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wikiangela · 10 months ago

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tease tidbit tuesday💀

tagged by @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @daffi-990 @fortheloveofbuddie @disasterbuckdiaz @hoodie-buck 💖

hi! so, yesterday I randomly opened the doc with the buddie death cast au - which is a fic I started writing last summer on vacation and never got back to it but then made progress lol it's gonna be MCD, which i know is not everyone's thing so feel free to ignore this 🤣 it's basically buddie in the universe of the "they both die at the end"/"the first to die at the end" books so it's gonna be sad, sorry lol (I never even read mcd, idk why i'm writing this but this idea just wants to be written i guess haha) gotta put this weird mood I've been in lately to good use and finally write this 🤣 not sure if I'm happy with this snippet, but it all needs editing, the first two snippets were written on my phone and haven't been edited yet lol

I posted two snippets so far, gonna link them both snippet 1 | snippet 2

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“Is all of this clear, Eddie?” she asks in the end.

“Yeah, sure, whatever.” he says shortly. He should've just hung up immediately. Or cancel this stupid subscription after Shannon died. Sometimes he wonders if maybe people who get the calls and coincidentally get into accidents, for example, just give up and refuse to fight because they think it’s their time. Not like Shannon could do much, her injuries were too severe when they got there, but the point stands. Maybe they get more reckless, thinking it doesn’t matter anyway.

There’s a short pause on the line, but then Jane speaks up again, her tone softer, more sympathy seeping through.

“I know it’s not easy to accept, if you’d like some help with that, on out website you can find therapists and grief counselors specializing in-”

“Listen.” Eddie interrupts. He’s spent enough time in therapy. He’s not doing it on his supposedly last day. “I know it’s all bullshit. I don’t care. You said what you had to say, I listened, for whatever reason.” he rolls his eyes. He really should’ve hung up, or not answered at all. “Is this conversation over yet?” he asks and is met with another moment of silence. She’s probably wondering what everyone else always is: why is he even spending money on this if he doesn’t believe. He has an answer ready to go, but that’s not what she asks.

“Can I ask you a question?” she says quieter, whispering, probably not allowed to go too much off-script.

“Sure, why not.” he shrugs. He’s wide awake now, anyway, he’s not in a hurry. Not like he’s dying anytime soon.

“If it was your last day, how would you spend it? You don’t have to answer, just think about it.” she adds quickly, her tone much softer and gentler now. Eddie’s mind immediately supplies a picture of Christopher and Buck, just a casual hang-out, like usual, maybe going to the movies, or the aquarium, or the planetarium, something fun for his kid. And later a gathering with the rest of their family, maybe a barbecue at Bobby and Athena’s, with Maddie and Chim, and Hen and Karen, all their kids, just everyone having fun together. Yeah, that’d be a perfect day. “There’s no harm in spending today just like this, if possible. Just in case.” Jane adds, still whispering. He doesn’t tell her that’s more or less his plan, anyway, for the evening after his 12-hour shift. During which nothing will happen to him, because Death-Cast doesn’t know shit. “Well, lastly, Eddie,” Jane’s voice is back at normal-volume, tone strictly professional but sympathetic, as she recites the end of her script, “on behalf of everyone here at Death-Cast, we’re so sorry to lose you. Live this day to the fullest.”

Eddie hangs up without a word.

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#tease tidbit tuesday #death cast buddie au #buddie wip #buddie fic #buddie #wikiangela writes #my writing #fic snippet #my wips #angst #buddie angst #mcd #i don't know how yet but eddie will die in this one bc apparently ive been in the mood to break my own heart lmao #i wanted to say maybe i'd share smth happier tomorrow but i don't think i have any happy wips im actively working on rn???#there are happy wips in general but im not really in the mood/inspired for those rn #ran out of happy when i finished the natalia fic i guess lol #who even am i lmao what's with all the angst and sad im usually all about fluff 🤣#(gonna share some more of alive shannon tomorrow!)#btw if you haven't read the books and have questions hmu but also i'll try to make everything clear in the fic lol #but also SO recommend the books they're so good and so sad and I think about them like at least once a week (the prequel wrecked me)

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emilysidhe · 5 months ago

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I just finished A Desolation Called Peace by Arkady Martine, the sequel to A Memory Called Empire, and I *loved* them both, but I’m still going to point out a few nit-picks I have with it, in order of petty to significant:

I do love and appreciate Mahit’s prioritizing her need to keep her sense of self as non-Teixcalaanli by refusing to live in the City until she’s certain that her love of its culture won’t consume her. Nevertheless, as a reader I continue to be more stressed out than the text wants me to be about how and when the Stationers’ visa applications are being processed when their sole-ambassador-who-has-no-staff is two months’ space travel away from her office on Teixcalaan. The one line about having her mail forwarded did not help!

A high-tech space empire typified by massive bureaucracy and high education standards that’s made first contact with aliens at least once before *must* have actual, qualified xeno-linguists somewhere in its government or academia. Three Seagrass assigning herself and Mahit to the task of deciphering an unknown alien language basically because she’s bored at her desk job and wants an excuse to see Mahit again is a way bigger deal than the characters or the text ever acknowledge. They are already having a border war with this species and the stakes of figuring out how to talk to them are so high, and Three Seagrass is like, “Well, as a poet, I’m really good at my own language and Mahit must be good at figuring out foreign languages and cultures since she understands ours so well, so that’s basically the same as being an actual linguist right?” No. I understand that taking someone with official qualifications along would have added another original character to an already expanded cast, and undercut Three Seagrass’s already flimsy excuses to drag Mahit into this, and created a third wheel to get in the way of developing Three Seagrass’ and Mahit’s relationship, but if the author wasn’t going to do it, there should have been either a stronger in-universe justification for Three Seagrass and Mahit to have at least no worse chance of success than a real language specialist like the Fleet requested, or a greater acknowledgement of how huge a dereliction of duty deciding to take an unqualified crack at this herself actually was.

Avoiding explicit spoilers, I didn’t like the resolution to the Darj Tarats subplot. Him being present in the final scene felt very contrived and also pointless. I kept wondering why, from a story perspective, he was even there - right up until his final line, which was like, “well, I guess I know why he had to be here for the story now, but I’m not sure this justifies him adding nothing to that whole previous scene.”

Also, why was he there from a character perspective? Like, he tells Dekakel Onchu that he’s going to do something, and then he doesn’t really seem to try to do that, he just - yells at Mahit in front of the Teixcalaanlitzlim like he thinks if he just berates her harshly enough she’ll make the battle go how he wants with - idk, magic I guess? - even though the general he wants her to manipulate is standing right there listening to all this. I get that he’s supposed to be a ruthless and power-abusing man who has spent so long obsessing over one idea for a master plan that he’s lost sight not only of the moral ramifications but also practical questions about whether it would even work the way he envisioned even if his agents obeyed him completely and has nothing left but to take it out on them when they don’t and it doesn’t, but I’m not sure that he’s intended to come off quite as foolish and shortsighted as he ultimately does.

Anyway, despite what it sounds like, I did genuinely love both of these books (somehow it’s easier to list problems than to genuinely enthuse about all the things I loved!), and I’m really looking forward to rereading them in the context of what I now know from having read them and to seeing what else the author writes in this universe.

#a memory called empire #a desolation called peace #teixcalaan

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em-prentiss · 8 months ago

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it always leads to you (in my hometown)

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Unrelated snippets of hotchniss based on every song in evermore.

Emily presses a hand into his chest and he goes willingly, head thudding against the pillow as he looks up at her.

Maybe it’s not her strength, after all. Perhaps she just makes him pliant. “I missed you too,” she breathes.

Word count: 4.2k

Warning: number 10 contains implied domestic violence

Another warning: number 12 is mildly on crack, idk what happened there. Don't take it too seriously <3

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the more that you say, the less I know

wherever you stray, I follow

Emily leans her head on her arm, her eyes slowly raking over him. “Penso di essere un po’ innamorato di te,” she murmurs, her voice low and gravelly.

“What?” Aaron asks, fairly sure the bits he heard over the pounding music weren’t English. Emily sighs and takes his drink, tipping it back and standing up. She half stumbles out of the booth and moves to stand in front of him.

She extends her hand. “Balla con me?”

Aaron looks up at her in confusion. “I don’t really understand—”

She leans forward and grabs his hand, wrapping her fingers around his large palm and insistently pulling him up. She tugs and he moves, almost in a daze, the heat of her hand shutting his brain off.

Emily smiles and pulls him to the dance floor. Aaron’s feet follow hers into the throngs of people until she stops, takes his other hand to place it on her waist.

“Balla con me.” Emily repeats, letting go of his hands and looping her own around his neck. Aaron swallows as her chest presses into his, heartstrings tugging when she looks up at him with dark eyes.

“Okay,” he breathes, wrapping his hand more firmly around her waist. She beams at him and his heart aches as it pounds. “I’ll dance with you.”

now I’m missing your smile, hear me out

we could just ride around

and the road not taken looks real good now

“It’s weird that Clyde would send only you to go over a case,” Aaron muses as they stop at a red light.

Emily’s heart stumbles. “What, you think I can’t do it?” She toys with her hair absentmindedly, swallowing as her eyes trace over the line of his jaw. “If I can’t check out a case on my own I have no business running a team.”

He looks over at her and smiles. Her breath catches; she knows she’s caught out. Aaron sees it on her face, in the slightly tensed line of her shoulders, but he lets it go for now. He has precious few moments with her. He won’t squander them.

“That brings me to my next point,” he murmurs.

“Uh oh,” Emily quips, but her heart races. She knows what’s coming, knows what he’s going to ask and desperately doesn’t want him to. Being here makes it all shaky, makes her pliant and shortsighted and all too willing to say yes.

“Isn’t it time?” He ventures hesitantly as he drives off again, past familiar roads and sprawling parks. It’s a question he revisits whenever she does; hoping.

Emily looks out the window. “Nah,” she says, clenching her fingers into a fist to stop herself from pressing them against the window, trace out the shape of DC she knows in her sleep. “I like being in charge.”

if it’s all in my head, tell me now

tell me I’ve got it wrong somehow

She trips and he steadies her and they’re just a little too close; he can see the freckles on her cheeks, the deep, bottomless brown of her eyes. His eyes drop down to her lips.

Emily stops breathing. His hand on her arm burns, even through her clothes. She looks up, he’s still looking down. She places her hand on his jacket and he startles, shakes his head as if forcing himself from his thoughts, and lets go of her arm.

His eyes flit to hers and away. He steps back and stuffs his hands in his pockets, clearing his throat as Emily’s hand drops from his body. It’s been months of this; his lingering hands and wandering gaze, her batted lashes and his jacket around her shoulders. A ghostly dance, and this time it makes her break.

“Am I imagining it?” She demands harshly, the still burning skin of her arm making her snap. His eyes are back on hers. “Do you want me or is it all in my head? Is it just-”

Aaron surges forward before she can finish, his hands back on her body; her cheek, sliding into her hair as pulls her in and kisses her. She sags against him, lips lifting in satisfaction when he crushes her to his chest.

“Not in your head.” He rasps.

She’s the one who kisses him this time.

dappled with the flickers of light

from the dress I wore at midnight

The warm lights hit her sequined dress and reflect on Aaron’s skin, dancing, moving when she does.

When he looks down and finds no light on his skin he frowns, turning his head in search of her. Distantly, he hears someone say there’s a minute left, so he takes two champagne flutes and goes to search for the light.

He finds her in the kitchen, snacking on the fancy hors d’oeuvres Dave supplied. “It’s almost midnight,” Aaron smiles as he approaches, enjoying the way her cheeks tint pink. Light once again dances on his skin.

“I was hungry,” she whispers, placing another mini something in her mouth. Aaron hands her a flute; they’re in the single digits now. She shakes her head, “I can’t have it.”

He frowns. “What? Why not?”

She tilts her head, an amused smile on her face as the thoughts race in his head. It only takes a moment before his eyes widen, “You’re-”

“Yeah,” Emily bites her lip. His breath hitches.

The clock strikes twelve.

She grabs his face and kisses him, the cheers and clinks of champagne flutes lost behind them. He grips her hips as his heart expands, pounds against his ribs, and holds her close when her lips leave his.

“Happy new year,” she breathes. She gives him a small smile and his heart explodes. “God,” Aaron chokes out as he pulls her into a hug. He feels her laugh into his skin, soft and sweet and just for him.

Her light seeps through his skin, right into his bones.

I never was ready, so I watch you go

She mentally kicks herself when she sees him dance with her, his large hand wrapping around her small one. Emily peeks around Reid’s shoulder, his lanky hand in hers, the delicate bones beneath her fingers reminding her who she’s dancing with.

It could’ve been her. In his arms, tucked under his chin. She wonders if he’s whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

Beth laughs and Emily’s stomach fills with acid, something nauseating that makes her pull her eyes away from the brunette. They involuntarily fall on him. Her breath hitches when she finds him already looking at her, brows slightly furrowed over those eyes she saw up close only once.

The song must’ve ended because he’s in front of her suddenly, his hand reaching for hers—distantly, she sees Beth walk over to Reid with a smile.

She tried to resent him for it—she really did—but she couldn’t muster it, not even now when she saw him dance with her. No one would spend their life waiting after just a single kiss and the promise of maybe. He’s already waited seven months, and she didn’t even look at him when she came back.

She couldn’t.

“I’m going to London.” She says quietly. He stops moving, his hand faltering on her back—just a little too low to be appropriate. It’s going to be the second time she leaves, but she won’t keep him waiting anymore.

He’s got someone else anyway.

and I’ve cleaned enough houses

to know how to cover up a scene

“Stay still,” Aaron murmurs.

If anything it makes her shift more. “It fucking stings,” she hisses, trying to pull her palm from his hand. Aaron glares up at her as the glass jostles deeper into her skin.

“It wouldn’t fucking sting if you hadn’t had to climb the fence, Emily. Which you wouldn’t have done if you hadn’t snuck out.”

Emily rolls her eyes. “Am I supposed to just stick to curfew?” She huffs, as if the thought of staying home past one in the morning is unthinkable.

Aaron shakes his head and focuses back on her hand. “Just stay still,” he scowls. She closes her eyes, shivering when he drops another piece of glass onto the counter with a plink. He softens when she shudders, lifts the tweezers to give her a break before she nods.

He wraps her hand in a bandage when he’s done, splashing water into the sink and hurrying to clean the blood off the counter before it dries.

“How’d you get it on the mirror?” He mutters as he wipes away the bloody palm print. Emily glares at him. “The details are a bit hazy.”

Aaron snorts as he gathers the glass into a towel. “I’ll bet.” He stuffs it in his pocket and rinses the tweezers before placing them back in the medical kit.

“Bedtime, Miss Prentiss,” he taps his watch as she drops down from the counter.

“Fuck you, Aaron.” She calls out as she leaves the bathroom, hand held to her chest.

He smiles. “You’re welcome.”

but it’s never too late to come back to my side

Aaron opens the door without looking through the peephole, starting when he sees the figure in his hallway.

“Emily?” He gapes. He takes in the bags at her feet, her rumpled coat covering tired shoulders. Here, right in front of him, he sees the weary lines their Facetimes hide, lying unseen beneath a blurry screen. His heart starts to race. “What are you doing here?”

Emily shrugs, attempting nonchalance, but her movements are too stiff. “I don’t really like the rain much.” She laughs and it breaks, her face crumpling as she bites her lip between her teeth, presses a palm into her eyes.

She can’t stay away anymore.

Aaron steps out into the hallway and takes her in his arms, feels the way she shudders against him. “Hey, it’s okay honey,” he soothes, closing his eyes and breathing in the scent of her hair. He tightens his grip on her, feels her tighten her grip right back.

“We’ve got plenty of sun here, Em.” He murmurs, his heart lifting when she laughs shakily. “Let’s go inside.” He rubs her back and leads her in, her bags forgotten in front of his door.

She sleeps in his arms that night, her favorite blanket still on her side of the bed, as if she never even left.

did I close my fist around something delicate?

did I shatter you?

Work was supposed to be safe. Middle ground.

His shoulders tense when he hears Haley’s voice. Her eyes are lit up as she says something about a trip to the park, her smile wide and glinting almost as brightly as the ring on her finger. She talks but her words are static in his ears as he feels Emily’s eyes bore into his back.

“Dada,” Jack babbles and extends his hands for him. Emily is frozen in place as Aaron picks him up, turns away to block her from his sight. His body heats, his skin growing itchy under his suit as the dread settles in his stomach.

His son—Jack—is tiny in his arms, and when he turns, she sees Aaron’s eyes beneath his sandy hair. She can’t breathe. Her lungs collapse, her ribs fracture and their sharp tips press into her heart, sending it bleeding once more.

They were just doing okay, able to be in the same room alone without either of them bolting. Her eyes got used to the sight of his ring. But she didn’t get used to this.

He meets her eyes over his son’s head, the quickest glimpse of deep brown before he turns to his wife. Emily tears her eyes away from them and stands up, steadying herself on her desk when she stumbles.

She walks past them, a blur of red and black and familiar perfume as she forces her shaky legs into the bathroom, the tape over her heart breaking free with how hard it pounds.

She’d just put it together.

gleaming, twinkling

eyes like sinking ships on waters

so inviting, I almost jump in

He’d never thought much of the color brown. His usual impression of it was dull, murky, somewhat suffocating to look at.

Then he saw her eyes.

Coffee, chestnut, umber. Burnt honey when the sun hits them, lighting them up from within. When she gets excited, they’re almost like the darkness of the sky, unending and shimmering with stars.

She laughs, for what reason he doesn’t know—he thinks there’s a cat chasing her ankles. She trips over it and stumbles into him, her fists clutching his coat to steady herself. His arm automatically wraps around her waist.

“Sorry,” Emily grins, her eyes finally leaving the cat and meeting his. They’re like the bitter coffee he drinks to wake himself up, only Aaron knows this is infinitely more sweet. They’re bright and wide with amusement, the darkness of her lashes matching the darkness of her irises, almost indistinguishable from her pupils. His breath hitches.

Black holes, that’s what they are. And he’s tumbling into them.

The sun peeks out from behind the clouds and suddenly he’s looking into syrupy pools of brown, flecked with amber. God, his knees almost buckle. Now it’s her holding him up, instead of the other way around.

Aaron holds her cheek, unconsciously. “Can I kiss you?” He rasps.

They darken back to black.

10.

I’d live and die for moments that we stole

on begged and borrowed time

This, Emily thinks as he thumbs through her hair, an arm tight around her waist and his beating heart beneath her ear. This is what breathes life into her when she’s ashy and crumbling, just on the verge of cracking beneath Ian’s rough palm. Aaron’s hands are gentle, safe, tucking her farther into him and shielding her body with his. But only for so long.

“He’ll come back soon,” her voice cracks.

“Emily,” Aaron cups her face, his eyes pained. She’s suddenly thankful for the turtleneck she’s wearing. “You don’t have to keep doing this, sweetheart. Leave him,” he begs.

“I can’t,” she whispers, bile rising in her throat as she fists his jacket, her wedding ring a searing brand against her skin.

Gravel crunches outside. Emily’s heart jumps to her throat. “You have to go.” She shoves Aaron to the window he climbed in from, her hands urgent.

“Em-”

“Please,” she chokes out, shoulders tensing when she hears the front door slam shut.

They don’t have time, but he presses his lips to her forehead anyway. A dry sob leaves her as his hands grapple to open the window. “I’ll get you out of here,” he vows hoarsely, not for the first time. “I swear I will.”

“Go.” Emily pleads. She turns her back on him and wipes her eyes with shaky hands, her heart pounding in time with Ian’s steps.

11.

with your boots beneath my bed

forever is the sweetest con

It’s a familiar sight. Her boots haphazardly toed off and kicked under his bed, a mix of their clothes trailing across his usually pristine floors. Her suitcase stands next to the door. It’ll be gone within hours, along with her.

It’s a familiar dance; her limbs twisted around his, her fingers tangled in his hair, her skin soft against his own. “Missed you,” he rasps into her neck, the words slipping free from his lips, his mind hazy with her, her, her. Her soft sighs and soft skin and soft smile, all for him.

“Yeah?” He hears the teasing in her voice.

Aaron hums. With some inhuman strength he still doesn’t have an explanation for, she twists them around and presses him into the mattress. Emily presses a hand into his chest and he goes willingly, head thudding against the pillow as he looks up at her.

Maybe it’s not her strength, after all. Perhaps she just makes him pliant. “I missed you too,” she breathes.

For a moment he lets himself hope.

She tucks herself into his side and kisses his jaw before she falls asleep. Aaron wakes to soft hands trailing across his skin, combing through his hair. She smiles drowsily, her lashes edged in gold, and he entertains the thought of having this every day, her sleep warm skin under his hands and her nose bumping his.

Then her alarm rings. Aaron tries to hold her tighter in his arms, but the pull is inevitable; London calling.

She could never resist.

12.

when I dropped my sword

I threw it in the bushes and knocked on your door

Her vision blurs as she stumbles down the hall. Just get to his door, she tells herself. Emily bites her lip and ignores the throbbing in her side, forcing her legs to move.

She finally reaches the door and raises her hand to knock, belatedly realizing the bloody knife is still in her fist. Emily tosses it next to his doormat and sags against the wood, raising her hand to ring the bell. The door opens and she falls into him.

“Jesus Christ.”

Emily groans when his palm presses against her wound, the pain making her knees buckle. Aaron catches her before she hits the ground.

“What the fuck, Emily?” He hisses in alarm, his voice pitching higher at the wetness of her blood on his skin. He picks her up and carries her into his apartment, shutting the door with his foot and ignoring the way she curses weakly.

“What the hell happened?” He demands as he sets her down on the kitchen counter, paling at the way her shirt sticks to her abdomen with blood.

“Don’ worry, s’okay,” Emily reassures and pats his cheek, leaving a bright red smear on his jaw, “I killed ’em babe, they’re gone,” she slurs and promptly falls into his neck, her vision going black.

“Oh, fucking hell.” Aaron

curses.

13.

if I didn’t know better

I’d think you were still around

(I know better

but I still feel you, all around)

She lingers. Emily’s presence was always hard to ignore, but he never expected it would stay after she’d left.

She never leaves him. For a moment, he wishes she would. He goes to make coffee, tries to wake up from the thick fog she left his brain in, and finds Splenda packets when he opens the cabinets in search of a spoon. He opens his drawer for a long lost file and her badge tumbles out, her picture grinning up at him carelessly. He doesn’t even know why he pocketed it, can’t recall when, only that he felt a lump in his pocket and took it out, his finger tracing over her name.

It’s penance, he thinks when she creeps into his mind yet again—this time because Jack wonders why he can’t see Sergio. Her voice echoes; sometimes the light teasing he remembers, sometimes accusatory, demanding why he didn’t figure out what was wrong. Aaron blinks and her blurry silhouette only sharpens, in the empty seat next to him in the jet, on top of her desk that he can see from his window. She’s gone, gone, gone, he tells himself. But she’s not.

He faked her death, so she’s haunting him. It’s only fair. But he can’t take it anymore.

In the shower, the water pelting down on him mixes with the warm salt running down his cheeks. His head falls back against the tiles with a thud, and he speaks into the steam.

“Go away,” his voice cracks. “You’re not here. Go away.”

She doesn’t, so he does.

She still follows him.

14.

and I was catching my breath

floors of a cabin creaking under my step

He toes off his shoes and carefully climbs the stairs, shoulders slumping as the comfort of his home settles over him.

He quietly opens the door, holds his breath as he steps on the hardwood floor of his and Emily’s room. He smiles at the shapeless lump of her under the covers, the dark spill of her hair the only thing visible. He’s so focused on her he accidentally walks over the creaking step next to their bed.

Emily stirs. “Aaron?” She mumbles, her voice thick with sleep.

He curses himself when her dark head lifts off the pillow, hair tangled and mussed. Her bleary eyes meet his. “Hi, honey,” he whispers, “sorry I woke you.”

She hums something unintelligible as he takes off his suit and slips into a pair of sweatpants. Her eyes are closed when he slides in next to her, the sheets on his side still cool, waiting for him.

Selfishly, he’s glad he woke her. He wraps an arm around her and brings her close, leaning down to press a lingering kiss on her forehead. Emily curls into him, slowly hitches her leg over his hip.

“So glad you’re home,” she slurs, her words melting into a sigh. Aaron smiles as she slots her face into his neck, her breaths already evening out.

“Me too.”

15.

seeing the shape of your name

still spells out pain

It catches her off guard. She’d thought she’d cleaned everything out, replaced all of his things with hers even as the betrayal of it scorched her lungs.

Apparently not.

Something rolls around as she opens her desk drawer, something she knows isn’t hers. It thuds against the wood, settles on top of her files in a way that makes her wonder how the hell she never saw it before.

Her hand trembles as she reaches for it, the pen sleek and heavy as it slots between her fingers. His name glints in silver, A. Hotchner engraved onto the side. She would’ve laughed if the tears weren’t choking her as they climbed up her throat, because who even engraves their name onto a pen anymore?

Instead she runs her thumb over it, tries to press the last trace of him into her skin. It’s fruitless; the surface is flat, smooth, leaving her with nothing. Not for the first time.

“Damn you, Aaron,” her voice cracks as she tosses the pen in the trash. She leans back into her chair—his chair—and curls her knees into her chest, feels irrational tears splash against her slacks.

Maybe she should feel guilty about throwing away something so expensive—something that isn’t even hers.

But she knows he won’t come back to collect.

16.

sometimes, givin’ up is the strong thing

sometimes, to run is the brave thing

Aaron opens her bedroom door. His blood runs cold when he sees her kneeling on the floor, clothes on either side of her.

“What are you doing?” He breathes, walking in and shutting the door tightly behind him.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Emily snaps as she throws clothes into her suitcase. They form a mountain, piled high and precarious, but right now she’s just focusing on putting everything in.

“You can’t let her get to you—” He places a hand on her wrist.

She shoves it off. “How many more times can I take it, Aaron?” Her voice cracks as she leans back on her heels to look up at him. “How many more times will I let her belittle and humiliate me? She’s poison,” she spits out, standing up to grab her textbooks.

Emily tosses them into her bag, not caring how their expensive covers bend. Her hand shakes as she pushes her hair back from her sweaty face, her eyes meeting his. “I won’t take any more,” she whispers.

Aaron’s heart pinches with something like pride. Her hands shake, her lips tremble, but she’s forced her shoulders back. Unwavering.

He nods and reaches for her messily piled clothes, taking a shirt and folding it neatly. “I’m coming with you.”

17.

but if you ever think you got it wrong

I’m right where you left me

Andrew slides his hands up her shoulders and squeezes. Emily tenses as his fingers brush the skin in the hollow of her neck, the skin she always keeps covered because it’s where he loved to touch her. Andrew’s fingers skate along the spot, his voice loud as he leans over her to say something in her ear.

It’s not the voice she wants. His hand is oppressive, choking, and she finally jerks away, the plate she was washing clattering into the sink.

“I’ll be right back,” she chokes out, avoiding his gaze and his too dark skin as she grabs her car keys, ignoring his confused questions and the fact that she’s wearing slippers.

It’s instinct, driving to his place. She doesn’t even have to think; her feet know the way, her mind knows the road. Unbuckling her seatbelt and pressing number 3 in the elevator is muscle memory.

She knows everything, except what to say when he opens the door. His eyes flit to the exposed skin above her tank top and back to her eyes, shying away as if he hadn’t marked it a million times before.

His brows furrow and his mouth opens, likely in dismissal, but she beats him to it.

“I think I made a mistake.”

#hotchniss #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #criminal minds #hotchniss fanfiction #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss #aaron x emily

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elvensorceress · 2 years ago

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temptation Tuesday

a million thanks and kudos to @honestlydarkprincess for this tag game! 💕

rules: share something about an idea you have/something that's speaking to you/an au you'd like to see and are considering writing/etc. etc. basically anything that is tempting you away from your current wips!

also tagged by beloveds, @alyxmastershipper @fatedbuddie @jobairdxx @cowboy-buddie @hippolotamus @fleurdebeton @rogerzsteven @megsvstheworld 😘💕

tagging @gayedmundodiaz @spotsandsocks @shortsighted-owl @wh0re-behavi0r @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @gayhoediaz @ashavahishta @littlespoonevan @rewritetheending and anyone else who wants to play 💕

1) So last year I got to see the musical version of Pretty Woman, and ever since I’ve been wanting to write a Buddie AU because every fandom needs at least a few Pretty Woman AUs, right? Who doesn’t love the “fake relationship / we fell in love while having casual sex” trope? Plus sad brooding workaholic!Eddie who gets brought out of his shell by vibrant sweet silly!Buck is just 🥰🥰🥰

2) There’s a trans/genderqueer Eddie fic percolating in my head where he realizes he’s always hated/been trapped by expectations of “being a man” especially where romantic relationships are concerned, and he starts to connect it to “maybe I don’t feel like I’m actually a man, it’s just what I’ve always been told and what was expected of me,” and then it leads to him exploring gender identities and connecting more with being feminine/non-binary and breaking free of the performance of masculinity and toxic traits that were engrained in him.

3) idk but the fandom seems to be on a Buddie breeding kink kick, and that would definitely be fun. 👀 May or may not have Thoughts about it. Maybe maybe. It would go hardcore into the whole idea and lots of things that go along with it though that I don’t think I’ve seen or read about but are associated. How’s that for vague lol

4) Someone may have messaged me about writing some superangst and pining!Eddie whump where either Eddie is trapped and dying and finally confesses his love to Buck while Buck loses it and can’t help him OR Eddie tries a few times to tell Buck of his feelings and even goes so far to bring him flowers, which Buck immediately thinks were sent by Natalia because they’d been talking about flower meanings so Buck has to call her and thank her immediately, so Eddie leaves and gets into a car accident and Buck gets called to pick up Christopher since Eddie never showed. And then they find out that Eddie is hospitalized, on life support. And at some point Buck asks why Eddie didn’t just say the flowers were from him, while Eddie says, you didn’t want them to be from me. All that fun stuff? 🫠 idk how we fix it. I just do angst. *shrug emoji*

5) Alternate part 3 to Orpheus/Eurydice series where Eddie has to climb the ladder and save Buck from death and bring him home. Because obviously.

💕💕💕💕

#jenwyn rambles #temptation tuesday

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monsterrae1 · 2 years ago

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🎶✨️When you get this you have to put 5 songs you actually listen to, publish, then send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) ✨️🎶

Tagged by these two amazing humans @shortsighted-owl @alyxmastershipper

1 Secret Love Song Pt II by Little Mix

I just feel like this is the perfect song for a love that hurts, that you want to shout they're yours but you just can't. Idk, I love the pain and devotion in it. Like the chorus is just chef's kiss:

Why can't I hold me in the street? Why can't I kiss you on the dance floor? I wish that it could be like that Why can't it be like that? 'Cause I'm yours Why can't I say that I'm in love? I wanna shout it from the rooftops I wish that it could be like that Why can't it be like that? 'Cause I'm yours

2 The Last Time (feat Gary Lightbody) Taylor's version by Taylor Swift

There's just something about saying "This is it, I'm not putting myself through this for someone who doesn't want me" and then doing it over and over. Like:

This is the last time you tell me I've got it wrong This is the last time I say it's been you all along This is the last time I let you in my door This is the last time, I won't hurt you anymore

that's good stuff to cry to (or write to)

3 Saturn by Sleeping at last

There's something about the music in this song that just always captivates me, and the entire lyrics are just so beatiful, since the first time that I heard this song I fell in love If i copy and pasted anything from it, it'll just be the entire song tbh

4 Remembering Sunday by All Time Low

I don't even know why I'm obsessed with his song but I've been since the first time the album came out; like the missing oportunity of it all it's just, very dear to my heart. I think about this part at least once a day:

Forgive me, I'm trying to find My calling, I'm calling at night I don't mean to be a bother But have you seen this girl? She's been running through my dreams And it's driving me crazy, it seems I'm going to ask her to marry me

5 Save me by Hanson

Shout out if you're old enough to remember Hanson and their second album. I don't even know how long I've been obsessed with save me, but damn the pain in this song just gets to me every time.

If suddenly the sky is falling Could it be too late for me If I never said I'm sorry, then I'm wrong, yes, I'm wrong Then I hear my spirit calling Wondering if she's longing for me And then I know that I can't live without her

A friend went to see them live last year and she didn't know any of their songs so she couldn't record this one for me and I'm forever sad about it.

Tagging if they want to do this: @peaceofficerdiaz @katries @loveyourownsmiilee @rogerzsteven @buddierights @swiftiediaz @lostinabuddiehaze @prettyboybuckley @elvensorceress @eddiesbleps @jobairdxx @spotsandsocks @the-likesofus

#music tag game #as you can see i only listen to sad music #emo for life i guess

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diary-log · 1 year ago

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why do i stick around dead relationships? like why do i let people have as many chances as they want. im paranoid that its because i want them to keep hurting me until i feel like my victim mentality is justified. idk. realistically i DONT want leliel back but i reach out trying to get closure or to offer support anyway? i cant tell if its obligation or some weird savior complex or what. or maybe just delusion. delusion seems right. ah. but i did this with Eda too? Like even after she hated me i wanted to reach out n reconcile but then she thought that meant we were gonna b friends n i was like no?? n then she went back to hating me so. what am i doing. is this my obsession with people liking me? no i think its more than that, its my issue with being misunderstood/made invisible by someones delusions. like if im unworthy of love, thats fine. but im not? i ??? Just need things to be True. Am i obsessed with the truth? Is that it? Is this autism? i think im going to have to let that go cuz it is starting to seem to me that even if i did manage to get leliel to talk to me it would eventually have another episode and the cycle would repeat again and i would feel betrayed again. But thats whats frustrating is i was planning on being around to help it through the next episode but i did not get the chance n now i am shut out. but being accused of all these things again sure is upsetting and had led me to look thru old messages and remember all the bad things that happened in our relationship n im like… yeah i dont like this person. like this person, at best, has the mental faculties of a teenager. at worst, it is very jaded, self-absorbed, insecure, aggressive, stubborn, shortsighted, close-minded, bigoted, manipulative, oppressive, weak, cowardly, delusional, etc. like. it fr projects everything it hates about itself onto everyone else. has like. almost no self awareness. no humility. no faith in others. etc. like what is there to love in all that. it would be fine if those werent the predominant traits but they are. like we are all made of light and dark. but damn theres just not enough light to make up for all that. I instinctively want to fix her because thats how i am, but i probably should give up.. right? maybe im overthinking it.

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future-crab · 7 months ago

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So. Margot lore. Apologies in advance for how long this is going to be.

Once again I’m explaining her role in the show that doesn’t exist rather than the thing I’m actually writing, because the thing I’m actually writing is like 70 interconnected short stories that both do *and* don’t exist in the same universe, so describing that can get complicated.

The very basic premise of the show-that-deoesn’t-exist is that the main character, Ariadne, gats a job at this museum that used to be the home of an eccentric rich man (it’s loosely modelled after a specific weird museum in Pittsburgh, but the best well-known equivalent I can think of is the Winchester Mystery Mansion) and then spooky stuff starts happening, they realize there’s a portal to Hell in the basement, and they have to unravel the secrets of the family that used to live there while also, you know, trying not to die.

So Margot is brought up a few times early on as a member of that family who’s kind of mysterious – she died young, but there’s not much information about how (and funny enough she died around the same time Ariadne was born, which could mean nothing. Oh, also, Ariadne’s an orphan who never knew who her parents were. The twist will shock you.) Later, the show dives into Margot’s life, and you learn:

She grew up extremely isolated. Her great-grandfather made a deal with the devil to receive wealth and the beautiful mansion they live in, in exchange for maintaining a portal to hell in the basement of said mansion. Margot’s mother is kind of negligent, so all of that ends up falling to Margot. Growing up, she spends her days juggling school work, dealing with the supernatural, and just generally trying to keep the haunted house from completely falling apart. She can’t connect to any of her peers because the main thing that defines her life is something that she can’t tell anyone about (and also, like. If she did get close to someone, they might start asking questions about why she never invites them to her house.)

In her early twenties she meets a group of demon hunters who show up to investigate all the mysterious supernatural activity at her house. Now that she finally has a group of people her own age who she can actually open up to about her experiences, she gets extremely close to them extremely quickly

A lot of her storyline is just her figuring out how friendship works while dealing with the supernatural and trying to figure out how to close the portal to Hell in her basement

She falls in love with James, one of the demon hunters. Like her, he is extremely competent at dealing with the supernatural, but while Margot believes that dealing with it is the most anyone can do, he tries to fight it. They initially clash over this - he think she’s shortsighted and she thinks he’s naive (and also doesn’t want to acknowledge that dealing with it might be insufficient because it’s the one thing she’s truly good at) - but she comes around to his perspective pretty quickly

The next bit is the shakiest piece of my outline. I haven’t figured out exactly how it all plays out, but at some point, in some order:

Margot and James have a baby, they name her Ariadne

The group figures out how to close the portal, but all die in the process.

And then, 28 years later, Ariadne gets a job at this weird little museum that used to be the house of some rich, mysterious family, and oh no, spooky stuff starts happening. And Ariadne ALSO grew up isolated and unable to connect with her peers (which in this case has less to do with ghosts and more to do with autism) so her storyline is ALSO about making friends for the first time as an adult and figuring out how friendship works while dealing with the supernatural and trying to figure out how to close the portal to Hell that she unknowingly re-opened, and the whole time, the fate of Margot’s little found family is just looming over them.

Idk. I think it could be cool if I pull it off.

While I'm rambling about my OCs, can I infodump about Margot*? She's from the same project and even though she'll probably end up being *relatively* minor I still love her very much.

*name subject to change

YES absolutely. ramble about any of your ocs as much as you like :)

#thank you for letting me ramble i hope this made any sense at all #also pls don't read into the fact that half of all things i write involve a protagonist who makes their first real friend group as an adult #and has to clumsily figure out how friendship works with the added pressure of knowing that they should have figured it out years ago #this resonates with me for completely normal reasons don't even worry about it

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tim-hoe-wan · 2 years ago

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First of all you’re blocked. I don’t anymore back and forth for things that don’t affect my life.

Second, I’m not going to respond to any messages pro or against this.

I’m only answering this cause my Kyrie Irving approved third eye is telling me this is an adult and you sound more juvenile than my younger sister. This is also idk, so shortsighted and so weird that you seem to act like a champion of women but immediately put them on a loophole. It’s a mix of white feminist and a mix of faux intellectualism.

But anyway so many things to unpack here.

Idk why you need to make it sound like Olivia is such a sex object and people should be jealous she gets to have sex. I’m not a fan of Harry, I’m not attracted to Harry, I am neither sexually deprived nor particularly horny to be jealous of someone’s sex life.

Idk why dislike for a woman, whom I’ve also defended plenty of times here mind you, is immediately lumped as misogyny. Yeah for sure that’s a factor to many, but you’re teaching wrong feminism here by acting like women are incapable of discernment of whom they perceive as unlikeable or problematic. You’re also just teaching people that to dislike a woman is because of misogyny. Which is also so fucked up to tell to a woc when I’ve received equal amount of bigotry from white women as I have with white men. Are you gonna tell me people who hate Kim Kardashian just hates her cause of Pete? Are you gonna say women who criticize Lana are just jealous of whichever cop she’s dating?

Women are more complex than being angels or demons. They’re also more complex than jealousy being the driving force of their life. Women who strive for true equality should also know they aren’t and shouldn’t be immune from valid criticisms. A woman’s worth and desires are also more than just sex, in fact your statement make it seem like Harry fans can’t be asexual at all.

I have real life people who can teach me about kindness, feminism, and especially critical thinking and true progressiveness. Anon I went to MIT and I’m now in Stanford. You don’t have to worry about me learning about misogyny and feminism. I have access to actual experts and intellectuals who do real research and contribute important conversations about it. Most of all, I can find wocs who know the importance of intersectionality when dealing with these issues. You know, the kind of feminism your queen Olivia doesn’t get and the kind you exhibit.

#Olivia Wilde #Harry Styles #there I'm tagging it so if people come here wanting to message me about jealousy #just read this

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brilliantfantasticgeronimo · 3 years ago

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i didn't liveblog the latest episode so let’s get that out of the way so we’re ready for the finale

warning: long and 90% of it is complaining.

william using “bromance” unironically....... rolls my eyes 2 infinity

im so tired of nxyly and lex my god. way to ruin nxyly for me, show. “haha cutesy shipper names” shut up writers cheesy shippers are half your audience.

i love the hypocrisy of kara’s “seize the day” speech to alex meanwhile she won’t allow herself to have fun this whole season except when she’s with lena AND she quit her dream job bc of superheroing. . . .. . the bottle calling he kettle black....

/unpopular opinion but andrea was right lskdjf who tf cares about lex luthors privacy my god. “it’s unethical!” shut up william you have no spine. i bet the guy didn't approve of wikileaks or the pananma papers either.

“you are just as bad as lex” SHUT UP YOU CENTRIST PIECE OF SHIT OH MY GOD. how in the world is andrea and her gossip as bad as a genocidal maniac with super intelligence that wants to end the world every sunday what the fuckkk. get some fucking perspective. dslkfjklsd

sorry guys but this guys did not win my heart even now. staz gave his best but there’s no way to salvage this character.

also this is such a rehash after the leviathan plot lol i can’t believe we wasted so much time on an andrea redemption arc............. literally who the fuck cares

sorry, im pissed today.

“if he is in love there’s no telling what he’ll do for nyxly” you would know about that ms kara “for a friend like you there are no boundaries!” danvers huh

this timeline plot is so confusing. how is them not stopping lex and nxly now not causing... a paradox....sigh... whatever... don't think about it i gues dlksjf

ok but it was always obvious they could get another totem lol mxy said there was a set in every single planet and everyone in this show can travel to other planets like it’s the bar on the next street.... it was always a shortsighted plan idk what they are surprised about. they did not pay attention to myx’s explenation.

oh never mind is not even that is that “they can’t be destroyed”. how convenient that they make up new rules for how these things work every eisode!

the effect of them flying around the dreamscape was a nice visual i don’t care about lex and his emotions i don't care i don’t caaare

so much exposition i’m tired

esme baby

hehe “quirrel”

i’m so happy this show is over tonight. freedom at last.

why is brainny going back now this is so dumb and obviously done to up he stakes there was no foreshadow for this i hate this

why doe brainny “have” to do this.,, is he the only member of his species.

jesse makin diamonds out of this carbon script

this is such a fabricated conflict lol i hate this show

i still think they should have gotten oliver to do these totem voice overs. wasted opportunity.

i’m tired of nxly. way to suck the fun out of a villain. too much damn emotions i wanted HIJINKCS.

“hey bud!” SHE’S SO CUTE lol alex got so defensive shut up alex she was just making a suggestion “it’s not dangerous to be an alien anymore” sure. of course. i mean esme did not face any troubles at all right. i mean you are an alien so you would know right alex?

i get what they are doing with this kind of “trans kids deserve to be themselves” allegory but the way they do it is so stupid. having powers is not like being tranns esme is a little bb with no sense of morality developed yet nor control of her emotions. if she hurts another kid with her powers it is going to be a huge thing and her parents will (rightly) be accused of being iresponsible.

unpopular opinion but alex is an asshole and i never really liked her. shut up you military dog god. you are not the perfect parent the show wants us to think you are.

“you are going back to the future” i wish i was watching that right now.

this drama is so frabicatedddd ddd ughhhhhhhh WHO CARES ABOUT LEX AND NXYLYS LOVE STORY THIS IS THE SECOND TO LAST EPISOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODE *fumes

*abed nadir voice* i remember when this show was about supergirl

hehe lena and andrea’s skype call

who cares about why andrea did if it turns the public’s opinions against lex. i’m so tired of this show and it’s centrist bs i can’t believe i put up with it for 6 years

kara didn’t even suggest hiding esme’s IDENTITY she suggested CONTROLLING HER POWERS

again i get this is like a trans allegory but what it really feels like to me is like a transmed argument that “oh no we cant give kids medication it will suppress their NATURAL SELVESSS wah wah wah”. like that forest episode on that season of doctor who. let people get medicated if they need it for the love of god. this conversation is so blalantly made to make us like william before he dies. im onto u show.

nice job adding william’s indian background at the eleventh hour when it will no longer be relevant!!! you are so progressive show!!! wow have a cookie!!! wow!!!!!

THEY ARE SO STUPID. IT’S OBVIOUSLY THE TOTEM. THE TOTEM IS A ROSE YOU WERE JUST TOLD TOTEMS CAN’T DISAPPEAR AND THE TOTEM DISAPPEARED. WHY ARE YOU GUYS SO DUMB. WHY ARE THESE SUPER-GENIUS CHARACTERS SO INCAPABLE OF CONNECTING THE DOTS.

the suits look cool

also lol no them having kara in her own luher suit paralleling lex. a sacanagem desta serie meu deus do ceu.

I like mitch fight me.

all these suits got me in the mood to play metroid prime (another activity that is better than watching supergirl lol)

at least the animators work hard.

esmas zebra plushiesss <3 WHY IS WILLIAM HERE WHY IS HE INVITED TO THE PARTY. YOU WERE JUST SUPPOSED TO SHADOW IN THE SUPERFRIENDS WORK NOT THEIR PERSONAL LIVES.

“I’m sorry too” you are not forgiven, alex.

lol them doing this superhero identities vs queer people in the closet parallel more explicitly than ever... oh, show...

nxylys i’m tired of being alone... paralleling karas i don’t want to be alone anymore... amazing.

i love nxylx’s lapels. peak style.

the way lex interrumpted the kiss makes me think he is manipulating her

lena’s and brainny’s yearning looks... interesting cinematographic choices.

kara you huge-ass pansexual dork

everyone is looking quite fly at this party

if they don’t find a way for brainny to stay in the present i’m gonna be so pissed lol

like it-s not like they couldn’t have done this tragic twist. that’s not the problem. the problem is leaving a twist like this for the second to last episode with no build up previous and also not justifying the merging with big brain with anything but words / empty exposition. it’s such empty drama.

heh, great brittish bake off mention. lol them traumatizing super-hearing esme with this death. way to go show.

the tower’s security system vs star labs security system who wins in a fight

am i supposed to believe there-s no alarm system in the tower...like some kind of red button william could have pressed.... some big bat signal... anything.unpopular opinion but william not calling for help was so selfish of and shortsighted. dude you have superhero friends that were looking for lex and could have gotten there in less than a second (superspeed). he wanted the glory of being a martyr. i do not feel sorry for this guy sorry fandom.

alex and kelly never showed a picture of nxylx_ their biggest enemy_ this show really thinks we are idiots...

i wish he HAD leaked his journals that would give this scene more power.

fandom> “pls dont make this last season about lex” show> “we’re gonna give lex the most screentime ever and also a vulnerable love story!”

lmao william is so vindictive he used his last words as a fuck you to andrea. rip mary i guess. how can people like this character

how convenient they only connected the re: the totem until it was too late.

and now alex was proven right and kara wrong that they shouldn’t have gotten a day off lol

people were right this is one of the worst episodes in the series lol

#supergirl #JUST ONE MORE TO GO #AND WE'LL FINALLY BE FREE #fandom wank #negative #i rolled my eyes so much this time

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teaveetamer · 3 years ago

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Also one last Triangle Strategy post before I go and do the things I’ve been putting off all week to play, here’s all the decisions I made my first playthrough in case anyone is curious. I tried to play the game as if I were seriously making the decision, based on what I think I would do in this situation, so I’ll also add some justification.

1) Visit Hyzante of the nations field trip. Idk I’m just tired of fantasy meritocracies lmao.

2) Refuse to relinquish Roland. Mainly because there’s no guarantee he lives if we give him up, and that means we could just be fucked either way.

I also chose to use the hawk statues during the fight, which from what a mutual tells me also affects some things going forward. Really though I blew up the houses because I didn’t realize until after I’d done it that I probably could have avoided it by making daddy Erador body block that really narrow staircase.

3) Refuse Silvio’s offer. Picked because I don’t trust Silvio, and I didn’t like the idea of leaving Wolffort mostly or entirely undefended in my absence after such a hard fight the previous chapter.

4) Expose Sorsley to the Saintly Seven. I could just see that slimy bastard using our compliance as an excuse to turn Hyzante against us, and I really didn’t think we could afford it. Exposing him was also risky, but better to refuse and get the opportunity to look for evidence than go along with it, get caught red handed, and also have no evidence.

5) Don’t relinquish the Roselle. This was just a personal one, I really don’t like Hyzante and it seemed like kind of a dick move.

6) Blow the dam and flood the river. I actually wanted to go with Roland’s plan, but the game cockblocked me and forced me to blow the dam. I actually think blowing the dam was extremely shortsighted, and blowing the bridge too idealistic. Blowing up the warships, while not necessarily a guarantee of success, at least didn’t weaken the town and put a dent in Aesfrost’s military might in case the conflict didn’t go our way.

Though the chapter where you have to sneak up to the dam was really cool. You probably didn’t have to play it stealthy, but I did because I thought it would be fun.

7) Stick with Roland in the capital city. Just seemed like the most logical choice given the previous stuff that happened. The town was destroyed, no one was really happy with Roland, and the Royalists were making everything worse. Seemed way more pressing than seeing dear old dad or stopping some bandits (especially since Fredrica was going to see to the latter and I have confidence she can handle that on her own).

8) Go with Benedict’s plan and side with Aesfrost. I think the Hyzante ending would have been slightly easier for me to persuade my way into, but I just hate Hyzante. Plus I actually really like Roland so I figured I’d get the ending where he leaves me out of the way first.

Though thinking back on it now, kind of wish I’d made a separate save so I didn’t have to replay the game all over again just to get the Hyzante ending haha.

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cruddyborderlandstheories · 4 years ago

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Also Nekrotefeyo was criminally underused for the legendary Eridian homeworld like I was expecting like a big abandoned city or a completely decimated apocalyptic place, not a dried up ocean bed (Are they maybe more crustaceans instead (?) of bugs???) with like 2 Eridian buildings on it and also Maliwan for... Some... Reason. Seriously. Dark Maliwan was so clearly cut content and I wanna know wtf that was all about. Also we got Promethea so it isn't like they weren't capable of making a big city area, like the restrictions of the engine wouldn't allow it, they just didn't... Feel like it? Maybe didn't have time to flesh it out given how late nekro is in the game? Seriously it feels empty as fuck, I love exploring the planets, but even as a certified lore lover I just can't bring myself to explore that place more than I have to for quests. It's really empty and boring

Also, I am bet that the big glowing thing we see coming out of the planet as it fragments is related either to the Machine and the souls sacrificed to make it work, or the Guardian soul main storage thingie. Mainly because ghosts and such are real in the bl universe and they're all that same glowing green sort of deal. It also reminds me of Krieg's mind planet projection thing which does add credence to that. That is potentially why Minos Prime 'hatched', it could have been a storage place for other, maybe reject(?) Guardian souls and that's where all the Eridian and Guardian stuff randomly came from that Tannis keeps goddamn repeating every time u play the takedown. FE Minos Prime was a testing site for prototype Guardians and the souls (I don't want to call them mind cores because the mind core we got from the Vault of the Destroyer was solid and not green and don't even get me STARTED on that whole situation because there was cut Overseer dialogue from when you take that thing out of the Vault and why WAS it even in the VAULT OF THE DESTROYER and Hhhhh) were stored in Minos Prime until whoops they got out. And I'm guessing they sacrificed the people of Minos Prime to the Machine (we literally left nobody guarding it sooo) bc Tannis says they just vanished without a trace. Which ALSO adds bonus points to my theory that the Eridians aren't dead and are just chilling elsewhere laughing at us right now.

I still think Lilith brought Elpis to the Eridian Rift on the map Typhon and Leda wrote all over and she's vibing there, too. Maybe it's a sort of stasis place where time doesn't pass so the people of Elpis don't die. Idk how Lilith would know about that but then again given the chest in her room I would honestly not bet against my whole 'Lilith had help from the Watcher and/or the Eridians during/before Bl3 and refused to tell us' which is why she just vanishes at the end of the game and takes Elpis with her.

And also why Sanctuary-III randomly exists when we have never heard of the company that made it before (seriously what is supamax mfg), it's somehow in good enough condition that Moxxi and Ellie could fix it up with their scarce resources, and they found it before any other people did (can probably chalk this one up to Tannis if there were cameras or it was hooked up to the ECHOnet of Pandora, but the other two points stand). I would've been okay with it if it were an Atlas ship Rhys sent over or smth, if it were an old Hyperion ship, if the branding of supamax mfg was Moxxi and Ellie's team effort of making a spaceship company in honor of Scooter- literally if any of these things were explained in-game, but they're NOT. So I am left to go 'what the hell where did this come from what is Supamax MFG' and like, a random company we've never heard of existing is totally fine, we're introduced to the Obsidian Black Block and Hephestus United as well, but it just feels weird that this random supply (?) ship just happened to go to Pandora for some reason and then also crash or was abandoned for some reason. If we could just get a scrap of info on Supamax MFG and why this ship was on Pandora I'd be happy. Their branding is Ships Made Quick so clearly they build ships which is fine.

Did Lilith contact them? If so, cool, could we get an ECHO log of that? Where did she get the money after Sanctuary-II blew tf up? Did she or Moxxi or Ellie have connections that allowed them to get the ship made for cheap or free? Why did they decide to make the ship out in the open when they knew about the rising CoV threat?? Was the ship stolen? Did the Crimson Raiders just kill a bunch of people to get their hands on it? I doubt it, but this shit isn't explained! So yeah when I write theories like 'Hm well maybe this ship was planted here by the Watcher' its not because I'm driven insane by the Eridians it is because we literally have no other reason to go 'maybe not' and with what little information we do get during the game, it could be fuckin possible!!!

Lilith apparently knew more than she was letting on, she was contacted personally by the Watcher during the end of TPS (brick specially had to ASK what the Watcher said to Lilith), so yeah fuck it the ship and everything that wasn't explicitly explained was given to Lilith by the Watcher to help her in her quest for whatever the Big One is in bl4. Bc you KNOW that Bl3 was just the lead up to get the Destroyer to slip out of its chains thru Tyreen's meddling (literally in nyriads log right before the final boss and its not like ty absorbed an entire planet sized monster and was the size of, like, a shortish tree so you know the Destroyer is still in there as it's further confirmed by Scourge when he says shit like you don't even know what you just did blah blah shut up loser- the only thing pointing to the Destroyer ACTUALLY being dead is that the Vault (????) of the Destroyer (???????????????) opened after Tyreen died but then we can make the Vault of the Architects argument that maybe it considered her part of the Destroyer and her dying confused the Vault into opened, iunno. I don't even know why that Vault was there in the first place wtf was its purpose I thought the Vault of the Destroyer was either the other Pandora one (emergency human feeding port to a monster that doesn't need sustenance) or literally Pandora itself in which case killing Tyreen should have destroyed the whole planet by opening it soooooo I guess that Vault exists to circumvent that extremely specific problem only the Eridians would have guessed could happen idk) and to set the Guardians up as villains cuz fuck them that's why (>:( please gearbox don't, make the Eridians the bad guys if someone has to be evil pretty please the Guardians aren't the bad guys they are literally gaining sentience right now give them a chance they gotta figure themselves out and the Eridians fit the whole 'corporations exploiting their workers' vibe with the Guardians being forced to work even after the Eridians are gone so don't let those parallels slip away with shortsighted storytelling) but then it hurts even worse cuz the story could've been so much simpler and just... Sweeter and better than what we got if that's all they had to do was set those two things up. Bro I hate how every time I go to ask questions abt the game it leads me back here. Because it's true!! And it hurts I just wanna sit down with the lore manager of the game and ask them all these questions because I'm genuinely curious, but I'm afraid of the answers or non-answers I'll get. Again, I get the whole 'things have to happen for plot, not everything should be questioned, give the writers some slack to write a story' argument but when EVERYTHING falls under that category and the story didn't even end up being that great, it gets really frustrating because HONESTLY? if we had gotten good lore and explanations to things and actual world building and details and all that? I wouldn't have minded the main story so much. But unfortunately we got neither good lore (I wanna tell Nyriad she was lied to very badly because it's either the Eridians are evil and liars about a lot, or nobody thought twice the implications of giving the Destroyer a feeding port that explicitly calls humans to it) nor good main story (you know.) and it just. Is annoying. That's all.

#Hm. This post derailed real quick #Nekrotefeyo -> supamax mfg speed run #borderlands #bl3 #borderlands 3

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foronceleavemealone · 4 years ago

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Long time no see

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

A/N: First time writing. Really wanted to write, but I think this is very bad. I don’t know how repetetive this is, but to me it seems very repetitive. Please be kind, but also I’m open for roasting. This isn’t a reader insert, this is more of an OC, but not really either. I feel like it’s somewhere in the middle. The watch that I wrote about is inspired by this watch. Also I don’t know much about 90s fashion, especially work fashion/clothing, I just think those type of necklaces that I made her wear look very neat.

Summary: She’s very done with work. On her way out she sees an old friend and they begin to catch up.

Pairing: Javier Peña x OC (I guess? But it can also be an insert. Seems somewhere in the middle for me. idk..)

Genre: angst(ish), fluff(ish)

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She layed in her bed on her left side staring into the distance of the room. Her heartbeat felt a lot more annoying than usual and even in a way painful. She looked at the clock. 4.37am. Not too bad?

‘If I fall asleep right now I'll be able to sleep for 3 hours and 23 minutes, which isnt that bad. I've had worse’. But she couldnt fall asleep. Various thoughts were plagueing her mind. After a couple more hours she couldnt take it anymore.

“For fucks sake” she mumbeled to herself and looked at the clock. 6.42. “good enough” she got up and went to the bathroom. Getting ready took up quite some time. She did want to look professional one last time. White button up, with a couple upper buttons undone, black blazer, black pants, black heels, a lariat necklace and a watch completed her look. She never liked pencil skirts. Not that it was a statement of some sort, more so that it made her feel uncomfortable. The hip hugging sensation, the way it looked, it just wasnt her cup of tea. Also she couldnt get much field work done in them.

She looked at herself in the mirror.

‘Looks like I'm going to a funeral’ a thought ran through her mind. In a way this was a funeral. The funeral of her career.

She thought about having breakfast but was too afraid to ruin her clothes.

‘Why didn't I think about this’ is all she thought mentally cursing at herself for not planning the little things.

She grabbed an apple, took a few bites and realised that that was not going to work, the nerves were kicking in and food didn't seem like their right companion. She grabbed her keys, her bag and went to take the last trip to the HQ.

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“Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?” her boss asked.

“Absolutely. I don't have any doubts” she said with a smile forming on her lips, but she knew she wasn’t sure.

“Well, it's difdicult to let such people like you go. It's tough losing good agents. But I wish you luck”

“Thank you. It was an honor working here and with you, sir” she said as she stood up.

“Likewise” her boss put out his hand and she reached out a shook it.

They nodded to each other and she walked out of his office.

It's not that she was a bad agent. Like her boss said, she was good, great, fine. But not great enough. She always felt underappreciated, but that wasn’t the reason why she decided to resign, or so she thought. It was everything else. Both physical and mental trauma. Getting shot left it's toll. She was never severely injured and thank goodness for that, but a couple of bullets pierced her arm once, one went to her lower abdomen and not to mention the times the tac vest saved her life, only leaving a pain in her chest rather than a gaping wound. All of these incidences made her think that maybe she was not only a lousy shot, but also a bit shortsighted, not quick enough, yet she never spoke about these worries and kept everything to herself. The physical scars were fine, they healed and stopped hurting, but the mental ones... She never forgot those moments when she got shot, or when she shot someone else. Losing coworkers left a mark. Losing partners, now that left a huge mark... After working for what felt like centuries, she started thinking whether this is really making any difference. Is it actually doing any good? So many people dead, so much blood shed, so many lives ruined. Being morally gray? Yeah, seems about right..

Working overtime surely didn’t help the situation. She wasn’t a workaholic, at least that’s what she had told herself. Working overtime, obsessing over details and usually getting little to no progress at all led her right into burn out teritory. And one day, she had enough. She talked to her boss about quitting after she finishes off one last case. He tried to talk her out of it, somehow drag out the case, giving her more paperwork or by making her chase loose ends, hoping she would change her mind. She did her job, being the great agent she is (or was), and finished everything yesterday. As she handed the case report to her boss, a letter of resignation was attatched to it. Today she only came in to gather the rest of her stuff from her office and tie up any loose ends, and say goodbye to her coworkers.

She didn’t have that many things in her office. She kept it simple, nothing too personal. She didn’t even need a box, she had cleared most of the framed honors yesterday. She looked through the rest of the office to see if she forgot anything. She checked the drawers of her desk and in one of them there was something she’d left yesterday, not knowing whether to leave it there, throw it out or take it with her. It was a watch. She hesitated.

“Oh what the hell” she said as she took it and put it in her pocket.

Finally she was done. She didn’t even stop to look at the now empty office. She was quite done, she had been for a while. She started walking down the corridor. As she reached the first floor she glanced at her watch.

“11am, not too bad” she mumbled to herself.

She looked up and a few meters right in front of her she saw a man. They locked eyes and something felt so familiar, so nice, so heartwarming. A smile formed on the man’s face.

“My my my, what a sight for sore eyes” she said with a huge smile which almost made her chuckle.

“Sad to hear your eyes are sore” he said and chuckled a little bit himself while going in for a hug. He smelled like he always had (she could never tell the exact composition, but it reminded her of cardamom and cedar) and she found it comforting in a way, especially on this day.

“How have you been?” she asked pulling away from the hug.

“I’ve..” he hesitated for a bit while looking at her. “I just resigned. Had enough of this bullshit”

“Oh wow. How come? I heard you did a great jo-”

“I did what I had to do. Or at least what seemed right to do” he said as he looked at the floor. “Anyway, what about you, how have you been?” he asked trying to change the subject.

“Oh I... I actually quit today too” she said, with a little quiver in her voice.

The man looked at her and raised an eyebrow. This not only surprised him, but made him a little bit upset. He was never big on picking up emotions and feelings, but this just felt somehow a bit off.

“You? Quitting? That doesn’t seem like you”

“Well, I had enough of this bullshit too”. She forced a smile.

“So, are you done for today then?”

“Yeah, pretty much so. I was just about to head out. Go...home.” she said with a sudden wave of sadness washing over.

“Wanna get a drink?” He thought that whatever she was going through could be washed away with a drink, at least for a moment.

“It’s like 11 am”

“Right... and I forgot you don’t drink”

“Yeah, I don’t drink. So how about some coffee?”

“Yeah, sure”

“Javier Peña, man of many words, like always” she smiled with some memories flooding her mind.

“Shut it” he said smiling, feeling surprisingly blissful at the sight of her smiling.

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“So why did you quit?” Javier asked bluntly.

“Straight to the point, huh”

He tilted his head a bit and smiled.

“It just doesn’t seem like you. You always seemed to love the job, the rush it gave you”

“It did once. But it was getting too much. And I couldn’t take it after I lost my partner” she said with a shaky voice. She visibly got upset, but cleared her throat “sorry” she smiled.

“No, it’s ok. We don’t have to talk if you do-”

“No it’s fine. I should talk about it. It’s been months. And the longer I keep it to myself the worse it’ll be”

Just as she was about to begin talking the waiter came and brought their drinks.

“Thank you” she said to the waiter and flashed a smile. Javier always loved how she was kind like that.

“Black coffee? I thought you hated straight up black coffee”

“Well, I thought I’d spice up my life with something I don’t usually get” she said and took a sip, regret forming on her face.

“How’s that spice?” Javier said trying not to laugh.

“It’ll... It’ll grow on me”. They both giggle.

“I’ve heard that many times before. It’s been years and still no progress” he said still trying to control the slight chuckle.

“It’s really been years, hasn’t it?” she said and looked at him. They both stared into each other’s eyes for a bit, some form of nostalgia washing over both of them, until she reached out into her pocket and pulled something out. “Speaking of years, or well, time I guess. Here’s what I found”. She showed Javier that silver watch she took from her drawer before she left the office.

“No way.. is that? Is that my watch?” he said and reach out for it. She handed him the watch, their hands touching for a bit and she remembered that day.

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It was a hot summer day and the car surely wasn’t parked in a shade before they got in it.

“Oh fuck” Javier said as he sat behind the wheel.

“You could actually cook something in here” she said and fanned herself with her hand.

They sat in silence for a bit. Javier rubbed his face with his hands while she sat on the passenger side with the door wide open, rubbing her right temple.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” Javier asked as he looked over to her.

“Yeah, I’m fine. He knocked the wind out of me, but everything seems fine”

“He would have thrown you out the window”

“He would have done a lot more, if it weren’t for your quick thinking. Thanks by the way”

“That’s the least I could do for a partner” Javier said as he looked her up and down.

They sat in the silence for a little bit.

“He tore off my watch, broke it” she said as she rubbed her left wrist, which most likely hurt since her facial expression shifted once she touched it. “It was my dad’s gift” she said with sadness in her voice.”I have a date tonight, and I don’t even know what time it is” she smiled a bit, thinking to herself that it was a bit absurd to think about such a thing after all that just happened.

Javier looked at his watch.

“Well it’s currently 6:47pm. And as I remember you have that date at 8pm.” Javier looked at his watch for a bit too long and unclasped it. “Here, take it” he said holding out his watch.

“What? Javi, I don’t need a watch that desperately, I’ll manage”

“Just take it for tonight, I know you don’t wanna be late, you like that guy. And we always get too focused on paper work to pay attention to the lobby clock”

She looked at his hand with his watch in it and thought for a moment before reaching out and touching Javier’s hand.

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“Some last day of trainee work that was” Javier said placing the watch on the table and bringing her back to present day. It seemed like he was reliving that same moment. “And you’ve kept the watch for so long”

“I forgot to return it the next day. And then we were transfered to different locations. I couldn’t just throw it out. I always wanted to return it.”

“It stayed with you for that long you should keep it” Javier said and took a sip of his coffee.

“Well it did get me through that date”

“Some date that was. You married the guy” he said with some heartache and bitterness, regretting his words seconds after as he cursed at himself, he should’ve thought more before speaking, he didn’t want to upset her.

“Some marriage that was. We ultimately got divorced” she took a sip of her coffee to wash away those rancid words with the bitter liquid, but decided that she hated it.

“Sorry for bringing it up” Javier said and looked at his own coffee cup. He felt like he was hitting all of the wrong spots today. Like poking a wounded animal with a stick. He didn’t want to do that. He’s been fond of her from their academy days and the feeling always increased with their every meeting, especially when they moved up from being just trainees to special agents.They didn’t get to see each other as much, but they would run into each other from time to time, catch up. The last time they had a catching up session like this was after the Escobar case, right before Javi went to spend some time back at his hometown.

“No, it’s fine.. It’s fine. So what are you going to do now that you’re free?” she emphasised the word free.

“I’m going back to Laredo. Gonna spend some time with my dad, help him out. He’s not getting any younger. What about you?”

“Oh, I don’t....know” she said as she twisted the cup of coffee in her hands.

Javier didn’t like this mood she was in. Quitting her job, not having a plan on what to do next. She was always one step ahead, organised. He knew that something was wrong and it broke his heart. She was probably hurting, as he guessed.

“Why don’t you come to Laredo with me for a while?” this time he said it after some thought, but still it felt like a wild card to him.

She looked up at him, with surprise on her face.

“Javi I-”

“I’m sure some fresh air and good company would do you go. We have plenty of room at home, you’d be welcome. And you don’t have any plans so” he clears his throat “I think..I’d be a good..idea”

“But, Javi, I wouldn’t want t-”

“You won’t be bothering anyone”

“What about your dad? I wouldn’t want to impose”

“Trust me, he likes company. So what do you say?”

“I mean it’s a big deal”

“It’s really not. Just for a couple of weeks”

“Ok, fine” she said as she took the watch that was still laying on the table and put it in her pocket.

“Great” Javier said as he took a sip of his coffee. He finally felt some relief in his heart.

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When she got back home it was already 5pm. Where did the time go? They spent their time talking about their academy days, and their trainee days, also talking a bit about the trip.

“What did I get myself into” she said as she poured herself a glass of water.

She brushed a hand over the side of her blazer and was reminded of the watch that was still in her pocket. She took it out and looked at it, caressing it with her thumb as a smile grew on her face. And to think she wanted to throw it away. Gosh, what a foolish move would that have been. She never realises just how much she had missed him until they meet again and this time was to exception.

“Yeah... Some date that was” she said as she sat at the kitchen table still looking at the watch, contemplating the events of today. She stopped her thoughts and realised what she actually had agreed to do - travel to Laredo with Javi- and laughed to herself.

“Well... maybe it’ll be fun” she said to herself, as she took a nother sip of water, with somewhat forced positivity, but excitement too.

#Javier Peña #Javier Peña x OC #Narcos #fanfic

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fishybehavior · 4 years ago

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Bad Plan

Kai kidnaps Zane after he panics and is close to figuring it out. Zane sees how Kai and Nya are treated by Krux.

I gave this a quick over edit and it isn’t done, so yeah. . .

Zane rebooted from the hit he took in the museum. His senses grainy and glitching as his systems adjusted to his new surroundings. Purposely staying slumped over as he heard voices.

“... you. . .. think through. . . c’mon Kai. This. . . find us now!” Zane heard a female voice he recognized as Nya’s, from somewhere down the hall. Zane was in a cell, peaking his eyes open he saw Kai and Nya walking towards the cell, seemingly in an argument.

“Well I’m sorry! But he figured out Sanders was Krux. Are you saying I should have just let him go or let him figure out I’m working with him!” Kai hissed back

“I’m not saying you should have let him leave, but just kidnapping him right then and there is probably the next worst thing to do!”

“How! What should I have done, then!”

“Fricken tell me dunderhead, then you’d lead him out of the museum! I would join you then we would quietly take him out.”

“What difference does that make!?”

He heard her sigh, “Because he probably has an SOS signal that pings whenever he is unexpectedly taken out. The ninja will know he disappeared from the museum, placing suspicion on us!”

Suddenly a new voice interrupted, “What in the blazes is going on!” And the figure Zane previously knew as Saunders, stepped into his line of sight.

“Kai messed up, he kidnapped the nindroid and brought him here. He’s over there,” Nya stated pointing at Zane, who still appeared to be deactivated in the corner of his cell.

“Kai. . .,” He heard Krux sigh, “What was your reasoning for bringing him back here? He probably has a GPS signal that would notify the ninja of our location!”

“I’m sorry! I- He figured out who you where and I couldn’t let him go, so I-”

“You panicked?”

“Well… no, I just thought this would be-” He was cut off by Krux, who turned to Nya, “Have you made sure he’s not sending a signal back to the others?

“That’s what I was just about to do.” She said and bowed out of the conversation to go to Zane’s cell. Zane watched her as she opened the cell and walked in with a toolbox, opening it on the table next to the bed he was in. pulling out several tools as she turned to him, “I know you’re not asleep, now are you going to tell me if and where your location signal is or am I going to have to root around for it?”

Zane stayed silent, ignoring her, still looking at Kai and Krux talking. Trying to focus on what they were saying instead of Nya, grunting in annoyance as she tried to open his chest panel.

“. . . - I can deal with them if they come to the museum looking. They trust me, I can- “

“Kai, I’m going to have to let Nya deal with them, I don’t want you making any more mistakes. We’re so close, do you understand how important these last few days are?”

“Of course I do, I-”

“Then why are you making such. . . shortsighted decisions?”

“I’m sorry, I just thought-”

Zane winced as Nya pulled on something, turning off his homing signal. Zane only hoped that his brothers were able to get a clear signal before she shut it off.

“. . .yes you are great at making off the cuff decisions, but right now those shortsighted decisions will have unforeseen consequences that will ruin our plans.”

“But Nya makes spontaneous decisions as well, you-

“No she does not. Her skills in forethought are greatly needed right now. These are not your strengths, you make decisions that are best for the present but that might derail our plans in the end. You must focus on tasks that you are given for the moment, so that we can get the rest of the preparations finished for our final attack.” Krux said placing a hand on the youth’s shoulder.

“Of course.

Nya will deal with the ninjas when they come to the museum, and you will be waiting in the wings for her signal in case she needs your help.”

This is unfinished so it ends here. I might finish this idk

if you want more wips, just ask! Got any suggestions or ideas? totally open!! 😊😊

#elllch #i tried #ninjago #evil siblings au #kai #nya #krux #zane #kidnapping #idk #i tried doing this thing where #this is why i dont write dialoge #krux is a d*ck #fic #wip

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meggie-stardust · 4 years ago

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GUNDAM WING - 2020 REWATCH - 19 - 20

What stands out now:

19. Assault on Barge

Think we are in for some 1x2 shenanigans (and as an old school 1x2 shipper, I AM READY)

HOWARD just strikes me as a guy who only listens to Jimmy Buffett. Like, he might help repair Tallgeese, but he’s just counting down to 5:00 so he can get his margaritaville on

“That’s an interesting looking machine… oh, it’s Tallgeese, I made it btw.”

“This isn’t what we meant” is totally a Gundam Wing song. Fight me. (actually I’m gonna make a whole post about this later, because I need to elaborate)

Colonel Une is nutbar: Her order is let him live if he’s ugly?? I have no memory of this?

OZ is like “OMG IT’S A GUNDAM!? On the thing that’s holding a Gundam?! HOW COULD WE HAVE BEEN PREPARED FOR THIS?!”

Duo’s cheery “You’re gonna die” is great. Duo is like the looks like a cinnamon roll but will kill you meme, and I love it.

“Tag along on my journey into hell” is such a fierce line

Trowa is the unexpected voice of reason

“What’s this?” Cabbage, dumb-dumb. Don’t you have salad in space??

Come on Heero, you managed to hide a gun in spandex, you can’t hide it in your jeans better. Why are you so bad at this?

That hero shot for Heero. Chefs kiss. It’s so good.

Duo: You can kill me if you want; Heero: Oh no. You asked me to kill you? Now I have feelings for you.

Describing the Mobile Dolls as “Annihilation machines” seems like a bad thing, tbh. But would be a badass name for a metal band.

How is Lady Une is magically sending out her peace talk? Does she have the same magic powers as Quatre?

Oh no. Are the mobile dolls attacking our own Leos?? What could possibly go wrong here?

Oh no, they are annihilation machines. How could we possibly have seen this coming.

Getting the Mobile Dolls to attack the Leos and the space suits is the best executed plan that Heero’s been a part of so far. We don’t see how it happens, and we know he didn’t have an escape plan, so I’m going to assume this was Duo’s idea.

20. The Lunar Base Infiltration

Duo: You can’t tell me not to come; Heero: You’re injured, you’ll get in the way; Duo: You know what?! I didn’t want to go anyway, so I’ll just stay here; Heero: Fine; Duo: FINE.

The moon is just one shitty mall. Figures

There’s something haunting about hanging a half built mech with all it’s wires hanging out. Eva really leaned into it, but we get it a lot in this episode with Vayeate and Sandrock.

Oh hey, it’s Sally Po

Oh hey, it’s the Maganac Corps

Oh hey, we can talk to each other without any sort of radio. Crazy!

Look, I don’t want Duo to cut his hair, but what an idiot. At least tuck it into your hat, man. The braid is pretty obvious, especially when you have wanted posters hanging around.

Trowa Barton. You really are just going to use the name you stole from someone else? And just tell OZ about it? Why are all the pilots so bad about their aliases.

That being said, Trowa is so cool. I am super into Trowa this time around.

NOOOOOOOOO. Come on Duo. This is not keeping a low profile.

Trowa’s tears. So iconic. So sad, he hasn’t cried in over a decade.

Lutenient Nichol is the only smart guy in Oz.

Oh man, Mercurius and the Vayeate. I remembered the names of these suits for 20 years, but I don’t know basic math. Go figure.

Lady Une/Colonel Une is so fascinating. Is she really unaware of her two sides? Did Trowa just break her? Does she not realize she’s part of OZ?

A-game from Trowa and Doctor S to totally ignore each other

Heero continues to be the worst at everything. What was his plan there? Why attack in Vayeate when everyone was there? When it’s not even fully bult? When you KNOW that Mercurius can just block it. WHY ARE YOU SO BAD AT THIS HEERO?

Why do I ship the pilots as soon as they point a gun at each other? 1x2 in the last episode; 1x3 here. I’m pretty sure Noin pulls a gun on Duo soon, too...

Thoughts:

Heero is set up to the best character in this show, and he’s pretty awesome, but all he wants to do is go to school and just hang out. At least, that seems to be the thing he’s good at because he’s not good at carrying out any mission plan. I mean, he looks good while doing it, but it never ends well... I remember back in the day there was this yahoo mailing list I was on SDDI: Society for the Defence of Duo’s Intelligence. IDK why people thought Duo wasn’t smart (I was on the list because it was good discussion and lots of fic, if I recall, also mailing lists were great). Anyway, so far none of them have been super successful with their plans, but Trowa and Wufei have been slightly more?

Also, we’ve been watching the Dub because that’s what @mpanighetti and I both watched on Toonami back in the day and we wanted the same experience... and having seen some of the sub, I think they do a pretty good job with a lot of the voices and the translations... that being said, Howard’s info dump at Zechs in 19 is just awful. I’m eager to go back and watch that scene subbed and see the differences.

What I think I remember for the next episode(s):

Heero and Trowa get to pilot Mercurius and the Vayeate against Tallgeese. I think we get a few more pilot pairups as well? We get a glimpse of Quatre’s home.

ALSO: We know that it was shortsighted to start this in early December 2020 and call this Rewatch 2020. I’m gonna continue to use the “Gundam wing rewatch 2020″ tag to track all this (and if you want to follow the tag, too), and I might just take the date off the titles going forward.

#gundam wing rewatch 2020 #gundam wing #gundam meme #mpanighetti #assault on barge #the lunar base infiltration

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