#he's just thinking about logging data with him. and what else he wants to ask him. about himself and in general. gotta enrich the friend

[cloudbattrolls]

who IS this guy. don't recognize him.

[episims]

Hanna "Good night, Jonas. But – usually used when someone goes to sleep. What should be used with those who don't sleep?"

Jonas "Use whatever. Hmm. Is your memory still the same...?"

Hanna "I haven't been able to restore any data about that Chase Craig person. That's what you asked! Likely not a glitch. Seems this person did it on purpose. Erased his existence? If he doesn't exist, he can't be connected. To me!"

Jonas "Yeah, figures. But what's the point? He must've known we'd tell you about him, anyway."

Hanna "Ooh, you think my memory works like yours. You and Judith Root and Casper do that often – because it's familiar? Just like I'm familiar with how I work! That is: learning about that person later was allocated in a new memory block, but all the previous data has been unmodified since the reboot. I can't modify the saved data – a safety measure? It must be. Otherwise, I could come up with memories. Oh, that would be problematic-"

Jonas "Slow down, Hanna. I'm not a programmer."

Hanna "It's curious. I can read the events, but all references about this person return empty. Soft delete! So that I can't follow the references. That means; not deleted, but hidden. Since it's hidden from me, I can't add him back to the log files."

Jonas "Everything else works, still?"

Hanna "I haven't noticed faults in executing. The soft delete must been done well. Understandably so! You said this person built me. I can't verify it but if it's so, he must know my programming well."

Jonas "Yeah, exactly what I'm worried about... but eh, maybe Chase got what he wanted. I'm glad you're okay."

[chockfullofsecrets]

Spiderverse: Smile Log

(Read on AO3)

Rating: Gen

Summary: “Okay, we got the time your baby kicked you in the face and you thought you’d broken your nose. Nice, classic slapstick.” “Lyla-” “And then that time an anomaly accidentally tickled him-” “Lyla, no-”

Peter B. asks an unexpected question and gets some information he really shouldn't have.

Wordcount: 1478

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Oh, Miguel is fully aware of what the other Spiders think of him. Feral this, stick in the mud cabrón that - but for putting up with extended exposure to the Earth-616 version of Spider-Man for the six months that his little experimental society has existed? They should be calling him a shocking saint.

The Peter in question continues to hang off his shoulder, where he’s been since he swanned into the monitoring room ten whole minutes ago without an invitation. “-stay with me on this, I’m building to a point here - hello? Earth to Miguel?”

“What,” he snaps.

Peter pouts, an expression that he honestly didn’t think grown men were capable of until meeting this guy. “Did you hear anything I said?”

Easy. “No.”

And anyone who was, you know, sane, might take that as the insult he means it to be, but Peter just laughs and jostles his shoulder companionably. “You really are a grump sometimes, you know that? You gotta lighten up, you’re gonna give yourself a heart attack one of these days.”

“Tell me about it,” Lyla says from his other shoulder. She likes Peter, talks to him directly more than any of the other Spiders, and she’s programmed to gather information that she thinks he wants, which means - yeah, he’s going to go ahead and ignore the implications of that one.

Peter makes a thoughtful noise. Concerning. “Hey, Lyla, you’re around this guy twenty-four-seven, right - does he ever relax? When’s the last time he, I don’t know, smiled?”

Miguel expects a snarky reply, not Lyla’s glasses flashing opaque the way they do when she’s looking something up. “Hm, let me check. Pulling up a smile log…”

He’s focused on the latest multiverse model, like everyone else should be, so it takes him just a bit too long to realize that they’re ganging up on him. “Wait. Lyla, belay that-”

“Okay, we got the time your baby kicked you in the face and you thought you’d broken your nose. Nice, classic slapstick.”

“Lyla-”

“And then that time an anomaly accidentally tickled him-”

“Lyla, no-”

“And - aw, this one’s cute! - after a mission he helped a girl get her runaway balloon and she hugged him-”

“Lyla!” he snaps, slamming a fist onto his desk, and she finally stops. “Por dios, would you quit that? Why do you even remember that stuff, it’s a waste of storage space!”

She sticks her tongue out at him. “My data, my business.”

“Yeah, yeah, can’t you just run the scans like I asked you to and stop causing trouble?”

They keep bickering over the new extrapolation methods, and Peter -

Okay, look. Miguel doesn’t have a “spider sense” or whatever seems to warn the rest of the Spiders before anything happens, so he has to rely on his own judgment. And with Peter being around all the time, Miguel’s learned to more or less tune him out, figures it’s the only way he’s ever going to get any work done.

Which is more or less why he doesn’t notice that Peter’s still there until someone’s hands shove their way under Miguel’s arms and start tickling, because that’s when his brain decides to turn on the instant reactions. “Jammit - hAh-”

He clamps his arms down automatically, reeling backwards into Peter’s chest just in time for the attack to stop. “Wait - did you just laugh?” Peter demands. “Shit, I didn’t think that was actually going to work, do it again!”

Peter’s fingers start wriggling back into hypersensitive flesh, trapped in his armpits, and Miguel barely manages to keep his mouth shut as more embarrassing sounds start knocking loose inside his chest. Get away, he yells to himself, hit him, move, just fucking move - he can’t remember the last time his reflexes have been anything but overprotective, but right now every fiber of his body insists he has to stay exactly where his is because granting Peter’s hands even a millimetre more of freedom is going to be the death of him.

He refuses to think about the way his mouth is spasming at the corners entirely without his permission even as the rest of him locks in place. Lyla can record that one, if she wants. See if he cares, it doesn’t count. This is fine. All he has to do is stand here until Peter gets bored - the way he acts, the other man might not even know what an attention span is.

Peter sighs, proving his point. “I’m not asking for much, just one laugh,” he laments dramatically, though Miguel can hear the stupid big grin he gets in his voice. “Do I need to be more annoying? I can be more annoying.”

Miguel sincerely doubts it - at least, until Peter flips one hand around from where it’s pressed up against the top of his ribcage, locks onto his elbow, and starts trying to lever his right arm away from his body. “Geez, would you lay off with the triceps? I’m gonna give myself carpal tunnel over here.”

If Peter would just stop tickling for one shocking second, he’d tell him that he sincerely hopes his stupid fingers break off and die. Instead, he wraps his arms around himself in a motion that’s definitely defiant and not at all panicked, getting as far as opening his mouth before the part of his brain that’s being lit up by every twitch of sensation decides to take over. “Nngh - no, nohoho, mierda!”

His entire face burns red as strangled snorts of laughter keep leaking out of him, has to fold over and brace one of his hands against his jaw to regain any kind of dignity - not that it helps, with Peter changing his hold to adapt to even that small bit of movement and using it to finally pry his arm up.

It’s really, really not fair that the most irritating Spider-Man is one of the most competent ones too. Miguel’s pretty sure luck hates Spiders in general, but it seems to love messing with him in particular.

“You know,” Peter starts conversationally, like he’s not wrapped around Miguel and taking half his weight because he’s shaking too hard to do it himself. “I think this is gonna be a good experience for us. Like, ah, coworker bonding. What’d you say we do this every week until you figure out how to loosen up like a normal person?”

Miguel’s going to kick his ass. He’s going to take his watch and ban him from Nueva York in perpetuity, as soon as he can stand up again. Earth-616 has other superheroes, they’ll survive their Spider-Man losing an arm or two.

Peter dodges the frantic headbutts and kicks he attempts and laughs, light and easy - it makes Miguel feel even stupider, twisted up on himself in desperation to avoid just that. “Hey, if it doesn’t work with your schedule you could just say so! I’ll pencil you in for biweekly, then.”

Idiota. Culero. Miguel doesn’t know if he’s cursing himself or Peter out anymore. He’s properly trapped now, sandwiched up against his own desk with one of Peter’s hands keeping his arm pinned and the other wiggling threateningly over a defenseless armpit. “Well? You gonna say something, or do I have to go full supervillain? I do a great Doc Ock impression, let me tell you.”

Miguel painstakingly loosens his death grip on his own jaw and opens his mouth just enough to wheeze out a heartfelt declaration of his undying hatred. Coughs before he can start, his throat raw from attempting to keep his laughter contained. There’s a movement out of the corner of his eye, and he turns his head to find Peter looking down at him with something between amusement and genuine concern.

Fine. Fine. “Can you just. Stop. Before I pass out?”

Peter laughs again, landing firmly in amusement and on Miguel’s list of dimensional threats. “Yeah. Yeah, fine, I’ll let you off easy this time.” He lets go, hovering for a moment and then swooping back in to pull Miguel upright when he can’t quite manage it himself. “Okay, super ticklish and super repressed. I can work with that.”

“Don’t,” Miguel growls, leaning on Peter’s shoulder entirely against his own will as he starts to walk both of them out of the office. Where are they even going? The cafeteria? It’s only been-

Oh. He hasn’t eaten in twelve hours. No wonder Lyla had decided to mess with him. But Peter wouldn’t have known that.

“Nope, too late, I’m invested now. Wasn’t kidding about the biweekly thing, by the way.”

Lyla perks up from behind a screen. “I’ll put it on his calendar.”

“Oye, I’m locking you both out of the monitor room.”

The two of them start talking over his head, planning some kind of break in. Miguel turns his head away so Lyla won’t see him smile.

[mychlapci]

reading that Tarantulas and Prowl processor overload ask has revived one of my recently dormant fetishes

(this is an expansion on the forced porn download ask actually, wasn't really done b4 sending)

Prowl's archives just being a massive database of miscellaneous data, which seems like a fully practical thing that he'd do for simulation work at first glance, but in truth, he just never deletes anything because he gets off to the feeling of being just sooooo full in places no physical sensation can reach.

He wasn't always like this, you see. Prowl used to maintain good software management habits. He'd defrag according to a strict schedule, used connection buffers often and cleared his processing queues before recharge. He would never think twice about netdiving into shady websites with nasty popups, let alone download anything from there. But eventually, as his processors develop at that exponential pace his handlers noticed upon bringing him online, Prowl got bolder.

Bold enough to make a slip up and plug into a corrupt mainframe, triggering that forced download and kickstarting his fetish for good. He barely remembers anything about that incident other than an overwhelming mental barrage of arousal. Sometimes Prowl wonders if his colleagues at the time knew just what was literally going through his head as he slumped over on the console, seizing in place as they frantically tried to disconnect him safely. Maybe they caught the scent of his overload under his panels, and chose not to say anything.

Prowl would of course say that he was perfectly fine after that incident, but he'd be haunted by that instance of utter bliss he'd felt when like 30 terrabytes of ERP chatlogs and erotic flashgames burned through his neural circuitry. Eventually, he'd start by visiting a library. Full of clean and safe data to indulge in. Then he started logging all non-confidential precinct data, like routine security footage that's get deleted anyways, and dispatch call recordings. Then he started downloading from legal websites, then onto not so legal ones.

He even has backup and extra hard drives stored in his office and habisuite in plain sight, since no one else but other archivists and data specialists would catch on to his kink in the first place. Every once in a while, he'd plug himself into all these units and just let all that data flood through him, his fans and cooling systems squealing in effort to keep up with the deluge of information forcing it's way through his staticy brain, reducing his overclocked cognitive units into jello as his RAM gets consumed by pure uncontrollable math.

He loves the feel of his mind being pounded by googols of nonsense, it makes him hornier than anything else. He'd save anything from the internet, books and numeric databases are his usual go tos; high definition media are a must, the more graphically and audially intensive the better; the most unoptimized and performance heavy video games, anything that would fill up his hungry battle computer until it's full to bursting and melting.

Sometimes when he feels extra naughty, he'd even fire up the various malware and viruses the Spec Ops team would bring back, on top of all the seedy ones he'd find online. He'd trigger them in his processor and lie back in his berth, finger his fluttering pussy and feel the malicious software start tearing through his brain as his battle computer instinctively fights back, making him feel soooo hot all over. And every time he overloads, it sweeps all of his progress, and the self cleaning protocols will just have to restart as he writhes helplessly in the dark of his room.

Software sanctity? Fuck that, he'd hit anything as long as it demolishes his brain and make him into a silly, messy, spasming horny mess. A real dataslut.

god this is so good. He's quite literally overloading his processor out. It's almost like an addiction. Of course, Prowl could stop any time he wants... he could, he just doesn't want to! After a while, pumping his head full of junk data and malicious viruses is the only way Prowl can even have a fulfilling orgasm. Being full of miscellaneous data is just not enough. It's a pleasant pressure in his constantly calculating brain, yes, but if he wants to cum, he needs something stronger. He'll keep frying his brain inside of his helm as long as he gets to feel that electrifying thrill of his battle computer struggling to deflect the attacks on his mainframe.

It feels like he's falling apart at the circuits, delicate wiring so hot that it's disintegrating into dust, and all he can do is frantically rub his soaking wet valve through it all, optics bright and staring off into space as his HUD floods with nonsense. All his senses are completely taken over by the foreign malware, all he knows is that he feels so good.

Honestly, I wonder what would happen if he got stuck like that. Just for a day or two. And someone had to find him in his apartment, face twisted in pure bliss as his frame keeps twitching even after countless hours of continuous overloads. Of course, Prowl's processor gets cleaned out after that, yet he can't help but want to repeat it... to feel so absolutely stuffed and overwhelmed with data that he's just a wet, helpless thing. To give up control and let his processor sink into endless pleasure.

But for now, he's got a morning shift at the precinct to finish.

[ymmpily]

“You won’t betray me too, will you?”

Warnings: Spoilers, mentioning death, major character death, kidnapping, violence, swearing.

Italic means they are speaking in Na’vi.

Word count: 2,584

This work is 35 paragraphs long, if I have spelled anything wrong, used anything in the wrong way please let me know. I did proof read this ten times and had someone else do it about three but you never know. Thank you. | Part one of Betrayal

Miles and me never really got along, but ever since Jake betrayed him he seems to see something in me now. He’s always keeping a close eye on me. I think he thinks I am going to betray him like Jake. Which I won’t, not yet, I have no reason too. I like studying and figuring out how Na’vi people work. One day of course I would love to be one. I envy Jake. While I am sitting here, he is out there enjoying life, being free. Whilst I am in here taking orders from the man that killed my colleague, Grace Augustine.

Grace and I were never really close but we definitely had things in common. We both loved teaching, though I didn't get to do much of it after I left Earth. She had this school here on Pandora. I remember her talking about it with Jake once, I only ever listened and I never engaged. Graces school taught young Na'vi about American education and language.

I never went to Graces school as I thought to fill my mind with other knowledgeable things. She always enjoyed her life while I sat around learning what she already knew. She also wanted to protect the Na'vi people as much as Jake, while I sat around doing nothing to help. Me and her differed in that part. I watched the RDA do so much damage to Pandora's life. I even watched as Neytiri, Jake's new found love, killed Miles Quaritch. I wished he had stayed dead.

The sound of a door slamming is what awoke me from my thoughts. Miles Quaritch, I groaned, rolling my eyes and getting up from the comfort of my chair. I stretched as Quaritch made his way over to my desk, "How is it? You know, being something you hate." I chuckled trying to start up a conversation. If I didn't he would stand over there and stare at me. He was silent from the question I asked, the air in the lab was tense.

If anything Quaritch scared me, the man could kill me for all I cared. Plus, he was now a 9 foot tall savage, as he liked calling it. I sighed and sat back down within the comfort of my chair. I wouldn't let my thoughts consume me whilst Miles was here, he might think that I am trying to think of ways out of this place. So instead I started typing away on my computer logging in the rest of the data I was supposed to log in hours ago, before I got lost in thought.

I was still typing away after an hour when I heard Quaritch clear out his throat shuffling his way over to the front of my desk. He announced, “You won’t betray me like Jake, will ya cupcake?” I looked at him curiously, as you to ask why he would bring up the topic of betrayal “Don’t fret kid, just a question. I want to make sure you are in a good headspace.” I nodded and simply answered with “No, I won’t betray you Quaritch. Now what is it you have to offer?”

The offer was not one I was expecting, we were headed to the old shack where Miles was killed. I was to take samples of the things around, retrieve anything of value. We dropped down from the Scorpion Gunship or ‘Helicopter’ for a simple name. I made sure to stay close to the Recoms. My plan wasn’t to die unless necessary. Quaritch looked around, fascinated almost by Pandora's woodlands. The other Recoms did the same.

“Stay close Spencer, don’t want your blood on our hands.” Zdinarsk smartly said. We also call her Z-Dog, which matches her personality. As we traveled farther into the forest we were met by four Viperwolfs, I watched as Quaritch and the others raised their weapons. Then the Viperwolves ran off, far away from us. “A nantang.”

Pandora's creatures are terrifying, Grace had spoken once about them. I snapped out of my thoughts once I heard Z-Dog speak, “No shit.” I started walking once more, this trip was going to be the death of me. Now the Recoms were on alert. We were close to the shack, we had to be. They made sure to keep their weapons raised, we really did not need to have casualties. Once I came into view with the shack I could see that it was covered with leaves and vines, Pandora’s life was making this beautiful.

I separated from the group once I heard that it was safe, I was to collect as many samples as possible. Miles made his way to his old suit, I felt sad for him. Though I didn’t need to. Miles is a bad person, he will always be. I saw some cool plants that I had yet to have samples of. I made sure to collect as much as possible. I was getting a little far from the Recoms but it was okay. I’d find my way back.

“Spencer, see if you can pull some data off that dashcam.” I heard Quaritch say from the distance, I groaned. Why did he have to interrupt my peacefulness? I made my way back over to the old shack, I saw them all surrounding Miles old suit, arrows pointing out of something. I assumed it was Quaritches decomposing skeleton. I swallowed hard going over and working to retrieve the data that should be left on this thing.

“Thing is deader than shit, Colonel.” Lyle said unsure if we could pull anything off of it. “Will you shut it?” I said quickly back to him, I was trying to concentrate, didn’t help that he was right. Maybe if the thing wasn’t deader than shit then I would be able to pull something from it. Quaritch chuckled lightly, “So were we.”

I shook my head lightly, chuckling. God they may be bad people but at least they have humor. Clicking on buttons, groaning when something didn’t go my way. Lyle kept watching as I worked. It was really pissing me off. “Can you stop breathing down my neck, Wainfleet.” I shook my head again, attitude radiating off of me. “No can do kid, gotta make sure you aren’t messing anything up.” I jumped slightly, I thought it was Lyle behind me, turns out it was Quaritch.

I really wanted to die, in that moment embarrassment consumed me. I continued to work pretending it was only me there and not everyone else. Looking around once I heard commotion, “Stay here. With me.” I knew something had to be up. Quaritch ran off with Lyle in the distance. I could see the other Recoms struggling, yelling. They were angry.

I swallowed hard, looking back at the old suit, continuing to work but I kept my ears open. I was definitely going to eavesdrop. I didn’t dare look over to where the Recoms were, I did not want Quaritch to call me over if he saw me being curious. I did not need to cause trouble today. I heard hissing and people speaking Na’vi quickly, I sighed knowing today was not going to end with me going back to the lab peacefully.

I clicked a few more buttons on the suit, finally I got the data that he wanted. I let out a long breath that I didn’t even realize I was holding. Slowly I got up brushing off the dirt on my trousers. These were my favorite pants, I didn’t want them to get too dirty. When I looked up from the ground Quaritch and the others were coming back over but with children. One was human.

I refused to acknowledge them, looking up at the Colonel. “Sir, I got what you asked for. I couldn’t retrieve much, Lyle was right that thing is deader than shit.” I glanced back at the Na’vi children, they looked familiar. Miles cleared his throat making me look back at him, “Get me some audio on this.” I nodded, pressing a few buttons as the audio echoed around. He looked disgusted.

“It’s Sully’s woman.” my lips formed into a line, this was awkward. Now I realize why those children look so familiar, they’re the Sully’s. Tonight someone was going to die, or maybe everyone. If we have Jake and Neytiri’s kids this won’t be good. This was going to be a rollercoaster that I did not want to ride. I felt my gut twist in knots, god did I feel sick. I did not consent to kidnapping children.

The kids kept struggling in the background, I could still hear the audio. I wanted to go back to my lab. I hated this, Quaritch and everything else. Everything was so loud all of a sudden, I was going to be sick. The sun was going down, it was going to be an eclipse soon. The audio from the tablet was making me sick, soon I heard Quaritch groan loudly, I looked and stared at my feet. I couldn’t listen anymore.

Lyle grabbed the tablet and handed it to me, “There is nothing after that, sir.” I sighed, I felt so sick. Quaritch reached over into his old suit, he then pulled out the human skull, crushing it into pieces. I gagged quietly hoping no one heard.

Now it was dark, big droplets from the sky fell onto my skin, soaking my clothing. Some of the Recoms kept their guns raised while the others kept hold of the children. I kept close to Quaritch like he told me too. “Three minutes.” I let out a breath of relief, finally going home. The forest was so quiet except for the occasional crunch from one of us moving around.

Quaritch told Sean to “Watch our 6”. God whatever that meant, I wanted to leave. I watched as the children looked around, Neytiri must be here. Now I was really starting to feel sick, oh I'm definitely going to die. Soon gunfire rang around echoing throughout the woodlands, I ran for cover seeing Sean had gotten shot with Neytiri’s arrow, straight through his head. I dry heaved, nothing coming up from my stomach.

“Lo’ak!” I heard faintly in between gunfire. It was so loud. I kept hidden behind a big tree, hoping that I would be safe. The rain kept coming down, hard and heavy. It reminded me of Earth. I used to love running and jumping in puddles with my big brother Jayce. Jayce could be so mean one second but then nice the next, me and him had a falling out once I told him I was going to work for the RDA.

God he knew this was a terrible idea, going to a different planet, killing native people, stealing from their land. It was Earth all over again. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I was so scared, I didn’t want to die. The RDA wasn’t finished with making my Avatar, not that I knew of anyway. If I died tonight I was going to stay dead.

Gunfire did not cease, neither did the yelling. I saw as the children ran off. Maybe they would have a chance. I jumped as a noise came close to me, Quaritch. God he pulled down Sean's body, I didn’t want that thing near me. I gagged again this time something came up. I couldn’t puke in my mask, so I swallowed it.

“Kid, I’m gonna need you to run when I tell you too.” I nodded at Mile’s words, everything was so loud still. I wanted to curl up and cry. I was so scared. Jayce was so right. Quaritch looked over at Sean’s body noticing Neytiri’s arrow, he looked terrified. PTSD maybe? I would hope so, something needs to scare that man.

The colonel reloaded his weapon, the sound was crisp. It was quiet all of a sudden, maybe everyone was dead besides me and him. Quaritch spoke with a smirk plastered on his face “Is that you, Mrs. Sully?” it was silent for a moment, I wished it would be forever, my headached. Throbbed even. “I recognize your calling card.” I really wanted to punch him, was he trying to die again?

A few of the Recoms started moving around, I looked to see what he wanted me to do. “Not yet.” I nodded wanting to disobey him and move. I knew he was right though, I needed to stay close, having no weapons on me was not a good thing. “Why don’t you come on out, Mrs. Sully.” Quaritch said calmly but loud, he grabbed his weapon. I knew he was going to shoot at her.

“The two of us have some unfinished business.” he cocked his gun, Jesus he was really risking lives here. Quaritch then looked at me, nodding, I knew the signal I was going to have to start running as fast as my feet could carry. “Demon! I will kill you as many times as I have to.” Neytiri spoke asserting dominance was lacing her voice.

“You and the Corporal have been pretty busy, haven’t you?” I hid behind another tree, this time farther away from Quaritch I knew that if I didn’t want to die I would have to be a little smart. “Got yourself a whole litter of half-breeds.” I looked down, why would he say that. When I see him again I am going to punch that smirk right off his face.

“Na’vi!” someone yelled, gunfire rang once more. This was not a war I wanted to be a part of. I started running, I needed to get out. Words shouted from everywhere, I ran faster and faster. Suddenly a sharp pain ran throughout my body, I looked down. Blood, I was hit. Suddenly I was thrown over someone's shoulder. I cried out in pain.

I heard muffled words, barely making anything out. “Fall back!” I heard someone shout to my right, I was finally going home. Soon all I felt was calm, it felt like I was floating. “Spencer?” I looked around quickly trying to find the source of the voice, my mom. “Mom?” I croaked out, oh how I missed her. Everything she was saying was muffled. I couldn't understand her.

“Mom?” I said again, maybe this time she would talk louder, more understandable. She didn’t, everything was going black. I felt cold. It was finally quiet, so quiet. Memories floated my mind, the time me and Jayce broke mothers favorite cup, she never got mad at us though. The time dad came home from his military training, oh how I loved that day. He was so tired yet still played with me.

Before what felt like forever peace, there was this light. Bright, my head hurt once more. My mother started disappearing, I tried grabbing her. It didn’t work. Soon my eyes opened once more. I groaned out looking around, “It is so bright in here.” I managed to croak out. Then I saw doctors, no scientists surrounding me. I jolted up, how was I alive.

“Calm down, calm down.” I knew that voice anywhere, Miles. He told the scientists to leave, give me space. I finally noticed that I was blue, I was in my Avatar. I laughed “This is real right?” Z-Dog laughed in the corner, “Hell yeah.” I smiled and laughed once more. Finally my plan was set. I knew what I was going to do. Jake might be getting that call.

[beautifulpersonpeach]

BPP,

First of all, I love your blog. I am so happy to see you active.

Second of all, I agree with that anon about finding Jimin fascinating. I have never been this intrigued by any other celebrity. I find him different but I don't know why. He is good looking but so are other idols. I mean it's Kpop. Most have to be good looking to make it. It's just such a weird thing. Like you can't help but notice him. Everytime I watch a BTS related content, he is the first person I notice. He isn't even my favourite but my eyes will instantly see him before anyone else. He also somehow leaves the strongest mark in any mvs or performances or even simple content. It's weird. I don't get it.

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Hi Anon, 💜

I saw your ask come in days ago, just as I was logging out of the app and felt a bit bad because I knew I wouldn't have any time for Tumblr for the next few days. Lately, I've actually wanted to remain active here, but life keeps getting in the way. I know it's not a big deal but I really am thankful that so many of you understand that I'm active here only when I can afford to be. 💜

On to more interesting topics, yes to everything you said about Jimin. There's no other member I write about here more than Jimin and it's something I don't ever feel like apologizing for because that man is infinitely captivating.

It's rare to see someone who recognizes exactly what he is, as young as Jimin did. There are many points over the years that Jimin has done something, and it registered in my head that this man is different. It's human to be a bit self-indulgent, to be a little self-absorbed, a little self-deception is a very natural mechanism that sometimes shields us from other people's projections and malicious intent. And so it struck me as almost inhuman in how acutely aware Jimin was to recognize his need to be seen, heard, in the most audacious format available to him as a 13 year old boy in Busan, South Korea.

His depth of self-knowledge, indicative of his unusually high intelligence, is at the source of his magnetism and charisma. In my opinion. You can see it in his eyes and it amplifies his already unnatural beauty.

I recently started speaking with a Jimin-bias on Twitter and we've become good friends. She described Jimin like this (and I've linked in sources):

"Jimin of BTS is the man who wrote a detailed essay that convinced his parents to let him study dance over science or law, who landed an esteemed dance and martial arts scholarship, who went against his teacher (Lee Hwa Sung’s) wishes of going the more secure route excelling as a professional modern dancer given his talents, to instead pursue his dream to become an idol, who called his dad once a month as a trainee of a nearly bankrupt agency saying “don’t worry dad. Even if I don’t make it this way I’ll make it another way”, who debuted as main dancer and lead vocalist with what is now the biggest group in the world despite having the shortest training period in Big Hit’s history and one of the shortest training periods in all of kpop to date."

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That is one reason I am ecstatic about FACE. The music itself is one thing and we'll deal with that when we get there - I may or may not like the music (though given what he's released so far, the fact he's in BTS, and him working with RM and PDogg, I doubt it). But the subject matter of FACE: Park Jimin, would interest me even if I was on my death bed with only 10 KB of data available for me to use one last time.

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I'm not very good at explaining what I mean, but I hope those who love him don't take offense when I call Jimin a freak. Because that is what I'm absolutely convinced he is. I don't know how else to express just how beastly I think he really is. Looking at him for me is like looking at one of those lenticular prints that shift into different things depending on lighting - like you turn your head one way looking at Jimin and you see a panther, turn your head another way and you see a dove, turn yet another way and you see a snake. And each animal is the most perfect expression of its form. He hones every quality he expresses with a meticulousness that scares me sometimes, because every example of that sort of personality I've seen in music has burnt out or passed before 40 (Prince being the only exception). The rapline have an identical quality but they seem less volatile than Jimin to me for some reason.

Anyway, I'm rambling. I'm excited about FACE and Anon when I saw your ask come in days ago, I suspected you were fishing (lol), but also I love Jimin and will take every excuse to talk about him. It's also way easier to talk about him than it is to talk about Yoongi, Namjoon, and Hoseok for me lol.

Speaking of which, it goes without saying that Jimin's evolution in self-awareness is also a result of his relationship with the rapline in BTS, as well as some other members. Jimin's comments about how he relies on those three, of what he thinks of their characters, and about how those three have assisted and influenced him, are consistent with how I see them too.

Back to Jimin, he's a once in a lifetime personality and there's nothing wrong with admitting it.

(Me too, Jungkook. Me too.)

Make sure you've pre-saved FACE, stream On The Street, and stay hydrated. 💜

[jupitermelichios]

i've got teen wolf on the brain rn, so here's every member of the hale/mccall pack listed by what their favourite video game is

scott: he has been playing world of warcraft since he was 11, and he has done basically everything it's possible to do in game, unlocked every trophy and epic mount, reached the level cap with multiple characters, and still he logs in almost every day, even after stiles got bored and moved onto other games

stiles: he gets bored of games fast, but he developed a brief but intense crush on the masterchief when he was a kid, so if asked he'll say halo

alison: she's not great at suspension of disbelief, and mostly can't be bothered with games, but she has a sims 2 build that takes nearly 30 minutes just to load because of all the mods

derek: hates playing any kind of video game, which is probably good because he would get so addicted to rts games if he ever tried one. does know a weird amount of game trivia and lore though, because he goes away and researches every one of stiles's new hyperfixations but then actually sticks with them, unlike stiles. do you want halo lore? because derek has it, and he is desperate for someone to share it with

erica: she tells people it's metro 2033. it's actually barbie horse adventures. it's her comfort game, okay?

boyd: he played the arkham games for erica, and he loved him, but he imprinted on kirby at a young age and nothing else will ever touch it in his heart

isaac: such a sucker for roguelikes. if he knew what kinning was, he'd probably kin zagreus from hades. the fact that failing over and over is built into the game and there's no punishment is reinforcement his brain desperately needs. erica has written at least one zag/meg fic specifically for him.

lydia: she went 18 years without ever touching a video game, and then stiles persuaded her to try the witcher 3, and she was instantly addicted. if she finds out someone romanced triss over yenefer, she will take this as a personal insult

malia: it took stiles years of trying to find a game that didn't make malia immediately want to put her fist through the tv screen, but then DMC 5 came out.

kira: she likes her games fast, plotless, and button-mashy, so she likes most fighting games, but she's an absolute demon at smash

peter: you might think i'm going to say peter doesn't play games, and it's true that he doesn't admit to playing games, but it's also true that he knows nearly as much about street fighter lore as derek knows about halo, and has a frankly insane number of combos memorised. he would literally rather die than tell any of the pack this.

liam: he plays COD, you know it, I know it

cora: jeff forgot to give cora a personality beyond 'plucky' so i have no fucking idea. lets say it's horror games, because i feel like one of these weirdos ought to have strong opinions about bloodbourne and no one else is picking up the slack

jackson: madden, obviously.

danny: he believes strongly that adding an actual ui to dwarf fortress ruined it, and he was very excited about the abilty to export eve online data into excel spreadsheets

[maccreadysbaby]

You asked for Deacon requests so have some angst: Sole coming back from the Institute, reading the Railroad terminals and finding out Deacon knew about them and their connection to the Institute before they even left the Vault, and that he probably already knew Shaun was old/out of their reach?

Coming right up, hot, ready, and full of angst and hurt/comfort, my faves

LIES OF OMISSION™︎

Sole was utterly broken.

Their son. Their baby was the leader of the Institute, the boogeyman of the commonwealth, the very thing they’d been fighting against since the moment they stepped out of the vault. Why him? Why them? It was to the point, now, that Sole was numb. The pain was so overbearing that they just couldn’t feel it anymore.

Sole couldn’t help the defeated sigh that came spilling out as soon as they zapped back into the Railroad HQ from the Institute. Desdemona, Drummer Boy, and Tinker Tom all tried to speak to them as they walked in, but they ignored them all and pushed into P.A.M.’s room to log their findings and install the information on her terminal. It was also a nice time for them to get some peace and quiet, to mull over what their life had come to, because P.A.M. was being worked on by Tinker Tom and was out of commission for now. Thankfully, Deacon had disappeared while they were gone, like he normally did during uncomfortable situations, and he hadn’t come back yet.

They headed inside the room to find the terminal already open on some other agent’s logs. It wasn’t rare that Sole had to close out other agents logs — they were probably the only ones who cared enough to close them and sort them on the data system. As they drew nearer and caught sight of the glowing green words on the screen, though, the name at the top caught their attention.

DEACON - 9/5/87

They quietly wondered why a year old report of Deacon’s was pulled up, but they didn’t pay much attention. Instead, they started the commands to close out the file and sort it with the others, but something else on the screen caught their eye. Their name.

Curiously, Sole skimmed through his report. And then they did a double take, reading every word, taking in every letter, even going as far as to search between the lines. Deacon’s report was about them. About them and the Institute. About Shaun, their son, being the leader, about Shaun, their son, being an old man and not a baby. It was like he knew everything about them. But the date… they hadn’t even been thawed yet when he wrote that report.

They got dizzy. All this time he’d been supporting them in their endeavor to find their son, and all this time, he knew? He knew they would never find him? He knew they’d never get their baby boy back? He knew about the Institute, about Shaun, about Kellogg, about everything?

Sole felt sick as they turned away from the computer. But, much to their disdain, the very person they didn’t want to see was standing right behind them, silent for what seemed like the first time in his life. He knew they read it. They knew he knew they read it. The real question, now, was who was going to speak first?

Unsurprisingly, it was Deacon. There was no doubt he knew what Sole was thinking. It was the first time they’d seen him so serious — his expression soft and worried even behind his sunglasses. His voice came out gentler than they’d ever heard it before, as he muttered the only two words he could seem to force out: “I’m sorry.”

It was then that everything Sole was storing up inside seemed to come crashing down.

“You’re sorry? You’re sorry? That’s all you have to say?!” They snapped, throwing a hand out to the side. “You’ve known everything this entire time and all I get is an I’m sorry?!”

“Sole, listen-“

“-No! No! You listen to me!” The rage and despair they’d been holding about their son was building up, and hot tears pooled in their eyes as they shouted at him: “Everyone warned me about you the second I got here! Everyone told me to stay away from you, that you were just a dirty liar, that you’d been trained out of telling the truth and that you’d taint me with your… with your… your arrogance and your ignorance and your…”

Sole’s sentence trailed off, replaced by a childish hiccup as they ran a hand through their hair. Tears were streaming down their face, and the rest of HQ had gone silent in the other room, but they didn’t care. Deacon was standing right ahead, staring straight at them. Listening.

“I dismissed everyone, saying… saying you couldn’t be that bad, that you just needed a friend, that… that…” They gripped at the collar of their shirt. “I trusted you! I trusted you, Deacon! I stood by you when no one else would, I was on your side when you told me about your past, I gave you my unconditional support and told you every detail of my life, but silly me, you already knew! Why didn’t you tell me?!”

Deacon shifted on his feet, muttering softly: “Because I was scared.”

“Huh? You were what?” Sole asked, stepping closer even though they’d very clearly heard what he said. He shifted his weight again, running a hand through his wig.

“I was scared, Sole. I didn’t want to tell you when you were fresh out of the vault, because that would’ve just screwed everything up. And then we started getting closer, and I got… I got scared of losing you, okay? I knew if I told you, you’d hate me.”

“And not telling me would be so much better?!” They shouted, wiping at the tears that were pouring down their face at an alarming rate. “Every time you’ve encouraged me to keep going, told me I would find him one day, watched me break down because I couldn’t find my baby… it was all a lie. I should’ve listened to everyone else. You’re just a dirty liar.”

Their last words came out as a half-voiced whimper, but Deacon flinched like they’d screamed it. Little did they know, it’d hit him like a bullet to the chest.

They began to sob more violently, turning away from him, choking: “Just a liar.”

“I… I didn’t mean for you to find out, Sole.”

“A lie of omission is… still a lie,” They muttered, sinking down in the small metal chair in the corner of P.A.M.’s room. They placed their hands on their knees and laced their fingers in their hair, crying. “Now would be a good time for you to disappear, like you always do.”

They didn’t hear anything for a solid thirty seconds, so they safely assumed he’d left. That was when they let themselves fall apart. They sat right there in that chair, folded over on themselves, crying like an absolute baby. Spluttering, hiccuping, weeping like a widow at a funeral. It was simply the most pitiful they’d ever looked, and the worst they’d ever felt. Their son was the leader of their worst enemy, and their best friend had been hiding it from them for their entire friendship. They were utterly and completely alone.

Until someone put a hand on their back?

They sat up, glancing at the person pitifully. They’d expected Drummer Boy, or Tinker Tom, maybe, but who they saw wasn’t either of them. It was him. He hadn’t left.

They wanted to hit him. They wanted to scream and yell and curse and shove him around and tell him how awful he was, remind him how much bad he’d done. They wanted to re-hash all the deep depths of his past that he’d whispered to them in deep conversations and pour them down on his head like acid rain, so loudly that Desdemona and all of Boston could hear. They wanted to strip him, break him, to make him nothing more than the shattered frame of a person because that’s what they were.

…But they couldn’t. Because he wasn’t a bad person. Because he didn’t deserve it. Because they loved him, Deacon, just how he was. They knew they shouldn’t have been able to look over the lies like that. They should’ve screamed and cried until their voice went out, should’ve shoved him out of their life and never allowed him back in. They should’ve closed the door in his face like everyone else had, left him to ponder what he’d done like a young child in time out. But somehow, they just couldn’t. They couldn’t do it. That very moment, when they should’ve made him feel like the scum he was, when they should’ve told him off and never spoke to him again, they…

They just wanted him.

All the rage inside of them dwindled to nothing as they stood up. Deacon was obviously expecting another explosion, for them to spew vile things and tell him off until he had no choice but to leave. But instead, Sole walked forward, wrapping their arms around him like they’d never hugged someone before in their life, whispering:

“I didn’t mean it,”

They felt his arms wrap around them securely. “I know you did, it’s okay. You were right. I am just a liar.”

A few more sobs wracked Sole’s small frame, and they tightened their grip around him, suddenly growing exceedingly desperate. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, Deacon, please, please don’t leave me. Please don’t leave, I don’t… I can’t do this without you. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, hey, boss, who said I was leaving?” He asked, pulling them closer against his chest. “Stop apologizing. I deserved to hear every bit of what you said and more. I’m not going to leave you, Sole. And that’s something I’m not willing to lie about.”

Sole sank into his embrace, crying like a baby for what seemed like hours.

They loved him.

[arcthebreeder]

DMO: Digimon Military Operatives_47.TXT

Ok-

We got out.

As I was saying BEFORE I GOT INTERRUPTED.

"Chief" came to me asking for help with her phone, knowing well that I know a lot about digimon, so I decided to leave my differences with her working place behind and help, and, just like I said, a Snatchmon invaded her phone, devouring data she had there and infecting her Digimon partner, Hagurumon, with a virus that caused it to lose data rapidly, putting him in risk of losing its DigiCore, ATM I have Fenriloogamon, Kuda-Gitsune, and Rasenmon tracking Snatchmon, while Kuzuhamon tries to generate a cure for Hagurumon with Cannondramon's help.

Despite the personal grudge I hold against her organization, "Chief" has assured me that she won't report me to anyone as long as I get Hagurumon to feel better and fix her phone, which feels more like a thread than anything else, but I would still cooperate even without the thread, she has a pretty cute bond with her partner and the last thing I would want is to cut that bond.

Getting back on track, Kuda-Gitsune apparently found not only where Snatchmon is hiding, but she also found that it is using the data to feed BEMmon it carried with her, BEMmon that I don't know how it treats, if as allies, or food, so, just to be safe, I called Canoweissmon and MegaloGrowmon to the battle, I'm case we need long-ranged destruction power, oh, and, in case you were wondering, a moment ago, we got attacked by some BEMmon that wandered the zone, they were chasing Hagurumon, since he's the weakest around all the ultimates and perfects I have going on.

Ok, I think... We found something, let me actually check and I'll move on in another log, because I truly don't know what may be in the folder I just found, but it's HEAVY.

[mathmusic8]

The Bad Batch Season 2 Episodes 7 & 8

Le gasp--it's Star Wars Wednesday and I almost forgot! And we have two episodes today?? Must be good!

Is that a Pantoran on the thumbnail for episode 7? Are we finally going to see our beloved Senator Chuchi like the trailer promised???

Very excited to find out!

(spoilers under the cut)

79s!!

...this feels significantly less lively than usual

Slip, Cade--clone names

Ohh Cade honey, I get where you're coming from, but this won't end well

...is that Crosshair?

Mm, I feel like Crosshair wouldn't have missed 

...I don't want to make light of this moment, but those were the fastest pulse checks I've ever seen in my life

Seriously? They blamed losing Kamino on a storm?? 

Yeee Bail!!!

CHUCHI!!! CLONE RIGHTS!!!!!! (this is so much fan service--I love it <333)

Rampart, put your long pointy nose back in the slimey corner where it belongs

You go, Bail <3

Wow, Mas Amedda actually had more than 2 lines of dialogue

Chuchi canonically goes to 79s <3

Wait--waIT WAIT WAIT IS THAT DOGMA

Y'ALL

Y'ALL

DOGMA IS HERE

THAT IS KRIFFING DOGMA

AANDHSUSNABCIANSBDHAUAKNFUDIASBAHAHAHDBHDHAHASBHS

...I think?

It's possible that this guy just has really similarly placed scars...

And okay, his voice doesn't sound quite right for Dogma...

...eh, I can headcanon whatever I want

Chuchi giving them the "you'll still have a life after war" talk T.T so much fan service

Is it just me or are clones in this episode either clean shaven or have exactly one style of beard that looks like Gregor's? Must be a fad XD

Slip is CT-0409 (aw, that's only a digit off from Echo T.T)

She's meeting with Rampart right after that?? Riyo, are you crazy?

Oh? Who's Slip calling? Money's on Rex, but it would be fun if it was someone else

Riyooooo be caaarefullllll!!

HE KNOWS THAT SHE KNOWS

RIYO WHY DID YOU DO THAT

The memorial features quite a lot in this series. Not that I mind <3

Hmm, I spy a blue R2 unit who is not our Artoo

Riyo understands binary <3

Yeeee Organa poking at the stupid, stupid logic of Kamino being destroyed by a storm!

...I'm so torn about this sniper y'all. He has some of Crosshair's mannerisms, but then why to vocoder?

Eaaasy Slip

Oh good

Slip is smart--I like him

Aaaaand there goes Slip. Dangit y'all

Riyo's guard is a good shot

...was a good shot. Oh he's still alive. Mm, not for long.

"I'll be right behind you." Sorry, boyo, no one believes that

Dramatic face reveal of.... REX YAY

He's not in armor anymore? Eh, poncho looks better this way anyway

Second dramatic face reveal of... not Crosshair! Hah, called it!!!

Not a trooper? What do you mean, Rex?

Oh YES WE GET TO QUESTION HIM

Aw, it's Rafa and Trace's garage

"a believer"...? uh, okay. In what? Order 66?

Oh yikes dangit boy why you gotta do that

-- Episode 8 --

Omega's meditating :D

"You wanna try?" Cute <3

"I had enough of solitude." Awww, Echo

Noooooooo Hunter used "ask" as a noun T.T I know it's a common turn of phrase these days, but my poor little grammar heart just about imploded 

Ah, so Rex is sending them to get data from the ship. ...does he not know the Bad Batch were literally there

Ahh, right, they're deserters. At least they called it out

Okay, but that log would've been wiped--oh right it's a backup log. ...still don't think that would've worked, but fine

Omega's going with Riyo? Okay

So. Much. Fan. Service. Just look at that Star Wars poncho as a disguise <3

Admiral Rampart's nearly aggressive "Senator Chuchi" XD

...Rampart what're you planning

Bail and Riyo constantly glancing back at Omega XD

Ahh, so the ex-Kaminoan senator is still around

Ohhhhhh craaaaaap she's gonna recognize Omega

Omega nooooo this is a delicate situation, you can't just say things like that--

...oh, so it wasn't a catastrophic mistake? Okay

These close-up shots of the kaminoan's head and neck are kinda unsettling haha

Awww Echo want to help Rex so much

Was that a tiny background massiff I saw? <3

Hanging onto a shuttle while in flight--Noice. Not the most practical, but noice

Rex: "He's still not better with heights?" Echo: "This is him better." XD

Course it couldn't be easy. I guess otherwise it wouldn't be fun :D

"New plan! 14, 5, 86" "All of them?" "YES" XD

See, that's why the Bad Batch actually succeeds half the time--they don't go in without a plan because they're unprepared. They have plenty of plans and implement them as needed

Rampart looks a tiny bit out of his depth in this senate session XD

Organa to save the day <3

I reallllllly hope they actually looked at the data first to confirm it's what they're looking for--oh look, it's fine

So... how does this not solve everything again?

Oh. That's why. The emperor's here.

Ah. Palpatine turned against Rampart. Sleemo

NO

PALPY DON'T YOU KRIFFING DARE TURN THIS ON THE CLONES

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

YOU DISGUSTING BALL OF SLIME

The music really makes this moment appropriately sinister

Welp. We knew it wasn't going to end well

AHHAHAVFHSJWBDUDVEUSBSUEJE OH MY HEART ECHO'S STAYING WITH REX T.T 

BUT POOR OMEGA TEARS EVERYWHERE

They better hug--oh good they do

Gah my heart

Alrighty, that's the episode! So much happened here!! So much fan service! Possible Dogma cameo! Two whole episodes of Riyo and clones rights content! Echo leaving the Bad Batch! T.T

Wonder what Crosshair's up to...

[eternumb]

Test Log 002: Exam Day

Azure was lying down in his room. He was waiting for tony to return after what happened the day prior. He still felt guilty about what he did to tony and was thinking of ways to pay him back. Not long after he hear the door open and shoots up to see tony with a crutch and clip board.

Azure: hey, glad you could make it today… what’s that stick your holding?

Tony: oh this? It’s a crutch, it’s to help support my body since you hurt my back pretty bad. But i’m fine, it’ll heal in a few day and I won’t need it anymore.

Azure: well, that’s… that’s good, but you seem to be struggling to move with it.

Tony: heh, yeah, my hands are full and it’s kinda hard to move around.

Azure: here, let me help you then.

Azure stands up and walks over to tony where he grabs him gently like a doll with his crutch and clip board in his hands. He gently carries tony over to the other side of the room with him and gently places him onto the floor. Azure then sits down next to him as to not have tony walk around too much.

Tony: uhh thank you for uhh, carrying me over here. Now then, I do have some tests I need to run on you, and since you’ve never let anyone else do these tests, I was hoping you would be nice and let me do them

Azure: I… I’d rather not, I don’t want to be some kind of guinea pig for seeing what does and doesn’t affect my body.

Tony: NO NO NO, THOSE ARE EXPERIMENTS, I’M JUST TRYING TO GET YOUR VITAL INFORMATION.

Azure: o-oh… you mean my blood type and heart rate and all that correct?

Tony: yes, that’s all I need to get, i-if you let me, you’ll never have to be asked again.

Azure: then uhhh… sure, I don’t mind if you take my vitals.

With azure’s consent, tony begins doing some basic tests and getting all of is vital information using the equipment in the lab. Such as drone scanners to get X rays of azure’s skeletal system and nervous system.

Tony: okay, we’re almost done, I just need to get heart rate and a blood sample and we should be done.

Azure: sure, what ever you need.

Tony: okay i’ll do your heart rate first so let me just scan you again for heart rate.

Azure: sure, take your time.

Tony begins the scan on azure and completes it, he looks at the screen confused before looking at azure.

Tony: ummm… okay so it’s glitching out right now and got a ready of 10 BPM which is basically impossible for you, so uhh, i’m gonna rescan you okay?

Azure: sure I don’t mind

Tony does the scan again, he wait a moment before looking at the screen confused again.

Tony: okay, now it’s saying… 258 BPM which is uhh… also impossible because your heart would’ve exploded by now… so I’m gonna do another scan

Azure: do as many as you need, this genuinely doesn’t bother me

Tony: thank you, now let’s hope it works this time

Tony does another 8 attempts, none of which are close to possibly accurate readings, which frustrates tony.

Tony: THIS STUPID PROGRAM’S BUSTED IT’S NOT EVEN CONSISTENT IN THE READINGS

azure: hey hey hey, calm down, i know you’re frustrated at the machine but there’s gotta be another way to get a proper reading

Tony: well i could just hear your heart, but i would need a stethoscope… actually… no I wouldn’t, you’re heart should beat loud enough if i put my ear on your chest i can hear it.

Azure: s-so you want to uhhh… lie on my chest for a minute and get my heart rate that way?

Tony: yeah… oh, OF- OF COURSE IF IT’S FINE WITH YOU OBVIOUSLY I MEAN YOUR BODY YOUR CHOICE AFTER ALL HEHEHE.

Without even thinking for a second, azure grabs tony and gently places him on his chest, where both lie down in awkward silence. Tony keeps tract of the beats while azure simply keeps calm as to not disrupt the data.

Tony: okay… 80 BPM, that’s far more accurate then anything else from the machine.

Azure: that’s… that’s good, ummm… I don’t mean to sound creepy but… how does it feel?

Tony: well your heart SOUNDS healthy so I don’t think that’s anything to worry about

Azure: No, I meant, how does it feel to ummm… lie on my chest?

Tony: OH… ummm, it’s… it’s soft, and uhhh, warm, and c-calming to be honest.

Azure: oh… that’s good to hear, guess that means if you’re ever stressed out you can just… lie on top of me

Tony: yeah… ummm, so why don’t I get that blood sample and I’ll turn in the data.

Azure: of course, here, you should be able to get it from a vein on my arm

Azure brings his arm close to tony where he sticks a needle into it and grabs a small blood sample. Azure then gently carries tony over to the door and helps him to stand with his crutch.

Tony: thank you for being cooperative, it definitely made my day a LOT easier.

Azure: yeah, uhh it’s no problem, hey before you go… can I uhh…

Tony: can you what?

Azure: it’s… it’s nothing, nevermind

Tony: hey, as long as it won’t hurt me, I won’t mind, after all I did do those tests today, I feel like it’s only fair if you get to do something to me.

Azure: umm… okay, just uhh hold still, please.

Azure lowers himself to the floor completely and gets his face closer and closer to tony. Tony is a bit frightened not knowing what he was going to do until he felt azure’s giant lips press against his entire body. After removing his lips, azure take a minute to realize what has happened.

Azure: WELL THAT WAS UHH DEFINITELY WEIRD UHH SORRY ABOUT THAT, WHY DON’T YOU GO GET THAT DATA SUBMITTED HUH?

Tony: OH UH YEAH SURE, I’LL DO THAT RIGHT NOW SEE YA TOMORROW BYE.

[simpingwriter]

Cal Kestis x Kyra Yarmot

'In the Name of Love' FINAL CHAPTER/pt.12

Well, this is it. Time to end their Jedi Story-

Had my bumps and rocks in the road with the ending, but I hope I didn't disappoint too much.

And as always I would love to hear your thoughts, especially now, about the first installment, maybe last, depending on the outcome of the poll.

Update: The 2nd Book is currently being written and posted, just in case you didn't know.

TW: Character Death.

...

ENJOY! :D

Word Count: approx. 6.100 Words

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With regained confidence, regained bravery and most importantly: with the definite knowledge of Cal being safe, not being hurt or worse, you began your way back to the Mantis.

Trilla gave you one thing to look for: the Archived Data Log from 30 cycles ago, Data Log Nr. 8749…it wouldn't hold all the things they did. But apparently the first proof of many that you would need to know that they did these atrocities.

Your stomach still gurgling with heavy complaints about you just deciding like that to follow the lead of an Inquisitor, you comm the crew. For whatever reason, Cal requested of you to remain mute when around them once more. But then again, you could think of a small reason: Not letting them know that you witnessed something else that threw you back OUT of your muted mental state.

Fortunately, you comm-ing them has become the universal code for "I'm done with the mission."

Cal told BD what he was supposed to say "for you", since this was the previous highly convoluted communication method.

BD was immediately on board, nodding feverishly and to a degree you both worried he could tear an important cable on accident. BD also voiced the constant worry he had felt for you, how he wished desperately that he wasn't so "small and useless", that he would have defended you more.

"Don't worry, buddy. You already did far more than I managed to do, you stayed at her side no matter what…i couldn't even do that..."

Seeing Cere stand in the arch of the ship's entrance, arms crossed and waiting, you felt off. But after your senses already betrayed you back on what they felt about Cal's fate, you suddenly no longer wanted to trust them this blindly anymore.

Though, what if they just took a beating as well during your general steady decline? It probably would take a good while for your senses to be like they used to be.

"Where is the child?" She asks…coldly, at least usually she attempts to be normal when approaching you. Not right now though, staring at you and the little Droid on your back, comfortable as always between the roots of your wings. That one Droid that prepared his lie on the way back, 'No child. Not even a trail. Only an ambush'

You never understood why BD refused speak the same full, intelligent sentences with the rest as he did with you or Cal, but you would have to ask him later at night. Wherever you two would spend that night today…

"An ambush? You're telling me that the Informant lied to us? He was a trusted source, how do you explain that?!" She had never yelled like that before, what had gotten into her? BD too sunk lower between your wings as you began to fake your fear, dodging her icy glare. She needed to believe that you didn't get back your strength, it would make BD's attempt at investigating harder than needed.

But...if you could, you would show her what you thought of her, Data Log or not. You would give her a demonstration of what a mere padawan was capable off with enough incentive.

What an animal is capable of.

Then Merrin came into view, her outfit letting you know exactly what she had been doing beforehand: testing out rituals in her room, as always. She…also had an odd look quite shortly ghosting over her unique features and you remember the jealousy you even now still felt towards her. But her express was not as bad as Cere's, she looked more hurt than anything else, "Wait, an ambush, does that mean...that there was no kid?" Deciding you needed to finally get onto the ship, you ever so silently shake your head dismissively while pushing your body past the still stiff Cere. You could feel the glare even from behind, it rivaled the heat of a Lightsaber pressed against your scaly back...

"Apparently there was no child, even though the information came from one of my most trusted sources and I make sure everyone around me is trustworthy…" Cere explained to the young Nightsister with an accusatory tone directed towards you in every word as you hurried past them all, ignoring the surprised Greez coming out of his room at that moment.

You didn't want to see their faces any longer than you had to anymore, taking everything in your body to keep the control over your emotions. Years of training with Master Tegra finally paid off...but for how long could you continue like that?

Why did they even talk to you in the first place, if the only thing they probably still saw in you was the animal that made you up partially. To them, your human side was dead, broken and wasting away in the void. Maybe they thought the most human thing left of you was the ability to understand their words...

And they probably also thought that you felt the same way, since, well…a human would talk, wouldn't he?

You hated such simple minded beliefs, like they were the actual animals at the end of the day...

Seeing only animal or human.

Only black or white.

Only good or bad…

Refusing to elaborate your finds beyond BD trying to sell the made up Ambush story coming straight from Cal's fantastic grey cells as good as he possibly could – in that case staying behind in the living area and near the cockpit for you – you quickly disappeared into your formerly shared quarters once more. The karking engine room…

No matter how silent one actually runs in the end, the Engine room usually was used in stories to tell the listeners how rodents managed to hide on a ship, scavenging for the rotten scraps of the actual passengers.

And if not for dirty, unwanted or undesired animals, for said rodents, it was used to describe the nearly nonstop working place for the underpaid workers that kept the ship's engine from dying to malfunctions. Though that story metaphor would fit much better on a big ship. Not a little nutshell like the Mantis is.

In this story…their story…you're the rodent.

The animal.

So, just like an animal clearly is supposed to behave, you strip your sweaty and dirty clothes off your body. They unfortunately took quite a beating from the sheer endless missions since you bought them and it's been just as long as Cal was gone since you had gotten the chance to even buy a new set of clothes that fit your unusual requirements, or even new underwear. Or new anything…

The Mantis was nothing but a safer, more dry

cave...

Using the mirror from Cal, you dared to truly look at yourself for the first time again.

You looked like an animal too. A malnourished and severely sleep deprived animal. Dark, dry circles marked your sunken in eyes, only now you saw a small glimmer back in them, hope. Or was it anger? You didn't know, as both had been lost to you, so it might as well have been both.

Your blunt and splintered claws went to feel the areas of your face scales that stood out most to you, having to realize that they stood out that much because they turned out to be dry and flakey. Very dry. No wonder they itched so badly, they hadn't seen any other moisture but shower water, tears and sweat. And sometimes blood.

How could you just…let yourself go like that?

You never had such issues back in the actual karking wild almost six months ago and there you didn't have access to showers and moisturizer every day or even every week. You had months you looked like absolute dogwater and yet…you looked even worse for wear now. Because you knew you let that happen to you despite being able to run away the whole time...

Back then you had no choice and you knew the appearance would change again as soon as you found your way onto a planet that thankfully knew what a Refresher was. You had this hope constantly keeping you from seeing it coming down to the very worst.

Unlike these three months... you were sure this was it. You found your mate and lost him within 24 hours tops and it made you feel like you didn't even deserve to call yourself whatever your species was, that even your ancestors would shake their heads at your pathetic life story. Even their name had become too obscure, enough to be forgotten to time…

The door above, the one you locked, suddenly hissing open caught you off guard as you quickly covered the mirror again, carefully slinking back to the front to see who managed to unlock the door. But at the sight, it should've been obvious…it's just BD-1.

'I locked it again!' Just like a good boy is supposed to. You hold out your hands at the opening for the ladder, motioning to him to jump down onto them.

Once back on your level, he jumped off your hands as well, pacing to the beds quietly. "D-did you find anything?" You whisper as quietly as you possibly could, not wanting them to find out just too soon. One part of your mind wished he didn't, not sure if you could withstand the possibility of having being lied to all your life and yet BD nods slowly, staying quiet nonetheless, simply looking at you with his Optics. He wasn't able to stand still, prancing around on his legs like something bugged him.

"So? What did you fi-"

And without another warning except a low and depressing toot, clearly in defeat of you apparently not having forgotten what you two came here for in the first place – Would be quite silly to think that you would just leave it at that – he starts…a recording.

A data log…

'Recording Data Log Nr. 8749, This is Cordova, currently on the planet Rhothant, a quite mysterious but breathtaking one. Accompanied by my new Padawan, Cere Junda, I and various others of the Order have been sent here to check in the operations. I of course took that opportunity to do some recordings for my research for the many species of the Galaxy.'

The recording went on with the by now familiar man, though much younger than on the holograms he left for Cal. Next to him? An also younger version of Cere, nothing but a metr child, even younger than you and Cal are right now. The events of the recording started off in a mine, looking similar to what various books and legends talked about when they mentioned your kind, but bigger...and quite obviously industrial. Massive, hollowed out structures and mass amounts of rails leading into more tunnels that lead to even more tunnels, rock piles being towered high at the furthest end.

And then…then you saw them, one in particular.

Another one of your kind…barely recognizable as one by the severe disfigurement.

Shackled. Bruised. His wings were cut beyond any chances of healing or fixing them, leaving nothing but badly healed stumps to keep him from attempting possibly another escape…not that he mentally looked anywhere near capable of that.

His red eyes were vibrant in color and yet glazed over, a special place that once had to have held strong willpower and maybe also love for his very own special one, his former mate. Dust and dirt stuck in every fine crevice of his green scales, his horns cut short and blunted down, undoubtedly a bad job with the horns' nerve endings seriously inflamed when they were cut into as well by accident, just like his wings.

The further the recording went, you found more of them. They all looked the same way, tired, dirty, sickly…working till they eventually broke down...

And slowly but surely, you also felt yourself become ill at their appearance, at the conditions they were kept in...the first tear rolling down your face as you had to watch their suffering, painfully aware that you could no longer help them...

And in all of that, you did not see the Empire's Sigil once, for one obvious reason that Trilla called out before you left: This was years…literal years before they had even been able to create and manage such a huge project! At this point of history, they had to have been in hiding still…

No, the only symbol proudly displayed at the entrance of this one mine – Cordova talking about there being over 20 others… – was the sign of…of the Republic.

Trilla was right.

The enemy was right.

The very people that you trusted for all your life, the one you trusted and followed in their footsteps blindly…the one you trusted with your life should it ever be endangered. It was them all along? They caused the extinction of your species and you fought for their beliefs like an idiot!

While Cordova walked towards something glowing in the back, you began to doubt yourself, for never having seen the massive hole in their story until today…and how nobody else did either.

It was taken across the Galaxy, taken at face value by everyone that heard it. Not one person in the Republic questioned their cover up stories, no one even dared to think about investigating, after all, for what? Since it must've been so evident that it had to have been the Sith that caused such a massacre, only they are capable of cruelty after all…!

They just let your kind rot and die on their own planet, slaving away at the hands of the very same Republic that made slavery illegal with the Rights to Sentience clause. They talked about that very clause for hours in school at the Jedi Temple back then, the disgusting hypocrisy you had to witness in this very moment causing more and more acidic bile to rise up your throat.

And in that whole recording, there was Cere…not once looking majorly shocked by what she saw. When she saw one of the workers break down and nobody came to help that poor, dying man, even then her warm smile didn't leave. For Cere, this was nothing bad…for her this was for "the greater good" of the Republic, just like any other old, boring Resource Project Cordova dragged her to. She didn't feel the same or any pain on that day, even by being present, instead of the pain and hopelessness you felt by only being able to watch that frail man collapse.

He didn't move after he fell, the nerves in the stub – that once had to have been a majestic and battle hardened tail – making it twitch from muscle memory, two Worker Droids grabbing the now lifeless body by his cut open feet and dragging it away to some unnamed tunnel. You could only imagine what lies at the end of it…

Goosebumps began to cover your exposed skin as even BD looked like he became uncomfortable from watching that section, probably a second time too now...

And makers, you really didn't want to continue watching. You had seen what was needed to be seem to make your...undebatable decisions…but you had to see the rest, you deserved to at least find out why they were held so deep underground...no matter the emotional distress you already went through from only the first parts.

Many...way, way too many...gut wrenching moments later, you felt your eyes tearing up at all these atrocities they managed to hide from you. The people that took care of you…did they all know?

Did Master Tegra know?

Did your Clones know?

Did you really trust and leave your life at the hands of people that previously enslaved your whole species?! Now you wondered if even they, your only family back as a youngling…did even they saw nothing but an exploitable animal when they looked at you? Did they never feel any shame or did they just take all these lives lost for granted…for this supposed greater good?

A familiar object on the video lets your mouth fall open though…that was their karking reason…

Kyber Crystals. Huge chunks, rivaling the purity of Ilum's…

Chromium, mine cart after mine cart with its raw form being taken out from the small holes they forced the men through.

Cortosis, a blaster conductive and even Lightsaber resistant metal…though not very useful for armor in the end.

And, shockingly enough…Beskar. Far less than what could be found on Mandalore and Concordia, but the fact alone that Rhothant seemingly had notes of the high quality Iron…

"And the Metal Resources are just the tip of the iceberg if we're talking about all the uses these strong, durable creatures have for the Republic. One of the greatest discoveries-" even if for just a moment, you scowl at his tasteless choice of words, calling you and your Species Creatures…he really only saw you as animals. Work Animals that helped him to further his karking Studies…

" -was that this Species has shown critically increased potential for Force Sensitivity, even the untrained children showing an incredible connection to the Force from a young age, which would now bring us to our next two uses as this species."

He left the mines, the video skipped further ahead before suddenly stopping entirely as BD shook his head terrified, optics begging you to now ask him to show you what he did end up skipping. And you didn't…for now.

You could continue this horrible revelation later, for now you had to atleast try thinking about what you just now witnessed instead...

Everyone probably knew and they deliberately chose to keep that information from you and…how…how did you even end up in the Jedi Temple?

You already told Cal once – during your few one on one days – that you didn't remember anything about where you came from – not even the name of your apparent Homeplanet, Rhothant, rang a bell – the last memories before the Jedi Temple a painful blur whenever you tried to reach back to that part of your life, as you were nothing but a mere toddler back then. You had been in Master Tegra's care for as long as you could actually remember…he was like your father figure, he had always been far more than just a mentor to you...

Could it be that Cal connected the dots before you?

Did they take you from your parents against their will...and how many kids were hit with the same fate as you?

'Please...don't watch the rest…' BD whoops and beeps quietly – slowly beginning to back off with the worry of you perhaps trying to manually continue the recording – clearly knowing much more than you at that moment, maybe even too much for his innocent personality...

And for your currently scrambled eggs like mental state, you were sure that was better as of now. But his odd request worried you…what kind of things were on that damned recording? What else did they do to your people?!

"I won't. For now…but someday I will have to, even if i don't want to feel this way again. I deserve to know the full reason that apparently made erasing a whole species okay to do in their eyes…" you return bitterly, giving him some much needed and yet trivial head scratches, not just for him but also to attempt calming your fringed nerves, your tail tip – even while having become blunt like your claws – breaking any unfortunate loose object behind you as it erratically and strongly swished back and forth across the ship's floor, taking significant part in showcasing your inner turmoil at this moment.

You never knew if BD was even able to feel your head scratches, only that he seemed to at least acknowledge and play into them for you, leaning closer to your claws everytime, sometimes going as far as lying down next to you. Next to him taking recharging breaks at night, those were probably the moments he moved the least, simply enjoying these few moments left that weren't occupied by missions or you being haunted by your own trauma and nightmares...

BD trusted you and you trusted BD.

'You're taking this better than I had thought.'

Oh you don't even know BD…the stacked and build up anger deep within you was boiling hot, like the centuries old Magma in a Volcano ready to finally erupt after keeping quiet for all these years. But you had to hold back for now…you…you had to contact someone first...

"I'm not."

A small 'oh no…' was all he could answer to your sudden and blatant change in tone, shortly letting your actual emotions shine through as you changed the selected frequency on your wrist comm, blocking a different one while you were at it anyways.

You wouldn't need the other one anymore after the next events of today.

"...Cal, are you there? It's…it's Kyra…" you heard your voice break in-between, starting to sob as the realization now fully settled in at your thoughts, eating away at your sanity once more. He almost immediately responded, clearly having run towards the stationary comm on their ship as he pants out his response, "Y-yes, I'm here!...is everything alright…Kyra?...are you okay?"

For a moment you pause, imagining him in standing directly front of you as he talked, the same handsome smile as always, just as you desired to keep remembering through these tough months, though right now he was probably frowning from his tone. He was worried, obviously.

While you miserably tried to think about your next choice of words, BD went to the small bedside table on Cal's side, motioning you with his head to come to his side. He needed to show you something...

"…I…I found it, well BD did…and- please…please, come get us before...before I do something I might not regret." The words came out more panicked than you initially intended them to, having yourself partially choked up on your suddenly overwhelming emotions crashing in like waves…you're on the same ship as someone that was a proud part of the people that caused your species' extinction.

You had slept on that same ship as that monster person…without a care in the Galaxy.

As you went to look at what BD wanted to show you so pressingly, dragging yourself half-heartedly over to the droid, Cal cursed on the other end of the comm, talking to Trilla in the back. But you didn't catch what he was talking about until he turned back to the comm.

"Does that mean that you-" "Yes, Cal-...what…what is that, is that what i think it is?!"

BD at first pulled then pushed open the small drawer, some useless little tidbits Cal sometimes fiddled with, old screws and various slightly worrying amounts of candy wrappers littering the upper layer. But below it lied a…a tip. Inside of a glass casing suspended was an animal's tail tip.

Not just of any tail, but of a severed dragon tail.

The appendage had a small bit of the original tail left, the red meat on the inside, the bone…everything. Even the purple blood was preserved within the glass-like substance.

"C-cal…" It was nothing but a weakened whimper now, the comm barely picking it up, the hand that just held onto the offending object dropping it like it burned even your skin, the clank of it keeping you from totally drifting elsewhere. This once belonged to an actual living, breathing being! A living being that was the same as you!

Wh-why was this here?

"Yes, my love?!" ... M-my love…

"D-dragon Tail…in…in...", how he even still heard you through the further and further receding quality our your choked out sobbing was a mystery, but you wouldn't be surprised if it was simply the helpless feeling of distress he sensed even through the artificial communication, all the way back in the mountains where their ship had landed. "O-oh that…I found it while sneaking into Cere's room while everyone else was out, when i tried finding more of these grotesque Data Logs…"

It was Cere's, of course it was. Who…who else would keep such a disgusting display, like...a trophy…

"I…I think I shouldn't have touched it, Kyra…"

Why-...no…

"You could feel it, couldn't you? Their pain?" Every once in a while you would actually almost forget about Cal's special force ability, Psychometry, that he could not just sense the emotions connected to objects, he would see and hear the past events the object was in and used for unfold. He would've seen this dragon-person's entire life and upbringing…and their eventual death, a death that couldn't have been natural with Cere keeping the tail...

"And…and so much more, Dragonfly…I couldn't stay any longer after witnessing that...T-That poor old man, Kyra. I-I just couldn't look at her the same karking way anymore, you have to understand-" Was that his true catalyst, why he finally made this decision? The echo of this very tail tip?

"I do..."

Effectively avoiding having to look at the tail a second time, you leave his old bedside, kneeling down to the flat drawer below your bed. Pulling it out, you're faced with mostly all the Ponchos that once belonged to Cal, even his most treasured one...the one he said he always wore back on Bracca, looking the most worn of them all. After he left, you relocated them to your also mostly empty drawer, switching out the one you held during your "sleep" every three rotations for a different one, trying your best to keep his scent in your thoughts. Because at first, when you didn't and his scent faded from your pallet, you had become restless. You no longer knew where he was and then you even began to lose the way he smelled, it caused near panic at one night.

It was BD who one night pulled one of the Ponchos towards your bed. Initially not because of the Scent, he simply thought a piece to remember him by would help you get through that especially difficult night. The first of many...

And Cal had so incredibly many, even after almost three whole months, you still hadn't used a Poncho twice…but your favorite had always been the dark blue one, "Hyper Shell"-branded one he wore to almost every mission. It smelled the most of him...his scent clinging to it like an expensive cologne just got dumped all over it, it almost ended up making you dizzy from the overwhelming amount of him on it.

"Hey Cal…?" You whisper back, trying to calm your overall emotions down to low…simmering…as you shakily grabbed a backpack from the same drawer, "Yes?" His tone was almost the same as yours, barely holding on, but for you, he kept his still very noticeable anger back.

"W-which Ponchos should I bring with me?"

And there it was. A dry chuckle. He loved your absolutely absurd ways to try and ease up a tense situation, air usually thick enough to cut with a knife or claws. But today…he knew himself that if he didn't play along with your almost pathetic last attempts at keeping yourself emotionally and mentally in check, he would find nothing but metal scrap in the Mantis' former spot. "You know I like them all-" "T-then…all- all it is."

He heard it in your voice, you were moments from going off like a badly built firecracker wheel he vaguely remembered from Coruscant being used during Republic Day…he can more than imagine how it must feel to slowly begin to realize that for years, you celebrated the same people that caused your suffering in the first place.

If he so desired, he could feel your Echo as well, your unique and one of a kind shared connection making it all possible. But he was afraid of what he might get to see, the death of your Master, your friends, everyone you had ever loved or seen as close enough to call family before he entered your life.

What he was even more afraid of was that he would get to see what exactly you meant when you said you were endangering him by being at his side.

"Kyra-"

A hard knock against your still locked door lets your fingers almost automatically fly to the end-call button, eyes wide at the not-just-yet-intrusion. But you were smarter than to answer verbally, knowing you would lose your cover that way. Though...by now…did you need to anymore anyways?

"Kyra, get out here quick, the scanner just picked up an Imperial Inquisitor Ship coming right to our location, we need to leave ASAP!" And Inquisitor's ship…he…he was really coming to get you?!

The door hissed open with you unlocking it, setting you immediately eye to eye with…with her. Calm down, Kyra, don't…don't…do not let her-

"WHAT?!" ah sssshit-

"I knew it." You repeat, WHAT?!

Something on your face, maybe your expression or the fresh tear stains, must've triggered her as her dark eyes widened, a bitter scowl all she thought you were worthy of as she grabbed you harshly by the shoulder. How did she dare?! Has she already forgotten in these three months that you could quite literally make her body implode and then explode if she angered you any more than she had already?

And boy were you close to-

click.

"You think simple karking shackles can keep you safe from me?!"

You had broken so many of them in your surprisingly short life, a shocking amount due to a certain Mandalorian's inability to stay out of trouble like everyone on the ship usually told him to and demanding you to follow him on his trips, since he wanted you to use them for hands-on training. Trips that always turned out interesting, fun, exciting. Even if they were dangerous, especially for teen back then. They stimulated all the right corners of your young and reckless dragon brain…adrenaline was your drug back then. And you still liked it when doing such things at the side of the right company.

"I wouldn't have used them if I didn't know that they would. Bought them a month after that traitor dragged you along, just in case you ever went out of your boundaries...like right now."

The sheer audacity she had to call Cal a Traitor was actually the biggest insult in that whole sentence as you began to struggle against the unexpectedly heavy binds.

Nobody insulted him. Not without consequences!

"How, how did you know?!" She continued dragging your less than willing legs into the middle of the living area, Merrin and Greez huddled behind the holomap, which wouldn't have been much use to them if it weren't for the shackles, as they watched Cere push you to the ground and onto your knees.

Force Suppressing Cuffs…if you wouldn't know better, they felt like they weakened more than just your Connection to the Force…you couldn't even resist against her pushing you and you were many times physically stronger than this old hag.

"I had a tiny helper…though he did it unknowingly...he is way too loyal to you two."

BD…did she activate the camera function without any of you three noticing or realizing? And when…when did she-

"Yes, I knew where Cal went. All this time. That's why I held back BD, in case he managed to get ahold of you already back then…" she sighs, eyeing the mentioned Droid, he had been quick to run to your side, nudging your side worriedly, trying to dodge her glare by hiding under your hands. And his entire frame shook, more emotions present in one miniature Droid than even half of the old Republic Senate it seemed…

'You need to stand up and do something, please, Kyra! Cal…Cal, he's coming for us…'

You know that, BD, you know…but Cere's grip on your shoulder felt like Neuranium pressed down on you. You were forced to hear her stupid monologue, barely getting out your own words as she went on. And on...

"But fortunately back then, you still were on the right path. You ran away. But he was already inside of your head, like a parasite he infested your already greatly flawed mind..." Who did she think she was to decide what was wrong with you? She wasn't your Master, she wasn't your boss…she was nothing to you, she never had been anything in the first place! The only respect she ever got out from you was for Cal, to keep him and you out of trouble!

When your wrist comm beeped, telling you about a call from "Unknown", you panicked…but just for a moment.

Apparently she was already fully aware of you and Cal talking again, so why shouldn't she hear his words. The words of the boy she called traitor while it was the other way around, stabbing you in the back, lying and keeping important truths to herself. "BD…could you, please?" He understood your request to accept the call and did so before Cere reached him again, running back in front of you, where your body was able to shield his much smaller one.

"Kyra?! I was worried that you didn't pick up, we're almost there, have you got everything you want?"

Cere, listening without interrupting him, came to a loud laugh as she gripped your shoulder tighter, drawing a wince from you. How was she able to…what kind of Cuffs are these?!

You heard him gasp at her familiar voice behind the small wrist comm before catching on, "Cere…" "Did you really think I'm that stupid, little boy? I have years and years more life experience than either of you two combined. I know the faces of people planning to backstab me more than you would expect…"

While she…continued monologuing…something you realized you deserved to do for at least once in your messed up life, you motioned BD subtly to go for the door controls. If Cal said he was there soon, you had to get ready to go, a slight problem being the fact that you saw the Mantis already in the air now. They really were going to leave the planet, they are about to kidnap you!

The thought alone, being separated by Cal once again – probably that time forever after you lost your cover – made a unique but familiar panic settle into your bones. You had to get out!

You had to get back to him!

Cal!

"Let me…go!" In the back, Greez shouts out in pain as he stumbles backwards and into Merrin, a small bright flicker from the edge of your vision saying everything you needed to know, BD shocked Greez. He definitely tried to keep him off the door controls, Merrin now also trying to restrain his small body. But within time, he got there anyway. Using his scomp link, the Droid just barely dodged Merrin to quickly scurry back over to you, his sanctuary.

"Karking dammit! BD blocked the door controls, I need to manually override them if the door is supposed to close again!" Manual overrides took ages on this stupid ship…

"Thank you BD…" you whisper, but the Droid never reaches you again, hearing his "shouts" behind you. At the same time, the near crushing weight of her hand lifted off of you.

In an instant you used that returned freedom, spinning your body around while getting back onto your feet to face Cere, albeit very unsteady as you stare her down. If…if you just could…

You wanted to hurt her, you never wanted anything more than to just…H U R T HER.

M A I M HER.

RIP HER A P A R T...

Nothing would've held you back anymore by now…but of course these horrible Cuffs took away your strength once more after only just an hour ago gaining them back finally.

"Just like Master Cordova had predicted all these years ago…Your kind was destined to wander the wrong path, way too easily drawn to their emotions, to their attachments, just Animals after all... Just. Like. You. They were lost and so are you!" She shouts, holding onto BD's small legs as he feverishly struggles against her hand. But his Shock Mod still had to recharge fully…not much longer, Buddy.

With the door now fully opened – Greez already working on that override – you felt the push of air from the Mantis flying higher via autopiloting. But that wasn't everything...you also heard another ship getting closer, a distant hiss of a heavy ship door opening mid flight.

He was here. Your mate has come back for you…you're not condemned!

"Maybe the wrong path for a Jedi…but I always saw this whole system as flawed in itself. There is more than black and white!" Your growling shout returns, you felt the anger quite literally vibrate in your body.

It fought against your restraints. The Force didn't like to be contained and you disliked it as well…something in common, huh?

Over the Comm, you heard Cal shouting your name in desperation, partially reaching your ears from the outside as well as you backed up towards his voice's direction. Hands cuffed or not, your wings would not be able to be contained!

In some sense, your kind would've always remained free, if they hadn't cut their wings off…mutilated them and the most prided body parts the dragon People possessed.

"You need to Jump now, Kyra!"

No, not without BD! You wouldn't leave him, he was your friend and he was Cal's best friend!

Closing distance once more for just a split second, you – with a swift upwards whip of your tail – leave a deep and memorable cut on her thighs, watching BD drop unceremoniously to the ground. You took that as your signal to turn around and start towards the door once again, he would be quick enough to jump onto you in time.

Already out on the small door's platform, you fought against the increasingly thinner air, shielding your eyes with an arm as you begin to spread your wings. You saw Cal at the other side, golden eyes wide as he smiled hopeful and arms spread wide to catch you, just in case you needed it. Or maybe he just wanted to hold you again as soon as he could...

He missed you terribly. He let you feel that emotion and all these others swarming his thoughts at this very moment.

From behind, you heard BD's little metallic feet approach quickly, hastily beeping something you didn't make out in time as you begin to push yourself o-

Until you heard the familiar humming.

And you had to realize way too late...your lightsaber was no longer at your hips. It was gone.

"I am not letting the Empire get another one of you! Even if I have to kill you myself!" Before you're even able to be surprised and call out in shock, your eyes catch the flash white blade of your Weapon directly next to you, the smell of burned skin reaching your nose as she slashed through...through...

Then you saw a flap of your wing fluttering loosely against the wind-

She cut your wing!

Cuffed hands or not, you would make her pay with her pathetic karking life, now! Spinning on your heels, you ignored Cal's panicked outburst at Cere's actions, unidentifiable words being shouted towards someone else. Small specks of purple blood disappeared in the winds as you growled at her, feeling your lungs heat up.

The abilities of your species weren't bound to the force...

But she also had BD once again in her grip! No, you- you couldn't use fire now! It would break him alongside her. And she was aware of them, your "attachments"…, slowly stepping closer, the white blade pointed towards your unprotected throat.

Not exactly Jedi-like behavior, was it?

"Don't make this any harder for any of us…" she says against the winds as you get closer to the atmosphere. You…you couldn't fly anymore...never again..., how should you get off here?!

Before you could get even a foot closer to her to free BD from her grasp, you felt an invisible force begin pushing you back. N-no…how? Cere said she cut her connection a long time ago! How was she doing this?!

"You think I will tell suspects of betrayal my own plans?"

And with that, she gave you the final push.

Within moments you lost your footing as your arms began to waver and you fell...

You tried to the best of your ability to keep your spinning body steady in the air, but your mutilated wing membrane made that impossible as you narrowly missed the platform of Cal's ship.

It all felt like slow-motion as you fell not into his arms...but past him, the sudden change to fear and worry as he realized that you continued falling...that you kept falling without being able to stop yourself.

From above, you hear Cere shout in pain, calling out BD's name as you watch him jump after you while your body was facing upwards for a short moment.

No, he has even less control over his body at this height! He wouldn't make it!

"BD NOOOOO!" You shout upwards, hoping Cal could catch at least the his beloved Droid…BD can't leave him alone now, not when you are about to already...

But BD wasn't even close to the Inquisitor's Ship Platform, falling towards you like a rock and hitting you straight on the head.

You were about 1 mile off ground, if you speed up your fall to catch up to him, you could at least save BD by cushioning his own fall…

Cal can't lose both of you…

For the last time and for the first time in years, you remembered your advanced flying techniques, using the aerodynamics of whatever is left of your wings, spearing towards the yelling BD Unit. His panicked, clearly distressed beeps and boops got closer and closer, until you finally had his body back in your claws, streaks of salty tears running across your face as you cradle him close to your body.

That maneuver though also guided your fall directly across a big gap in the ground. A canyon split…

Giving the two ships one last glance above, you sneered when the Mantis simply pulled off, using the shock of Cal to leave the Atmosphere now. Within seconds, they were gone. Leaving you to die, like she told you…

After all these things you did for them too...

You were too far below already to hear his physical pained cries of your name, but the connection was still intact.

You felt the tears on his own face, his fists slamming uncaringly against the metal he now kneeled on, the very beat of his heart and now you knew he was yelling instructions at the pilot of the ship the whole time. Unfortunately, it wouldn't be in time…the ship wouldn't be able to catch up in time, nonetheless stop your fall without crushing you.

You fell past the massive stone walls of the canyon and grazed the first rock outcrop, not even able to cry out in pain at the sudden sharp impact to your side, immediately feeling the air leave your lungs as you began to get thrown side to side from the momentum you build by now.

Ever felt like your whole body was getting broken…but you couldn't scream? You couldn't voice your agony, no matter how much you tried?

Like you're being controlled...

Purple blood from your growing amount of open lacerations, lighter than the rest of you, spotting in the air above you as you continued your fall to your demise, body becoming limp like a ragdoll.

All...all you had wanted was one last kiss…one last hug that you actually reciprocated.

Why…why didn't you kiss him when you had the chance to earlier? Why didn't you press yourself against his embrace like it would be your last?

You regretted so many things in life, but none as much as keeping him away from you in these short fleeting moments, feeling so stupid for pushing him away earlier.

You…you loved him. No matter what he became, what you became…

No matter where he went, you would've followed, to the end of the Galaxy if it had to be…

But your realization was a little too late now, feeling bones break on each impact. And a normal human would've died on the first outcrop they hit…they would've had the easy way out…

But you're not normal…you're a monster. A creature, the last of its kind...soon ending it for good.

A creature that only wanted to have a home to return to at the end of the day…was this too much to ask for?

You heard his thoughts one last time, realizing he heard yours too...your wishes, your doubts, your regrets..., seconds before BD slipped from your hands at the last outcrop that you hit, your final and last frail scream consisting of nothing but BD's short name as this cocktail of you two's...emotions hit you like a Train at full Speed…

'I LOVE YOU, KYRA! KYRAAAA! I DON'T WANT TO LOSE YOU TOO, PLEASEEE!'

This was no thought of his, it was the breaking Wrist Comm…it also took a beating, his voice slightly garbled but you still fully heard his intended words as you began to cry. He loved you…he kept reminding you...even at your lost moments. You would never forget, even after death, for Cal.

You remember every time he told you these simple words, everytime you wondered how you even deserved them. But unlike back then, you didn't want fight these feelings any longer. You just wished you were given more time with him…to show him how much you loved him back as well.

Now, he would never be able to give you this place you wished for, a place to make your dream come true, even in the chaos of the current times…

He would've done anything and everything for you.

All in the Name of Love…

"I love you too…Ca-"

Crack-

Within moments you felt one last impact on your neck, your back and your head, the force throwing your already mangled body to the side as the last thing you heard was the gut wrenching shouting of your name coming from your wrist...from everywhere...

And everything went black as you gave you last ragged breath...

Today, we write about the day that the Galaxy lost yet another Jedi…

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[blog-reflection]

ONE / Thirty Three - Data Storage

Police officer: Is there a Mr. Fall around?

I got the chills all around my body. If the police are asking for me, it sure has something to do with the doors and that can’t be a good sign for any of us. I raised my hand and stood out in front of the group of staff members and teachers. 

Police officer A: James William Fall? The headmistress told us that you are the one in charge of all the entries. Is that right? James: Yes ma’am, how can I help? Police officer A: Come with us, we need more, private talk. James: As you wish.

I was about to shit myself. What could she possibly want from me and why does she take me into crossfire with one of her mates. We were going for a bit before we entered one of the classrooms. The officer I was talking to was leaning against the teacher's desk while the other one was walking around in circles, which made me even more nervous than I had to be. 

Police officer A: Listen Mr. Fall, We just need to know if there is any backup of who went in and outside the door. We haven’t seen any signs of a break in, the person must have gotten in through the door just like anyone else. James: Oh right! Yeah I…One Second! Police officer B: Hey Kid, slow it down. There might be a weapon in this thing. Police officer A: Kent just shut it, he isn’t armed he’s frightened. And if you start to gunpoint nothing will make him do it faster so just stay silent. Police officer B: Hmpf James: Alright, may I please use the table? Thanks. This is the log from Royal Holloway over the last twenty four hours. That’s the timespan we have right? Police officer A: Apparently so, we don’t have an exact time of crime. James: Al right. Hmmm that’s unusual. Police officer A: What is? James: It seems that the door to the gallery was open the entire day. It was opened by one of the art teachers and closed by our headmistress late at night. Police officer B: Sounds pretty normal to me. James: It isn’t. The opening is the same if we compare it to older days. The first error is that the door wasn’t shut once during the entire day. Also since when is the Headmistress the one who closes, especially that late at night. Police officer A: You’re right, that is suspicious. Could you make us a copy of that? James: I sure can do that, but it’ll take some time. Police officer A: How long are we talking about? James: I’m not sure, it’s quite some data. Could be half an hour, maybe one. It could also be three hours. Police officer A: Is there anything we can do? James: I just need a quiet place and a data storage that’s okay with you. 

The lady was giving me a USB port and then left the room with her mate. Oh man, I never thoughtI’d be in such a messy situation. It makes no sense though. Why was the headmistress in school that late and why was she the one who closed the door. I was thinking hard about any upcoming events that may take place in the gallery but nothing. Well, I may not know it, but I know someone who knows everything relevant in this place. Lucia. 

I went outside and looked around for the two officers until I found her. I kindly asked them if they could or could send someone to guard Henry while I was having a talk with Lucia outside. I made my way through the mostly empty hallways and out of a side door to avoid the crowd in front of the school. I spotted Lucia from a distance and tried to get her attention, but nothing. The crowd got bigger compared to when I arrived, so it was way more difficult to reach her, but I did. I took her aside and out of the crowd so we could have a better chat. 

Lucia: James! What the hell is getting one? James: You tell me why is there such a huge crowd? Lucia: Everyone’s just pissed that no one cares to give us an answer of what happened. Please say you know what it is. James: I’m sorry, but the police told me not what happened. Lucia: So why are you here then? James: Because I need your help. You’re popular, and you always have a lot of intel. Lucia: What is it you need? James: Was there any Event happening around the gallery in the last twenty four hours. Think hard. Or have you seen something unusual? Lucia: The gallery? No, not that I’m aware of. James: Anything else that could help? Lucia: Know that you say it, I believe there was a silver van standing alongside the gallery for almost the entire day. It stood there when I came here. I’ve seen how two people were goin got the van with a blanket late at night. James: That’s big news! Would, would you be able to talk to one of the officers with me? I think this could really help the situation. Lucia: Yeah sure!

Said and done. I took her through the door. I went outside and got back to the room where the guard was still looking over Henry. I went to the officer who I had talked to and said that Lucia might know some pieces that are relevant for future analyses of the situation.

I really hope we find a way out.

[deviantartdramahub]

The hidden role by Sleepstar on DeviantArt

So this user on DeviantArt, Sleepstar, had the nerve to call out a friend of mine, known as Triagonal, who was wrongfully banned from DeviantArt. And for what, you may ask? For asking for a fanfic story from olq-plo that had a user by the name of DanishTheMenace, who wasn't even bothered about this request. It was a harmless bit of fun, where it saw Triagonal and DanishTheMenace go on a platonic date, nothing to do with real life, just again, a harmless story about something that would never happen in real life. I know the ages of both users in the story, and there was nothing said by Triagonal that would even give any indication that she was, in any way, a threat to anyone, let alone DanishTheMenace. From the day I first spoke to her to the day she was banned, never once did she try to "throw herself" on anybody. She isn't that type of person, and how do I know that? Because she's an Aceflux Female… read it up, fucktards, if you're that braindead to post such utter shite about Triagonal, you clearly haven't got a fucking clue about her! So, now you're going to be asking, Where do I come into all this? Well, that's easy to tell and connects with Triagonal being bullied by these twisted freaks, better known as the Terrorist Cult, DeviantArtDramaNow!

DeviantArtDramaNow are protecting a peadophile known as BirdThatWhispers, who has a history of bullying, slandering, and attacking people for uncovering the truth about his real reason for being on DeviantArt. He will claim you're the reason why the whole world is so shit, and why everybody hates on him. He'll continue to attack and slander you while you're offline or talking to friends on other websites, and when you come back, or log on, those friends you were just talking to a few hours ago? They will have blocked you, told you they're going to after claiming they have proof of whatever was claimed about you, and then post the same shit lies they got told to everybody else. Or you'll get people like Shadow-Glassen's half brother who blocked me, and then ran his mouth about me so I couldn't defend myself. Charming. But that's one thing I can say is in the past, and really has fuck all to do with how Bird got caught having a sexual roleplay with a 14-year-old girl. The same girl was talking to me about my story, and how she really liked the way it was going. Adding, "I hope you can post more of it, I would really love to read it to the end!", which was really touching to me, due to the fact nobody had said a word to me by that point. Anyway, moving on. Bird better known at the time as, jedikkeneus, was blackmailing her to act like she was "enjoying" this sexual roleplay of him spanking her butt at bedtime with no point of given her any chance to say or do anything. I pointed out that the screenshot wasn't in anyway fake, and was given to me by the same user he was abusing. A few months later Bird changed his username and bio picture, thinking he could get away with it... However, due to the fact I had already read about how the website (DeviantArt) works, he failed to mention that, even if you do change your username and bio picture, you're still going to apper in comments, notes, and posts as the same person. Once again, meaning the only things that change is the Bio picture, and username. One line of data goes to every new user that joins! And as for this Club-Dreamiverse claim, I find that bit funny because a user who was part of the DeviantArtDramaNow blog claimed he was doing the same thing, but yet, the blog owner, Mod-S aka Silerna; wouldn't ban him. So answer me this. Is it really a justifuled action when your own member is doing, and loves doing, the same thing... while you ignore it, and continues to break your own rules that are, by this point, only for people who don't want to be called out for being drama seekers. I mean seriously, you expect people to believe your shit, when you can't even provide us with the links you claim are proof.. everytime I try to go to them it keeps coming up, "can't connect to the server host", which tells me that you're hiding it so none of the millions of victims you've claimed over the years, can see the fake lies you tell!

Get outside and touch grass losers, you're never going to heard because all you do is LIE!

I assume you’re referring to this post and its description. For a post that claims to not be an attack on anyone, it’s definitely a proofless and evidenceless agenda against people that uses a series of conclusions that don’t make sense to justify her final thoughts, and is in league with a group that is now undeniably known as a hate group. In other words, she’s looking too much into it (and the whole “stalking” thing, profiles are public, saying so is not anyone "downplaying stalking"), yet doesn’t look at all into the fact that there is a reason Lovelesslass was banned (hatemongering) before trying to ban evade and send us sexual-orientation-related hate speech. So she’s not the honest justice hero many people think of her as, especially considering she tried and failed to report a Tumblr group that’s not even as bad as the one she belongs to. If she’s trying to slander people who give free art so that she has no competition like often happens, it’s not working today.

I don't hesitate to type this long paragraph tangent because all this comes up so often.

[erimeows]

Drunken Confessions

Saeran hiccupped, taking another sip from the flask in his hand as he leaned back on his bed, phone in hand. He'd been lurking in the RFA chatroom for a few minutes, not sure why he wanted to be there. Maybe because it reminded him of you. Okay, it was definitely because it reminded him of you.

You made him happy, most of the time.

Tonight was not one of those times.

The story behind his relationship with you was complicated. By relationship, he meant friendship... He guessed that was what it was. He had lured you into the RFA chatroom, you'd befriended his brother, and after a wild adventure and the deaths of a few people that Saeran had convinced himself were entirely his fault, you'd managed to take- Or, save him from Mint Eye.

Then, after some years of therapy, he became the closest thing to normal he figured he would probably ever become. He took better care of himself, joined the RFA and was given a surprisingly warm welcome, and even lived with you, Seven, and Vanderwood. Things were as good as they would get, especially with you there.

How he started liking you was weird. Sure, he thought you were physically attractive the moment he saw you. In fact, part of him back then had hoped that you wouldn't unlock the door to Savior- Or, Rika's apartment. Then, he could've done what he wanted with you and got some other girl to do this. You could've been his assistant or something. Thankfully, you were gullible enough back then to unlock that door, and that was most likely the only reason he was able to escape his situation.

Though he'd found you attractive back then, being attracted to you was another thing. After everything, he was surprised you weren't with his brother. Seven was strong, talented, and attractive, and the chemistry between you two had been clear from the start. Admittedly, that was depressing, especially since he'd most likely realized his feelings when it was way too late. It wasn't sudden, and by the time he realized, you were too far gone with Seven and...

He was too far gone with you.

Whenever he avoided your touch, it was not because he was scared, but because he was embarrassed.

Whenever he glared at Seven and Vanderwood the way he did when you showed them the affection you showed everyone else.

Whenever he sat up at night lamenting on how Seven was all you ever saw.

It killed him a little more.

Seven, Luciel... Saeyoung. It had always been him, hadn't it?

You and Seven claimed you were friends, but Saeran saw the way Seven looked at you. You two had never kissed in front of Saeran or done anything of the sort, but the connection was there. There was no way it was anything less than love. You and Seven had been friends for years and had an instant connection- Realistically, you and Seven understood each other better than anyone else could. You two clicked, and after everything you guys had done for Saeran, he couldn't bring himself to try to interfere. He was just waiting for the day that you and Seven finally admitted to having the relationship that you did.

Saeran sat in his room in his brother's house, drinking in an attempt to block out any thoughts of you that came to his mind. Unfortunately, the alcohol only made it worse. He couldn't stop thinking about you, and seeing them in the chatroom talking about you made it worse. So, so much worse. He took another drink, relishing in the way the liquid burned his throat as it went down.

Seven had gone on one of his mysterious trips, taking Vanderwood along with him. For whatever reason, Seven had asked you if he could borrow your phone while he was gone, which was only supposed to be for three or four days- It was something about him not having mobile data and wanting to have a device to be able to check the chatrooms with? Saeran couldn't remember quite what you'd told him about it when he'd asked why you hadn't been logging into the chatroom the first day that Seven was gone.

Now, it was the second day. Saeran had been avoiding you like the plague, only leaving his bedroom to use the bathroom and grab a tub of ice cream from the freezer every few hours. His reasoning for avoiding you was simple, really; he could participate in self-destructive behavior without worrying about you, he could have some time to think, and he wouldn't have to worry about how he would act around you without Seven there as a barrier of sorts.

Saeran has entered the chatroom.

Yoosung★: Where do you guys think Seven went, anyways?

Zen: Who knows, you know how Seven is

Jaehee: He can be quite... Spontaneous. His mysterious trips are worrisome, though.

Yoosung★: Yeah, I know he quit his old job, but... Still. He even took Mary Vanderwood 3rd with him!

Jaehee: I believe it's just Vanderwood... ^^''

Zen: Yeah. It's just Vanderwood. Sae, you've been in here for a few minutes and haven't said anything.

Saeran: Sorry

Zen: No, it's fine. How are you? You need anything?

Yeah. (y/n), He thought, but shook his head. That was the alcohol getting to him. For some reason, Seven thought that it had been a good idea to go on a spontaneous trip and leave him there with you. Though it was nice to be trusted enough with that, being in the same house with you was awkward.

Saeran: No, thx, (y/n) can get it fpr me if I neef anythinh

Yoosung★: wow, typos, you playing LOLOL?

Jaehee: ...

Zen: ...I think we all know that's not what he's doing, Yoosung.

Yoosung★: It was worth a shot T^T

Saeran: woukd ypi like mw tp stary plauibg lolok?

Jaehee: ...Saeran, are you okay?

Zen: ^^

Yoosung: I would love that (:

Yoosung: Ignore them, you want me to come over tomorrow? I could teach you everything

Saeran: ye

Noticing how quickly his typing skills were degrading, he promptly exited the chatroom and turned his phone off, closing his flask and tossing it across the room. God, he already regretted drinking, and it wasn't even morning yet. He laid back on his bed, arms behind his head as he picked his phone back up. 

In the past three years, after trying to help Saeran adjust to life outside of Mint Eye, Seven had started a small toy store, as well as picked up a habit of making apps. Most were just sandboxes, little games, and extra things like wallpaper or ringtone apps. But, Seven had made a few that Saeran had liked; a couple of his little games, one of those apps that made calming noises to help him get to sleep, and of course, the diary app. It took him a while to use the last one, as he was afraid of his brother knowing his deepest thoughts, but... It had been years since he had been taken away- Or, since he had escaped. Seven had no reason to invade his privacy. Most of the apps had the same theme as the chatroom with the stars, and the diary worked a lot like sending texts in the chatroom. Except instead of sending messages to another person, you sent your thoughts to your daily entry. He made the decision to log in and do it, still relatively tipsy.

God, he wished he could handle alcohol as well as you and his twin could.

Saeran: Im really frustrated rn. saeyoung went on that trip and borrowed (y/n)'s fucking phone bc she has data and he doesn't or some dumb shiy lije that and left her and i here anf its a tense awkward clusterfuck

Saeran: without saeyoung here theres no barrier. its just me and its just her and I don't know how to cope bc shes just everything and... what if without him around she realizes how terrible I am?

Saeran: Im literally afraid to come out of the room. i hate seeing her these days, you know? shes in love w my fuckinf brother and its frustratinm as shit! yet again its just another thing he has that i dont you know? he has the hacking skills the looks the friends the... everything. even (y/n). id be fine with everything else

Saeran: but damn

Saeran: (y/n)

Saeran: i love you... i love you

Hearing a knock at his bedroom door, he turned the phone off, about to reach underneath the mattress for that pistol he'd kept hidden from S-

"Saeran?" Oh. It was just you. "Can I-?"

Trying to sober himself up, he put his phone underneath his pillow. 

"Come in." You slowly opened the door, as to not startle him and walked into the room. Saeran rolled his eyes as you approached him, smoothening out your (f/c) shirt and looking him up and down with those (e/c) eyes of yours, almost as if you were analyzing him. You probably were, honestly. "What do you want?"

"I came to check on you... You seem different."

"People change every day." He spat back, already hating himself for it as he stood up. 

God, why was he so defensive? Why couldn't he just be open and funny like Seven was and make you enjoy his company?

"Saeran-"

"Don't say my name like that." The white-haired man hissed, tears welling up in his minty green eyes. 

He subsequently attempted to blink them away, to no avail. He tried to push past you, but you gently placed your hand on his shoulder. Realistically, that wouldn't have stopped Saeran- he was physically stronger than you, but... He'd stopped anyways.

"Like what?"

"Like you l-" Groaning, Saeran cut himself off with a frustrated sigh, planting his hands in his bright red hair and pulling at it in frustration. "Never mind. It's not important."

"Anything you have to say is important." You tried to convince him, holding your arms out hesitantly. 

Saeran had always hated being touched, afraid of being hurt, and you knew that, but... You wouldn't intentionally hurt him, would you? No. He needed the comfort. Making an exception for once, Saeran leaned in, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in the crook between your neck and shoulder. Despite the fact that he had his arms securely around you, you seemed to be struggling to hold him up. Without thinking, he let it all out, loud, ugly sobs spilling out of him as he cried into your sweater. He could smell your shampoo, your perfume, just... You, and it made him feel both better and worse.

Something he appreciated about you was that you weren't like his brother. You didn't pester him about what was wrong, you didn't try to make him stop crying, you didn't try to dote on him to the point where it was annoying. You were there when he needed you, and you left him alone when he needed it. That was all he'd ever wanted in someone. 

"(y/n)..." Saeran whispered your name, taking a deep breath as he tried to steady himself. The tears that continued to fall were burning his eyes and making your sweater wet, but he pulled away, wiping his face before it could get any worse. "I'm sorry," And, of course, it only got worse. Saeran felt his knees go to jelly, and before he knew it, he was on the ground, his arms around your calves and face buried in your knees. Immediately, you sunk down onto the ground with him, placing your hands on his face. He jumped, but allowed it, eyes darting around as you wiped his tears away with your thumbs, both of you leaning back against the side of the bed as you continued to sit on the floor. "You don't deserve this. This is a mess- I'm... A mess."

Of course, you shushed him, pulling him into your arms and stroking his hair as he wrapped his arms back around you and cried softly into your chest.

Eventually, the crying stopped.

~

Saeran might've thought that it was all a dream if it weren't for the cup of tea with a little note on his nightstand and the headache that he knew was a telltale sign that he had overdone it on the vodka the night before. Groaning as he sat up, partially wondering how you managed to get him into bed without waking him up.

Then he realized. His phone was ringing. Of course, he grabbed it to answer.

"Zen? Why are you calling?"

"Uh, Sae, how are you feeling...?" Zen questioned. Saeran stood up, balancing the phone between his shoulder and his ear as he plucked the sticky note left on the plate the tea on his nightstand had been served on, setting it aside.

His friendship with Zen was unexpected, but he had no complaints. Out of everyone in the RFA, Zen was the most welcoming towards him, which he found rather surprising. Zen was warm, kind, sincere, and even protective over him in some instances- On top of that, he seemed to actually understand some of his struggles.

"Fine...?" Saeran trailed off, confused as to why Zen sounded so worried. "Why?" Saeran started pacing around the room, switching to hold the phone in his hand.

"Your messages in the chatroom last night... They're not there anymore, actually. Seven might've deleted them... Yoosung and I were the only ones who saw, and we didn't respond if it makes you feel any better."

Saeran stopped, pulling the phone away from his ear to put it on speaker. He swiped downwards from the top of the screen to see that he had numerous texts from Seven, on top of a huge paragraph from Yoosung. He didn't remember everything in detail, but he did recall talking about playing LOLOL with Yoosung or some shit and having some casual conversation, but that was it. Oh, and he ranted about you in his diary again, but that wasn't anything special.

"Why would he delete it? It was just some shit about that game Yoosung plays, wasn't it...? And, wait... Jaehee was there."

"Ah, I figured you were drinking based off all of the typos you had. You must've gotten blackout drunk." Saeran didn't respond, waiting for Zen to inform him about what the fuck he'd sent that was so bad that Seven deleted it. "You, er... Spilled out your feelings for (y/n)." Saeran felt his heart drop, the memories suddenly coming back. In his drunken stupor, he must've mistaken the messenger for the diary app. Thankfully, you didn't have your phone, but... "You know she-?" Before Zen could finish, Saeran's phone began to ring.

"Saeyoung's calling, I have to go." He explained, then took the phone off of speaker and answered his brother's call.

"Bro, are you okay? You haven't answered any of my texts, I- Goddammit, I know I shouldn't have left you by yourself so soon! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm on my home right now. I'll be there as fast as I can, I deleted the messages for you, I... I'll take care of everyt-"

"Jesus fucking Christ, Saeyoung, it isn't your fault! Stop making it about you" Saeran cut his brother off in frustration, feeling himself shake as the enormity of the mistake he'd made hit him. "It's mine- my fault. God. I don't even know where the fuck you are, but don't cancel your trip just because of me. I can handle myself-"

"You know she's not in love with me, right?" Seven's voice suddenly grew much, much quieter, cracking as he spoke from the other end. "(y/n)'s amazing, but she's a friend. It's always been you, Saeran... It'll always be you. You have all of the good qualities that I don't, and... Look, go talk to her for me, okay? You don't have to tell her. I know Zen and Yoosung wouldn't do that to you, and you don't have to worry about me, but at least spend some time with her."

"Fine, b-"

"I love you."

"...I love you too. Enjoy your trip." Before Seven could respond, he hung up, looking over the note that had been left with his tea.

Hey Saeran, just went out for some things. I'll be back by the time you wake up. <3

So, you were probably already back.

He almost blushed at the heart, kissing mark, whatever it was, but recalled having seen it many times on the bags of chips and bottles of water you left around the house for Seven and Vanderwood.

Right then, there was a knock on his door. 

"Saeran? Are you awake?"

"No." He joked, and as expected, you went ahead and opened the door. 

You looked as beautiful as always, (h/l) (h/c) hair moved back and out of your face, (e/c) eyes warm in a way that accompanied your calming expression. Well, he thought you were calming.

"What were you talking to Seven about?"

"Nothing," Saeran tried to shrug it off, picking up the tea you had made and taking a sip from it. "Is this... Chai? It tastes different, did you get a new brand or something?" He set the cup down, looking at you, waiting for an answer.

"I added honey instead of sugar, we ran out of sugar a couple days ago, but there was honey in the pantry and I know you like your tea sweet."

"Oh. Thanks. (y/n)?" Saeran questioned you hesitantly, taking his phone out and glancing at the time, keeping it out in case he needed something to distract himself with. "What do you think of me?"

"What do you mean?" Saeran watched you; the way your eyes darted around the room, the way your face from your cheeks to the tip of your ears burned bright red.

"Do you..." Pausing, feeling his voice grow quiet, Saeran set his phone down on the nightstand. "Do you like me?" Watching as your face fell and immediately turned even more red, he regretted his decision immediately. "N-Never mind, forget-"

"Seven, that fucker! He told you!? He-" You stopped, coughing harshly before continuing. "He promised to keep that a secret..." Before Saeran could even react, you were pushing past him, grabbing his phone. He tried to snatch it back, but you were trying to push past him, and your foot had accidentally swept his from underneath him. He fell back, taking him with you, wondering what had led up to the moment that he was on his back on the floor with you on top of him. You, of course, didn't seem phased. "I'm gonna call him."

"W-Wait, no-" Before Saeran could stop her, he heard his phone start to ring. You answered it, and Zen's voice could suddenly start to become audible.

"Look, before Seven called, I was wanting to say that-" You opened your mouth, probably about to let Zen know who he was talking to, but you weren't even given the chance. "Before you tell me to shut up about her, let me finish. (y/n) loves you back, you're not the person you used to be and you've improved. You and her deserve each other, because you make each other happy."

Not wanting it to go further, Saeran took the phone out of your hands.

"Yeah, thanks Zen, gotta go, bye." The white-haired man turned the phone off, throwing it as hard as he possibly could at the wall near his bead and cringing at the loud noise it made. "So... Saeyoung knew about this...?"

"I told him in confidence, but it seems like everyone knows." You chuckled, (e/c) eyes filling up with tears. Saeran moved out from underneath you, standing up and offering you his hand, to which you gladly took and stood up. "I never thought you would've..."

"I always thought you were into my brother."

"Seven?" You laughed, wiping the tears from your eyes, appearing more than amused at his confession. "No, God no, he's my friend. I love him, but not like that."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

You shrugged, still holding onto his hand. "Why didn't you?"

Saeran also shrugged, sitting there for a moment in silence before intertwining you guys' fingers and leaning in, wrapping an arm around your waist and resting his forehead against yours. "I love you."

"I love you too. Weird timing, but what's been happening in the chatroom since Seven's had my phone?"

Oh. Saeran laughed- This would be fun to explain.

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Do you think we could maybe have an imagine for the reactions of the bad batchers where Reader teases them by answering the com unit by calling them pet names like "hey goggles~" for tech or "hey big boy" for wrecker

Omg yes! I love this so much, so let’s go!

Warnings: possible mention of smut.

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WRECKER

Wrecker and the rest of the Batch were out for a quick supply run, nothing too big, just some food and fuel, Wrecker even promised you that he would try and bring back some Mantel Mix for you and him to share late at night, after, well… some pleasurable things.

You busied yourself in the ship, trying to clean up some of the boys mess before they got back. After all, they had offered you food, shelter, and love, it was the least you could do.

Your comm started buzzing then and you looked down to see it was Wrecker calling you. “Hey big boy, whatcha doing?” You flirted, your sudden flirtatious side rolling off you.

Wrecker um’ed and ah’ed, clearly blushing on the other side of the comm device. “They only got Carmel Mantel Mix, is that- is that okay?” He was flustered and you bit back the giggle threatening to spill from your mouth.

“That sounds great, Wrecker. Thank you, and love you.” You smiled and quickly shut off the comm, only imagining the even worse flustered face he would have by now.

HUNTER

“What up, boo?” You answered your comm from Hunter as you twirled around people almost effortlessly in the markets, following where Omega wanted to see some clone dolls.

It took a while before Hunter answered. “Boo?” He chirped through the comm then, his voice full of confusion.

“Yeah, boo. What’s wrong with that?” You smiled as you and Omega finally got to the stall she wanted to see. “You a little flustered?”

Hunter cleared his throat, “No, not at all. I- I just wasn’t expecting it, that’s all.” You could tell he was smiling, but also flattered by the name.

“Well, you don’t have to worry about Omega and I, we’re just looking at a few things. We’ll be back before no time, Sarge.” You turned your comm off, no doubt leaving him blushing like a schoolboy - it was the name you called him during bed… and you knew you’d pay the price later.

ECHO

You were trudging through mud, your clothes soaked and dirty. With Crosshair following close behind you, you wished you were with anyone else.

Your comm started buzzing then, “Echo, baby?” You asked as you answered, you hadn’t heard from him in a while since you and the others split up on the mission.

“We- We’re back at the ship, what is your location?” Echo asked and you almost giggled at how surprised he sounded.

“We’re close, probably 3 clicks away? Not sure with all these threes in the way. Don’t worry though, baby, we’ll be back soon.” You explained and stepped over a log.

Echo sighed contently, “right… well, get back soon, okay?” You smirked slightly knowing exactly his tone, he was needy and needed you for some… fun activities.

TECH

You were inside the ship, under the main panel, listening to Tech’s ramble through the comm as he worked on the outside of it. “Right, now you’ll be able to see a red wire, I need you to plug that inside the central data interface.”

You did as he said, plugging it in and the ships lights turned back on. “Hey goggles! I’ll be the new engineer around here from now on.”

You almost smacked your head on the panel you put back together at Tech’s voice above you. “That would be quite a disaster, if I may conclude.”

You stood from your position on the floor and looked at him, his cheeks flushed. Your hands reached up to pinch his cheeks. “Aw, you’re blushing! You like when I call you goggles.” You hastily took them off his head and plopped them on yours.

“I-,” Tech began as you took his hands and led him towards your bunk. “Maybe I should let you borrow them more often, if the outcome includes this.”

CROSSHAIR

You debated whether or not to call him, you wanted to tease him just as much as he had teased you these past days with the cute (and not so cute) pet names.

Your comm began buzzing then and you were quick to answer it. “Hey, love bug.” You already wanted to smack yourself in the face.

A dark chuckle come out Crosshair’s throat. “You’ll have to do better than that, sweet girl.” He said slyly and you were blushing furiously. “Wanted to let you know we’ll be back shortly, we had to take a detour.”

“Right… well, come back safe, okay?” You said quieter, wanting him and the rest of the boys back safe.

“Will do, sugar.” As the comm turned off, you dropped your head on the table in front of you. Next time you’ll call him fuck boy.