#he associates lights with safety -- he likes lights a lot!! it brings him a lot of comfort ^_^

[ririblogsss]

Ok so I've read that OCD, can be a by product of trauma.

So what if Danny doesn't relize he is deeply traumatized by the events that happened in his early childhood. By that I mean with all the weapons and chemicals spills around his house and of course his untimely death.

He noticed that his home has no order whatsoever and that's what made it dangerous to live in. He only found comfort in his own room because it was the only space the could truly control, and make sure it was safe.

He started associating organization and cleanliness with safety and security. He has underling fear of coming into contact with contaminants, and that it will bring his whole world to collapse if he does indeed come into contact with one.

So lets say that a revel gone wrong, and Dannys put into foster care and then handed into the Wayne family.

At this point the Bats know that Danny used to be phantom, because lets be real they would immediately figure it out. Yet Danny has no clue they are the bats. He just believes they are a really big family with too much money to know what to do with it.

So Danny someone who has no clue he has OCD but presents most if not all the characteristics.

For instance:

Danny subbing the same spot on the rug for hours trying to get rid of it. Because in his mind if that spot stays bad things will happen.

On another instance he is seen organizing and reorganizing his shelf on a very specified order and continuously going back until he is satisfied.

When he goes to eat he always asks if the food was washed and cleaned properly multiple times.

He always counts if all his cleaning supplies he keeps are there in the morning.

He has a very strict schedule in which he doesn't break and refuses to break, especially his cleaning schedule.

Now the Bats are completely aware of this, and instead of making feel bad about it they help him and reassure him every time.

Examples:

Danny found that in the living room the rug was too dirty, because of the constant influx of people bringing in dirt with them. Of course Alfred always cleans it, but Danny needs to make sure himself. So one of the siblings would help him clean the rug his way, as Danny does it in a very specific way.

Another example is when Danny started cleaning during a movie night because of all the popcorn that was dropped on the floor. The rest just stopped the movie and helped him clean the area, and then resumed the movie careful not to spill more popcorn.

At one point the family was concerned because Danny was moving into a more dangerous zone of the compulsions, such as scrubbing his hands raw because he accidentally touch something 'dirty' without his special gloves.

So they made Bruce ask him if he wanted to go to a therapist and possibly a psychiatrist for his OCD. And Danny just said he didn't have OCD he just wanted things to be clean and organized like everyone else.

in the end he was convinced to go to a therapist so he could learn to manage living with OCD, but he was endlessly happy that he had people to fall back to that didn't judge him, and instead helped him out.

note:

(I just want to say that I don't have OCD myself but a lot of my family members do have it, and ive seen how it affects their daily lives. And I wanted to bring to light that people can't control their obsessions/compulsions but they can learn to manage it so they can live calmer with less anxiety. So I hope I made it as realistic as possible and didn't sound stereotypical or offensive)

[doe-eyed-fool]

Fallen {Chapter Twenty Eight}

Alastor x (Fem)Reader

Warning: Kidnapping, Violence (Vox hits reader), Threats Of Dismemberment/Torture (nothing actually happens tho)

A groan left me as the world finally came back into view, maybe a bit too fast, I shut my eyes tightly and tried to fight off the nausea I felt. I inhaled deeply a few times before slowly opening my eyes again.

I was somewhere I didn't recognize, it looked like a empty room. Nothing but a door ahead of me, and a small window on the wall to my right. It was the only thing lighting the room.

I tried to move, but was quickly stopped by a slight tug. I furrow my brows and look up, my arms had been raised above my head, and my wrists tied together by cuffs, held up by chains that were securely tied to the hooks in the ceiling.

I gasped sharply, it was muffled however, by the rag tied against my mouth. I tried my wings next, but the joints were cuffed as well, preventing me from flapping them.

My breathing became forced and erratic as panic finally set in fully. I tugged harshly at the chains, trying to free myself, but it was of no use.

My legs felt weak as well, I tried to move them, but they were about as useful as my arms, despite not being tied down.

What the fuck was happening!? Where was I!?

Suddenly the door to the room opened, and in walked a familiar looking overlord. "You awake?" He asked before flipping the light switch on. "Good...Now we can get to know each other." He approaches me and crouches to my level.

"I know we've met before. But I think we should start over, we're gonna be seeing a lot of each other from now on so..." He chuckles darkly.

"The name's Vox, nice to meet you."

"Aw, don't look so scared." Vox said with false pity. "I'm not gonna hurt you. Not yet anyway." He smirks. "I'm just gonna keep you here until your little boyfriend shows up. That asshole has been screwing around with me for too long. It's about time I put an end to that radio fucker, and you, are just what I need to do it."

I furrow my brows, I was worried of course and no doubt scared for my own safety. But now I was angry too.

"Wanna say something?" Vox tilts his head, he reaches for the rag at my mouth and pulls it down. "Go ahead then."

"You think just because you kidnapped me, that Alastor won't tear you apart?" I ask. "You underestimate him, if you believe that." Vox laughs at my words. "If he doesn't want you loosing a few limbs, he will come here and behave. If he doesn't, well, that'll be one thorn out of my side."

"Don't you dare hurt him. I don't care what happens to me, you can do whatever you want, but do not hurt Alastor." I say, tugging at the chains slightly.

"Oh, I don't need anything from you. Though, my associate might. I'm sure you've heard of him, and I'm sure you know how popular his films are." He could only mean Valentino. Oh god...I would rather die...

"You won't get away with this. Alastor will come here and rip you limb from limb. And telling from this kidnapping act, you like to play cheap. I bet that's why you're doing this. You can't match up to Alastor."

Vox delivered a harsh slap to my face after that. I failed to hold back a yelp as my head was forced to the side from the blow. I could feel the sharp sting blossoming in my cheek.

"Keep talking shit, and I won't be so forgiving next time." He stood up fully and looked out of the window. "I tried to get that dumbass hell hound to bring you here. But I guess he fucked off somewhere."

Hell hound? Did he mean Liam? Liam was in on this? I guess that would explain why he was at the hotel in the first place.

"Anyhow! I feel like we should start moving things along now. I'm sure he's noticed you're gone, so, how about we give him an idea of where you are. Speed things up, you know?"

"Let's see...maybe I could send him a finger or two? Or maybe one of those pretty eyes of yours?" He grins wickedly. I tried not to let my fear show, but it was clear by the shaking of my hands and shoulders. Vox's eyes trailed down. "That'll do."

I follow his gaze, my eyes falling upon my necklace. I gasp and try to move away as he reached down. "No! No, stay away!" I yelled. "Relax, will ya? I'm just taking the necklace. What? Did he give it to you? How cute." He says bitterly before grabbing at it. "No!" I cry just as he ripped it from my neck.

And just like that, my true form was revealed...

"What...the fuck!?" Vox exclaims.

If I wasn't panicked before, I definitely was now. My true form, my angel wings on display for Vox to witness. This wasn't good. This was the absolute last things I wanted to happen. What would he do to me now that knows? I couldn't look at him, I kept my eyes glued to the floor as I drew ragged breaths.

Vox then began to laugh.

"Fucking really!?" He cackles. "Well no wonder he likes you so much! You're an angel! Oh that's priceless!"

Vox's laughter died down slowly. He crouched back down and grabbed my chin, jerking my head up to face him. "You are both so fucked..."

"Alastor!" Mimzy shouts, before dodging a person being thrown her way. "Damn it Alastor! Calm down, you're making a mess of things!" She calls up at the now titanic sized radio demon. Tendrils grown from his back, were the cause of the randomly tossed objects and unfortunate demons in the way.

This had been going on for several minutes. He was beyond frantic, beyond worried. He wasn't thinking clearly, he was far too distraught for that.

"Don't you tell me to calm down!" Alastor yelled back. "Y/nis missing!"

"Well you're not gonna find her all worked up like this! Get down here and use your head!" Mimzy demanded. Alastor knew she was right, though it didn't make him any less frazzled. He did as she said however, and returned to his normal form.

Now it was just them in the empty longue. Alastor did feel a little bad about causing such a commotion in Mimzy's lounge, of all places. He let his anger and worry get the best of him, and it controlled his every movement. Blinded him from what was going on around him.

He was so upset by this...and he was scared...

"Where could she be?" Alastor's voice cracked slightly. "She wouldn't have just left on her own..." Mimzy didn't like seeing Alastor like this. She was worried too, but she knew it was nowhere near what he felt. "Isn't there any way of contacting her?" She asks.

"You know I don't own a cell phone. She doesn't either..."

Mimzy narrowed her eyes. "Isn't she from the modern era? Why doesn't she have a phone? You know what, never mind. Let's just stay calm and focus alright? Is there any place she might go to that you know of?"

"Other than the hotel, no." Alastor answers. "Alright, let's start there." Just as Mimzy said that, her phone rang. She looks at it then to Alastor. "Speak of the devil." She answers it. "Hello?"

'Hey, Mimzy? Is Alastor with you?' It was Charlie on the other end. The two had exchanged numbers the last time Mimzy had visited the hotel, to see Alastor.

"He is." Mimzy tells her.

'Well, a package showed up for him here at the hotel. It's pretty weird looking...We didn't want to mess with it. But I think it's from VoxTek, which is why it's weird. Alastor isn't really tech savvy you know?'

Mimzy hold the phone away from her to speak to Alastor. "It's Charlie, she says you have a package at the hotel, from VoxTek."

The loud screech of a record skipping made Mimzy wince. Before she could get a word in, Alastor had sunken into the shadows and disappeared. She sighs before speaking into the phone again.

"He's on his way. A word of advice, when he shows up...stay out of his way." Rage couldn't even begin to describe what Alastor felt the moment he opened that package. It was small, small enough to hold the necklace along with a few white feathers inside.

Vox knew...and now, Alastor wanted nothing more than to rip his soul apart, for even daring to lay his filthy hands on his beloved.

He should have known. Of course it was that bastard. Of course he would do something like this. Alastor swore right then and there, that he would invent a whole new form of pain, when he got his hands on that flat-faced motherfucker.

[quinloki]

I just now saw your kink game and I'm jumping on this. Since I'm such a basic bitch I choose breath play, choking, and orgasm denial for Law, Kid, and Crocodile. Please and thank you. 😘

<3 There's nothing basic about a good kink ^_^

We'll do these by character in order of being provided -

I'll probably say it while I'm writing these out, but please if you practice breath play please be careful! Breath Play has a notorious reputation of going south easily because people underestimate it.

If you have an interest check out this starter section on minimizing risks associated with it. Consent is sexy, and safe BDSM means getting to do it more often XD <3

Alright, enough reality land, let's get into these head canons \o/

Law:

Breath Play - Because of the versatility of his devil fruit, Law is a solid Yes for Breath Play of all kinds. It's all the rush and almost no risk, but he still has plenty of prep and such that he'll do to keep things in order. The point is about control, and as such he'll be sure that he maintains that impeccably. I imagine there's even a point where he pulls your heart or lungs out, and lets you watch as your body struggles.

Choking - A strong Yes again. But don't follow the captain's lead on this one, instead of just using his hands, Law will bring props - ropes, belts, etc. into the scene for it. There's far less risk for a slip with props when you can shambles them away in a split second. Careful monitoring again, letting you drown in the sweet mix of adrenaline and pleasure.

Orgasm Denial - Oh god you don't even know - Stoic as he is (or tries to be) otherwise, Law has always been a bit of a brat behind closed doors. Certainly a dom, but just as much a brat, and being able to deny you that final plunge over, and over, and over again and again is something he can easily delight in. There's a lot of control in it as well, so it hits more than one big button for him.

You ask for it one time, but after that it's almost entirely consigned to the realm of punishment play. Frustratingly good as it is, it is pretty hot when he finishes on you just as you're whining for yet another denial.

Kid:

Breath Play - Eustass is a Sure on this one. He doesn't have the capacity for safety for it that Law does, but he's not against it either. Ever the consummate kinkster, he'll be sure that the two of you are on the same page about it, setting up additional safety sounds, like finger snapping or you smacking your hand against something. Bondage is kept light during these sessions specifically so you have access to those kinds of movements easily.

Choking - I think Eustass was more of a I dunno on this - until he made a prosthetic that let him "cheat" a little. Managing to cram a few medical sensors into the palm and fingers he easily comes into a Yes on this one. The hands on aspect brings it up for him, feeling you twitch and struggle under his fingers.

Orgasm Denial - FUCK Yes - Eustass will tease you, rile you up, deny you over and over until you're a crying sputtering begging mess and then he'll force so many orgasms out of you afterward that you'll be begging him to stop. "C'mon, (y/n), make up your mind. First you're begging to cum, now yer beggin' me to stop." Not that you can answer him in the midst of another orgasm, but that shattered uncontrolled pleasure is what he was after anyway.

Sir Crocodile:

Breath Play - Overall Crocodile is a Sure for breath play. It has it's risks, and he's experienced enough to be fully aware of them. The comforting thing in a very uncomfortable thought, is that he's probably used breath play to dispatch an unwanted suitor/spy. Because of this he is keenly aware of where the line is, and has a experience-driven knowledge on being able to stay on the... safe side of it. He's only fairly neutral about it because you're not unwanted, and if he's not careful he'll risk something he means to keep.

Choking - Solidly more of a Yes for this, because of how more hands on it is. He prefers direct control, and he can watch your eyes, your face, and feel your pulse this way. Getting to hear and feel you squirm in pleasure makes it even better. While he only has one functional hand for this kind of thing, it still works out well - it's big enough, and the cold smooth metal of that hook caressing your body when you're on fiery edge from the choking certainly doesn't take away from the experience. >.>

Orgasm Denial - How Crocodile vibes this is a Sure, but how "good" he is at has much more passion to it. He won't seem to have much of an opinion one way or another, but if you put him in a mood he'll be denying your orgasms for days. Especially if you've irritated him in some way. You cannot beg this man into giving you relief, and if you try to find it on your own you might find yourself immobile or monitored for long stretches of time until he decides you get relief.

(A quietly adorable thing you may notice with time is that if you don't finish neither does he. >.> Take that as you please. )

Kinky One Piece Head Canon

[dick-meister]

"Why do you act like you don't care about us anymore? I could understand why you would hate ME, but our children? Don't you want to at least get to know Seth? Or see Abel and Cain again?" (From Eve)

My muse has to tell nothing but the truth for 10 asks. (Null/10)

“Of course I do!” Adam cared a hell of a lot. But being the First Human, so many eyes were on him. Reputation meant something in Heaven. To some, he was a pillar of light, hope and safety. On the outside he had to ignore his past, he had to ignore Eve and his damned Son’s. Was it fair? No! Everyone in this situation was fucked from the beginning.

Anger drove Adam in these moments, things could have been so much different. Even if he didn’t really believe the next words that came from his mouth, it was rage that drove him to speak it.

“If you hadn’t fucked around with Lucifer, everything would be different! Murder wouldn’t exist, we all would have been a family! And I wouldn’t have to be alone!! I literally cannot associate myself with Cain and Abel! And Seth…. is he even my son?! I… Damn it Eve! Stop bringing this shit up!”

[tryhardgwen]

rs archive 12/17/2023:

re: all my love fic. did you have any "keywords" for each character? (aka "stars, gardens" for wooje, "safety, unchanging" for hyunjoon) if you did, could you share them, or any of the threads of inspiration you kept in mind while writing?

i never had like, specific keywords at least not like i was aware of it but now that i think about it... i had a loT of inspiration.

like hyunjoon for example, obviously the mustang is a big part point but i chose that because mustangs just resonated with the character and what they sort of "stand for" i mean theyre a ford. all americana, freedom, romance, like.. mustangs have a sort of vibe to them. the same vibe john cougar mellencamp has. also, flannels, the vibe there. a key word for him, i guess would be consistent, and supportive. also--the moon, subtlety, steadiness.

wooje i connected to really fast blowing wind and highways; oddly enough that one scene in chapter one--where he pulls over on the shoulder of the i-5 and throws up--is a key part of his character. lmao? like, when i think of him, i think of that. the cold air and the strong fucking wind blowing past bc of all the cars going >80 mph. idk how to describe that. a big part of him was how light he was compared to everything around him too--his pale white skin in comparison to the dark discolored cigarette burns, his gold california soul compared to the darker washington greens. i relate him to the sky a lot. although i do put a lot of evening scenes in i think hes actually a creature of daylight. not of the sun, but the light blue sky and denim jackets and i never made him wear a denim jacket did i? goddamn it. so for him, light (as in the shade adjective not as in the type light noun), and sky, and nature. a lot of him is connected to nature, u can tell from my metaphors lmao.

minseok is all powdered sugar and CARDIGANS (!!) i imagine he had a very all over the place but chic and cute fashion sense. hes all candy colors and dependability (like mentioned in chap 1, he used to have pink hair hehe) he was stability, and home. really homey. like bring in the fucking xenia and agape (love in hospitality and in altruism). i think minseok, especially, is capital l Love. thats partly why i made him say the fic name in the letter heh. he was one of if not the strongest tie wooje had to home (platonic relationships matter..!!) he is Love as a person.

sanghyeok is red roses and Father. he is older brother. in the flashbacks, u can see he shows reluctance at being called hyunjoon/minhyungs brother, esp at first, and he STILL kind of feels that. hes uncomfortable with the position hes put in, much more than seongwoong is, yet he fits it so, so well. more associations: math. whiskey, cigarettes, bad habits he knows he should quit but cant. sanghyeok as a character is... well i dont wanna dive TOO deep bc i have a solo fic for him in the drafts but yes o7

seongwoong i mostly thought about him in relation to the shop? like i think of him and i think, traditional husband. oil, cars, gears, whatever the fuck. mechanic. stability, dad jokes. cool uncle. but he also has a softer side- homemaker! baker! gardener. hes all constant smiles, glasses held up by his smiling cheeks.

minhyung is the grounded one. he is very, very grounded in reality, but he become very silly around minseok. hes big loving himbo but hes also.. the most serious of them all. idk. hes like, prime older brother material but hes low on the totem pole. so like the oldest of that small group of cousins at the family get together who has no REAL power within the family. just within the cousins. and, hell, they get pulled away once their parents call for them.

jojo: mayonnaise.

[indentedheartner]

[ 🌱 ] what themes are relevant to your muse?

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SELFISHNESS

One interesting dichotomy present when analyzing Ken's actions is that he's not spoiled. He is of course incredibly selfish, putting himself and his happiness above everything else - but importantly, Ken takes what he wants to have, it's never given to him. You could read this behaviour as perhaps even an expression of that lack of being handed any of these things; that he's learned that the only way to have a need fulfilled is to take it for yourself with force / thus leading to a disregard for consequences, as this is the only way he knows of that he can have these things to begin with.

To me, I don't even see selfishness as a necessarily negative character trait. Its key negative impacts come from asking of others what they can't or don't want to give. But really it shows on some level that Ken cares about his own wellbeing, in a way he loses in discarding the trait entirely and which I find deeply sad to see go. He learns the frankly wrong lesson that he shouldn't care about himself at all, because the only way he could get his needs met before was through force, and that didn't go well.

Ironically. as has been borne out to some extent in canon and very obviously through his arc with Mari; Ken would have a lot more reserves left to care about things other than himself if he didn't have to fight so hard for his own sake every single day.

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DISEMPOWERMENT AND LACK OF AGENCY

Ken never had a choice in his life outside of his fortress. He didn't ask to be born to the Ichijouji family, he certainly didn't ask for the only family member who loved him to die; he didn't ask to have a piece of magical shrapnel in his spine to incline the descent of his behavioural disorders, and he didn't ask for his father's coworker to take an interest in exploiting him.

As a child he never had the slightest opportunity to do something about these things, either, really. Ken did not grow up to be a good kid, but he didn't have as much of a say in the person he ended up being as he would've liked. Its hard to assess what kind of blame he carries for his actions when any child's self-control and influence over their environment is so limited.

All of his behavioural patterns are fundamentally routed in the way he grew up; trying maladaptively to satisfy emotional needs that have never been cared for by anyone / taking joy in overcompensating for 10 years of being unable to change the world around him / a low sense of empathy typical for a kid who hasn't been shown it.

Children learn from their surroundings, and Ken grew up in a world that didn't care about him - his safety or his happiness, the handful of lights found in the darkness that did care being liable to disappear and leave him behind, even more alone than before.

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INNOCENCE AND THE INNER CHILD.

Ken is fundamentally a very pure kid, his actions an expression of a full lack of reserve, relaxing into his first space of solace from abuse, running around and enjoying life. The only relevant concepts to consider in weighing the value of an action are what is fun and what is not. What's right and what's wrong were decided by other people, and other people have only ever caused him pain.

Throughout the series his behaviour reflects in wild moodswings whatever he's been having to deal with lately, he can be brooding; furious; mockingly playful - because here it's fine to let it out of his system. He doesn't have to be calm and he doesn't have to be upstanding. If he's mad, he can scream and throw a fit, and if he's happy, he can laugh as hard as he wants to. He can be himself.

He hates hearing his name because he's fully stepped out of playing that role. Its something he associates only with the performance of the human world, and here he has decided that he won't put up with things that bring him pain.

[livinginhisgratefulness]

Twin Cities hit by overnight storms that bring downed trees and damage

MINNETONKA (Minn.) — The storms that swept through the Twin Cities over night and into Wednesday morning brought down many trees and branches. The strong winds blew a large tree down onto two cars, covering a good portion of Minnehaha Avenue. The strong winds also knocked down a light post. A huge tree branch fell onto a car about a block from the scene on 34th Street. The owner reported that his car was mostly unharmed with only some minor damage to the windshield. Huge tree down off Minnehaha Avenue now covering much of the street. Toppled onto two trees and took out a light pole. @WCCO pic.twitter.com/iKIZY13AkI — Pauleen Le (@PauleenLe) August 3, 2022 Hennepin County reports that the official highest wind speed at the Minneapolis-St. Paul International Airport was 62 mph. Eden Prairie recorded the highest wind speed at 50 mph and Falcon Heights 52 mph. The emergency manager of the county said that most of the damage was caused by branches, not entire trees. Xcel Energy reports that 135,000 customers from Minnesota and western Wisconsin lost power overnight. Since then, more than 70% of the connections have been restored. At 6 p.m., there were fewer than 10,000 customers in the metro area without power. According to the company, situations that pose a threat to public safety such as downed live wires are given top priority for repair. A WCCO crew was on 31st Avenue when they saw police on the scene of a motorcycle accident. There were also a large tree branch and a dead body nearby. Police have not yet provided us with any more information about the incident and whether or not it was related to weather. Nathan Eklund, a homeowner in Golden Valley, says that big storms have meant little sleep for him. Eklund stated, “I thought it might be a street sweeper going by. [laughs]” “It was loud enough to awaken us from a dead-sleep.” On Wednesday morning, tree shrapnel rained down on the entire neighborhood. Eklund said, “There was a large branch in the side yard and the backyard was littered by branches and other stuff from the tree.” Hennepin County Emergency Management director Eric Waage said they always warn people about the dangers associated with storms at this time of the year. This is our peak period. Waage stated that “we always expect to be hit by the weather in summer.” “This would be the Christmas season if we were in retail. But we’re not.” Benjamin Torell, a resident of Golden Valley, says that he is glad to have the right channel on at the right moment. It was great to get a heads-up. WCCO was a great help last night. “The power was on, and they came into the room and warned us that it was coming,” Torell stated. “We put our plans into action quickly, which gave us a 10 minute head start. Then it was as if a switch had been flipped.” Experts tell WCCO the storms and wind from last night would have brought down a lot of trees in normal conditions. Because the ground is so solid, the trees stay put. It’s only the branches that are being thrown. Waage explained that “with the hard, dry soil you had more branches snapping than trees toppling or falling over.” These branches knocked the power out for tens and thousands of people including Eklund’s neighbors. As the clouds begin to clear, Eklund says he is focused on its silver lining. It was lucky that nobody’s home, or anything really large, came down. He said that it seemed like the situation could have been much worse. Source

[deprived-gay]

Twin Cities hit by overnight storms that bring downed trees and damage

MINNETONKA (Minn.) — The storms that swept through the Twin Cities over night and into Wednesday morning brought down many trees and branches. The strong winds blew a large tree down onto two cars, covering a good portion of Minnehaha Avenue. The strong winds also knocked down a light post. A huge tree branch fell onto a car about a block from the scene on 34th Street. The owner reported that his car was mostly unharmed with only some minor damage to the windshield. Huge tree down off Minnehaha Avenue now covering much of the street. Toppled onto two trees and took out a light pole. @WCCO pic.twitter.com/iKIZY13AkI — Pauleen Le (@PauleenLe) August 3, 2022 Hennepin County reports that the official highest wind speed at the Minneapolis-St. Paul International Airport was 62 mph. Eden Prairie recorded the highest wind speed at 50 mph and Falcon Heights 52 mph. The emergency manager of the county said that most of the damage was caused by branches, not entire trees. Xcel Energy reports that 135,000 customers from Minnesota and western Wisconsin lost power overnight. Since then, more than 70% of the connections have been restored. At 6 p.m., there were fewer than 10,000 customers in the metro area without power. According to the company, situations that pose a threat to public safety such as downed live wires are given top priority for repair. A WCCO crew was on 31st Avenue when they saw police on the scene of a motorcycle accident. There were also a large tree branch and a dead body nearby. Police have not yet provided us with any more information about the incident and whether or not it was related to weather. Nathan Eklund, a homeowner in Golden Valley, says that big storms have meant little sleep for him. Eklund stated, “I thought it might be a street sweeper going by. [laughs]” “It was loud enough to awaken us from a dead-sleep.” On Wednesday morning, tree shrapnel rained down on the entire neighborhood. Eklund said, “There was a large branch in the side yard and the backyard was littered by branches and other stuff from the tree.” Hennepin County Emergency Management director Eric Waage said they always warn people about the dangers associated with storms at this time of the year. This is our peak period. Waage stated that “we always expect to be hit by the weather in summer.” “This would be the Christmas season if we were in retail. But we’re not.” Benjamin Torell, a resident of Golden Valley, says that he is glad to have the right channel on at the right moment. It was great to get a heads-up. WCCO was a great help last night. “The power was on, and they came into the room and warned us that it was coming,” Torell stated. “We put our plans into action quickly, which gave us a 10 minute head start. Then it was as if a switch had been flipped.” Experts tell WCCO the storms and wind from last night would have brought down a lot of trees in normal conditions. Because the ground is so solid, the trees stay put. It’s only the branches that are being thrown. Waage explained that “with the hard, dry soil you had more branches snapping than trees toppling or falling over.” These branches knocked the power out for tens and thousands of people including Eklund’s neighbors. As the clouds begin to clear, Eklund says he is focused on its silver lining. It was lucky that nobody’s home, or anything really large, came down. He said that it seemed like the situation could have been much worse. Source

[venacoeurva]

Now with up to date info about him

Kurk is a demi-prince between his mortal orc mom and Namira. He just kinda showed up out of the dark and wasn’t born the ~natural~ way. He doesn’t interact with either very much, but occasionally meets with Namira worshipers as a sort of stand-in when his mom is busy. Mortal mom is deceased.

He was born in the middle of the 2nd era.

He can curate his mortal face but generally doesn’t. He did away with it long ago. Wren is one of the few people who’ve seen his true physical manifestation. He generally has vampire traits like fangs and glowing eyes when he does put his face on.

He does not use any vision, though he could if he wanted to.

He has no consistent height, but he tends to linger around 7′.

He has his own little realm referred to as the Comforting Dark, and has a similar feeling to the mindless contentment of being half-asleep or when you drown, and a sense of security being obscured by the dark from threats. It can also be described as the same sensory comfort of wading through a warm, but not hot, bath. As you might imagine, it’s basically pitch black there unless you bring your own light.

Not well-known at all, but has some dedicated worshipers.

Sympathetic toward mortals the expected mortals, but also Falmer and vampires; those who are left in the shadows of societies or are fully ostracized are his focus. He tends to intermingle or interact with some Daedric princes due to related associations to some of the groups of people who fall under his scope.

His loose association with sleep, taking away pain, and a sense of safety in the dark has some who know he exists to believe he inflicts comas on people, with him believing this to be the best route. This is generally seen as a disconnect from common mortal desires to, y’know, be aware despite physical, psychological, and emotional pain. Whether this is true is debatable, but he's got so much shit going on it's unlikely.

It’s hard to earn his ire, he generally doesn’t waste his time with that.

Spends most of his free time in Dwemer ruins, and tends to collect a lot of things buried and obscured so much mortals can’t reach them. A little mad he was born too late to be able to learn the language with, y’know, living and existing Dwemer.

He really likes ruins with the tonal machines, they feel nice with his amplified senses.

Developed a morse code-like language with the Falmer based on pre-existing auditory and mostly non-verbal communication they use, and taught many communities it as well as a tactile writing system by putting knots, shells, rocks, pieces of chitin, or beads in arranged patterns in a lined up system of small ropes. They mostly just use this for keeping stock of resources and a few younger Falmer made friendship bracelets with this, though.

He’s attempting to use this language bridge to record Falmer oral history down on paper.

Has been hanging out in Blackreach when not actively doing demiprince stuff for a hot minute by the time 4e201 happens.

Here’s Kurk—who I made as a super minimal character to pad out Wren’s life during the 4th era but got attached, and whose name I got from a generator and is so generic sounding it’s fun so I ran with it.

A vampire who really, really enjoyed when Wren would bring back his jobs while the blood was fresh or they weren’t quite…gone yet. They had a thing going for almost a decade around 4e 50, but Wren wanting to travel and Kurk being a homebody ultimately led them to separating. He also has a stack of magelight and candlelight tomes for any new seeing visitors since he doesn’t need to, well, see. No current god affiliation, too busy with everything else to think about it (and he prefers it that way)

Imperative to note he also talks kind of like a surfer/frat bro

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[lavender-romancer]

Heartbeat

Tommy Shelby x Reader

CW: angst, possessiveness and drugs

Your marriage with Tommy has been turbulent recently, the prominence of betrayal and loneliness in the union takes a toll on your connection.

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Tommy held himself to a high standard when he was with others, when he was alone the judgment was only from himself and he was the harshest judge. Drugs and drink satisfied the voices in his head telling him to end it all, he didn't see a point in listening but they were ever-present in his life. He was so inexplicably angry all the time, feeling like he had no outlet, he would lash out and break things, smash glasses, etc. He would never help himself in the situation and instead made a bigger mess than before. Pol worried about him a lot, Tommy was acting out more than usual and it was all after your departure.

October

It was a freezing cold morning at the huge fucking house you both lived in, too big to function normally when the whole family weren't staying there. You and Tommy existed separately, it would appear to a stranger that you might not have been married. It was mostly Tom's fault at least when it came to time spent with each other but you were also too stubborn to be as flexible as needed, it was gridlock in the house. Tommy wanted it to be perfect, he wanted to be the husband he thought about when he considered happier families but he wasn't. You weren't the angelic wife you'd always dreamed of, both of you were angry, stubborn and passionate which made any conversation hard to have civilly.

Both of you felt partially guilty and partially angry with the other, the constant tension between the two of you made existing as a whole family even harder. The Shelby family was slowly breaking apart and disappearing, the last thing Tommy wanted was to divorce you and make the family seem even more fractured. You had considered divorce, but you knew that if you left the safety of the Shelby's you might not survive, association with the Shelby's was a mandatory target on your back. Your life didn't feel like it would ever satisfy you but you couldn't bring it up to your own husband due to his materialistic brain. Bringing up insecurities to Tommy was the most pointless point of action you ever attempted in your marriage.

The deep depression that was set over the both of you was consuming, it manifested in all corners of the house as if you couldn't escape the oncoming storm. You both felt so trapped and unable to even attempt any personal growth or self-improvement. Due to your environment being so relentlessly destructive, everything else crumbled around you with no way to stop it. You woke up at 2pm most days and in the depth of winter, this meant you only had about two hours of natural light, before the darkness crept in again and ruined your perception of yourself. Tommy instead did not sleep, he would pass out every night or early morning but he never remembered going to sleep or trying to.

Something had gone wrong recently for the Shelby family, an accident had happened. Through co-operation with the Russians, they had to destroy a train cabin unless they could get a trade agreement between the Russians, the Shelby's and the Italians. Communication had completely collapsed and there was no way of knowing what to do, the wrong train track blew up, the wrong section was tagged with explosives. A lot of people died and it was way too messy for Tommy to deal with, he had to be more discreet these days and the deaths of multiple children on his hands didn't help his insomnia. You didn't know that this was your husband's reason for his distance lately and Tommy didn't want to burden you with the information.

November

Your demeanor towards Tommy completely changed when you walked into your shared bedroom and Tommy was there with a solemn look on his face. He might have been crying, you were one of the only people Tom felt comfortable enough to cry with. This was bad because he was hardly home and when he was he was working, he was begging for help.

"How's your day been, Tom?" You asked, slowly approaching him after shutting the door.

"Ah… it was so and so." his gaze didn't reach any higher than the ground.

"What about this week? You seem preoccupied." You knew that prying wasn't always the best but he was more likely to open up to you than anyone else.

"A lot, so many things." Tommy's voice was low and quiet, he was holding back a tear, straining his eyes till it hurt. He knew after his distance he couldn't beg for attention.

Sitting down next to Tommy you put a hand over the top of one of his that rested on his knee. You both sat like that for a while in silence, a mute sign of support from you and it made Tommy have to clench his jaw. He wanted to tell you how much he loved you and how much your support did but he couldn't stomach even a few words, so emotion wasn't really showing.

"Thank you," Tommy whispered and you smiled softly. placing a kiss on his shoulder through his shirt.

The next morning you rolled over and were presented with the same empty side of the bed you'd become accustomed to. A wave of numbness cane over you, you sighed and rolled back over onto your side. Insecurities started to overload your brain and you couldn't shut out the ones about Tommy's affair- suspected affair. You knew the Shelby family, the men especially and you knew their business trips. Or even when you weren't around, if Tommy wanted sex you wouldn't put it past him to have it with anyone.

Whilst your insecurities weren't completely right, the real situation was much more complicated. Tommy had cheated on you numerous times over the last year, he had begun using opiates multiple times a week. Tommy selfishly kept this from you to have even the smallest shred of normality between you even if it was essentially built on lies.

When you coexisted normally, you knew everything about the Shelby business as Tommy valued your input. But, recently there had been no conversations between you that lasted longer than a few sentences. Tommy didn't have the mental strength to fill in all the gaps where he fucked random people, it was easier to make you think he hated you.

After opening up to you in your bedroom, Tommy disappeared from the house for weeks. No one would tell you where he was and you gave up trying, every day was the same and nothing felt right anymore. You just wanted normality again, you'd do anything for the sense of dread every waking moment gave you or the anxiety that sent your stomach into knots every time a door opened, in case it was Tommy coming back to ignore you even more.

February

One morning you were smoking a cigarette sitting on the steps at the front of the house, one of your household cats sitting at your feet. Your months existing without Tommy were slowly getting better, you'd bought more cats to keep your company and stopped taking house guests. The cost of trying not to miss your husband was shutting everyone out. Walking back inside you went into the library and stared outside by the window sill.

Tommy was consumed with self-hatred and worry about you, he knew that you would deal with the time separated as well as he was. But without being able to divorce, he knew you would be happier not knowing all the shit he'd done behind your back.

When he was around you he didn't feel like he could be honest anymore, he was too far in. Tommy feared you'd find someone else but even considering that made a wave of anger rise up inside him that he couldn't control.

He stood up in the house he bought in London and threw every glass he could find at the wall. He continued these familiar behaviours until glass littered the house. Tommy drank himself to sleep in his office and passed out in his chair, drunk on how he loved you and how he was so unworthy.

June

You had started going out on the weekends with a women's issues committee of young twenty-somethings who kept each other safe. It was the first loosely structured community you'd been a part of since school, you felt that you could do anything. You still had no idea where Tommy was so taking a trip to London didn't seem like something that should worry you. Having no idea Tommy was also in London at that time, you and your group made your way to a club.

A few hours earlier Tommy was on the way to that same club as he'd been alerted you were in town and planned to go there. He, Arthur and John sat at a private booth, the barman was instructed to inform the group when you arrived. Tommy wanted to see you and also make sure you were protected, he didn't trust anyone enough other than himself. He had a thought that made his stomach drop that you would sleep with someone else, it wouldn't be like you but after having no contact for months it wouldn't be fair for Tommy to assume anything.

The moment you walked in, Tommy didn't need to be told, he saw you and you were magnificent. He didn't realise how much he had missed your presence until that moment. None of this was registering on his face as he took another drag from his cigarette, but now all they had to do was drink and wait.

After a few drinks, you were light on your feet and dancing with lots of people in the club, it had huge ceilings and multiple floors with endless amounts of bars and balconies. You made eye contact with a handsome man who took an interest in you, after dancing together for a while his hand made its way onto your waist. He bought you a drink, he might have told you his name but you didn't care much, you just wanted a distraction and for him to stop with the pleasantries and get on with it. You hurried the connection along by laughing at all his jokes that weren't funny, touching his arm more than usual and letting your hand rest on his arm.

He looked down at you with desire in his eyes and you returned it with a doe-eyed expression you knew worked on any man you'd tried it with. Suddenly he took your arm and slowly led you toward the staircase. Heading upstairs you looked so elegant walking up the grand stairs with your fingers grazing the marble bannister. This almost felt right, you felt the centre of attention even if everyone wasn't looking and you thrived. For a moment the alcohol and the snow made Tommy a forgotten thought and you only thought about where the next drink was coming from. When you got upstairs the man bought you a sweet-tasting cocktail and you went out to the balcony.

Watching you walk up the stairs made Tommy hold back every urge he had to run up to you and kiss you, spin you around and make you feel as special as you did on your wedding day. But that wouldn't happen anymore, things were different, he did this. After you were definitely out of sight Tommy, Arthur and John made their way upstairs with everyone moving out of their way as soon as they saw them. All three of them got a whisky from the bar before splitting up on that floor. Tommy leant against a window and chinned his whisky, he went to pull out his cigarette case but it wasn't in his pocket. It was probably for the best, even the nicotine wasn't calming him down like you could.

The man was boring, he was talking about his job or something and you weren't focussing, just smiling and nodding as he failed to ask you a single question. The tipsy facade was slowly fading so you excused yourself to get a drink. Walking out through the balcony's sheer curtains you headed to the bar and noticed something, a memorable cigarette case. When you picked it up and turned it over, inscribed was 'TS' and your heart dropped.

"I wouldn't touch that miss, it's Mr Shelby's" the bartender mentioned to you and you smiled thankfully, looking around for any sign of your husband.

Tommy had been watching you from a few yards away with his lips slightly parted, some part of him wanted to run up to you and some part of him wanted to kill everyone who came near you. He opted for the second, Tommy, Arthur and John moved in on the man whose name you didn't remember. He was dead fairly swiftly and quietly and Tommy knew he had to leave fairly quickly now.

You knew your husband was here, you didn't know where but he was here. So understanding that he was probably watching you, you went back down the stairs and waited at the base of them at a table that was slightly hidden. You hoped he was here, you hated yourself for thinking it but as you held his cigarette case tightly you knew who really pulled the strings. Picking up one of Tommy's cigarettes and smelling the familiar scent was enough to make you weep but you showed no reaction and stayed blank.

Tommy had lost sight of you and noticed his cigarette case was no longer at the bar. All three of the brothers straightened their clothes before heading off down the stairs, Tommy had never felt so fucking angry in a while. He wanted to rip the man who touched you apart, limb by limb- but there hadn't been time for that. He needed to get out of here without you seeing any sign of him even though Tommy was aware you probably knew he was here. His wife was just as clever if not more than Tommy, you understood him which made you a great deal more dangerous.

"Now after seven months, I didn't think I'd be the one watching you," You stepped to the base of the staircases Tommy hit the ground floor and he was stunned into silence for a moment.

"Don't act like a child," He shot back maliciously. It caught you off guard but you soon gained your composure,

"Oh, I hardly think I'm the child here when I had no intentions on eve thinking about you before I saw you. You seem to be.." You gestured to John and Arthur "Keeping watch of me, not your best idea to lose this," Pulling out the cigarette case Tommy sighed.

"I have to go," Tommy went to leave but you held his arm and wouldn't let him go.

"We are talking, now or fucking never, Tommy." You were the sternest you'd ever been with him because you were so fucking tired of pretending that he was a good partner.

Tommy's heart was pounding out of his chest, John and Arthur went to the bar and it left him standing in front of you with no defence, he couldn't speak because he didn't know what to say. He took you to another private booth and shut all windows and doors as Tommy turned around to say something he felt your palm collide with his cheek.

"You fucking bastard." The malice in your voice made Tommy's head hurt.

"What the fuck-"

"Seven months!" you paused, "Seven fucking months, Tommy. You just discarded me and-"

"You're hyper-focusing on yourself when this impacts all of us." Tommy was trying to find any sense of control in the situation.

"Focussing on myself would be a fucking dream, Tommy because all I can do is think about you and your fucking hold you have on me." You ran your hands through your hair and lit a cigarette. A silence fell between you.

"What were you planning to do with him?" Tommy broke the peaceful break.

"Anything I fucking pleased is what, you don't own me and you don't get to control my-" Suddenly Tommy pinned you against the wall forcefully and was inches from your face.

"You don't control this the way you think you do," Tommy's hand snaked onto your waist and you bit the inside of your cheek to hide the way you had missed his touch.

You pushed against him but he put more pressure into holding you against the wall, getting been closer to your face. You didn't know if you wanted to kiss him, you couldn't decide.

"Can I at least sit down?" You offered and as he loosened his grip you reached into your pocket and brought out two small snuffboxes. Tommy looked surprised but took the box when you offered it. You didn't expect to be getting on a coke high with your husband today, but nothing really went to plan in your relationship with Tommy that was mostly downs.

The coke made you both more communicative than you'd been in months, even if it was all angry and jealous nonsense. Tommy couldn't stop thinking about you with someone else and you couldn't stop thinking about how Tommy abandoned you.

"Why did you give up so easily?" You asked whilst staring up at the ceiling.

"I didn't give up, I left because I thought it was the right thing to do for us and for you because I only make things worse. I don't think the amount of love I have for you can overpower all the bad things I did." Tommy hurried over his words

"Woah," you paused "that coke is having an interesting effect on you..."

"Fuck off," Tommy muttered.

"What are the bad things you did?" You asked timidly.

"I don't want to talk about it." Tommy sniffed another line and lay back in his chair.

You both existed together in peace for a few hours and both of you felt a certain degree of comfort within the silence. Tommy wanted to say everything going on in his brain right now, how he felt about you but, if he couldn't be honest when he was drunk he wasn't going to be when he was high. Thomas didn't know why he couldn't talk about a single thing with you but was so terrified of what you'd think whenever he wanted to open up.

"I'm going to leave now, Tom. I can't make sense of any of this... and I think you need to find a way too tell me before it's too late. l be back at the house from this weekend." You paused and stared up at Tommy looking for something in his eyes.

"I'll be in London for a bit longer," be replied sadly and your stomach dropped a bit.

"If I'm not at the house I'll probably be gone for a bit as well, Ive been staying with my sister." You lied through your teeth too see if it would make anything happen for Tommy. He said nothing, he was unable to think of anything good that might change your perspective.

"I'm going to leave now." as you stood up, Tommy's eye-line wouldn't even reach you. You were hurt and confused, having no idea how Tommy's brain was working recently.

"I'll see you when I'm back in Birmingham." Tommy said gruffly still looking down. You thought he would look you in the eye as you left but he didn't, you got yourself looking presentable and went for the door. Tommy touched your hand as you went past his chair and you stopped, looking down at him as he gripped your hand closely.

"You can't just hide from me. Regardless of what you've done eventually you'll have to stop hiding down South, the longer you wait the worse it'll get. I'm not saying this means I'll forgive you, but I'll never trust you again if you don't tell me everything." You slowly took your hand out of his grasp and walked out.

Tommy wanted to die. He racked up a few more lines using the side of his business card from his wallet. Being awake and consciously aware of his decisions was crushing him relentlessly. He knew you were right but that didn't mean anything because you would still hate him eventually. It was inevitable. He could feel how hard his heart was beating when he touched your hand and it was the most in love with you he had been in months, everything hit at the same time and he realised how much he missed being near you.

[seeingteacupsindragons]

What are your thoughts on the Yuumori lighthouse/ship at sea imagery, considering that Sherlock and Liam met on a literal ship. Also, considering the fact that the Noatic was probably based of the Titanic, which was supposed to be unsinkable, how do you think the way the ship imagery is used now reflects character progression?

Well, this post wasn't just a joke. I do think it's really interesting how the authors warped the way people normally view a fire/water contrast and turned it into something reaching out to each other and two parts of the same story and the same whole instead of oppositional forces.

Of course, they've been doing that with their entire characters and the entire story the entire time, so it makes sense they'd do it with William and Sherlock's elemental motifs.

As for going all the way back to The Noahtic, let's actually take it back just a touch further: William's introductory chapter ended in fire and his rebirth in flames like a little phoenix, but also because fire is so strongly associated with all parts of him.

And so when Sherlock is introduced, it's surrounded by water so wholly Liam couldn't escape it if he tried--that's sort of how cruise ships work. And Sherlock's first arc On His Own shouldering the narrative himself was characterized by an awful lot of rain. I mean, it's London, but we don't actually see tons of rain most of the time. We see Sherlock get soaked in A Study in 'S', and that's about it for rain.

(There's also some fun things about how in A Scandal in the British Empire, Adler got soaked to the bone so badly that Sherlock had to loan her dry clothing, but later we see Bond singed with ash from a fire in The Final Problem. Good stuff)

Anyway, as most motifs, what they mean in a story really depends on how an author wants to portray it. And Fire and Water are both so well-worn ones that there's a millions ways those could be taken. Fire is heat and warmth and life and rage and anger and comfort and passion and love and light and uncontrollability and danger and purification and destruction and rebirth and incineration, and William is...all of those things. Water is tumult and chaos and danger and endless, unknowable depths and relentlessness and life and safety and peace and clarity and understanding and purity and cleansing and soothing and rebirth and baptism, and...Sherlock is all of those things.

And if you note those long lists, there's a lot of overlap between the two despite how oppositional they seem. Fire can evaporate water. Water can extinguish flame.

But this is fire and water, and you wanted lighthouse and ship.

I think what it really did with this new image is taking William's raging fire and putting it to a specific purpose. It has a calling and a use and a need. It's a signal of safety and shore. And a ship is something fighting through the tumult of water while using it to its own advantage, something which brings a fire what it needs to sustain itself all alone.

Ships and lighthouses need each other.

But it's also yet another twist--if Sherlock is the darkness of sea and ship, than William is the light of fire and shore. Sherlock is the one who presented that idea--William has always said the opposite, but it puts William as Sherlock's light, too.

The Titanic, ironically enough, was destroyed by ice (and carelessness and various other things). Water, without the warmth of fire to keep it liquid. Perhaps that could have been what Sherlock became without the fire in his life, who knows.

But I just like how their elemental motifs keep on giving and are being made full use of as the characters themselves reinterpret what they mean to themselves and to each other. Those ideas mean what they need them to mean. And those ideas change as they change as characters.

I don't know if I properly answered your question. I feel like I went off on several tangents here. Feel free to try again if I fucked up.

[antique-forvalaka]

KinnPorsche and the Use of Colour

Episode 1; The Intersection of Kinn and Porsche

(For the usual disclaimer please see part 1, and there’s also a part 2)

This time we’re finally getting to the more interesting bits, or in other words: We’ll finally get to talk about Green!

As far as I can tell green is used most often in dangerous situations, and/or whenever danger is imminent, which is very interesting. Fair warning though, there will be a lot of overlap between Blue and Green, some instances will very clearly be Green, others may be more turquoise, and thus more blue, so take the following with a grain of salt.

I don’t think at this point it will be necessary to talk about colour meanings for green, since it doesn’t seem to directly be connected to one single character. However! Green is created if you mix Blue (Porsche’s Colour) and Yellow (or Gold; Kinn’s Colour) and since the show often uses it to denominate dangerous situations it’s quite clear that it’s going to be dangerous for Porsche to join Kinn’s world. On the other hand we could also say that what brings those two together in the first place is also danger. It is the bridge to connect Kinn and Porsche. Not to mention Porsche will, as Kinn’s future bodyguard, quite literally be subjected to a lot of danger on his behalf.

Also significant is that Green isn't a colour traditionally associated with danger, so it's possible its association could change in the course of their growing relationship as well!

Here they meet for the first time, in a predominantly blue lit room, but there’s also quite a bit of green light behind the old bartop as the thugs prepare to attack.

The moment Kinn kicks Porsche away again to save him from being shot is also predominantly lit in green, as seen here (forgive the bad screencap, the action just moves too fast...).

But let’s go back a bit first. During Kinn’s meeting with the italian mafioso we can also clearly see a dividing line in the background, in the form of the wall giving way to the window. Kinn himself is sitting in front of a wall lit in a warmer yellow, taking up only a third of the frame, whereas both the middleman and our foreign contact are backlit by the window and the greenish cityscape. We have a clear power dynamic here. Kinn is the underdog, he’s in danger during this tense exchange. The visual storytelling suggests that he is on the backfoot, which makes his eventual triumph all the more impressive.

Here we see Kinn fleeing through the subway tunnel to escape his pursuers, again the way is lit in a blue-ish green. I think the green is more subtle here, with a stronger blue influence. Personally i’d still classify this as turquoise but i could also understand people who believe this to be closer to blue. After all, we are getting closer to Porsche again.

Ah, I adore this shot! Kinn is still in the subway, surrounded by blue/green, and yet the wall directly behind him is painted in his own Gold. And we even know that this one was definitely deliberate, since we get a nice mention in the BTS of the first episode that the walls had to be specifically repainted!

So Kinn is losing ground, he tries to take a stand but is ultimately forced to move out of the Gold backdrop, and by extension away from the relative safety of his bodyguards, into the unknown. The surroundings are washed out in turquoise again; his powerbase is clearly corrupted by the blue light into a filthy green-ish hue.

Much later, after Porsche has saved Kinn, we are also treated to this small moment, in which Porsche is giving Kinn’s watch to his uncle in order to sell it. In hindsight we already know that this is a bad idea (not only because his uncle isn’t trustworthy but also because this is likely partly what allowed Kinn to locate Porsche in the first place) but it is nonetheless interesting to see the watch reflect back green light the moment it changes hand. To be honest, the likelihood that this is deliberate is debatable. But if it is, wow, what an eye for details!

I also feel obligated to mention that the uncle is wearing a beige shirt just offscreen here.

Because in this shot he has switched to green. Here we can even observe all our colours so far. Porsche is standing at a crossroads, him and his uncle are still lit in soft blue light, but his uncle literally spells danger with his green shirt, while above Porsche’s head we can see the green light of an exit sign. The right half of the scene however is lit up in orange/gold instead.

Porsche has to make a choice here. Will he stay true to his family, even his corrupted uncle? Will he try to pack his bags and flee, like Porschay suggests later, even though this could invite even more danger by leaving his debts open? Or what about taking a step out of his own comfort zone and into Kinn’s world of organized crime? I really don’t envy him the decision tbh.

 By the way, during the scenes in the underground fight club we have a lot of flashing lights, mostly Red, Yellow, and Green. But the fight at the end where Porsche has to fight a much stronger opponent is predominantly lit in green. I originally didn’t want to include this, since we have a lot of changing lights here anyways, but after some thought i’ve decided it’s still significant enough.

And lastly there are also these scenes of Porsche with his uncle, in front of his house. The windows are lit up in a light blue. This is the scene after Porsche just gave his Uncle the watch to pawn off, he is optimistic about the chances to keep the house. Put differently, the inside is lit blue as a sign of it being his, of being safe.

Later we see the house again, though this time in a much more neutral lighting. I’m not quite sure on what direction to take this to be honest. It could be that these family scenes seem to just be in a more neutral shade altogether, as long as nothing significant(ie. threatening) is being foreshadowed. But I also feel like the windows in the latter shot are corrupted by a slight green tint as well. At this point the uncle has already pawned off the watch, and probably also already reinvested/gambled away the money. The safety and domesticity of this scene is therefore a sham, a pleasant fantasy that can’t hold for long.

 And on that depressing note I will have to pause this mini series until we have more material after the next episode! We do have at least one colour left, which we have not seen enough conclusive evidence of for me to confidently assign a meaning to. So more colour theory will have to wait until, at the very least, the start of next week.

But in the meantime I hope this little series has been enjoyable, and that I could show a glimpse of how much thought must have been put even into the more subtle aspects of cinematography!

Find more KinnPorsche colour analyis here:

Major Players: Porsche

Major Players: Kinn

Kinn’s Colour: A revision

Episode 2; Significant Scenes

Extra: Hidden Messages YT Video

Episode 3; Significant Scenes (+Tankhun)

Episode 4; Significant Scenes

Episode 5; Significant Scenes

Extra: Hidden Messages YT Video

Obligatory shout-out to my Meta friends @moerusai , @fractured-ice and @luckydragon10​ (if you haven’t already, also give her analysis of the Lines of Power in the first episode a look!)

[rabidwerewolfie]

"Why do you need to get a large group of people together? Answer you don't"

Because it's what people do. A small group or family can probably do fine, but humans are herd animals and like to socialize. Also "there's safety in numbers" is a natural instinct. So unless you practice some form of isolation, you're going to get a mass of people together.

"The first thing they do actually is build a home and figure out how to be sustained and profit from the land"

I know reality TV is NOT reality, but it's the most convenient example I can think of at this moment. SO!! On shows like Survivor or Naked And Fearless, you throw strangers together. The first thing they do is figure out who is in charge, even if it's only for the moment, THEN they work on shelter.

It's not always democratic, either, sometimes it's just the first person to speak up and go "Ok, so here's what we need to do." Hell, I've even seen it in my own neighborhood. We have a neighborhood association, not QUITE a HOA but something along those lines. When something needs to be done, whether it's clearing trees after a hurricane or planning a holiday event, the first order of business is figuring out who is in charge. Everything else follows form there.

"Being in charge is only a lot of work if you are too involved in things you have no business being involved in."

Once again, going to use the example of my neighborhood assoc. The president of our association is very busy with work, family issues, and is NOT in the best of health, but because he's the one in charge, he's also expected to be available any time anyone needs ANYTHING.

He helps maintain our dirt roads, so he also has to run the tractor. He's mostly a live and let live type of guy, the type you WANT in charge, not a nosy busybody who likes to powertrip on micromanaging, but he's still pretty busy with (pardon the term) governing affairs. And we're a pretty small community with half the population being snowbirds who aren't even around for most of the year.

"Without a government I don't need to make sure a leader is "having all their needs met" so their decisions will be good because their decisions wont drastically and negatively impact my life if they are bad. Sorry but meeting all the needs of a leader is some slave cult leader shit."

True. But you know it's what happens anyway. YOU PERSONALLY may not see the value of keeping the leader, whatever title he or she wears, free from mundane distractions, but it's still part of the power creep. "How can I be effective if I have to spend SO much time worrying about keeping my lights on and my kids fed? I need these needs met before I can focus on making sure our community thrives." And so people will contribute towards his electric bill or bring him food, and the next thing you know, it goes from being a favor to an expectation that no one bothers to question.

Don't insult my intelligence by saying it never happens that way just because YOU would resist it and tell him to get a job like any normal slob. It's not brain-washing, it's how traditions form. Good and bad.

"Everything you said after we're a quarralsome bunch is only true under the state. Because we have been brainwashed into believing the state is an arbiter and solver of all our problems…and because the state restricts us from our own conflict resolution people have come to think of the state as customer service but for people."

Blood feuds are not a product of Big Government. Wars are not a government exclusive activity. We ALL know about the Hatfields and the McCoys, don't we? Hell, even Chimpanzees have been discovered to wage war on each other.

Mob justice can work in some cases, but then you hang an innocent person. Everyone feels guilty about it. Someone says "Hey, we need a way to keep this from ever happening again."

Our current situation did not pop up overnight like mushrooms after a rain storm, it happens step by step. A little at a time over time until you get SOME form of government. It comes from ordinary people demanding SOMETHING be done about SOME situation they don't like.

Do I think people SHOULD be free to govern themselves n whatever manner they choose? Yes. Absolutely. And if you can find a way to do that, great! But Anarchy as a system is simply not sustainable with a large population. Which CURRENTLY EXISTS!! If you're not for population reduction then you have to deal with what is, not what you wish existed.

So even if you could snap your fingers and magically make every single politicization, bureaucrat, member of royalty, and every other authority figure poof into nonexistence and make people forget that they were ever part of such a social hierarchy while changing nothing else that you didn't want changed, how long do you think it would take before SOMEONE rises right back into power through whatever means?

How do you convince people they don't want this individual in power if he or she happens to be some sort of respected figure seen as wise and benevolent? "You can rule yourself." doesn't work against "Sure, but so and so makes a lot of sense. I'll take their advice." Which eventually evolves into "We have to listen to So and So because they know better."

Yes, there are some people who are more independent minded and should be allowed to do their own thing but most people simply are not.

The rest of your points basically fall under the same answers.

Conservatives: "I believe in government because I don't have faith in people. Which is why I want a government made up of people I have no faith in to have control over things they would not have without the state."

See I mock but it's actually worse than that, it's not just that it makes no sense to not believe people can take care of themselves but to believe they can take care of a government that takes care of everyone...that would be stupid enough....but the government is actively made up of the worst of the worst people. The dumbest, most psychotic and sociopathic mother fuckers in the world run every government in the world. And they support that because they have no faith that you are too incompetent and shitty to be trusted with freedom. And of course they beleive all of this while also believing they support freedom.

[sarilolla]

Alright….I think Nick Nack deserves some love.

So….nick name fluff as a writing request. Anything from hurt comfort to just maybe bee making me feel wanted ( since you can tell he doesn’t feel that way)

So sorry this took so long, but school has been/still is a lot recently, so thank you for your patience :)

Decided to go for those more subtle hints of care, even if it is also pretty straightforward. This one-shot is set in my Bee au, but not specified exactly when. Enjoy!

Request - 884 words

No needed TW

Summary:

Poems, tea, and safety. What a great combination.

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One line. One line was what he had been stuck at for hours. Another poem to add to many others, but he still wanted it to be perfect. He would even settle for good!

Nick knew he didn’t have to stress with this, he was just writing to enjoy himself after all. Ever since he came to live here, in a safe environment, and without that demon attached to him, he could do whatever art form he wanted to and actually enjoy it.

And yet, he got an art block. It was terrible, truly terrible.

“Hey, Nick?” A soft knock on his door, Bee’s voice chimed through, “Are you doing alright?”

She waited until she heard a “come in”, always so respectful of when she could and couldn’t enter his room, or anyone else's for that matter.

“You’ve been away for an awfully long time, so I just wanted to see if you wanted something to drink or anything?”

She smiled at him, putting a gentle hand on his shoulder as she peeked over at his work.

“No, I don’t need anything.”

His voice was bitter, and he stuttered a bit, realizing how it sounded like he was angry with Bee. He didn’t want that. Luckily, she just chuckled a little, not taking offense.

“Writer’s block, huh?”

“Yes! I am stuck on this one line. It won’t go anywhere!”

He put his head in his hands, letting out a dramatic sigh, causing Bee to giggle again.

“Don’t laugh at my misery.”

“Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to.” She smiled at him, and he knew she had meant no harm.

He let her read through the writing piece, “Sorry, Nicky, but I don’t think I can help with this. I’m no writer.”

She patted his head, “Maybe you need a tiny break? I know when I get a block on how to work something out, a tea or coffee break always helps.”

“I- Alright… Care to bring me some tea?”

“Will do.”

Staring down his unfished poem again, he waited the few minutes it took for Bee to come back.

“Here you go. I got you mint tea, cuz I remembered that’s your favorite.”

“Oh. Thank you. I didn’t think you would care enough to remember…”

He sipped his tea, surprised at how appalled Bee looked at that.

“Of course, I would. I gotta make sure I have what you and the others like, even if I think I have to cut back on how much coffee Riley is getting recently… Point is, I want you to have what you like.”

That was… still confusing to him. He had realized by now that Bee wanted them to live a good life, but had he truly realized it? Sure, his eye was unstuck, he could freely move his arms again, and he had legs, but that was things she had done to all the puppets.

But… Remembering that his favorite tea was mint? Always restocking his paints and other materials when asked? It was the little things.

“Thank you, Bee. Really.”

“Of course. You look like you needed a break.”

“Not just that. Just… everything.”

She took his free hand and squeezed it lightly. They went silent, the only noise being the ticking of the clock. No words were needed, not even the ones he could write down in the unfinished poem that was still laying on his desk, mocking him for his inability to write anything more.

Another sip of his tea, letting out a relaxed sigh and putting the cup down.

“You know, you don’t have to do the poem if you’re stuck on it.”

“I know, but I should. Once I have powered through one, the rest will flow, I just know it!”

“Alright, if you say so. Just don’t overwhelm yourself, Nick,” she gave him a light kiss on his forehead, a gesture he had come to associate with her, as she did it with them all, all those she considered family.

“I will try not to.”

“Gonna have to believe you on that one, Nicky, but if you do feel the pressure start to rise, come find me. I’ll be downstairs and making dinner.”

She left the room, leaving him with a warm feeling that wasn’t just from the warm tea still standing on his desk. She had closed the door behind her, knowing he liked to work in as much peace as possible.

It really was those little things, huh, that made the difference. Back at the studio, even if he knew the others cared about him and he cared about them, it was still that hint of always expecting something back, never fully trusting each other. Here they could, thanks to one human who cared.

Here he could get mint tea, his door being closed was always respected, and just the fact he was checked on when they had only been apart for a couple of hours. Sure, the others had checked on him, and he checked on them, but back then time was a blur. Had it been hours or days? It didn’t always matter.

He decided not to dwell on it, finishing his tea. It was safe here. Perhaps that should be the driving point of this poem. With new motivation and inspiration, he started writing again.

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I don't know if mint tea would be his favorite, but it just fit the vibe.

[tragic-shadows]

Frozen Waters (ch3)

A/N: Yeahhhh alright so this has kinda become a sloanexreaderxgibbs. Don’t ask how because I sure as heck have no idea. Angst, lots of it in this chapter. If you are coming just for the gibbsxreader, i would suggest reading the other chapters first but it could probably be a stand alone.

Word Count: 1978

Warnings: some blood, hospital scene

Previous Chapters: 1  2

It wasn’t until around nine that Gibbs came back. You had been itching to do something, calling the hospital every 20 minutes but there was still no update on Sloane, she was still in surgery. Turns out the crash had ruptured an artery but they stopped the bleeding.

“Kay,” Gibbs said, sticking his head in the door. “Let’s go. Jack got out of surgery ten minutes ago.” 

You don’t hesitate, following him out. “Can I ask you something?” You stare out the window, avoiding Gibbs.

“Shoot.” 

“Do you even care?“

“What Y/N?”

“About Jack. Do you care? Because I found myself having a mental breakdown the five hours you were gone hoping and praying that she would be ok. And what do you do? Nothing. I haven’t seem you demanding answers or barking orders or getting heated!”

“Cause you weren’t at the office.” Gibbs turns into the hospital parking lot. “I do care. More than you know.”

“Wait-“ you whisper. “Are you and her..?”

That would certainly explain the looks and the way they always understood each other. Maybe how— “No.” Gibbs breaks you out of his thoughts, still looking for a parking space. “We tried. Didn’t work.”

“Oh. Why not?” Now you’re just curious.

Gibbs shrugs. “Could tell she was interested in another guy. Couldn’t tell who though.” He gets a space and shuts off the car. You burst out of your seat, walking as fast as you could without slipping. 

“I need the room number for Jaqueline Sloane,” you demand the lady at the front desk, showing your credentials.

She nods, giving you the number and the floor. At this point you had left Gibbs behind and were strutting your way to the stairs, knowing it would be faster than the elevator. You took tentative steps when you got to the door of her room, afraid of what you would find after opening the door. The door clicked open, making you jump.

“Sorry, dear. Didn’t know you were waiting,” the nurse smiled kindly. 

“How is she?” You ask.

“Alive. That’s a miracle. Whoever the agent who pulled her from the waters was saved her life, a minute or two more and she wouldn’t be here.” She checked something on her clipboard. “I need to see ID for you to get in, safety measures. Are you a friend or family?” 

You realized how unprofessional you looked in your sweatpants and Navy t-shirt. “Special Agent Y/L/N.”

The nurse’s eyes go wide. “You were the one who saved her!” She exclaimed. “Yes, go on in.” She cracks open the door and you thank her, stepping into the dimly lit room.

There were beeping monitors and blinking lights. Oh how you hated hospitals. 

But you were here for Jack. 

She was asleep, under layers of blankets. IV’s were stuck in her arm and other tubes down her throat. 

“Hey,” you say, for lack of anything better. Pulling over a chair you sit down next to her. “You know, I cant stand hospitals. The smell and everything associated with them.” You take her hand and rub it softly. “You shouldn’t have left me like that, you know? I’m sorry for um.. the way you left? I shouldn’t have touched you like that.” You turn around at the sound of the door opening again. “Oh hey Gibbs. Sorry for leaving you I just had to-“

“Yeah, figured. That’s why I didn’t chase ya’.” He looked her up and down before shaking his head. “I’ll give ya’ some time.” 

“No, no. It’s okay, thanks though. I’ll come back in when you’re done.”

“Y/N.” Gibbs says right before you leave, like he’s just remembered something. “In the car in the back, flowers. Forgot to get bring em’ in.”

“Yeah, of course.” You shut the door and silently scold yourself for not thinking of getting her a card or a balloon or something. She probably wouldn’t be awake for at least a day or two, but it would be there when she was. 

After grabbing the roses and coming back upstairs, you remembered something in your bag. You’d grabbed some of Jack’s favorite chocolate out of your desk, hoping to apologize to her for your “red light” behavior. You tapped on the door lightly and stuck your head in, Gibbs was just standing by the bed. It didn’t look like he had moved, nor said a word since you had left.

“You ok?” You ask him. You get a twitch of the head in response as he takes the flowers and sets them in an already filled vase. “Got some chocolate,” you say, putting it down next to the flowers. 

“How’d you do it?” Gibbs asks. “How’d you jump in the water like that? I woulda hesitated, know it.” 

You shrug, sitting back down in the chair, Gibbs on the other side of the bed as you held Jack’s hand again. It was kind of scary seeing the strong woman so vulnerable. “I don’t know to be honest. I know she would have done the same for me.” 

“Earlier ya’ asked me if Jack and I had something. Do you?”

“I don’t think so?” You begin. 

“You don’t have anything but ya’ like her, a lot. Don’t you? Saw the way you looked when Tony said they were after her. Not like a friend.”

You stand up and grab your bag, shaking your head. “It’s getting late. We’ve been here awhile. Can we come back tomorrow?”

Gibbs sighs, putting his hand on your back and leading you out. “My house?”

You nod.

“You’re still shaky.” 

“I’m probably gonna be shaky for awhile. Okay to grab some stuff from my apartment before we get to your house.”

“Mhm.”

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You should have been happy that you were okay, grateful that Jack was alive, but gathering a few things from your house you felt neither of those things. All you felt was an unfillable emptiness in your stomach. You felt like everything was being ripped away from you. 

“Chinese?” Gibbs asks when you slide back into the truck.

“Not hungry,” you reply, trying not to let him hear the lump that was forming in your throat. 

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?” You feel tears welling in our eyes.

“Breathe.”

“Okay,” you smile through the pain, but it doesn’t last long. You turn your head and face the window, watching the street lights go by. You cry silently, tears that no one will ever hear you shed. 

Arriving at Gibbs house, you take your bag upstairs and toss it on the bed. You weren’t planning on changing but the smell of hospital still lingered on you clothes. Instead, you changed into a pair of loose shorts and a Metallica t-shirt. It was old and faded, but it was one that you had “accidentally” stolen from Jack a few months ago. Climbing into the bed you buried yourself under the covers, letting your tears fall. 

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After awhile you realized there was no way sleep would come to you. You padded downstairs and into the basement, seeing that Gibbs wasn’t on the couch.

“Hey,” you whisper, taking a stool by the workbench. 

“Bourbon?” He offers, pouring bolts out of a mason jar. 

“Yeah why not.” You take it from him and down it in just a few gulps, loving the way it burned your throat. You realize by the way he’s moving that he’s probably already drunk so it wouldn’t hurt.

“What’s up?” Gibbs put down his sandpaper and leaned up against the table. “You think it’s your fault.”

“How did you- right. Because you’re Gibbs and you know everything.” You pour more bourbon and down it just like the last glass. “Before she left, we were in her office, talking about the case. Going over files, you know how it is. She looked at me and.. and I f’d up. I did something I probably shouldn’t have done and she left, angry. If I hadn’t have done that she wouldn’t be laying unconscious right now.”

“Don’t know that. Guy coulda gotten her whenever and wherever. Duck profiled, found some suspects. All pretty bad guys.” Gibbs puts his arm around you and places a soft kiss on your forehead. “I don’t think ya’ made her angry, whatever you did. Insult her artwork again?”

You turn away, trying to pull out of his touch, even thought it was comforting. “No. She looked at me, and I- I looked at her. And I touched her and I shouldn’t have and I’m sorry because I know rule 12 but I honestly thought there was something there.” You choke on your words, taking a drink from your fourth glass of alcohol. “This is all my fault Gibbs.” You turn back to him, tears staining your shirt.

“Shh, it’s ok.” He takes a piece of your hair and tucks it behind your ear, cupping your chin. “It’s not your fault.” He holds you tight letting you cry as he rubs your back. “We should go to bed.”

You reluctantly pull away, staring at his blue eyes. You reach up and touch his hand on your face, letting him pull his closer to yours. “I need you right now,” you whisper, smelling the drinks on your tongue.

“You sure?” He asks, wanting complete consent before doing anything. “You’re drunk,” he slurs out.

“So are you,” you answer, pulling his lips into yours. 

You wanted release from all the guilt and pain you were feeling, even if your actions tonight would only cause more suffering in the morning.

His hands roamed your body and your lips roamed his. You’d never had a crush on your boss, but this was starting to make you reconsider. He pushed you up the stairs and into the bedroom you were staying in, getting you all the way into bed before you both collapsed, panting, somehow you both managed to keep your clothes on. Although you weren’t one for one night stands anyway. 

In your drunken state you watched him sleep, the way he breathed in and out and how his mouth twitched like he was dreaming something pleasant. Sleep only brought you nightmares, however. 

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The moon shone down on the water as you were unable to move, simply watching Sloane’s lifeless body float along the river. 

“Y/N!” She cried. “Save me! Help me!” 

But you couldn’t move. You just watched her bleed out, watched her be pulled under by the current. Blood seeped up the snow, staining your hands red as you kneeled over her lifeless body. 

The next scene you were sitting in the NCIS morgue. Ducky loomed over your shoulder as the team looked onto the table, all dressed in black. She was looking right at you, with her cold and lifeless eyes. 

Again it switched and you were alone in a cemetery, rain sprinkling on the newly dug earth. Sloane stood across from you, on the other side of her own casket. Not unlike how you and Gibbs stood over her hospital bed.

“You’re an idiot, Y/N. Thinking I would care about you the way you care about me?” She scoffs and sends herself into a witch-like laugh. “You really are such a child.” she snarls. “You did this Y/N. You killed me. You. You killed me!” She roars, reaching for you across the open grave.

You awoke with a scream, grasping at whatever semblance of life you could find. The sun was streaking through the windows and you remember nothing of the night before You were alone in bed and the other side was made up tidy. 

Gibbs rushed into your room with his gun at the ready, only putting it away when he realized you were alone. 

“Hey, hey, it’s ok.” He set a cup of water in your hands, making you drink. After you did so, you promptly rushed to the bathroom, heaving out all of last nights mistakes.

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TAGS: @aleck-cross @ah-blossom @ilovemark1951 @marennnx @originalsoulcollector @hotch-meeeeeuppppp

[orleans-jester]

All in all, apart from Delta, Bastien was the person that Frank was closest to. His best friend if he was hard pressed to choose, which no one would ever dare to do, but regardless. Their nods in the hallways was something that Frank found himself looking forward to. Peering into his brain and seeing the gargoyles marching behind him in a straight line, sometimes they gave him the nod too, Hugo usually was saying was something that would make him chuckle when he walked past them.

The zombie killing shit was fun too, when they both needed a little bit of guy time. It was necessary, even though they were both happy in their relationships. Pink Floyd blasting loud, driving around like they thought that they were in Twisted Metal. Frank would keep the option open for Bastien to drive and take over. Not like there was any other cars to worry about. They took care of the ones that were left on the street, blasting them out of the way. Other than Willem taking over Gep’s Caddy, and Figaro with that insane city bus, no risk of car accidents.

He did let out a little snort. Generic wannabe Frank from Wish - that was exactly Delta’s words, he could hear it in her voice, but it was even funnier that Bastien was saying it outloud like that, as if he agreed, despite that being his own kid.

“She would enjoy one of those,” Frank had to agree with a nod. It would be even better if it was one of the people who annoyed them but… they didn’t know anyone in the Philippines who fit that description. He had no idea about the Philippines, never cared enough to learn anything about it. His interests were closer to home. And the worlds which had portals close to them.

Yeah, that was also Delta’s words. He loved the way she spoke. It wasn’t the most elegant, the most eloquent, but it was straight up fucking Delta. “You bring me something, I’ll bring you something,” He offered, that being one of the hands of friendship extended.

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It was a long plane ride. But they were getting used to that with New Zealand, with Paris. They were becoming downright pros. Of course Maddie kept getting them first class because it was a lot more private, and the chairs were larger, since they passed through different time zones and it was hard to tell which ‘day’ constituted the change. She just wanted her husband to be comfortable and if that meant buying tickets like they were pretentious snobs, so be it.

And just like that, they were in another country. At nighttime, so Bastien was looking like his beautiful night time self.

“You should take a picture, send it to her,” Maddie suggested. It was impossible not to associate the couple with dragons now. Here’s a dragon, there’s a dragon, everywhere a dragon - everywhere Frank and Delta, two heads, one away from being a Hydra but they never needed that third head to come into their power. They had it in hoardes.

If they didn’t have Frankie, Maddie wouldn’t have minded slumming it. It almost felt appropriate considering where they were and what they had come here to do. But Frankie was still a baby and needed the safety, the comfort, the amenities. No offense at all meant to the mothers here who were living in tiny shacks made of what’s supposed to be temporary materials but - Maddie couldn’t bring Frankie into that. Not when she was so tiny. So the suite it was, complete with the pop-up crib that she had requested of the hotel, though was unsure if they were going to use it. She fell asleep with Frankie feeding, cuddling her, so many times, it seemed likely it would go unused, even here.

His detail girl noticed the details on the pamphlets that he had picked up, once they got into the room and were able to free themselves of luggage “Oh, sea turtle swimming?” She said, eyes lighting up. “That sounds fun.”

Bastien mosies up to Frank before heading out on his trip because he felt like he hadn't nodded at him enough lately. Those eye contact chin nods were important to silent bonding folk like Bastien who went periods of time without verbal communication. He did more likes smoked together with loud music on, drove around with music on, played wack a zombie in the square for squares. They never really had to say much at all. Hugo and the gargoyles often did more than Bastien around Frank when they'd hang, maybe chilling with Tree. Hang as is Frank possibly literally hanging from something while Bastien sat and Bastien-ed smoking up while deeply conversing through his three rock friends. Meanwhile the Hunch nods, just nods and shares looks with Frank because Frank gets it. Frank seems to see them too, at least Bastien feels like he does. But, in this instance he was all alone, no rock pals upon entrance.

"Frank, Delta said it'd be cool to go off for some time as long as we take the generic wannabe Frank I ordered from Wish with me. She's not taking care of her. So I said cool. So she said cool bring us souvenirs. I'm thinking a real shrunken head if I can find one. I have a feeling she could make her own but I want to get her something special to the region."

Hugo suddenly pops up with librarian glasses, "How very academic of him." Victor while rolling his eyes, "Yes." Laverne: "Very."

"Anyway, wanted to say bye for now I guess. Oh, and enjoy your trip too. Delta mentioned something about Thailand, something about giving the monkeys a real dragon to ohm at. Whatever that meant."

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Then after his quick goodbye to Frank to he set off with his family to the Philippines and ended up in Cebu City. When he first stepped foot out of the airport and took his first look around he could see the nightlife of the city in full swing. He noticed the amazing view of the Taoist temple with the dragons high above. "I bet Delta would like that."

The city felt so fancy and they'd even go to a luxury hotel to check in seemed per usual though it wasn't why he was here. He'd let Maddy handle the checking them in and all the such details. They spoke Tagalog here, but luckily it was quite normal for them to be versed in English for foreigners. So, hopefully they wouldn't bump into too much language barrier trouble. That said if either of them have caught on to any of Kuz's Spanish some of it sounds similar and they might be able to catch on sometimes.

He was sitting in the lobby with Frankie as his detail girl checked them in when he saw something that triggered the Jetsam in his soul. It was a pamphlet wall and one was for a whale shark experience and another was a sea turtle swim. Both were in big letters. Oh boy, this was going to get him in trouble before he left. He couldn't stop staring at the tourist pamphlets. He picked them up waiting for Maddy to take them to their luxury room to get settled in.