not at all. We do not have any girl clothes, but I’m sure we can find you something. Come with me.” He said motioning you to follow him. You two walked silently into a large room with a washer and dryer. “Here.” He said pulling out a large flannel, a pair of sweat pants, and a pair of socks. “This is literally all we have.” He said with an apologetic look.

“As long as I can warm up and not be in this skirt anymore.” You said taking the clothes from him. “These are perfect, thank you.” You said looking into his green eyes. Dean then showed you to the bathroom and where Sam kept his shampoo with a boyish grin, he then left you alone.

You shed all your clothes and quickly got under the warm water. Standing under the spray, your emotions came rushing to you in a flood. Your hands began to shake and your stomach felt sour again. Tears fell freely down your face as you mourned for everything you were giving up. Your friends, your job, your house. All the things that made you, you slowly slipped away and what was left scared the hell out of you. This powerful being that you were supposed to be made you nervous and sad. Scared and alone. With as many times as you had been told how “powerful” you were in the last couple of days, you had never felt so tiny, so weak, so vulnerable. Letting yourself feel all of these emotions was cleansing in itself. You washed your hair and body, watching the dirt and blood spin around the drain. Then you took a deep breath and got out of the shower. Putting on the flannel first, you laughed at how long it was on you. Putting on the comfortable clothes made you feel a lot better, warmer, more at home. You walked out of the bathroom and almost collided with Sam.

“Sorry!” He said grasping your shoulders.

“It’s ok.” You said with a small smile, looking into his hazel eyes.

“I see Dean found you some clothes to wear, want me to wash your other ones?” Sam offered.

“No, those I would like to burn.” You said with a chuckle.

“We can take care of that.” Sam said laughing with you.

“Dean’s making waffles and I haven’t eaten in who knows how long.” You said following the smell to the kitchen.

“Right, of course.” Sam said walking with you. You could feel his sincerity same as his brother’s. However, unlike his brother, he trusted you. He wanted what was best for you.

“Thank you, Sam.” You said gesturing to your wrists. “For finding me and for helping me.” He smiled at you could feel the relief wash over him.

“No problem. The gauze got wet in the shower. I can change it if you want, after breakfast.”

“That might be good.” You glanced back to his eyes.

“Good.” He said with a quick nod of his head. The two of you walked into the kitchen and Dean immediately handed you both a plate stacked high with waffles. Once you saw the food and the smell hit your nose you couldn’t help yourself. You sat down at the table and shoveled the food in your face. Sam got you another glass of water, you drank it down in one gulp. He quickly poured you more, getting a pitcher and putting it on the table. Dean put down a plate of bacon on the table and you had to restrain yourself from grabbing the whole thing and putting your face in it. In the middle of you shoving your food in your face, the flannel hanging loosely over your body moved and exposed your birth mark. Castiel reached forward and moved your shirt to the side slightly. You grabbed his hand and looked at him confused.

“I’m sorry, but you have the mark of a witch.” He said. Sam and Dean stopped eating and looked at your chest.

“It’s just a birthmark.” You said trying to move away.

“No, no it’s not.” Dean agreed with Cas.

“Do you have any family?” Sam asked politely.

“No, I’m an only child and my parents died in a car accident when I was 16. I have been on my own ever since.” You explained.

“We have to call Roweena.” Sam said with a sigh.

“Well…shit.” Dean mumbled back.

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After breakfast Sam called Roweena.

“Hello, Sam” She answered.

“Roweena, we need you to come here and help us.”

“What? Heavens no.” She quickly snapped.

“The girl, the one Crowley sent to spy on you. She’s an empath.” There was a long pause on the other end of the phone.

“Dear God, are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Roweena’s on her way, should be here this evening.” Sam said turning towards all of you. “I’ll start looking into the lore on empaths. There has to be something here.”

“I’ll help you. I want to learn as much as I can.” You said walking over to Sam. He nodded towards you as you both walked over to the library.

“Here, let me change your bandages first.” Sam said walking out of the library and coming back with fresh gauze, a towel, and some antibacterial gel. He knelt in front you and slowly removed the old gauze, it was still wet and starting to itch. He took the towel and gently wiped at your wrists to remove the excess water. The touch of his hot skin on yours was sending you into over drive. His feelings were all rushing to you, stress, fear, anger, but lingering at the bottom was hope. Burning bright like a beacon, hope. Sam rubbed the gel over your wrists and gently wrapped them again with the bandages.

“Thank you.” You said, finding his eyes as he gathered everything.

“Anytime.” He gave you a nod and sat across from you at the table in the library. The two of you looked into almost every book you could get your hands on and found a few things. The lore was basically an overview of what Cas had already told you. Dead end.

You both fell back against the chairs. You rubbed your eyes as Sam pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Sam.” You broke the silence. He looked up at you. “Can we go to my house so I can get some clothes that fit?” You asked.

“Sure, we aren’t finding anything new here anyway.” You both got up and got into the impala. The hour long drive to your house was devoted to small talk. You asked questions about the bunker, about how they became hunters, about how they know an angel. Sam was forthcoming, he answered what you asked and you could feel he was being truthful. He asked you more simple questions, if and where you went college, what you did for a living, how old you were. You pulled up to your house and you got out, running up the stairs and getting the spare key from under the potted plant. You and Sam walked into your home.

Sam thought your home was quaint, homey, cozy. The whole house smelt like you, felt like you. Warm and pure. You ran into your room and grabbed a suitcase out of your closet and began filling it with clothes. You brushed past Sam to go into the bathroom to grab your toiletries and makeup. Walking back into your room, Sam saw you pause as you grabbed a jewelry box. You ran your hands over it, smiling slightly before you placed it into the suitcase as well. You threw in shoes, deodorant, and a few other sprays that Sam didn’t recognize. You closed the suitcase and looked at him. Sam found himself staring into your y/e/c on more than one occasion.

“Ok, I’m ready.” You said grabbing your pillows off the bed. “Actually, wait. I want my blankets.” You said walking over to a wicker basket near your couch, grabbing about 5 fuzzy throw blankets. Sam smiled to himself. He grabbed your suitcase as you balanced your blankets and pillows in your arms. You loaded the car and started the drive home. This drive was filled with more serious conversation.

“How are you feeling? About everything, I mean.” Sam asked you looking at you out of the corner of his eye.

“I’m so scared, Sam. How do I step into this role? I am just a girl. I feel so alone.” You said looking at your hands in your lap. You could feel Sam’s heart aching for you. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N. If it helps I know what it feels like to have “powers”.” He said with air quotes. “I used to have visions, I know what you mean when you say you feel alone. Just know that Dean, Cas, and I we will do anything to help you. You don’t have to feel alone, not with me around.”

“Thank you, Sam.” You said looking at his profile as he drove you back to the bunker.

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The heavy iron door opened and you and Sam stepped inside. You looked around now realizing that you never asked where you were.

“Hey, Sam, can you tell me about this place?” Sam smiled at you as you placed all your stuff in the spare bedroom. Sam sat on your bed as you put your clothes in the dresser and told you all about the men of letters, the bunker and how Sam and Dean came to live there.

“So, your grandfather came into the future and now you live in an underground fortress?”

“Pretty much.” Sam said with a laugh. You laughed with him and for the first time in a while, you felt your whole body laugh along too.

“Sam, Y/N!” You heard Dean’s voice calling you. “Roweena’s here.” The two of you left your room and walked into the library once again. You pulled on Sam’s sleeve and looked up at him. He looked down at you and gave you a reassuring look. 

“Come sit right here, dear.” Roweena said to you, motioning to the table. You could smell her fear, she was afraid of you. You sat down on the table and looked at her. She moved the flannel off of your birth mark and took in a breath.

“Ah, yes, you have been marked by a witch.” She said nodding her head. “I can remove the spell if you would like.” She said looking at Sam and Dean rather than you.

“Crowley already gave me some potion or something, I have my powers.” You said looking at Roweena confused.

“Yes, he gave you something to release your powers, but until the mark is removed you will not have full access to your abilities.”

“Oh, well then take it off.”

“Hold on!” Sam jumped in. “Usually this type of magic comes at a cost. Is there anything we need to worry about?” Sam asked, his jaw set.

“Well, if I remove the mark and she is not strong enough to hold her power it could kill her, but that’s a wee chance.” Roweena said calmly.

“Um, what?” You raised your hand to your mark, covering it.

“Don’t worry, dear. I can feel how strong you are, you’ll be just fine.” Without a seconds delay she moved your hand with hers and touched your mark, she began chanting in Latin. Her eyes rolled back in her head and a burning started on your chest. Your breathing quickened as you looked to the three men for help. Roweena muttered the final word and your head flung back as a scream tore from your lips, Cas caught you before you fell back. Your breathing stopped and your eyes stared straight ahead. No one moved, no one even blinked.

A breathe filled your lungs as your eyes slammed shut. When they opened again, they were a glowing violet and a light emitted from your chest and hands. Your back arched and more screams left your throat, your whole body felt like it was engulfed in flames. Cas laid you flat on the table, Sam and Dean were just staring. Completely in awe. Roweena had her hand over her heart and was muttering protective spells. The light from your chest and hands began to dim slightly and then receded into you, your eyes went from violet to y/e/c and the screaming stopped. You were sprawled out on the table taking long, deep breaths trying to calm down. You sat up and looked at all of them, worry was etched into all of their faces.

“It’s ok, I’m ok.” You said telling yourself more than them. You looked at them, really looked at them and it all started coming to you. Everything they were feeling was rushing through your mind, even Cas. He wasn’t blank anymore, his feelings raced through your mind the more you stared into his eyes. He was petrified, afraid of what you could do. He was also confused, he didn’t understand why you were so powerful. Dean was also incredibly scared, his feelings were pushing into you quick and hot. He was scared of what you may become, he was scared of you. Sam was completely in awe of you and everything that just happened. He was scared too, but not of you. He was afraid of what was coming after you. What he would do to protect you.

Roweena wasn’t staring at you any more. She was quickly gathering her things, and hurrying towards the door.

“Bye boys!” She said over her shoulder and about 5 seconds later you heard the heavy door open and slam shut.

“So, what now?” Dean was the first to speak.

“Got any alcohol?” You suggested.

“Oh that, that I have plenty of.” Dean went and got some glasses and a bottle of whiskey. He poured you each a glass and passed them out. You chugged yours before anyone else could even get their glasses to their lips. You poured yourself another glass and decided to sip this one. The four of you calmed slightly as you all sipped the whiskey and ate the popcorn Dean made.

“Can one of you make me a fire? I would really like to burn the clothes I was kidnapped in.” You said taking another long pull of your drink.

“Absolutely.” Sam responded with a smile.

Once the fire was made you all sat around it, watching your clothes burn away to ash.

“Thank you.” You said addressing all of them. “I appreciate everything you are doing for me. If you hadn’t found me. I don’t know what would have happened.”

“We are going to figure this out, Y/N.” Dean spoke up. You could still feel the nervousness coming off of him. The fear, the apprehension of the unknown, but you could also feel his desire to help and that it often outweighed his fear.

“We will protect you.” Sam said, finishing for his brother. For the first time since your parents died you felt like you had people who understood what it was like to feel heavy and consumed by the world. You believed Sam, Dean, and Cas would do anything for you and in that moment you realized you would do anything for them as well.

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[kouei116]

Jakou no Lyla - Trap of musk: European night

Come, look at me. In return, I'll show you the most wonderful dream.

Well, I'm supposed to study for an exam, I thought I'll only procrastinate & play for a litttle bit, but... Welcome to the newest hell I'm currently stuck in - Jakou no Lyla (人´ω｀*)♡

It is originally a 3 part PC otome game but has been ported to the Switch. This game is one out of 3 games from triAngle project, so... there is a Spy Ending where MC will be with both guys ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Longer details under cut. 

Part 1 European Night - Vince Lugan (seiyuu Taniyama Kishou, e.g. Amnesia Memories Ikki) on the left hand side of the above photo - Rolan Crydelle (seiyuu Tachibana Shinnosuke e.g. MidCin Louis) on the right hand side of the above photo, my 2nd fav

Part 2 Asian Night - Korei Rin (seiyuu Okitsu Kazuyuki, e.g. Brothers Conflict Masaomi) the white hair guy sniffing MC's shoulder in 1st photo, my fav :3 - Kirei Rin (seiyuu Sato Takuya) the black hair guy at top right corner in the 1st photo

Part 3 Arabian Night - Lizaru Shanasa (seiyuu Morikawa Toshiyuki, e.g. DL Carla) the tan-skin guy with a whip in 1st photo - Jemiru (seiyuu Murase Ayumu) the guy with upside-down net bra(?lol) over his eyes in 1st photo 

The popular ranking (voted in Oct 2019) result is Lizaru (1), Jemiru (2), Kirei (3), Korei (4), Vince (5), Rolan (6). 

Vince: ... I want you

MC uses her special tattoo to seduce Vince, it is working... kinda. But Vince is a tough cookie, he realizes something isn't right with himself, grasps his short sword and squeezes his right hand on the sharp blade in front of the  speechless MC. He wants the pain to pull him away from the desire for MC.

V: Come in... Hey, turn this way. Look at me, Y...

During the Conference break, V saw MC talking with Rolan on the way to the market. He got very grumpy aweee. At the market, R fell down, MC helped R get up and her clothes got muddy too. When she returns to the palace, grumpy Vince saw her muddy clothes and told her to take a bath with him. He tried to kiss her but she pushed him away, poor V :’(

Y: Rolan-sama, please sto..

The special tattoo doesn't last long so the salon master comes to the palace to help her refresh. I thought she only has one on her chest, but apparently there is one on her back too :/ She has to keep it uncovered for 2 hours to dry. R came by and accidentally was affected by the tattoo. He started touching and kissing her back. She knows she has to push him away but she doesn't want to because she already knows abt his tragic past. She’s afraid pushing him will hurt his feeling (I'll explain his past in his route summary). She tried very hard to grab the veil, cover her tattoo and R turned back to normal, frantically apologized to her. 

R: You don't need to think about anything. Surrender everything to me...

MC (name is Shirien) is a dancer at show salon Kamal. Her parents were killed, the village was destroyed. The salon master took care of her and her best friend Aisha so she wants to do everything to repay him. The master also helped another kid (who arrived heavily injured) named Jermiru and asked MC to look after J as his older sister. MC and J works as secret spies for the master. MC has a special henna tattoo (made from teromeana mixed with medicine herbs) that can seduce men to the point they lose all reasoning. Then she uses a sleeping needle on them to make them sleep & dream that they are ichaicha-ing with her but in reality, she tries to find materials/info in their rooms for her spy mission. In addition, she collects blood of young healthy ‘excited' men to help research a cure for the salon master's sickness. The master also prohibits her to kiss the men targets because it can sway her heart (hence she pushed Vince away in the bath when he tried to kiss her). 

In part 1 European night, her clients are Theo (Vince's best friend) and Rolan Crydelle. Her mission is to seduce Vince to find out the whereabout of Pamela - Rolan’s younger sister - who they think was kidnapped by Vince when V destroyed the Crydelle kingdom. Theo will pretend to lose the drinking game and gives MC to V as a winning trophy.

V is a tough cookie to crack though, he pays 100% attention on his country/work, doesn't want to waste any time with women. In his country Lugan, women are not allowed to speak unless they are given permission. This is because in their history, a king lost part of the territory bc he spent too much time on women. That territory becomes the Crydelle kingdom. In contrast, Crydelle is led/dominated by women, while men only stays inside the house and cannot go out unless given permission by women. Rolan is a shy and naive because he is indoors all his life, he cares deeply about his younger sister Pamela, he carries a doll that looks exactly like her.

I only know a little bit about V from the common route and his appearance in Rolan's route, but he isn't as cruel as the rumour says. The more time MC spends with him for her spy mission, she realizes he (and his touch on her) are gentle and kind. Everything he does is for the benefit of his country. He did destroy the Crydelle kingdom, killed the royal family (except Rolan who was living in a secret room) so other princes at the Conference sneer at Vince during the policy discussion. Personally, I think the choices Vince suggests are actually effective and to the point, not wasting time trying to be merciful. In Rolan's good end, he even helps Rolan save MC. He gives me the IkeSen Nobunaga and MLQC Victor's vibes. 

The last Rolan photo above the cut is after the confrontation with Eleanor (who looks exactly like his sister Pamela but said she is not Pamela), R is very sad and ran to the old harem area to be alone. MC chased after him and tried to comfort him. He hugged her and started kissing near her chest, offered to make her feel good and begged her to not leave him (poor bb ;u;) MC stopped him, tried to calm him down asking him to tell her everything. In short, due to his past, R always wants to keep people happy, he thinks pleasing people is the only thing he can do to make his life has some values, the only way to keep people staying with him. MC told him none of these are true. Even after hearing his past, MC didn't look down on/feel disgusted abt him, and told him from now on, he will learn many other ways to make people happy. This makes him very happy, he asked to hug her for a bit longer ｡ﾟ( ﾟஇ‸இﾟ)ﾟ｡

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Tbh, when I first looked at the suitors, I thought I'd go with Vince, but oughhh Rolan stole my heart during the common route. I guess not likely many people will like Rolan (he actually ranks 6th out of 6 suitors, my poor bb ;u;). It’s okay, I luv Rolan. I love his character growth throughout the route, desperately trying to grow stronger to protect MC. And his yandere doll-carrying creepy vibe. His 2nd bad end broke my heart badly ~ like CxM Shiraishi's bad end 4 level of heartbreak（ｉДｉ）I will write his route summary after I (hopefully) pass my exam.

I enjoy this game much more than I expected: kisses sound yayyy (not DL’s level of kissing & blood sucking but enough to burn my ears huehue), nice arts and BGM (melancholy music to stab on my heart even more while reading bad ends, nice!). I prefer the bad ends, they are more haunting and memorable to me; good ends everything get solved quite easily, but overall the story is fine so far. I get completely sucked into this game and finished all 6 ends for Rolan and Korei in 4 days (what is sleep, what is exam :3) Normally I only play the routes of the guys I’m interested in then move on to next game, unless I want to collect PS Vita trophies and autoplay. But I have high hope that since this game can surprisingly change my favourite from Rolan to Korei (still very close, I luv both of them lotsss) from the route story, I should read everybody’s routes properly and see who my favourite are in the end. My 2020 otome game year is off to a wonderful start already ahhh~ (*´╰╯`๓)♬

[ocular-intercourse]

every once in a while, i am remembered that i should probably nail down what exactly is in the realm of possibilities with the enhancements in the gyoverse

is the process government regulated, or more of a talent thing, the way anybody can learn how to draw with enough patience? I think it’s a mixture of both, people are not forbidden to gain certain abilities, you literally can’t keep it from happening, those are just things that can develop naturally when a person has the right mindset, but it’s also a dangerous process if certain levels are reached and things go wrong, so the government tries to keep certain levels.. I guess certified? At the very least registered. If you gain a certain amount of power you will be observed.

So there are two areas of use: personal & professional life.

In personal life a person can develop certain helpful abilities, imagine a fisherman training himself without trying to a point of being able to sense the location of fishes in the water. It’s very close to people in our world who just get very very skilled in their labor and get the ability to do specific things simply by experience (the way people in food stores can eyeball the weight of a specific item and be 100% right). Those are not particularly ‘powerful’ per se, more little every day helpers that might not even entirely get recognized as an enhancement. A lot of these abilities are inherited, but that might be less of a genetic thing and more grounded in the upbringing, environment, and education, one person teaching their skills and experiences to the next generation and them developing these enhancements themselves.

Then there’s professional life especially in jobs that are highly competitive, because everybody wants to be the best they can be in their field so naturally they would use any tools they can get their hands on. The biggest example of course is the army. The country with the strongest soldiers wins, so there have been raised standards and whoever cannot reach them loses by default. Hence the imperial army usually weeding out people with insufficient talent for the enhancements (thembo supreme raime being an exception). A whole nation selecting and breeding for the ultimate warriors at all times. There have been certain Levels established, a class of soldiers with Level A, Level B, Level C (those are not the actual names I’m still workshopping here), each with stronger abilities than the last. I imagine there are tests, either on set dates, or evaluations a person can apply for, to be moved to the next class (and get more pay and status). These Levels of evaluating a person’s capabilities can vary from job to job. A soldier with Level B would probably score lower in a scientific, research-based field, it’s all depending on how good you are at the enhancements that are useful for your job. (Army standard’s being pretty much universally accepted as the most powerful and useful skillsets and therefore valued the most)

Now this feels like a JRPG leveling system. My character’s skillset scores are Army Level C, Medicine Level A and Barter Level B+. (Now I’m picturing Trading Cards with your favorite Soldiers. Noor has one and every skill is at S cause propaganda. Gyo’s is a lot of S with worse scores in anything communicative, also S+ in immortality)

But what are the basic and less basic abilities a soldier can gain?

At base level are physical enhancements. More stamina, more strength, more agility, general healthiness (better immune system, faster gradual healing).

Followed by your base senses of smell, taste, sight, hearing and feeling. Later Levels of this ability include higher control, shutting down some senses or enhancing only one.

A little bit more difficult are things that need tighter control. The ability to influence your digestion, your blood flow, your oxygen intake. You can go longer on less food and air, you can slow your bleeding down, or trigger adrenaline rushes at will.

The next step is adding supernatural senses. The ability to feel the presence of other people, even at a distance and out of sight. The more trained you are in this area the better the feel is you get on the person and their intent. You cannot read minds, but you can certainly feel anger or admiration, general feelings or moods.

The next step is learning how to hide these things in yourself. These can cancel each other out depending on who is involved. A person that is good at hiding their intent can not hide it as well if the other person is better at seeing people’s intent than they are at hiding it.

The next step would be considered elemental magic by most standards. You can create a spark of flame, a bit of fluid, a gust of wind. These will most likely not be impressive flame thrower like attacks or anything, but can be practical here or there.

Also magical but more difficult, and mostly requires the student of this direction to split from developing other enhancements to concentrate solely on this area to be effective: healing magic. Gyo for example has mostly ignored healing magic, he can keep wounds shut enough to keep someone from losing blood but he cannot close them entirely, while Noor chose to stop their studies of techniques that would help in fights to focus on learning how to heal and nurture (it’s not only wounds, they can also relieve pain and control infections and other things). To be skilled in both is incredibly difficult and I don’t think it is currently seen. Something must be put on hold to learn other powerful things, so you have to pick and chose what you want to be proficient in. It is also an ability you can only use on others and not yourself, so most soldiers (at least those that get to this point and are therefore most likely power hungry in some way) chose to ignore it for something that helps themselves rather than others.

A similar direction but removed from regular healing magic because that focuses on healing other people while this is entirely self-focused: the next level of the control over your own body, the ability to sustain the body without meeting nutritional needs or rest. Beginners of this Level can go several days without sleep or rest, depending on a.. let’s say amount of ‘spiritual’ energy they have gathered before. They are, in that moment, basically feeding their body’s needs from this energy. The better you are at this, the longer you can go. This Level is only reached by those soldiers, that are willing to focus as much on their intellectual studies as they do on physical training. Many talented soldiers who exceed in fights get frustrated by these requirements. The ultimate Level of Control over your own body is the step Gyo has reached where he entirely halted all aging and is practically immortal, if not killed or dying of an illness. I imagine it has a lot to do with gathering such a vast amount of energy, that you can feed on it indefinitely, because you have learned to gain the energy quicker than you deplete it. There are earlier levels of this ability when you learn how to stretch less energy and slow down your aging instead of halting it completely. (many ppl in or out of the army will try to gain some bits of this ability to prolong their lives, everybody wants to squeeze a bit more out of it if they can) There are varying degrees of aging speed depending on the person’s skill level and energy intake.

The problem, aside from many people not having the mental or physical requirements to begin with, and the fortitude, discipline and patience to stick with it, is that said energy is also extremely volatile. People who begin gathering it often get overwhelmed by moodswings, the energy wanting to get out and presenting itself in any way that is currently available for it to be released by, whether that is physical or psychological. In higher concentrations the amount of energy can be literally corroding if your body and mind are not prepared to handle it. People carrying a large amount of energy can be caught in a bad moment and lose the ability to contain the energy, often with catastrophic consequences, definitely for the person themselves, sometimes for their surroundings too. People on Gyo’s Level are basically walking nukes, he could take out a small town if he ever lost it. Key to get to where Gyo is, is a strong enough anchor, a feeling or a motivation that drives you that is enough to sustain your willpower. (While in universe the idea is more philosophical, trained soldiers being told “think of something that motivates you”, this is more literal than they think. Gyo’s current anchor is wrath, that is why his sword which is known for its gruesome owners, attached itself to him. You could see the wrath as a fingerprint scan, if he did not have it, the sword would not work for him. A person’s anchor can also switch, which Gyo’s will, eventually, to his need to protect, and it will cause trouble with his sword and I assume some of the ways his other abilities have worked for him in the past)

The different Levels soldiers can be classified as are defined by a combination of these abilities, since each of them have multiple levels (from lesser to higher control over your body, stronger elemental magic and so on). So, to reach Level A you need Skill A Ability Score 1, Skill B Ability Score 1, Skill C Ability Score 1 while reaching a higher Level requirement might look more like Skill A Ability Score 2 Skill B Ability Score 3 Skill C Ability Score 6. So, a test that would allow you to reach the next Level would test how high your Ability Scores in each Skill are and see where that lands you. So even if your Levels are Skill A Ability Score 6 and Skill B Ability Score 6 if you do not have Ability Score 6 in Skill C you will not reach that higher Level. Gyo probably has all Skills maxed out (except healing but that one is counted separately since the army knows most soldiers will not reach high Ability Scores here).

But like I said, this Grade System is army specific. In another job field requirements might look more for skills that help you read and retain information faster, or specialize in reading other people and putting pleasant emotions out there to influence others.

This also explains Raime’s situation. While they are, from birth on, unable to gain these things that count as army recognized enhancements, they have an ability more on par with those private uses that develop naturally through talent and repetition. They DO technically have enhancements, but they are exclusively social, enhanced emotional intelligence if you will. The ability to read people, not the way the army enhancement works where it is basically a  supernatural sense you gain, but more through being able to instinctively read faces and voices and putting together what that means rather than sensing it. 

I don’t think this is entirely a class system based on your Level of enhancements, but typically people with enhancements are respected more, more so if they are high skilled in ‘popular’ fields (a soldier Level A will be more respected than a Scientist Level A). There is definitely a certain pressure to gain certain Levels, especially in higher society. If a first born noble does not gain high army Levels they are considered shameful.

[wendimydarling]

Hiii, If you feel comfortable of course, I'd like to know how was your pregnancies. Where they calm? Complicated? How did you dealt with them? Did you always wanted children? Just your overall experience 😊🤗

HI!!! Oh this is a fun question, I’ll be happy to answer! This is gonna get long so I’ll put it under a cut!

So starting info: I have two children, Sis is seven and Bubba is five. I have always wanted children, ever since I was five years old and got my first actual babydoll. It’s in my blood, I’m phenomenal with children, and my body was designed for it, shaped for it even. My mother always called it “those child-rearin’ hips”. 😂

Now the background of meeting the hubs in case you haven’t read: we met in 2011, got engaged in 2011, got married in 2012, got pregnant in 2012. We weren’t playin’, y’all. 😬 So anywho, my pregnancy with Sis was fairly smooth sailing up until the end; my morning sickness with her was minor, it lasted from 5 weeks to 13 weeks but I only threw up maybe three times? The rest was just occasional bouts of minor nausea, and I had no other complaints besides my wisdom teeth finally erupting.

Around 34 weeks she tried to come out early; I was having minor twinges that didn’t really hurt, they just didn’t feel right, so to the hospital I went. Sure enough, I was having contractions that they struggled to stop. I was kept overnight for observation once they got the contractions to stop (it’s basically a shot they give you and they had to administer it thrice), given steroids to help baby’s lungs develop, and then sent home on mild pelvic rest for three weeks, aka sit down all the time unless you have to use the bathroom and NO sex.

We thought we were gonna have a thanksgiving baby... NOPE. Little Miss got offended that we didn’t want to meet her yet, so she stayed put until two days before her due date. 🙄 Cue 12 hours of walking to get me to progress enough to where we could go to the hospital. I had wanted a natural delivery but her head was tilted at a slight angle and caused back labor instead of typical labor, and I was in so much pain my body was shaking by four cm dilation. Epidural it is! I slept then, and she was born the next day around 4pm. I pushed for three hours, the epidural wore off, and I had a second degree tear. All worth it to see that tiny bundle I’d waited for my whole life. ❤

My son was a different story. He was conceived when Sis was about 15 months old, and his pregnancy was NOT fun, not in the slightest. I had fewer weeks of morning sickness with him, only from about 8-11 weeks, but they were HELL. I was nauseous all day, every day for three weeks. I hated it. I had heartburn with him from about 22 weeks on so I had to limit my diet and go on additional daily medication, and he rode so low that my sciatica was thrown into over drive. 

Now see, he tried to make his appearance EARLY. I first went into labor with him at about 24ish weeks? It was minor, but to this day I cannot tell you the plot of the movie Interstellar, I was too busy counting contractions and freaking out. Fortunately they subsided, and we went on our merry way.

Then came 36 weeks. I went into labor again at the same time that I got the stomach flu. Real deal labor. My husband was in the city at a football game for work, so my Mother-in-Law came over and packed me a hospital bag while I was puking my guts out. The contractions had stopped by the time my hubs got home, so I opted for sleep and would go to the hospital in the morning if they came back. 

They came back. This was different than Sis’s labor though, the contractions wrapped all the way around my belly and they felt manageable. I drove myself to the hospital after my Sis-in-Law came over to babysit, and went from being dilated from a 2 to a 4 in the space of an hour. Unfortunately, because he was only 36 weeks, he had what they jokingly refer to as “white boy lung syndrome”, which is simply that Caucasian males’ lungs do not develop as fast as girls or as other races, and so he needed to cook a little longer. Steroids again, halted labor again, pelvic rest AGAIN. Goddamn, the things I did for these babies. 😂

That lasted not quite two weeks and then I went into labor AGAIN on Christmas Eve. Just make it through the family events, child... you can be born tomorrow. Labor stopped again, and you’re about to find out why. We ended up at my 38 week appointment which was a few days after Christmas; I was dilated to a 5, 100% effaced, I was halfway there, dammit. Natural delivery, here I come! NOPE. My doc is feelin’ around and I could see concern on her face and I’m like wtf talk woman, and she says “Huh. I don’t feel his head.”

WUT.

I go in for an immediate ultrasound and sure ‘nuff, my ridiculous child is butt first, hence why labor never continued. 🤦‍♀️ So that afternoon they attempted an ECV (which I don’t wish upon my worst enemy, that is the most excruciating pain in my life), he wouldn’t flip, and I went into labor AGAIN. My doc made the executive decision to go ahead and pull him before my water broke and he got stuck or further risks occurred, and I agreed. 

I was rushed to an emergency C-section which prep for is supposed to take two hours? They did it in one. Surgery itself is supposed to take an average of 45 minutes? They did it in 22. He was born around 9pm the same size as his sister, and had some slight breathing difficulties but by his second APGAR test he was fine. 

So yeah, those are my birth stories! Thank you for letting me talk about them, I love my children with all my heart and I’d go through it all again if it meant getting to be their mother. I’d go through pregnancy again too if any of my closest friends needed a surrogate; I really didn’t mind being pregnant. ❤

[metalchickaf19]

The Bowers Gang: Ship #15 - Henry Bowers

Request: hello i would like to request a ship, if you don't mind +_+ i'm not really tall,average build, really long dark hair. i'm fond of formal office wear and in general prefer dark colors and non-revealing clothes, if that makes sense. as a person i try my best to be a good friend though at some times i'm a bit too caring and at others times i care less than i should bc i'm sick or busy af(i easily get sick.). i tend to be anxious and even a bit paranoid bc of some kind of ocd i dunno ( i get all those unnecessary thoughts like "i should leave the bus immediately bc i've got a bad feeling about this dude" and then i should look 10 times to the left and 10 to the right to calm myself somehow ._.) my hobbies is reading (mostly scandinavian detectives), watching films and playing tabletop role-playing games. also i secretly like date sims. in society i try my best to be polite and patient(i'm this person who takes all the shit goin my way to stop conflict from happening), but with my friends i can be more open and even impulsive. that's it. i hope it's not too much and my english is okay.

First and foremost, it’s kind of astonishing that you were even able to befriend The Bowers Gang at all - let alone start hooking up with their leader

Their reputation (+ Hockstetter’s hardcore creeper vibe) kept your paranoia on high alert for a long time - so much so that it was all you could do not to drop the few classes you had with specific members of the group

... And it was that insane, animal fear that would eventually cause the guys to target you later on

Hey - you were walking down the hall one day, saw the guys standing around Belch’s locker, and instantly turned on your heel to avoid them

I can’t help the fact that Patrick saw you do that

And I can’t help the fact that that gave he and the guys reason enough to start messing with you

Wound up resulting in a super adorable relationship with Bowers though, so yay (and genuine yay this time - not yay with a question mark attached to it)

Joins in whenever the guys make fun of your “office wear” proclivity (and they make fun of it often)...

... but secretly kind of likes the fact that you prefer non-revealing clothing

Mostly because he’s a misogynistic bastard who doesn’t want the girls he dates “on display” for everyone else, but still - Bowers is down with the corporate causal aesthetic

Sometimes lets you read to him, which is one of the most endearing thing I’ve ever heard  

Was originally something you only did when Henry got sick (he was in a fever-coma once, and you figured some quality Scandinavian literature couldn’t hurt), but now it happens basically every time he wants to get his mind off of something

... And Bowers wants to get his mind off of something a lot

So it’s not uncommon for people to catch you reading to him while he carves into things with his knife, puts his head in his arms and “sleeps,” etc.

Generally tries to look like he’s not paying attention to the story, even though it’s obvious he’s invested (i.e. glances over at the book for a second when something surprising happens, tends to open his eyes during intense parts when he’s had them closed for a while ...)

Aka: One of the most dangerous people in the city of Derry is becoming a hardcore reading buff, and that’s 100% because of you - congratulations

Makes all the guys check up on you whenever you get sick

... Seriously, it’s so cute - you’ll just be sitting at home, all stuffed up and gross, when suddenly you’ll get a random knock at the door

... at which point you’ll open it to find either Belch, Victor, or Patrick standing there with the rest of the guys waiting in the car behind them

Just let that imagery sink in...

Have you fully appreciated how adorable it is?

Okay, then.

Sometimes you get a Victor Criss care-package complete with aspirin, tissues, and suckers to keep you going (hence why you tend to hope it’s Victor when you hear that knock on your door), but it usually has something Hockstetter-esque added to it in the few instances when Patrick gets to bring it to you

... He once switched out a little book of poems Criss gave you with a pocket-sized copy of the Kama Sutra

Just had that on him for some reason - pocket-sized copy of the Kama Sutra

Regardless though, Henry never comes to the door (even though the guys always show up on his orders) because he’s too macho to show he’s concerned about your well-being even though it’s painfully clear he’s concerned about your well-being

Have fun with that even mix of ice and passionate care

*Somewhat triggering, but kind of lighthearted side-note*

Patrick is the single worst thing that has ever happened for your anxiety issues, and he loves every second of it

Sometimes physically interferes with your compulsions, because he doesn’t want you to be able to calm yourself (holds your face still when you try to turn your head back and forth a certain number of times, will block your exit if you start to feel overwhelmed in a specific setting, etc.)

Also actively triggers a lot of your intrusive thoughts (”You really feel safe right now, princess?” *Ultra-specific Hockstetter smirk created to make you doubt yourself* “Really?”)

Also sits behind you in one of the classes you share together, and constantly does things to fuck with your hair

It’s not really important, I’m just letting you know

Sometimes keeps a lighter under the ends just long enough to create that “singed” smell, twists a few locks around his fingers, etc.

Basically just wants to remind you that he’s there (right behind you) as often as he can, and has always liked your long dark hair, so that’s the route he takes

I’m so sorry for the paranoia in you; truly

*Somewhat triggering, yet kind of lighthearted side-note over*

You, Belch, and Victor are arguably the most tight-knit friends in the gang, and it’s kind of amazing on every level

Ya’ll share 3/6 classes together (without Patrick or Henry), so you really got used to being your authentic selves around one another over time

Nerdy inside jokes, deep talks, genuine “this is me” moments - you guys have it all (and, to be honest, you’d all be super down to arrange a hangout without the other guys if any one of you had the balls to suggest it)

Low-key very similar to The Losers’ Club when it’s just the three of you, but we’ll pretend I never said that

Victor came to one of your table-top gaming sessions once

Only attended the one time (because cold-blooded reputation/genuine lack of skill), but he befriended some of your nice table-top gaming compatriots, so good job being a positive influence

... Alright... now get ready for some pretty legit unpleasantness  

Henry unloads on you often because he knows you’re willing to take it, and sometimes the kid just can’t help himself

You know that scene from the movie where he yelled at Belch to shut up (when he was cutting Ben)?

Yeah - that type of rage-filled Bowers energy has been directed at you in the past

Low-key one of the most unhealthy aspects of your relationship, but you tend to default to radio-silence at the first sign of Henry starting to lose it on you (what with your dislike of conflict and such), so it typically never escalates past one hardcore outburst (like Belch’s “shut up!”)

Never outright apologizes to you for it, but tends to try to get physically close to you after he calms down as an indirect way of saying he’s sorry

I.e. Will sit down next to you without saying anything, will come into a room you’re in and awkwardly walk around without acknowledging you, etc.

Basically just tries to let you know he was wrong with his actions rather than with his words

... And if you want a future with Bowers, you’re gonna’ have to get used to accepting apologies you never got like that

Sorry - it’s just the way his broken brain works

Overall though, a great relationship, and one that works well with the rest of the guys

They all love you, dude - you’ve been accepted. Just feel that

[nobody-wants-ice-cream]

The Umbrella Academy in: The Triwizard Tournament

Chapter 5.1 Number Five’s Research

Thank you @seven-misfits and @tehmoonofficial for your amazing beta skills!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21340549/chapters/54740578#workskin

Five couldn’t sleep after his encounter with Reginald. It had been 45 years since he had been to private training, but seeing the restraints again had brought back the scared thirteen-year-old he thought the apocalypse had trained out of him. 

Reginald used to tie him in any sort of restraint, like chains or a straightjacket, to an electric chair. If Five couldn’t jump out, he would be electrocuted. It had taken thirty years of drunken conversations with Dolores to finally admit that he and his siblings were abused as children. Being back in that room was terrifying in a way Five had forgotten. Its sudden reintroduction was a blast of ice being poured down his back. 

Instead of sleeping, Five decided to look up a charm to brew coffee- which ended up being Calida Capulus while pointing his wand at a mug with coffee grains in hot water- and then set to work reviewing documents in Reginald’s office. That coffee Allison got him would prove to be very useful. 

Speaking of Allison, her rumor would work in his favor. Reginald couldn’t touch them. More importantly, if Five was caught, then he couldn’t be punished with individual training. He could browse Reginald’s files enough to paint a pretty decent picture of what their lives were like in this universe. 

Just after they turned twelve, the seven of them became superheroes. Vanya and Ben were their heavy hitters. One particular note disturbed Five. “When Number Seven’s powers become too much to contain, I will have to stun her and put her in the isolation chamber. Her powers are essential,” read the disturbing red journal from their toddler years. 

According to 400 Offensive Spells, “The stunning spell should not be used on subjects under 100 pounds or 45 killograms as the magic will overwhelm the castee and may cause permanent damage to the nervous system or magical core”. Vanya was placed under this spell as a very young child over and over again. Five had a small idea that Vanya’s powers prevented the damage from being permanent. He didn’t know how that would be possible, but that irrational hope stopped him from murdering Reginald in cold blood. 

The Commission made him a killer, but he never enjoyed his work. However, after hearing the atrocities Reginald committed on his siblings, he was willing to make an exception. Stunning Vanya was only the tip of the iceberg. The things done to himself and to the version of himself native to this universe were barely a blip in his anger. 

Five skipped around to his section. The book said that this Five’s interest in time travel was a fleeting interest that went away when Reginald brought him books on the runes to create a time-turner. When Five looked up what a time-turner was, he was disappointed in his other self. A device that takes you back or forward a few hours was a party trick compared to what he had the potential to do. At least this version of himself didn’t get himself stuck in the apocalypse. That would have been difficult.

If I time traveled now would I end up appearing here in this universe or would I be stuck in the future in mine? Five mused while moving around some of the papers that surrounded him. 

That was the last bit of semi-coherent thought Five had. He passed out surrounded by books and papers. Specifically, blueprints for a magically expanded Minerva Aircraft, complete with six dorms and a master bedroom. 

&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&

“Five. Five. Five. Wake up. Five, wake up. Five, you can’t keep doing this, man." It was Luther being his personal alarm clock again. 

“Mu, wus goin on? Five more mins, Luth,” Five tried while rolling over. 

“Nope! Get up.” Luther pulled Five up and managed to get him sitting up while slumped against Reginald’s desk. 

“Five, how many times have you fallen asleep here? It’s been months, what more do you possibly have to find?” Luther asked. Five had spent his nights in August and September in Reginald’s study reading his notes and pursuing magazines and newspapers that mentioned the Umbrella Academy in any way. 

“When was the last time you slept in your bed, Five. This isn’t healthy." Luther snapped his fingers in front of Five’s face, “Hey! Focus.”

Five opened his eyes again. He had been up until three in the morning due to a teen magazine bender. Those vapid things were somewhat addictive. Not that he would admit it to anyone. 

“I need to know what’s going on.” Five did feel lethargic. He worked and worked until he passed out trying to figure out this timeline. If they wanted to stay off the Commission’s radar, they needed to keep the timeline as consistent as possible. Five struggled to keep his head upright. 

“Hey, did you know the seven of us are the only ones Dad adopted? Everybody else is a boarding student.” Five shared. He was starting to feel more alert. He reached for his mug and the Bunsen burner he used to heat up his coffee water. 

“We have thirty minutes before breakfast. You should clean yourself up,” Luther said before leaving the room. 

Five scowled. Luther didn’t have to get him up this early. Five decided that teleporting to the bathroom was a bad idea this early in the morning and decided to walk so he could find an unoccupied one. He stared at the floor and shuffled his feet like a pissed off thirteen year-old the whole time. At least they weren’t required to stick to one bathroom like in his youth.

&&&&&&&&&&&&&

“The elusive old man finally decides to join us! How was your bender? Any wild stories? Amputee hookers? Or were you holed up in Dad’s office the whole time?” Klaus greeted. His bright smile and teasing words were grating. Five scowled at him and picked up the carafe of coffee that Mom had taken to leaving at their table. 

“Well, Klaus. I actually had a wild time. You know teleporting a girl or three in the room wasn’t too difficult,” Five snarked back. Five wasn’t actually interested in the whole sex thing, but Klaus didn’t know that. In fact, nobody except Dolores knew that the idea repulsed him. Besides, Five had a feeling that telling his siblings that he had been up all night reading J-14 and Seventeen would lead to more judgement that he just wasn’t prepared to deal with. 

“Did you actually?” Luther looked green in the face. He put down his knife and fork and gave Five his full attention. 

Five raised his eyebrows and took a sip of coffee. He would neither confirm nor deny. 

“Right, um, moving on. You missed Pogo announcing that we were to report to the foyer for an announcement. One through Twelve. It’s supposed to be super important,” Allison attempted. 

“Who cares? Five, did you-” Ben was cut off by Mom announcing that it was 7:53 A.M. 

“We better go and see what the old man wants.” Five teleported out of the room and into the foyer. 

He was met with Number Ten who looked up from her book in surprise when Five teleported into the room. 

“Hey, Five. I still get surprised when you do that. Any ideas for what the Headmaster wants to talk about?” Ten must have left breakfast early, “Thirteen and Fourteen were pretty pissed that they aren’t included in whatever this is.”

“I don-”

“You know, he hasn’t really talked to his seven science experiments in a while. Did you guys do something? Maybe Three heard a little rumor?” Ten was starting to piss him off. Her tone was condescending in a way he threw people’s heads through walls for. 

“Se-” He was cut off by everyone else entering the room. He was going to question the nickname ‘seven science experiments.’ As if she had the right to call them that!

“Hey Five, hey Ten,” Number Eleven greeted. Eleven was tall, thin, and very good looking. They were extremely androgynous, hence the neutral pronoun. They wore their uniform with the sort of confidence that Five had only seen in himself, Hazel, or Cha Cha. For a split second, Five wondered if Eleven had ever killed anybody, but then he saw Eleven had uncalloused, delicate hands. Those were not the hands of an assassin.  

“Do you think something went wrong? Maybe the rumor-” Allison whispered. Five gestured towards Ten with pointed expression so Allison would shut up. 

Just as an awkward silence was draping itself around the room, Sir Reginald Hargreeves walked in. He stalked around the room and did not look at Five or any of his siblings. 

“The Triwizard tournament is a grand and noble tradition that has lasted throughout the ages, until modern history. You students are amongst the lucky few with the honor and the privilege of submitting your names to the Goblet of Fire. Do not disappoint me. Report back to breakfast for your schedules!” Classic Reginald Hargreeves. Short, simple, and as cold as possible. 

Immediately, whispers broke out amongst the strangers. Excited curiosity and nerves filled the room. Five hoped that it wouldn’t be him. He had proven himself already. Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, and Twelve filed back into the kitchen. Diego left with them.

Luther addressed the group with, “We should really plan-”

“Haven’t we planned enough?” Klaus clapped Luther on the shoulder and flounced after Diego. 

“Why is it still a Triwizard tournament if we’re joining as the fourth school?” Ben mused behind him. 

“Well,” Vanya piped up to his left, “Quadwizard tournament sounds pretty stupid.”

“It sounds like lazy writing to me,” Allison twirled her dark hair around her index finger, “Like some poor marketing executive or some bad author didn’t want to come up with a better name.”

&&&&&&&&&&&&&

Several weeks later, the Academy was buzzing in unrelenting energy and unmitigated chaos as numbers One through Twelve packed their belongings in the single, large suitcase they had each been allowed to bring. 

“Ben! Have you seen my left- never mind!” said Allison. 

“Ow! Sorry, Seven,” said an unknown person. The voice was female, so could have been Eight, Ten, or Twelve. Or possibly Eleven. Five didn’t know what they looked or sounded like today yet. 

Diego could be heard sneering, “Watch, where you’re going, Twelve.”

Five calmly packed the basics. The Commission taught him well. It took him two minutes to pack some uniforms, toiletries, and his school supplies. The same could not be said for the others who were frantically putting things in their suitcases. The Minerva would have dorms once they landed, but there was no point in bringing anything to decorate with. Ben would probably bring enough to make the space feel normal. 

They were going to be sharing rooms in number order. One and Two, etc. Five took a moment to feel bad for Vanya, who would be sharing with Number Eight. 

Then a thought occurred to Five. Five had spent months researching how to assimilate into this universe. Why not try to go home? 

As soon as it was there, the thought was gone. This was home. His siblings were here. Right? Five felt disoriented. His thoughts moved through his brain like jello. Then he simply stopped thinking about it. 

What was he doing? Packing for the tournament! According to Ben and Luther, this would be a dangerous ordeal. The goblet would pick the best candidate. If anyone was going to be picked, it would have to be him for his siblings’ sake. He was the oldest and most experienced. 

Then he remembered that he had already proven himself. So why did he feel the overwhelming desire to win this tournament?

&&&&&&&&&&&&&

On the morning of October 30, 1994, twelve children and their Dad/Headmaster boarded the Minerva Aircraft on their way from The Umbrella Academy to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. 

The plane ride was almost completely silent. There was still chatter, as Reginald was piloting the Minerva.

Allison and Five were poring over a wizarding teen magazine called Witch Weekly, which was distributed worldwide, while speaking in low voices that couldn’t be heard over the plane’s engine. 

“Since when are you the heartthrob?” Allison poked him and then the picture of him surrounded by tiny hearts. 

“I don’t know! That’s weird right? I guess in this universe I didn’t disappear when I was thirteen and now people think I’m attractive or something? I don’t get it. Who was the,” Five put up air quotes, “‘heartthrob’ in our universe?”

“Klaus and Luther had pretty strong followings,” Allison paused to think, “When we were fifteen, Ben had some sort of cult? And I was the only girl so...yeah. Oh, and Diego was popular towards the end, but no one could figure out why.”

Klaus was looking at the magazine in front of Allison and Five with interest. He raised his eyebrow at Five and gave a small wave before going back to his drawing. 

Eight, Nine, and Twelve were playing a card game a few rows above them. They were oblivious, unlike Ten and Eleven, who were talking in hushed voices and looking at Allison every now and then. Eleven’s hair was a bright shade of electric blue today. They had opted for lithe, feminine curves and the female uniform, but a very close cropped pixie cut. Five barely recognized them. Ten was attempting to ask Eleven to grow their hair longer so she could braid it. 

Luther was watching this argument with an apathetic look on his face, while Diego watched with interest. Maybe he thinks it will turn into a fight or something? 

Ben was completely oblivious to all of this and kept his nose stuck in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. 

“Please, Eleven! It will look really good,” Ten pleaded. 

“For the last time, no. Piss off, Ten.”

“Fine. Sorry. Eight! Can you deal me in?” Ten demanded.

“Yeah, sure,” Eight started shuffling her cards again. 

Diego looked somewhat disappointed at the de escalation and went back to sharpening his knives. 

“Hey, Three, Five! Can I borrow your Daily Prophet?” Eleven asked from across the aisle. 

Since they had already gone through all of their copies of that newspaper, Five said, “Sure,” and handed them the October 29th copy. It was the most recent thing in the pile. 

The rest of the plane ride passed like that. Eventually, Diego borrowed their magazines as well once he ran out of knives to sharpen. 

The Minerva flew on through the clear sky. 

[writehardwhumpharder]

OC Drabble - Nick faints from low blood sugar

Quick rant: Ugh, I live right in the middle of town, totally urban area, and yet my wifi thinks I'm in the fucking mountains or something. I'd probably post more fics if it didn't take me at least 2 or 3 tries just to get tumblr to actually post anything. And each time I have to rewrite the tags and title and stuff.

They were all in the same boat here -- well, airship -- but Nick felt like he was struggling more than everyone else seemed to be. They crash landed in the desert four days ago, and only packed enough emergency food for two. So now the whole team, Nick, Leah, and Dylan, moped around the beat up ship waiting for someone to come save them. Leah was still hard at work trying to fix the main control board, how she had the energy to do it he had no idea. There was plenty of water on the ship so they weren't in any real danger, but somehow that thought didn't fill the empty void in his stomach.

"Nick, come over here and hold the wrench for me." Leah called from behind a heap of metal. Nick's entire body protested the idea but he dragged himself to his feet and shuffled over to her. The least he could do was sit there and hold some tools.

"I'm starving." Dylan groaned as he walked onto the bridge. "I've searched this place top to bottom and there's nothing, nothing!" He said, being his usual melodramatic self. Leah sighed.

"I told you two days ago that we had depleted the ship's food reserves. I checked the entire cargo log and-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know." He muttered, flopping down into a cushioned seat and closing his eyes. Nick was a little jealous. He wanted nothing more than to sleep. He didn't feel like he could do much more than that anyway. Leaning against the ship's control panel, holding various tools while Leah messed around inside, Nick tried to get his sluggish brain to think of anything other than food. Or their lack of it.

His stomach cramped suddenly and he groaned in pain. Nick was pretty sure his intestines were eating themselves at this point and that's why they hurt so god damn much. Stifling a moan, Nick wrapped his free arm tight around his middle and waited for it to pass.

"If you're hungry, go drink some water." Leah said. Anger welled up inside Nick at the sheer ridiculousness of that statement. Even the hot broth Dylan made last night did little to ease any of their hunger. Nick got up and pretended to go grab some anyway. He really planned on just going to his quarters and not coming back. As much as he knew he should be helping, he didn't want his team members to see him like this. The narrow hallway swirled around dizzily like it sometimes did when he had too much to drink and he found himself banging his right shoulder on the hall as he staggered every couple steps. Maybe the hallway was slanted from the crash, he wondered, yeah that must be it.

"I swear to god, if someone doesn't come rescue us soon..." Nick said to himself as he more or less fell down on top of his bed.

"You'll what?" Dylan asked from the doorway.

"You followed me? Seriously? Go away, I'm sleeping." Nick made a show of turning his back to Dylan as he pulled a thin blanket over himself.

"Well, actually. I was kinda worried about you... You look... bad." He said quietly, knowing how Nick wouldn't like acknowledging the poor state he was in. Though he was too tired to get geniunely annoyed.

"Oh yeah? Look in the mirror." His voice was muffled slightly by his pillow. Dylan stayed where he stood in the doorway, watching him.

"I'm serious. You look like you're about to pass out or something. We all feel pretty bad right now, but you..." He trailed off. Dylan had the terrible suspicion that Nick wouldn't tell them if something was really wrong with him because everyone was hungry and he didn't want to complain.

"Hence why I'm laying down, asshole," Nick's breath caught in his throat as another sharp pain shot through his stomach, "Leave me alone." Nick growled, his voice strained. Dylan didn't take it personally, Nick always got grumpy when he was hungry, and right now they were a couple days past that. Once Dylan's footsteps retreated into the hallway Nick sighed then wrapped an arm tight around his stomach as his intestines twisted into knots. Why did he have to skip breakfast before this mission?

A few hours passed before Nick gave up on sleeping entirely. The hunger just wouldn't let him. He pushed himself to his feet shakily and not a second later the emergency alarm started blaring. This loudness alone was enough to inspire an instant headache. Nick buttoned up his shirt in an effort to not look like total crap and staggered toward the bridge. Despite how weak he felt, he managed a light jog, using the wall for support. The alarm only seemed to get louder as he approached the bridge, the sound echoeing around the oddly shaped room. By the time Nick reached the control panel where Leah was working the alarm abruptly shut off and a sharp ringing pierced his ears in its absence. Dylan got there at about the same time he did and the two made confused eye contact.

"What's going on?" He asked, out of breath. The short jog left Nick incredibly winded.

"Sorry. The alarm was triggered automatically after I got the power back on. The ship is just now reading the damage from the crash." Leah said from behind the control panel. She'd been working on it almost nonstop for the last four days and sagged visibly from exhaustion once it was finally done. Nick stepped past her, checking their communication equipment. If the base didn't get their distress signal he would need to tell them their location. The radio crackled to life but they were met with empty static. Nick started repeating a brief statement about their status over and over again until someone from their base responded.

Well, saying they responded would be generous. The warbled sound of a women's voice came through in choppy pieces, bits of whatever she was saying getting cut off every few seconds. Nick put his finger down on a button and a little red light turned on to let him know that they were transmitting. He repeated the statement a couple more times before giving up. They just had to hope that someone could track their location and come get them, preferably soon.

A wave of dizziness washed over Nick's body, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake. He leaned forward on the control panel heavily, closing his eyes. He tried to take a deep breath, letting his head fall forward. When that didn't help he put his elbows down on the raised console to better steady himself.

"Guys, are you really, like, 100% sure that there's nothing left to eat?" Nick said, his voice sounding weak and far away. Dylan looked up at him, his eyes going wide at how pale he had gotten in the past few seconds.

"We split the rations evenly, stop complaining. There's no food and whining won't-"

"Shut up, Leah!" Dylan snapped in concern.

Nick's vision swam and blurred out of focus. He tried to blink it away but everything around him only got fuzzier.

"Ni- you, can- you, hear m-" the sound of Dylan's voice came to him from some long tunnel, the words fading in and out. His brain tried to pick apart the question but everything was out of order. Nick was dimly aware of his his arms going slack as he fell forwards, hitting his head on the control panel, hard. Leah winced at the sound his skull made on impact, quickly moving to grab him under the arms before he got the chance to then smack his head on the metal floor too. His eyes fluttered for a moment before rolling back completely and Leah struggled to gently lower him to the ground. Nick had gone completely limp in her arms and crumpled down to the floor in a graceless heap. Dylan was by his side in an instant.

"Nick, hey, wake up." Dylan slapped at his cheek, noting the trace of blood on his forehead. A quick glance at the controls confirmed a matching red spot where his head had hit. While Dylan hovered over Nick's face Leah grabbed one of his wrists and felt his pulse, ever the practical one.

"His pulse is a little too fast. And I'm worried about his head." Leah informed. Dylan gave her a "no shit" look and felt the spot at the top of Nick's forehead which was already beginning to swell.

Nick groaned suddenly, twitching his head. The movement must have hurt because his eyes closed even tighter as he grimaced. Dylan tried calling his name again, touching his face gently.

Nick's eyes opened slowly and stopped at about halfway. They were unfocused and lazily trailing around the ceiling above him.

"Can you hear me? Come on Nick look at me!" Dylan demanded. He wasn't too worried about the fact that he fainted from low blood sugar. It was the fainting AND the head-slamming.

"Nngghhh." Nick made some sort of noise which was neither a yes or a no. He tried to focus his eyes on Dylan which only made him feel dizzy and nauseous. "Aghh." He moaned in pain. His body which was completely boneless a second ago was suddenly tense as Nick curled in on himself in what was, unmistakably, the fetal position. He looked so vulnerable like that with his arms wrapped tightly around his torso. The hollowness in Nick's stomach bit at him again. Someone tried to nudge a glass of water in his direction but Nick didn't dare to move when he was in so much pain.

"It might help." Leah said, her voice as kind and soft as it ever got.

"I don't want any- f-fucking water." Nick said through clenched teeth.

"Hang in there buddy," Dylan said. He only called him 'buddy' when he was somehow sick or injured. Which, now that he thought about it, happened way too often. "I'm sure someone will come for us soon."

Nick suddenly became aware of the fact that he was lying on the floor with Leah and Dylan sitting on either side of him. He took one look at Dylan's tired and sunken eyes and was confronted by a wave of guilt. They were all suffering and here he was making a scene.

Dylan nearly jumped when Nick bolted upright without any warning. His body screamed at him as he forced himself to straighten.

"Woah, woah, woah. Lay back down you just passed out AND hit your head really hard on the way down."

"Is that why my head hurts so much?" Nick asked dryly continuing his slow battle to a standing position. Using the railing next to them he pushed himself to his feet, swaying dangerously.

"Seriously, you're gonna hurt yourself." Leah chimed in, rising to stand behind him as a precaution.

"I'm fine." Nick said, sounding not at all convincing. Nick clutched onto the railing for dear life as he swayed drunkenly. He tried to take a shuffling step away from his worried team but it was like a rug was ripped out from under his feet. Luckily Leah was ready to grab him again when he pitched forward.

Nick just felt so tired, so empty. And his head was starting to throb like a bitch. His breathing sped up as he tried to make some sense of the world spinning around him.

Strong hands replaced Leah's and Nick felt someone pick him up, one arm around his back and the other under his knees. Dylan was careful not to jostle him too much as he picked him up with ease, making it look as simple as picking up a small child who fell asleep in the car. Looking down he noticed that Nick nearly was asleep. He hit his head pretty hard but not hard enough for a concussion so Dylan let him doze off. The last thing Nick felt was something soft under his cheek as Dylan set him down on his bed.

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↠ summary: jisol isn’t the only who got run over by the gossip train... and in the process, she learned a lot more than she was ever supposed to... (lmao this is such a trashy summary!!)

↠ idea: jungkook x oc!! bts mafia au!! kpop universe!!]

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“I’ll bring you your stuff later, ok sis? Just please don’t trip on yourself if you see Han Jisung. Please.”

“For the last time! I DON’T LIKE HIM!”

“Sure sis… you definitely don’t have a sketchbook of drawings of him.”

“You can stop talking now!”

The two had arrived at Jeongmi’s new room, because college dorms were way too expensive. And lucky for her, there was a Min Jisol who was looking for a roommate.

“I’ll bring your stuff around later, ok?”

“Ok… bye!”

But in his defense, Jungkook believed he had the right to be worried about his little sister. Because he was pretty darn sure he knew exactly how her roommate was: the infamous Min Jisol of Daegu Town High School. She was the girl that everyone warned you about. It was obvious she smoked because she always coughed as if she had smoker’s lung and could literally collapse at any given moment. And Jesus Christ, she always smelled like goddamn alcohol! She always seemed as if she had tried to get the stank of alcohol off, but in the end she miserably failed and the smell basically radiated off of her. But of course, can’t forget that she was always late and skipping class. The problem? She never got in trouble for it. To top it all off, she graduated as valedictorian. Combined with her popularity amongst the boys for her looks, it was no surprise when the gossip train tooted about Jisol sleeping around with the administration to get straight A’s. Hence, she was basically the queen of the school in all aspects. Despite all the obvious warning signs, people loved her. Earning her the nickname, Harley Queen.

But Jungkook was barely any better and he knew it. His reputation wasn’t exactly spotless since he hit high school. Puberty had treated him very kindly, earning the attention from all the girls within the school district. Especially at sport competitions. And every so often, a girl would ask to speak to him somewhere quiet. Alone. Like a lost lamb, he would follow. He never did anything, didn’t even touch them, yet the gossip train tooted that Jungkook had a knack for quickies and breaking the girls’ hearts once he was done with them. Because of this one fact, Jungkook had begrudgingly agreed to let Jeongmi room with Jisol. Maybe she was just another victim of the gossip train, just like him.  Or maybe it was just his grudge against her for… a number of reasons.

“Ok… bye Jungkook!”

“I’ll bring your stuff up in like, two hours ok?”

“Uh-huh. Goodbye!”

Obviously, Jeongmi was super embarrassed that her brother was basically dropping her off at her first apartment. And she didn’t want to make a bad first impression, so she did everything in her power to shoo him away. But as soon as the door opened, Jeongmi was shocked by the girl’s beauty in front of her. All of her doubts disappeared into thin air and she found herself bowing awkwardly.

“Hello, my name is Jeongmi. It’s really nice to meet you!”

But Jisol was already busting a lung with laughter.

“You are so cute!! But anyway, you don’t have to act so formal around me. We’re roommates now Jeongmi. As you probably know, my name’s Jisol and welcome to the apartment!”

Despite having only met once or twice, Jeongmi already felt the bond forming between them.

“Do you need any help bringing your stuff up or anything?”

“Actually, my brother is bringing up my stuff in a couple of hours.”

“Girl, that’s honestly sibling goals. My brother would tell me to suck it up and be independent like all the girls in the world preach about.”

But now, Jeongmi was confused as hell. How in the world did Jisol have such awful rumors circulating about her? She was honestly one of the sweetest, most wholesome Jeongmi had ever met. But for Jisol? She was just over the moon that there was someone who was willing to give her a clean slate and actually get to know her. Not try to kiss up to her just so she could be referred to one of the guys. The reason everyone thought she was a slut was that most of her friends were guys. Mostly because the other girls at school were entirely too judgemental. And super bitchy.

“Feel free to explore, Jeongmi. Lol, you don’t have to be so nervous. You kinda live her now?”

And Jeongmi was like, why the hell does it literally smell like freaking daisies? Smoker’s lung, my foot! There wasn’t even the slightest whiff of smoke or alcohol anywhere. That’s when the knock came faintly. Which Jeongmi barely heard.

“Hi, I’m Jungkook, Jeongmi’s older brother. I came to drop off her stuff?”

Already, Jungkook was gaining attention from the neighbors. Mostly because the apartment was a hot spot for college kids who couldn’t afford or didn’t want to live in a dorm.

“Unnie, do you mind if he comes inside? Because there are literally people crowding the hallway just to stare at him. And it’s kinda gross?”

“Yeah, of course! Come on in.”

See, Jeongmi was totally clueless to the history between Jungkook and Jisol. They had been rivals at everything, all the way up until high school. But that was a different story. Sighing, Jisol let him in, promising herself to be civil for Jeongmi’s sake, if not hers.

As for Jungkook, he was surprised to see the two three-star black belts hanging in the open closet and the sheer amount of beat-up medical textbooks on the kitchen table.

“Do you want anything to drink?”

“Uh, no. I’m good actually. But thanks.”

And he was 100% surprised at how well Jisol was keeping her cool. Taking the heavy box from him, Jisol gave Jungkook a tight smile.

“I  can help Jeongmi unpack if you have somewhere you need to be.”

But Jisol knew that look in his eyes all too well. There was no way this could be the apartment of the Harley Queen, right? There was no way that the Queen would actually be reading and studying to get good grades, right? She had to be hiding the booze somewhere, right? The drugs? The weed? The cigarette packs? And Jungkook understood the tone of dismissal in her voice all too well.

“Then I’ll be going then. Bye, Mi!”

But as Jungkook made his way down to his car, he couldn’t but think of the little collage of Jisol’s baby pictures on the wall. One of them was of the two of them holding hands as they crossed the street. Groaning out loud, Jungkook looked towards the sky.

“STOP BEING IN MY LIFE MIN JISOL!!!!!”

Why was his life so intertwined with Jisol’s?!! On top of already being entangled with every aspect of his life, why was she his ex-girlfriend from preschool too?!! He thought he’d erased his memory of her a long time ago!!

When Jungkook got back to the house, he wasn’t surprised to find Yoongi watching TV on the couch.

“So… how did it go?”

“I mean, Jeongmi seems to really like her, so I guess that’s all that matters.”

Shaking his head, Yoongi sat up straight.

“But I asked what your thoughts on Jisol are?”

“She’s… a lot different from what I expected.”

“How so?”

“She seems a lot more… put together than everyone takes her for. There’s not a single trace of cologne, smoke, drugs, or alcohol in there. I honestly have no idea how the hell these rumors formed about her. She seems really nice.”

“Well… she has changed a lot since high school ended. Plus, the rumors are mostly my fault. But I thought you were-”

“What are you talking about, hyung?”

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, Jungkook. However, this story isn’t entirely mine to tell, so it’d be a tad unfair if she weren’t here to explain the entirety of the situation.”

“But-”

“No.”

Grumbling, Jungkook made his way to the shower. He knew where he stood among the seven guys as the youngest: at the top. But when it came to Yoongi? That was all null and void.

“YAH JUNGKOOK-AH! JOONIE HAS A MISSION FOR YOU, JIMIN, AND TAE!!”

Jin yelled through the door, banging on it to disrupt the peace of the hot, running water.

“Ok hyung! I’ll be out soon! BUT YOU BREAK THAT DOOR I SWEAR-”

“BYE!”

But why was Tae coming on this mission? That almost never happened. He was the one who usually stayed back to work the comms and get all the inside info that was necessary to send to whoever was out in the field. But if he was coming, Joon-hyung’s mission for them had to be insanely top priority if Tae was coming out to play. 10 minutes later, the boys were seated on the floor in front of Joon.

“Does everyone here know Song Yuri?”

“Yeah. We’re all in the same biology class.”

“Well we just found out from our spy that Yuri is actually the heiress of the Ahn Empire in Daegu.”

“Wait… aren’t they the ones-”

“Who created a memory implanter and have passed down some secret through generations, using it?!!”

“Yes, that one. And if everyone else knows, then everyone is going to be gunning for her. She’s dating one of the NCT boys so we have to be careful. From what we know, she’s close with all of the NCT boys so we have to be careful. The reason I chose you three is because you have a subconscious memory of Yuri’s behavioral patterns So please bring her back alive. Got that?”

“Yes hyung.”

“Good. We’ve also got word that it’s one of the Dreamies’ birthdays today so they’ll be vulnerable. I will take the other hyungs to take them out, ok?”

“Ok hyung. See you later!”

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A/N: OKAY YAY PART 1 IS DONE OF THE BLOOD UNIVERSE SERIES!! lmao idek if i actually want to turn all the “books” of this series into the same universe but we’ll see:) btw i literally just fangirled so hard in the car when dream glow came on LOL!

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[riviae]

I'm BEGGING you to expand on your hc that Regis and Lambert have adhd whenever you get the time

sorry this took so long anon!! i’ve been in a bit of a writing funk so apologies if this isn’t as robust of a set of hcs as i’d normally provide. but w/o further ado, here are some incredibly self-indulgent adhd hcs for regis & lambert: 

regis: 

perks of being near immortal: an inexhaustible amt of time to focus on hyperfixations!! being a scientist/medic sprouted from his newfound beneficent interest in humans /after/ his uhhh bad blood bender days. mandrake brewing and other forms of distillation came about later as an interest after he read an encyclopedia on brewing techniques & became intrigued™

stimming! we know the big one presented in tw3 (clutching the straps of his satchel), but i could see him having other stims, such as when he was younger & had longer hair; perhaps he played w/ or twirled his hair while pouring over books etc. 

in a modern au he’d 100% be the type to listen to a singular song on repeat for hours, if not days, humming the tune under his breath while doing mundane tasks 

two reading modes: voraciously reads whatever is put before him..... or takes 2 centuries to read (1) book he’s been carrying around. there is no middle lol. hc that he had a few manuscripts on witchers in his possession at the time he was traveling w/ the hansa that he had been carrying around for awhile, but never got around to reading them before his fate at stygga castle 

impulsivity--it might seem more tempered now that he’s older, but he still shows flashes of the brashness of his youth (i mean he did choose to follow geralt & company on an adventure w/o any preamble or explanation in the books so.......)

needs stimulation of some kind; otherwise, he’s prone to bouts of intense boredom. which is never good for higher vampires. at least regis has enough hobbies/general interests to keep him busy tho so he never /really/ feels the urge to fall into more... bad habits. HOWEVER, he also experiences times where he is overstimulated, in which case, he retires to a cold and dark place (hence the crypt) to regain control of his whirlwind thoughts/emotions. he can also be overstimulated by really large crowds, tho he still enjoys traveling to bigger cities since they usually have stores/books/ingredients he needs

chaotic workspace/alchemical bench when in the midst of research. it will seem too messy/unorganized for most ppl to work comfortably in, but it’s organized in a way that specifically caters to how regis categorizes certain ingredients, reagents, etc. 

when he’s having trouble concentrating, it becomes more difficult for regis to retain his usual corporeal ‘human’ form. he tends to shift into his incorporeal/’smoke’ form, if u will, especially when working in his study/lab bc his mind is racing as he makes observations, changes his hypotheses, makes notes, takes stock of ingredients/materials, etc. 

even alone, regis talks to himself. usually as a way to organize executive tasks & to plan them out accordingly. otherwise, he may drift from project to project or task to task w/o any logical progression or find himself distracted by something else in the midst of an important task he currently wants prioritized

passage of time problems. combined w/ his longevity.... regis is definitely the type to forget what month, season, or year he’s in if he gets too engrossed in a topic of study. 

lambert: 

textbook insomniac. he can meditate much better than he can fall asleep, but it still isn’t the same as actual sleep,,, which is bad™ when ur life/livelihood depends on being cognizant & aware of your surroundings 

stims w/ his witcher medallion. the vibration of the medallion against his sternum would usually agitate/worry other witchers, but the feeling/motion of it is actually soothing for lambert as it helps him focus on the task/contract at hand. 

rejection sensitive dysphoria is a big ol’ problem for him. it’s partly why he pushes ppl away on instinct. having someone close to him truly criticize him in a non-teasing or cruel manner? definitely hurts him much more than he’d ever admit or show outwardly. his emotional control/general understanding of his emotions is also quite dulled/poor even compared to geralt bc of his own self-hate (masquerading as narcissism) /and/ adhd, which makes his emotional outbursts even more explosive

a major hoarder. if u think geralt’s bad.... lambert is the epitome of a compulsive hoarder. he logically knows what stuff he can keep, what he can sell, what should be thrown away, but he has difficult getting rid of the stuff that’s ‘in-between,’ so to speak. things that /could/ serve a purpose in certain situations, but said situations are incredibly unlikely to occur. in truth, he may seem like a very well-prepared witcher to say a random peasant or villager due to the sheer amt of stuff he carries on his horse... but 98% of it are things that he will unlikely ever need  

will forget to eat and sleep if in the middle of an interesting contract. executive dysfunction definitely contributes to his ‘prickly’ mood/behavior since most of the time he isn’t eating or sleeping enough. which is why he is much more agreeable/calm when on the path w/ someone he gets along w/ (i.e., aiden in tw3) bc he has someone to remind him to eat or take a break 

textbook reading/academic-style learning is not his forte. he was an awful student at kaer morhen tbh. BUT, anything done by first-hand experience? he’ll be hard-pressed to forget it & can generally pick up new skills/trades much easier than even geralt or eskel. for instance, lambert is actually quite a good smithy/repairer & often does a better job repairing his own equipment than if he were to get a professional to do it.

along w/ this, he’s quite good at remembering personal details of others/things ppl tell him about themselves. he tries to hide how good his memory is in this regard, but for some reason biographical info of other ppl sticks much better in his brain than say a fictitious ballad. non-fiction > fiction, basically. 

physical activity of any kind can usually ground lambert when he needs to focus or wants to meditate/sleep/etc. he might go on a run if he’s stuck on a contract or needs to let out more energy  

has difficulty explaining himself/his actions especially when relating to contracts. he makes wild jumps in logic w/o explanation bc that’s how his brain works (not linearly from A --> B --> C but A --> C w/o the hassle of an extra hurdle). other witchers can usually understand his line of thinking, but when it comes to getting paid for his work... this can be a problem 

also shows passage of time problems but on a much smaller scale. has it been 10 mins or 4 hours since he started meditating? regardless, it’s getting dark now so he should probably stop 

difficult relaxing/always on-edge. drinking and playing gwent can help somewhat, but even if he’s doing something enjoyable, lambert is never really, truly relaxed. [insert image of computer w/ too many tabs open here] it’s something that vesemir noticed when lambert was young and tried to help him find an outlet/hobby to relax him.... which is where fishing ‘the witcher way’ comes in. nothing screams relaxing like throwing a bomb into a lake & diving into freezing cold water to pick up the fish to cook later for dinner, am i right? in vesemir’s defense, he did try & teach lambert to fish the ‘traditional’ way... but that didn’t really keep his attention