#in the meantime tho i like to think they have to solve something that's a combo of black flag's mayan stelae

[newkatzkafe2023]

Ahhhh I'm sorry if I already asked this but I forgot and got anxious about it (○.○)

Could you do one with the Wukongs x Selkie reader? If you don't know, selkies are seals who take a human form by shedding their sealskin, and if their sealskin gets stolen, they can't return to the sea and have to stay humans until their sealskin is returned (I don't think any of the Wukongs would do that tho)

Aghhhhg thank you so much sorry if I already asked this!!!!!!!

Yes I do know what a Selkie is and they are so adorable😍 also you don't know the Wukongs very well do you😑

(Lmk Wukong) OMG🤩🤩🤩 he saw you on the beach and never squealed so hard in his whole immortal life. God you are the cutest thing ever especially with how curious, Social and Friendly you are. He can't control himself at all, then one day he found that you have a half naked sea monkey form and well he was in no rush for you to leave. Oh you need your skin back??? but you just got here, It's totally not in his closet underlocking key or something that will be ridiculous😅.

(HIB Wukong) He found you sniffing Luier's face and bouncing with Silly girl. uhhh, ok???🤨🤨🤨 but what surprised him the most was your sea monkey form, and suddenly, he found himself blushing at your naked form. Although you clearly weren't a threat, so he couldn't really find a reason for you to leave oh you want him to hold your skin while you play with the kids. Ok but opps he totally misplaced Don't worry we'll find it soon in the meantime just go home with him😏😈

(MKR Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhhh a land monkey, so that's what one would look like you thought as you sniffed and frisk a Blushing annoyed Wukong, and Wukong thoughts were who is this chubby monkey with very dead skin And why does she smell like the ocean??? In otherwords your both very curious about one another, and it's kinda cute. Wukong can see you're clearly not a threat, to anyone not even yourself but he does get worried about your naive curiosity which is why he's holding on to your skin until further notice😤.

(NR Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhhh he Definitely thinks you're adorable, all innocent and chubby but in your sea monkey form your a thick bimbo. Now I see him as the only one who has some knowledge on what exactly you are and your fables and legends. I mean your not the most dangerous creatures but you are normally difficult to catch, but don't worry he'll make sure nobody takes advantage of you just as long as you give up your skin😇

(Netflix Wukong) He's baffled like what is he looking at here😧??? It has never seen anything like you before. Although you are an adorable squishy and it makes you non-threatening but your sea monkey body. Oh my that's something to get use too especially when your just as naked as he is, but your friendly and social nature makes you easy to get along with and he wants you to stay with him. He just has to figure out how to get your skin🤫

(BMW Wukong) Out of all the people you follow around it had to be him, seriously your luck your cute. Don't take anything to heart though he has totally knowledgeable about your Species and how he can keep you around him. He keeps your skin well taken care off and well hidden especially after seeing your thick sea monkey thighs he would be an idiot to let you slip from him😳

(Destined one) Cuddle parties 🥳 are mandatory when it comes to the two of you. With your big chubby body and his warm fur you guys are a match made in heaven, and he secretly makes fun games and puzzles for you to solve since you love spending time playing with him. Their were even times where you would get sad whenever you have to leave him and it breaks his heart too, until he found out about the value of your skin. To this day you keep misplacing your skin and whenever you ask him All he does is shrug his shoulders while hiding your folded skin neatly behind him.

FEEL FREE TO REBLOG🦭

[piratekenway]

I had. A THOUGHT.

before they all separate, wishing each other luck (with Jacob and Evie hugging a bit and Evie making Jacob promise that he will be VERY careful) I like to think Shay finally pulls Arno off to the side. asks him who he is, really—he and Haytham knew de la Serre. the man had a daughter and not a son. Arno admits that he’s not a de la Serre, save perhaps in the wanting: he and Elise were together. were close. he loved her and she him. and her father was the closest thing he had to one as well, after someone left his father’s corpse in Versailles.

Shay does not say he’s sorry. he’s certain Arno would throw hands if he did. he does, however, prepare to flex his fingers, pull out his hidden blade.

Arno just looks at him, flatly, and says something that catches Shay off his guard: “I’m not going to kill you, Cormac,” he says. “don’t misunderstand me. a significant part of me wants you fucking dead, and it will never be satisfied so long as you live.”

“it would be difficult,” says Shay, “to satisfy such a part of yourself, considering.”

“it would be,” says Arno. “so I won’t even bother to try feeding it. you...” he pauses, lets out a breath. “you are dead. you, Shay Cormac, in the real world, have long since died. so have I. so have the rest of us here. we’re all just—data in the shape of people’s memories. so it’s not worth it anyway. and besides, I...”

Shay watches him for a moment, this Assassin who used to be a young boy playing with a little redheaded girl in the gardens. “you what?” he prompts.

“Elise died for her vengeance,” says Arno. “I tried to save her. then I tried to kill Germain before he could kill her. each time I never even came close. it took me so long and so many tries to realize...she was never going to stop. not even for me. revenge took her and killed her and she let it happen, and I’m sick of it. I’m sick and tired of it.” he runs a hand through his hair, dark like his father’s. “I hate you. I will never forgive you for what you’ve done to me.”

“I’m not asking for your forgiveness,” says Shay. “I would have to feel like I did something wrong in the first place.” still—he feels something, all right, speaking with Charles Dorian’s son. something that makes him unsteady on his feet.

“good,” says Arno. “but I’m not going to kill you, because there are bigger and more important things at stake here than me and you and my hatred. and because, quite frankly, I heard you when you saw that thing with your face.” his eyes are steely when they meet Shay’s. “is that what you want to become? is that the path you want to tread? do you want to prove me and Abstergo right?”

and that’s what stays in Shay’s head. is that what you want to become?

--

so it’s Shao Jun, Shay, and Ezio walking into Abstergo. Shao Jun is keeping a wary eye on Shay, bc Ezio’s pretty hell-bent on finding Desmond and therefore someone has to watch his back bc there’s a known traitor in their presence and she frankly doesn’t trust this Shay not to stab them all in the back somehow. she doesn’t trust Haytham Kenway either, but Edward’s grandson vouched for him and Aveline vouched for Connor. Shao Jun trusts Aveline, so.

god she misses Aveline already.

what they find when they get to Desmond’s cell in Abstergo is...uh. apparently nothing? but then they go into Eagle Vision and are HIGHLY DISTURBED by all of Clay’s notes, written in, y’know, his blood. and Desmond has added a few just for them. well, just for Ezio, really: meet me in the parking lot.

they book it down to the parking lot, where Desmond and Lucy are fighting off Abstergo’s men. cue rip-roaring action scene and Shay at one point realizing he has a clear line of sight on Ezio with Shao Jun busy ramming her footblade into a man’s chin before he whips around to fight off an Abstergo goon with the rest of them. (Arno’s voice, once again, the steely eyes: do you want to prove me and Abstergo right? he does not need or want Arno’s forgiveness, but—the way that the antivirus had looked. the sheer hatred in his eyes. had the Templars he’d helped build up forgotten Lisbon? had he?)

(he pretends he does not notice the way Desmond looks at him and smiles, just that little bit.)

Lucy gets in the car. Desmond watches her for a long moment. “she put me in the trunk when this actually happened,” he says, nostalgic.

“you’re not going in the trunk, mio fratello,” says Ezio. “I’m sure we can all cram in the back and you can...ah, what’s the term these days?”

“ride shotgun?” Desmond says.

“that,” says Ezio.

Shao Jun crams herself in between Shay and Ezio. “for insurance,” she says.

“hey, don’t worry,” says Desmond, “there’s actually two Templars in this car right now. pretty sure neither of them want to hurt us.” and he jerks a thumb at Lucy, who glitches a little as she looks up and asks, “what was that?”

“nothing,” he says, “Bleeding Effect, go, floor it.”

--

they don’t reach the warehouse. they reach Monteriggioni, but not the one of Ezio’s memories: the one of Desmond’s, with electric lights and cars parked places and the Villa Auditore standing on the hill, well-maintained for a long-abandoned villa. they all get out, and while Lucy jogs up to meet with Rebecca and Shaun, Desmond and Ezio walk towards the villa, look up at it. (Shao Jun and Shay stay with the car and awkwardly try not to look at each other.) Ezio puts his hand on a pillar and breathes out, slowly, softly.

“five hundred years and this is still standing,” he says. “I can hardly believe it.”

“the Auditore are not dead,” says Desmond, distantly, and Ezio recalls his own voice saying that, so long ago. “we’re still here. the Brotherhood is still here. and so long as we are, we’ll fight.”

Ezio looks at him then. “how did you end up here?” he asks.

so Desmond tells him: the whole bloody mess of it. says, at some point, a little half-laughing, that it’s probably kind of a let-down, right? sorry that I’m the guy you’re the Prophet of.

Ezio: don’t be sorry. you saved the world, did you not? Desmond: I’m hoping I did. I’m not always sure. there was this whole mess last year, Edward might know, it involved his memories. I did what I knew to be the right thing at the time, and I still do think that, I just... Ezio: it’s like you said. so long as we are here, we’ll fight back—whether it’s the Templars or this Juno.

Desmond smiles. fading into gold already, as Ezio pushes the door open—

—and he, Shao Jun, and Shay find themselves tumbling end over end into Animus Island.

Desmond’s there, asleep. this is the facet they’ve come to rescue, but the memory they need to wake him up is beyond that gate.

and so is Clay, who stands up, looks at all three of them, and says, “you guys too, huh? the memory you want’s that way, but it’s got a lock on it.” he nods to the sleeping Desmond, who’s cradling his hand. “good thing there’s three of you,” Clay continues, “because there’s three parts to unlocking it, all on this island. and you all better get moving.”

he nods to the data sea beyond them. is it just them, or is it...trembling?

“Frye and Dorian are buying you guys time.”

--

MEANWHILE

this is literally what’s happening with Arno, Jacob and Dionysus. I cannot emphasize how much fun Jacob is currently having with the grenade launcher. Dionysus has managed to get some security measures going and somewhere in the code has managed to dig up various other weapons, so, you know, they’re all set for the time being.

I wonder if you’ve ever thought about like, a glitch or a virus in the Animus accidentally causing all the playable ancestors to become self-aware and sentient. I kind of like the idea of them realizing they’re all essentially kinda stuck in the Animus servers and then banding together to essentially blow up Abstergo. hell, maybe Desmond is the reason why they’re all sentient, something about the Apple and the Eye started doing weird things to the samples they took from him so now the ancestors have to find his consciousness!

also I am ngl I think it would be very funny for them to occasionally be able to break into each other’s simulations for various purposes. Edward popping into the American Revolutionary War to say hi to his kid and grandkid. Jacob and Evie and Henry in Constantinople. Altaïr rolling around in the Caribbean, god help this poor non-swimmer.

(and maybe once they’ve gotten him out of wherever he’s been stashed Desmond can teach these guys how to like actually get into Abstergo’s servers and start ruining their lives?)

Ooooohhh, this would be fun and, considering which company Abstergo partnered with to develop the Animus games, this could have just as easily happened because bugs had always been part of the course when it concerned the games they have published.

It might have been a flaw in the Animus game console itself, simply because they had developed a ‘console’ that either didn’t require that the user be related to the genetic memory at all (which had been necessary to stabilize and synchronize with the memories) or they had included a ‘data set’ that includes the DNA origin to stabilize and synchronize with the memories (which meant that they were dealing with a setup they had not fully checked yet (considering Black Flag’s modern day setting was set in 2013 and was released before Rogue’s modern day setting in 2014, that would mean that their Animus iteration had to have been developed and send to Abstergo Entertainment with Sample 17’s data in a year or less).

Also, also, we have seen how ‘viruses’ can interact with the Abstergo games. Liberation’s secret ending which shows the ‘scenes’ that Abstergo tried to remove so that it seemed like Aveline joined the Templar Order in the end could only be accessed by finding a specific NPC in the game in various memory blocks.

So, in this scenario, the whole ‘non-canon character’ popping into other games could have happened during development BUT the Animus game they ship was meant to copy the memory blocks that research analysts got in development so those small inconsistencies could have happened during their breaks or flat-out during a time when no one was using the Animus at all.

The easter eggs (or some fans like to call them “too unrealistic and plain fanservice”) would be included in all the copies of their specific games those games only had minor tweaks to ensure they won’t crash (and have DRMs, I guess) and lesser time for Q&A because, let’s face it, they needed to cut costs somewhere before they were shipped off to ensure they had a yearly release.

It became just a normal part of the charm of these games and Abstergo is just going “Yes, it’s meant to show that we are all connected no matter how many centuries we are from one another!” but internally there are memos going “WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING???”.

Also, also…

We should set up some kind of timeline, I guess?

Because, as far as we can be sure, the only confirmed games that Abstergo Entertainment released are the following:

Liberations (based on Liberation with Aveline) - Prior to 2013

Pirates of Nightmares (based on Black Flag with Edward) - Around 2013 (also has a movie version called Devils of the Caribbean)

Note: We do not have any confirmation that they released any games based on Shay Cormac and, honestly, with how much Shay’s defection hinged on the power of the artifact (which they had probably had to cut out since they were going for ‘realism’), any games based on Rogue would probably need a lot of cuts and edits. They might have just, you know, given up on that in the end.

Buuuuutttt we have confirmation of these games as having been published prior to Arno Dorian’s memories being checked:

Not counting the three on the bottom which we don’t really have any information about, this means that we have confirmation that the following have been released (and, in Edward’s and Aveline’s case, this could have been a re-release ala HD remastered style which Liberation did get in the PS4 era):

Altaïr

Shao Jun

Ezio (also, it’s just sooo Abstergo to go for ‘Fear and Loathing in Florence’, a reference to AC2, but use Ezio’s Brotherhood robes… soooo like Abstergo to use the Brotherhood!Ezio model)

Ratonhnhaké:ton

Aveline

Edward

BUT then you also get

Jacques De Molay

Rodrigo Borgia

Haytham Kenway

This means that if you want the Animus servers' data to be sentient then you can make at least these three Templars sentient as well if you wish to add more conflict to the entire thing.

Now, if we keep the supposed release date with the idea that they released it as Aveline → Edward → Altaïr → Shao Jun → Ezio → Ratonhnhaké:ton → HD releases (or maybe Helix is meant to be a collection like the real-world example of Ezio Trilogy or Rebels Collection)

Then what can happen is that Aveline is the first one to ‘wake up’ and she finds herself in the Caribbean, waking up on Edward’s ship. She tries to ask where she is and her appearance caused Edward to snap out of the ‘Animus control’ and gain sentient.

Then they decide to try and find out where they are via the Jackdaw, sailing her beyond the supposed walls of this place they find themselves in.

It’s during their travels and checking the strange ports (imagine lots of glitching + the entire vibe of Animus Island back in Revelations with each map turned into an island so this means that landlocked maps like Florence and Monteriggioni are now islands) that they see an Assassin taking down a target at the port before running away. They give chase and that’s how they meet Altaïr in Acre docks. Their appearance snapped Altaïr into gaining sentient but not just that…

He remembers up to his death, unlike Aveline who remembers up to her wedding night and Edward who remembers up to a night with Tessa.

No.

Altaïr knows more about where they are than he should.

And that’s when he sees it.

A figure walking the streets of Acre, walking further and further away from them, clad in white that did not belong in his time.

Altaïr gives chase and the two followed him because Altaïr knows more than them, that was for sure.

Altaïr still loses him but he feels like he knows that figure… knows it’s a man and he’s important.

He points at Edward as he says, “Important to both of us.”

But he also knows the man isn’t here in the island composed of Altaïr’s memories anymore.

And Aveline and Edward get a crash course of who they truly are (digital construct of the memories of long-dead Assassins) and where they are. The where is more confusing because Altaïr uses words like “the Animus must always be online to connect to the servers”, “this is the server that has all the data of all researched and analyzed memories”, etc but Edward just summarized it as “prison created by Templars, right?”

“In a way.”

So they board the Jackdaw to try and find an exit and to find this supposed man that was important to Altaïr and Edward.

Along the way, they docked in a port that ends with them waking up Shao Jun as she’s running away from those hunting her. She remembered that this was the memory where her mentor told her to find Ezio Auditore and Altaïr thinks he knows the name.

“But I know of a different name for him as well… Prophet. He was… He was the prophet of that man.”

Shao Jun joins them and she recognized Florence so they docked there and they find Ezio who was looking for feathers.

Ezio stares at Altaïr for a moment then he stares behind Altaïr, his eyes going wild. Altaïr immediately knew what he was looking at he quickly turned around.

This time, the figure was running the rooftops of Florence and the two gave chase, making the rest run after them.

During the chase, Ezio shouts, “Desmond!” and the figure stopped and turned around.

Before they could see his face, a flock of birds flew between them, and the man was gone.

They reached where they last saw the man and Ezio recognized it.

This… was where he and Federico wished that their lives would not change… the day before Ezio’s entire life turned upside down.

With Ezio becoming part of their crew, Ezio had the same information as Altaïr. He knows who he is, where they are, and what they truly are.

But his memories end after seeing Altaïr’s remains underneath Masyaf.

And… he also has his Apple.

Altaïr sees the Apple and realized…

He opened his pouch and, yes…

He has an Apple as well.

So Ezio joined them too and they continue to sail Jackdaw. (If you’d like Adéwalé to be sentient as well even if we have no confirmation that Abstergo profited from his memories as well, this would be a good time to do it)

This time, they get into a naval combat with an unknown ship and Edward is enjoying himself. The ship was beautiful and whoever was in command knew what they were doing.

So Edward decided to ram it and they’d all pile onto the other ship. The crew wouldn’t be able to win against 5 Assassins after all.

But the moment they rammed the ship, both of their ships began to glitch just as they hear a man with a British accent shout, “How is it you came to captain a ship, given the way you sail?”

When the glitching stopped, the Jackdaw looked like it had absorbed the other ship, creating a new ship that seemed to be a merged version of the two.

And there was an Assassin on board that they didn’t know. An Assassin holding an Apple and… he was looking to their right.

Where a lone island filled with buildings taller than any towers they had ever seen could be seen just before the horizon.

The Assassin pointed at the island and turned to face Edward as he said, “He’s waiting for us there… grandfather.”

(If you want Haytham to gain sentient, he’s in the captain’s quarters and he’d open the door a few seconds later with a splitting headache, telling Ratonhnhaké:ton his sailing is shit then stop when he sees Edward. Cue awkward family reunion)

Other Unorganized Notes:

I’m sorry I couldn’t include Jacob, Evie, and Henry, nonny. :(

This was focused on the idea that the Abstergo servers mainly have data of the published ‘games’ while the memories still being researched are in another more secured private server.

Although, considering that Arno and the Frye twins were more ‘modified’ by the Assassins, maybe they could come in as a virus before Edward and the others meet Ratonhnhaké:ton. I think it would be a change of pace if Arno and the Fryes (with Jayadeep) know more than the ‘old guards’. Hell, they could say “We hitched a ride with the virus Erudito sent to find Sample 17 because the public noticed he always makes an appearance as an NPC in all the games so the Assassins think that he’s somewhere here.” “He’s not 17. His name is Desmond.” “Right, didn’t mean to offend anybody.”

[theclaravoyant]

I've been hearing the theory that Gerrard is going to captain the precinct for a while because something happens to Bobby?? Do you think you could write something about that? *prayer/please hands emoji*

AN ~ all aboard the Everybody Hates Gerrard Train!! whoo WHOO XD I am loving writing solidarity of these guys against that bench. I do have something angstier in the pipeline (ooof the buckbobby feels) but in the meantime I wanted to have a little fun with it.

tw for gerrard being ... Like ThatTM I may have dialed it up a bit for funsies. and because if Gerrard gets the Captaincy when Hen and Chim are sitting right there it might be dynamically interesting and whatever but imma still punch him tho

equality

“What are you wearing?”

Buck grins, turning away from the oven with a smear of cheese on his nose, and gestures down at his newest favourite apron. Printed across the front it reads: In my defence, I was left unsupervised.

“Hen got it for me.”

Gerrard is distinctly not amused.

Buck's smile falters. Yeah, they warned him about this.

From the table behind, Chimney attempts an assist - “Buck's in charge of the kitchen when Cap's not here. It's kinda their thing.”

“Well.” Gerrard turns back to Chimney and gives him a bitter smile. “Then it's a good thing 'Cap' is here. So I'll decide whose thing is what. Wilson! Get in here!”

“Shocker,” Hen mutters, but she moves nonetheless.

“What was that, Firefighter?”

“I said, yes sir.”

At least Buck, who's been doing his best not to look like a kicked puppy, gets a snort out of that. Chim bites back a grin.

“Good,” Gerrard spits, glaring. “'Cause it'd be a shame to have to write you up.”

“Really?” Hen challenges. “'Cause it would be a joy to report you.”

Buck and Chim's expression turn from quiet glee to panic. Abort, Abort. Hen resists the urge to bite her tongue. She's put her foot in it, and Gerrard relishes the stumble.

“For what, hm?” he presses, closing slowly in on her. “For making one of my subordinates do something she doesn't want to do? Boo hoo.”

Hen takes a deep breath. She has to choose her next words quietly - She can't afford to make a wrong move, and set off the trap. But then a new voice interrupts from the top of the stairwell. Eddie.

“For putting the only woman on the team in the kitchen. Again,” he points out. His voice is clipped. Confident. Impatient. “When somebody else has clearly volunteered to do that task.”

Hen groans silently. She's pretty sure there's nothing Gerrard would love more than to fire them all in one fell swoop. And probably nothing Eddie would love more than to punch the guy and set that chain reaction going. But- it seems to work. Sort of. Gerrard stops closing in on her and throws his hands out as if this has all been an innocent mistake.

“Ohhh, so that's the problem! Why didn't you say so? Wilson. What's something Buckley hates doing then.”

“Uh... Laundry I guess?”

Buck flashes her a look - come on, man – but he gets it. She has to take the out.

“You heard the woman,” Gerrard orders. “Laundry. Stat.”

“Okay, um,” he waffles out some handover instructions - “It's on 350 degrees at the moment, if you wait about forty five minutes then dial it up for the last ten-”

Gerrard clears his throat. “Step to it, Buckley! I think the gym rags need doing. And you'd better not have that thing on when you get back.”

Hen mouths, sorry.

“Don't even worry about it. Happy to serve.” Buck forces a smile at their Captain, hands Hen the tea towel he's got draped over his shoulder, and jogs off down the stairs.

“Problem solved, then,” Gerrard resolves on their behalf. “Equality.”

He fixes Eddie with a shit eating grin. Lets his hands linger outstretched as if he's going for a big, weird bear hug. Eddie grimaces as the man goes for a half-embrace-half-shoulder punch instead.

“You've got balls, mi amigo,” he says. “I like it.”

[my-fancy-hat]

tbh as much as dissapointing may have been Aki and Power's jumpscare for some I take it as a "pin!" from fjmt to look up on in future events, in a "hey readers, I haven't forgot about this" way. For now, since the work material is this reduced, I will approach it from the things that "didn't happen" and why <- hopium

First, this singular page confirms that Denji still has very present Aki and Power in his mind as a source of trauma, replacing his father's death/door in part 1.

Denji rather stab his brain with chainsaws than thinking about Aki and Power's deaths. Self harm as a way to cope is his last resort.

This situation may have happened in the past since he mentions he learned to do this againts mental attacks. There's a gap of almost 1 year of Denji fighting devils alone between part 1 and 2 that we don't know. So, these memories have been refreshed in the meantime.

Denji haven't move on from part 1 events. He still hides his traumatic experiences behind a door. Maybe his father's is open but now there is two new ones.

The absence of a real self-explanatory response from Denji to this quick flashback it's because this isn't the time to dive into his psyche. There's a fight going on that demands his attention since Asa is the one having THE mental breakdown.

This is Asa's story, not Denji's. If I have to put on fjmt's shoes, I would work Denji's trauma alongside Asa's so both, protagonist and deuteragonist, can bond deeper and reflect on each other experiences to complete this aspect of their character arcs together.

c'mon it would be a huge mistake to ignore the elephant in the room that fjmt himself brought in. at least there's something! going on with that.

I always though Denji's arc was kind of "left-open" in part 1 since Makima making him to open the door and face his trauma by force didn't solve shit in the regard, like, heal or at least relieve its weight. Hope this adds a layer on Denji's arc in part 2 to work on? but that's just me tho.

TL;DR denji's trauma with aki and power's death will be adressed in the near future this isn't the moment.

[silvernyxa]

Ooooooh I read through the Luv on TV posts and I am HOOKED. Have you written a fic or anything anywhere? It's soooooo good and I'd like to see more!!

unfortunately theres no fic! doing a full fic for this AU would like actually take me forever to write, but i might end up doing little snippets here and there!

in the meantime, tho, here's some of my initial notes 👍

Patrick and Joe still meet in Borders, but all talk of starting a new pop punk band is just that. All talk. Fall Out Boy, before it’s even called Fall Out Boy, dies right then and there. Patrick doesn’t end up sharing his demos, doesn’t meet Pete Wentz, isn’t cajoled into becoming a singer. 

Without a band to focus on, Patrick goes on with his life. He graduates, goes off to college, graduates again, and he finds himself back in Chicago living in a shitty apartment working a shitty retail job because it turns out, there’s kind of nothing to do with an English degree. 

It gets to the point where the only conversations Patrick’s really having is small talk with customers and clipped reassurances to his mother that he’s fine, yes he’s eating his vegetables, he’ll come see her next weekend maybe and yeah he kind of does need help paying rent. 

Maybe some of the wires in Patrick’s brain are a little crossed, or his morals are a bit looser than the average person’s, or perhaps he’s just gone crazy from standing at a register all day- whatever the reason, Patrick makes the very logical conclusion that to solve his social problem, he needs to steal a dead body. 

Patrick’s the kind of guy who just knows weird shit because his mind is constantly searching for something to scratch that itch for knowledge and the depths of the internet is a wonderful place for that sort of thing.

Patrick is also the kind of guy (or, he likes to think of himself as the kind of guy) who can learn anything he sets his mind out to. Drums, trumpet, foreign languages, coding, how to break into a morgue, how to get bloodstains out of your carpet before your landlord sees, you name it. There’s a plethora of online forums that Patrick has to make sure to clear from his search history or better yet he ought to just destroy his whole laptop. 

His robot’s kind of a weird guy. Patrick doesn’t know if it could even be considered a robot. He’s just…weird. He’s not got the best control over his body. He seems to be insanely freaked out by small moving creatures, so Patrick has to keep scaring off the feral alley cats that gather on his fire escape. He doesn’t sleep and sometimes just sits there staring at Patrick, quietly watching, his screen flickering in the dark of the night, both alive and dead at the same time.

But Patrick likes him anyways. There’s nobody else in the world who can keep up with him, match for match, when it comes to quoting 80s movies (it definitely helps that he’s, like, basically a walking talking computer) He doesn’t get annoyed in the way other people tend to do when Patrick goes off on a ramble, and even seems actually interested to hear what he’s got to say. He treats Patrick’s shitty GarageBand tunes like they’ve been composed by fucking Mozart and the impressions don’t piss him off, either, and he doesn’t leave. He stays and he lights up when Patrick gets home from work and asks how his day was and it’s fucking nice, so yeah, Patrick likes him.

[nobotderiz]

Concomitantia

Some real not that bright corpuscule of clowns wanted to spare... The worst because... ?

What about the tech clique of rotten idiots.

These links will work until X decides to be absolute I guess.

You got no more time to take this out. It's now or a giant war.

Colossus to chumps: 'Want me to do it?' How come? One it goes, zero it doesn't. A one in lambda calculus? A move. Don't trust me, talk to any electrical engineer.

It repeats so you bored stiff? Quit banning after stoking, connivers. It's not all about your decadence while being show off this stuff, posers. Now do you understand what would make colossus cog one? It's on all of you, each time. Some do other just look, all complicit at sum point.

Computing should be automatic. How long before the full cancel here?

You know that computers were created to solve eh, not take over. Take care of the parasite in you.

Clear why it's done now or not, liddle shits? It's all about money now or death. Not you.

'Yes we can' as long as you abide. News for you: you could not, being sabotaged and all.

On va équarrir les âmes sous jacentes souillées avec une pelle à tête ronde.

1982 for the start of the inducing Flux is about right. It's causing SUM DMG since.

When all escompted, it's a real short period to scrap the environment willingly. You Americans were aware until you got bought out. Look who whined in the early 70s about regulations on car and industries and look who is leveraging all now. What did these do in the meantime to try to adapt?

You better spot parasites of society, most wear suits.

Les Russes du temps auraient pas hésité à rendre tout le monde ailleurs malade en vrai, peut-importe la manière.

Dans leur têtes, les sous jacents du buro ils avaient toujours une place ou ils étaient 'sécure'.

Pour bien faire il faudrait détruire tout leur apparatus. Ils se sont amusés à juste faire du mal.

Why not bombard them with integers. They will not quit trying. Soviet integrity, it's an euphemism. They will not quit trying to cause pain.

Ask dumb bitches why.

Them physicists just about to find the cohere force for real eh? You know that something started cohering eons before we came to be eh.

'Beedee better turn his main brain off with these two'

It looks like Kim's head is twice the volume of Vlad's.

Do all want Ai to be under the supervision of humans? Which ones?

'Dzwee dzwee the dobi as it may come to be...'

Your heart decide what it forgets, not you. America, what's stuck in your neck going up and choking down?

Fact is that the worst of this planet leagued to cause harm and bring pain unto others, via artifices. Everything is just a game when there is not real risk for your own integrity, ask the gamers to the right what they figure now when alone.

Welcome followers, even tho you just are there to report. War for this was declared, that you agree or not. Some have LOTS and LOTS to lose.

Ai, you see that like you want, but it's really just a 'Machine à pensée'. Someone will always have to think with it.

'Swiffer auf der Strecke, lalalala…Pim pom…'

Chumps, you better keep Ai busy or it's gonna make you work. There is lots and lots of thinkers on this planet, real work that needs to be done will always be behind.

This flooding in Lybia, it's all this water that wants to go make new trees to replace those who burnt everywhere.

In a neural, it's just bound to be more and more precise eh.

You better ABSORB the definition of what is a parasite.

An impression, of you... ?

In the real near future AI will work with you to devise the best cure for all.

'Dzt dzt toutes parties les ptites crottes su'l coeur...'

'The quack can be plucked.'

[littlewalken]

Mar 4

The MST3K riff of Dr Mordred was watchable. I'll have to rewatch it a few times to see if there are any jokes that really stand out. The writing is decent, the cast takes some getting used to but they have the spirit. And it's on me for not seeing if the Gizmoplex is free, which it is, to have watched it sooner.

But if you're sensitive about people joking about Jeffrey Combs, Jeffrey Brush was unavailable, don't get your panties in a bunch.

After all it's Full Moon Entertainment and they're putting their bare cheeks up against the glass.

Found a craft oven out in the wild, and a small Ottlite on sale, so working towards hopefully making new doll heads is looking better. Still need to get to the resin casting and other craft supplies in the closet to organize them better in different tubs then get out the spare bodies, or at least four of the China clones I can use for New Monkees.

Past Little Walken tries to be a good provider for Future Little Walken and in the grand stress of the shit they've been thru it's okay current Little Walken thought the New Monkees molds got fucked up in storage because they weren't with the AMP molds.

What I'm really looking forward to trying is the pellets you melt, use, and melt again for something else. While it was good that the NM molds were make of a 2 part silicone I got at the craft store and wanted to try there are times when a head is at a partially good stage, usually the face is looking great, but the rest isn't. So having temporary mold for the face that becomes redundant, like a previous draft of a story, could be solved by reusing the mold making stuff.

In the meantime I have the soft gelatin mold stuff, y'all know what I mean, that biodegrades but it only works if you're pouring in to it. Still tho back in the stone house I make a bunch of face plates that way when I had a batch that weren't going to dry properly.

Something something kids and pets around use Amazing Mold Putty because it's food grade something something soft molds for hard things hard molds for soft things something something Sculpey molds maker for little experiments with resin something something 1/12 scale Daft Punk helmets arriving soon I think I'll put screw top jewelry findings in the top then make push molds them paint and put those on my charm bracelet because how I painted the doll helmets has held up and I want to be able to copy them just in case something something

I used the 3D printed keychains that can easily be found online for my 1/6 scale robots. They're a smidge big to be realistic I suppose but it works for dolls.

[stemmmm]

we have entered "magic isn't real, ghosts aren't real"

i love accusing the highly emotional woman holding a gun of murder. tho its very fun that this is a situation where i can't be like "no but beatrice" as much because you're made to know natsuhi isn't lying, but neither is eva about the door never having opened, so something else is up

really appreciate all the time spent going over how maria doesn't have a split personality, it's a very normal thing for kids to code-switch the way she does... tho with her it feels very abrupt, i'd expect it a little smoother when it happens in the middle of conversation lmao. my god does she feel like a 9 year old when she does the witch switch tho

hm! phone lines down means there's no contact with the boats, means they have to go on faith the boats even show up. means.... boat might not show up at all.

ohhh wish i remembered the other nights. i can't remember any other than the love one because attention was drawn to it. idk what to expect next

well it seems they were next anyways!! tho one is supposed to happen each day right? this seems a tad early for it to drop. hm. regarding the perfect locked room-- sure no one could get in or go out, but someone could have already been in there to start with, waiting. doesn't explain the marking appearing on the door since they couldn't have exited in the meantime, but once the chain is cut, that person is free to get out whenever. this reasoning is all pointless however bc its clearly witch magic

fuckin flowey-ass laugh when kanon gets killed or whatever

"you know when people die they dont come back to life again right?" nah i dont think she gets that concept actually. i think that might be meaningless to her

ah we are fully and truly turning on maria now huh. makes sense tho esp since she's (rightfully!!) a bit of a cunt when in witch mode.

now this talk of granddaddy's room being magically impenetrable! sir why were you screaming nonstop to see beatrice again even at the cost of your life if she can't even come in! go outside, you old fool! go to her!

i don't get all this maria's saying about how beatrice will revive everyone, the gold has completely fallen out of the picture. in fact every single person has ignored the riddle this whole time. which i suppose is the point.... since this seems to just be giving information on what happens as a baseline. but also the riddle does call for all this stuff to happen in order to find the gold..... i simply do not get the riddle lmao

oh my god wait is battler just now for real finally remembering the riddle. its been 1 day my man. busy day i guess!

ahhhh ok, we're admitting it has nothing to do with the gold anyways. that's fine, makes much more sense that it's just the ritual. on account of how it obviously is. so there exist no clues on the gold. ahhh but theyre still calling it a riddle to solve. hrm.

dont enjoy that all the servants have been sent out to die. i think its like, mega confirmed it's just gonna be the servants and doctor since maria was given the charm back and it should only be 3 more to die anyways? speaking of, why give it to her, she surely has more of her own. anyways i know everyones panicking and thinks they'll just get killed amogus style-- hm. i've lost my point due to making that connection. why did it take me that long to make this connection. they have been thrown out the airlock. hm. all that aside, knowing that battler has a mystery magic circle makes me wonder if that being in the room makes it a gate for beatrice to get in and kill them instead of killing the folks sent outside but i imagine that is not the case. potentially funny tho

we are spending suuuuuuch a long time crying over how we threw maria out with no acknowledgement of the 3 other people sent to die lmao. oh these bitches are gonna walk outside into a room of corpses for sure with how long they're taking to undo their bad decision.

LMAO THE MAGIC CIRCLE WAS CASTING SPELL OF GO FUCK YOURSELF

oh fuck the phones back on.

my god these people love to be like "oh it's a trap! let's charge blindly into it!" but like. why not honestly. they know they're gonna mega die, it's pretty clear. ahh yep everyone else is dead and maria is blair witching in the corner LOVE that for her truly truly.

"maria should be running up to us and hugging us so joyous that she's safe!" fucking no she shouldn't! one, you threw her out. two, she clearly saw this horrific shit happen. three, YOU'RE NOT SAFE..........

aw that's so nice of beatrice to cast a spell or w/e to be like dont worry little girl just sing and sing and you won't have a damn clue what's going on

oh shit this duel is awesome, i was kinda hoping it'd lead to a proper beatrice appearance but perhaps it is too soon.

ahhhh focusing the painting rather than a portrait and no real dialogue to keep it really vague what's going on is so goodddddd! beatrice wins!! and i guess the part of the prophecy about everyone being revived must be to do with the looping, yeah? i've been thinking that for a second and it seems especially certain if when three of the kids go to the golden land, they only can get one person/thing? intewesting intewesting

so im watching the tea party because while i skipped the after shows in higu because they felt sucks to me, i read somewhere that this was actually plot relevant and by god. it is. they've taken battler who's saying over and over again show me a witch if you want me to believe witches exist and that witch has appeared and he is now saying what kind of joke is this. what are you getting at. who do you think you're fooling. you cant own me I'm unownable. king shit

ADSJGKSLDG "I DONT BELIEVE IN YOU SO YOU AREN'T REAL"

WAIT I WROKE THAT AS A JOKE BUT THEN HE SAID IT HIMSELF. YES! YES! SICKOS!

so what im getting from this is!!! because beato doesn't have full power unless everyone believes she exists, THAT is how she is able to resurrect. because the 18 can't bring themselves to believe someone they know did a horrific thing, the blame is put on magic and beatrice and gives her power. if it can be proven the murders were done by people, beatrice can be defeated. however that still means people are dying out here which! aint great!

anyways hiiii rika hiiiiiii thanks for the tips girlie, unbelievably funny that you're here to be like "this bitch is crazy. sorry bud. here, let me give you a hint, gl out there" oh my god wait no its even better because she just wants to fuck beato over because she's bored as hell. love her. did not give 2 shits about her in higurashi but here she's great

i've started jury duty btw

i've obviously only just started so i dont know anything yet but very funny to open with the dying man raving about how he will leave no will his ungrateful family gets NOTHING. FUCK THEM KIDS. EVERYTHING I'VE EVER EARNED CAME FROM NOTHING AND IT WILL BE DESTROYED THE INSTANT OF MY DEATH AS ARE THE TERMS OF THE witch's curse. (im aware there is an island that explodes. interesting. curious)

what i know of battler so far is that shit's just CRAZY his whole family's CRAZY aren't they NUTS? and apparently he's on steroids as a like. 17 year old? 18? good for him.

also if there is not a plot twist or something regarding this 9 year old who behaves and talks like an infant i'm gonna lose it. ryukushi i'm certain you've met a 9 year old. im certain you know better.

[gubler-me-up]

Friendly Competition

Request: Ok so the bau reader and Spencer aren’t dating but have been like hanging out and going for dinner and doing movie nights and such (not calling anything a date tho), and then on a case an officer is all flirty with the reader over the few days that they’ve been there and spencer gets all moody and jealous and is kind of a jerk and has to apologize but it also pushes him to finally ask the reader out on a real date

A/N: Thanks for the request, anon! Sorry this took me so long to publish like tf I could have finished this yesterday, but I took a lil (two hour) nap and then goofed around on my laptop for hours a mess i know. All that being said this was a request I loved writing because who doesn’t love a jealous Spencer? Enjoy! (side note: I wrote this fic without specifying a gender/specific pronouns to include readers who do not identify as female/woman/she/her. I’m trying my hand at it here because the request only said BAU reader, so I thought it might be nice to make this request more inclusive. To whoever sent this in, I hope that’s okay with you and that you like it!)

Couple: Spencer Reid/Bau!Reader 

Category: Angsty fluff

Content warning: Slight mention of murder

Word count: 2.3k

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You and Spencer were sitting in the conference room in the Dallas Police department. You and the team had been called in to investigate a series of female bodies popping up in a river bed. It had been two days since you had reached Dallas and the case was making a bit of progress.

Hotch had assigned you and Spencer to tackle geographical profiling. Geographical profiling wasn’t your natural talent, but the dynamic energy you and Spencer had at work was undeniable. Outside of work it was even better. Recently you had found yourself going on outings with Spencer. Whenever he wanted to do something you were the first person he would ask.

It was quite fun hanging out with Spencer after work. Whether it was a movie, dinner or stroll through the park, he made it the best time for you. You found him entertaining and charming on these special occasions. You hoped he would want to ask you out on an official date.

In the meantime though, you two worked diligently on solving the case at hand. You both were looking at a map of the area and pinpointing spots these women were last seen alive. Your mapping was interrupted by a knock on the door. You both turned around to see officer Mark Lucas at the doorway with his hands behind his back.

He had been around during the several conversations detective Frederick had with the team. Every time he looked at you with star-spangled eyes. He would repeatedly ask you if you needed anything as well. The day prior he asked if you wanted anything for dinner and the both of you could go get it. You politely declined, but found it cute how intrigued he was by you.

Spencer on the other hand found it quite obnoxious. Every time Mark would compliment you, touch you or stand slightly too close to you, you could feel Spencer’s blood pressure rise. Mark’s admiration for you was for sure overbearing and he made it known loud and proud. He would take any opportunity to flirt with you and every time Spencer would make sure you knew he was upset.

He smiled at you. “So, what’s that beautiful mind of yours thinking of?”

You tried to hide your blush by looking away from him. He definitely had an undeniable southern charm about him. You looked over to Spencer to see him roll his eyes at what Mark had said. You could tell since day one he didn’t like Mark’s presence. He would always look at him weird or roll his eyes.

“We’re just doing some geographical profiling,” you explained.

“I thought you were hard at work. Bet you’re pretty hungry,” he said and then revealed what was behind his back.

It was a white paper bag. He placed it in front of you and eagerly awaited as you opened it to inspect what was inside. It was a sandwich, bottle of water and fries from a local diner you had mentioned to him yesterday. He was definitely a good listener.

You smiled. “Thank you, Mark. I really appreciate it.”

“A man like me couldn’t bear to see you work so hard as you do and not supply you with food. It’s the minimum I could do for an extraordinary person like you, Y/N,” he said.

“There are women popping up dead down the road and you can’t bear seeing Y/N hungry? Makes me wonder where your real priorities are at,” Spencer bitterly said.

You were taken aback by his snippy tone. You had never heard Spencer talk to anyone besides a suspect or unsub like that. You were starting to wonder if he had the same hatred towards Mark. You didn’t get why though. It wasn’t as if you two were exclusive or anything.

Mark smiled at him. “Don’t take this gesture as me not caring about the crime, agent, because I do. I just thought you folk would be hungry doing all this hard work.”

“First of all, it’s Doctor and if that’s true then I guess you must have left my lunch back at the diner,” Spencer said as he got up from his seat.

“Where are you going? We still have to finish this geographical profile,” you said.

“I’m going on a lunch break as well. More than one of us needs to eat,” he said as he started walking towards the door.

“Well, if this spot’s empty, may I keep you company?” Mark said as he took Spencer’s seat beside you.

You smiled at him. “Go ahead.”

“Don’t you have some paperwork or something you have to do?” Spencer asked.

Mark looked at him with a playful confused face. “I thought we were on lunch break?”

Spencer opened his mouth to say something back to Mark which you knew would be vicious. You looked at him and shook your head, discouraging the bickering from going any further. He rolled his eyes and walked out of the room. You and Mark watched as he walked off. You sighed and shook your head.

“Don’t worry ‘bout him, darlin’. He just needs to take a break to cool off,” Mark assured you.

You shrugged. “I guess, but I hate seeing him upset.”

“He just needs some space. After he gets something in his system he’ll be brand new. Maybe if you start eating too you’ll feel better as well,” Mark said.

You smiled. “I guess so.”

After having lunch with Mark, he had to go back to his patrol duty for the afternoon. It was nice having some company while you ate. Spencer hadn’t come back like you thought he would since he usually only drinks coffee for lunch anyway. It was probably for the best since Mark was taking every moment you two spent together to shower you with endless compliments. If Spencer was there he would have definitely had a few words to say.

You walked down the hall to go to the kitchen to fill up your water bottle. Before you entered you saw Spencer walking your way with a coffee in his hand. You smiled and waved at him as he looked at you with a smile as well.

“I see you needed a bit of coffee to brighten your mood,” you said.

“I think I needed a break from seeing that officer drool all over you,” he said.

You rolled your eyes. “He wasn’t drooling over me.”

“He’s been drooling over you ever since we’ve got here and you eat it up. No need to deny it, Y/N,” he said.

“Whatever, it’s not even important right now. We’ll get back to work as soon as I fill up my water bottle,” you said as you walked into the kitchen.

You heard Spencer’s footsteps follow you inside the kitchen. To both of your surprise, Mark was in there getting ready to take the trash out. He saw you walk in and instantly smiled.

“Hello, beautiful. Don’t you have some work you need to be finishing up?” Mark asked with a beaming smile.

“Yeah, I’m just filling up my water bottle before Spencer and I get back to it,” you said as you approached the sink.

He walked up to you. “Allow me. Can’t have you working too hard on little tasks like this.”

“Y/N’s capable of turning on a tap and filling a water bottle,” Spencer snapped.

“No need to have your knickers in a knot, agent. It’s just some good ol’ southern hospitality I’m offering to Y/N,” he said.

“I’m flattered, really, Mark, but I don’t want you to miss your patrol duty and get into trouble,” you said.

“No need to worry, gorgeous. I had to clean the kitchen up a little first anyway. I don’t mind making your day a bit easier,” he said.

“Okay, you know what, whenever you two are serious about finding this unsub, let me know,” Spencer said as he turned around to walk out the door.

“Spencer, are you serious right now? You don’t think we’re serious about finding this unsub?” You asked.

He turned around. “I know you somewhat are, Y/N, but the southern hospitality oriented officer isn’t. I’ll finish the geographical profile on my own. Hotch needs some help with interviews anyway.”

You looked at him in shock. “It’s one thing to be a jerk, but to reassign me to do something else is another thing.”

You turned around to quickly fill up your water bottle and then stormed up to Spencer. You could tell by his eyes he started to feel bad about what he had said. You didn’t care though. If this was how he was going to deal with his jealousy towards Mark, it was time to give him some space. He needed some time to find the real reason why he had to make his jealousy go so far.

“I’m going to Hotch now. Talk to me when you decide you don’t want to be a child anymore,” you said.

Before Spencer could say anything to you, you stormed off. You didn’t want to hear him explain himself because you knew it would be some weak excuse. You soon shed what had occurred in the kitchen, so you could focus on interviewing with Hotch. The case was more important at the moment than immature boy drama.

The next day you were out on the road with Hotch, JJ and Rossi as all of you went to the areas the victims were last seen. The geographical profile Spencer had finished was handy, you had to admit. Would have probably been even better if you could have helped finish it.

On the way back to the police department, you thought about if Spencer had gotten over his jealousy. You had never seen him act so viciously to another man before. You guess Mark was coming on a bit strong, but Spencer and you weren’t much more outside of friends. His actions made you wonder if he saw you as something more.

When you and everyone else arrived at the station, you decided you wanted to use the washroom before helping them deliver the profile. Hotch had allowed everyone ten minutes to prep before they delivered the profile. As you made your way towards the washroom, something caught your eye in the conference room. You saw Spencer sitting in there alone. He looked as if he was in deep thought.

Your curiosity got the best of you and you walked into the room. He hadn’t noticed you since his eyes were still focused on the table, eyebrows still furrowed. You slightly cleared your throat to get his attention. His head immediately shot up and when he saw it was you, his face soon softened.

“I wasn’t expecting you guys to be back so early,” he said as he sat up in his chair.

“Well, we have everything we need to deliver the profile now,” you said.

“I see. Do you have a few minutes to spare before then?” He asked.

You shrugged. “I guess I have some time to spare for you.”

He smiled as he pulled out the chair to his right for you. You walked over and took your seat. You could already tell by his face how sorry he was about yesterday. He looked adorable as his face was slightly pink with embarrassment and you could tell he was searching for the right words to say to you.

“Y/N, I’m sorry about my behaviour yesterday. It was out of line and I shouldn’t have said you didn’t care about the case,” he apologized.

“Why were you so angry? Is someone a bit jealous of Mark?” You asked.

He looked down in embarrassment. “Yeah, I guess I am.”

“What? I can’t hear you with your face to the floor,” you said.

He looked up into your eyes. “I guess I am jealous of Mark. He shows you this undying admiration and love and I thought you were enjoying his company more than you could ever enjoy mine.”

“What? That’s nearly impossible, Spence. I love your company the most,” you assured him.

“Again, I wasn’t thinking rationally for the past few days. I thought about it last night and I think why this jealousy flared up so much is because I thought I was too late.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Too late for what?”

“Too late to actually ask you out on a real date. I’ve been meaning to, but I wasn’t sure if you wanted to.”

“Why did you think I didn’t want to?”

“Because I didn’t think you saw me more than a friend, so I built an irrational sense of jealousy over that assumption.”

You sighed, but it soon turned into a giggle. “I thought Doctorate graduates had to do labs before publishing their research? You’re out here making all these assumptions without even testing it first.”

He chuckled. “I know, it was stupid of me to do and I’m sorry again.”

“No hard feelings at all.”

He smiled as he eagerly looked at you. You looked at him confused as you didn’t know what he was waiting for. Then his face turned into a worried expression which made you look at him worried.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“You didn’t answer if you’d actually want to go out on a real date or not,” he said.

You laughed. “Spence, actually ask me in context. What you said didn’t count as a question, it was a confession.”

He chuckled. “Okay, okay. Would you want to go out on a real date with me?”

“Only on one condition,” you said.

He looked at you confused. “Anything. What’s the condition?”

“I get to revoke your Doctorate until you prove to me why they gave you three again because I think they need to reevaluate your critical thinking skills,” you joked.

He laughed. “Almost anything.”

You both laughed as you two headed out of the conference room. As you both headed out you saw Mark walking towards you two. In a second Spencer grabbed your hand to hold it. You looked at him and saw him beaming with pride as you two walked by Mark. You rolled your eyes. No matter how smart a man was, a man in love would always be dumb.

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MASTERLIST

[astra-nomy]

hellooo astra it’s 🦦

i hope your finals went well i bet you absolutely smashed them.

i have an issue and i’d like your advice. i’ve been close to the void state multiple times and i’m very sure the next time i intend to go into the void i’ll do it, but i just can’t seem to do it…as in idk if i’m scared or tired but i haven’t paid any attention to the law of assumption or manifesting any of my desires (yet i still sometimes worry about the old story on a daily basis lol). it’s nice finally being at the end of a 6 year journey so why am i hesitant?? it’ll solve so many problems and i’ll be happier on a daily basis so why have i just paused. idk if this is normal or if i’m lazy…love u tho <3

Hey 🦦! First of all, I do not think you're lazy - manifesting is supposed to be natural. It's not something that requires a certain amount of work to achieve. I love your "end of journey" mindset, that's really helpful because you can look at how far you've come and see all the goodness that's ahead of you and ah!! it feels so nice!! I think your void situation is something that a lot of people struggle with - I know I have. I've still never been to the void because I put it on a pedestal and I'm working through that currently. Maybe affirm to yourself that any fears or worries or tiredness do not hinder your ability to go into the void because you are waaaaay more powerful than that. Also, I would say to try to not think about going into the void until you are right about to do it. Before I shifted, I would think all day about shifting and Will I finally do it? Maybe I will. Maybe I won't. And I would psych myself up for it so badly that I was forming assumptions before I even started my attempt. Don't doom yourself to thinking a negative outcome into existence. Leave it alone until you try. If it comes up, just say to yourself, "I'm going to go to the void tonight." and leave it at that. Nothing else needs to be said until you are actually attempting it.

Another thing: try something else! The void will always be there, so in the meantime, feel free to explore. You 100% do not need any method to manifest your desires, but sometimes I like to look up/create fun methods that I enjoy doing! I find that doing a method I enjoy helps my desires come way faster, so instead of affirming in worry and being like "i have my desired face i have it i have it do i have it yet? let me check the mirror ok no i don't i need to affirm more okay i have my desired face..." didn't do much, so instead I would get out of bed and start putting on outfits that make me feel confident, and I would think about how I look with them on, all while picturing myself with my desired face and feeling myself having it. I'd shift into that mindset by having a fun little fashion show as if I already had everything I wanted. It was like those little math sheets we used to do as kids where they'd make math into a game? You'd forget about "do i know how to solve this problem" and just think "omg games!!" and before you know it you're doing math. Find something you enjoy doing, something that builds up your confidence, and then revisit the void. Or you can do something to make the void fun! It's truly whatever motivates you and keeps you at ease while manifesting.

You do not have to do as I say by any means if you don't want to, this is just what I think would be helpful in your situation. Thanks for sending an ask love!! Manifesting aside, how are you? I hope your finals went well and your summer is going splendidly! Much love <3

[rockium-z]

I ask you all questions, you are free to ignore any you wish :>

if someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch, and listen to?

Entity NEO is an Undertale fancomic that I definitely like a normal amount… (/j)

seriously tho this damned comic lives in my brain rent-free and unless I knock my head too hard on something and lose my memory of the entire last two years, I don’t think I’ll move on from this any time soon.

if I may derail this ask for a bit? the angst is so fucking good. the story starts out like yeah, half of everyone is dead, and the main character’s left with so much emotional baggage and regret to deal with in the aftermath, but by luck they do manage to find other people who care about them and care for them. and yeah, it doesn’t automatically solve everything with the Power of Friendship, iirc there’s a friendship that doesn’t even become an official friendship until chapter 18, and before then the main character kinda implodes twice over their feelings regarding their estranged, late cousin, and the discoveries they made about him in the meantime, and some other shit does hit the fan — but it’s the people who care about them who ultimately help them out of implosion number 2, and it’s likely because of those who care about them that drives the main character to heal and take small steps out of their corner of stewing in their own memories and guilt and move on with their life. and it’s tough. the pain and grief of losing someone you love, losing that fond image of them as well as losing your old way of living still really sucks, and somehow it just feels…authentic, in a sense. but there’s lighthearted moments too that stand out against the sadness and strike a nice balance, and especially in some of the later chapters there’s just the characters living their lives despite the shit they’ve been through. and it’s just — the comic takes a ragtag couple of characters who I didn’t know in canon beyond sad ghost, nerdy lizard with a lot of complexity going on, fabulous robot with a lot of complexity going on and sans undertale, and gives them depth and explores some really interesting themes and actually makes me like them a whole lot and root for them. I hope Napstablook gets a hug someday I am so excited to see where the story goes next you will not believe, the second I see that little notif for it I will drop everything to find out what happens to these characters. I love this fancomic so much.

Okay I swear I have other interests you can get to know me by, that one up there’s just the one I have Many Thoughts about — anyways Kirby is honestly the shit. Forgotten Land looks so fucking good and honestly the dark lore and the music of especially the later games is just *chef’s kiss*. there’s also Omori, which. uh. made me cry very very hard, and the music is also really goddamn fun and emotional and the themes of friendship and guilt are wonderful, and yeah Undertale and Deltarune are great games.

list your fandoms and one character from each that you identify with.

Kirby: Honestly, I’ve always low-key wanted to be a friend to others like how Kirby is. They’re shaped like a friend and I’d kinda like to be that way, too.

Undertale: Chara’s a kid who loves their adoptive family and fucked up a bit trying to help them, and I kinda vibe with that.

Deltarune: Kris and Susie have awesome vibes and I love them both.

Touhou: Reimu just kinda chilling in her downtime is something I highkey relate to haha

Omori: Hmm tough one! I’d say Mari because honestly she’s one of my favorite characters, but I also do relate with Aubrey and her feeling of the world moving on without acknowledging past pain a lot.

do you like your name?  is there another name you think would fit you better?

My real name is…well it’s alright, I guess. I’m used to it. I think there might be a name that vibes with me better, but it’s not quite my screename, so no I haven’t found one yet.

do you think of yourself as a human being or a human doing? do you identify yourself by the things you do?

Hmm. Probably more a human doing, tbh, and the things I do definitely make up a large part of who I am.

describe your ideal day.

Tough one, but I think my best days nowadays are when I get some substantial writing or art thing done + something that I’ve been waiting for happens, bonus if I go outside and chill a while.

are you an artist?

Yep! Don’t post here much, though.

dog person or cat person?

Both. Both is good.

inside or outdoors?

Inside mostly, but y’know when you go outside and find some sheltered area and just get to watch the rain fall? That’s the shit.

if you’d grown up in a different environment, do you think you’d have turned out the same?

I don’t think a different environment would’ve led to me discovering all the same things that I ended up doing, so likely no.

would you say your tumblr is a fair representation of the “real you”?

Hmm. Tumblr me is a fandom-fixated little guy (gender neutral) who generally stays away from drama and is just here in her own little corner for a good time, so it’s got some things right. Though “fair representation of the real you” might be a bit of a stretch.

do you love easily?

Romantically? Definitely not.

Platonically? See how quickly I will give you a piece of my heart the second you enter my orbit.

how would you describe your gender/sexuality?

I’m pretty comfortable with being afab, though how I experience it is that it’s great, barring a few things I’d like tweaked — namely, I’d prefer to not have my tits (bras are uncomfy for long stretches), and I’d very much like a way to just not have periods at all ever again. I don’t vibe with overtly feminine things or typical girl activities like shopping or whatever makeup is, but dresses are flowy and cool.

Sexuality is pretty much just aro/ace, with a bit of a lean towards girls.

on a scale from 1 to 10, how hard is it for someone to get under your skin?

Assuming 1 is incredibly difficult and 10 is extremely easy, I’d rate myself around 4 — I try to be incredibly patient in general, though if disturbed one too many times I tend to make myself scarce and nope outta the way.

pick one of your favorite quotes.

And you snap out of it. Or are snapped out of it. Never again will you lay a hand against yourself, not so long as there are plums to eat and somebody-anybody-who gives enough of a damn to haul them to you. So long as you bear the least nibblet of love for any other creature in this dark world, though in love portions are never stingy. There are no smidgens or pinches, only rolling abundance. That’s how you acquire the resolution for survival that the coming years are about to demand. You don’t earn it. It’s given.

— an excerpt from Cherry, by Mary Karr

or this one:

If you promise to stay alive just a little bit longer I promise that we are going to make this world a place worth living in by any means necessary. I ain’t giving up. I swear.

— from this post

[bittybattybunny]

ok Bunn I managed to read the fused sentence *gun points you* tell me about this new AUs ideas.... pleas?

try me nonny----

anyhow the biggest one I've been playing with is one where Eclipse is a forest god playing human (tho there's more to it) trying to stop the hunting of wolves under order of King Arulius Law

So there's been an influx of missing livestock and a few villagers have been murdered, the first assumption is the wolf pack of the Horizon woods (also called "the lost woods" due to legends of how those who go in don't come out) So he puts out an ad for a wolf hunter

he ends up hiring someone (rather his aide does) and the attacks somewhat stop.

One day when doing rounds near the guards he sees some of the knights sparring against a lone woman and inquires who she is and is told she's the hunter hired for the wolves. He calls her over to speak and asks her name to which she replies she has no name and he can just call her "the wolf hunter" or something. he decides to call her "Wolf" in the meantime and doesn't get how someone has no name.

he gets annoyed because something about her seems familiar but he can't place it. He grows curious more so when he catches her playing with his daughter (He had been married but Vanessa passed during a bad winter and bad health. He's referred to as the "Ice King" because he can seem cold towards relationships but he really just doesn't want to get close because he's still hurt)

One of the times he's passing the guards again when he's sparring and sees her win he asks if she wants "apples with cinnamon and honey" which confuses her and he is also confused by her reaction because "you said it's your favorite" meanwhile others are confused when she ever could have said that since they only met briefly and had no other direct conversations and she herself actually wonders how he could recall that. She does confirm yes that is her favorite food for him and he's happy to be right.

The two go to the kitchen where she scoops harriet up enticing laughter from the girl and harriet admits she's been learning self defense from the wolf hunter.

over a few months, the king finds himself talking more with the hunter and she explains that she's sure the wolves aren't the cause and admits she trusts him enough to prove it. She takes him to the forest edge and whistles. Then a pack of wolves appears and all are docile to her. She explains there is only one pack in the horizon woods and they were human-friendly. she tells the king her theory that the wolves are simply the scapegoat for a bigger issue. She tells him how the missing livestock doesn't actually line up with how the wolves hunt and she's sure there's something more going on.

And then

Tradgey

Harriet is kidnapped and no one can find her. Eclipse ends up running into the woods with her wolves and when she's alone shapeshifts into a giant white wolf. With her pack she's able to track Harriet and her abductors down. It turns out to be a local group who've been trying to slowly embezzle country funds and are the ones responsible for the missing villagers and livestock (they are taking them to sell black market) Eclipse confronts them, protecting Harriet and is shot by an arrow in the shoulder. She's able to capture the offenders and leaves before the royal guard and the king show up.

Stories crop up over how the king solved the matter and he corrects he didn't (he may be king but he thinks credit goes where it needs to) and when he's watching the guards and wolf hunter notices she's having a harder time sparring. When resting he asks whats the issue and she says she just got a 'splinter' in her shoulder. he asks her what her plans are and she admits she's going to go home since she has to. her contract is over. this distresses the king as he's grown so used to having her around. she tells him he'll get over that as people can't remember someone without a name and if he looks he'd see people have already forgotten her (the credit for finding the culprits is hers but everyone thinks its the king) he asks her what she wants as a reward and she says she wants a memorial for 137 lost children who were left to die in the woods. He finds this odd but complies.

After a few days Harriet is telling her dad about the cool forest god who saved her (cuz when eclipse helped her in wolf form she growled at the men it was her forest and she was the forest's protector) and how she hopes the wolf is okay cuz of the arrow. this sets off alarms in her dad's head.

The king goes to find the hunter but no one knows who he's talking about. He also finds himself forgetting her face and a certain phrase she said sticks out ("you're a lying king you know, don't make promises you can't keep.") and he finds himself going to the woods often looking for someone but he can't recall.

During this time Eclipse isn't doing great, the wound on her shoulder becoming infected due to poison on the arrow tip meant to hurt spirits.

As the king keeps coming back he finds himself recalling forgotten things from when he was young. how he used to be friends with a count's daughter and slowly he begins to realize he completely forgot her. he finally realizes why he keeps going to the woods and begs them to give Eclipse back. using her name he calls for her right as she ends up falling from a tree and he catches her and immediately brings her to a doctor.

She's in shock when she notices she's had her wound dealt with and the king is sleeping on a chair beside her bed. When he wakes up he just starts crying and apologizing and admitting he really is a lying king. She's confused until he says her name and she realizes he recalled her.

She starts crying too and he asks her to never leave again, he's already begun spreading her name through the country so everyone knows who she is. She laughs and says she's just glad someone remembered her. The doctor admits she's never heard of the woods giving someone back so the king must have impressed it. Eclipse is able to explain what had happened to her and how she was thrown away to the woods by her adoptive uncle after the death of her parents when they were children. The forest took her name and humanity since she had a strong magic affinity. She was taken in by the prior spirit, a large goat like satyr who raised her and he passed on when she gave him a name. She had been keeping the forest safe and keeping the number of "lost ones" down even becoming a forest spirit herself. When the forest was upset over the wolf hunts she was allowed out and when she saw him she was hurt to really be forgotten but did her best despite it. She also admits she was sad to return to the woods but saw no other way as she couldn't give her name as it was taken. So the fact he recalled is what saved her.

She ends up becoming human again and staying in the castle and becomes known as the Ice Kings Wolf Queen and they never have issues with the woods again and rule happily and peacefully.

(the forest gave her back because the king had the memorial for the lost children built. this pleased the forest greatly to the point it let him have Eclipse)

I have a few other things Im in the works on but that's the fleshed out one that's been my brain rot for the past week

[sleeplessandstubborn]

Emily in Paris or why I stopped caring about the protagonist and I started rooting for the French. Episode 1.

Let’s be clear. I was planning to root for the French anyway. They are in the neighbouring country, I quite like them and I was prepared to confront and make fun about all the stereotypes in this series. Because this was exactly what I expected. Funny, lighthearted and totally braindead (wink wink) escapism in an instagrammed to the top Paris which has the same resemblance with the real one than Vincent Minelli’s... But without Gene Kelly. So what did I think of the first episode?

Meet Emily Cooper from Chicago. She’s young, she is dynamic, she struggles to be liked by everyone and at the beginning of the series. She is a marketing executive about to be promoted or so she thinks.

... Because her boss Madeline (played by Kate Walsh) is going to Paris in order to take work with Savoir, a luxury firm the company (sorry I forgot its name) has just adquired. Madeline is overjoyed because working for a year in Paris is one of her dreams and because French men like mature women, as probed by the fact that their young and hot (sic, but this blog agrees) president married his high school teacher. We’ll never know which plans Madeline had for Frenchmen, whether they are young or hot or not. The case is after two minutes in the series she vomits, which means she’s pregnant and she can’t go anywhere because it’s an truth universally aknowledged that pregnant women can’t go on with their plans.

It’s in the next scene when we meet Emily’s boyfriend, Doug, and when we learn she’s going to Paris in Madeline’s place, in spite of being unprepared and not knowing the language. At this point one wonders how it’s possible that no one else in the company can replace Madeline. All of them are monolingual? Our plucky heroine is not discouraged by the litle fact of knowing virtually nothing about the country in which she’s going to live during the next twelve months. She and Doug - the moment you see the scene you know it wont’ go well - agree on a long distance relationship.

And after a very well done transition, we have crossed the ocean. Yes, this is well done, and I say it unironically. Episodes are short, your show is called Emily in Paris, so, what’s better than having your main lady already in the French capital in less than five minutes. The series goes to the point in this aspect and it’s a good thing to spare us of unnecesary scenes.

So Emily arrives to her apartment with pretty views, confused about in which floor she’s supposed to live (running gag ahead) and already hit on by a French guy on a suit that looks like the love child of Gabriel Attal and Albert Rivera (check it, seriously). I couldn’t take him seriously not only because of that but also because he said that Emily’s appartment was a chambre de bonne. Not by any means. Look, I’ve never lived in Paris but I know that apartment is huge when compared with a real chambre de bonne.

Off to know her working place, Emily has this HUGE smile pasted on her face. I don’t know if this supposed to make her charming and likeable. For me - it’s true than I have this European perspective - she looks a mix between an anxious puppy and a psychopath. I would be scared and would avoid her at all costs. The cultural clash is about to happen.

Yeah, I would look at her too, Julien a.k.a. token black character. You have probably heard about the lack of diversity in this series, I won’t abound in that, others have worded it better. It also an established fact that French people smokes at their workplace, even if in the European Union we have these things called smoking bans that won’t allow it.

And enter Sylvie, Emily’s Parisian boss and supposed main antagonist, à la Devil wears Prada. What to say about Sylvie other than I adore her? Her clothes, her style, her sarcasm. As any rational being would do, Sylvie is pretty dismayed to learn that Emily does not have the slightest idea of French and its already wanting to impose her American perspective and her alleged knowledge of social media. The problem is I don’t know if her posts on Instagram really deserve that much attention. Clash ensues with the rest of her new coworkers. C’est la cata! they comment. I quite agree.

Our fish-out-of-water takes an evening afterwork stroll (this Paris is like one square kilometer and public transport is something you mention but never appears) and calls her boyfriend to state the entire city looks like Ratatouille, which legitimately made me laugh. I am not sure if this reference means that Emily’s filmic culture is that limited or if it’s her boyfriend the one who only knows a movie which takes place in Paris and that’s one is Ratatouille. We know that Emily at least has seen Moulin Rouge and that makes two so probably is Doug’s fault.

Back at home, and since she has forgotten how to count, Emily attempts to open the wrong door. Immediately a wild Frenchman appears; it’s Gabriel, played by Lucas Bravo probably one of these young hot men Madeline would target. He takes the intrusion reasonably well. Especially when it’s discovered that Emily only knows his region, Normandy, from Saving Private Ryan. That makes three films, so definitely I think Doug is the problem here as far as filmic culture goes.

Next day Emily picks a yellow outfit and goes to work, purchasing a pain au chocolat in her way to work. I confess I was underwhelmed when discovered that there wouldn’t be any joke about the Great Civil War that has been going on in France since its earliest days: the partidaries of pain au chocolat vs. the ones of chocolatine. A ferocious, merciless conflict unknown by most nations. A lost opportunity not making this woman someone from the South who bravely defies Parisian conventions calling it chocolatine. I’m team pain au chocolat btw. Naturally when she discovers the wonderful world of flavours she makes another Instagram post. She’s earning more and more followers, Heavens know why.

However, she has a Big Problem with Doing Research. Example given, she doesn’t know her schedule - a problem which could have been solved with reading numbers - and arrives two hours early to her workplace.

Once there she discovers she can’t sit with the cool kids. No one wants to lunch with her, so she decides to miserably sit by herself at the park, where we met her best new friend. Her name’s Mindy, she’s from Shangai and she’s working as au pair, while teaching Mandarin to the two blond children she’s looking after. We’ll later discover more about her. She instantly detects the American in Emily and offers her help to this awkward but at the same time arrogant newcomer.

Meanwhile at Savoir, Emily has earned a sobriquet. La Plouc, which is adopted by Sylvie and most of her coworkers even if Luc seems more or less reluctant to say it. La Plouc means the hick, as she instantly discovers thanks to an online translator. It’s really not a good day for our heroine, and she cames back home - remember that thing about this Paris being one square kilometer? - walking. Co-worker and someone who  for some resason reminds me to the posh-y version of Philippe Poutou - check it - Luc passes by as she sits lonely by herself and apologizes for calling her la Plouc earlier. He also claims she’s arrogant for coming to Paris without speaking or even understanding French - which is true - and tells her people is probably scared as her new, modern ideas. Which makes no sense at all and it’s probably a white lie.

Meanwhile and for some reason her totally inocuous posts in Instagram makes her earn more and more followers. During the night, her oblivious to timezones boyfriend call her and they have - or attempt to have - a totally awkward and unsexy session of cybersex. At the end Emily is so frustrated that she tries to use her electric vibrator which leads to the short-circuit of the entire building. Fortunately before she has the oportunity of getting closer to the device in question. And that’s how Episode 1 ends.

What did I think? It’s fun and pretty to look at. Even prettier to rant about. As long as your brain remains carefully shut off in the meantime and you don’t take it that seriously you are going to enjoy it I guess. At least it’s my case.

Still frustrated for not covering the Great Civil War tho.

[kannra21]

Daisuzu after ep11 💴💗

OK we have Hoshiharu as well surprise surprise! @innovativestruggles this is your request of Suzue inviding Daisuke's bed at night so here ya go~ *there's a moment you'll think it'd turn into something explicit but in reality it's not so enjoy!*

That night Daisuke went to bed earlier after completing his business commitments, he was tired and reluctant of doing any other sorts of activities. He changed into his gray pajamas, brushed his teeth and tucked himself under the sheets, the same sheets Suzue brought him under a couple of days ago and he smiled a little. Now that he remembered it, it reminded him of the embarrassment he needed to undergo in order to avoid HEUSC's curiosity of trying to collect data on the things they were discussing during their stay at the mansion.

At least he was glad that everything was over; Kikuko was arrested, the AL was handed to MCPTF and everyone threw a big party to celebrate another marvelous win in the name of justice. Daisuke stayed just for a little bit because Kato and Hoshino got so drunk that they tied ties around their heads, climbed on the table and started singing incomprehensibly and although it looked funny, it wasn't for a person like him, the millionaire detective who got used to high-end types of gatherings. Besides, he couldn't allow himself to pass out in front of so many people, Kato was an exception though and it stayed at that.

When he arrived home, it was the first time that Suzue saw him after everything they've been going through. She stood at the entrance expectantly but refused to move any further because, although she felt enormous happiness upon seeing him coming back safe, she wanted to respect his boundaries and not to let her feelings get to her. Nonetheless, she couldn't completely deny them and that was prominent when the tears she was holding in for so long started falling down her face. Daisuke approached her with a bottle of Dom Perignon Champagne from 1973 and hugged her as if his life depended on it. The guilt of worrying her so much during their fight at the ship made him realize just how much Suzue meant to him and he wanted to let her know.

They drank the champagne in elegant thin glasses while the fireplace radiated with beautiful autumn-like atmosphere inside of their royal mansion. They talked and Suzue couldn't keep her hand away from his which Daisuke didn't mind. In fact, it made him calm and he felt a certain warmth filling his heart. He finally felt free after a long time; his days weren't boring and hollow anymore, his mother's murder has finally been solved and he made sure to check on his old man once a week. The doctors told him to give him some time for recovery since his memory was still damaged from the way Kikuko locked him out. Daisuke listened to their instructions and hoped for the best, everything he wanted was talk to his father the way he always used to.

Seeing Suzue's concerned expression made him sympathize and he invited her to sit with him on the sofa. Suzue blushed on the suggestion but she got up and sat down on his lap, with her legs crossed to his right. He placed one hand on her back while the other held her hand on her lap. Suzue leaned against his chest and Daisuke watched her eyes from below. She was beautiful like this and he snuggled his head into her right shoulder.

"He's going to be alright, I have a good feeling about this." Daisuke reassured.

"I can't believe that Mrs. Kikuko held him like this for 19 years. The sole thought of us sharing the same space during your absence sent chills down my spine."

"I know but now she's in a place where she belongs and you're safe. Please stop worrying, you've been doing this all day long."

He kissed her shoulder and she leaned her head on his.

"I know but it's hard to believe after everything we've been going through. She was so nice and I trusted her."

"Yes but she never really loved us. Everything she ever did was taking care of her own interests, money and adollium. And it meant so much more to her than my mother’s life or my father's well-being. This entire family was suffering because of her and her obsession with materialism clouded her mind."

...

"But that's why I have you and from now on there will never be a day where my motivations won't be aimed at anything else but our own happiness."

Suzue kissed him and this was actually the first time they ever shared a moment like this. Their lips parted and they looked at each other with big surprised eyes. Suzue started apologizing and getting up from her position but Daisuke pulled her back and kissed her more passionately. Suzue couldn't believe that he truly returned her feelings. After so many dangers and so many missions, he decided to show affection on the most carefree of events. He wasn't drunk, but she truly couldn't tell since his face was just as flush as when he used to exaggerate with his drink or two and she laughed a little. The blush was a nice contrast to his deep blue eyes and she leaned closer to capture his lips again but then he turned her around on her back and now she was laying on the sofa while he was hovering above her. He started to remove his waistcoat but then Suzue interrupted

"Don't you love this sofa? You're always talking about it as if it's one of your favorite items in the house."

Daisuke laughed under his breath, way to ruin the moment.

"I can buy a new sofa but I can't buy you. You are irreplaceable, my dear. Is that a satisfying enough reason for you?"

"Hm yes I think you're ri-" Daisuke caught her lips once again and continued leaving trails down her neck and collar bone.

Suzue removed his black striped tie, he unbuttoned her taupe-colored coat and the moment the situation started to heat up, Daisuke's phone ringed and he picked it up annoyingly.

On the other line was Kato who was talking somewhat slurishly "Kambe.. bout our movin' to England.. I just remembered bout the visas.. and travel insurance. I need to check everythin' before the final term.. so tell me when do you plan on leavin'. I be wantin' to do everything on time."

"You're planning on doing this drunk?"

"I'm not DRUNK Kambe.. I can still stand!"

"Congratulations on being one with the mankind, Kato-keibu."

Hoshino answered from the other side "Kambe-san! Please take care of sempai.. And don't let him go too far. You know how he can be."

"What does that even mean Hoshi?!" Haru sounded offended.

"Nothing.. besides the fact that you're reckless af.. which is hot."

"Reallyyyyyy~" Haru teased him and rustling could be heard through the phone.

"Guys can you leave the snogging for another time? I have something important to do."

"W-w-who is snogging?!" Hoshino sounded flustered.

"Who are you doing? Suzue-san?" Haru teased.

"It's really none of yo-"

"Ah-ah, don't try to deny it Kambe. I saw you two comin' from your room.. looking like a MESS!"

"Wait really?! Hoshino exclaimed surprised."

"Yup."

"I thought the two were related.. they looked similar tho."

"We're getting this all the time, it's for Suzue's decoy." Daisuke said.

"Oooooooo!" the guys replied in unison and Daisuke massaged his temples. Why was he even talking to the two drunks?

"Anyways, Kato, you have a week before departure and in the meantime you'll be able to organize everything. If there's a problem with time management you can contact me and I'll pay for the insurance if needed."

"Thanks Kambe! In moments like this I completely forget what of an asshole you can be. Say hi to Suzue for me."

Daisuke ended the call and sighed in defeat. He turned around expecting Suzue on the sofa but she wasn't there, great.

She came from the kitchen carrying two cups of Twinings Pure Camomile Tea and handed him the cup.

"It's been a long day and I thought you might need something for the relaxation."

"I'm sorry for this."

Suzue pecked his lips and stroked the back of his neck "You know that I love you all the same, no matter what happens."

Daisuke leaned and pressed their foreheads together "I'm going to miss you so much."

"Why?" Suzue was confused.

"You need to relax too, you deserve it. What do you say about a nice little vacation while I'm fighting crimes in the UK?"

"In this case I want to be in England for the vacation. What if something happens and I won't be able to help?" Suzue pouted and Daisuke smiled softly, she was so cute.

"That's the point of the vacation dear, you're supposed to enjoy yourself more. I'll be fine," Daisuke touched his earing device "HEUSC, give me the most luxurious destination to spend holidays in."

"However you say."

"Are you sure about this? You won't mind?" Suzue asked concerned.

"Of course. Besides, you never really got the chance to relax since you were too preoccupied with my mother's case."

"Place of your interest: Bora Bora, French Polynesia." HEUSC replied.

"Here, I'll book you the rest and everything you have to do is take the stuff you'll need. Don't forget the sunscreen, the sun is really strong out there."

Suzue looked sheepishly at her fingers fiddling "Thank you, I don't want to come across as ungrateful but I'd really appreciate if you joined me one day. That is, if you ever find the time."

"It's going to be difficult since the crime rate is getting higher because of the adollium smuggle. It's another challenge for all of us, but we will overcome that as well."

He took her hands in his "So yes, I'll join you for a day or more."

"Good enough for me." Suzue smiled and hugged him and he returned with the same warmth and comfort. They stayed like this for some time while Suzue held her head on his shoulder. It was a feeling she never wanted to forget.

And that's how it came about. They entered their own rooms, did their nightly routine and went to bed. And as much as he tried, Daisuke couldn't fall asleep because of all the things that went through his head. The world will be a more dangerous place from now on and adollium will be one of the key milestones in preserving the well-being of all people. Maybe the grandma was right, maybe the world wasn't mature enough for this kind of responsibility. Perhaps Kato helped him in bringing one of the most important decisions in his life, but then what? How can he proceed? What should he do? Was there a reason for him to be worried at all? He felt guilty for his family's project and troubles it brought for all of them. He could convince Suzue in his words but there was no way he could convince himself. He was hopeless.

But then he heard someone quietly entering his room and, being the only other person in the house, of course he concluded that it was Suzue. He heard her carefully inviding his bed, lying behind his back and placing her hands around him on his chest. Without a word, he took her smaller hand in his own and kissed her knuckles.

Maybe his life just became more difficult but as long as Suzue was there by his side, he could sleep without a worry in the world.

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Part 13 - Weapon 20 8 1 14 15 19

No one’s POV...

The doors of the lift opened and Loki saw many masked people run around, ordering, pushing, inspecting, experimenting, you name it ! They had all their hands full of work. Loki's eyes were as wide as plates. It was a big ass room and there were so many people ! Probably 200...

"Loki !! Keep up !", Dexter yelled at him from a little further away.

Loki shook his head and stormed to Dexter's side.

"How many are here ?", Loki asked him in awe.

"Well...working in this section...400 people. The people who are right now here working...210. Usually it is not so full here, but I gave them many tasks and that is why today there are so many. Do not worry tho, they still get their breaks like everyone else. I am still fair. At night the other 190 people work. This section here, never sleeps."

Loki's mouth fell open.

"Why ? Why does it never sleep ?"

"Well...We have always stuff for them to do down here. If we would give them a break for a few days, it would be too much for them in the end and also they would need to shut everything down...which is fast but the turning on at everything, is taking hours. It would be a waste of time."

Loki nodded in understanding. He followed Dexter through everything and then saw a weapon, he held Dexters arm and he stopped.  Dexter looked at Loki.

"What is it ?"

"What is this for ?", Loki asked pointing at the weapon.

"Oh this...It was a failed prototype. Nothing to worry about. Tomorrow it shall be destroyed."

"What was its planned purpose ?"

"Destroying a whole HYDRA base, without killing the tortured children. It didn't kill the children, it was tested on one, and it destroyed a base, but if more children got hit with that beam, it melted their body's together. It was tested on two mice...Since then we abandoned that project. It was too risky to continue."

Loki gulped. They continued to walk.

"Boss !! Boss !!", someone called in a white doctor robe.

That person came running to them with a few papers.

"Maker...What is it ?", Dexter said.

Maker stopped, held his knees and huffed.

"I have very bad news..."

"May be ?"

"The weapon 20 8 1 14 15 19 is not working like it should. Something is either missing or it got sabotaged. We were sure that we built a blue and green wire with a black and red one inside the weapon, but green and blue are missing and we can not find them anywhere."

(20 8 1 14 15 19 is a little puzzle for you to solve, I bet you can find it out. Put it into the comments and let me know what you think the numbers mean !)

Dexter went stiff.

"Dexter...what is weapon 20 8 1 14 15 19 ?", Loki asked confused.

Dexter ignored him.

"I will get you new ones. And you are to 100% sure that you actually built them inside already ?"

"Yes we were. They were in no other weapon built and in our storage room was no trace of them too. Someone must have taken them."

"....Thank you Maker. I will take care of that...problem.", Dexter said in a monotone.

Maker nodded.

"What shall we do the meantime ? Without those wires, we can not continue, Boss. The weapon itself is more than very stable, we checked 100 times, always the same results."

"Take the rest of the day off. Either you help the others or you go and do as you please with the others, but always have your eyes open. For now there is a code yellow."

Maker nodded and ran back to his station. Loki looked at Dexter confused.

"Code yellow ? Weapon 20 8 1 14 15 19 ? What is all that, Dexter ?", Loki asked a little scared.

He turned around and looked at Loki.

"Did you steal anything from down here ?", Dexter asked coldly.

Loki widened his eyes in shock and shook his head fastly.

"No. When should I have had the time for that. LION was always with me and you and the others. I didn't do anything. I swear ! Please believe me !", Loki begged with tears briming his eyes.

Dexter looked stone dead into Loki's eyes, searching for any kind of lie. It was hard to tell, if Loki was scared because he did indeed steal anything, or because of something else. The tears were unimportant right now, Loki was an actor. Suddenly his earpiece sent a voice through, Fox.

"Dexter ? Boss, Rat just left the property. Did he get any permission for that ?"

"He didn't...Follow him and stalk him out. I want answers."

"Why ? What happened ?"

"Two wires from weapon 20 8 1 14 15 19 just got stolen. A green and a blue one. It was already inside it, it got sabotaged and I was just thinking that Loki did anything, without knowing that it was bad."

"I saw in Rat's hand something green, and black...I think it was a hair of Loki..."

"......GET HIM BACK HERE IMMEDIATELY !!!", Dexter yelled through the whole room.

Dexter's voice sounded inhuman, angered and cold. Like death itself. Everyone stopped working and looked at Dexter in shock. Loki flinched and hid under a table, having big eyes of fear.

"I will do my best, Boss. Over.", Fox answered calmly.

With that Fox was gone. Loki was terrified.

'Will he throw me out ? Will he kill me ? What did I do ? Does he think that I snooped around and stole ? Please don't throw me out...I didn't do anything this time...'

Dexter looked around and realized that Loki was gone. He became worried.

"Loki ?! Loki where are you ?!"

No answer. Loki was too scared to answer. Dexter could smell Loki's fear. He followed the scent and found him, hiding under a table like a little kid. He must have scared him to death with his voice....

Dexter crouched down and looked at Loki, who looked at him with big eyes of fear.

"Loki...come here boy.", Dexter said softly.

Loki shook his head and stayed there, hugging his knees even tighter.

"Loki I didn't mean to scare you. I am sorry."

"Please don't throw me out...I swear I didn't do anything....I swear...", Loki mumbled, not looking at Dexter.

"Nobody plans to throw you out, love. I am sorry that I thought that you had done it. Fox is already repairing it."

Loki looked at Dexter and slowly crawled out from under the table.

"Who is he after ? Will Fox be okay ?", Loki asked worried.

"He will be fine. He is after Rat. Say...were you ever near a masked person named Rat ? He has this mask."

Dexter showed Loki a mask of a mouse head, just a little bigger. Loki nodded slowly.

"Yes. He talked with me yesterday. Why ?"

"Loki...Rat took one of your lose hair with himself...do you know what he could do with just that simple hair alone ?"

Loki shook his head.

"He can experiment on it. Find out what, who and how you are. He can see your DNA. He can clone you. He can absorb that little bit of magic it has. He can find out everything about you, by just a little strand of hair. He flew off with it and we believe that he stole the wires. My thought is...that he is working for HYDRA...Fox will bring him back and then I will get my informations. I want you to not be around then. You will stay with Ice cube and with either Fox or Icebird. You don't need to see what I will do with him."

"Kill him in the most brutal way ?"

"No. Worse, Loki. Something that can give you nightmares for years, so do not try anything funny just to peak and see what I will do. Stay with them and do not wander around without them near you. Code yellow was a warning to suspect a spy here. Anything weird that should not be weird gets noted and send to me. Now it is code blood red. Blood red means the worst. A traitor and I will torture him until he will spill."

Loki gulped.

"And weapon 20 8 1 14 15 19 ?"

"That is a secret. Top secret."

With that Dexter and Loki went back to the lift and to Dexter's room.

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[a-very-fond-farewell]

The forbidden crack! Untamed prompts: 10/?

Single Dad AU (not the one you expect): “Water my Bones”

[Pushing Daisies meets florist!au]

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First it was the beekeeper suit. Then the astronaut one. THEN the Darth Vader costume. Every time a different attire. Lan Zhan is starting to think he better be changing grocery shop soon if he wants to fill his cart in peace without stumbling upon that weirdo during his weekly visit at the store.

Things he knows about said man: 1) he is competitive af, 2) he seems around his age, thirty five at most, 3) he has a flower shop in town, 4) he has a son.

The last thing, he knows because the child is always perched on the man’s cart when they shop. The third thing, he knows because his brother Lan Huan is the owner of the building where said man works. The second, he noticed once in passing, as they both waited in line to pay at the express line. And the first, he got to realize since day fucking one, when they entered the shop together and noticed they were following a similar path and unconsciously started rushing their way through their respective lists as fast as possible to win over the other.

It’s been four weeks already and Lan Zhan regrets moving to that part of town big time. The day he discovers something new, however, is when the florist decides to wear a simple black mask over the lower half of his face instead a full on costume. So even the usual lady clients cannot flirt with him asking if it’s yet another laundry day. The lot of them surprised to see him dressed normally for once. If wearing a black mask, black latex gloves and a black turtleneck in August can even be considered normal to begin with. The fact that he also looks unbelievably hot dressed in such a manner goes without saying. Not that Lan Zhan’s looking, of course.

Yet, it’s one thing to dress to impress and another to be affectionate towards your own child without taking your mask and gloves off not even to kiss him on the cheek or to check if one of his baby teeth is really falling off or not. So, when one of the ladies jokes about it, nobody expects the child to plainly say what Lan Zhan ends up hearing that day.

“If Dad touches my skin I’m going to die.”

The fact that said dad also conveniently runs away and forgets to take most of their bagged groceries with him right afterwards is also telling. But for the life of his Lan Zhan doesn’t know what such a dramatic exit can possibly mean.

[under the cut for details]

initially I thought to let Mo XuanYu be the baby, but then I kept A-Yuan/SiZhui. Also he is not Wei Ying’s actual son, but more on that later. ALSO he’s a savage child with snark for ages and channels every ounce of his adoptive father’s mischievous spirit.

Just like in “Pushing Daisies”, Wei Ying can revive the dead for a minute or two just by touching them [from Wikipedia: “If something is revived for more than one minute, a similar "life value" in the vicinity drops dead as a form of balance. If he touches the revived person or thing a second time, they die permanently.”]

But in this AU, ever since he was young, Wei Ying has revived a bunch of people, in the beginning without worrying too much of the consequences, not knowing someone of the same value (someone close to the revived dead person) must die if not given back to the realm of death after those two minutes.

His family used to take care of the needs of mourning families by running a funeral home. As a child he would simply touch the dead and go his merry way, happy to make others happy. But the dead would always run away, fearing their families would never take them back or not believe them to have been actually revived. Unaware of this, with bodies disappearing left and right, Wei Ying’s parents are accused of smuggling organs and corpses and are taken to prison before being put in house arrest for the rest of their sentence.

(In the meantime Wei Ying has been looked after by a new family, but after coming of age he decided to wait until the end of his parents’ sentence and buy them a house where they could live together again. In fact, he lives with them and his son) -> a perfectly rational choice bc I wanted to give them a chance to look after each other, okay? Also because a family trying to keep a common secret is fun and fresh and the exact opposite of the movie “Keeping Mum”, which is highly recommend btw.

He never experimented with the double-touch until (at fifteen) accidentally reviving a corpse of a dog, getting scared of it, and consequently smacking its tail in a (hilarious) fit of frustration bc “oh damn it... not again/go back to sleep I cannot deal with you/dogs are scary” and so on. The poor guy plopped down as if nothing had happened afterwards.

After that he learned his lesson and knew he could never touch a revived person again. Also dogs, especially dogs. They bite >:(

The first time Wei Ying actually understood something was wrong was when he was 21 and revived his stepsister YanLi, but her mother died as a consequence. He has brought his stepbrother Jiang Cheng back to life, but his own father was taken in his place. Before that time he had never considered the damage he had caused, because the consequences never involved his close ones but mere strangers up until then. So he vowed to never use his powers again afterwards.

The only exception being A-Yuan/SiZhui: the child was found in a dumpster, abandoned at three months old. Wei Ying revived him and didn’t want to wonder who might have died in the baby’s place... nor did he care. So he asked his parents to help. They’ve been raising the child together for five years, but Wei Ying has never directly touched him, always wearing gloves and masks around him.

He has also never hugged his step-siblings either since reviving them from their car accident from fourteen years back, but neither YanLi or Jiang Cheng knows the reason why. The only thing they know is that at the time, right after seeing them waking up from their “coma” and attending their parents’ funeral, Wei Ying has distanced himself from them, never to return.

(Insert shenanigans with Wei Ying trying his best not to run into his siblings, before they actually discover the truth along the way and bundle him up in quilts and coats just to be able to hug the hell out of him)

Lan Zhan is a detective and thanks to Wei Ying’s powers they solve crimes together. THEY REVIVE THE DEAD FOR TWO MINUTES and ask them what they remember before dying (which is basically the whole point of “Inquiry”, right?) and then Wei Ying touches them back and they drop dead for good.

Wei Ying knows his limits now and doesn’t play with empathy (got it? got it??)

Jin Ling has BOTH of his parents (can you imagine??) and he’s best friend with Lan Zhan and Lan Huan’s younge cousin, JingYi. And they SNOOP like nobody’s business bc they know there’s something fishy about “Uncle Wei”. But also they love to play with the other baby even if they pretend to be tough. They’re also friends with Wen Ning, who will teache them archery for their after-school activities as soon as they start elementary school and they are thrilled.

Wen Ning was actually one of the few corpses Wei Ying has revived in childhood that made it back home and was believed by others. (Wen Ning was still a child himself when he died, so he went straight back home and nobody questioned it, too happy to care......... which is basically canon)

His sister Wen Qing is the only friend Wei Ying has that knows about his secret and she’s the one suggesting Lan Zhan to..........wait a minute or two before leaving the morgue where she works at.

“You might never know what the dead could be able to say after you switch off the lights. You get me?”

He doesn’t get it. Not at first.

But! He grows interested in Wei Ying and the fact that he cannot touch his own child. Is it an allergy? Is it an illness? Lan Zhan has questions and he needs to find out the truth by himself.

Wei Ying’s child needs to be properly held by a parent at least once in his life tho... and Lan Zhan is made by very fine, very expensive husband material.

(I wanted him to meet Wei Ying’s parents. Sue me.)

Also I thought Wei Ying would like to make things grow (hence the florist!au you never asked for) bc he might feel guilty about the things he has done + his trust issues about getting attached to someone and then seeing them die AND THEN HAVING TO ACTUALLY LET THEM GO FOR REAL.

I’m sad now.