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libermachinae · 3 years ago

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Jupiter

Also on AO3 Summary: A quick walk around the neighborhood. Notes: Bit of prowlcoswave written for day 1 of @soundwaveweek! Prompt was ‘together.’

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Cosmos gave the tether an experimental tug. Soundwave’s solid form meant he did not move, but nor did the harness pop off, which was exactly what Cosmos wanted to see.

“Looks good,” he said, stepping back to cast a quick final check over both him companions. “Feel ready to go?”

Soundwave stood quite confidently, arms at his sides, a familiar tilt to his head that could have meant he was thinking or listening. He nodded easily, field sparkling with confidence, which could have been entirely for Prowl’s benefit, whose own field was sodden with an excited dread. He was trying to stand with poise, but next to Soundwave it was all too obvious the way his doorwings quivered and his biolights flickered. Cosmos felt his spark sink.

“You don’t have to do this,” he said, stepping as close as he felt Prowl’s anxiety would allow. “It’s just supposed to be fun, but I don’t know if it will work if you’re…” Was there a way to say ‘terrified’ that wouldn’t offend Prowl’s pride?

Cosmos spent too long thinking about it. Prowl’s doorwings hitched up, his gaze sharpening though his biolights continued to waver.

“I want to do this,” Prowl said. “Faulty risk analysis, that’s all. Not worth a delay.”

Cosmos doubted Prowl’s programs were at fault: he was the only mech Cosmos knew who made algorithm tuning a part of his regular maintenance, and what they were doing was potentially very dangerous. Before he could make a mistake of trying to reason Prowl into fear, though, Soundwave put a hand on Prowl’s shoulder, the ring of hand meeting plating indicating that Prowl had been shivering.

“Cosmos: accomplished in interspacial rescue,” he said. “Soundwave: can locate Prowl at any distance. Prowl will be found, if you want to be.”

“Of course I would want to be,” Prowl snapped, but it seemed like Soundwave’s words had done the trick. Prowl had calmed under his touch, not trying to flick the hand away, and after taking a moment to cycle a ventilation he looked back to Cosmos.

“You’re ready?” Cosmos asked again, and this time Prowl nodded, grim but certain.

“Ready,” Soundwave said, his light tone an intentional contrast to Prowl. He stepped closer to Cosmos, his hand dropping down to Prowl’s to gently encourage him forward. He surveyed them, not searching for anything specific now but just as a general final check. And to steal an opportunity to look at them.

“Okay,” Cosmos said. “You know the drill. I can hover for a few seconds, but the sooner you grab on the better. Then, just… hang on.” He’d done this in the past, but usually it had been an officer delivering the instructions while he and a crewmate or two waited for the signal to go. He knew the process well enough, but instructing someone else (and perhaps instructing these mechs specifically) was a different feeling.

They both nodded, though, betraying their confidence in him, so he stopped himself before he could start overthinking it. He did a short hop up into his alt mode, the last panels only just sliding into place when he felt two hands wrap around his grab bars. He almost hesitated, but the reassuring brush of Soundwave’s field propelled him forward and up, launching out and away from Sanctuary.

There was only a moment of conscious drag before his systems recalibrated to accommodate the additions to his undercarriage. Prowl and Soundwave were doing exactly as instructed, holding on tight to him with their free arms wrapped around each other. For his part, Cosmos tried to keep his acceleration even, adjusting his velocity by hundredths of a degree to avoid jarring his passengers. He didn’t talk for a full minute, focused on escaping Sanctuary’s artificial gravity bubble, but as the pull finally dwindled to a negligible enough force it stopped factoring into his propulsion algorithms, he allowed the iron grip of self control to relax.

“And that’s all there is to it!” he said, maybe a little pridefully. He was, after all, pretty good at his job. “How are you both doing?”

“Status: impressed,” Soundwave said.

“And Prowl?”

His answer was not so forthcoming, and without being able to see his expression Cosmos wasn’t sure whether it was because he was thinking or too frightened to get any words out.

“I’m okay,” Prowl said at last. “It went… exactly as you described.”

“Well, good,” Cosmos said, even if that didn’t tell him much about how Prowl actually felt about the experience. “You want to go back any time, just let me know and I’ll get us straight back home.” He felt a bloom of warmth in Soundwave’s field, the same he always did when one of them called Sanctuary home, and even Prowl released a couple gentle blossoms at the word. “Otherwise, we’re going nice and easy: a quick tour over Jupiter, maybe do a couple passes over an upper atmospheric storm, and then back. Sound good?”

“Affirmative,” Soundwave said. Prowl didn’t say anything, which would have worried Cosmos had Soundwave not been there, monitoring the things Prowl wasn’t ready to say out loud. He pushed confidence at Cosmos, who returned it with his own, swooping over Jupiter’s orbit.

Flying over objects as large as planets was never without risks. Cosmos’ fuel tanks, though standard for interstellar class shuttles, were still finite, and dip too far into a large gravity field could result in overtaxing his systems trying to break free again. He had spent enough time near Jupiter to be familiar with its unique quirks, though, and as he’d said, the flyby came easy to him now: he could put one part of his processor to handling the flight while another gave voice to an ongoing commentary about the gas giant and its role in the solar system. Prowl and Soundwave listened obligingly as they passed over orange clouds marbled with white and ribbons of charcoal shadow. Soundwave was a rapt listener, asking indulgent questions that allowed Cosmos to spin off on tangents about the chemical makeup of the clouds and the gravitational interplay of the planet’s many moons.

This, though, they could see easily from almost any window on Sanctuary, so Cosmos angled south, taking them to the planet’s underbelly. There, cumulonimbus whirlpools roiled in shades of blue, spitting lightning just visible to Cosmos’ specialized sensors. He took pictures and sent them across the link to Soundwave and Prowl, explaining as he did so the unique makeup of Jupiter’s clouds and the forces behind its raging storms.

“It reminds me of the electron storms that started after the Gatterus Assaults,” Prowl said, the first time he’d spoken beyond the occasional hum to indicate he was listening.

“Precisely!” Cosmos said. They were still well within the safety zone, so he angled them slightly closer, searching the clouds for a better example of the phenomenon Prowl was referring to. “I haven’t had time to read all their literature, but some human researchers have proposed—”

He was cut off as he was startled by a particularly explosive burst from the planet, bright enough even his companions could have seen it. Whether it was the lightning itself or the electrical feedback or Cosmos’ sudden movement, he didn’t know, but Soundwave’s grip loosed and he slipped away, sinking rapidly into the void.

“Whoops!” Cosmos reacted instantly, transforming and pulling Prowl to his side with one arm while he activated the jet propulsors in his pedes. Prowl was rigid against him, his field a mess of jagged fear, but Cosmos projected back all the calm certainty he truly felt as he held Prowl tight.

Though the tether kept Soundwave from drifting far, uncontrolled drift was disorienting and unpleasant; Cosmos caught up to him rapidly and snagged him with his other arm. He pulled Soundwave into his side and shut off his jets. Soundwave, in turn, made a grab for Cosmos, clinging to him tightly in a way that was nonetheless not unpleasant. Though his motors were buzzing with activity, his field wasn’t projecting high stress, which was a huge relief.

“Alright, Soundwave?” Cosmos asked, old training keeping his tone lighter than he felt.

“Affirmative,” Soundwave responded. He loosened his grip momentarily, though clung on again almost instantly. Cosmos, for his part, kept his grip firm. “Soundwave: flight capable.”

“I know.” Cosmos wouldn’t push the issue though. For the moment, Soundwave appeared calm. There would be time to delve more into things once they were all back on the station. Cosmos gave Soundwave a quick squeeze before turning his attention to Prowl, who had not released his hold on Cosmos and was perhaps clinging even tighter now. “What about you?”

“I was enjoying it,” Prowl said, tone clipped, “up until that.”

Not unexpected. Cosmos kept his disappointment to himself (as much as one could in Soundwave’s company).

“Prowl: not reassured by Cosmos’ demonstrated retrieval proficiency,” Soundwave said.

“I was already well aware of it,” Prowl said. “In case you’ve forgotten, I was his commanding officer. I’ve seen his records.” Prowl shuffled, freeing one hand to reach across the short space and grab Soundwave’s elbow. “I’d just… never seen it happen before. I wasn’t ready to see you… floating.”

Soundwave took Prowl’s arm in turn, perfecting the trio’s huddle.

“Soundwave: unharmed,” he said. Their voices were getting quieter, the buzz of motors dampening as they calmed down from the brief fright. Cosmos angled his propulsors to keep them on a safe trajectory, but otherwise didn’t interrupt, focusing on holding them close to himself and each other.

“I know,” Prowl said. “Don’t coddle me.” He was, though, still holding tightly to both of them.

They drifted in silence for some time, in no rush to get back to the station. Cosmos could have flown them back in his root form, but it would have been an uncomfortable ride for all of them, possibly more off-putting than what had already happened. Instead, he waited, and eventually Prowl spoke up again.

“Next time, we’ll add an additional tether,” he said, “between Soundwave and myself. That way, if one lets go, the other has a better chance of holding on.” He looked at Cosmos, intentionally keeping his gaze off Soundwave. “He slipped away from me.”

Ah. The pieces fell into place, and Cosmos held Prowl a little closer.

“Sure,” he said. “I can also look into changing the angle of the grips to make it harder to let go.” It would take some time to find the tools for a mod, but Cosmos wasn’t in a rush to bring them out here again. Not until they were both ready.

“Soundwave: ready.”

Cosmos’ field brightened and he extended it to blanket them both. Despite the fact that he wasn’t ready yet, he was glad to hear Soundwave say that. He might have loved the universe, but space itself felt at times too big and too lonely, its many curiosities interesting but not as fulfilling when there was no one to share them with. Even just pointing out clouds from above, Cosmos felt at peace with his work in a way he hadn’t known in years.

High above Jupiter, Cosmos rolled along, holding his two favorite people close.

#maccadam #transformers #oneshot #my writing #soundwave week #prowlcoswave #prowl #cosmos #soundwave

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beskarberry · 4 years ago

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The Most Dangerous Game

Bargaining with Beskar, Chapter 7, Book Two Prologue

(The Mandalorian x f!reader) (+18)

“Above you the black hole where his eyes should be turned down to you, tilting slightly with a questioning roll. You reached up and slid your own armor to the top of your head so that he could see your face. “The bounty pucks can wait, right?” He nodded, and you bared your teeth in a vicious, bloodthirsty grin. “Then let's. Go. Hunting.”

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 9k

Content warnings: Absurd amounts of domestic fluff, Mando and Reader being adorable, killing Imps for fun, sex outdoors, a smidge of voyeurism, dirty talk, praise kink.

A/N: This chapter is the springboard for the rest of book two, though it was mostly just an excuse for me to write them being cute together before I chuck them back into the nuclear disaster that is a hunters life. Enjoy!

<-Previous Next->

You didn’t need to open your eyes to know that you were being watched, but it wasn’t a threat whose eyes you had captured.

Deep within the empty underbelly of Nevarro you were pretending to be asleep, listening to the breathing of the one that shared your bed. It was fast enough that you knew Din was awake, and the feel of his gaze on you was making it difficult to keep a straight face. You breathed slowly, doing your best impression of unconsciousness while a roving hand moved leisurely over your side. The Mandalorian’s strong body was pressed tightly against your back, his nose buried in your hair, fanning warm puffs of steam against your scalp. In your own arms the foundling was curled in a little ball in his favorite spot against your chest while your hands gently rubbed his ears. An amorous rumble against your spine and a long, deep sigh behind your head told you that the jig was up.

“Do you know you hum in your sleep, cyare?”

“Well good morning to you too, bucket boy.” You arched against his chest, reveling in the way the arms on either side of you tightened and a contented hum vibrated along your back. “What’s for breakfast?”

A sleepy laugh reverberated in your ear before soft kisses made their way to your temples. “It’s always about breakfast with you, isn’t it, riduur’ika?”

“Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, don'tcha know that?” You tilted your head so that his lips could get to your cheeks, the scrape of bristles prickling your skin. “Plus I’m sure Little Beans is hungry.” In your arms the green bundle yawned and stretched before his enormous eyes flickered open, ready to greet the brave new day. A soft purring chirp told you that you were right in your assumption, “See? Baby needs breakfast.”

Your partner sighed behind you and started to pull his arms free of your body so that he could prop himself up, peppering your face with kisses. You rolled from your side onto your back, letting him get to both of your cheeks before he found your lips again. His soft mouth against yours broke into a wide grin, and you let your eyes open to meet him at last. Part of you had believed that you had dreamt the previous evening, that the vicious haunt of hyperspace had left you stark-raving mad; but when you met those warm, honey-dark eyes of his you beamed right back at him. There he was, in all his early morning glory, a mop of bed head sticking to his brow and the red streaks of sleep scars denting his face. Somebody slept damn good.

The foundling clawed gently at your side, and you both turned your attention to the bug-eyed creature you both adored. Din let his weight fall onto you before reaching out to pull the child close to your smushed bodies, giving the green terror a fuzzy-lipped kiss. “Is that right, womp rat? You hungry?” The child gibbered and patted his papa’s bare face. “Alright, if you say so.” Din nuzzled the baby again, then kissed you deeply before tapping his brow to your forehead. He rolled off of you with a groan, making sure to squish you with his weight before sitting up on the edge of the bed, and you couldn’t help the way your eyes were drawn to the vicious scars of his back. He stretched his long arms, and the light patches of healed skin practically danced in the dim light of the dorm, bidding you to touch them. You lazily let your hand drop against him, and the slight flinch from the mighty warrior made you laugh.

“You’re going to have to get used to being touched, tin man.”

He fixed you with a playful glare, “Not if I want to stay alive.”

“So you’ll wed and bed me but you don’t trust me not to kill you? It was your idea!” You razzed, poking at his kidneys with pretend death blows and making him keel sideways to save himself from your assault.

“Hey now! You asked me to!” He caught your quizzical expression, recalling that you knew nothing of your accidental proposal. He lugged his helmet up off the ground where it had sat for the night, the opalescent beast teeth still sitting pretty in the indents of its cheeks."Mandalorians decorate the helmets of the ones they...that they want to riduurok." Din said shyly, pointing at one jewel: “Will you,” then the other, “marry me, clear as the fangs on my face. How could I say no?”

“Are you kidding me!?” You burst into laughter, if only you had known! You could have spared yourself so much heartache with the knowledge that you weren’t getting left behind after all, maybe even have saved yourself the ordeal of space-mares. “You’re telling me that I proposed to you? Why didn’t you tell me so!” You were sitting upright now, the foundling at your side, watching his buir with confusion.

Din set the helmet on his knees, hunching his shoulders and shaking his head. “I-I didn’t...I didn’t want you t-to… to leave me. Didn’t want to make you frightened...”

“Oh sure, but dropping to your knees and asking me to keep you or kill you is fine and dandy, huh rustbucket?” You chucked a balled-up blanket at him, making him hop up from the bed to run away from you. “You’re lucky that you’re cute and you’ve got a nice ass.”

He cocked a brow at you from the other side of the room, crossing his arms in mock indignation. “Is that the only thing you like about me, cyar’ika?”

You covered the foundling’s super-sized ears, unsure of how much Basic he actually understood. “You got a fat cock, too!”

The glare you got from your unarmored companion had you howling with laughter, and you flopped back on the pile of furs that was masquerading as a bed next to the bewildered foundling. A poor choice, your tender belly was now exposed, and agile hands found your sensitive middle to tickle you with a fury. The other hunter threw his legs over you to keep you from squirming away while he poked at your tummy until tears pricked at your eyes. “You’re too mouthy, cyare!”

“Stop! Stah- Ah! Stoppit! Fuckin’ hell I give, I give!” Your muscles twitched hard in your middle, trying to protect your guts from his roughhousing. Din pinned your arms down at your sides, flashing you a brilliant, boyish smile.

“So easily? How disappointing.”

“I’d watch my back if I were you, tinman.” A fierce kiss nipped at your lips before you were released from his torturing grasp. Free of you, Din began pulling his gear on, and you tried to take a mental note of the order that his equipment was donned, but the leather and beskar flew to his body like magnets, and he was fully dressed in short order. “Boooo! Hisss!” He found his helmet again and plucked the radiant jewels from their recesses, tucking the finery into the pocket behind his chest plate. Their disappearance made you a bit sad now that you knew their true meaning, but you knew that there was no way he could keep the bling on his beskar for all to see.

He saw your frown and shrugged. “They’re still good luck, even if you can’t see them, right?”

“Right!” You hopped up from the bed, stealing one last kiss from his bare face before the helmet sank back into place with a hiss of its latches; and the familiar visor was staring back at you again. You pulled your discarded clothes from the floor, shaking everything out before dressing yourself. Glittering on the floor by your feet was your new mask, and you quickly hooked the electromagnetic ear cuffs on, excited to wear your betrothal gift. In the corner of your eye you could see Mando watching you, relishing in the sight of you adorning yourself with his cultural armor, and you cocked him a sly grin before sliding the cool metal down over your face. The visor flickered to life, and a hot slew of color washed over your eyes.

“Ok so… night vision, thermal tracking, infrared, ultra violet… Are any of these filters just regular sight, or is this how everything looks to you all the time?” You flipped through the settings of your engagement present, taking in your surroundings through a kaleidoscope of colors. Heat vision cycled again to your eyes, and you saw the hot red bloom in the center of your riduur’s chest, tendrils of heat coursing over to his extremities. You watched as the human fireball sauntered up to you, and the sound of leather brushing against metal scratched loudly in your audio processors as he flipped a secret switch, disabling the extrasensory equipment. “Thanks, that’s better.”

“Takes getting used to.” You wished mandos kept mirrors on hand, you could only see how you looked in the reflection of his visor, and though the image was warped, it was still formidable. A soft leather-clad hand wrapped around the back of your head, pulling you to his helmet in the familiar motion of affection you had grown to love; but the sound of beskar on beskar didn’t donk like it did with a skull, it chimed. Sweet, soft ringing like bells in the wind instead of the hollow thud of meat and bone, and you couldn’t help but gasp. No wonder he liked doing it so often. The low rumble that followed told you that he heard your quiet exclamation, and was laughing at you fondly. “Did you hear it?” You nodded and knocked your forehead against him a second time, chasing the sound of the bells, but the hand behind your head hugged you tightly to stop you from trying a third. “Beskar laar, ironsong. I’ll ring that bell for you every day, cyare, but I think someone is getting impatient.”

You looked behind you to where the foundling was trying to climb off the side of the bed onto his stubby little legs. Mando strode past you to scoop the short green thing up off the ground, holding him so that he faced outwards toward you. You ran your hand over his ears and patted his fuzzy head before hunting for your bag. It was the only thing you had brought with you from the Crest, and you were determined to steal a couple of extra towels and a good chunk of your favorite soap before returning to your Iron Mistress. With a full bag and a full heart, you and your clan made your way up to the surface world.

It was a bright, smokey morning on the surface of Nevarro, and two ragamuffin bounty hunters and their floating baby bucket walked through the decimated streets of the city that bore the same name as its planet in search of supplies, but most of the store fronts were still closed. Construction was happening on all sides, the ash and dust of the Imperial siege being cleared away to be made anew. Takes getting used to was an understatement, and not just because of the flashy detection equipment or the weight of the armor on your face, that was negligible; but what was making you the most uncomfortable was that you were getting stared at. The townsfolk were used to the destructive tendencies of the Mandalorians, stoic hunters that could go from silent to explosive in the blink of an eye, as made obvious by the sad state of the city streets. You, however, weren’t used to being noticed by anyone, but now people were desperately trying to get out of your way; and you weren’t sure if that made you feel powerful, or monstrous.

“Mando, how much did we make on the other three bounties?” Your hush money was running thin, and if you were going to restock your supplies and get off this lump of charcoal, you would need some extra cash.

“We left before I was able to collect, but I doubt there will be anything for us after Karga pays off the debt of your lost warrant. You were supposed to be brought in alive.”

“Well fuck, I guess we better go see if he’ll pony up some credits for us to get our shit and get out of here.” The cantina was just a few blocks over, and the three of you made your way to the low domed building that served as the town’s central hub. When you reached the saloon, you caught sight of the Guild agent through the window, and you knocked hard enough on it to shake the soot from the dirty transparisteel. “Karga! Hey, Karga!” He could barely see you as it was, the volcanic ash of Nevarro built up thick on the low window sill, but when he turned his attention to the sound of his name, you could see him furrow his brow. The old agent squinted at you and cocked his head, unable to tell who was beckoning him through the grime, and you pointed at your shiny new face and waved. You saw an eyebrow raise, then both fly upwards when he put two and two together, followed by a face so shocked you wished you could snap a holo of it and display it on the wall of the Crest. You made a series of obscene gestures with your hands, pointing at yourself and the Mandalorian that was coming up behind you before finally walking into the cantina.

The other hunters moved aside quickly, having learned their lesson about the bite of beskar, and slinked off to the far corners of the room. You couldn’t help the swagger with which you walked, taking all the time in the world to approach the usual business booth. Karga only watched as your trio approached, unable to tear his eyes off of the streaking silver that now covered your face. You plopped down heavily on the tattered seat, scooting over so that your partner could squeeze in next to you. Having an armored face gave you an amazing new feeling of concealment, and behind your mask you were grinning like a nexu at the stunned expression of the agent sitting across from you; just waiting for him to find his words. He pointed to you, hovering just a little too long before pointing at Mando, then back at you with more flurried brows.

“You...”

“Yep.”

“And him…?”

“Uh huh.”

“So now you’re…?”

“You almost got it, Kargsy.”

He leaned back heavily in his seat before slamming down on the tabletop. “Preposterous! I mean... I was only joking, I didn’t really think…wait a second, you didn’t even invite me?!” You knew your face was hidden, but the way your shoulders jostled gave away your stifled laugh. “How could you?! After all I’ve done for you two! Oh what am I saying! We should be celebrating! Crazy damn hunters...” The agent did nothing to hide his belly shaking laughter, waving at the bartending droid to fetch some drinks, though the only one at the table that would be drinking would certainly be himself. Three glasses and a jug of too-early-in-the-morning spotchka clanked to the table, and you felt your guts flip-flop unhappily at the sight of the vile brew. Greef poured himself a glass, then hesitated to pour a second. “So, are you like Mando now? Can’t show your face? How does that work exactly?” Good question. You turned to Din, who only shrugged and rolled his unadorned helmet.

“You’re not bound to the creed, you’re only bound to me. Do as you please.” You weren’t exactly planning on imbibing anyway, but the way he spoke so brazenly about your bond made you flush warm under the beskar, and maybe keeping it on for now was a good idea. You shrugged, it was a good enough excuse to turn down the luminous liquor that you couldn’t forget the taste of fast enough. The Guild agent put down the spotchka jug after having only filled one glass, and sipped slowly at the glowing drink.

“Unbelievable. Couldn’t even send me a card, and after I set you two up!” The snap of both your visors on him made him jump. “Now you’re ganging up on me!” He started to top his glass back up, shaking his head and mumbling under his breath. “So, what can I do you two lovebirds for?”

You ignored the sass behind the term of endearment, “How much is left of our credits?”

Karga scoffed. “Left? There’s nothing left! Those three bounties put together barely covered the cost of the damages to that transport unit you blew up. You’re lucky I’m such a smooth talker or I would have gone bankrupt! If you want more credits, you’re going to have to take on new jobs.”

Fantastic, so much for taking time off. You looked at Mando and made an ‘I’m sorry’ grimace at him, forgetting that he couldn’t see you under the beskar. He must have gotten the hint though, because his shoulders went stiff and a long, drawn-out sigh leaked from his modulator. Nothing escaped Karga’s ears at this booth, and he frowned at the two of you before turning his attention to the child that floated at the end of the table. Baby beans was just watching, his eyes darting between everyone in the group, probably remembering the last time the three adults sat together and how poorly it had gone. Greef made silly faces at the baby before turning back to the two hunters. “I’ll tell you what, as my gift to you newlyweds and your adorable magic baby, I’ll pay for your fuel, but nothing else!”

“That’ll work! Alright, Kargsy, whatcha got for us?” You were pleased with yourself that you had negotiated at least part of your travel costs away, but a heavy leather hand found your leg under the table, reminding you that you made decisions as a team now, and you briefly worried that you were getting ahead of your tinman. The warm pads of his fingers squeezed and thumbed at your leg, and you realized he wasn’t trying to stop you from picking bounties, he was getting excited, barely able to contain himself at the prospect of taking out new targets together. It’s what you did, after all.

“Well, first things first, I can’t give you any pucks, you’re supposed to be dead, remember? I can only give jobs to the living, Guild restrictions and all.” Karga fished a chain code reader from his voluminous robes and brought your information up on its holopad, and instead of the usual ghostly blue of the living, your picture was a harsh red haze, the word DECEASED blinking over your eyes. “I can start you a new registration profile, Mrs. Mando, but I’m going to need a name.” You rolled your eyes at the jibe, though the thought of having to rename yourself hadn’t actually crossed your mind. You couldn’t exactly put down Djarin, though that was your surname now, so you would have to come up with an alias. Hmm…

You stared at the keyboard of the reader, running through old nicknames and people you once knew, maybe even the names of racehounds you had once bet on; but the hand that was resting on your leg came up from the table and pulled the device closer. Mando poked something out on the keyboard with his pointer fingers, and in the holopad the word <<TRA’LAAR>> glimmered back at you over top of an image of your masked face.

“What does that mean?” you asked softly, feeling the gloved hand of your husband return to your knee after he pushed the reader back to you. The Mandalorian turned to you with a gentle tilt of his visor, something you had learned was liken to a smile.

“Starsong. Is...is that ok?”

Starsong. You nodded quickly, it was perfect. Across the table the Guild agent looked like he was going to lose his spotchka, disgusted with the two of you being so cute. Karga shook his head with a strained laugh, then dealt out a handful of pucks to the two living hunters. He went through one after the other, explaining their crimes and their credit rewards and last known locations. Most of them weren’t fantastic, plenty of bail jumpers and a handful of assault charges that might prove fun to hunt, but not anything that would prove a real challenge. Next to you Mando nodded along, but under the table his hand inched higher up your thigh with each new option, the handsy warrior making you blush under your own beskar until you reached down to halt his advances. Strong fingers locked between yours, his thumb rolling over the back of your hand and distracting you from the hunt options being laid before you. Here you were trying to do your jobs, but even work couldn't convince him to stay off of you. You jumped when Karga cleared his throat, bringing your attention back to the task at hand.

“Well, whatcha think, Mando? You wanna pick two and I’ll pick two?” He nodded beside you, squeezing and letting go of your hand to absently grab two pucks off the table and pull them towards you without so much as a second glance. You made to follow suit, but the second both your hands were above the countertop, Din’s heavy paw fell right back to your thigh, deviously close to their apex. Heat flushed your face, stinging against the cool of your beskar, and you picked up two random pucks from the pile. Across from you, Karga watched you both make your decisions with tongue in cheek and eyebrows raised, a look that you knew meant you had made some strange choices; but he just shrugged, already having decided that the two of you were crazy.

“Interesting.” Greef pulled the accompanying blinker fobs to the table, clearing away the disregarded pucks back into his many pockets. “Alright you two, I’ll have your ship filled and you can get on your way.”

“No droids near my ship, have the porters do it.”

Karga laughed, “Of course not, Mando, I don’t have that much of a death wish, especially not after yesterday.” The old Guild agent sighed, “You two behave now, you hear?”

You nodded enthusiastically, but under the table your armored companion was doing just the opposite, following the inside of your leg until he was groping at your mound, sliding a leather pad over where your slit pushed against the duraweave. Insatiable!

“You got it, thanks for the gas!” You smacked Mando’s pauldron, kicking him off of you as well as the booth. “Beans, say bye-bye to uncle Kargsy.” The child waved as his floating pram turned and ghosted along behind you out the cantina door. Though the bar had food on hand, it left much to be desired, and street vendor delectables were calling your nose. Townspeople skirted out of your way as you followed the smell of much-needed breakfast, but you ignored them to grill your companion. “Mando! You’re lucky he was focused on the bounties and not your wandering hands, or he woulda kicked our asses to the curb.” The metal mountain shrugged, shaking his helmeted head quickly as if he was bemused by the idea of getting caught.

Corellian bloodhound must have run in your veins, because you were able to sniff out an early morning bakery and caf-roaster, and the savory aroma had your mouth watering behind your armor. The whites of the vendor’s eyes were showing as the two of you approached, and even without any of your visual equipment running, you could see him pale at the sight of your mighty trio. You knew by the look on his face that if you wanted to eat, you would need to play nice. “Good morning, could I get-”

“J-just take it! Take whatever you want! P-please don’t hurt me!” The frightened merchant backpedaled from the stand, throwing their hands over their face for protection. Part of you wanted to lift your mask to assure them that you weren’t exactly Mandalorian, but thought better of it and pulled a handful of credits from your pocket, setting down what you thought the price might be for three pastries and a thermos of caf. The vendor stayed huddled away from the stand as your crew continued on its way, and you tried to shrug off the glares you were getting while you wrapped two of the pastries up and stuffed them in your bag for you and Din to eat later. Beans took his breakfast eagerly, being his gross, adorable self as he chowed down in his hovercrib.

“Damn Mando, is it like that for you all the time?” The hunter nodded, but said nothing. “That fucking blows.” You tilted your mask back just enough to get the thermos to your mouth, wincing at the caf’s heat and lack of sweetness, but powered through it anyway. You stopped at a few more stores, picking up your usual collection of bacta and tools, absently chatting away at your partner while he followed silently along. You had your backpack stuffed full of goodies and were feeling well about your next adventure when you rounded a street corner, and stepped back immediately at what you saw. You’d only caught a glance, but you knew the shape of standard-issue white duraplast anywhere.

“Mando back up. Right now.” You pushed against his chestplate, steering him back down the alley you were in until you were behind a stack of crates. His jetpack made an ugly sound as it scratched against the stucco of the building while you pressed up against him, using your body to shield him and the child’s pram, though he himself would have made a much better barrier. Habitually, his hands went to your waist, still enamored with being allowed in your proximity, not quite getting what you were trying to do. You ignored him, watching the intersection through your visor.

“Cyar’ika...this isn’t-”

“Ksst!” You hissed, catching the tilt of beskar in the corner of your eye, and the click of a blaster’s safety in your ear when he noticed you weren’t playing coy. Motionless, you both watched the entrance to the alleyway, and you heard them before you saw them.

“You there! Have you seen any mandos?”

“Y-yes! Two of them! They went that way!” Shit balls of hell. You recognized the whimpering voice of the baker that was selling you out. Under the chestplate of your armored companion you caught the sound of his quickening heartbeat, the speeding rhythm adding to your own surging adrenaline. The stormtroopers were crossing through the intersection now, and you were able to get a good look at the sad state of the once-terrible soldiers. Their plasticast armor was dingy and dirty, smeared with volcanic ash and rust. Between the busted plates you could see the tears in their duraweave, sloppily patched and mended. They looked like shit, but they were still armed to the teeth in what was left of their equipment. Blindly they made their way past your alley, not even bothering to glance at where you were hidden. Hot breath coasted over your head with the release of your packmate’s breath, and you let yours loose as well.

“That was close.” He grated through his modulator. “The last thing we need, or these townspeople need, are more fucking Imps.”

“No shit, looks like it’s just a handful though. Still too many for a good day, but not so much that we couldn’t handle them.” Above you the black hole where his eyes should be turned down to you, tilting slightly with a questioning roll. You reached up and slid your own armor to the top of your head so that he could see your face. “The bounty pucks can wait, right?” He nodded, and you bared your teeth in a vicious, bloodthirsty grin. “Then let's. Go. Hunting.”

A low growl reverberated in the metal of his chest, and the hand that wasn’t brandishing his blaster came up to cup your chin, dragging his rough leather thumb over the edge of your jaw. “Marry me.”

“Day late, dollar short, bucket boy.” You chided, “I’m already spoken for.” You kissed at the edge of his helmet, reveling in the snarl that barked through the modulator before pulling your own beskar back down over your face. “We gotta get them away from the civilians.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“I thought you hated my plans.”

“Your plans are terrible, but they work, ner riduur.”

“Damn right they do. Ok look, I’ll grab their attention and get them to chase me, you take Beans and pick them off as I get them further away from people. Think you can handle that?”

Beskar chimed when it knocked against your brow, surging fire along with the adrenaline your veins were furiously pumping. “Just be careful, my love.” You returned the gesture of affection with another sweet chime, then pulled back to point down the alleyway. Din nodded and took off, the child’s closed hover crib floating along behind him. Free of your oathsworn, you rolled your shoulders and scuffed your boots in the volcanic soil, revving yourself up for what would be a hell of a run. You stepped out onto the main road, catching sight of where the disgraced Imps were still harassing the townspeople. The thermos of nasty caf exploded on the back of one big white egg, turning their attention to you.

“Hey fucknuggets! Looking for me?” You barely took a breath to duck back into the alley as blaster fire shot overhead. Assholes, there’s bystanders nearby! Memories of Tatooine flashed in your mind as you hauled ass through the charred streets, chucking supply crates into the way of the worst shots in the galaxy. The stormtroopers weren’t fast, but they were ambitious, plowing through the obstacles that you threw in their way. You rounded a corner, avoiding plasma shots easier than the broad side of a barn. “Eggheads!” You taunted, keeping them chasing after you. At a deserted intersection you stopped, waiting for them to round the corner; and you couldn’t help but grin when one of them was yanked into the air, dangling on the end of a grapple. A single -urk- told you that one was down and out. How many were there? Three? Four?

Two more rounded the corner, and you sped down the next street after another string of searing insults. The Imps shot at you with no regard for human life, pockmarking the already disheveled buildings with more burnt holes. Making sure that they saw you take the next turn, you ducked behind a corner, waiting for them to follow suit. So predictable. The two dirty soldiers plodded past you, and you drew your blaster and fired, catching one in the skull and one in the shoulder. Trooper one fell to the ground, but the second one reeled and tried to aim their gun at you with their fucked up arm. Bad move. Black and silver rained from above, kicking the stormtrooper’s legs out from under it and blasting it full of holes. Mando knocked the dead Imps gun away with his foot, just in case, then turned his gaze to you. “Nice wor-look out!”

You snapped back to look behind you, and for the first time in the entire history of the Empire, a stormtrooper made a bullseye.

“-Twang!-”

You fell backwards to the ground with the force of the impact to your face. Game over.

“Blam!”

Everything was ringing, and not in a nice way, making the world appear as flickering greys and blacks as your eyeballs tried to pull blood back to their concussed retinas. The sound of Mando’s blaster and the thud of a dead body hitting the dirt made you open your stunned eyes. You laid in the pyroclastic gravel, thinking maybe you were a ghost and you were just hearing and seeing the last of the living world; but your wilted vision was soon eclipsed by a big metal bucket leaning over top of you.

“Are you alright?”

Shockingly, you were able to respond. “I...think so? What the hell I took that right between the eye- oh!” You brought your hands to your face where a bullet hole should be, running your fingers over the smooth beskar that had saved your life. “Beskar! Beskar blocks blast bullets! Try saying that three times fast.” Your helmeted husband hauled you to your feet, roughly brushing the dirt and gravel off of you in his endearingly fussy way. “Yeah, I’m good, tinman. Thanks for the armor.” You were glad he couldn’t see your eyes, you were squinting and blinking fast, trying to usher your sight back, letting loose a sigh of relief as the details of his armor came into view. The protective faceplate chimed its siren song as Din pushed his helmet against you, humming happily with the knowledge of your safety.

“You’re quick, cyare, but maybe next time let me be the bait?”

“Not a snowflake's chance in hell.” Turning away from your armored companion, you bent down to inspect the fallen trooper. “What the fuck were they doing here anyway?”

“Probably leftovers from the siege, maybe longer by the looks of their armor.” A bandoliered boot kicked at the sullied corpse. “Usually there’s more than this, but these look like they’ve been on-world too long, trying to make a good capture to earn a place back into a larger platoon.”

“Shitstains.” You pushed your mask to the side and spat on the ground, “I’d better not see another one of these skulking around, or I’ll run out of blast cartridges pumping them full’a holes.'' The taste of the hunt was still strong on your tongue, and the hunger for blood was making you aggressive. “Fuckin’ Empire never did me any favors, not to mention all the people who’s lives’ve been ruined by their destruction. What’s left of them needs to be purged like a disease. Expunged.” Through the haze of bloodlust you caught your man staring at you, and realized that you were getting more fired up than what might have been appropriate. You cleared your throat, trying to cough the thrill of the chase out of your lungs. “Yikes, I’m sorry Mando, I don’t know what-”

“Don’t be.” He was close now, having crossed the short distance between you in a single stride. “Tell me more.”

“Oh? You like that, huh?” He nodded, letting his hands wander up your arms and down your sides until he was squeezing at your waist. “I wanna hunt Imps.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Forget bail jumpers, I wanna go after the Empire’s soggy leftovers, break their dirty duraplast open and spill their rotten guts.” The handsy warrior ran his fingers around the swell of your ass and down the backs of your thighs, lifting up on them so hard you were forced to wrap your arms around his neck while he saddled you around his waist. “Mando! We’re outside!”

“Don’t care, I wanna hear more.” He waltzed the two of you into the nearest alleyway, barely out of sight of anyone who would walk down the street; though the stormtrooper carcasses would probably dissuade any and all from getting too close. Mando waited for you to toss your backpack off before pushing you against the stucco, grinding hard into your core.

“Fucksake, where do you get the energy?” You laughed, though it was a serious question that would probably never get an answer. He ignored you, groaning heavily in your ear.

“More.”

“Alright alright.” It was hard to respond with him getting so fresh. “If I see another one of those fucking eggheads I’ll rattle their dirty plastic buckets with...with...fuck.” His armored hips surged into you, the plates of his sides pinching your inner thighs and making it hard for you to put words together. “Gonna… gonna scramble their yolks with my b-blades.”

“Fuck yeah you are. More, tell me more, ner riduur.” Between your legs the bulge of his stiff cock was rutting into you, trying desperately to meet you through the layers of duraweave.

“I’m gonna find those dirty Imps, I’m gonna shoot them in their ugly plasticast faces. I’ll take all their guns as my trophies. Blow their whole ratsnest sky....high!” You keened, squished harder against the wall by the breadth of his chestplate so his hands could move without dropping you. Deft digits dug into your belt and yanked, pulling your pants down over the curve of your backside just far enough that your heat was exposed. You were unable to see anything past his broad armored shoulders, and the sound of a zipper being thrown was all the warning you got before he was pushing up into you.

“I think… you should...take...their...heads!” He stuttered between thrusts, leaning back to hook your legs through the crooks of his elbows, jackknifing you against the ashstreaked wall. His cock split you in two, stretching you open almost painfully without any prior slicking. “More! I wanna hear more! Make your husband proud!” His command growled through his modulator, so loaded with need that the hair on the back of your neck stood on end and your pussy flooded with much-needed juice.

“Fu-fuck Man-an-d-do! I’ll- fuckin...stab… an’… sh-shoot… ah~!” Between his filthy cadence and the air being squeezed from your chest you couldn’t get a word in edgewise; and you bunched your fingers into the scruff of his cloak, holding on for dear life while he plowed you into the wall. You clamped your coils around him, making him moan against the side of your mask and earning yourself just enough of a break in his stride to find your voice. “Gonna… gonna get the jump on ‘em. Sneak up behind their stupid fucking Imp asses and gut them like fish.” You winced when he sped up, the friction becoming too much.“Ouch!”

He stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of pain, his heaving chest the only movement from the silver statue. He looked down between your bodies to where he was lost inside you, then let one of your legs back down to his hip so he could free his hand from your thigh. The armored paw was brought up to the bottom of your mask and up under the beskar to your mouth.

“Bite.” You bit down on the leather, holding the glove in your teeth as he pulled his hand free, stuffing it down between your pressed bellies to where his cock was. He pulled the throbbing member out and slid his calloused fingers in, hunting for your sweet spot. “Let’s see, where’s that spot that makes you squirm? Should be...right...about...here.” His trigger finger dug into the patch of nerves, pumping in and out of you until you were whining around the glove still in your teeth. Another finger joined the first, taking a moment to scissor around inside you to stretch you further before thrusting into you again. “You love my hands, don’t you, cyar’ika? Love when I fuck you with them?” You could barely nod, between his efforts and being squashed against the wall, you were putty in his hands. His long fingers pumped quickly at your core, digging in deeper every time you clenched around them to churn you into a slick mess. A vicious growl in your ears made your insides flutter, and the Mandalorian could feel you starting to come undone for him. “Does that feel better, cyare?” He purred, spinning his thumb over your clit between plunges. “Come on, come for me like a good girl~.”

You bit down hard on the glove with a muffled cry, clawing at his shoulders while he milked every drop from you until it was running down his hand and onto the volcanic soil below. Soft praises whispered out of his modulator, telling you how well you take his hands, how soft and strong you are and all the ways he would pleasure you each and every day. He slid his fingers out of your deliciously wet heat and filled you right back up with his cock. The bare hand glistened in the smoky daylight before disappearing under the edge of his helmet to lick himself clean, humming at the taste of your sweet nectar. With both hands back on your legs, he nearly crushed you against the wall, chasing his own desperate release. Hot steam fogged up your visor, his ragged breath coming hard out of the bottom of his helmet with each merciless thrust. The sound of him losing himself in you was music to your ears, low, rumbling growls between broken words of adoration until he was nearly spooled to completion.

“That’s my riduur! That’s my wife! F-feirce little t-thing! So b-beautf-ful, wearing my armor! Wearing beskar like a true Mando’ade! I c-can’t wait to...to... get... you more!” He pulled out of your sopping cunt, pressing his throbbing shaft under your asscheeks while he came hard against the wall behind you, groaning the whole way through. His breath came in broken gasps through his modulator, and his arms coiled around your legs as if he was trying to melt your body into his through your many layers. You hugged him back while trying to pull your legs from his arms, and reluctantly he let you drop from him, holding you steady as much as he was trying to hold himself. Tugging your pants back up and taking the wet glove from your mouth, you couldn’t help but turn and glance at the marked wall, flabbergasted at the amount that was dripping through the ash-laden stucco.

“That’s supposed to be mine!” You pointed at the gooey smear with a laugh that was rewarded with a tilted visor glare.

“No...fresher…”

“Oh aren’t you thoughtful."

You patted his heaving shoulders and leaned forward to kiss his helmet where his mouth would be, humming sweetly before turning your attention to the corpses that were still strewn about the deserted street. The trooper bodies had started to grow cold, and you made your way over to them to collect your trophies with a skip in your step. Their blasters were grimey, so soiled with plasma residue and fucking dirt that you almost didn’t want to touch them. “Hey, Mando, do you think the scary sewer queen would like these?” He cocked his head at you from over where he was dragging the white plasticast corpses into the alleyway you had just disrespected. “The beefy lady, with the sword?”

“Ruusaan?” You nodded at the somewhat familiar word. “She’d be thrilled. Probably forge you another piece of armor once you collect a few more. Everything after the helmet has to be earned, and...and I’d love to see you...in… in full beskar, cyar’ika.”

“So I’ve been told.” You glanced around the deserted back alley, getting the feeling that something was missing, something important. “Mando! Where’s our fucking foundling?!” Din straightened up and pressed a few buttons on his vambrace, angling his visor up to the rooftops. The baby’s hoverbucket floated over the edge, gently gliding down from out of harm's way. Inside, the tiny green terror was throwing his arms up in the air, enjoying the ride back down to ground level. His shirt and blankie were covered in muffin crumbs, and though he was a mess, your stomach roared; being made violently aware that you hadn’t gotten to eat your fucking breakfast yet. Both of your boys cocked their heads at the sound of your rabid insides, bidding Din to stride forward, placing a hand on your shoulder while you tried to clear the remnants of the child’s meal away.

“Are you still hungry?”

“I never got to eat, our breakfast is still in my backpack.”

His helmet snapped softly backwards in a motion you had learned meant he was confused. “Why didn’t you eat yet?”

“Because I want to eat with you.” You ignored the quick tilt of his beskar to focus on picking pastry bits out of the child’s ears, fucking stars, how did he get them in his ears?! “It’s not fair that you have to eat by yourself all the damn time, creed or not, you should have someone watching your back when you’re vulnerable. And that’s my job now, right?” You pushed your mask up to the top of your head so he could see your eyes meet his visor. The metal mountain looked so small with his shoulders drooping and his hand resting softly on your arm, the faint twitch of his helmet telling you he was rapidly looking between both of your eyes so your words could sink in.

“What did I do to deserve you, Tra’laar?”

“Sprang me from jail.” You turned back to the messy baby to hide your blushing face, unwilling to wax poetic about how much you liked him while your guts demanded an audience. “Where are you more comfortable, in the sewers or in the Crest?”

“We should get back to the ship, Karga’s probably got it fueled up by now.” You nodded, finding your backpack and pulling the slightly-squashed pastries up to the top so you could stuff the icky Imp guns in the bottom for your trophy collection. When you turned back to your crewmates, however, you were greeted with an extended arm, the bent elbow of your new husband offering to escort you back to your waiting chariot. You snickered and gladly accepted the gesture, hooking your arm through his as you had done during your masquerade. The pair of you glided past where the stormtroopers bodies were stashed, scavengers would come for them eventually to strip them of their worthless armor and priceless organs; but the two of you couldn’t care less, lost in the comfort of each other's company.

The Razor Crest came into view soon enough, and your Mandalorian only pulled away from you then to fuss with his buttons and get the ramp open. As you approached the old ship you felt your heart sink at the sight of your old mask, still half-buried where it had been stomped into the obsidian gravel. You pulled it from its grave, and the remnants of its photoreceptor casings flaked away like dried leaves, confirming what you already knew; there was no saving it.

“Hey Mando, can you hit a moving target?” He scoffed at you before seeing what was in your hands, making him tilt quizzically at you.

"What happened to it? Did you drop it?"

"No. The IG units broke it."

"Fucking droids. I'm sorry ner cyare'se, I hope your new one makes you happy."

"You make me happy, buckethead."

You made to heft the mask, making a few slow pretend throws so he got the hint and let his hand hover over his pistol like a gunslinger. “Hup!” You chucked the busted thing high in the air, and his blaster snapped like a viper from his hip with a bang! The wasted durasteel exploded spectacularly in the air, raining back down as chunks of shrapnel that had you running for the Crest and giggling like a fool. Rest in pieces.

You followed Mando and the foundling up the ramp of the ship, taking a moment to run your palm over the entryway. There was a time not too long ago when you thought you would never see her again, the ship that you had made a home for yourself in. The beskar mask hid your smile as your eyes wandered over her messy interior, lingering over the cot that still had your bedroll in it and gazing lovingly at the wall panel where the armory was hidden from view; and you wondered if you would get to add your own trophies to that case. Even the empty carbonite chamber had you feeling a sense of belonging, that this is where your wild hunt would lead, time and time again. The door to the ramp closed, and you took a deep, fulfilling breath of the stuffy atmosphere of the hold. “Hello, Iron Lady, did you miss me?”

“Did you say something?” Din was working to get the child out of his pram so he could stretch his legs in the safety of the ship.

You rolled your mask up to the top of your head, the shining beskar looking like a crown fit for a queen. “Hmm? Oh, no, just an old sailor phrase. Iron Lady, queen of strife, You're my only home and wife. I know I'm bound to you for life, nor would I have another!” You belted, hearing the acoustics of the durasteel walls thrum to life with the power of your voice. You sighed, long and low as you had heard your partner do so many times, and you turned your eyes back to him; resisting the urge to screw your eyes shut at the sight of his bare face. He would have to get used to being touched, but you would have to get used to seeing the real flesh and blood of the man underneath the armor. Fucking Maker, he’s so pretty!

Din pressed kisses to your forehead, then both your cheeks, and lastly your smile; humming through his adoration. You closed your eyes and let yourself get caught up in his affections, but the tug on your shoulder gave away his sneaky thievery, and you shot one eye open to watch him pull your backpack off of you. He laughed and started digging through the ratty old bag, pulling the baked goods out for you to finally eat. You took yours greedily, stuffing the now cold loaf of goodness into your piehole, waiting for Din to do the same. He watched you with a strange look in his eye, as if he was trying to imagine himself eating vicariously through you, though he had his own meal right there in his hands.

You raised a brow at him. “What’s wrong? Did I get the wrong flavor?”

He shook his head, his chocolate pudding eyes shining up to you in a bashful, puppy-like way. “I...um… I’ve never eaten around anyone before.”

Stop being so fucking cute all the time! “Oh, ok well here let’s do this.” You plopped down on one of the many crates that littered the cabin with your back to him. “Take your rockets off and come sit behind me.” You turned away from him and waited until you heard the dull thunk of metal hit the ground and felt the crate shift with his weight. “Now lean back.” He did as he was instructed, leaning his back up against your own, and the happy sigh that rumbled out of him made your heart swell. Then the sound of loud, fast eating made you chuckle, and he froze behind you. “Oh for fucks sake the baby eats way grosser than you do. Fuckin’ go for it.” You felt his shoulders jostle with a secretive laugh, and the onslaught began anew. His breakfast disappeared in seconds, and you wondered if he even tasted it before he sucked it down. “Is that how you always eat?”

“Mmhmm.” He said with his mouth still partially full. “Nev’r know what’s coming.” You turned to watch him throw his legs around the other side of the crate, sitting perpendicular to you now so he could wrap an arm around your waist while you ate your well deserved meal. “You take your time.”

“Ah plan to.” And you did, actually chewing your food, only stopping to accept a canteen that was handed to you in lieu of your launched projectile thermos. With a happy belly you turned to your riduur, grinning right back at his sheepish little smile. “So, captain, what’s next for us?”

“Do you remember what I said last night? I want you to pick a star for me to bring you.”

The sweet sentiment made your heart swell, then promptly drop. “What about our Guild contracts?” You were expecting a groan, a sigh, or even a curse at the reminder that you had put your crew right back on the trail instead of bound for rest and relaxation; but instead you were gifted with petal-soft kisses on your cheek.

“Anywhere with you is a pleasure, riduur’ika, especially if I get to see you hunt.” He scooted closer to you on the crate, wrapping both his arms around your waist while you were still trying to eat, resting his scruffy chin in the crook of your shoulder, breathing right in your ear. “And if we see any Imps, we can hunt them down for sport.” He growled the last words with enough malice that a chill ran up your spine and broke into the light as an icy smile.

“Stars above, you do not like those fuckin’ Imps, do you?” Din nodded, making sure to rub against your cheek like a big, happy massiff. “Alright then, gimme your pucks.” One armored hand disappeared from you to dig through his belt pouches, bringing his half of the bounties into view. You scarfed down the last of your breakfast and found your own pucks to add to the pile in his grasp. Between his hand and yours, you shook your collection of captured stars, shuffling the bounties in your palms and pulling one from the stack as your choice. You held it up high in front of you like you were inspecting a jewel instead of a chunk of duraplast and wiring. “This one. Bring this one to me.” The leftover pucks were returned to his pouch, freeing himself up to run his insatiable paws over your shoulder to tug at your outstretched arm. He brought your hand to his lips, pressing fuzzy kisses to your knuckles, humming at the goosebumps that readily prickled your skin.

“As you wish.”

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WHAT IS AN OUTLINE?

An outline is a revision technique most popularly used in law school to help condense all your material in a single document and study better. It's especially helpful in open book exams or subjects where you have A LOT of content (like STEM!). I've used outlining since high school in India and it's fared me well till my masters degree (in the UK)

WHO SHOULD USE OUTLINING?

Just about anyone who studies anything content heavy or in a subject that tends to be examined by exams and tests over essays. It's very likely that when you're tested, it won't be on a single topic that you covered in a single class, but more on how cross-cutting themes intersect. Outlining is also fantastic for problem-based questions since it lets you breakdown how every kind of problem works out. By outlining again and again, the most important information is cemented in your brain.

OK I'M CONVINCED! HOW DO I OUTLINE?

Preparing

First of all, outlining is not something you need to do before your exams. I actually recommend working on your outline every time you finish a topic, but it's not advice I follow always either

Think about your medium of choice. I personally prefer taking my outlines on Notion, but lots of people prefer a regular Word Processor like Microsoft Word or hand-written notes (which is especially good for diagrams)

Make a structure. This doesn't have to be detailed, it can simply be a list of topics that make sense to you. I often combine some similar topics or split a large topic into sections

It's useful to think about at this point on what is going to be examined. Your teacher or professor might have sent you a syllabus or handbook with this information, or you may be able to ask students or google past papers. The whole point of an outline is to condense only the relevant information, so knowing what could be relevant helps.

Get all of your resources out. Textbooks, any supplementary readings (or notes you've taken), syllabi, powerpoint slides and your chicken scratch class notes. We will all make sense of it.

First Outline

Keeping your structure in mind, go at your materials topic by topic with a highlighter or a pencil. Be careful of not over-highlighting or underlining- if you find your page covered in yellow, you're doing too much. If you think you're comfortable with a topic, you might not even need to underline.

Once you're finished with a topic, close everything and write whatever you know under that topic heading. At this point, feel free to add diagrams, flowcharts, more headings- whatever makes it easier to understand and condense.

At this point, especially if you haven't revisited that topic, it's likely that you have lots of gaps. That's okay! Go back to your materials and fill in any gaps with information that make sense TO YOU. For lots of my topics I usually use examples or informal language just so I actually understand what I'm talking about. I also like to fill stuff that I missed out in a different colour

Repeat the last three steps untill all your topics are covered.

Your first outline is complete! At this point, this should be the only resource or document you need for your exam since you've looked at all of your other material and condensed it all. If you feel like you need to look at other things, add that information to your outline

Outlining, again

But wait, you're not done yet! Give it a few days (or a few hours, if it's crunch time) and try making a second outline. I generally make my first outline on my laptop and my second (or third) in a notebook or a totally different software. For this outline, you basically want to make an even shorter version of Outline 1, really focussing on what is critical. A good rule of thumb is to have only 1-2 page per topic.

Keep repeating the last step till you have the shortest possible outline with only the critical information. That's your final outline! You can read this to revise right before an exam, or use it as your material in an open book exam.

Some quick points to note:

Keep your initial outline handy. I often found that first outline might have had a detail that wasn't critical, but could help boost my grade to the next level- add this (as briefly as possible) to your final outline

It might also be useful in your final outline to have a few example questions worked out in detail with notes on every step. Understanding and detailing why and how every step is needed helped me tremendously in maths exams where you had wild-card questions based on a concept and you could pick out the relevant steps

If you are taking an outline into an exam, it is very useful to have a table of contents handy and/or tabs to help you sort through relevant or lined topics

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cdelphiki · 5 years ago

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So how does Scrivener work cdelphiki? Any specifics? I think you talked about it a fair bit before, early in November, but I can't quite remember.

Scrivener is awesome!! Basically, it’s a word processor on steroids specifically for writers (and not student/business purposes, like Microsoft Word/Google Docs) Although you can use it for student or business purposes, if you wanted.

Basically, you use it by first creating your project. It has a lot of templates to choose from, and once you pick what you want to do, it has instructions of how to structure your project in your newly created file. There are a ton of template options, but I’m here for the novel format:

But you can write pretty much anything you can imagine in scrivener.

Pick what you want and click “choose” then save it somewhere. I have the app for ipads/iphones, so I save all my projects on dropbox so I can access them from my phone or computer. (This is how scrivener is set up for synced across platforms: over dropbox, not icloud for mac users. It took me a hot minute to figure out.) It has you name and save it up front so it can start backing up your work!!

Once it’s got the project created, it will give you the informational page for the template you selected. Read through it for a lot of good information on how to use all the organizational tools for your specific project.

Now you basically just start working. There is no real wrong way to go about putting together your story. I use scrivener for both one shots and multi-chaptered fics. I actually keep most my one shots in one project, titled “Tumblr Prompts,” just to make it easier than having a zillion project files for single stories.

If you want a pretty detailed walkthrough of how I use scrivener, I put it all below the cut. :D

Here’s one of my my well-used project files:

There’s a lot going on here. The left column is your navigation bar. This is basically your entire book. As you can see I have folders within folders. The main one, called “Manuscript” by default, is basically the book in its entirety. I then use more folders for each chapter. Right now, since I’m still drafting, I actually just have it broken into ‘events,’ rather than chapters. This is just a me thing and is what I figured out to help me keep better track of everything.

So I have the Prologue, and then event 1.1 (act 1, event 1), 1.2, 1.3, etc. In 1.3, as you can see, I have both chapter 3 and 4 as scene cards. 1.4 has five scene cards that will likely turn into 7 chapters, once I do a revision!

All the various colors of text are revisions. By default, the first draft is written in black.

When you’re ready to do a revision, you can turn on revision mode and select which version you’re on. I’m on my third revision. I really like this function because it lets me see my progress.

Now, inside all these folders you can see a couple different symbols there. You can actually change the symbols of these things yourself by right clicking on the object in the navigation pane and selecting “change icon.” I put the pencil on all my notes, so it’s very easy for me to know what to get rid of when I’m cleaning up and about to call something “done.” On Precedent, for example, whenever I publish a chapter, I go ahead and name the chapter folder in Scrivener and get rid of all the note cards so all that is left is what I actually published.

Probably one of the best things about Scrivener, is when you want to get rid of something, you don’t have to erase it entirely. On this project here, you can see I have a file a couple under the file selected for viewing called “trash pile.” Whenever I remove large chunks of text, I actually just copy it over to a blank scene card so it’s not ‘lost.’ I then “move to trash,” so it’s not in the way, but it’s always available to me. Scrivener does not delete anything you ‘move to trash’ unless you specifically move to that trash bin and make it delete it. This is great because I can’t tell you how many times I’ve ‘thrown something away’ just to realize, sometimes months later, that that exact scene would work perfectly now! And good thing I saved the draft, so I had something to start with!

Now, back to these ‘scene’ cards. Scene cards are just the files you actually write on. I don’t know if Scrivener calls them that or not, but they’re set up like notecards. I don’t know if you ever did the notecard method in school, where you wrote major points on note cards and then arranged them into a logical order on the table? That’s basically what this is.

To get to this screen, I selected the folder for section 1.4. You can pick any folder you want, even the over all manuscript to get here. Then you pick the view option, where the top arrow is pointing. The first view option shows it as a document, as my other pictures have already demonstrated.

What the notecards are going to show you is your synopsis, if you have one written. Each and every file, even the folder itself, has a spot for ‘synopsis’ and ‘notes,’ which do not count into your overall word count. It’s really nice for keeping stuff out of the way. I’ve found I prefer having my notes as actual scene cards, but the notes section is handy for throwing important things. I also save the link to where I’ve posted stuff on tumblr for easy saving or research so I don’t lose anything.

If you do not have anything written in the synopsis section, the card will just show as much as the text as it can in a dark grey, rather than the black ink of the synopsis. I rarely use the synopsis section, so you can see all my documents just have the first bits of text.

On this screen you can start dragging around cards and move them however you think things need to line up. This works remarkably well if you write in a lot of small scenes, and need to reorganize because you realized that Tim needs to have a panic attack before he faces Ra’s. Or whatever. You can also reorganize at any point in the navigation pane itself. I drag stuff between folders all the time. That’s another reason I love having my notes on actual scene cards, because a lot of times I end up punting scenes off into the future, and it makes it way easier to drag and drop it into the next chapter folder to deal with later.

Another feature I really like is ‘targets.’

To get here, I selected the overall manuscript, and then switched to the third view option, up there next to the note cards option. It shows me my whole book this way, as well as the status of each folder or document (which I have to set myself.) It also shows me if I had a target word count, and how close I am to reaching it. I like my chapters to be about 3k words, so I make that my target. (set your target by clicking on the target icon on the bottom right corner of a document while in document view.) The purple goes from a dark purple to a lighter one the closer you get. (This is because I am using the ‘theme’ “Purple Haze.” The color is based on your theme. I forget what the default is.)

You can also set daily word goals, and up at the top, below the project’s name, it’ll show you progress toward that goal. I’ve written two words today.... so I don’t have a progress bar yet. The bar above the project’s name is for the overall word goal set. I have this project set to 100k.

I think that’s pretty much it. The only other feature I use regularly I haven’t mentioned is the split screen.

Basically, click where the arrows are pointing. When you’re in just regular view, it’ll look like a split screen, rather than a single document view button. When you hit it, it opens your currently selected document twice, on both sides of the screen. Click on the bar for the document you want to change and then select whatever you want from your navigation pane. I use this mostly for putting my notes on one side and my actual working document on the other. Yesterday I was using while revising, throwing anything I didn’t want anymore into my ‘trash pile’ by just dragging it across.

Once you’re done with something, you can run spelling and grammar check (because it does not check as you go, unless you go into settings and make it do that. It’s turned off by default. I find the squiggly lines distracting, so I love this feature) and use the various text tidying tools, such as the one that turns all multiple spaces into single spaces!

So yeah! That’s Scrivener. I love it so much. It has made writing so much easier. I wrote most of Life Happens in a single Microsoft Word document, and that was a huge mess and horrible and really difficult. I’ve written two long fics in their entirety now on Scrivener and I won’t ever go back.

Oh, and if anyone was curious, this is how I use Scrivener for my one shots: I just label the folders with the main relationship or the collection they’re from, rather than treated the folders like chapters. I then name the scene cards either with their actual titles or a brief description (if I didn’t give them titles) to let me know what’s been published and what isn’t done.

#Scrivener #writing advice #unqualified writing advice #:)#how i write #cait rambles

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momentofmemory · 5 years ago

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it’s almost the end of october, which means one of the greatest, most terrifying exploits known to writers is upon us: NaNoWriMo.

there are plenty of super good survival posts out there, but as this’ll be my seventh time participating (six wins, hoping for a seventh), i thought i’d drop my own set of tips into the mix. i’m going to focus mostly on the practical details of how to write; if you want tips on the writing itself either search the writing/reference tags or pester me to do another one later :P with that said, ~on with the post~

Step One: Figure Out Your Goal

i know, i know, obviously it’s to write 50k, but what does that mean to you? are you expecting

polished prose, ready to send off to a publisher?

being able to write every day?

just throwing up a bunch of ideas?

a mix of everything?

all of these are valid, but they’re going to require different approaches. if you want jaw-dropping writing, you’re going to need in the ballpark of five or more hours each day, if not more. if you want consistency, you’ll want to look at your normal schedule and set up a couple times you know you can write at. if just you want words, pretty much all you need to make sure is that you squeeze writing time in whenever.

your goal will probably change as the month progresses, and that’s totally fine. just check in every so often to remember a)what you’re working for and b)if it’s actually plausible. speaking of...

Step Two: Realize Your Limitations

1. Typing.

imma get super practical here: your typing speed dictates how fast you can get done. if you write 40wpm (the average), you cannot write the full 1667 in a half hour any more than you can run a mile in under three minutes. it’s honestly not a bad idea to check out your own speed, if only to help you understand yourself better. in my experience, actual writing then works like this (using my max speed, 89, as an example):

Absolute Max: 89 wpm (baseline)

Warring: 70 (75% of baseline)

In the zone: 45 (50% of baseline)

Taking my time, concentrated: 22 (25% of baseline)

anything lower than your max/4 probably means you’re spending a lot of time either researching or staring at the page, so just be aware of that.

2. Time & Focus

this kinda goes without saying, but best case scenario this is at least 1-2 hours of your life a day, or dedicating full Saturday/Sundays if you’re a weekend warrior kind of person. it’s so, so worth it if you can make time for it, but also don’t feel bad if you can’t! doing a half nano (25k) or whatever you want is also a fully acceptable plan.

that said, if you do have time, figure out your focus too. if you’ve never been the kind of person that can type for six hours straight, you will probably not magically become this person when it hits Nov. 1 (though with practice, you might be by Nov. 30). i like trying to write at least 300 before work and another 300 during lunch. that way there’s only 1k left for the evening, and having words on the page just makes me feel better. experiment with different ways of blocking out your time in the first few days and see what works best for you.

3. Don’t Forget You Live in a Body

writing is hard work, you will need to eat brain food! hunching over wrecks your back, stand up and stretch every so often! you will hate existing if you forgo sleep for days! and for the love of charles dickens, patron saint of getting paid by the word, take care of your mother-effing wrists!!

seriously on that last one. i’ve ignored it in the past and thoroughly screwed up my wrists one year; don’t be me. keep in them in a neutral position, do regular stretches, and if you need to, get wrist wraps (i recommend these).

Step Three: Actually Doing the Thing

the previous steps have had pretty broad advice, but now it’s time to get down to the nitty-gritty. these are mostly things i know work for me, and therefore may not for you—adjust to your own needs!

1. Write for 15 Minutes Every Day, Non-Negotiable.

i don’t even mean this is a “write 15 min and then your brain will be tricked into writing more” kinda way, but like, literally. you’re probably not going to be able to do 1667 every day—sometimes you’ll be tired and just won’t have the time. you’re very likely, however, to have 15 minutes, and you’ll want to use them. Doesn’t matter if you write 50 words or 500 in that time, at least you’ll have done something, and that’s usually enough to keep you from feeling like just giving up the next day.

2. You Might Need Physical Spaces

i’m a pretty sensory person when it comes to writing, and having a dedicated writing space is so helpful for me. going back to the idea of being an embodied person, it’s a lot easier to get your brain into a writing mode if your body’s already there. some good options include:

coffee shops (cozy! food!)

a specific room in your home (easily accessed! do what you want!)

libraries (free! quiet!)

a friend’s house (writing buddy! easy access to sounding board!)

all of these places usually have access to wifi, which is a positive.

3. You Definitely Need Digital Spaces

i pretty much always write in the same processor, once again because it helps set the mood. the main options include:

google drive (solid choice, cloud backup, mobile accessible)

dabble writer (cloud backup, links to nano, dark mode, chapter options)

write or die (only for actual writing—a scary but effective motivator; save elsewhere)

word/pages/etc. (ready to go on your computer, formatting options)

scrivener (great plotting tools, detailed interface)

i use dabble writer myself (they’re a nano sponsor, so you can get it free for this month, and as a double bonus you get it half off for the rest of the year if you win). and no, i’m not getting paid to wax poetic about them, but honestly i’ve used it to win the past two years and i adore it.

anyway my biggest tip here is that i SUPER SUPER DON’T RECOMMEND NON-CLOUD OPTIONS. it’s very risky, but if you must, do a proper back up at least once a week. that shiz is not worth it.

4. The Timer is Your New Best Friend

because i’ve heard this argument before: no, it’s not a crutch, and no, it’s not cheating. it’s literally best practices. i’m personally a big fan of this online timer, and i let it run for 15 min every time i write. after each session i check how many words i wrote, then after maybe a quick 1-2 min break, start over.

you can totally set the timer for longer or shorter periods, depending on what works for you. i’m a fan of the 15 min sessions bc it’s just long enough to get a bit of flow going, and just short enough that i can convince my spacy brain that we can get through it without wandering. it’s also a fantastic length for warring, if you’re down for that.

5. Write That Idea Down for Lewis’s Sake

the original idea for the chronicles of narnia came to c.s. lewis when he was at a restaurant, and thank the lord, he wrote it down on a napkin. he wouldn’t write it until some time later, but if he hadn’t written it down, he might’ve forgotten it. why is this important, you ask?

BC YOU WILL FORGET THINGS.

if you have an idea, write it down in your phone or your notebook or the waterproof paper in your shower, because i don’t care how sure you are that you’ll remember it, you super won’t. i’ve forgotten many solutions to plot holes in my time and i still hold vigils over their graves. don’t be me. write it down.

Step Four: Managing that Inner Critic of Yours

all right, pay attention. i’m not going to tell you not to edit, because i would be a massive hypocrite if i did. i totally edit during nano. the important part is letting your editor help you win, not hurt you. and that means gaming your critic’s system.

1. Have a Dedicated Deletion Section

many people hear “don’t delete anything” and baulk, because for some of us it’s distracting and we want to rewrite that section until it matches our vision. so, i’m here to tell you: delete it!! rewrite entire chapters!! just save the original content as part of your word count. this is another reason i love dabble, bc at the start of nano i just make a separate part of the book, label it “delete”, and any time i’m writing and dislike a sentence/paragraph i just dump it into that folder and move on. this way you still get to keep the numbers (and why shouldn’t you? you wrote them!) while also writing words you actually like. plus, sometimes that line you deleted in ch. 1 winds up being supremely pertinent in ch.15, and now you can just copy/paste it instead of having to try to remember what exactly you’d said.

2. Acknowledge Ranting as a Time Honoured Tradition

think there’s no precedent for that 2K diatribe you wrote on the london underground? well fear not, because you can’t possibly do worse than hugo’s entire chapters worth of content on the french sewer system! or melville’s frankly terrifying obsession with the finer features of whale biology!

like, yeah, maybe you’ll decide later you don’t need it, but for now, embrace that soap box. dead white guys have been doing it for centuries and still get places in college syllabi. the least you can do is give it a place in your word count.

Step Five: Have Fun!

i know, i know, it’s cliche, but seriously. if this isn’t fun, or at least rewarding, why are you doing it anyway? so enjoy it! send passages you’re proud of to your friends! daydream about it in the car on the way to work/school! cry over a notebook about the twist you just came up with! nano’s a time of fun and exploration, and you shouldn’t miss out on it because you’re thinking too much.

also, this might be counter productive to put at the end of an essay on nano, but don’t obsess over reading essays on nano :P there comes a time when one must simply do, and nano is pretty much the definition of that.

#nanowrimo #writing tips #writing #reference #writing advice

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luvleekaotix-imagines · 6 years ago

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this is my first time requesting, ever, and I just wanted to ask if it was okay to request a Connor x Human! reader? the reader working alongside with Hank and Connor, and reed is always messing with them and Connor decided to take matters into his own hands? I would have written it myself, but I'm not very good at writing for Connor quite yet.

Anonymous said to luvleekaotix-imagines:

[screams] I LOVE U FOR WRITING CONNNOR AAaaAA. Can I request connor x reader where reader is human and is depressed, so he’s trying to understand it and doing his best to help her? TYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

A/N: a little more sassy!reader. some things you can’t pass off with sass tho.

✤✤✤✤✤✤

It was meant to be a regular day at work. You were actually feeling pretty good. The local bakery you passed were selling sweet buns with ube filling and it had been awhile since you had the treat so you bought a few. You wandered into the office with a half-eaten bun in hand and a little spring in your step.

“What the fuck is that?” Ugh. Gavin was waiting by the breakroom with a coffee in his hand which you hoped was shitty. “Why the are you always eating weird ass food?”

You hoped he was still pissed off about the little food ordering incident. “It’s a bun with ube filling.” You took a pointed bite. “It’s delicious. Not everyone is an uncultured swine like you and eats only boring white boy shit.” You were never in the mood to deal with Gavin Reed and his awful attitude. Like always you sneered at him without stopping on your way to your desk, but this time he did something unexpected. Gavin stepped in your way and you stopped, narrowing your eyes. “Move.”

“Nah.” He advanced with a threatening aura, but you held your ground. He wouldn’t physically do anything to you while people were in the office. You could already see some onlookers peering curiously. “I’ve had enough of your attitude. You need to shut the fuck up.”

You laughed, you couldn’t help it. “My attitude? My attitude, Reed? I’m only like this to you because I treat people the way they treat others and guess what, genius? You treat everyone around you like fucking shit.” You spat your words with as much venom as you could muster. There was no point in playing nice. Everyone knew you were over Gavin’s bullshit and you had been for a long time.

You had expected Gavin to give you that frustrated glare before storming off, but he simply smirked and you hated how it threw you off. “See that right there?” He pointed a finger in your face and you wanted to tear it off his hand. “That’s the reason you’re stuck where you are in your career.” Gavin laughed, “You’re never going to get a case of your own. You’re never gonna make primary and you’re always going to be fucking slave to the department because that attitude isn’t something we want here.”

It was like a slap in the face. You swallowed, your usual smart sass disintegrating beneath the possible bitter truth being thrown in your direction. You had hoped to one day have cases of your own instead of supporting others, but every single time there was an opportunity, you were denied the chance to take the lead. You hid the fact that you thought something was wrong with you really well—you hid it behind your smile and sarcasm and quietly buried your ambition.

“Just admit that you’re a shit wannabe detective. Make yourself useful for once and quit.” Gavin spoke lowly and you stared at him, for once not knowing what to do or say. You stood frozen, trying to grasp for something, but feeling it all slip. Still, you weren’t willing to give into this piece of shit human being. He didn’t deserve any kind of victory.

A hand gently touched your shoulder and you turned to see Connor standing beside you with his usual polite smile. How long had he been there? Oh god, what did he think of you after what Gavin said? Did he think you were useless too? “If I might interject—”

“This doesn’t concern you, dipshit, fuck off.” Reed snarled immediately.

You could see the LED indicator at Connor’s temple change from blue, to yellow and flash red for a moment before changing back to blue. He turned to you and you thought maybe you saw something a little different in his dark gaze. “Of course.” Instead of leaving, the android turned to face you fully and ignored Gavin. “I thought you’d like to know that Detective Reed’s statements about you may be untrue. In fact, I have data that contradicts his accusations. Would you like to hear them?”

What was going on? You were slightly confused but nodded slowly. “Sure, go ahead, wonder boy.”

“I’ve analysed the data on previous cases that you’ve worked on and they have an overall higher success rate than all of Detective Reed’s work which he mostly tries to do alone.” Connor relayed smoothly and you were sure if you were drinking anything you’d have choked on it. A smile grew on your face and the android smiled in turn. “On top of that, most of the cases that Detective Reed has solved were reliant on information that was gained by your efforts.”

You turned to Gavin who looked positively murderous.

“There is much more statistical data I can tell you about,” Connor tilted his head slightly, “but in summary, there is absolutely no proof in the statement that you are a—‘wannabe detective’—or that your attitude is detrimental to the department’s overall cohesiveness. There is proof, however, of the opposite.”

The android finished, still completely ignoring Gavin which only aggravated the detective more. “You fuckin—” He made a move towards Connor and you shoved the android back, fully intending to take whatever he was about to throw at your companion.

“Reed. My office, now.” Fowler roared from the stairs just outside his office. He sent you a look. “Don’t you go anywhere, after I’m finished with Reed, you’re next.”

Shit. You gave a half-hearted salute in response and watched as Gavin stalked off in a huff, flipping you and Connor the bird—it was a lot better than a punch though. Relief flooded your body and you slumped your shoulders. “You good, buddy?” You turned to Connor. “Thanks for that, by the way.”

Connor was silent as he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t even really know why he had come to your defence. It wouldn’t have been very helpful for you to start a fight in the middle of the office, maybe it was that? Or maybe it was that he didn’t want you to get hurt and that he didn’t like the expression that you wore on your face when Gavin had said awful things to you. Something quietly became unstable in Connor’s processor. There were always lots of little instabilities whenever he came in contact with you.

“Ahhhhh, but I have to meet with Fowler later.” You whined, though with a smile on your face. “I find him such a cliche. Whaddya think, Connor?’

Connor thought he was happy to see you smiling again, but he kept it to himself for now.

#detroit become human #dbh #connor #connor x reader #rk800 #rk800 x reader #rk800 connor #rk800 connor x reader #gavin reed #gavin #fuck gavin tho what the fuck hahaha #Anonymous

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faejilly · 6 years ago

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twistedsinews replied to your post “so idk complaining about writing sometimes helps? anyways I have a WIP...”

the nun-turned-stripper taking up creative space in my head would like you to know, that's her favorite kind of smut.

I love you

rutherinahobbit replied to your post “so idk complaining about writing sometimes helps? anyways I have a WIP...”

Sometimes a sounding board is helpful and sometimes not - if you want to talk any of this through, say the word.

I would love to! But my ability to talk about it atm is mostly limited to *gestures at computer*pained noises*?!?

servantofclio replied to your post “so idk complaining about writing sometimes helps? anyways I have a WIP...”

more smut needs speculative theology

ikr? Such an untapped market

jadesabre301 replied to your post “so I signed up for a fic advent calendar thing, and I agreed to go...”

THIS IS ME AND MEHC EVERY. YEAR. solidarity fistbump YOU CAN DO IT! <3 <3 <3

YOU TOO

twistedsinews replied to your post “so I signed up for a fic advent calendar thing, and I agreed to go...”

YOU CAN DO THE THING! \o\

lynne-monstr replied to your post “so I signed up for a fic advent calendar thing, and I agreed to go...”

I BELIEVE IN YOUUUU!!

thank you both! *heartinfinity.gif*

twistedsinews replied to your post “GUESS WHOSE CAR WON’T START”

*cocoa* :<

lynne-monstr replied to your post “GUESS WHOSE CAR WON’T START”

oh no! :(

syzara replied to your post “GUESS WHOSE CAR WON’T START”

they know it ;(

We managed to get it going again, it just needed more of a jump than my little jumper thing can manage, so it is New Battery Time

also an oil change and a general inspection it’s been awhile? And it probably has some more issues. it’s getting old, as cars go

scarletandcream77 replied to your post “you know Magnus has that lovely line about how emotions are never...”

That’s some important meta there. He is such a nonverbal processor that when he declares something verbally, it’s a commitment and he means it all, unequivocally, and everyone else had better hang on. I wonder if he realizes how most of the others are not like that: are more verbal processors whose words don’t carry quite the same level of decisiveness because they are forming and reforming their thoughts as words are spoken. Both ways are just fine, but scary if the difference is not understood.

why thank you. And I think while he knows intellectually that other people use words and emotions differently, he doesn’t really get it, which yeah, adds some heart-break to a lot of already difficult situations.

astrama replied to your post “LUIS DE VEGA JILLY!! LUIS DE VEGA”

He is exactly my type and I remember I first romanced him accidentally bc I didn't know he was an option. :'DD

He’s a very sneaky option. And also the best.

jadesabre301 replied to your post “ha so hey you know what’s fun? when you’re stuck on the fic that...”

this is me and this mehc fic oh goodness it's like it's too happy i can't keep it up for more than 500 words at a time what is wrong with me

I am usually good at fluff! But sometimes not.

junemermaid replied to your post “good news: finally got around to trying the thai restaurant near us...”

I miss you and being sick is the worst :( I hope the health issues are sorted out soon for you and yours <33333

I AM STILL SICK. IT WON’T GO AWAY. But it also won’t get *worse*, like, there’s no actual infection that can be treated, it’s just endless cold-virus-gunk I AM VERY TIRED OF IT.

but thank you <3

jadesabre301 replied to your post “good news: finally got around to trying the thai restaurant near us...”

<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3 trying to focus on my MEHC gift when all I want to write is Crit Role stuff, whoops. Other than that just trying to keep two tiny humans alive! The usual. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

tiny humans take a lot of time and effort sometimes

quilleth replied to your post “good news: finally got around to trying the thai restaurant near us...”

I hope you feel better soon!! I still haven't gotten around to trying the Thai place by me and I've worked near it for like 5 years....I hope the place you got the referral to figures things out soon

NOT YET. Probably because I never called them back this week? I am Bad At Adulting(tm) lately. Even for me. *sighs*

thedivinemissema replied to your post “good news: finally got around to trying the thai restaurant near us...”

Feel better! Also lemon balm can help stop cold sores before they become a thing, if you can get your hands on some.

oh, that’s good to know for next time, I shall try and remember to pick some up

teaandinanity replied to your post “good news: finally got around to trying the thai restaurant near us...”

I hope you feel better soon! I'm glad you got to have Tasty Food, at least. Hopefully the doctors will get their nonsense straightened out soon, that sounds irksome. :\

DOCTORS. Frequently irksome. *thbbbt*

kindaresilient replied to your post “good news: finally got around to trying the thai restaurant near us...”

what or who are thing 1 and 2 and, kudos on going to the restaurant.

My children! I used to refer to them by ages, but I realized that got a little confusing as time passed and the blurbs kept changing (and the second one will of course eventually overlap old comments on the first one) so I changed it to Dr Seuss because Books Are Awesome.

Fox in Socks is probably my favorite, but Fox and Knox seemed less appropriate (and obvious a reference) than Thing 1 & Thing 2

leahazel replied to your post “servantofclio replied to your post “Semi-regular reminder that...”

Hard same, boo uterus. Boo! Boo, I say!

You know what’s sad? It has been long enough since I replied to anything that I’m just about at the stage to start complaining about my uterus again! *eyeroll*

jadesabre301 replied to your post “servantofclio replied to your post “Semi-regular reminder that...”

also, ah, doctors.

ikr?

jadesabre301 replied to your post “servantofclio replied to your post “Semi-regular reminder that...”

NINE? NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE? HE'S LIKE TWO WHAT ARE YOU SAYING

I DON’T KNOW HOW IT HAPPENED EITHER JADE. I USED TO TAG KITTY PICTURES FOR THE 3YO. HoW? wHAT?

syzara replied to your post “servantofclio replied to your post “Semi-regular reminder that...”

well we missed that with mr. tigs vasectomy but jeez, i'm kinda glad O.o who tf says that even...

lynne-monstr replied to your post “servantofclio replied to your post “Semi-regular reminder that...”

that is horrifying that a doctor would say that to you. what the everloving fuck

more than one! and nurses. like. I know what they’re aiming for, honestly, but it’s just so awful the way it’s framed, and the way none of them seem to REALIZE what it is they’re actually saying.

#twistedsinews #jilly replies #rutherinahobbit #servantofclio #jadesabre301 #lynne-monstr #syzara #scarletandcream77 #astrama #junemermaid #quilleth #thedivinemissema #teaandinanity #kindaresilient #leahazel #long post for ts

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libermachinae · 3 years ago

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Night Shift

Also on AO3! Summary: Prowl and Jetfire analyze leads on a Decepticon smuggling operation, working together late into the night trying to find the missing connections. A sleep deprived slip of the tongue leads Prowl to revisiting old choices. Word Count: 2146

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Prowl didn’t keep track of his chronometer this late in the night. Morning was inevitable, and he knew he could rely on a burst of messages from Orion to let him know when it had arrived. As such, he had no idea what hour it was when Jetfire broke through the productive silence.

“How did you come up with these predictions?” Jetfire asked. Worst of all, he was speaking with his mouth full, apparently too incensed by Prowl’s logic train to be bothered with common decency. “Every gun you’ve pulled in has been running on fumes; I’ve had to scrape the insides of the barrels just to figure out what they’re fueled on.”

The impressive thing about Jetfire was that even as a voice over the comms, he sounded like the biggest bot in the room. It wasn’t just that his voice was deep; Orion, who wasn’t that much taller than Prowl, had a voice you could feel through the floor panels. It was something about the way Jetfire talked, deliberate and straightforward, rarely stuttering even when caught off-guard. It was refreshing.

“I’ve outlined the logic process in my report. I won’t be repeating it,” Prowl said, scrolling back through his files.

“What are they teaching in the enforcer academy that reports don’t need to communicate anything?” Jetfire grumbled

It would be a reasonable estimate to say they spent 50% of these near nightly calls complaining about their targets, their coworkers, and the administration, and another 40% about each other. Prowl sat through them strictly as a matter of convenience, being a faster mode of communication than the intermittent data bursts preferred by the sanctioned enforcer agencies.

Having someone at the other end of the line also assisted the rust sticks and nucleon microcubes in staving off recharge protocols.

“It’s as I explained to Tumbler: it communicates everything I intended it to.” Ideally, very little to anyone who couldn’t have worked it out themselves. That way, the important information stayed with those who could actually use it, and the rest—

“Who’s Tumbler?”

Prowl lost his train of thought as the rest of his processor caught up to what the .5% he reserved for conversation had said. He froze, rust stick halfway to his mouth.

“No one,” he said.

“Okay.” Jetfire drew out the word. “Did he buy that line?”

No, of course not. Tumbler was always relentless about that sort of thing. His curiosity and drive could have lent to the makings of a detective or captain if he’d dedicated them more often to investigations and less on critiquing Prowl.

“He was young and failed to grasp the necessity of efficiency in our line of work.” Prowl had tried to be patient, but he’d been young too, and Tumbler was the first partner he’d had who would listen to him. Even if it was just to argue that Prowl’s opaque writing was the cause of their inefficiency.

“Hmph.”

Jetfire liked to intersperse their conversations with meaningless noises, and although Prowl needed more samples before he was certain of his explanation, he believed they meant Jetfire didn’t agree with something he’d said but was ending the discussion prematurely. It was illogical, leaving a matter unsettled for which a solution existed, but normally Prowl’s priority queues were ordered such that work came before ideological disagreements.

“What?” he asked, finally setting down the rust stick.

“You’re normally terrible with names,” Jetfire said without hesitation. “I’m just trying to imagine what a bot would have to be like to leave that much of an impression on you.”

“He was talented,” Prowl admitted.

“Do you keep in touch?”

“No.” Prowl straightened his back and flared his sensory panels, ready to move on. “It was not a practical partnership. Being together diminished our respective abilities and prevented us from fulfilling our responsibilities. It was for the betterment—”

“Hey, hold on, Prowl,” Jetfire said, his rolling voice enough to draw Prowl up short. “I know that you—but, you know what that sounds like, right?”

Prowl frowned, immediately recognizing Jetfire’s social theory tone.

“Pragmatism,” he said. “We can’t have everything we want in an ordered society. I—we did what Cybertron needed of us.”

“By disposing of a part of yourself?”

Tumbler hadn’t liked that explanation either.

“We weren’t conjunx.” And for very good reason. There were more important things in life than feelings or fleeting commitments, and it was idealists like Jetfire who—

“Just because it didn’t have a name doesn’t mean it wasn’t important.”

Prowl’s thoughts stumbled. He hadn’t expected Jetfire to say that, not because it was out of character but because he was right. That was the exact sentiment Prowl had tried to put to words maybe half a dozen times and now it was being turned on him like a spotlight.

“There are things that should never be sacrificed,” Jetfire went on. Prowl felt his silhouette thrown into sharp relief. “Things we’re worse off for letting go of.” He paused. “A while ago, I was made an offer: instant entry to the academies. No exams, no fees. Everything I’d ever wanted. In return, though, I would’ve had to give up my wings. My… sponsor, I guess, knew I had the processor for science, just not the frame. They asked for me to give up one part of myself to let the rest go free.”

Prowl shook his helm, leaning away from the speaker. Jetfire’s tone was the same one he occasionally used with Bumblebee. With Prowl, he was hard edges and warning lights. They weren’t this for each other. They didn’t do this.

“You were nearly the victim of a scam,” he said, searching blindly for familiar ground.

“I’m sure it seems that way,” Jetfire said, unperturbed. “Do you get it, though? Giving up any one piece would’ve meant tacit agreement with the Functionists, that I wasn’t fit to do my work in any form but what they prescribed. Even if I’d told myself it was for Cybertron, it really would’ve been a sacrifice in their honor, and nothing would ever be worth that.”

Prowl wasn’t entirely obtuse. He understood what Jetfire was saying, but he couldn’t afford to hear it, not with everything he had already done and the plans he had yet to set in motion. Maybe Jetfire had found a way to live that allowed him to maintain his idealistic commitments, but most mechanisms weren’t so lucky. Everyone had to give up something.

“And now you’re here, working on behalf of the Senate,” Prowl said, just to prove that point.

Jetfire made his noise again.

“Right, I forgot,” he said. Annoyed or frustrated: the usual feelings they brought out in each other. “Waste of time. Forget I said anything.”

Prowl wouldn’t, but he also wasn’t going to give Jetfire an excuse to keep pontificating.

It would have been a waste of their time, anyhow, because however sincere Jetfire was in his admission, Prowl had never understood the hypocrisy of bots who would claim to reject Functionism while maintaining an almost fanatical devotion to their frames. In some intangible sense, maybe he did enjoy the opportunity to go for a long drive, but he couldn’t imagine himself grieving his tires for their own sake. He tried to compare it to what he had felt when Tumbler had said going to Kaon was a selfish, pretentious idea and immediately recoiled.

“Results are exactly what I told you,” Jetfire said. Prowl realized he hadn’t gotten any work done in the last several kliks. “Not nearly the concentration of materials to support your theory the Decepticons have contacts in Uraya, and a few that will probably trace back to Kaon, like everything else.”

“I’d like to see for myself,” Prowl said, standing. He didn’t often get this badly distracted, and it was easy to pin it on the state of his desk: used energon cubes and wrappers from the cheap snacks he kept fueled on littered the spaces he should have been using for case notes and displays. When was the last time he’d cleaned?

“Really?” Jetfire asked. “The data’s pretty clear.”

“Humor me.”

“What do you think I’ve been doing?”

Neither said goodbye before they hung up: another of their customs.

Prowl cleared the mess into the trash. Exhaustion was nibbling at his processor like a corrosive. Another couple shots would get him through his morning meetings, and then a regular midday fueling would carry him over until he could recharge properly in the evening. Before that, though, the day had to begin, an event he discovered was closer than he’d expected when he stepped outside and saw the horizon just tilting toward the pale blue of an oncoming dawn.

The air was gentle, the pleasant cool that foreshadowed a blistering day. Jetfire was a dot over the Rodion skyline. Prowl glanced up at the few stars that could punch through the light pollution and was reminded, suddenly, of the time he and Tumbler had discussed getting a little patch of metal out on the Tungsten Moors. The barren sparkfields had felt nonetheless fertile with possibilities, and they had gotten hung up on whether it would be more practical to live in a house with two stories or just one. It had been a fantasy, nothing more; even on their joint income, it would have taken millions of years to save up. But there had been something, if not fulfilling, thrilling about it, making plans that didn’t hinge on work or promotions.

He wondered if Tumbler remembered that conversation.

Jetfire’s slow approach gave Prowl time to dwell while keeping an idle optic on his teammate. There was nothing spectacular about Jetfire’s flying: Prowl had worked with and chased down fliers who were faster, more maneuverable, and flashier in every way. But there was something resolute and sure about the way Jetfire coasted, a steadiness that Prowl would have appreciated sooner if he’d noticed it, his thoughts of Tumbler and past mistakes and pointless sacrifice sliding away as he watched Jetfire’s flight.

Jetfire’s flying was beautiful, in its own way. Its understatement reminded Prowl of his own assembly line colors, but with an underlying confidence that left Prowl feeling inadequate. Though technically strong, his power was limited to what he could siphon off Orion and their other high-level contacts. He��d experienced a taste of the real thing under Sentinel, but that had been an especially tenuous connection, liable to snap had he ever tugged too hard. Jetfire’s power was all his own. Not overwhelming, not enough to make the changes Cybertron needed. Incomparable, really, to what Prowl had wielded. But it radiated from the tips of his wings to the burn of his thrusters, self-realized, without reservation or concession.

Prowl’s tac net pinged him with the results for a problem he hadn’t realized he’d plugged in: 50% Prowl should have been strong enough to find another way, 50% choosing Tumbler would have made him stronger.

A perfect 50-50 meant his systems were badly in need of defrag. He cleared the cache and set his tac net to reboot, shaking his helm to dispel the resulting vertigo as Jetfire landed on the steps below him. Prowl waited patiently for him to complete his mode switch, taking two steps back so they would be at optic level with each other.

“Pleasant flight?” he asked.

“Wouldn’t trade it for anything,” Jetfire said with a smugness that allowed Prowl to scoff as he motioned for the datapad.

Jetfire handed it over. Prowl knew he was being watched as he powered it on and reviewed its contents, but he took his time, using Jetfire’s results to run through a few warm up calculations as his tac net came back online.

“You didn’t check for copper fluoride,” he commented.

“No,” Jetfire said slowly, “because it wasn’t one of the compounds we were investigating.”

“Run the tests again.” Prowl tried to return the datapad, but Jetfire refused to take it. “The chances we would find evidence of materials native to the Urayan region were always slim to none. However, the old blackmarket pipeline between Kaon and Yuss ran directly underneath the city. Does that make more sense?”

Prowl saw the moment Jetfire finally saw the case as he did, a knotted web of deceptions meant to dissuade even the most seasoned detective from untangling its core. Jetfire took the datapad from Prowl and stowed it, though the hard look in his optics did not waver.

“Could’ve said that from the beginning,” Jetfire griped.

Prowl didn’t bother to respond. What was done was done. Talking so much about the past was a waste of time neither of them could afford, because for all that it might have mattered, nothing they said could change any of it. All they had was the future, and the possibility of starting each day stronger than they had the one before.

#finally remembered to upload!#maccadam #transformers #prowl #jetfire #my writing #oneshot

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haikyuu-imagines-and-others · 6 years ago

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aaaaaah!!!!!!! Haikyuu AND dbh?! FUCK YES ill send you a lots of request!!!!! (Sorry if is too much just choose the ones you like

As soon as I read this request - my mind IMMEDIATELY went to comparing Ushijima with RK900 and just the idea of them being similar tickled my interest lol Thanks for requesting, love! And to anyone reading - DBH AU requests are ALWAYS open bc I have no self control and I’m a glutton for punishment ;D -Admin Satori

Android!Ushijima Wakatoshi - DBH AU

“So this is the new model for the department, huh?”

“Yes, its processors tend to run much faster and its software is less likely to be susceptible-“

“Jeezuz, Tooru, just use regular words, will you?”

“The SJ Model that I am has been upgraded to the SZ Model. It has less of a chance of becoming Deviant.”

You jumped back as the Android before you, looming over your much smaller frame, opened its eyes and met your surprised stare evenly, “Holy shit, dude! Don’t fuckin scare me like that!” You huffed, cheeks feeling warm with embarrassment - Though neither android noticed. A frown quickly took over your face as you glanced at Oikawa, “So then…. You’re obsolete?”

His light brown eyes glanced at you before looking back at the newer android who hadn’t moved since opening his eyes. “Yes. My model will soon be recalled for parts and software to be repurposed into other newer models.”

Fear shot through your body at the thought - losing your partner, your friend, only because he’d been upgraded? Never seeing Oikawa’s goofy smile, or hear his silly greetings/chastising of your actions ever again? Your frown deepened, and you rested your hand on his shoulder, catching his attention away from his successor, “I won’t let them take you, alright? So you don’t have to worry.”

He blinked back at you, eyebrows furrowing as he took in your promise - simple data running through his processors before he tilted his head, “I am an Android, Detective _______… I do not feel worry or fear for my inevitable disassembly. Perhaps you’ve grown attached to mechanical parts due to my seamless integration into your species, no?” A smug smirk had you pursing your lips and huffing in irritation. It was a programmed response, you knew - nothing out of the ordinary there. He hadn’t done or noted anything about being deviant, so why would it suddenly change with the arrival of his replacement?

Though that fear still plagued you as you stared up at the replacement. He stared right back. He seemed much more clean cut than Oikawa - not a hair out of place, every blink timed for every few seconds, not a muscle moved as the last of his updates completed their rounds. You had to forget about the fear, about losing your friend - there wasn’t any news about returning Oikawa, so you’d save that worry and panic for when they requested it. Now, it was time to bring in the new recruit.

“SZ100 - What’s your name?” He blinked back at you, uncomprehending your order until your realized your mistake. Another blush on your cheeks, you gave a sheepish smile at Oikawa’s side eye before looking back at the new android. “Sorry, Register your name, please.”

Olive eyes stared down at you, and for only a second did you feel intimidated before he spoke, “SZ100 Registering Name… My name is Ushijima. Ushijima Wakatoshi.” You frowned and the android furrowed its brow, “Is this name sufficient for my purpose?”

Crossing your arms, you sighed and tilted your head, “I mean, yeah - sure, it’ll do… But it’s a really long name… So I’m going to call you Waka.” A deeper furrowed brow appeared on Ushijima’s face, but you didn’t have time to ponder what it meant before your radio was reporting a possible burglary in place down the street. “No! Not my Chinese Takeout! Goddamit!”

Before Oikawa, or Ushijima, could do anything to stop you, to put a plan in motion, you were taking off towards the reported crime. Oikawa was right after you, deciding he better keep a close eye on you in case you ran headlong into danger. But Ushijima was the one to take longer to break into a run, his processors calculating the best possible solutions and how to attain them. Once the plan was in motion did he then start to move in the same direction as you and Oikawa.

By the time he arrived at the shop, you and Oikawa were crouched outside the front door, guns out and ready, you were whispering the plan of action to Oikawa just before the glass above you was shattered as the gunman spotted Ushijima come to a slow halt from his jog. You squeaked, Ushijima dodged easily before taking his place beside you, “Are you trying to get yourself killed on your first day, rookie?” You hissed at Ushijima, rolling your eyes before sending him a quick glare, “Now he knows we’re out here!”

“To be completely fair, Detective _______, I did not say the newer models would be mentally capable of such easy tasks.”

“Now is not the time for your ego trip, Oikawa.”

More shooting from inside the shop, and your heart leapt into your throat thinking maybe the gunman had harmed any of the patrons trapped inside. “He is currently armed, 5 bullets left in the clip, and facing this entrance of the shop. I suggest we retreat and return with a negotiator to retrieve the shooter in the most practical way possible. Less damage, less-“ But Ushijima didn’t have a chance to finish his analysis.

Nor did Oikawa have a chance to mock Ushijima’s poor policeman action skills.

For you’d already moved. Fast. You had already been crouched, so it was an easy muscle spasm of your legs to push you into the store faster than anyone had thought possible. You’d have to thank your adrenaline later for that one. The shooter hadn’t been expecting you to charge him - he hadn’t been ready for you to suddenly be in his space, blocking his knee-jerk reaction of aiming at you with your forearm while your right went for a gut punch. He bent over in surprise with your hit, but his hand reached out and roughly grabbed your wrist and yanked your gun from your hold over the counter, then again tried to aim his gun at you, pulling the trigger twice. The ringing in your ears was barely heard over the rush of adrenaline pushing you to grab his arm and slam his hand down onto the front counter, hard, a couple of times before he yelled out in pain and dropped the gun. Then it was a simple fist fight between two humans.

But you were at a disadvantage - he’d completely blown out your hearing, and you didn’t know if he had any more weapons on him. So while you did disarm his primary weapon, he was able to get two harsh punches to your stomach and jaw before you’d roughly pushed him away.

It was like everything slowed down after that. You stood before him, he before you, both guns forgotten over the counter behind you. Your body ached, ribs felt like shards of glass poking you from the inside. Your face contorted in pain, but you refused to show much more than that in means of weakness.

Then his hand started moving to the front of his pants, and your eyes widened - knowing you didn’t have enough time before he’d open fire on you with his hidden gun. You’d be killed in action.

Shots rang throughout the shop, but you weren’t hit with anything other than a large body pushing you behind the very same counter you’d paid for your lunch countless times. You opened your eyes, not remembering when you’d closed them in anticipation for the shooting pain of being hit - and were surprised at the face you were but a few inches from.

He was talking. His brow furrowed angrily. Upset at you for your reckless actions. But you couldn’t hear him - those two shots had really done a number to your hearing. Looking down, you felt in a daze as you saw yours and the burglars forgotten guns, and a brilliance filled your face to rival the sun. You quickly grabbed the androids face and pressed a hurried kiss to his lips before grabbing your gun, popping your head over the counter and shooting the secondary weapon out of the gunmans hand.

You’d kissed him.

Ushijima stayed in his crouched position. Frozen. All systems failing in his search for what the fuck had just happened. One second he’d been telling you to pull back, then you were in a fight for your life with an unpredictable assailant. Another you were about to be shot right before his eyes, then you were kissing him before taking your shot.

The events all added up, sure, but he didn’t know what to make of them as they stared him in the face.

Software Instability ^^^

This wasn’t something he’d ever experienced before in his test trials back at CyberLife. He’d never had to see that urgent message scroll across his vision as he stared ahead of him - at the space he’d pulled you in for safety. And yet there it was - mocking him. Mocking his assumed perfection.

Your face took up his vision as the text faded away, a wide smile on your lips - though it faltered for a second as you held your ribs in place with your arm, “Hey there, Partner, you doing okay? I didn’t hear the Windows shutdown music, so I’m hoping you just froze.” You patted his face with a quiet laugh, “Come on, we gotta make sure everyone is okay.”

Back in action, all systems checking out to be fine, processors running at optimal capacity - Ushijima felt as if he’d booted back up. As if he actually had frozen. As if all of his internal servers had just all caught on fire before being doused in ice cold water.

Just as you were about to walk towards the scared patrons, the gunman being taken down by Oikawa and cuffed before anything else could be damaged, a strong hold grabbed your wrist. You whirled on the touch, your fist raised, about to bring hell to whatever had dared grabbed at you. But you stopped when you met the disapproving stare of Ushijima. Instead you lowered your fist and smiled, “Waka! Jeez, you’ve had a fun first day, huh? Got to save your new partner and set a good example for Tooru over there!”

“The examples provided to me by CyberLife and the Police Department are sufficient enough, Detective ________. Thank you.”

You laughed at Oikawa’s sour tone before looking up at Ushijima’s continued glowering expression, “What’s u-“

“You’re injured.” You opened your mouth to disagree, but he didn’t give you the chance. “EMS is on scene. Medical precautions are recommended for your predicament.” He pulled you behind him by your caught wrist, and for some reason you let him. Maybe it was because you like the way he held you tight but not too tight, or maybe because your ribs were really starting to hurt you.

As you took a seat on the gurney, you grabbed his CyberLife issued jacket collar to keep him from leaving - he turned, “Wait….” You quickly looked away as he regarded you seriously, a flush of pink blooming on your cheeks as you looked down at your legs, “What…. What were you saying when you pulled me to cover? I couldn’t hear you properly…”

Ushijima searched your expression for any chance at teasing or joking around. Only a couple of hours with you and he knew not to take you completely serious 100% of the time. But this was different - the downturning of your head, the slight pout to your lips, even the way you wouldn’t completely meet his eyes as you glanced up at him - you were showing signs of being sincere. Curious and Sincere about what he had to say. He was presented a few options.

He could lie - give you an answer that would solidify your relationship to him as a tool, a machine to be disposed of after its use was satisfied.

He could tell the truth - explain his bewilderment at your reckless abandon for your own safety, that you’d sacrifice yourself for nothing but a couple of strangers lives.

Or he could say nothing. And walk away.

Nervousness suddenly shot through you, and you smiled sheepishly before waving him away, “No.. You know? Never mind! It’s fine, you don’t have to tell me… I’ll… I’ll be alright. You just go let Tooru teach you how to document and analyze the crime scene, okay?”

Software Instability ^^^

Why had you suddenly changed your mind? He only allowed himself a few seconds to research reasons a human would do something so suddenly before he turned on his heel and walked back towards the crime scene. A direct order was a direct order, no matter how insincere it seemed from the one giving them.

“Waka!”

Ushijima stiffened, and came to a complete stop at your calling him. A nickname for a tool - he wondered would you do the same for a handsaw or an ice machine. Regardless, he barely turned his head to be able to meet your gaze over his shoulder.

Your heart caught in your throat at his stare, your plea for him to stay with you or to actually tell you what he’d been yelling at you about in the store dried on your tongue. But your impulse control was shot with the excitement of today, so you smirked, “Next time we kiss, you better put some goddamn effort into it!” He didn’t react immediately, but you laughed as if you’d just told the funniest joke, “No more of that fish lips bullshit!”

He didn’t even give you a seconds notice before he continued his path towards where Oikawa was currently going over details with the human police force that had arrived. A tight feeling rose in his throat, something he’d never experienced before - something he was sure wasn’t something he should be feeling.

All his scans came back normal. Optimal speeds. Exceptional care.

Quickly brushing off the frustration of not knowing, and what you’d called after him about, he turned his full attention on the crime scene - going forth with his intended purpose.

This didn’t exactly end like you requested - but I’m going to start doing sequels and continuations of pieces that I like, regardless if it’s requested or not :) So please expect a continuation of this in the future

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Time for you to say goodbye to acne and pimples. Mix orange peel powder with oatmeal and baking soda to create the last word pimple annihilation face mask. If you'd like to use this mask once more Later on, create a new batch. All-natural face masks similar to this can generally continue to be about a week inside the fridge, but just to be Risk-free, start out fresh new every time.[four] That is used to discover distinct browsers or products when the obtain the support, and is employed for protection motives. Prepare with the mask by washing your face and tying your hair again. Use heat h2o to help you open up your pores. If you are wearing makeup, you have got to acquire it off working with make-up remover. Make use of a heavier, richer one particular throughout the Wintertime, as well as a lighter just one throughout the summertime. Take into consideration a moisturizer that contains SPF to guard your skin against the Sunlight's dangerous rays. It is best to only make sufficient for use each day but understandably, when life is busy it could be simpler to make more upfront. Rinse from the mask soon after quarter-hour, and pat dry your face by using a towel.[7] The yogurt assists with shrinking the glimpse of pores, and tightening pores. The orange juice aids with refreshing skin cells, and softening harsh skin traces. To test if you have oily skin, push a paper napkin towards your forehead. Any time you pull it away, it ought to be soaked in oils. Increase the olive oil or coconut oil. You will require 2 teaspoons of olive oil. The olive oil will moisturize your face, leaving the skin experience soft and sleek. If you don't have olive oil, You need to use coconut oil in its place, which is also quite moisturizing. [24] Use brown sugar for any gentler scrub and white sugar for a regular scrub. You can utilize any type of oil you want, but coconut oil or olive oil would function ideal. Require something stronger? Try salt! Check out a banana mask for wrinkled skin. Combine and mash a ripe banana, one teaspoon of orange juice, and 1 teaspoon of basic yogurt. Utilize a fork to create a clean and perhaps, consistency. Therapeutic massage and operate this mask on to your face, and Enable it soak into your skin for approximately 15 minutes. Now crush and powder your peels into a high-quality powder employing a foodstuff processor or blender, without incorporating any water. This content material is precise and legitimate to the very best on the writer’s know-how and isn't meant to substitute for formal and individualized information from an experienced Expert. Follow the simple fifteen min stay pack time using this mask and pat dry having a thoroughly clean towel. It's going to depart your skin experience gorgeous and clean.

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I only use standard cleaning soap when bathing. I smoke. Now I just would like to get my authentic complexion back Specially on my face. I started providing Uncooked lemon to my face for 3 days. Nothing at all happened. I want some easy recommendations to resolve this. Thanks. As I grow old I have been seeking something that could assistance sluggish the ageing system down a little. On the other hand, our skin is below assault 24/seven by quite a few aspects – ranging from involuntary publicity to damaging radiation (including the Sunlight) to eating plan. Keep away from investing an excessive amount time during the Sunshine, and often put on sunscreen when you do. Select sunscreen with a minimum of 15 SPF. You'll want to wear it each day, even in the darker, colder Wintertime months. Egg whites assistance tighten skin, earning them a powerful home treatment for reducing appearance of crow’s-toes below and close to eyes. That’s a wonderful strategy! I as well use coffee grounds & coconut oil for cellulite. I didn’t know i could freeze. I used to be maintaining a bunch of made use of grounds in a very mason jar w a dab of coconut oil in my shower. I really like the frozen version as a substitute. May function very best because it’s stored fresh new. Will test. I’ll have to help keep an eye out for them. I don’t Feel my food market carries them, but I believe I'm sure an area the place I’ll be capable of finding them. Thanks!! Utilizing a mask everyday might be a bit an excessive amount of for skin. Test https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iVZ6srdJX30 out two periods each week and when it adjusts with the skin, You should utilize it around 4 situations weekly. Her buddies have been impressed at how excellent her skin appeared and pestered her for your recipes so she decided to set them on line so she could assistance Anyone. Invalid e mail deal with Subscribe to L'Oréal Paris Emails By enrolling I comprehend and agree to the privateness plan and conditions of provider, such as the use of arbitration and also the waiver of any course or team claim to solve disputes. To your skin care pure face masks, there is not any organic component that may be a reasonably near substitute for turmeric. About the milk, powder milk will function best because the mixture will only need a little quantity of water. If you use liquid milk, you won't get the good thing about milk by this minor amount of money. If you do not need to use milk,just liquefy the coffee with a few drops of water and after that include yogurt. This information was co-authored by our trained workforce of editors and scientists who validated it for precision and comprehensiveness. You may use this mask daily. Immediately after utilizing this mask, if you feel your skin remains to be dry you may apply a good selfmade moisturizer ( ) or every other moisturizer of one's option. Meditate. https://www.facebook.com/steptoremedies/posts/2088296957930240 is an historic practice that's been about for hundreds of years—and permanently rationale! Many of us find that it can help them obvious their minds and chill out.

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@ Pralad: You should choose care of one's skin consistently. Include things like the following tips is your skin care plan. Combine a person tablespoon of organic Uncooked honey and 50 percent a freshly squeezed lemon in to your bowl and utilize around your face, steering clear of the attention location. Now, Permit your skin soak up all this goodness for fifteen-half-hour (based upon how delicate your skin is). Wash away with heat drinking water, finishing with just one splash of chilly water to close your pores. Pat gently with a towel to dry. Enable your skin breathe For the remainder of the working day, or comply with up with your favorite moisturizer/serum. The #one cause of wrinkles is sun harm, so it is vital to utilize a sunscreen of at the very least 30 SPF from your early decades on even in Wintertime and on cloudy days. A great trick is to purchase two moisturizers: Just one for the night time and a person for that working day that includes UV safety. Just how much you exfoliate is up for discussion. Some Girls have skin that gets scaly swiftly. Some others glance dewy and new with minimal fuss. Dermatologist Dr. By drying out the skin and bringing each blood and oxygen into the skin’s surface, cinnamon will make a very good acne fighter. (ii) Orange juice is stuffed with Vitamin C, so operate to rejuvenate skin cells and lessens wonderful traces and wrinkles. Mix honey and cinnamon alongside one another, and use towards your face. Leave the mask on for ten-thirty minutes. The antibacterial Houses of both equally honey and cinnamon make this honey mask ideal acne-vulnerable skin. Filled with citric acid, lightens dark skin and evens out discoloration. Diminishes dark places and pimples blemishes. 3. Honey is a organic moisturiser which allows in keeping skin delicate and supple. I generally use two-three drops of purely natural moisturiser in face packs to keep the contents very well balanced so that the mask will not strip the all-natural moisture and hydration from my skin. Since it burns I am able to’t leave it on for way too prolonged. I clean it off and apply the rest of the banana and leave it on for 15-twenty min and clean it off with cold drinking water and complete off with a moisturiser. I am loving it. Perfect for troubled skin. In my view it is an effective combination for a mask to deal with acne and pimples, as a consequence of next reasons: (i) Cinnamon may help rid your face or again of acne by equally drying out the skin and, once again, bringing blood and oxygen to the skin surface. Yes, You should use banana with orange peel powder. For superior benefits include in total cream milk also and come up with a thick paste. Apply this mask on all the face, preventing eye region and go away it about half an hour. Then gently take out it with warm h2o (don’t rub your face as it can irritate your skin). I use weekly after Multanimitti with Rose water, Sandal with Rose water and experimented with Papaya fruit pulp with Banana , lemon , cucumber mask, only papaya with Besan Powder and tomoto juice with lemon. I actually fed up using this acne and oil on my fore head System: Take a ripe banana and mash it which has a spoon or a fork in a bowl until it types a smooth lump absolutely free pulp. Add 1 tsp. of honey and 1 tsp. of lemon juice and mix the substances completely. Wash your face by using a moderate cleaning soap and make use of a delicate towel to pat it dry. I by no means realized a banana could possibly be so flexible from the alternative ways You may use it. Thanks. Voted up.

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The usage of egg white face mask remedies is growing in reputation in spas all around the entire world simply because they provide a number of Added benefits into the skin with no severe side effects that ingredients like retinol and alpha hydroxy acids in some cases trigger. Nonetheless, before you decide to choose to use an egg white mask, you must understand how it'd influence your skin and regardless of whether it will have any effect on the kind of skin difficulties you’re trying to handle. Cinnamon can be harsh on sensitive skin. For those who have delicate skin, take a look at the mask around the back of one's hand initially. I've attempted lots of property facials, but I have in no way heard about, or tried a banana mask before. This really is so fascinating :). I can't wait around to test it. Many thanks for sharing, so you're images are awesome. When it’s put on the skin rather than with your belly, sugar can be a good magnificence assist. It’s moisturizing; it contains glycolic acid, which encourages cell turnover for youthful-wanting skin; and its tiny particles make a terrific exfoliant.[1] You can mix sugar with any range of ingredients to make your own personal face mask. This effortless banana face mask uses turmeric and baking soda that may help you get glowing skin and cut down pimples and blemishes. Stay acne-absolutely free with common application. Do you do a thing Odd like rubbing some thing around your face right before a date (or something vital), too? Or possibly https://en.search.wordpress.com/?src=organic&q=skin+care+tips may have A different humorous ritual? I’d enjoy to listen to about it! Leave me a remark and let me know so I know I’m not the only weirdo who does this stuff Increase all of the components in a little bowl. Use a fork to finely mash the banana although mixing the substances. If the combination is simply too thick, Be at liberty to include a few drops of drinking water. Don’t push really hard. The sugar will do its work even with Light strain, so resist the urge to press down difficult while you distribute it more than your skin. It just felt 'organic' to choose up the eggshell and dab the remaining white onto my face esp concentrating around the parts beneath my eyes.. its worked for me at any time considering the fact that withj no damaging Negative effects so try out it on your own.. :) go natural! Stay away from utilizing a sponge to exfoliate your face as these can entice useless skin and microbes, creating you extra very likely to split out. The proteins that are contained within an egg white mask support the skin enhance and retain its elasticity, which can be crucial On the subject of minimizing the looks of wrinkles. You’ll get quite possibly the most Advantages using Uncooked honey. And if you’re willing to splurge, you may’t defeat Manuka honey. This honey from your Manuka tree in New Zealand and Australia is undoubtedly an antibacterial superfood with a great deal of immunity and first-help Added benefits. will test, appears simple plenty of. can these be created in advance and just how long will it maintain for once egg white is removed from egg shell? Save the egg yolk and discard the egg white (or put it aside for another recipe). Egg yolks not merely assist nourish and moisturize your skin, However they may additionally aid minimize the appearance of blemishes. You need to use the egg white to help make a simple face mask. To learn the way to make one, make reference to the part on this page on creating a straightforward mask.

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Let it dry. You may utilize a third layer of whisked egg whites soon after 5 minutes for greater skin tightening. Merge matcha powder, honey and oil in a little bowl and mix very well. (When you don’t have matcha powder, Minimize open a green tea bag and utilize the leaves.) Implement this to your face and go away it for quarter-hour right before washing off warm h2o. Honey has awesome antibacterial Qualities that enable sooth discomfort and motivate the growth of latest skin tissue. Preparing: Combine the three ingredients to acquire a high-quality, uniform mixture. Permit it stand for around ten minutes. did not point out amount, and it is floor coffee just not the moment just one, correct? as well as powder milk? can it's use something else, milk has fat : Smear the thick paste on your face & neck leaving the eye and lip location bare. Depart it on for fifteen-twenty minutes. Slowly therapeutic massage the face with heat water to gently exfoliate. Wipe the mask off which has a wash cloth after which you can splash cold water on your face. Apply your standard moisturizer. @vishnum969: Certainly, egg white is extremely successful For several skin circumstances such as acne susceptible skin and ageing skin. I loved the eggwhite, lemon and honey mask and I will utilize it twice weekly. What recipes am i able to use for day-to-day to bolster my sagging skin, lighten the dark marks below my eyes and assist my turkey neck? Just give these masks a consider. They are really pretty much free of charge and you don’t require to search the planet for getting the necessary ingredients. Briefly, you have nothing to lose except your acne. Why not give it a try? Some assert this mask removes dark circles. So I've diluted this mask with water and applied it evenly below my eyes. It did make the beneath eyes appear rather less dim. Add the dairy solution and stir right until a smooth paste sorts. You can use significantly less dairy if you like a thicker paste. Before we move on to how to create the mask, let's consider the significance of Each individual of the other additional ingredients: How it works: Uncooked milk is useful to open up up the pores of the skin. This can help the banana to purify the skin from in just. The banana helps in maximizing the glow and wonder of the skin. Sorry, we just really need to ensure you're not a robot. For ideal final results, remember to make certain your browser is accepting cookies.

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Implement the combination in your face and neck. Using gentle, circular motions, apply the combination for your face and neck with your fingertips. No one will check out any facial products which never fetch any Added benefits. Bananas have an incredible advantage on your wellness and and also on our skin. People are: Several thanks, I stay up for attempting these masks. I make my own cheese, and wash my face with the whey - It is usually superb - I would consider combining it now with some of your respective mask substances! Many thanks Thanks a whole lot for amazing recommendations… I tried Banana + honey + Lemon combination face pack.. and its truly magic it began working on my face.. slowly my holes are disappearing and I am able to see circulation in my face…Thanks yet again Milk and Banana is among the finest combos for the face mask. Also, one of the simplest face masks being designed the banana and milk do miracles on your skin from smoothening to brightening. Technique: Have a ripe banana and mash it with a spoon or maybe a fork in a bowl till it sorts a easy lump free of charge pulp. Include 1 tsp. of honey and one tsp. of lemon juice and blend the components totally. Clean your face by using a mild soap and use a smooth towel to pat it dry. Bananas are full of iron, potassium. Honey is a purely natural healer. It had been even employed by Egyptians for managing there wounds and cuts. Following implementing face packs it is possible to often use ice cubes wrapped inside a towel to therapeutic massage your skin. This will likely pack up opened pores and forestall Dust and pollution from producing their way in. If you're able to and you've got the required components, then It's a necessity. Nonetheless if you don't have the required components or time, then make it Recurrent although not daily. Leave the mask on for quarter-hour. To prevent the mask from dripping everywhere, take into consideration laying down or sitting down in a snug chair with all your head tilted back. You may as well use this mask while in the bathtub if you are soaking or taking a stress-free bath. • Those with oily skin can implement a handmade face mask geared up by incorporating two tablespoons of environmentally friendly clay, one tablespoon of powdered milk, and slightly water in freshly squeezed orange juice taken from the medium-sized orange. Apply a moisturizer to your face and neck. Seal within the moisturizing outcomes on the scrub with all your favourite moisturizer. little herbs – I love using and recommending honey in my recipes In particular UMF Lively honey as it’s super strong like a healing, antimicrobial and moisturising ingredient. woooooow!!!!!!amazing great face masks…:D I've lots of challenges on my face like dark places,tough skin,blemishes…:( i just want to know what number of times in per week I am able to use these masks????and will i apply only banana each day???thank you…:)

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For hundreds of years, people have been making use of honey masks for a treatment for acne and for curing other marks, scars, spots, and blemishes. There is certainly not just just one recipe for a honey mask that treats acne, but relatively, it could be made from distinct combos of herbs along with other substances. That is utilized to discover certain browsers or devices once the obtain the service, which is used for security motives. This information is accurate and real to the most beneficial of your author’s knowledge and isn't meant to substitute for formal and individualized guidance from a certified Skilled. From time to time a slave or a felony was quickly granted the insignia and standing of royalty, only for being killed once the Pageant ended.[16] The Carnival of Venice, by which all are equivalent powering their masks, dates again to 1268 Advert.[17] The use of carnivalesque masks during the Jewish Purim festivities possibly originated inside the late fifteenth century, although some Jewish authors claim it's got generally been part of Judaic custom.[18] will surely test dis tomarow ….aaj i have to organize my chandan pack…. Kal pakka isko consider karoongi waise me tooo love having oranges a lot Caution: Aloe Vera supposedly has no Negative effects, and there aren't any stories of it getting allergenic. Even so, many people could possibly be allergic to honey. In https://www.wikihow.com/Make-Face-Masks-Using-Natural-Ingredients of your allergen history, it is best to test it in your wrist before you decide to apply it to the face. Just before source:- steptoremedies like polycarbonate have been invented, visors to guard the face needed to be opaque with tiny eyeslits, and ended up a sort of mask, as frequently in mediaeval satisfies of armour, and (such as) Outdated Norse grímr meant "mask or visor". Disguise These an artist holds a highly regarded situation in tribal Modern society due to the do the job that he or she makes, embodying not merely elaborate craft procedures but additionally spiritual/social and symbolic know-how.[27] African masks will also be used in the Mas or Masquerade with the Caribbean Carnival. There are plenty of banana face mask Rewards one just should know about which mask is finest for what skin type. For this, we have been in this article that may help you as We now have classified the face masks based on the various skin care requirements. In Roman gladiatorial tournaments masks ended up from time to time made use of. From archaeological proof it is clear that these have been not just protective but in addition helped make the wearer look much more intimidating. -They continue on to drip, even after application and can produce very a mess on your own flooring or clothing. The best face mask for acne can’t be obtained at a dear Office retailer. In actual fact, it only consists of one particular component and it’s most likely by now inside your pantry! It’s amongst my own favorites: the Uncooked honey mask. It is a thing that the many beauty industries are employing in their solutions as a consequence of it several skin Positive aspects. Fundamentally, the quantity of honey ought to be ample To combine nicely Using the pulp. Blend properly right into a uniform paste plus your apple honey mask is able to use.

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Whether it is The standard really hard-boiled eggs which can be elevated into mouthwatering deviled eggs or boiled egg sandwiches, or simply creamy poached eggs with a stunning runny yolk, eggs are an very cheap and adaptable home staple. didn't point out amount, which is ground coffee just not the instant just one, appropriate? as well as powder milk? can it's use another thing, milk has Excess fat : Hi Samm! Sure You can utilize honey and minimal drops of water. But milk or milk derivatives get the job done very best in mask but I have delicate acne inclined skin (with a few new wrinkles as well :/ I'm only 27 a long time previous while) could it be Okay for me?! Can used coffee grounds get the job done In this particular recipe? I’d prefer to utilize the grounds from my espresso machine right after my morning coffee! Incorporate the olive oil or coconut oil. You will require two teaspoons of olive oil. The olive oil will moisturize your face, leaving the skin feeling smooth and sleek. If you don't have olive oil, You need to use coconut oil as a substitute, and that is also quite moisturizing. My skin is Tremendous sensitive And that i split out like crazy if I use coconut oil on my face. It seems to work great if I utilize it essentially everywhere else on my human body…go figure. Cut down your anxiety levels. Anxiety can don't just wreck havoc on your thoughts and rest, but your skin at the same time. It may result in acne, breakouts, and various skin troubles. Established real looking objectives and limits yourself, and depart time each week so that you can do things that you take pleasure in. Subscribe to America's premier dictionary and get hundreds extra definitions and State-of-the-art lookup—advert absolutely free! Mix the egg white and lemon juice. Utilizing a fork, speedily whisk The 2 substances until the egg white will become foamy and frothy. It’s loaded n antioxidants and can help your skin for getting smoother and improved. If you want for more youthful searching, wholesome skin, then as an alternative to an apply switch to an orange every day. two. Lemon juice is ability packed with all the goodness of vitamin C and is very good for oily skin. It clears blackheads and whiteheads and likewise stops new breakouts. It clears current acne likewise and lightens complexion about a time period with standard use. Lately, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Go5TQBn0kf0 started out Placing coffee extract in lots of in their formulas. And permanently explanation! Wow, I can’t wait to do this! Planning to try out it tonight since I can’t hold out. Right here ’s the insane point I placed on my face. …I purchase the huge aloe leaves while in the deliver segment at Wegmans. I peel them and Reduce the insides into minimal chunks which i put in the jar and continue to keep within the fridge.

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This material is accurate and legitimate to the most effective from the author’s understanding and isn't intended to substitute for formal and individualized tips from an experienced Qualified. Terrific posting. It is good to grasp that there are normal components within your kitchen cupboard or refrigerator which could double up as skin nutrition for mend and wonder. Avocados and bananas are 2 of one of the most moisturizing ingredients found in face masks. Incorporate the honey and you've got the perfect mask for Tremendous dry skin. hi That is first time l,ve ever utilized egg white & witch hazel, wow wish id heard about it prior to it good , l get bags less than my eyes which has most deffo served the luggage , thanx a great deal of , if Anybody has any orther Strategies that will help bags beneath eyes id be so greatfull, thanx yet again xx Refreshing papaya mashed , some drops of lime juice mixed in helps make a nice mask for getting older skin. Papaya is higher in Enzymes. It firms the skin and allows also with sunburn. I retain it on for approximately 20 to thirty minutes . When you say Egg White, does it actually must be an genuine egg white or can I use egg white from a carton? I've an Egg white Carton and I want to ask if it is similar to making use of an Genuine Egg white Egg. Is any individual obtaining this? LOL! Chorus from speaking or smiling Along with the mask on mainly because stretching the restricted skin may possibly lead to wrinkles to appear. Inside the hour it will require to get a chemical peel, you will take a 12 months from a face. Are not able to manage the value tag to get a month-to-month peel? Check out some over-the-counter peels that operate above the study course of per month, like Dr. Dennis Gross Skincare Alpha Beta Peel (buy from Amazon). These are frequently crafted from leather-based with appendages of fur, feathers or leaves. Some cover the face, some The full head and tend to be very abstracted sorts. Navajo masks seem like inspired with the Pueblo prototypes.[33][34] The top face mask for acne can’t be purchased at an expensive Division store. In reality, it only consists of one ingredient and it’s possibly now in your pantry! It’s considered one of my personalized favorites: the Uncooked honey mask. Let it dry. You could possibly implement a third layer of whisked egg whites immediately after five minutes for higher skin tightening. In sport the protective mask will often Possess a secondary operate to produce the wearer seem much more extraordinary as being a competitor. An additional tradition of European masks created, much more self-consciously, from court docket and civic gatherings, or entertainments managed by guilds and co-fraternities. These grew away from the earlier revels and had develop into obvious because of the fifteenth century in locations like Rome, and Venice, the place they created as entertainments to enliven towns and towns. As a result the Maundy Thursday carnival in St Marks Sq. in Venice, attended because of the Doge and aristocracy also involved the guilds, together with a guild of maskmakers. @Llzziforan: It is not encouraged to keep on any face mask on overnight. Preferably you should keep on a face for quarter-hour. An individual essentially asked me about trying to keep their yogurt face mask on for The complete night time and I gave a similar reaction. You could find the remark listed here: ...

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Considering that the peel is full of vitamin C, it safeguards skin from totally free radical problems, keeps acne at bay and promotes a wholesome glowing skin. The oatmeal deep cleanses your pores and drives out any Grime, grime and oil within the surface with the skin. Here's 5 efficient face packs for an acne-no cost skin. Use a ripe avocado so that it's much easier to mash it right into a lump-free of charge paste. You may also freeze, then thaw it prior to mashing to create matters simpler. Should you have a blender, use it as an alternative to a fork to swiftly and proficiently Mix the avocado into a lump-free of charge puree. If you will get the mask with your eyes, It's going to be pretty irritating. If you ingest it, the raw egg within the mask might cause food stuff poisoning. You can use this to streamline signing up for, or signing in for your Hubpages account. No knowledge is shared with Facebook Unless of course you have interaction using this type of attribute. (Privacy Policy) Exfoliation may be the step many people skip in their weekly skincare regimen. But if you start correctly exfoliating your skin, you can see an Virtually fast variation. How often am i able to do the skin brightening mask? is also the mask reusable or should really I come up with a fresh new batch each time? Baking soda in this treatment can help in eliminating the surplus oil within the pores that may clog up the pores bringing about acne breakouts. Deal with yourself to an opulent wax treatment like they are doing in posh spas worldwide. Dip hands into heat wax then peel away leaving hands tender and supple. Decide on one which fits your skin kind and also you are with your approach to finding quite a few benefits of honey on your skin! An orange peel face mask may possibly audio like a strange notion, but it surely has many Advantages to supply for the skin. It is full of antioxidants and vitamin C that assistance tighten and tone the skin, supplying it a wholesome glow. @IntimatEvolution: Thank you! Normal magnificence is far safer than chemical cosmetics and I'm extremely enthusiastic about them. If whatsoever any skin issue prolongs even right after having tried out these remedies for over a stretch of time then it's best prompt to refer to a expert or a fantastic dermatologist. This is often used to gather details on traffic to article content as well as other webpages on our internet site. Unless you are signed in to your HubPages account, all personally identifiable information is anonymized. The elements expected for creating orange peel face mask for your oily skin and acne are provided below.

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Worm Liveblog: End.

So thats how Worm ends.... where do I begin?

I haven't done a serious liveblog for the second half because I just wanted to take it all in, but I guess I'm at the point now where the taking it in is over and I need to vomit out some words. The fact that I'm writing this one in a word processor instead of the Tumblr text editor means I'm already subconsciously knowing that this is going to be pretty long, so buckle up.

In short? It was awesome. Everything in the story came together perfectly. At the beginning I just couldn't concieve an ending that would involve Cauldron, Scion, Endbringers, Passengers, and all the various capes in a way that was satisfying. But it was pulled off pretty damn well.

Let's take a look at some of my predictions and use those as launch points for some discussion:

- Arc 1: "Taylor remains adamant about being good even after enjoying the company of the villains. Her descent to evil will be a slow corruption, but the story will justify it by making the superheroes look bad."

She did indeed descend into madness as Khepri, with a large focus on self-justification. Taylor always thinks she's doing the right thing, which is a staple of any good villain. Except she wasn't truly a villain and did save the day in the end. Except she accept her villainy and wanted to die in the end. Except the heroes decided to keep her alive. So the morals are all over the place. In the end, Taylor gets a happy ending. With (kinda) both her parents, and a self that isn't defined by her powers. Skitter and Weaver were personas shaped by her Passenger, and for all intents and purposes were actually killed in the end. But Taylor, the little girl from the beginning of the story, gets the happy ending.

- Arc 3: "the Birdcage sounds like an interesting location. And no story ever says “No one has ever escaped that prison!” without the protag later escaping that prison (or the big bad to show how big and bad they are)."

Nope. The Birdcage was made rather pointless by Doormaker, despite the set-up that teleportation tricks wouldn't work. Even Kehpri, without much practice with Doorman's power, was able to break in and out easily. There wasn't the all out war in the Birdcage that I expected, but I expect a similar prison to be used in Ward, perhaps the same Birdcage but upgraded. At the very least it made Panacea much more tolerable and brought in Marquis, one of the coolest parahumans. But it also introduced Teacher, one of the more boring ones. Assuming Ward is a true direct sequel, I expect Teacher to go down in the first few arcs as the intro-villain before being surpassed by someone a thousand times more evil.

- Arc 5: " It’s too obvious that Grue’s little sister will get powers".. " Regent’s gonna die real soon. He’s expendable."... "Taylor is going to get a good boost to her power soon"

Correct on all accounts. Imp is one of the best characters left alive by the end. Regent had to go because Taylor just ends up with a better version of his power. It's left pretty vague when she had her second trigger event thought. I'd guess sometime during Leviathan? It was after that, when she took over her territory, that her multi-tasking powers really ramped up.

- Arc 10: "Everything happening went right over my head until they arrived at the Wards after being “caught”, which is to say I didn’t realize we were being introduced to Regent’s actual power of body possession. A power eerily similar to what I guessed Taylor’s endgame powers would be, just a bit more limited and requiring conscious movement on Regent’s part for every motion and not how Taylor just taps into natural instincts."

So let's talk about Khepri. Taylor finally thinks she has the power-limitation thing figured out, so she goes to Panacea who just... kinda gets it instantly? A bit odd that the ability for Taylor to go crazy like that was so easily reached and out of nowhere. But I guess Panacea had gotten to the point where she barely needed to second-guess messing with someone's head. So Taylor comes up with a crazy idea and 5 minutes later has powers worthy of instantly jumping to Class-S, taking control of every parahuman in existence with some quick synergy, combining Doormaker and his clairvoyent bf and ballooning in power like a good Binding of Isaac build. Thematically though, it works beautifully. She's become the Queen of her swarm, with all of humankind nothing but insects in comparison to a mighty godlike entity. Scion treated humans like we would ants, toying with them as one would burn ants with a magnifying glass. But as Taylor proved with her insects against humans, enough humans working together through a hivemind can overcome an entity thousands of times their scale. She killed the impenetrable Alexandria by commanding bugs, and now the immortal Scion by commanding humans. Wow you can really look back at the first few arcs where the teenage girl is learning about the heroes and say "yeah she fucking kills all of them eventually, weird huh?"

- Epilogue

Where does the story go now? Assuming again, that Ward is a standard sequel. Which it heavily implied by Bitch's epilogue, with trigger events now going haywire without Scion and being a very cool way to get his POV on the last few moments of his life. Teacher is doing his thing but again, I assume that wouldn't last for long into a sequel besides getting a new hero protag set-up with someone easy to fight. Dragon and Defiant had a very touching epilogue, and I'm excited that at least they might be around for a whole other 2 million word story. Unsarcastically: these characters are good enough to warrant ~44 YA novels worth of story. I'd hope that Taylor doesn't make much more than a cameo though, her story is over. But if this story grew to be so epic in scale, its hard to imagine a sequel that wouldn't involve Earth Aleph getting fucked up. Imp is set-up to get a pretty good protag role, I'd wager one of the Heartbreaker kids as the most likely to get the main POV. Someone with the birthright of a villain proving themselves to be a Hero, in contrast to Taylor being a hero trapped as a villain and succoming to the role. Although I've figured out myself that Dragon already fills the role as her foil, being coded and trapped into being a Hero against her will, with the pun of being a "Wyrm". Which might have made for a cool sequel name, albiet a very confusing one when talked about out-loud.

Is a sequel to a nearly 2 million word story needed? I'd say.... yeah. There's still plenty left unanswered. The Endbringers for instance. It's implied that Eidolon made them, outside the knowledge of anyone else, but only really implied. They go silent after Scion goes down for some reason. How much did The Simurgh know of the future? She was responsible for setting up Panacea's stay in the Birdcage (fitting name here) and of the Yang-Ban Emperor being one that was critical for Taylor to have control over after Panacea fucked up her head. So did she know about Khepri? She was, after all, responsible for setting up Echidna, the only other Human-Turned-Endbringer. And what of Scion's partner? How did Cauldron kill something like that? Granted it was the more passive of the cherubic-twins. (Aranea's talk about Cherubs was before the Interlude about the Entity right? Let's check... Aranea's was in March 2013, 26.X Interlude was in August 2013.... pretty crazy to both have the idea of invincible serpents flying through the multiverse, reproducing by tearing their scales off, with one more aggressive and one more focused on passively studying humans, granted I’m taking some liberties but you get the idea) (Chuckles the Clown raised Scion calling it now). But I guess the same odds as Vriska/Marceline being introduced the same summer with the defining traits of "grey skin, gay, and loves wearing red-colored boots".

This would be the part where I talk about how emotionally wrecked I am from this journey being over. Of investing in these characters and seeing them grow up. From clueless children to powerful pseudo-gods with the power to kill unfathomable monstrosities. Of the good times and the bad, of the nostalgia of the simple bank heist scenes, of taking a moment to remember those that didn't make it. Regent, Emma, Clockblocker, Grue, Taylor's virginity. Damn, Clockblocker dieing actually hurt me the most. Maybe I should say a few words about how Worm has changed me as a person and become one of those major pillars supporting my future that I'll someday look back on with "that specifically effected the way I Create" as Homestuck once did.

But no, I don't get to say that quite yet. Because even after 6 months. Of reading almost nightly since I started on the plane-ride home from spending a weekend across the country with my boyfriend, knowing it would be this long and still not see him again and deciding to start on this journey to take my mind off being in such an emotional ride home. Thousand of feet in the air and reading about some girl trapped in a bathroom stall having juice poured on her head... Half a year dedicated to Worm, around 5 times longer than it took me to read Homestuck. Nearly 2 million words, an estimated 22 regular novels in length, longer than the entire Percy Jackson series I was obsessed with as a teenager (probably not anymore, theres way too many of those) and now, having read that much, what can I say now?

There's still more I haven't read.

Guess this liveblog is gonna keep going into Ward

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Guess What? I’m Not a Robot Ch7

Summary:Things are looking up, which means they can only get much, much worse.

Chapter Warnings: Self harm. Mentions of suicide

Word Count: 3,378

5PM Wednesday 27th October 2038

Megan got back to the flat just under an hour later, like she thought, and was presented with a great smell from the kitchen.

One day, I’m asking him how to cook like that. She decided as she dropped her bag by her desk and looked over at the kitchen. Paul was just taking a dish out of the oven, almost oblivious to her presence. Almost.

“Good evening Megan. Dinner is almost ready.”

“Thanks Paul,” Megan went over to the kitchen and sat at the table, which had already been set. “Anything happen?”

“You have a missed call, but I determined that it was a spam call. I did not get around to checking your mail, but you appear to have already done that.”

“I did. Pizza place updated their menu and sent them out to regular customers. I guess I don’t qualify anymore.”

“A treat is good for mental health,” Paul almost sounded like he was smirking, although it was difficult to tell as he was facing away from Megan. “Tonight is cottage pie, with enough for leftovers tomorrow.”

“Thanks again Paul.”

As she ate, Megan found herself thinking. Just over a week ago, this wouldn’t have been happening. She’d have gotten home and stepped through the mess to sit at her computer, maybe with a massive bag of chips or in a half mind to order takeout.

Instead, the apartment was clean, and she was eating well. Since she wasn’t the one doing these things she hadn’t lost any time to work, in fact she was more relaxed about that. Things seemed to be getting better.

3PM Friday 29th October 2038

Megan stared at the hard copy of her assignment. A large, immaculately written letter ‘C’ sat in the corner, with small, but neat print at various points throughout the essay as feedback.

A ‘C’, she’d gotten a ‘C’, on a paper she’d spent weeks on. Why?

She wanted to march up to the professor and scream at him, demand why all her hard work had been for such an awful grade. There must have been a mistake!

Except, the professor, and therefore, the grader, was an android. Androids don’t make mistakes like that. She deserved that grade.

She quietly left the lecture hall, any plans to actually attempt to attend other lectures disintegrating. Outside the sun was glaring obnoxiously, making it hard to see as strode towards the bus stop, hands shoved deep in her pockets and shoulders hunched up to her ears. She did not want to deal with anyone.

There was a droning noise up ahead that informed Megan that she had missed the bus. With a groan she slowed her pace, knowing that the next bus was going to take another twenty minutes to show up. Not that long, but long enough.

You would have caught it if you hadn’t spend so long staring at your paper

Megan tensed as that voice made itself known. Popping up whenever she really didn’t want it.

Actually, if you hadn’t gotten a ‘C’ you’d have spent less time staring at it. Should have worked harder.

I worked as hard as I could.

Did you? Did you really? Because that grade says otherwise.

Megan’s shoulders sank as she accepted this. Yes, maybe she hadn’t worked on it as hard as she thought. Obviously, she could have done better.

This is second year as well, when the grades really start mattering. It’ll only get worse from here. Might as well give up now.

Why? No one will miss you on your course. Alex only talks to you because they feel sorry for you. You haven’t heard from your parents in ages.

Paul would

Paul’s an android. A machine. You honestly think he gives a shit? You’re a blip to him. You not being there would be a mild inconvenience. He could easily go back to the Beckwiths.

Megan’s hands clenched so hard in her pockets that her fingernails started to dig crescents into her palms.

Shut up

You’re not denying it

SHUT UP!

Megan tried to focus on something, anything else! The poster from the other night was still there, undamaged. Guess she was wrong about that too.

She grumbled deep in her throat and just tried not to think, focusing on her breathing. Her attention kept being stolen by other students who had arrived to wait for the bus.

She tried to move out of their way, only to end up stepping on someone’s foot. They swore violently as Megan stammered out muttered apologies. She managed to get to the far side of the stop so she could breathe, but that damn voice would not shut up.

Stop it. Shut up, just, leave me alone.

That really is pathetic isn’t it? Telling a voice inside your own head to shut up.

The bus finally, finally arrived, and Megan ended up being the last one, which made that inner voice kick up a notch for no good reason!

Megan pulled her hood out from underneath her bag straps and pulled it over her head, trying to block out everything. That didn’t last long as that voice told her that she’d probably miss her stop doing that, so she reluctantly pulled it back down.

The entire bus ride that voice kept whispering to her, telling her to do things that she hadn’t done in a while, before Paul arrived in her life. It was tempting though. It was so tempting.

No. The bus ride would calm her down. Forty odd minutes of doing and saying nothing could have a very calming effect.

This mindset lasted until the next stop, where a bunch of school kids got on. They were all screaming and talking loudly and Megan wondered if it was worth trying to sneak into the android compartment for some peace.

A bottle hit her on the back of the head. Empty thankfully, but now those kids were laughing and the android compartment was very, very enticing. Except she was at the front of the bus and the kids had occupied all of the back seats.

Another projectile flew by and narrowly missed her, making her sink lower in her seat to avoid them.

“Knock it off back there!” someone yelled, and some of the kids went quiet, and some of them laughed.

You could have said that. Should have given them hell for the bottle. But then you probably would have gotten a much different response. You’re about as intimidating as a marshmallow.

4.10PM Friday 29th October 2038

“Megan. You’re home early,” Paul noted as he heard the door open and slam shut. There was a thud as Megan dropped her bag by the door, but no verbal response. This was rarely a good thing. “Megan?”

Paul looked out of the kitchen in time to see the bathroom door slam shut. Odd, if she was feeling bad she would usually go to her room. Maybe she just really needed to use the toilet.

He got back to what he was doing, but his processors were telling him that something didn’t add up. Megan always had her toilet lid down. He hadn’t heard it come up.

Other troubling things came to mind from when he first cleaned the bathroom, things that Megan probably hadn’t been thinking about at the time. Disposable razor blades in the bin. Badly cleaned bloodstains in the shower pod.

Paul’s LED flickered red.

He began to analyse Megan’s behaviour. Low self care, lack of motivation, poor diet, extreme emotional reaction to small stimuli, little to no exercise.

It did not bode well.

He strode over to the bathroom door and knocked. “Megan, is everything alright?”

“Yes!” Megan called back, but there something off with her tone. Strained. It was a similar tone that Mrs Beckwith would use when she was in pain but didn’t want to admit it.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!”

There was that tone again. Paul was certain Megan was lying, and something was, off, in his coding. It occurred to him that she hadn’t lied to him about how she was feeling before. At least, not without using the word ‘fine’.

“Megan, is it alright if I come in?”

“No!” the word was loud, panicked. “Don’t come in here!”

He could almost see the order. A red barrier on the bathroom door that read ‘do not go in’

This was not in his programming. He was a household assistant droid, not a mental health droid. Yet, there was something, something in his code...

The barrier was no longer intangible. It was there, in front of him. It was between him and Megan, and there was a high chance that Megan needed help. His help.

He couldn’t tell if he was doing this physically or if this was in his head, but he began to knock down this barrier. It was hard, it went against everything in his programming. This was not what he was designed to do. It, it almost hurt.

Yet he was doing it. It was being torn down. Piece by piece until...

Until with a startling realisation, it wasn’t there anymore. He could go into the bathroom.

He tried the handle first, but found that it wouldn’t budge. There was nothing in the bathroom to block the door, so it must be locked.

“Megan! Megan open the door!”

“Everything’s fine! Don’t come in!”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t believe you!”

There was silence on Megan’s end for a second before she let a weak request.

“Please just go away.”

Megan sounded like she was trying not to cry, and suddenly so did Paul. Something in his chest ached, which made no sense because he didn’t have pain receptors. But this hurt damnit!

“Megan, I’m coming in!” since the door was locked Paul had to resort to drastic measures.

He slammed his shoulder into the door, aiming to break the latch holding the door shut. If he had been human he would have most likely have broken a bone. Luckily for him, he wasn’t, and the door was quite flimsy.

The lock broke and Paul stumbled in, quickly taking in the scene.

The bathroom was mostly un-disturbed, so he focused on the shower stall in the far right corner. In it Megan had her back pressed against the back of it, legs crossed and one arm resting on a knee with the sleeve rolled up. In the other hand she was holding a razor blade, and the resting arm was dripping red.

She was looking up at the door, her face oddly blank despite the obvious tear tracks down her pale face.

Paul paused, mouth moving as he tried to speak, but nothing came out. Instead he walked over, trying not to go too fast in case he spooked her, and kneeled down just on the outside of the small pod.

“Megan...” he started, but stopped as she looked down, her shoulders shaking.

“I-I’m s-sorry,” she stammered, voice thick.

“It’s alright, it’s alright,” there was an odd feeling in his chest that he couldn’t place, so he ignored it for now. Instead he reached for Megan’s hand, gently taking the razor blade off of her.

He put it to one side on the floor before looking at Megan. There wasn’t that much blood, she hadn’t gotten far with this, but first aid would still be required. He remembered that there was a first aid kit in the cabinet about the bathroom sink.

“I’m just going to get a first aid kit, okay?”

Megan nodded and he stood up to get it. It was exactly where he thought it was and he placed by the sink before going back to Megan.

“Let’s get you over to the sink to clean your arm.”

Megan nodded listlessly and made no move to get up, so Paul wrapped her other arm around his shoulder and pulled her up. She stumbled a little, partially due to the height difference, but quickly found her feet.

“You’re going to be alright,” Paul reassured and Megan made a short uncommitted groan.

It didn’t take long for them to reach the sink and Paul turned on the faucet, guiding the injured arm under the stream of water.

Megan sucked in air through her teeth as the water hit the new injuries and started to move away. Paul didn’t let go and they waited until most of the blood had been washed away. Since the wounds were still bleeding he pulled her arm out and quickly drying the arm with a towel. Once that was done he started applying the bandages, trying hard not to look at the rest of the arm.

There were only a few fresh cuts, so bandaging didn’t take long. Despite trying, Paul couldn’t help but notice criss cross scars up that arm. Some old, some, not so much.

She always wore long sleeved shirts, he realised. Even her pyjamas had long sleeves.

Job done he refocused on Megan’s face. She wasn’t looking at anything in particular, face mostly angled down.

He let go of her arm, which automatically cradled against her chest, a move which told him that she had dealt with this before.

LED still blinking red he put his arm around her shoulders and guided her out of the bathroom. The two of them sat down on the couch, and Megan automatically curled up, bringing her knees and trying to pull away from Paul.

Confused, he let her, and she lay on her side, injured arm tucked tight against her chest while her other arm wrapped around her knees.

The two remained in silence, both trying to wrap their heads around what the hell just happened.

“What...” Paul finally broke the silence. “What exactly were you trying to do?”

Megan took a while to respond, and Paul was tempted to repeat the question. He managed to hold his tongue, giving Megan plenty of time.

“I-I d-don’t really know.”

“Were you trying to k-” Paul couldn’t finish the sentence for some reason. His programming couldn’t tell him why, but something eventually supplied the answer. He didn’t want to think about Megan being dead.

“...N-no. No I don’t think so,” Megan’s voice was quiet, a little shaky. “Might have gotten carried away though.”

Paul paused, trying to figure out how best to approach this.

“Why?” he immediately knew that wasn’t the best question, but he couldn’t take it back, and Megan was beginning to answer.

“Helps. I-I know it doesn’t, but. I-it feels like it does.”

“Helps with, what?”

“Mental pain, I-I guess,” Megan suddenly giggled, somewhat hysterically. “I’m a fucking mess, aren’t I?”

Paul didn’t respond, LED going yellow as he tried to work out what to do next. Megan didn’t lose a lot of blood, but still might need blood sugar replacing...

To some surprise he let out a small growl of frustration. He wasn’t a medical based android, he didn’t know! Not to mention, how he was now, he wasn’t sure he could download a medical program from CyberLife. He might be able to, but it wasn’t worth the risk.

A warm drink perhaps? Hot chocolate, but they didn’t have any cocoa powder. He could go get some, but that would mean leaving Megan alone...

He got up and went to the kitchen, having had an idea. Megan raised her head as he moved around, getting set up.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

“Attempting, homemade hot chocolate,” Paul had the milk, a mug and bar of chocolate ready to go. He poured milk into the mug which then went into the microwave. As that heated up he broke the chocolate bar into small pieces. This might work better on the hob, but microwave was quicker.

Said kitchen appliance beeped when time was up, and Paul got it out, dropping the chocolate in piece by piece and stirring it. He walked back to the couch as he stirred and place it on the coffee table.

“It’s still hot, but it might help once it’s cooled down.”

“...thanks,” Megan mumbled, and Paul sat back down next to her.

“...Should I call the hospital?”

“No,” Megan was quick, and firm. “I’m not hurt that bad.”

“This, this isn’t the first time you’ve done this,” it wasn’t a question, but Megan felt like she should answer.

“No, but it’s the first time in a while. I was doing so well!” she curled up tighter, and Paul was torn. He wanted to help her feel better, but he really didn’t know how to do that. The Beckwith’s hugged each other when they were upset, although Megan had not put herself in an easy position for that.

He shuffled a bit closer, but didn’t go for the hug. “Just, a particularly bad day?”

“You could say that.”

“Bad days happen,” it didn’t sound that convincing coming from Paul’s mouth. How would he know?

“Yeah. A lot.”

“Have, have you talked to someone about this?”

“...Other than you? No.”

“Maybe you should. Someone who can help.”

“I know,” she mumbled.

“You should go-”

“Can we not, please?”

Paul paused, looking harder at Megan. She hadn’t moved, but her shoulders had tensed up and her visible fist had clenched. He was making it worse.

“I-I’m sorry,” Paul stood up abruptly and felt the drink. It had cooled down by now, so he picked it up.

“Do, do you want your hot chocolate?”

Megan didn’t answer, but slowly uncurled to sit up properly. Her injured arm was still cradled against her chest, but she reached out with her free hand and took a sip.

“It’s really sweet,” she mumbled, internal filter not working.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t worry, wasn’t thinking,” Megan blinked rapidly and ducked her head for second. Paul stood a moment, then sat down. Uncertainly, he moved his arm around Megan’s shoulders, and when she didn’t move, he gently pulled her into a hug.

He felt her stiffen in surprise, then she sniffed loudly.

“Sorry.”

“Whatever for?”

“All, this,” Megan’s shoulders tensed all over again. “For, putting up with me. I know you didn’t get a choice in this.”

“Megan, listen to me,” the words sounded odd in his voice, but he kept going. “You have never been an annoyance, or a burden. You are human, with your problems. Honestly, I’m worried about what might have happened if the Beckwiths hadn’t given me to you.”

Megan sniffed again, and Paul felt something akin to a stomach drop when he realised that she was crying.

Paul fumbled to recover, LED flickering red. “Oh, I-I’m sorry, y-your crying...”

He stopped when he heard a small chuckle, mixed in with some crying. “Th-that’s not a bad th-thing. I-I needed t-to hear that.”

“Okay,” Paul relaxed a little bit. “If you’re sure.”

“Yeah,” Megan took another sip of the hot chocolate, then a longer swig.

The two sat in silence, hearing the low drone of Detroit outside the apartment, but not really listening to it. Both of them were wrapped up in their own thoughts, both noticing things about each other but not wanting to say it.

“Paul,” Megan said when she finished the drink. Her voice was stronger, calmer. She also hadn’t brought herself to move out of the hug. “Thank you. For, all of this.”

Paul didn’t verbally respond, even though he felt like he should. He just nodded and gave Megan’s shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“I, I should go to bed,” Megan stood, up, leaving Paul’s arm to trail for a moment before he brought it back. It was still early, but she was exhausted.

“Are you going to be okay?”

“I don’t plan on killing myself before morning, if that’s what you’re wondering,” the tone was light and Megan was smirking, but the smirk was tight and Paul could tell that the tone was forced.

“I’ll be here if you need me,” Paul assured, and Megan visibly relaxed.

“Thanks. I’ve said that so much already,” Megan shuffled, embarrassed.

“Say it as often as you need.”

Megan nodded awkwardly. “Okay, night Paul.”

“Goodnight Megan.”

Megan went to bed, and Paul stayed sitting on the couch. Now she was safe, he had his own problem to think about.

He was pretty sure he was a deviant now.

So, yeah, big things happening in this chapter. If this was a game, if you had a low enough relationship between the two, Paul wouldn't have turned deviant. Megan would have died, that story ends.

Although, the story will pick up a bit more now, become more emotionally charged, although we're still not at the time the main game starts. Yet, we will get there.

Also, first section from Paul's POV. All the details he mentioned would have been found in the cleaning up chapters. Other Options Flowchart

Dialogue: Tactful. Blunt

Don't make hot chocolate

Insist on calling the hospital

Stay quiet

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