#i assume they saw the frist part

[moonturtlephilosophy]

I'm gonna stop engaging with a bunch of stuff starting next year, including any form of 'discourse' and the last thing I wanna say on this is: these bigots, gatekeepers and transphobes are all fucking stupid. Just remember that whenever one opens their mouth.

And them being hurt doesnt excuse or justify them causing further hurt. Never.

They are not worth your energy. I'm gonna start practicing that now.

I am pretty new to being active on the internet but tumblr did what a lifetime of irl idiots could not: kill that neurodivergent part of me that belived that if I just showed someone the flaws in their thinking and gave them all info they needed, they'd ajust their belive system and grow as a human being.

But it's like most people like this are hydrophobic but instead of repelling water they repell everything they don't wanna hear and doesn't fit into their fixed worldview or simply makes them uncomfortable.

Meanwhile I feel like a tissue, obsorbing everything first and then attempting to sort things out after (nervous system dysregulation goes brr).

Now post so I commit to not engaging in 'discource'.

[asher-the-diaster]

the sister planets part 6

tiredness

as always here are the part index so you can find other installments https://docs.google.com/document/d/1DYMuKK5CIgJgDapNbu5sBqr_b5uT1Yz4pJoJ2fuAk4w/edit?usp=sharing

The conseil meeting just went on and on for hours after we discovered that the humans were saphians.

The captain started to droop in her chair, she made a weird noise as things went on.

Soon the area behind her eyes was getting darker, she was having trouble keeping her head up.

I noticed and I could see that titi-ta did too but there was nothing that we could do.

Time went on and she got irritable.

Until finally she made a gutral call from deep in her throat.

“Ok!” she screamed, “that’s it!”

Everyone turned to her and froze, the way she was talking raditaed danger, we were transfixed.

The captain stood on her good leg, somehow managing to stay blanched.

“I don’t know aot, but I don't know that we are not getting anywhere, and this has to stop. I am aware that you are scared, and I am too, but we have been at this for like 12 hours so it's clear we aren’t going to get anywhere! I also know that I am a soldier not a member of the government, i am not a diplomat, whatever comes of this won’t be my decision. Finally I can get you into contact with someone who can, or at very least help you try, but not right now!”

“Why not?” asked simany, he was the military representative and seemed to be the only person not scared out of her wits at the humans behaviour.

“Because I haven't slept, or eaten in a good 48 hours, and am dangerously close to passing out or going on a murderous rampage.”

“What is sleep? it’s not translating?” I asked.

“It's a human survival function, a form of rest we need daily to function. It's been 2 days since i got any.”

“What does it require?”

“A safe place to lie down, dark and fucking quite!”

“Ok, ok, we will let you go back to the contact room.”

We ajured the conseil until the captain could get this sleep, in order to function again.

I escorted her back to the room as I was supposed to check on the other human's injuries.

As soon as we left the conseil chambers the captain stumbled.

She leaned heavily on her crutch, eyes barely open, she kept putting her hand in front of her air mask.

“Captain you don’t look well do you need assistance?”

“Just try, I'll be fine, come on.”

By the time we made it to the airlock she was only standing because of her crutch, which hadn’t been designed to take the humans full weight.

“While the airlock was changing from neutral air to earth air, she started to undo her skin.

I looked at her terrified, “relax my species developed to wear extra layers to protect us from the elements.

Well that would explain how they conquered a death planet.

As soon as the air exchange was complete we stepped through the contact chamber, only to find that the light had been turned off. The captain seemed to have slightly better night vision than me and went over to her stretcher in the room, taking off the breathing apparatus.

I noticed that the human glowed, very faintly in the dark, probably less than they could see.

I was threw that and the strong heat waves the humans give off that i saw the dead humans.

I gave off a high pitched squeal, the captain turned to look at me, “what's wrong?”

“Your companions are dead!” I screamed.

“What? No!” the captain said, “they're just sleeping!”

I pulled the emergency alarm, and the room filled with red light.

“Twee-ake, stop their fine.”

The humans bloated upright.

“What's going on?” one of them asked.

Doctors rushed through the airlock into the room.

“Nothing!” Penner yelled, “nothing is happening, they just saw you sleeping and assumed you were dead!”

“Nothey were dying!” i yelled, “their body temperature was low, their hearts were breathing too slowly, they were breathing too little! I swear they were dead or dying!”

The captain drew a strangely heavy breath, “no that was normal, and i can explain latter but for now,” she raised a frist by her head with three of her fingers and thumb together with only the finger in the middle sticking out, i did not understand the gesture, but i had a suspicion it wasn't very polite, “and goodnight.”

She flopped back onto the medical stretcher and closed her eyes.

“I second that sentiment,” the human with the broken arm said.

Soon all the humans were in the same pre-death state, we left the room disturbed.

*+*+*+*

The next day the human medic explained what exactly sleep was: a survival function in which the saphin mind shut down their consciousness and awareness of their environment in order to achieve other important survival functions, such as converting short term memory into long term, healing wounds, and the brain getting rid of toxic waste.

“Humans and other animals on earth need sleep,” Olivera explained, “it's essential for our survival, if it wasn’t every species that required it would have been killed off long ago by the ones that don’t, but that didn’t happen. There are creatures that need to keep moving to breathe that still sleep. To you sleeping might look like death, but for us it keeps us alive.”

[eleanorbloom]

All I Ever Wanted (Bryce Lahela x f!MC)

Warnings: Angst, cursing and smut. The second half of the chapter is NSFW and not suited for minors (I left a mark for those who want to read the first part fic but are not comfortable with smut).

A/N: Hello!  

I swore to myself that I’d only write my series and a collab I was invited to do, but chapter 12 left me wanting for more, so here we have the love and smut that was missing in that 30💎 scene.  I’m a hopless romantic so prepare yourselves for a bit of cheesiness.

I’m using the same tag from my BrycexMCxEthan series, thinking you would be interested in read this, so, if you want to be removed from this post, just let me know!

A/N2: I apologize in advance for any mistakes, English is not my frist language.

That’ll be all. 

Enjoy!

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 All I Ever Wanted

The chatter of people had decreased into an unstable hiss from the few people left in the room.

Bryce had said goodbye to Bobby’s and Danny’s family and was waiting for Eleanor, who was immersed in a joyful but melancholic exchange of memories with Danny’s mother.

When he found a picture of the hospital staff at a picnic a few months ago, he couldn’t help but smile at the happy faces of colleagues and friends having a good time, without the worries of daily routines.

No one could’ve ever imagined at that moment that two of those smiling faces would leave so soon. Nor that it could have been four.

As he sensed his eyes starting to burn again, he blinked swiftly to keep the tears at bay.

“You okay?”—Her voice was soft as a whisper, careful enough to not startle him as she appeared beside him out of the blue.

Bryce turns to his right, where Eleanor was looking at him with a worried expression.

“Yeah, it’s just… I know we deal with life and death every day, but it feels different to lose our people and so unexpectedly.”

Especially when someone you love was so close to death, he says in his head.

“Yeah, I know”

Eleanor looks around the hall as one of the volunteers starts packing up chairs. There were a few groups at the corner, mostly family and relatives of the heroes of Edenbrook. All their friends had gone by now.

“I’m ready if you want to leave”

“Let’s go, then.”—Bryce says as he heads to the door. Eleanor follows suit, instantly.

Outside, the sky is completely closed with thick, black clouds, threatening with rain any minute now.

“Should we take a cab?”—He asks, looking up the sky.

“No, I’d like to walk, if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t.”

As they start to walk, they notice how quiet the street was. The only noises accompanying them was the clicking of her shoes, and a few cars passing by a couple of blocks away. Bryce couldn’t help but get lost in the sound of her steps. The confirmation for the umpteenth time that she was alive and walking by his side. As if the last few days, the last few hours hadn’t been proof enough.

Since the moment he knew Eleanor could die, every moment with her feels like a treasure to him. A challenge to not take anything for granted, especially her existence, and to make the most of his time with her. They couldn’t waste any more time.

With that in mind, Bryce looks down at her, searching for her hand. She had both hands pocketed and as she saw he was offering his hand, she tangled her fingers into his.

Although her face was pale and gloomy, Bryce noticed how her eyes softened at the touch of his skin. He felt tickles at the sensation of her soft touch in him.

They walked in comfortable silence the few streets that separated the reception center from Eleanor’s apartment. Every few feet, they would stare at each other and smile imperceptibly, Bryce just for having her by his side, Eleanor for having him when she needed the most.

Once they reach her apartment street, a thunder roared loudly above them, waking them from their deep thoughts.

“I guess the sky is angry too.”—She says looking up as she stops in her tracks, waiting for the bolt.

“Yeah.”

And all Bryce can think of, is if Eleanor wouldn’t have made it that night, the sky would have broken the earth in two. His earth, his world, his heart. Everything would have fallen apart if she’d gone.

Then, the sky turns white and shiny for an instant. The stroke of lightning like an enormous photograph flash illuminates their faces and makes them realize how wonderful life can be with just so little. 

After a moment she turns to him, looking for his beautiful brown eyes. But she can’t get enough as Bryce just take her by the nape of her neck and kisses her like he was gasping for air. His lips were cold, but in a matter of seconds, they were melting every inch of her skin he touched, his tongue roaming her lips, then her lips sucking his lower lip impatiently in an almost-too-fair exchange of kisses.

As Eleanor lets out a moan, a shower of rain comes down, soaking them in an instant. Neither of them seems to mind. Somehow the rain was all that they needed at that moment: something that washed them for all their fears, the loss, the pain. The uncertainty.

Eleanor rests her forehead in his, panting.

“Would you stay with me tonight?”—She pleads.

“I’d love to, Elle”—He replies before taking her by the hips and kissing her again, this time softly.

After a long moment, he embraces her, burying his face in her wavy, damp hair.

He breathes the sweet scent of her shampoo, bringing memories of the first time he discovered it.

Donahue’s was packed. Everyone was there celebrating the first day of residency. Eleanor had agreed to play darts with him. The bet was a kiss. The moment she turned to him, all victoriously, a trail of pomegranate scent reached his nostrils. And that night, even if she won, Bryce felt like a winner too, as they’d share the second kiss of that day. 

 “Should we go inside?”—Bryce doesn’t respond, still lost in memories.—“Bryce?”  

He pulls away reluctantly. There’s a mix of longing and vulnerability in his eyes she had never seen before. As if he was opening the doors of all the mysteries he had kept sealed since... Always.

“Yeah, it’s just… I’m so glad you’re still here. I can’t help but feel thankful every moment I’m with you.”

“Me too. I feel thankful for being alive and to have you by my side.”

She gives him a quick peck in her wet lips and then she takes him by the hand, pulling him to the building. The rain still pouring.

“Do you think Keiki will be okay if you stay?”

“Yeah. I’ll text her to let her know I’m not coming home, anyway.”

By the time Bryce and Eleanor enter her room, Bryce was pocketing his cellphone back into his jacket.

“All settled. She kinda assumed I would spend the night with you”—Bryce replies, sheepishly.

“Your sister is always two steps ahead of you, it doesn’t surprise me at all.”—She retorts as she balances herself in one foot, taking off her Mary Jane stilettos. Then she continues with her coat.

Bryce stands there, at the door, watching her silently, studiously.

“Are you okay, Bryce? You seem… really pensive.”—She asks, walking towards him.

He can’t help but feel a wave of tenderness as she is now at her natural height. About 3 inches shorter.

She cups his cheeks both hands and caresses him with the tip of her thumbs.

“Mmh?”

“Honestly, I-”—He clears his throat, feeling it tight.—I feel a little out of control. One minute I’m laughing and telling a story about some prank Danny and I pulled on the OR staff… the next I want to bawl… the next I feel terrified. Of what could’ve happened to you, of what could happen tomorrow…”

“I feel the same.”—She admits—"Every little thing knocks me off balance. Somehow today made everything that happened seem more… real than it did before."

“That’s it exactly. Before, I was somehow still able to keep it all in the ‘work’ portion of my brain, but now…”

“Now it’s taken over.”

Now Bryce was realizing how things would have been if she hadn’t made it. If the team wouldn’t have gotten the antidote. Or if Rafael wouldn’t have been there to protect her. She would have left this planet just as soon as Bobby Gunderson did. Without a chance to say goodbye, without a chance to tell her how much she meant to him.

A sob escapes in his breath, and suddenly he wraps her tightly, this time like he is clinging onto life. As if he frees her from his arms, she'll become thin air and will be gone completely oblivious of what he feels.

Tears were streaming down all over his face, a grimace of terror and hollowness that shattered her heart the moment she saw it.

“Bryce…”—She whispers, her eyes shimmering with tears, containing her own sob at the sight of him so vulnerable.

“The… the night I stayed with you I… I couldn’t even close my eyes, afraid that you could be gone any second. And… I couldn't stop thinking about how much I wanted to tell you what you mean to me, but I felt like if I did it at that moment, would be like a farewell, like a confession in deathbed, and I couldn’t think that way.”

His lips were quivering while trying to find the exact words to continue.

"Since the moment I knew you would be okay, I realized that I wasted so much time all these months, Elle. Trying to play it cool, hiding my feelings, my worries. Trying to keep my walls up, just to be strong and be the support you need. As if I didn’t need anything. And I realized that somehow, I was unknowingly pushing you away when you have been the person I’ve open up the most. About my family, about what I lived in college because of my parents. And at the thought of you leaving… without knowing how much you mean to me, it felt selfish… unfair.

“Bryce, it’s okay. We all have our times...”

“This is not about time, Eleanor, it’s about fear, about pride. But after what you have been through, I felt stupid for fear something as absurd as my own pride. My charade of having all under control.”

Eleanor wiped the tears in his cheeks.

“I love you, Eleanor.”—He said in the most steady voice he could—You’re the only person that from the moment I met, knew you wouldn't let me down as so many others did, even my own family. But somehow, it took me this long and all this tragedy to finally tell you how I feel about you. I’m sorry… I’m so sorry."

Large tears run down her face. But her eyes were shining with a warmth he hasn’t seen in weeks.

“Bryce…”—Eleanor saw the raw vulnerability of Bryce Lahela. The person she had grown to love even if she knew half of the depths and torments of his mind and heart. But now that she was knowing him at his lowest, it only increased the affection and care for him.

She observed the features of the man who was taking the biggest leap of faith and, becoming the bravest man she knew by showing all his vulnerability, even if it was his biggest fear. Then she kissed all the spots she had look: His forehead, his temples, cheeks, nose, jawline, chin, eyes, to finally his lips. Each peck filled with adoration.  

"Bryce, you don’t have anything to be sorry for.  I've been afraid too, because since the moment I met you you’ve been the one in my heart, but I was afraid of scaring you away, or lose you because you might not feel the same. But the truth is... I love you. I love you since, I don’t know. It feels like forever.”

On a normal day, Bryce would've retorted something flirty or cocky like "Of course you would, I'm too irresistible", but that day wasn't a normal day.

The rain had washed all his charades, all veils of confidence, carelessness, self-assurance, and all his flirty retorts. All that was left, was his deepest fears and hollows of his heart: to grew up in a family that never really cared for him; to lose his parents at the age of seventeen: to have to endure the consequences of his parents' actions, and always end up alone, without real friends, without anyone who would love him unconditionally.

Since the age of seventeen, he had always been on his own. His own emotional support. There never was a single person who would be there for him to vent up, to process feelings, emotions, stress. And since the moment he met Eleanor, he knew it would be different. But he had been carrying the fear for ten years. It wouldn't be easy to let all those walls go. But when it happened, when Eleanor found out about his sister, it was so easy to let the walls crumble. And even if he was used to seeing the judgment in everyone's eyes after finding his truth out, the only thing Eleanor gave him was understanding, support, empathy, generosity. Love. Unconditionally love.

“Let me take care of you”—She whispers, caressing his cheeks in the most tender way. As if he were about to break. —“You don’t need to carry all by yourself. You’re not alone anymore.”

He nods imperceptibly, as Eleanor kisses his forehead and he rests his head on her chest. She strokes his head as he hears Bryce sobbing, letting all out.

“I’m with you, love.”

How many nights she had dreamed of calling him that way. More than she could remember. And it felt so right.

How many nights he had dreamed of being called that way by her. More than he could remember. And it felt so right.

It enlightened his heart that had been buried deep inside all his fears and traumas. He felt alive like never before.

After a while, his breath steadies and he pulls himself out of her grip, looking at her in the eyes.

“Thank you.”

Bryce leans, kissing her chastely in the lips. They stare at each other, smiling.

**NSFW**

After a few seconds, they kiss again, but the connection lingers, an innocent and sweet peck that soon turns into something more. Feeling the softness of his lips on her unleashes a desire that starts to flow quickly through her veins.

She opens her mouth in response to the desire, capturing his lips between her teeth, their breaths becoming one.

“Bryce, I want you…”—She parts from him a single moment, just to let him know her mind.

“And I need you, Eleanor”—Bryce gasp loudly before kissing her again, this time drawing a trail of kisses down her neck.

After feeling dead all those days, immersed in confusion, pain, and fear, she had made him feel alive. And he wanted to spend the first moment of his awakening by adoring her in the sweetest and exquisite way.

Soon, Eleanor unbuttons his tux and shirt, leaving kisses in every inch exposed, discarding it on the floor.

Then Bryce turns her to unfasten her black dress in the back, facing the same fate as his shirt. He embraces her for the back, roaming his hands all over her curves, pinching her hips, her waist, and then cupping her breast with both hands while leaving sloppy kisses in the crook of her neck. A wave of popcorn and vanilla intoxicates him with more desire. He pulls her tight against him, groaning as her lower back presses his crotch.  He grips her throat with one hand, arching her head back, kissing her fiercely, while Eleanor roams one hand between his tights, making him release a moan in her mouth. 

Eleanor frees herself from his arms, and bringing her hands to his belt, working on his pants until she sends it to the floor like the rest of their clothes. Then she takes off her pantyhose, and when she ups her head to look at Bryce, she finds him looking at her silently, contemplating every inch of her body.

“What?”

“Have I told you how beautiful you are?”

“Maybe a million times.”

“Make that one million and one, then. You’re absolutely gorgeous”.—He whispers, starting to suck kisses down her jawline, and staying at her chest for a few more moments, while he unclasps her bra and tosses it to the floor. After that, he buries her face in her breasts, cupping them with his hands and feeling the exquisite aroma of her skin concentrating in the apex of her breasts.

He slides his lips softly to her nipples, sucking it delicately at first, but then he nibbles them hard, making a moan escape from her throat.

His touch is like never before. Is gentle but confident. He knows exactly what he's doing, but somehow he touches her with new delicacy, with adoration. Thanking for being alive with every inch of skin he kisses.

As he goes down, Bryce takes her by the hips and pushes her to the bed, pulling her panties out. His kisses along her stomach and belly feel like fire, as he is getting closer to her sweet spot. Eleanor gasps with anticipation. 

Bryce grips her tights and opens them while leaving kisses and licks in her mound and just around her folds. Eleanor breaths heavily, her hips moving involuntarily as his soft kisses tickle in her core.

She thought he would tease her for a minute or two. But that night wasn't about teasing. Was about need and adoration. And he didn't want to waste another second without adoring her most sweet and satisfactory way.

Eleanor tugs the quilt as she felt his tongue sliding slowly through her folds and towards her clit.

“God”—She whispers.

After a few moments working on her core, Bryce places one finger inside her, then two. Then he curls them gently while looking for the right spot until she indicates he has reached it.

“Yes, yes, there, there!”

Without leaving her nub, Bryce goes up, leaning to Eleanor, kissing her breasts to then brush his lips into hers. The moment they meet, Eleanor takes his head desperately, moaning in her mouth while his fingers keep moving in circles and entering in her.

"Yes"—She breathes desperately, Bryce observing every feature of her face. The way her mouth was making a perfect O, the crease in her forehead when she frowns as the pleasure overtakes her.

Bryce picks up more speeds, and her hips began to shake uncontrollably. Bryce looks at her as a deity professing all her powers.

And her power works like a painkiller to him. Seeing her like that, reaching the peak of satisfaction the human nature can have, is the best proof he can get of how alive she is.

Her whole body shudders and then her voice is off, unable to articulate another sound. She can only return the kiss he gives her before tumbling beside her.

As Eleanor catches her breath a few moments later, she steals him a kiss, gripping his arousal. Then she mumbles in a sultry voice:

“How you want me?”

He wasn’t expecting that question, but after a few moments of deliberation, he answers:

“On all fours”

As if her patience was extinguishing, Eleanor stands up immediately, takes his underwear off, and then she crawls onto the bed as Bryce asked.

Bryce places himself behind her and grabbed her by the hips and enters her.  Slowly at first, sensing every inch of her as he pushes and pushes until all his length was inside her. Eleanor leaned on her elbows, stroking her hair as Bryce began to thrust her. The feeling of him inside her sends shivers down her spine, waking every fiber of her again. She feels alive, desired, loved.

“Bryce”—She groans.

Suddenly, Bryce takes her by the wrists, pulling her body to his chest, without stop pounding her. With one hand he cups her breast, with the other, he slides his finger to her clit. Eleanor arches her back, leaning the nape of her neck on his shoulder while tugging his hair in the back of his head.

“You feel incredible, babe”

"Don’t stop, please"—She cries in a tiny voice, as Bryce began to thrust her harder.—”Yes…”

“You like that?”

“Yes, y... you?”

“I love it”—Now his finger picks up speed.

“Fuck, yes, Bryce.”

Bryce kisses her jawline before pushing her back to the mattress, now taking both wrists and crossing them on her low back, holding them there.

As he pounds her faster, the noise of their bodies colliding fills the room, a maddening melody that brings them higher and higher.

“Fuck, yes… I wanted you exactly like this, Bryce”

“Like what?”

“Fucking me hard”

Bryce groans as her words invade his mind.

Their bodies connected was another proof of how alive she was, and how alive he was.

But something was missing.

He pulled away, got on his feet, and turned her in one swift motion, her body, shimmering in sweat, now facing him. Eleanor looks at him, expectantly.

“At least this time, I don’t wanna miss your pretty face while you cum.”

She grins naughtily, biting her lower lip.

Placing himself over her, he grazes her nipples, to then go up to kiss her.

After a few moments lost in her mouth, he stands and takes her hips, raising her a bit, reaching her sweet spot, and making her squeeze on the inside

“Bryce, yes”

Every thrust harder, nosier. Every thrust breaking the chains of the fear, of the loss, of what wasn't said. Of what he could've done. Every thrust getting them near to the edge, to the end of that once endless road of loneliness, of charades, of pretend.

There was no return now.

“Elle"—He breathes, sensing his body was losing control, her body tightened around him, making him explode any second now. 

“Come here, please”—She sighed.

Bryce lowers to her. Eleanor captures his lips instantly, as she was about to choke out of air.

“Bryce, you’re incredible"—She says, dizzy—“I’m… I’m… Ahhh!"—She buries her mouth on his shoulder, as she reaches her long-awaited orgasm.

The raw moan is enough to make him cum against her, growling while he motions erratically over her, as the sensations overwhelm him. Then he collapses by her side, both trying to catch their breaths.

They stay in silence for a couple of minutes, the big smiles never leave their faces.

“Is your need satisfied?”—She asks, turning to him.

“Honestly?”—He replies, placing a hand in her waist—“No, I’m not done, yet.”

“Good, me neither.”

Bryce wraps her in a warm embrace and Eleanor nuzzles in his chest, drunk of tenderness and love.

The rain had stopped falling. The room was quiet. They could only hear their breaths. The basic and simple proof that they were alive at that moment. Alive and absolutely aware of what they felt about each other.

“I love you”—She says softly.

“I love you too, baby.”

There was nothing left to say, but words of reaffirmation for a lifetime.

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[wolfandsheep200]

Chapter 4: A loss of personalized freedom. A Promotion of Rank.

Neopoilitan walked in silence alongside Mercury Black all the way to Salem's Throne Room. Once, at the door which separated them from Her Majesty. Mercury stepped foward. His left hand raised to knock. Before He could however. Neopoilitan reached over and in the briefest of instances squeezed Mercury's right hand. The movement was so slight on her part. That if a body wasn't specifically looking for an interaction between these two. This small jester of solidarity would have gone unnoticed. Mercury's left hand hung suspended in the air before the door for what felt like an impossibility long time. Then as if everything around them started moving again. Mercury completed the knock. The door opened with a vooming hissing sound. As if the fresh air from the hallway was flooding into the vacuumed chamber. Neopoilitan having fulfilled her assignment, turned and begun to make her leave. Neopoilitan made it several steps down the hall before quietly crumbling into a pile of dust. Mercury closed his gray eyes. Wherever the corporal body of Neopoilitan was right now. She was in trouble. Her aura field had just broken. And as a consensus, her after image clone had turned to dust. Instead of shattering the way one of Neopoilitan illusion should have. If an assailant had broken the illusion, through an attack. All Mercury could do now was hope his friend was okay. And that none of those he worked with saw what he had just witnessed. Mercury gathered himself faced foward and stood silently in the doorway. Until Salem finally acknowledged his presence.

"Are you going to stand there forever child? Are our you going to come inside?"

Just awaiting your personal invitation. Your Grace. Mercury replied. Before bowing his head and entering Her Throneroom. Mercury walked in kneeling before Salem. Cinder always kneeled with her left knee to the floor. And Cinder was Mercury's Client. So Mercury imitated his client actions. To a T. Kneeling with his left knee touching the floor.

"There's no need for that, at this moment." Salem announced. "Rise!"

Mercury rose to his feet. His eyes immediately picking a spot on the floor ahead of him and gluing themselves there. Salem had only told him he could stand in her presence. She hadn't issued him any directive stating he could lay his eyes on her royal Visage.

"Do you know why I summoned you before me?" Salem asked.

"I do not presume to know the inner workings of your mind. Your grace. " Mercury answered.

Mercury's Father Marcus Black. Had trained his Son from early childhood on how to respond when dealing with clientele of all sorts.

"For all people from all ways of life have a need to utilized our services. And from time to time you'llbe throwna curveball. A pitch so drastically different from anything you've ever seen before. That you won't know how to cope. That is the reason for learning this Mercury. Because one day.. I won't be there to hold your hand and it will behoove you to understand how to conduct yourself in those intimate circles. That our clients walk in."

And so that Mercury learned this lesson and many more just like it. Marcus ensured that simple things. Such as, Mercury would have no miscommunication, or indirect understanding on how to react. When One was to speaking to Royalty. To ensure this. Marcus had laid Mercury's failures to do so correctly. Bare and in numerous presence across his back. Only now at this moment could Mercury see the need for what his father had been trying to teach him.

"I summoned you before me." Salme began. "Because I believe Cinder has failed to obey Me. Earlier Cinder came before me with concerns that Atlas would get communications between themselves and the rest of the world up and running. She asked if she could take a small contingent and quell this heriecy before it has a chance to begin. I gave her specific instructions to ignore their vain attempt to raise the alarm and under no circumstances was she to leave my Castle. Without my expressed authority. Now I fear Cinder has bluntly disobeyed me. And as a consequence of this action she will have to be punished." Salem paused. Waiting to get a reaction from him. Mercury denied her the satisfaction. He was not Emerald he was not going to be baited. Instead Mercury doubled down focusing all his attention on that spot on the floor. As if it was the most interesting object in the world. Finally seeing that she'd get no rise from the young man before her. Salem asked a question. So I wish for you to presume for me. "What do you think I'm going to do?"

Mercury gathered his thoughts before speaking everthing he was to say had to make some logical scene if he was to help Cinder.

"Frist off." He began. I'd like to say I appreciate your candor. So often an underling is called in to receive punishment for the mistakes of their employer's and those handing down the punishments. Never even have the decency to let those being punished to even know why. All I have is one question.

Salem chuckled amused. Particularly interested to see where this line of thought ended its destination. Right now the young man before her. Was believing she meant to take her displeasure with Cinders behavior out on him.

"And what question would that be?" She asked

Am I just going to be beaten and maimed, or should I be putting my affairs in order?"

Somehow this question stopped Salem. Stopped her dead in her tracks. The young Man had just calmly and nonchalantly implied that Salem should kill him in order to send a message to one of her followers. Who was this young man and where had he come from?

"No nothing like that. Salem said The kind of punishment I've got in mind won't have anyone who serves me spilling unnecessary blood. For today at least. Try again.

Mercury thought about it for a moment. "If the punishment you have in mind isn't going to include violence then. I can only assume you wish to personalize it to Cinder based off information you already know about her. And therefore without having access to that same vein of information. I would be unable to ever properly make an accurate assessment capable of pleasing your grace.

"Your words our wise. Clearly Cinder has vision in her employ. Vision I'd prefer to have in my own. And so I shall." Salem clapped her hands together. Mercury still refused to look up. If he had he would have seen a smug grin pass across her radiant features. "Mercury former disciple of Cinder. I am personally promoting you to the the inner circle. No longer will you apply your trade in Cinders employ. From now on you will only take orders from me and no one else. And in return I shall provide you with the riches of the world. That is a vague promise Mercury though in my world people like myself sing contracts and we don't break them. Without your ink on paper and Cinders ink relinquishing me from my terms of service I cannot enter into a contract with you. So telling me I now work for you is kind of pointless. Yet Mercury said none of this. Infact he said the direct opposite. Seeing an opportunity to save Cinder from any real repercussions.

"I am honored and greatfuly humbled by how you have chosen to place your trust in me. I hope that the promotion of myself a former underlying to Cinder Fall. Will have the intended effect of letting her know anyone can be promoted or demoted at any given time and she will quickly fall back into line.

Salem was somehow less than pleased with this answer. Yet couldn't understand why. And that irrated her to no end.

"Go now." Salem announced. And await my further orders I have big plans for you." Mercury walked outside as soon as the door was closed he kicked the dust pile left behind by Neopoilitan. Until the evidence was throughly scattered.

This has been Chapter 4: A Loss of Personalized Freedom. A promotion of rank. This chapter was written by Wolf and Sheep 200 and is a work of fan fiction. As always please feel free to leave a comment. I look foward to hearing them. And merry Christmas. Peace out for now.

[dxmedstudent]

What is your impression/impression of your colleagues towards physician associates, particularly American PAs that come to work in the UK? I'm currently exploring options as my husband can transfer to the UK for his work. We've both always wanted to live abroad for a time. However, as I look more deeply into the interwebs, I get the feeling that PAs, particularly American, aren't well received. Thoughts?

Hello! Long time no see. Sorry for the late reply. I actually went back to forums and had a re-read after getting this ask because I wanted to present the arguments (whether wrong or right) that I saw. I hope it helps, though I want you to remember that not everyone feels this way; people who don’t have any strong feelings just don’t bother debating things like this online. In real life, I’ve heard very little negativity about PAs from other doctors. I think most feel pretty neutral about the whole thing. But I don’t want to sweep things under the carpet. Personally, I’ve only ever worked with doctors’ assistants (more limited duties, mostly helping out with odd jobs, bloods etc, no clerking) but I have no problem with the idea of PAs, as long as their role is clearly defined so that everyone gets what they need. One of my good friends from biomed went to PA school after graduating, and I think she’s having great fun. So I want to approach this with the attitude that PAs are our people, too.  I’ll be honest, the topic of PAs seems to still be pretty be divisive amongst the medical community, from what I’ve seen on the big junior doctor forums. I’d say that there are people who are very pro-PAs, and others who are less enthusiastic. Though the reasons why are complex.

I don’t think the reception is anything to do with people being American, in the sense that i’ve never seen PAs’  nationalities be described as an issue. Despite occasional jibes, Americans are generally well liked here, and I’ve never overheard negative comments about a colleague’s Americanness. Is that a word? Feels like it should be. I’m actually sure US PAs might even be assumed to recevie a more comprehensive one than our own, if only because our own PA profession is very recent; we didn’t have PAs at all when I was younger. US-based training tends to be well-respected, as far as I know. The reasons for tensions between doctors and PAs here are many. First of all, PAs are a very recent invention. They have only been around for several years in the NHS. As such, we have a system that was built without their role, meaning that in order to have PAs at all, we need to make sure to carve out a role that does justice to what PAs can do, without taking away important opportunities from senior nurses/nurse prescribers/ANPs and junior doctors.This means that a lot of hospitals structure the role very differently, hence what a PA at one hospital does might not be the same as what a PA at another hospital does. This means if anyone wants to be a PA in the UK, it’s worth really shopping around, if you can, to see if you can get the most support and best role for you. I’d be really careful to make sure that the role made it clear what support is available for decisionmaking. PAs should have oversight from at least a registrar, ideally. I’ll come back to this later, but if anyone is making clinical decisions, it’s important that they are supported appropriately; I’m against giving nurses or paramedics or PAs or pharmacists prescribing privileges, just enough responsibiltiy to get them into trouble, but not giving people the right support for if they aren’t sure what to do. As a doc, having senior support is a big part of my job, and I think any one of my clinical colleagues deserves this, particularly if the government are trying to save money by getting them to do more doctors’ jobs so they don’t have to hire as many docs. And where PAs have in theory to get more junior docs to sign off on their decisions, lots of juniors aren’t comfortble with that idea. Because you generally have to be a bit more experienced before you can take repsonsibiltiy for others and their work. An FY1 or FY2 ‘supervising’ a PA wouldn’t be appropriate for either. And deep down msot of us docs feel that bringing in more ANPs, bringing in PAs, allowing pharmacists and paramedics and nurses to prescribe, a lot of it isn’t ultimately created with the interests of the clinician in mind. Ultimately the government does everything it does to save itself money, and given what they put junior doctors through in recent years, we are very, very bitter and wary with ANY government scheme. A lot of people worry  that bringing in PAs is just a way of the government trying to provide people to do doctor jobs on the cheap, without supporting them or training them up properly. And given that they’ve structured nurse training in such a way that trusts try to get by with as few senior nurses as possible, because it’s cheaper to have lots of HCAs and lower band nurses, I think all NHS workers have reason to be wary.   I’m going to spend most of this post outlining some of the issues that people have brought up in various threads, which aren’t necessarily issues I myself share, but I feel I have to discuss why some people are still adjusting to PAs cropping up. Not all doctors like the way having PAs works in practice, at least where they have worked. Some people grouse about the pay, because some of the PA slots advertised give a higher salary than you get for the frist several years of being a junior doctor, whilst most of them don’t do nights or oncalls, and have to take less clinical responsibility.  On the surface, it doesn’t seem fair; why should someone working better hours, and taking less legal responsibility be paid more? But I don’t believe in bringing everything down to the lowest common denominator; if anything, it should be an argument for better pay for nurses, doctors, physios, pharmacists etc.  In reality, I suspect they have made a few posts that pay unusually well to entice senior nurses to train up as PAs, and sort of get the ball rolling. The numbers are much smaller than the number of docs and nurses, so they can afford to pay more. Also, my colleagues have a point that that’s a PA’s final salary and that the job role is more limited, whereas junior docs (in our system, at least), get to train up to do different things, and eventually earn more.  Some act like PAs get a bad deal, others are envious; I think both jobs can be good if you’re the right person for that job. I’m sure it’s a better role for some people. Now, a small part of me can see why my colleagues are concerned. When you’re stressing about fulfilling the things you NEED for training, because otherwise your deanery and seniors will totally make out that you’re an inadequate doctor, it puts a lot of pressure on you to get your procedures and cases signed off.  I’ll be honest; medical training as a doctor once you graduate in the UK is minimal; we do our own exams. We have to arrange our own attendance at clinics (which is compulsory), we have to make sure we can get to compulsory teaching. We have to make our own opportunities to do the procedures we need to do to get signed off, see the cases we need, etc. We need to mke our own opportunities for audits, publications, etc. Apart from the occasional nice senior, literally nobody helps you to get all the things you absolutely need to do done. And that’s on top of the usual ward rounds, saving lives, dealing with pts and relatives thing, whilst often being extremely busy and understaffed. And rotating around every few months, so that nobody in the hospitals you work at Junior doctors are genuinely exhausted, overworked, and scrabbling around to get the opportunities they need to get by. Some of my colleagues report working in hospitals where because the PAs were permanent (not rotating) staff, they were given preference for audits, projects, research, procedures, surgery etc to the point where junior doctors felt sidelined and unable to get the training they need. Where they felt that rather than PAs taking on some of the “jobs everyone doesn’t like doing”  on top of clerking, they were given preference for the things both they and docs like doing, but also that docs NEED to do. And I’ve been in situations where I’m tired, struggling to get what I nee to do done, and I can see where they are coming from; I remember having an unpleasant evening, and wondering they were giving a GP trainee a chance to do a lumbar puncture when they’ll never need to do one in their line of work, when there are trainees in the dept that will need to do these procedures independently soon, but never get the opportunity. Of course, I reined in my childish brain, but the reason I felt that way wasn’t really because of my lovely colleague, but because of my stress at the lack of opportunities I got, which the system dictated I needed, but didn’t help me with. I’d never begrudged or been jealous of a colleague before so it was a low moment for me. But I’m sharing it because even generally nice people can feel jealous or let down if the system pits people against each other. And in scenarios like that, it’s not the fault of PAs at all; it should be up to hospitals planning their rota to ensure not only that staffing is well covered, but that trainee docs get enough opportunity to do what they need to do. And that PAs aren’t screwed over. I think blaming other employees is wrong, when the real culprit is a system that pits people against each other or doesn’t give people what they need to get things done. Now, there’s also a bit of rivalry between PA students and med students, more so than grads. Some PA students seem to go into it with the attitude that “It’ll be just like being a doctor, but you graduate faster”, and med students being med students, some of them will treat other clinicians with smug, unearned superiority. I have no time for either of these imposters, personally. Med students who think they are better than everyone don’t make good doctors until they get taken down a peg or two. We’re part of a team, and we can’t do what we do without nurses, physios, pharmacists etc, even PAs if they are part of our team. And people choosing beteeen the two courses shouldn’t think, wrongly that PA school is just the easy way into medicine, or “basically makes me a doctor”, because it’s dangerous to assume a level of competence or practice you don’t have. And because if you don’t understand the role you’re getting into, you may well be disappointed if it doesn’t meet your expectation. I think med students and PA students like this let both sides down, but I hope that real life will knock them into shape. The good news is that a lot of my colleagues on the group report that they’ve worked in places where having PAs worked really well. I think a lot of people would love having more people on the team to help. I’m certainly not against PAs if they are well supported. I think it has a lot of potential, and I’d like to see hospitals develop it properly. Where there were enough opportunities for both, and where PAs . I saw a lot of people say wonderful things about PAs, and defend them when things on the thread got more negative. I have hope for what our PA colleagues will do, I just think we’re still going through a transitional period with its own teething problems. We work well with nurse prescribers, with ANPs and with pharmacist prescribers; I believe we can work well with PAs. I just hope that trusts and the govt will do well by both docs and PAs, and that the relationship we eventually build will be fair to both sides. I suggest doing your research to see the kinds of jobs beingoffered, because they might not be as varied as they are in the US; some places definitely seem to offer jobs for PAs that are mainly paperwork, minor jobs with some phlebotomy, whereas other trusts have scope for clerking or more varied practice. And I would want to make sure that there’s an appropriate level of senior support for decisionmaking.

[cometthespacechinchilla]

Could you make a part 2 do MC being pregnant, please? Maybe write ablut Reiner holding his son for the frist time.

Ok, I lost this twice (maybe three time) because my computer decided my browser needed a reboot. At this point it’s like 50% spite driven cause I refuse to let this go. Over a week later this will be done if it kills me. Also, I’m making it a daughter if that’s ok, cause I like the idea of Reiner with a tiny she-wolf.

MC = Mila Cross

He hadn’t held Hope during most of the day, seeming to prefer to sit and watch her hold their daughter (more like resting her on her chest, her arms leaden with exhaustion), but Mila had just shoved a human being out of her body the old fashioned way and she wanted a reprieve.

“Reiner, if you don’t hold her I’m going to assume you don’t like her and I’m going to need to find a new fiance,” she teased, but with some bite behind it. Take. The damn. Kid.

He looked apprehensive, glancing down at his hands. “She is so small,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I… do not…”

Oh good god, he wanted kids, but he doesn’t know how to handle them now that one’s here?! She carefully cradled Hope in her arms, before leaning forward the short distance to press her arms against his. My abs.

“Here,” she said, guiding her into one arm, then pulling the other over to make it more secure. More for his sake than Hope’s. She was smaller than his forearm. “See? Just mind her head.”

Mila had seen him charge armies without fear, but he looked overwhelmed by this bundle suddenly snoozing in his arms.

“Compared to your crossbow, she must be pretty light,” she said, smiling at the scene, even if Reiner looked distinctly flustered. “Reiner?” She rested a hand on his arm, getting his attention. “You’ve got this. You’re the best hands she’ll ever be in.”

“I could argue that, my dear,” he said, though now he was starting to relax.

“Fine then,” she said, rolling her eyes. “We tie.” She leaned back into her pillows, keeping her hand on his arm, her thumb rubbing soothing circles on his bicep. She saw he was still frowning, though not as tense as before. “Penny for your thoughts?”

Used to her odd speech, he didn’t question the idiom. “I knew I wanted children, but it is another thing entirely to have one. There is now someone dependent on you for everything. I… do not want to fail her.”

“You won’t,” she soothed. “In case you’ve forgotten, you’re not doing this on your own. We’ll help each other. We won’t be perfect - no one is, but we’ll do our best and learn from our mistakes. That’s all we can do. And anyway,” there was a teasing glint in her eye, “it’s not like this is our first kid.”

He just looked at her, nonplussed. It made her laugh.

“Your retainers!” she got out through giggles.

“I do not think that is the same thing,” he said, though his frown was gone at least.

“I dunno,” she said, sighing as she let go of his arm to fully descend into the nest of pillows she had created for herself. She had earned that nest. “Between August and Iseul’s bickering and Iseul and Altea’s shenanigans, I think they’ve been training us for the full thing.”

He laughed, the rumble agreeing with Hope, who snuggled further into his chest. “I am sure we can discuss it with them later. For now, rest. You have had a long day.”

She yawned. “Don’t have to tell me twice.” She closed her eyes, guided to sleep by Reiner whisper-singing a lullaby.

[hyeriim]

i met apink in Japan

realized i never actually talked about this, but i met Apink during my trip in Japan this past winter break, and it was possibly the best thing that’s ever happened to me!!!!

i’m gonna break it here, so those of you who don’t want to see this don’t have to

So it was for the japan promotions, they had this thing where if you buy the japanese cd, there’s a ticket inside so you can go meet and receive a christmas card from one of the members. I bought my frist one and it was namjoo!!! TBH i was a bit sad it wasn’t eunji, but STILL I WENT TO SEE NAMJOO AND the entire day before the event, i was basically mentally preparing myself to go see her

so the day comes (it’s christmas btw)and i’m taking the train to the venue and i was smiling like an idiot and i was shaking holy crap. when i actually arrived there were tons of fans already there, i’d never been a place with that many apink fans so i was super excited. i got in the namjoo line and right next to me was the eunji line which was super empty, i was so surprised cuz eunji’s ticket was the one that most fans wanted (i was checking on twitter lol), i later found that it was cuz some people were hoarding eunji’s tickets so they coudl go see her over and over again at the end.

as the line moved along, i was shaking even more cuz i was so nervous like OMG I’M FINALLY GONNA SEE APINK. when it’s my turn to go into the booth, i walked and holy shit namjoo was just sitting there being all goddess like and smiley and gahh i died and went to heaven . she’s so freaking pretty, like her eyes are big and her dimples are so cute and omg her smile is beautiful, she was sitting cuz of her ankle :( , i could tell she was tired but she still put on a really big smile and said merry christmas. i completely blanked and forgot everything i was gonna say so i just took the card and said merry christmas back and the staff pushed me along and i had to go :(

after seeing namjoo, i was determined that i was not leaving without seeing eunji, so i. went and bought another cd and some other merch lol (ik too much money, but still), this time i got bomi, and again i was a bit disappointed but i went to line up in bomi’s line. Then I saw the girl in front of me had an extra eunji ticket so i asked her if she’d trade with me AND SHE SAID YES. SO I FREAKED AND WENT TO EUNJI’S LINE TRYING TO CALM MYSELF BECUASE I WAS ABOUT TO SEE JUNG EUNJI IN REAL FUCKING LIFE AND I. WAS FREAKING OUT. 

When i walked into her booth, i completely freaked out and it all happened so fast. I saw her and basically screamed OMG UNNIE SARANGHAE, she laughed a bit, gave me the card and said arigatogozaimas ( i guess she thought i. was japanese). It was probably a 3 secod interaction, but omg i’ll never forget her face when she smiled. She’s so beautiful, even more beautiful than she looks in the pictures, and her voice omg, all she said was thanks in japanese, but her voice is like i cant even describe it lol. SHe’s also tall lol, maybe i’m just short, but she was pretty tall. omg wow thinknig back on this, i’m remembering seeing her again and wow... 

After i got y card i came out and met up with my parents and i was literally on. the verge of tears, i think my dad got in on tape lol :/ we were going to leave but I wanted to wait until the end of the event so I could see all of the members walking to their waiting room. Near the end, before they cameout, bomi held up a mirror so we could see her reflection in the mirror and yelled out konnichiwa, all the fans started cheering (she’s so cute omg). and then eunji yelled out something in japanese (i’m assuming she asked if we ate yet) and then a fan replied with something and she laughed. SHE LAUGHED LIKE THE LAUGH IN THOSE FANCAMS AND I NEALRY DIED, a laugh i never thought id get to hear in real life. Anywya so when the members walked out, namjoo wlaked out first, but she left real quick, so i couldn’t really see. then eunji came out and all hell broke loose lol everyone was screaming (screamed when all members came out, but yuo know what imean) Then chorong walked out and oh my fucking god. she is like a doll. like her face is so tiny and she just looked so beautiful... she looked like a doll especially with the outfit. Then next was naeun. and holy shit she’s so beautiful, like her face is absolute perfection and she’s so. tall too :O next hayoung wlaked out, and she’s a fucing giant lol so tall, but her proportions are so good :O and she was just so pretty and i almost cried, bomi was the last one to. come out, before she we nt into the waiting room, she got someone to lift her up or something over the barrier, and basically just interacted with the fans for a. bit, and everyone was screaming BOMI BOMI BOMI BOMI, she was basically fistpumping, so cute hahhah, then bomi went in and eunji came back out. she did the same thing, except when everyone screamed EUNJI EUNJI EUNJI she got embarrassed and covered her face and did that HA HA HA laugh that she does and it was so. so cute hahaa, and then she went in and that was it lol (pretty sure there’s a short clip of this eunji part)

anyway this was the best christmas i ever had, and i’m so glad i was able to meet apink at. lesat once in my life!!!1