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berriethewizard · 7 months ago

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After only a little protest, Warriors allows Hyrule to look at the gash on his arm. It clipped right underneath his pauldron, and almost certainly would’ve taken out his sword arm if it wasn’t for his quick movements – but it doesn’t look too bad when Hyrule gets his layers off to take a look.

“What’s the diagnosis, doc? Will I live to see another day?” Warriors dryly asks, to which Hyrule can only laugh at. The captain is much more experienced in medicine than him, formal military training versus Hyrule’s experience-based knowledge, but he appreciates the comment anyway. For quite a while, Hyrule has been observing him – trying to learn more from the clear confidence and knowledge the captain displays in and surrounding battle. There are many things he seems to be left behind on, in the ruins of his own world, and all he can do is listen and watch. While Warriors comes from a place far different from Hyrule’s world, the way he talks about the battlefields he’s seen reminds him of a lot of the landscape of his home. It’s nice to be trusted to be competent in something he does think he excels at by Warriors. Hyrule’s own continued survival has to mean something, right?

Hyrule would ask, perhaps, to have some more specialised training, if he knew at all how to approach the man. But every time he gets the opportunity, all he can see is the stern face of a soldier recounting the horrors of war, and he gets cold feet. His yearning for knowledge has not yet overcome the awkwardness.

Hyrule just about finishes up healing the gash on Warriors’ arm when he hears Legend loudly comment, “Once again, Champion, your work with a bow astounds me. How do you do that?” Many visibly pick up their ears to listen in, not just his own – all eager to hear the explanation.

“Honestly? This time it was just quickly switching between different arrow types. I didn’t do anything special.” This catches Hyrule’s attention the most. Different types of arrows aren’t really a thing where he’s from, and he’s been fascinated by many of the group’s use of them since he discovered them.

“No way!” Wind chimes in, “The way you used those bomb arrows, it was like you had a cannon in your hands!” Hyrule doesn’t know what a cannon is, either. He lets Warriors get himself dressed again, and joins the small gathering that has formed.

Twilight scoffs. “Now I wouldn’t say that – cannons are huge, powerful machines – it’d be hard to replicate the force of something like that. Think of the power it takes to launch a person, Sailor. I don’t think any one bomb could be that powerful.”

“I’m sorry,” Legend looks at Twilight incredulously, “did you just imply you’ve been launched out of a cannon before?” Hyrule can’t help but copy Legend’s expression. What on earth is this machine, and why are they launching people out of it?

“I have too, it’s not that uncommon.” Sky says. Wind nods his head aggressively next to him, while everyone else looks at the three of them in various states of creased brows and agape mouths. At least Hyrule isn’t the only one baffled by all this.

Warriors takes this time to say his own piece on the matter.

“They do exist, y'know. Hand cannons, I mean.”

Suddenly, all eyes are upon Warriors. He straps his pauldron back upon his shoulder, before turning to the group.

“I’ve only seen one up close once. A trade ambassador from a country across the sea came to negotiate with the Queen, and with him came highly experimental new technology, including weaponry. About this big,” he mimes the size with his hands, which Hyrule approximates to be similar to the length of a shortsword, “composed of a metal barrel, small cannonballs named ‘bullets’, and an opening in the top to light gunpowder to launch. Shoots twice as hard and twice as far as an arrow, only needs one person to operate, and easy to move in active combat. They said that they’re hoping one day they’re advanced enough to pierce through armour.”

“The Queen didn’t approve of these, right?” Twilight hesitates. “They sound… terrifying.”

“No she did not, thankfully. Let’s hope you never have to encounter one.” Warriors face darkens, like when he gets a bit too far into his war stories, and Hyrule decides if he wants to learn more about these cannons, he might go to Twilight or Sky instead.

Hyrule doesn’t come from a very safe place. But he thinks Warriors’ era might be worse.

#berries writing #lu hyrule #lu warriors #linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu #lu fic #wip wednesday thursday i guess lmao #figured i could post this on its own. gonna be a larger thing hopefully soon #trying to get back into writing again after the hell these past 3 months have been #sorry hyrule fans if ive completely butchered your guy

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striderl · 8 months ago

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Hello StriderL, I love your headcanons, pretty interested in them. I wonder what Foley would think of the Astro invasion and the alliance teaming with skibidis

Honestly? Foley is against the idea of teaming up with the Skibidis under G-Toilet’s leadership, given that he still holds a grudge against G-Toilet for killing off Chief. However, as the situation grows dire, after a meeting with the entire Filming Industry, Gaffer provides him with the aspect that the Alliance is no matched for the Astro Toilet. Their military capacity and advanced technology far surpass anything the Alliance can muster. Even worse, the Alliance lacks critical knowledge of the Astro’s vulnerabilities, apart from the rudimentary reliance on brute force or overwhelming firepower.

Gaffer stresses that the most effective strategy against the Astros involves turning their own technology against them, or collaborating with G-Toilet who has the technology to hack the electrical mechanisms that an Astro possesses. Though the simple thought of aligning with him is preposterous for the TV faction, it’s undeniably practical and critical in this unpredictable situation.

Moreover, the ultimate goal of the Alliance is to end this war once and for all. Gaffer raises a rather compelling perspective for them: what’s the worst outcome if the Skibidis and the tech folks find a way to coexist? After all, humans had a saying, “The enemy of my enemy is my friend.” As long as the Alliance and the Skibidis share a common foe, cooperation is the key to their survival.

For now, Foley had to swallow his pride and accept the reality that he had to work with the Skibidis. The trust in Gaffer’s faith is all that tethered him from lashing out at a Skibidi when he sees one roaming in the hallway.

#Ask #Skibidi Toilet #OC Foley #OC Gaffer #mlg9420nftz

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glassesntea · 1 year ago

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Levi and female!reader developing a relationship (Canon Universe)

Part 2/2

How your foolish idealism land you into the Survey Corps

After your guard duty he invited you to a tavern where he has gathered some of your comrades. Sat on a bench with other soldiers you listened to Floch musing about the situation of the island.

"Commander Hanji shows too much trust in these outsiders. She is far too lenient and for what? A technological advancement? As if it can erase a century of being nothing else but meat for Titans."

The others grumbled an agreement. Many in the army were not happy about the government's plan: working with the Marleyans was challenging at best and you were wary about Hizuru's involvement.

Mikasa hadn't said a thing to you regarding her official meeting with Kyomi's delegation, but the somber shadows in her eyes suggested that they weren't the allies you all hoped for. In the end, the island was alone against the world. Pretending otherwise would have been stupid.

Was it really possible at this point to really trust anyone who didn't suffer as the people on the island?

Floch invited you out with his group several other times.

You hung around with them, exchanging the same worries, and it was during one of your convos that you first met Levi Ackerman.

You all were in the mess hall, finishing the supper before the afternoon drill. It seemed that the new recruits would've been training with the infamous Captain of the Survey Corps.

Up to this point you and the others have never met him. Floch and some other soldiers that followed him religiously knew him pretty well.

"He really is that strong?" You asked, and you saw Floch's face produce a tiny grimance "What?" You tilted your head but his expression turned neutral once again.

"He is." He said, drinking from his mug "But not enough, if you want my opinion."

You frowned "What do you mean?"

"I mean that letting your personal feelings play a role in life or death's situations could potentially waste other's sacrifices," he looked at you "and doom everyone else as a result. That's his weakness: he cares far too much. "

"But he effectively guided the soldiers through difficult times. And since he joined the military the percentage of death outside the Walls has decreased a lot. It seems to me that he knows what he's doing and he takes objective decisions."

Floch pressed his lips together, abruptly turning his head to the side "And yet a single foolish decision may have changed everything. And what are we gonna do at this point?"

It seemed something personal, this veiled distate tinged with anger, but you didn't have the time to pry further that a scuffle broke out at your table.

Two boys of your cadet's regiment that participate to Floch's little assemble have started to push one another after shotting up of their seats. You have heard their mumbled conversation getting progressivly more heated while speaking with Floch. One was your friend but the other you couldn't stand him since the training day.

"Oi!" snapped Floch "Quit it, already!"

You stand up, gripping your friend's arm and putting a hand on the other's chest "Stop it, you two, you want a squad leader to put you on stable duty?"

"This moron has the gall to feel pity for fucking Marleyans POW when you Wall Rose people looked down on us when these fuckers brought down Shiganshina. You left us starving in the street!" He pointed at your friend "And now you talk about pity?!"

You lightly pushed him when he tried to come closer "Cut it, Otto. He isn't guilty of what happened then. We shouldn't..."

"Mind your buisness, Y/N! Always getting in the way, alway flaunting your good nature bullshit act as if we don't see how much of a poser you actually are."

You rolled your eyes "Wow, straight for the throat? Tell me something you haven't already said to me in training."

"Gladly." He hissed, ignoring Floch's call for order "You and Franz pretend to be, oh so good, but you know nothing of real suffer. You are nothing more than a Sheena bitch" he shoved you "that grew tired of fucking rich boys and wanted to see misery like it's the next exciting thing before sweeping in and proclaim to have the solution for everything. We are not your fucking playground for you to feel pleased with yourself!" He shoved you harder and Franz shouted and bolted forward just for him to be hitted by a punch.

However you were able to intercept Otto's arm when he retracted it and you twisted your body to slam him on the table, back first.

Otto spranged to his feet, ready to retaliate. Your fist closing, your arm pushed back ready to collide with his smaug face, but someone clasped your wrist thightly and before you knew, Otto was sent tumbling on the floor by a swift kick in the stomach.

You turned around, startled. A short man with a dark undercut, dressed with the old Survey Corp uniform, was looking at Otto weezing in pain. The mess hall was eerily quite.

He lifted his eyes, letting go of your wrist "Care to explain why you three were bawling like lunatics?"

Levi Ackerman. You have seen his portrait on newspapers. He was a legend in the military. And you realized that he must have seen your three make a fool out of yourselves and throwing fists like foolish children.

"I asked you a question."

You composed yourself "My apologize, sir. I didn’t mean to cause a ruckus.”

You looked down at Otto, rolling on the floor and groaning, holding his stomach as if it threatened to spill out. You winced, bringing your eyes again on the Captain’s.

“He… uh… he started to insult me and my comrade. I…”

Levi crossed his arms “And you body slam him onto the table because of it?” He turned to Floch “What did he said?”

Floch was less than thrilled to be dragged into the mess and he shot you a dirty look before answering “He said Wall Sheena’s brats shouldn’t talk about how hard life is since the Fall of Maria.”

It was a pretty sanitized version of the truth, but the core was legitimate. You winced again, fuck I’m such an idiot.

“So you hit him because he badmouthed you,” his voice was dry as a leaf “that’s a pitiful excuse, if I’ve ever heard one.”

“Captain, I…”

“You three are soldiers now, not tugs ready to rip each other apart just because your pride got hurt.” He lowered his stare to the groaning figure “Get up. I fully expect you all to be this lively in today’s training as well.”

He called for everyone in the room “Everyone out. Start with ten laps around the perimeter.”

“Yes, sir!”

“Regarding you three, I hope you don’t mind the smell of horse shit, bacause you will shovel it around for two weeks.” He turned his back to you after your response and you ran outside the mess hall with your cheeks burning in hot shame.

That was humiliating, but served you right for not thinking things through.

Your first meet with Levi went on like this: as a mumbling brutish idiot who kept on smelling manure on the clothes for the following weeks.

To be continued...

#levi ackerman #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #snk #aot #aot headcanons #aot imagines #aot spoilers #snk spoilers #levi x reader #levi x y/n #levi ackerman x female reader

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redpenship · 10 months ago

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i had to write a 6k word research paper last semester in which i had to do hypothesis testing relating to any subject about WMDs. my idea was to test why states step away from the brink of developing nuclear weapons or get rid of them, with a focus on two explanations: domestic normative changes (so, attitudes regarding nuclear weapons) and security-based explanations (do nuclear weapons provide meaningful defence to the state in question?). this was done in tandem with my plotting for buzzsaw 2, which made me curious about the strategic utility of projecting "safety" or "neutrality" to potential aggressors. the core dilemma in the story is about whether or not aliens can be trusted, or more specifically if kindness is present throughout the universe. it's really all about perception--so, how an individual perceives aliens. to link this with my paper topic, i was specifically seeking to prove that perceptions of nuclear weapons had a greater influence on the lack of horizontal proliferation than security issues. my findings were kind of interesting.

basically, i was proven incorrect. i used congruence analysis (comparing various states and why they did or did not acquire nuclear weapons) to do my hypothesis testing. i feel like rambling a little bit, so here are some of my favourite cases:

Canada (Nuclear weapons capacity: HIGH -- large domestic sources of uranium, multiple research reactors that could be converted to uranium-enrichment facilities for weapons production, encouragement from US to create arsenal, and sufficient high-tech weaponry knowledge to develop an arsenal). Normative explanation: Canadians on average do not perceive military strength as being a source of national pride. It isn't very important in the national consciousness. Security Explanations: Proximity to US means that any nuclear strikes on Canadian territory will provoke US retaliation against the aggressor. Moreover, Canada's nuclear weapons policy at the time emphasized the avoidance of negative security externalities--leaders believed that acquiring nuclear weapons would provoke enemy states into doing the same, and so chose not to obtain them.

Sweden (Nuclear weapons capacity: MEDIUM -- domestic plutonium sources, advanced weapons systems) Normative Explanations: Public support for acquiring a nuclear arsenal reached a high of 57% in 1959. A successful anti-nuclear weapons campaign by the Social Democrat Party sought to make Swedish identity and the possession of nuclear weapons "incompatible" lowered public support to 31% by 1967. The nuclear weapons program lost public support entirely within a decade. Security Explanations: Sweden was most concerned about a Soviet invasion of Western Europe. Despite being a neutral state, their leaders came to the conclusion that the United States would defend any western European state from Soviet expansion to prevent its sphere of influence from growing further. As well, Sweden was worried about provoking the USSR and chose not to develop an arsenal for this reason as well.

Brazil (Nuclear weapons capacity: MEDIUM -- similar reasons to Sweden) Normative Explanations: Brazil's nuclear weapons program occurred under its military dictatorship. After its collapse, the civilian government ended all plans to develop an arsenal. I'm not taking into consideration how Brazilians felt about it because it was a secret program. Security Explanations: The military regime was primarily concerned by Argentina's head-start on enrichment methods and ballistic missile technology. President Geisel established a military nuclear energy research program that ran parallel to the civilian nuclear energy body, CNEN. By 1990, they were believed to be around two years away from testing a Hiroshima-type bomb (admittedly, a piece of shit by 90s standards). The program was terminated in 1990 by civilian President Mollo. Notably, Argentina had transitioned to democracy a few years prior, which contributed greatly to the end of its paranoia towards its neighbour. (Military regimes are prone to mirror paradoxes, in which they assume their rivals are as equally unstable and militaristic. This was definitely true of Argentina's military dictatorship in general though).

My primary case study was South Africa, whose apartheid government built six nuclear bombs beginning in the 1970s until the late 1980s. I chose it because it's the only state to have ever built and then dismantled its nuclear arsenal. At the time, the government was very concerned about the survival of its white state, since the rest of Africa was decolonizing and they were becoming a pariah on the global scene for their apartheid policies. Also, Soviet and Cuban troops were running around getting into conflicts in the continent and they were worried about getting invaded for being anti-communist and super racist. This made them desperate enough to build nuclear weapons.

They actually tried really, really hard to get security assurances from the United States, which led to them going as far as to sanction Rhodesia for being white supremacist (a hypocrisy equivalent only to Norway convincing itself that it meets climate targets). They failed to convince the US to help them (because South Africa was strategically worthless, so it was totally within the United States' comfort zone to ignore them and later condemn them) and were pretty much only friends with Israel, who helped them quite a bit with the nuclear weapons program. In one of the texts I read for the paper (page 287 of Will South Africa Survive? by R.W. Johnson), there's a translation of a section of South African Prime Minister Vorster's interview with Israeli newspaper Ma'ariv in 1976 in which he states that Israel and apartheid South Africa kind of have the same thing going on, with specific reference to their policies of occupation and racial/economic exclusion. So, if you ever need some additional evidence that Israel is an apartheid state for whatever reason, feel free to cite a literal leader of apartheid South Africa admitting that Israel does the same thing.

ANYWAYS, apartheid South Africa got rid of its nuclear weapons during two events/processes: the end of apartheid, and the fall of the Soviet Union. The cause of their disarmament doesn't require much thought since PM de Klerk admitted to parliament that they got rid of their nuclear weapons because their primary security threat (the USSR) no longer existed. Their weapons weren't even very good (could only be delivered by bombers) and their entire strategy for them was to just imply to the US that they possessed them, which would force the US to step up and protect them so South Africa wouldn't reveal they had them to the world and potentially trigger proliferation across Africa.

What I got out of all of this isn't that normative/perceptive explanations for disarmament are worthless, but rather that security concerns must be dealt with as a prerequisite to disarmament. Sweden and Canada fell under US extended deterrence and felt no need to develop weapons, while Brazil and South Africa's regional security concerns collapsed and they no longer had a reason to have nuclear weapons. Countries who are not threatened by nuclear powers or are protected by nuclear powers do not need nuclear weapons to guarantee their survival.

Taking into this account, I've altered the story of buzzsaw 2 to reflect my findings somewhat. A lot of it is the same, I've just put a bit more attention into addressing the security dilemma faced by Earth lol. More specifically, how a planet can minimize security externalities to avoid provoking aliens and how the necessity of doing so can challenge the status of imperial powers on said planet...

#sorry i felt like rambling about nuclear weapons policy #it will happen again probably #fic: the cosmic beholder #redposts

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herrenxenoberg · 6 months ago

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Fandorm Showcase #22 - Atlantis The Lost Empire

Another underrated classic that flew under the TWST radar-

Introducing the wondrous and well-organized dorm inspired by Atlantis The Lost Empire...

Ulylantis!

It combines the words, ulysses (the name of the submarine in the movie) and atlantis.

This dorm focuses on tactical strategy and clever thinking, planning things thoroughly before executing them in action. They are also very curious about the wonders of what Twisted Wonderland will bring upon their discovery. Due to the dorm leader's military background, students in this dorm have to go through rigorous training to improve their reflexes and physical resilience. They specialize in advanced combat magic and defense magic.

"A dorm founded on the Expedition Commander's spirit of curiosity. Students in this dorm wishes to discover hidden secrets and share it with the world about their research."

Requirements and Traits:

Pragmatic and efficient with tasks

Ambitious about discovering something new

Tactically smart in planning

Dorm Uniform Design:

I used a lot of the camo print for this one, cuz it really screams military theme to me.

Character Roster:

Attention! The housewardeness of Ulylantis has arrived!

Lexi Taggert! (Twisted off Lyle Tiberius Rourke)

Lexi Taggert is a commanding and calculating leader whose sharp intellect and unyielding ambition make her a force to be reckoned with. As the junior dorm leader of Ulylantis, Lexi possesses a natural charisma and an authoritative presence that commands respect, if not always admiration.

Lexi thrives in high-pressure situations, excelling at strategic planning and rallying her dormmates to accomplish even the most daunting goals. She is fiercely pragmatic, prioritizing efficiency and results over sentimentality. While she values teamwork, her approach often feels transactional, as she expects competence and loyalty in return for her guidance. Despite her polished exterior, Lexi is driven by an insatiable hunger for success and recognition. She’s not afraid to take risks or make morally gray decisions if it means achieving her objectives. Beneath her composed demeanor lies a fiery determination born from a past of being underestimated, which fuels her desire to prove herself as a leader who can stand against any challenge.

Lexi’s ruthlessness is tempered by her respect for those who show genuine skill and ingenuity. Though she can seem cold and detached, she secretly admires those with the courage to stand their ground, even against her. Her biggest flaw is her inability to let go of control, as she often sees trust as a vulnerability rather than a strength, and would often punish those who failed to meet her expectations.

Notable Members:

Holt Schmidt (Vice Housewarden, Junior) - A sleek and enigmatic individual who prioritizes getting the job done in record time rather than unnecessary delays, always making decisions on his own instead of getting unanimous agreements. (Twisted off Helga Sinclair)

Cormac Adams (Sophomore) - A quiet and serious "soldier" who doesn't fool around and always does what he is told by anyone with higher status than him. (Twisted off Rourke's Mercenaries)

K.E.O. (???) - An ancient-looking mechanical figure who has been recently awoken within the walls of Ulylantis, having no recollection of what its purpose was and have to be supervised and observed by Lexi, but it contains a lot of knowledge about an undiscovered secret. (Twisted off the heart of Atlantis)

Synopsis:

It is history class with Professor Trein in Night Raven College, as he is explaining to the class about the history of a sunken civilization that used to be technologically advanced than any society in existence, but was soon forgotten when waters flooded the city and sunk it to the bottom of the ocean. To further teach this history class, Trein enlists the help of the housewardeness of Ulylantis, Lexi Taggert to lead a field trip group to the research site (chaperoned by Trein, of course), to which ALL the students in the class have to attend, our main protagonists included.

Shenanigans ensue as they discover secrets that were hidden away all these years.

Next Up: The Black Cauldron

#twisted wonderland #twst oc #twst fandorms #atlantis the lost empire #lyle tiberius rourke #female commander eat your heart out

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noramoons · 2 years ago

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renounced | x.dj

summary: your life as the eldest child in the royal family is simple: follow everything you’ve been told, without complaint. the game is easy—until you meet xiao dejun, who shows you that you may not have to play their game at all.

pairing: prince!xiaojun x gender neutral!royal reader

genre: angst with a happy ending (?)

wc: 4k

rating: T/15+

warnings: unspecified time period, historical inaccuracies, brief mention of religious analogies, implied suggestive content, language, not proofread (😧)

a/n: happy xiaojun day! :D (me, finishing a fic on time?? 🤯🤯) hope u enjoy this little one-shot. i’m sure there are MAJOR historical inaccuracies for the politics depictions in this - feel free to leave any feedback or concrit you might have!

This is the last time.

It's like a mantra. You repeat it to yourself, over and over, starting the sentence over with every other stairstep you reach.

This is the last time. It has to be.

Of course, you said that the last time, too.

Prince Dejun has been a fixture in your life for nearly as long as you can remember. And for a long time—you hated remembering.

His family's kingdom had brought yours to the brink of annihilation in war—a long, terrible, stupid war that your nation had been comically unprepared for. The Xiao family had industrialized their military years before your father's generals even began to think about the idea, studying and honing in their technological advances to the point that when they finally brought their army to your doorstep, your father had no choice but to kneel. Can it really be called war if the other side never even stands a chance?

You had hated Xiao Dejun, then. Hated the very idea of him and his entire family. Hated that they had been so generous as to allow your family to stay in their palace for a month while yours was being rebuilt, him and his brothers running through the halls with gleeful abandon while you and your younger siblings had to restrain yourselves at all times. You always had to be poised and patient, silent unless spoken to—the perfect guests for who you saw as little more than your captors.

It was several years later before your father's advisors began whispering again, hushed murmurs that gradually tumbled their way down to your eavesdropping ears—not of war this time, but of the future. Of building future alliances with the very nation that had nearly decimated your home.

And you, as the eldest child, were the perfect sacrificial lamb.

You had felt just as much, too, the night of your first outing with the prince. You would be supervised, of course, but you still found yourself unable to shake the feeling as the servants dressed you quietly, whispering to each other when they thought you couldn't hear. Like they were preparing a stuffed pig for a feast.

You'd dreaded every step down the main stairwell of your newly rebuilt home, clinging to the marble railing that you were sure was just as cold and unforgiving as the prince waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs (Completely unlike the way you are currently racing up a flight of stairs, heart growing lighter with each step).

You had been surprised, then, when Dejun had taken your gloved hand in his—it turned out he was warm flesh and blood, after all.

He'd engaged in perfectly polite, yet expected small talk all throughout the main entryway and into the gate outside. It wasn't until you reached that first step outside, the furthest you'd been away from home in months, that he had squeezed your hand and dropped his voice into an octave that sounded much more familiar to the Dejun you had seen briefly in his home.

"Do you trust me?"

You were taken aback by the question—but you certainly weren't a liar. "No."

He'd laughed at that—a light, airy sound escaping past his lips that you thought had no right to come from a devil. "I thought as much. I would've been surprised if you'd said so." Something glinted in his eyes. "Can you give me a chance to change your mind?"

What on Earth was he talking about? The two of you were only supposed to wander the gardens until dusk—that was what your governess had said. "Why would I do that?"

A grin tugged at the corners of his mouth—you thought, for an absentminded moment, how seemingly perfect his teeth were. What a strange thing to notice. "Because it'll get us away from the eyes of your governess."

Your own eyes widened. "What are you talking about? I—" I hadn't even noticed she was out here, you'd wanted to say. You had spun around, looking intently for somewhere she must have been hiding—she couldn't have been that inconspicuous if Dejun had noticed her already.

He'd squeezed your hand again, warm fingers still intertwined with yours. "I spoke with the stablehand before coming to call on you. He said he would leave a horse tied just outside the gates." He paused. "It's up to you, of course. Your Highness." He dropped your hand only to cross it across his chest in a mock serene bow, and you had bit onto your own tongue, hard, to keep a laugh from escaping you at the sight.

You had tried to weigh the consequences in your mind, but the thought of freedom was just as alluring as it always had been under the watchful eye of seemingly everyone else in the palace you'd grown up with. Even if it came with a price of momentary companionship with Xiao Dejun.

"We..." you had started. "We have to be back by sunset. No later."

He had grinned and taken your hand, running with you close behind, helping you mount the horse when you did, in fact, find one tied just outside the palace gates—and giving you the first taste, if only for an hour, of what real freedom might feel like.

You were chased down by your governess and a slightly bruised stablehand before the sun had even begun to set, but you and Dejun had talked, lying on your backs in an empty field miles away from the palace, for what felt like hours. It was then that you learned he cared practically nothing for politics, that he had no plans to be king the way his father had ruled. You discovered, through a series of conversations, that he wanted so much more for his life—to not be tied to something he hadn't chosen for himself. You'd never forget for the rest of your life how his eyes shone that evening, how they sparkled as he listened to you, and how he talked about the life he wanted with such excitement. He wanted to learn how to walk across a trapeze, or become a traveling musician, to sail across the world with a band of pirates—he wanted to at least have options. To be able to choose something for himself, something that was only his.

That glass facade you had built in your head of him shattered. He was so, so much like you, in every way you had never imagined.

Your governess gave you an earful when you were dragged back to the palace that night, but you could barely find it in yourself to care. Dejun had planted a dangerous seed in your brain—the idea of getting to choose.

While your father wasn't entirely pleased with the events of your first outing with Prince Dejun, his advisors still believed it would be a beneficial match for the future of the kingdom—so you were allowed to continue your courtship with the prince.

With every meeting, you found your affection for the worldview he had given you growing. You were allowed to let yourself want for the first time. You wanted the ability to choose what you did with your life. You wanted to see what the rest of the world looked like outside of your room in the palace.

You wanted Dejun. And he wanted you, too.

But perhaps that grasp of freedom was something you didn't deserve. After all—at the end of the day, there wasn't truly any aspect of your life's path that you chose yourself. Even the idea of freedom was ludicrous. Everything was preordained for your life by the same gods (who you had been told since birth) that had put your father on the throne—to say or do otherwise was simply unthinkable. Heresy. A refusal of everything you had been put on this planet to do.

It had clearly been too long since you had any reminders of that fact—and so your father's advisors, moods changing like the tides of the ocean, provided you with one.

Your kingdom and the Xiaos found themselves in a trade standoff—the Xiao kingdom had the grain your kingdom so desperately needed after his soldiers had burned your farmlands down to the soil, but your father's advisors refused to pay what the Xiaos were demanding. They could get grain and cattle at a much lower price from the Qian kingdom to the south—not nearly as militarily advanced as the Xiaos, but a longtime ally of your father's, and a royal family with a son your age.

One too many insults were exchanged between families over tense negotiations—and so your courtship with Dejun was called off. Replaced with a hurried engagement to the prince of the Qian family, a man you'd never met.

And yet—you couldn't burn the roots of what Dejun had planted in you. Now more than ever, you wanted that freedom Dejun had promised you. You wanted the ability to lash out about this choice made for you, to scream at your uncaring father who only saw you as a political pawn to be used for the betterment of the nation.

But what could you do? You had been raised in a calculating way—everything you did was politics. Every choice you made was a stepping stone for your future—and not just yours. The future of your family, your lineage, your nation rested on your shoulders as the next in line for the throne. Who were you to just cast that aside? Run away with nothing but the hope Dejun would follow you? Would he follow you?

There was still a positive outcome, albeit a small one—you learned that while your relationship with Dejun had been broken for you, your kingdom's alliance with the Xiao family was not entirely lost. It was damaged enough to not want your families permanently intertwined, but not enough to go to war again—or more importantly to your circumstance, not damaged enough that their invitations to your family's yearly galas with the surrounding kingdoms had been rescinded.

A full year passed by the time your family hosted another gala, and it took all the self restraint you had mustered within you to not rush across the ballroom and hold him impossibly close to you when you finally, finally locked your gaze onto Dejun again for the first time in a year. You saw the way his eyes lit up when he saw you from the top of the staircase—the same way you had seen them shine all those years ago, when he had first introduced that damned idea of freedom into your stupidly impressionable mind. You wondered if anyone else in the ballroom could hear how loud your heart was pounding.

It took almost the entire evening, dancing with several other princes and high-ranking officials (the ones your advisors had informed you to charm for potential future alliances) before you were finally able to drag Dejun out of the ballroom, unnoticed, and into a nearby corridor.

You stared at each other for a moment. Then two.

Dejun whispered your name, as if saying it too loud would shatter the moment you've given him.

"I've missed you," you said. Ever the careful, political one—you'd ached with how much your mind and soul had missed Dejun, but you couldn't tell him that. What if he didn't feel the same? What if he didn't want to be seen with you, now that you were engaged to someone else? What if—

He leaned across, cupping your cheek in one hand and pressing his lips to yours in one singular, fluid motion.

Once again—Dejun had presented you with an opportunity you hadn't even thought of yourself. You had seen a door at the end of a hallway and thought it to be the only exit—and Dejun had shown you how to escape through a window.

The next two years of galas were the same—on one night a year, you'd entertain guests for hours, dancing until your feet were sore and mind swirling as you tried to remember everyone's name and affiliation and rank. None of it mattered once everyone retired to their guest suites, preparing for a long day of travel tomorrow, and you were free to slip away and spend the long hours of the night, unnoticed, with Dejun.

Each time, you heard a rock at your window as you were preparing for bed, and each time, you knew what it meant. You'd look outside to see a shining pair of eyes in the darkness, holding a single candle and beckoning you to follow. You'd end the evening as far away from the palace as you could get, tangled in Dejun's limbs underneath the moonlight, the two of you only pulling your cloaks back on and hurrying back in giggles when the first rays of morning sunlight were beginning to rise.

It's what you're doing now—heart racing as you ascend the final stair and make your way to the balcony before you. But this time will be different, you know. It has to be.

You're getting married next month to Prince Kun. You should have cut this tryst off before it even began—you know it will only continue to cause you and Dejun both heartache and suffering. And from what you hear, his own father's advisors have been hard at work finding an engagement for Dejun. It won't be long before you're both encumbered with marital duties.

All of this is at the tip of your tongue to tell him—and then he turns around from the balcony railing.

The moon frames his dark hair like a halo, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he sees you walking towards him—and oh, gods, how could you ever tell him anything of the sort? When he's running a soft hand through your hair and he's pulling your lips to his, when you're closing your eyes against him and letting him glide a hand down to the small of your back and press his chest to yours—when you're tasting freedom on his lips, how could you ever take that away?

But the thought still haunts you when you're lying on your back beside him, miles away from the palace and watching the stars glitter in the sky above you. You know why neither of you have discussed the fact that you're engaged to Kun, that you'll be living in a palace in an entirely different kingdom after next month. Admitting that you need to have a discussion, after all, feels like admitting that this has to end.

Dejun stirs beside you—you had thought he was asleep. You turn on your side to look at him.

He smiles when he sees your face, and you can't fight a smile from tugging at your own lips. How can you give this up? "This is it," he says, suddenly, and you feel your stomach lurch—of course he'd be the one to acknowledge this. "Isn't it?"

"What do you mean?" you say, quietly—but the quiver in your voice betrays that you know his meaning all too well.

Dejun reaches across and intertwines his fingers with yours, bringing your connected hands up to his lips as he kisses each fingertip. "Did you want to never discuss it? To lie with me here, and then never see me again?"

You frown. "Of course not. But I don't exactly know how—"

"Run away with me," he says suddenly. "They'll never find us. We can go to the ends of the earth."

You laugh at how abrupt he is. "They'd find us, Dejun. Your father owns the greatest military in the world, and my father has spies on every inch of this continent. We'd never make it across either border."

He's insistent. "We have to try. I told you, all those years ago, that I want to be able to choose something for my life, something that's only mine. It's you, Y/N. I don't care where we are or what we're doing—I can't stand to be apart from you anymore."

His words strike your heart like daggers, but you still shake your head slowly—grabbing the hilt and driving the daggers in further yourself. "It's too late. Don't you see? It's not just my family that's depending on my choices now—the Qians are too. I can't turn my back on this anymore by just running away."

"And who decides that?" He shoots back. "None of this has been up to you. Don't you think you deserve a chance to choose a life for yourself?"

You don't know why it's never occurred to you before. It's a fantasy—all of this. Ever since the moment your courtship with Dejun was called off years ago, you've been in a child's delusion. The real world calls now, with all of its accompanying rules and responsibilities—you have no place allowing yourself to stay in this illusion anymore. There has to be another universe, a different life where the two of you were smart enough to never do anything this stupid, but it isn't this one. There's no substance to you and Dejun. "And in that life, I would do what? Continue to be a once-a-year tryst to you? Do you..." You take a sharp breath. "Do you love me, Dejun?"

He looks like you've stung him with your words—maybe you have. "You know how I feel about you, Y/N, I—"

"Can you say it?" Part of you is screaming internally for giving him an ultimatum like this, for probably ripping away the only respite you've ever had from your life in a cage—but you know that if you don't do it, it'll be done for you. Just like everything else.

"I..." he trails off, and you find yourself utterly afraid for what he might have said—because it might have convinced you.

And then he inhales again. Clenches his jaw. "Goodnight, Y/N."

Your heart sinks, but you swallow down the self-induced disappointment. "Goodnight, Dejun."

You don't think either of you sleep much that night. You watch the sun rise on the horizon hours later—beautiful, cheerful shades of pinks and oranges that are a perfect contrast to the knots of worry you can feel brewing in your stomach.

As you and Dejun hurry back (in silence) to the south side of the palace, you begin to slow at the gate behind the gardens. In the past, you've always stopped here to say your goodbyes before heading back into the palace on your own separate ways, as to not arouse suspicion.

Dejun never stops. He never even begins to slow down his walking pace. Instead, you watch him walk past you, through the gardens and into the side door into the scullery—and now you really can't shake this feeling that you've made a massive, unchangeable mistake.

You remember how much you once hated him—how to even hear the name Xiao Dejun made your stomach twist. Now, you think, you'd give anything to hear his name announced in the same room as you. And it may never happen again.

The month that follows your engagement with Qian Kun goes by in a blur. The wedding preparations, the attire, the food for the guests—it's all chosen for you, anyway, so why should you care? You silently mourn the loss of all things good and routine in your life that you'd come to cherish before—including Dejun.

The wedding itself is a different experience—mostly because you don't feel like you're even really there. Everything is just as you had rehearsed the day before; your father walks you down the aisle in full royal regalia. You stand beside Kun and recite your perfectly memorized vows. You touch your lips to his.

It’s a game, all of it—and you’ve been told every move to play.

You don't eat much at the reception, and your new husband seems to notice. He asks if you're not feeling well, if you need to leave early—and as much as you know you need to stay to keep up appearances, to maintain the alliances your father's advisors have so carefully crafted for you with this marriage—you can't help but nod yes.

Kun is too kind for his own good, you think. He briefly shows you around the royal wing of your new home, where you'll presumably be staying for the rest of your life, before opening the door to the bedroom at the end of the corridor. You expect him to follow you inside, so you're surprised when he moves to open the door again to leave.

He turns around, a small smile of understanding on his mouth. "I'll see you in the morning, Your Highness. When you're feeling better." He hesitates for only a brief moment before adding, "You don't have to keep up appearances around me. I hope you know that."

You don't know that, in all honesty—but you smile and nod gratefully anyway.

You let yourself sit in the silence of your room for a long while, comfortable with it in contrast to the loud reception you can still hear ongoing downstairs. You think about calling for help on undressing out of your royal wedding attire, but the thought of being alone is still far more appealing, even if it takes you an hour to get out of all these layers.

You've only undone two buttons when you hear a thump on the floor, right below the open window. It's a rock, you realize in disbelief as you bend down to take a closer look. You hold it under the candlelight, and you finally recognize the familiar scrawled ink across the surface.

I love you.

You lean over the window, heart pounding so loud you can hear it rushing in your ears—and you see him. He hasn't even dismounted from the horse he must have ridden to the castle on, one hand still clutching the reins, other hand waving in the air to catch your attention.

Dejun's face lights up when he sees you, and you suddenly feel that same lightness in your chest the instant you see it. Like you'd never even left his side.

You grab the candle on your nightstand and bring it by the window to see him better, and it's then that you begin to hear what he's been saying—not yelling, thankfully, to ensure any wedding goers won't hear. But you don't even think you'd mind now, as you lean further out of the window and finally hear it from his own lips.

I love you.

You think about what he said only a month ago, an echo of the things he'd said to you when you were younger. That you deserve to choose.

You think that while there is a lifetime where you were smart enough to never do anything this stupid, there must also be another where you are brave enough to run away—to be in love, to choose with your own mind to leave behind everything you've known for each other. For something that you both know would last.

Maybe there's a part of you that thinks that lifetime can be this one—that they're one and the same. That some part of you still longs to be that foolish, and that brave.

You cup your hands around your mouth and call down to him—your answer to tonight's unspoken question.

I love you too.

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ink-flavored · 7 months ago

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Hiiiiii I have 📱, 🤔, 🖖, ❓ from your scifi themed ask game for youu °u° Thank you for making all of these as games btw, it's SO useful for worldbuilding!

thank u for the ask, and for enjoying my games!! i love making them :3

I will answer these for my Space Cruise WIP!

📱What’s the state of communication technology in your WIP? Do people communicate through their microchipped brains, or is a cell phone still the best way to get a hold of someone?

Not quite at brain chips yet, but we're past phones too! Most people carry around or wear infoscreens on their sleeves. I know it's a hologram phone/computer thing attached to a little metal stick that projects said hologram and can be clipped onto/sewn into clothes, but I have not ironed out all the details yet

When it comes to translating alien languages, there is quite an advanced technology for that. The translators that Kavi wears on both their ears are sort of like if a bluetooth earpiece was awesome. It's a little strip of metal that gets glued inside your ear (with medical grade adhesive or something idk) without blocking the hole, and can translate everything you hear in real time. It hears the words before they reach you due to soundwaves or whatever, and blasts the translation into your ears instead. It can take a little bit to get used to the fact that people's mouths aren't moving in sync with the words you're hearing, but it's a small price to pay for Understanding.

The translator can also be paired with whatever infoscreen you have, and you can mess with the settings of how specific words get translated and such

🤔What kind of technology is still being developed in your WIP? What’s something they’re still trying to figure out?

I answered this one already here! But I'm sure I can come up with more...

Laser guns aren't a thing, at least not for the average person. The only kind of laser/ray weaponry that exists is under lock-and-key in military files, and are so huge they can only be attached to spaceships or tanks. They're working on a smaller scale version of those lasers, but ONLY for military reasons. The power is too great for civilian hands etc. etc. you can totally trust the military with this power don't even worry about it

🖖Did the aliens reach out to humanity first? Why?

So humans and aliens got into contact sort of on accident?

Humans were chugging along, looking for a planet to park their spaceship on, and the aliens pulled alongside us in their spaceship and then this happened

To get another kick out of this, the aliens were in the equivalent of a BMW and the humans were in our dad's 2007 Honda Civic.

Humans were like "WOOOOO SAPIENT LIFE EXISTS WE DID IT YIPPEEEEE" and the aliens went "oh my god these little things need so much help"

❓What took humanity’s place on Earth, if anything?

There are still humans on Earth! Either the descendants of people who refused to leave when space exploration became a thing, or people who have returned to humanity's ancestral home to Find Themselves 🙏

It's not a very popular place to live, and the people who stuck around were considered either regressives or "so progressive they horseshoe theory'd themselves back to being regressive" but the people who stuck around have plenty more reasons than "we don't wanna" for staying on Earth (although those groups do exist, and hate aliens quite a bit). Money, access, power, fear of the unknown, and fear that another planet like Earth will be squandered before humanity has even finished cleaning up the first one.

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ark-inkweaving · 2 months ago

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Hey Azzy! Happy STS! Can you tell us a bit more about what Yilvar is like as a person? If he wasn't a figurehead with responsibilities and destinies, what kind of a person would he be?

hey Jas, happy STSunday lmao

Yilvar is such an interesting and complex character to me, i love him and deeply torment him

like, this man has four different elemental resonances through his life. that's three shifts. most people shift once at most. he's born with a fire resonance, shifts to water at five years old (one of the youngest shifts ever recorded), then to earth when his mother dies and he becomes the new figurehead and the shift into light takes from age nineteen to twenty

he's not a natural leader, neither of the political nor of the military kind. he really... was not made to lead a rebellion, and he struggles a lot with learning to be in that position and what to do, what to prioritize, what to say

it's a lot of rotten work, and he is deeply overwhelmed by it. especially because he "inherited" the revolution from his parents, and people expect him to lead like they did. but his parents were a knight of the First Order (his mother) and Zere's chief advisor on international politics (his father). Yilvar was born on the run, with little to no money, being taught to hide, run and cause a ruckus, and that getting caught means death. he wasn't taught diplomacy, he wasn't taught military strategy, he definitely wasn't taught how to interact with nobles and generals and political leaders. he learned all of that by sneaking into meetings he wasn't supposed to be in, by running out on the battlefield and copying what other team leaders were doing, and by surviving long enough to figure it out

what he's good at is connecting with the general public on an emotional level, and that's why he's used as a figurehead by the leaders of the kireis

he does get to a point where he's legitimately a decent strategist and diplomat. he's better in the field and out in a crowd, but he can work a war room or a diplomatic meeting. the other leaders just won't let him and don't generally listen to him, because they don't want him, they want his parents. which is why you get to the scene in An Oath On Bloodied Diamonds, where he snaps at the military leaders and goes "fuck all of you all, swear this fucking oath, i will do this one thing to prove myself to you and when i come back you do what i fucking tell you"

(fun fact: at the end of the piece, where the sword "grows hotter in his hand, sparking with lighter mana", you have the exact moment his resonance starts to shift into light :3 )

and then he actually comes back with the scepter of Ljus — which is an actually really powerful artefact, it's literally the old scepter of Ljus, Livi of Light also known as The Oracle of the Sky, so, y'know? — and starts to actually lead the rebellion, but this time in his style rather than trying to do what his parents would have done

which means a lot less "fair" fighting and a lot more hit and run tactics, bombs, sabotage, cooperating with civilian uprisings, working with assasins, bounty hunters and pirates, stealing supply lines and developing more and more technologically and magically advanced weapons. and using the scepter. the scepter can do some really funky things

so yeah, he's a people-person, incredibly stubborn and sneaky and chaotic, a little more violent than most people are comfortable with, and a practical learner with a lot of mistakes and grief on his back

as for if he wasn't the figure-head of the revolution, it's hard to say. he's influenced by the revolution just about as much as he influences the revolution is by him. which is a lot

he probably wouldn't have as many trust issues, and he'd be less jaded (he likes to call himself an optimist. he is not one. he could have been, in another life). more empathetic too. he naturally is, but he had to tune that down because he was literally too empathetic to lead the revolution. it was good as a publicity stunt as a figurehead but he was literally going insane with grief. even as is, after toning it down, after the war he has no children of his own and adopts, like seven or eight orphans. which is one of the reasons the Akarai family line is a fucking mess

he'd probably be a little less violent, but i can't see him any less prone to trickery, explosions or talking his way into the public's graces. if this version of him were a d&d character, he'd be a bard-artificer multiclass with a noble background. feel free to make assumptions based on that

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frangipanilove · 1 year ago

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I don’t really understand how Beth would’ve ended up in all these different places. Is it because of the Commonwealths? The CRM? I’m confused and hate to say so cause it should be obvious but I’m feeling lost on it. I guess I should just trust “Beth is alive” and we’ll see her again. Just frustrating how long we’ve waited for her.

Hi friend, sorry it took me so long to get to this. I’ll try to answer, even though it might not be the kind of answer you had hoped for. I’m not really sure what you mean by “all these different places”. I personally don’t have any fixed opinion on exactly where she will show up, geographically. I expect there to be lots of hints and symbolism referring to her in Daryl Dixon season 2, but that doesn’t necessarily mean I believe she will literally show up. She might, but I’m not relying on it.

If your question is about the logistics of world travel, I don’t think that should be a problem. For starters, remember this is fiction. If tptb wants something specific to happen, they can just write it. We’ve seen that technology for world travel exists in this universe. We’ve seen advanced military technology like chinook helicopters, that were able to cross the North American continent without any issues. We’ve seen Daryl cross the Atlantic on a boat, we’ll see Carol do the same with a small plane. In FTWD we once saw Strand communicate with an astronaut on the International Space Station. Also in FTWD, we once saw them rehabilitate an old aeroplane and fly it out of a nuclear waste zone. We’ve also seen them travel by using a hot air balloon (shaped as a beer bottle, no less, and I’ve written about the incredible symbolism of that elsewhere)

For what it’s worth, people were crossing oceans centuries and millennia ago, and while I don’t think Beth’s on a viking ship or a balsa raft, humans have always migrated, and I don’t think a zombie apocalypse is enough to stop that drive. People will travel if they have a reason to, in real life, and certainly in fiction.

Tptb have also dropped hints of international trade throughout the seasons, with references to coffee (which only grows under very specific conditions), exotic fruits like pineapple, and also sugar cane. While none of that guarantees the presence of an international trade network, it does indicate the existence on one. At the very least, it renders it plausible that one COULD exist.

Also, Major General Beale from TOWL mentioned the CRM has spies everywhere, and I don’t remember his exact words, but I believe he mentioned overseas territories. So I wouldn’t worry about the logistics of travel. If TPTB want Beth to show up somewhere specific, they can just write it.

But there’s one thing we have no real insight into, and that’s the business part of the equation. Remember, TWD is ultimately a business, and if Beth is to come back, it will be because someone made the business decision to bring her back. And we can’t know what goes on behind closed doors at AMC. We can’t really know why she wasn’t brought back a long time ago, and we can’t know IF she’ll be back at all. We can’t really know for sure that EK even wants to come back. We can speculate, analyze interviews, social media posts etc, but it will still only be speculation and our subjective, biased interpretation.

And that’s what we do in TD, right? We watch the show and look for ways in which the symbolism tells us Beth is coming back. There’s an extensive symbolism framework present in TWDU that would help facilitate her return, and I like to believe it’s there for a reason. But ultimately no one can know for sure.

So I’m afraid I can’t guarantee that Beth 100% for certain will be coming back. I watch the show and I offer my interpretation of the symbolism, but you’ll never hear me make any promises, because I don’t think anyone can.

I understand the frustration, but for me, I’m a fan of the entire franchise, I love the main show and the spin offs and the entire TWDU, and I’ll continue to watch my favorite show regardless of whether or not Beth comes back, and that helps. I’d love for her to return, and I do believe that’s the story the symbolism is telling us, but I enjoy the show immensely regardless.

I hope this helps, but I’m sorry if it wasn’t the answer you were hoping for. Would love to hear more of your thoughts though 🥰

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dr-futbol-blog · 9 months ago

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Trinity, Pt. 2

Next, we find the team inside the Ancient facility that seemed to be the source of the energy reading McKay got from the planet. Teyla is the last one to come down the ladder where McKay, Sheppard and Ronon are already down in the dark room with their flashlights. We do not see who came down first, and while McKay definitely seems excited enough to have wanted to come down first, it is extremely doubtful Sheppard would have allowed him to do that. Given that Ronon only switches his flashlight on after Teyla has descended and Sheppard is using the light on his P-90, we can deduce that it was likely Sheppard himself that had come down first, using his weapon to light the way. This is also symbolic of the role of the military in scientific advancement, given that they are in an Ancient military laboratory.

McKay: Definitely Ancient design. Their latest stuff, too.

As McKay is blowing 10,000 years of dust off of a panel, we see Sheppard in the background holding his hand over another panel apparently trying to switch it on with his Ancient gene. He must been doing it on Atlantis often enough that he expects it to work here, as well. He recognizes the technology as Ancient just as easily as McKay does. But he does not just recognize the technology as Ancient, he recognizes it as a lab which again witnesses to the amount of time the two of them have spent together.

McKay: Their latest being ten thousand years old. Sheppard: Looks a lot like the labs we found on Atlantis. Dex: So this is one of their outposts. Teyla: Yet the Ancestors made no mention of their presence here in the database. Why?

Teyla is again the first one to ask the relevant question, McKay and Sheppard too preoccupied by the possibilities to have been able to process any of the implications yet, and Ronon is clearly just simply overwhelmed by the Ancients being a tangible, real thing instead of something out of the legends. But we are again able to see them working together as a team here, with all of them having their own roles, strengths and even interests. McKay is the how person, Sheppard is the why person, Ronon is the what person and Teyla, even though she explicitly asks the 'why?' question here, is usually the who person. She poses the question why because she is interested in the who, the Ancestors and the original inhabitants of the planet, the Dorandans.

Eager to figure out the mystery himself, Sheppard urges McKay to get them some power going:

Sheppard: Well, let's find out. Can you power it up? McKay: Working on it.

This too is relevant for why things play out the way they do. While Sheppard poses this as a question, he seems to expect McKay to be able to do this. He may not be telling McKay what to do, and he certainly does not order him to do it, but nevertheless there is an expectation that McKay will be able to deliver. He relies on McKay's technical expertise and because McKay has been consistently able to deliver, is frequently able to perform smaller and larger miracles, it has practically become the baseline for his ability. Sheppard has such an unwavering trust and faith in McKay's abilities that he fails to recognize how this translates into an unspoken expectation, which in turn translates into pressure put on McKay's shoulders. And it is possible McKay does not himself recognize this consistently mounting pressure at this time, but it certainly is increasing. Adding on. Piling up. And as performing acts of service is how he seeks validation, there is a recipe for disaster brewing here.

Sheppard: I got two bodies here.

And speaking of disaster, one seems to have occurred in the facility and there is perhaps something symbolic in the fact that Sheppard is the one to come across the bodies of two Ancients that seem to have died under curious circumstances, as they are laying on their backs and their feet are touching. We do not know what these two people were to each other when they were alive, but they certainly are together in death.

Their deaths must have been instantaneous and occurred with no warning. Ronon comes across additional bodies in an adjacent chamber, and he makes an observation about the dead having been abandoned here. While none of the others can see it, this seems to give McKay pause. He actually stops what he is doing to think about it.

Dex: I got three more over here. Whatever happened here, no-one came back to claim the dead.

We know that there was nothing left of Peter Grodin's body to retrieve after he had been blown up by the wraith on the Ancient satellite but we never did find out what happened to the bodies of Dr. Abrams and Dr. Gaul of The Defiant One (S01E12), both of whose deaths McKay had likewise been unable to prevent and the latter of whom took his own life right before McKay's eyes. Did they ever retrieve their bodies or were they just left on the planet? And yet being able to retrieve the bodies from labs just like this one of Drs. Wagner, Johnson, Dumais and Hays in Hot Zone (S01E13), during the events of which Sheppard had also been forced to shoot Dr. Peterson, had not really made him feel any better about having lost them. McKay had further been unable to keep Drs. Monroe and Lindström from being killed by the wraith virus in The Intruder (S02E02). All of these people had worked under him, most of these people he probably had selected for the mission personally.

The bodies kept piling up, and it was so few of them that he had been able to send back to their families and loved ones back to Earth. There had been no one to claim the bodies but himself. He was responsible for all of their deaths. He looks haunted here, for a brief moment. Haunted by all of the deaths that happened on his watch. And given that he feels alone now, estranged as he is from his sister, having cut all ties back to Earth (like he told Cadman in Duet (S02E04), he has no intention of returning to Earth), his cat had probably died while they were away, and somewhere along the way he had also lost Sheppard, which was still fresh and hurt most of all.

He was alone. He felt lonely. If he died, there was no one that would care what happened to his body. Maybe he would be left rotting on the floor of some Ancient lab somewhere in this galaxy far, far away from Earth. He had once thought that he might even have found a home here, in these people that had become something like a surrogate family to him. How wrong he had been. A cold and lonely death was all that was waiting for him, in a cold and lonely grave, if he was so lucky to even get a grave. These people had no graves because no one had come to claim them, like Ronon had just pointed out. McKay looks up for the briefest moment, and yet all of this we can see in that one look.

And in the next moment, it is gone, and none of the others are there to see it. They are too busy trying to figure out the mystery to spare a thought for him. And McKay does what he has always done: he loses himself in the work. He gets back to trying to get Sheppard that power he wanted. He is twice as determined to figure out how to get that to happen. As long as he is fiddling with the Ancient control panel, he does not have to remember all the bodies he carries in his heart.

Sheppard: Can't tell if they were fed on by the wraith. Dex: Yeah, something killed them. Teyla: Something killed everyone on this world. Sheppard: Now why is this outpost, if that's what it is, still intact? Doesn't make sense.

Sheppard is kneeling by the bodies of the dead (lovers?), trying to suss out what had happened to them. As much as he appreciates that Ronon and Teyla are there with him, trying to figure this thing out, it has clearly been too long since he has heard from McKay, as he feels the need to touch base with him again. He needs to know what McKay makes out of all of this. And note that now, as he is again distracted by this mystery unfolding around them and not trying to keep a distance, he slips back into calling him with the more intimate address:

Sheppard: What do you think, Rodney? McKay: Ha! Sorry, I wasn't listening, but it just struck me that, if this is an Ancient outpost, why would the wraith leave it intact? Sheppard: ...It's a good question. McKay: Huh. Alright, so...

This is again played for comedy. McKay is not paying attention and says essentially the same thing as Sheppard, who then congratulates him on arriving on the exact same conclusion he did. As though this is meant to underscore the fact that Sheppard is also intelligent, perhaps even to remind us of the fact that Sheppard is occasionally faster than he is. But the thing is, even though the questions they pose have the same words in them, they are not the same question. The emphasis of the questions is different. Sheppard is curious about the present state of the facility and what lead to it. McKay is thinking about the wraith and their motivations. And Sheppard does honestly find that a good question, and it is also one that he as the military commander in charge of their struggle against the wraith should have been asking. They also stress different things. Sheppard puts stress on the word 'intact' where McKay puts emphasis on the word 'Ancient'. Sheppard is thinking about the base, McKay is thinking about the war. Sheppard is grounded in the present where McKay, even though his question is based in history, is actually future-oriented here.

But given their ability to read each other's thoughts from the minutest of cues that we have witnessed, this is probably also meant to underline their mental connection, how similar they are in thought and how they are able to work as one mind, one person. Their thinking is similar enough to facilitate this connection between them, and they do look each other in the eye here for a considerably long time. Something does seem to be communicated between them, enough that both Ronon and Teyla notice it and they both turn away from the two of them as though to give them a private moment here.

But then they both lower their eyes, and they both seem a little lost here. It is possible that Sheppard was hurt by the fact that McKay did not appear to be listening to him, and it is possible McKay was unsure of how to read Sheppard's comment, of whether he actually meant that it had been a good question or whether it had been sarcasm. McKay is not used to receiving praise from Sheppard, because although Sheppard thinks the world of McKay, he is not really a positive re-enforcement kind of guy. Even when he does give praise, it is often couched in sarcasm or flippancy, something to take the edge off and make it seem like not such a big deal.

Giving honest praise without wisecracking requires emotional earnestness of which Sheppard is in short supply. And hence, while a part of McKay is pleased that Sheppard would call his question a good question, another part of him is playing it down, convinced that he meant that it was a stupid question. And a part of the audience might see it like that too. Furthermore, the comedic beat of this exchange masks McKay's earlier haunted look, helping us forget that McKay is anything but a comic relief character. That is how good McKay is at hiding his pain.

Some time later, the team have returned to Atlantis and are filling Weir in on the discovery. Noteworthy here is that Sheppard and McKay are presenting it as one mind again, Sheppard using the 'we' form and both of them tag-teaming the explanation to her. Sheppard seems to be just as excited about it as McKay is. Sheppard also turns his body toward McKay as he speaks.

Weir: So it's a military research facility. Sheppard: From what we can tell, it's a ground-based version of the satellite weapon we used to destroy that hive ship. McKay: With one major exception. Firepower.

This is important and I have not seen it discussed previously. Sheppard references the LaGrange Point satellite here, featured in The Defiant One (S01E12) and The Siege (S01E19). While he does not mention it by name, that is what he is referring to. And what happens in this episode has everything to do with what happened on the satellite platform that Sheppard had meant to accompany McKay on but had been ordered by Weir not to. It has everything to do with Peter Grodin and McKay's inability to save him, with McKay blaming himself for Grodin's death because he had failed to fix the satellite. The satellite had been able to fire only once because the patch that he had been able to put together was only a temporary fix, and the wraith had destroyed the satellite with Grodin on it. Grodin, who had been important to McKay personally, whether or not you believe that they had been previously involved. It is against this backdrop (not to forget all the other scientists that have died under his watch) that we must interpret what happens in this episode, and that is why they mention it right here at the offset.

Sheppard says "we" here, doing what we have seen McKay do previously, trying to alleviate some of the guilt McKay is feeling by taking a portion of the blame. We have seen McKay take his share of the blame of waking the wraith e.g., in Poisoning the Well (S01E06). But while that is what he attempts to do, McKay can share the success of having managed to take out the hive, but he will not share the blame of failing to save Grodin. That is his failure and his alone. That is a loss that he has to live with every day of his life, and he is far from being over it. And again you cannot even hear it in his voice as he waxes poetic about the firepower of this new weapons platform but you had better believe that he remembers it. And, given that we later learn about McKay and Sheppard having discussed who talks about what to whom, they may even have agreed that Sheppard will be the one to talk about the connections of this new facility to the satellite because he just cannot bring himself to talk about it anymore than Sheppard can bring himself to talk about having roused the wraith. They are presenting this to her very much together.

McKay: I mean, if that single outpost was responsible for destroying an entire wraith fleet... Weir: And you're sure it was this weapon that destroyed all those wraith ships? Sheppard: It had to be. There's nothing on the planet that suggests the Dorandans had anything capable of inflicting anywhere near that much damage.

Note that Sheppard and McKay enter through the same doorway (the door between Sheppard and Weir; there are some possibly pseudo-psychological studies about people in love rounding objects on the same side so as to avoid having anything between them) to the conference room here and like they used to do, they almost try to enter it at the same time. McKay is very much in Sheppard's personal space and Sheppard's hand is definitely in McKay's space.

Teyla: If we could learn of such technology, we could defend other worlds from being culled. Dex: It didn't save the Dorandans. McKay: Yeah, but at the end of the day the outpost was still standing and that means... Well, I'm not sure what that means, but it means something definitely worth finding out. Weir: Colonel? Sheppard: He's right. It's definitely worth sending a research team back.

Sheppard looks anguished here. We should recall that it had been Sheppard's choice not to accompany McKay to the satellite platform that he believed had lead to McKay's death, and that pain that he had felt before he learned that McKay had survived the wraith destroying the satellite had been the worst pain of his life, pain unlike he had ever felt before. Something like that is not easy to forget, and the fact that McKay had survived it did not erase the fact that he had experienced the pain. He knows what it feels like now, losing McKay. Before he had left for the platform, McKay had put together a team and was in want of a pilot, hoping Sheppard would accompany them. And Sheppard had volunteered for the mission. He had wanted to be a part of the mission. And even now, it seems like Sheppard probably wanted to be a part of this team. But McKay seems to have other ideas.

McKay: Good! Well, give me Optican, Collins, and Zelenka if he's over the stomach flu. We'll try to access the computer's log books, see if we can decipher them. Once that's-- Weir: OK! OK! Easy sell. Go. McKay: Oh, good!

Now, Sheppard opens his mouth and almost says something to Weir as McKay mentions Zelenka's stomach flu which is interesting in the light of their earlier discussion about Ronon having a strong stomach and McKay being able to eat frozen dinners unthawed. There might be a bug going around the base and their earlier discussion may have had its genesis in that. Could be that Sheppard simply does not "like gross things," like people often say, or he was going to wisecrack about it but then thought better of it. He nearly says something but then decides against it. But it is also possible that Sheppard hadn't meant to interject anything about the stomach flu but was going to say something about McKay's choice of team. He might have been about to say that he very much wanted to insert himself into it, to protest not having him on it, to somehow make sure that this would not be a repeat of the previous mission, but McKay's mention of the stomach flu just short-circuited his brain. And as we see later, Sheppard was not going to let four scientists go back on the alien weapons platform without him. After the last time, he is not taking any chances.

Note also at the end that Sheppard first turns to watch McKay go, as one frequently does for someone they care about, but then he looks at Weir and smiles while tilting his head, and this expression is all about the fondness he feels for McKay. It has this "Got to love him, huh?" energy about it, like he just felt the need to share his fondness for McKay with someone that might appreciate it, or someone that would at least understand since Weir does know about them. It has been a while since he has seen McKay this happy and full of life. When he is like this, McKay is like a force of nature. That is the man that he loves.

Continued in Pt. 3

#sga #stargate atlantis #john sheppard #sga meta #sheppard is bi #rodney mckay #rodney is gay #ep. trinity #ep. the defiant one #ep. the siege #ep. hot zone #ep. the intruder #ep. duet #ep. poisoning the well #mcshep

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Hi! I have to admit that I know nothing about Fallout but would like to understand your AU so idk could you explain Fallout for beginners please? (and maybe how the AU works specifically) 🧡

I’m going to try and put this in the most straightforward terms I can and maybe steal a few things from Wikipedia if I can’t.

And I hope you don't mind, I'll publish this as well so others can learn.

There are currently 7 Fallout games: Fallout, Fallout 2, Fallout Tactics: Brotherhood of Steel, Fallout 3, Fallout: New Vegas, Fallout 4, and Fallout 76. (This is not counting the small things like mobile games or the table top games, or even the freaking pinball game either) PLUS there is also the “Fallout” TV show on Amazon (It's good, My dad who knows NOTHING of Fallout loved it) ▬ The Show on Amazon is based in Los Angeles.

▬ The setting, back story, lore, just a little history:

The series is set in a fictionalized USA in an “alternate history scenario” that diverges from reality after 1945, following World War II. In this alternative "golden age", where atomic physics serves as the foundation of scientific progress, which leads to a bizarre socio-technological status quo. This means things like advanced robots, nuclear-powered cars, directed-energy weapons, and other futuristic technologies are seen alongside 1950s-era computers and televisions.

▬ Nuka Cola ad featuring Nuka Girl leaning heavily into the atomic/nuclear aspect

The United States divides itself into 13 commonwealths, and the aesthetics and Cold War paranoia of the 1950s dominated the American lifestyle well into the 21st century.

▬ Map of all of the Fallout Commonwealths

The a whole bunch of history happens, it’s honestly wordy and gives the lead-up to how the bombs dropped on the morning of October 23, 2077, a “global nuclear exchange”, which subsequently created the post-apocalyptic United States, the setting of the Fallout world.

▬ Now, in my AU, I say that Buck is from a Vault.

The U.S. government, having foreseen this outcome just a few decades earlier, began a nationwide project to build fallout shelters known as "Vaults". The Vault-Tec Corporation designed the Vaults as public shelters, each able to support up to a thousand people. Something round 400K Vaults would have been needed if they actually wanted to help the American people, but only 122 were commissioned and constructed.

Vault Boy; He is the corporate mascot of the Vault-Tec, His female counterpart is Vault Girl. They appear in virtually every released game and evolved over the years into a symbol of the Fallout franchise in general.

However, the Vault project was not intended as a viable method of repopulating the United States; instead, most Vaults were secret social experiments and were designed to determine the effects of different environmental and psychological conditions on their inhabitants.

▬Lemme just use Norm Maclean (Fallout Series) here to showcase the sort of view in the vault and the lovely blue and gold jumpsuits ALL vault dwellers basically wear.

Now, only Seventeen control Vaults were made to function as advertised, in contrast with the other Vault experiments. However, they were usually shoddy and unreliable due to most of the funding going towards the experimental ones. Many Vaults remained sealed as part of their respective experiments even after the radiation had reached safe levels.

EDIT: I forgot to actually talk about the Brotherhood of Steel.

▬ Eddie is a former Brotherhood of Steel Knight.

The Brotherhood of Steel, commonly abbreviated to BoS, is a quasi-religious technocratic military order founded in the immediate aftermath of the Great War The BOS' core purpose is to preserve advanced technology and regulate its use. They believe humanity cannot be trusted with the means to destroy itself, and they think that acquiring technology would prevent another apocalypse. The Basics of BOS came from the fall of the western Roman Empire when the knights and scribes kept the fire of civilization going after the empire imploded. The BOS is a military order with a strictly enforced hierarchy and chain of command. At the foundation, that mandates obedience to one's superiors and forbids circumventing ranks when giving orders. When it comes to the individual members of the BOS, loyalty to and defense of the organization are the top priorities, - 1st: Loyalty to and defense of the organization - 2nd: Dedication and loyalty to the mission. - 3rd: Dedication and loyalty to one's superior officer. Brotherhood members are expected to follow each of these rules in that order. If one's superior should act against the interests of the organization or mission, the third rule is superseded by the second or first rule.

▬ Brotherhood of Steel Ranking Structure

The Brotherhood has been featured in every game and other entry in the Fallout series in one form or another.

▬ My manip of Eddie in a Brotherhood jumpsuit

Eddie's History with the BOS without spoilers

▬ My manip of Eddie in a Brotherhood jumpsuit

While homosexual relationships are generally tolerated, they are pressured to instead seek relationships that will result in 'repopulation.' This leads Eddie to be arranged with Shannon, which then leads to Chris's birth, though Eddie and Shannon are able to keep Chris' Cerebal Palsy (though in the FO Universe, it would be considered his 'disorder or ailment) secret from the BOS for the first few years. BOS finds out about Chris, and would never tolerate someone like Chris within their ranks. Eddie ultimately decides he can no longer remain a part of them, and following his own moral compass, he chooses to desert the BOS. The Diazs, on their own, now in this new reality, Eddie is constantly on the lookout, aware that his status as AWOL from the BOS makes him a target.

▬ I have planned in the future that Karen is a former Enclave Scientist.

The Enclave is another military organization dedicated to the execution of an all-inclusive holocaust of non-members, who they dehumanize as "genetic non-compliance offenders." While being the continuation of a pre-war American deep state consisting of high-ranking political, military and corporate figures, its members publicly claim to be the direct continuation of the United States of America and its government after the destruction of the world during the Great War.

▬ Enclave power armor, X-01 power armor

Without going too in-depth with them, it's obvious I hate them, they're the worst, they Suck, and I'm glad Karen left them (In my AU).

here are things I may mention in my AU (when it comes to finally posting my fic)

Pip Boy: The Pip-Boy (Personal Information Processor-Boy) is a wrist computer given to the player (Vault-Dweller) early in the games and series, which serves various roles in quest, inventory, and battle management, as well as presenting player statistics.

▬ This version of the Pip-Boy is not stated in-series, though the official replica sold by The Wand Company is called the Pip-Boy 3000 Mark V

Power Armor: Power Armor, is a type of powered exoskeleton featured in every game in the Fallout series. It allows for protection from enemy fire and enables the wearer to carry cumbersome weapons and other objects with ease. There are so many types, levels and styles of Power Armor. It is considered an iconic part of the Fallout universe, an effective marketing tool for a faceless protagonist, and a prominent symbol within the game's lore. ▬ “Post-war” the Power Armor is most widely used by the Brotherhood of Steel, a cult-like organization that collects and preserves technology (My husband said the BOS is like Mormons and their obsession with Geneology)

▬T-60 Power Armor

There are INSANE Animals that roam the ‘wasteland’. Some were modified by the Government (ie. Death Claws), but some were also just changed by radiation.

▬ BAD: genetically engineered creatures developed by the United States military to replace humans during missions, but they escaped into the wild in the aftermath of the Great War

▬ GOOD: Brahmin are mutated two-headed cattle; they still provide meat, milk, hide, and manual labor.

Ghouls... Ghouls are humans mutated by radiation, rather than killed by it. The mutation process, referred to as "ghoulification", this typically results in an extended lifespan, if not functional immortality, real-time regeneration of wounds allowing for reattaching limbs, and immunity to direct damage resulting from irradiation. However, it changes their appearance, resembling rotting corpses, burn victims, or walking corpses

▬ Cooper Howard - The Ghoul From the Fallout Amazon series

▬ Feral Ghouls in Fallout 4

Now, with my AU, I’m doing a small mix of The TV show, but throwing in elements of Fallout 4 and New Vegas (Kinda) While I won't delve into the details of every single game and its historical context, I hope this overview will provide you with enough information on the basics of Fallout? If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to ask!

Much Love, ▬ Kenna

#answered #travellingdragon #asks #Fallout Fundamentals #fallout/911 #fallout 911 mashup #911 Fallout AU #911 AU #In this essay...

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worldofsaia · 3 months ago

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Born to die & cherry? Any dr you'd like to talk about ✨💛

now playing ; duvet by boa…

@ EVANGELION !

this one is curious for me, because I don't shift here very often, but I want to talk about it nevertheless. i hope my answers satisfy your curiosity!

⊹ 💫 BORN TO DIE — ✶ what’s the most reckless, daring thing you’ve done for love? was it worth it?

✶ if it's one reckless thing I've done as OLUESUN, it's breaking into a restricted EVA core data vault in vatican branch b—just to stop them from reassigning another pilot. all i had was a stolen clearance card and a text message confession i never sent. this is a memory though, not something that happened in real time while i was there.

i basically put my housing privileges, food rations, stipend, and status on the line. i got written up for “emotional volatility,” and my psychologist tried to give me anti-affectives that I didn't take. i lost access to off-hours net privileges for 6 weeks. my commanding officer told me i was “an idealist, not a soldier.”

i'm not sure if it was worth it. i didn't get the guy, but it taught me something as, before that, i had blind trust in a lot of things that, as a ch*ld combatant, always dreamed of. beautiful men and women, families, fairy tales. love is a form of mutiny in this reality/world, and i’d do it again. i don't think it was to get him back, but simply because someone needed to not go quietly.

i'll get into why it woke me up in this particular reality.

so, my “first love,” age 22, was ezra dreyfus, an israeli-french prodigy who got along with everyone, quite literally. he was known for calm sync ratios and unusually high empathy resonance, so we called him the oracle. we met during cross-academy drills in munich.

we did the sync feedback tether test, SFTT, like “soft,” that emulates near-death bonding. we hit a ratio over 72%, which you really don't hit with strangers, and as a result, that left me starry eyed, latent psychic feedback flashing over my eyes—a memory of his mom's death channeled through my mind.

he apologized for that, and even though I didn't understand why he was apologizing, that's how it started. he was incredibly sweet, kind and well, while he was a pessimistic with a drinking habit and shaking hands, he never let anyone put themselves down for what they couldn't control. i could see us on the same team forever. but a month later, he got reassigned to japan without warning or explanation.

i used my supervisor's ID to hack into a biometric clearance terminal, having memorized her login string over several weeks—i doubt it's the same now, but using your kid's name in LEET speak isn't… clever.

when I found ezra's file, i was genuinely shocked—they put “over-empathic co-dependency with fellow pilot (adeniran, o.)” and “potential future instability under pressure.”

never once did he mention how much he struggled to be as kind as he was, and i think I cried in uniform on that occasion only, because all i could remember of him was his stymied kindness. i felt safer in his mind than i ever did in my own, and that would've only ended badly for us.

i printed the report and kept it in my boot. to this day it's in my coat pocket.

⊹ 🍒 CHERRY — ✶ if you could describe your sex life, what would it be? romantic, wild, forbidden?

✶ this one is… well. the military shenanigans here are almost the same in my eva dr, but a lot richer, considering the advanced technology that synca nervous systems together for dual/group EVA combat. sometimes you can mesh with someone so hard that you can't tell who's who for a second—much like shinji and kaworu (I keep calling him adam for reasons :x) anyways, imagine that, but behind blackout sheets and after trauma drills.

my first experience was around 19, with a superior officer, after a particularly traumatic drill. at some point the relationship blew up, and I got reported, my superior was transferred to another chapter, but the emotional fallout with my dorm squad was kinda huge.

since then, my sex life became very transactional and coping based, or like, currency? in a sense? someone always owes someone “something.” I don't think I feel that way about anyone but ezra, and he's gone.

anyways, in my long stint as a pilot, I've had a small body count. 3 guys, 2 women, 1 nonbinary. none of whom lasted longer than a few weeks. it's usually after failed tests, violent episodes, pilot funerals.

i remember MAIKA in particular, a really lovely girl who still serves my chapter. we hooked up after a failed angel repulsion test. we had 13 hours of isolation together in a damp underground decontamination cell. it started with a joke. turned into a hug. then hours of soft, compulsive, slow, terrifying closeness. neither of us talked about it afterward.

i mean, i want love in this reality, i have love in other realities, but for esun, what she gets is emotional shrapnel, and she gives more than she gets. she’ll hold people, listen, let them cry mid-sex—but the second she tries to open up, most shut down. It’s asymmetrical intimacy.

one guy from the ICARUS COHORT in lisbon, actually lied about our compatibility to get close to me—he wanted “the experience” of being with an a-ranked pilot. i found out when he mocked me after a mission—apparently i come alive like an angel core when i'm in bed.

didn't report him, but he got benched three weeks later for some tactical error. i never saw him again.

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