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@rodismancave
It opens a bag of raw shrimp, heads on.
It very slowly eats them.
Head first.
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jjkeremika · 1 year ago
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AoT men favorite places with you
description: AoT men’s favorite place to be intimate with you
pairing: Eren, Jean, Connie, Reiner, Porco, Levi, Erwin, Armin, Zeke, Bertolt // x reader
nsfwww
Eren
• prefers public places, not well hidden, like fingering you under the table or having you suck him off behind the racks at restaurants and shops
• risky, likes the thrill of potentially being caught, swears the adrenaline makes you look and sound sexier
• loves sucking on your neck and leaving hickeys, bites your shoulders enough to leave a visible mark for days
• shushes you while he strokes your hair, tells you that you need to be more quiet when you swallow him whole, that you need to bite your lip when he rocks his hips
Jean
• at home, in the kitchen, while prepping for dinner or while baking desserts
• likes lifting you onto the countertop, kissing and fondling you until his preset timers are going off
• always takes his shirt off before putting the apron on, just in case he spills something on it anyway
• smacks you with a spatula or wooden spoon when you walk by, threatens to do it again when you squeal
• watches you lick the batter off your finger with dilated pupils and starts palming his erection through the apron, staring at your lips the whole time
Connie
• well if it wasn’t the arcade, it wasn’t anywhere but home
• hes winning prizes and tickets at every game, smiling and handing you the gifts to keep, smacking your ass and kissing your cheek intermittently
• sometimes asks you to blow on his hands before ski-ball or air-hockey for good luck
• reminds you of that when he asks you to blow on his cock later, behind the pac-man operator, when he’s unzipping his jeans and you’re dropping to your knees
• sometimes will push up against you from behind, pushing your hips into the game as you play, as he teaches you
Reiner
• rents cabins so you two can be conpletely alone because he loves to hear you scream, and doesn’t want a soul to hear or see you (only him)
• likes you on your hands and knees, his hand roughly pulling your hair
• situates you so both of you are facing the wide window, overlooking the natural scenery as his hips slap against yours
• smirks at you in the reflection in the window, blows kisses when you both make eye contact in it
Porco
• could always find him hanging out under the bleachers, and he greets you with open arms and a big kiss each time
• wraps his jacket around you when he takes your shirt off; puts your shirt over his backpack so it doesn’t touch the ground
• holds you so close and so tight, protects your head with his hand if you two get too close to the metal benches
• loves the rattle of the bleachers when you grab onto the metal bars or benches as he fucks into you from behind
Levi
• hates doing it in bathrooms and kitchens
• prefers taking you to expensive hotels with clean sheets and fluffy towels, usually rents a room with two large beds so you can rest and relax on spotless sheets
• cleaning up is his favorite part, lapping up your streams of fluid from your thighs like a parched dog
• loves shoving his cock down your throat when he’s about to orgasm, loves feeling and watching you swallow his cum, enjoying everything more thoroughly with the knowledge that he doesn’t have to dirty a towel
Erwin
• back of the car, like you’re both hormone-crazed teenagers who can’t keep their hands off each other
• has a huge car, so sprawling you out into any position isn’t an obstacle
• always wraps his tie around his wrist, dangling it slightly, and sometimes sharply slaps it against your ass
• plays music through the speakers every time, always drives to the ocean or the lake
• likes the visual of you beneath him, his cock pushed between your breasts
Armin
• likes to be in private, at home BUT the back room at the public library comes quite close
• works there part time, so acquiring the room was easy, and there was something about seeing you amongst unbound books that evoked something inexplicable within him
• loves when you bend over him like an open book, especially when you’re asking him to lick you out while you suck him off
• always reminds you to be quiet when he’s louder than you are
Zeke
• likes to take you to plays and musicals and theaters and operas, “to enjoy the sounds and symphonies of art,” he’d say
• his hand is crawling up your thigh before intermission, tracing the tights pattern up your skirt
• hides the playwright over your lap so those in neighboring seats can’t gawk (but he also kind of likes it when they do)
• rushes you to the bathroom during intermission, hiking up your skirt and ripping a hole in the crotch of your tights
Bertolt
• plays basketball, so meeting him in the locker room after practice is the routine
• explores different positions on the benches and in the showers with you, bending you over it or holding you up
• loves holding your butt cheeks like two globes, moaning every time he compares his hand and dick sizes to the size of your ass
• blushes when he sees you at his games because he knows what will happen later in the locker room, what you’ve both practiced for
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shallowseeker · 1 year ago
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Cas & the chair at the head of the table
==The chair breaks==
When Dean breaks a chair in 14x18 Absence, it's that three-part play on the word absence again: (a) Castiel's absence from the partnership both emotionally [Empty deal] and in terms of decision-making/trust, (b) Jack's absence of soul, and (c) Mary's absence in death.
The cabin they're standing in is dilapidated. Broken down. The breaking of the chair symbolizes the symbolic breaking of the marriage. It's the dissolution of the happy family as essential parts of it die and the rest splinters apart.
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==When Cas is absent, this chair position is featured==
This is a chair position that has been associated with Cas before, when he died in 12x23 All Along the Watchtower-13x01 Lost and Found.
It's the head of the table. Cas's head is literally pointed at the empty chair in death. Dean's hands tenderly brush it as he walks past it.
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==Mended bonds: Cas rejoins the table==
After season 14's Absence, although we see Cas in the library and at the war table, we do not see him fully rejoin the kitchen table until 15x09 The Trap. Here he retakes this adjacent, head-of-table "partner" position again:
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==The kitchen table in day-to-day bunker life==
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[NOTE: Yes, before you say it--all of TFW sits here sometimes. Usually, they sit across from one another when they're eating dinner. And Dean, for example, took the helm position when Jack died.
But the kitchen seating arrangement with respect to Cas is still conspicuous here in seasons 14-15 for the ordered sequence I've noted. There is a symbolic relation to the empty chair and its association with Cas's previous absences. There's a weight to when and where Cas rejoins the table with respect to Dean-Cas as a unit.]
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==After Cas dies, the kitchen table features very little==
After 15x18 Despair, Cas is gone. Interestingly, after Cas leaves, although the kitchen itself is shown, even to illustrate the daily rhythms of the finale, the kitchen table is not shown again. The war table and the library are favored.
In the finale, Sam is shown cooking, and Dean is shown grabbing toast, and Dean is even shown doing dishes. That's it. The table does not feature.
(Most of the denouements take place in Sam's domain: the library.)
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==Empty chairs, pizza boxes, missing pizza man==
So, what else is conspicuous about Cas & chairs? Well, the empty black chair of the dungeon in 15x18 is certainly conspicuous, but the 15x20 finale, despite having no Cas, has a peculiar abundance of empty chairs and pizza boxes.
Six months after Castiel's death, the empty spaces in Dean's room are filled by pizza boxes. ("The missing pizza man.")
On entering Dean's room, we see our first empty chair, the one by the couch.
And an empty pizza box.
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This position calls to mind Dean's prayer scene from season 8's Remember the Titans. In that prayer scene, Dean sits on the "Cas" side of the bed as he prays towards the Cas-shaped lamp (you know--the tall one--reminiscent of the one he dances with in The Heroes' Journey). As the prayer ends, Dean glances over his shoulder towards the empty chair and laments Cas's absence.
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It seems that this chair position in particular is a chair Cas would favor, and it especially represents the early days of their domesticity in the bunker.
Another conspicuous thing is those shirts draped over the green bench. The couch features a plaid shirt, plus a camo shirt (and tan rag?) that is decidedly not Dean’s style. It hearkens to army fatigues. Is this another ghost of the soldier (Cas?)
The only other thing this could be is a callback to Mary and Jack re: AU earth, but it seems more like a symbol of Dean and Cas.
That the army shirt & tan fabric are draped near an old phone seems another nod to Cas, the absent soldier. Since Lucifer’s cruel trick, Dean has been waiting for Cas to call.
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And the second pizza box is simply...on Cas's side of the bed. Like a bedside table. This pizza box is inexplicable. One's weird, but two's a pattern. This pizza box is also in the frame with another empty chair.
Cas's side of the bed features the fan of domesticity, a Cas motif, as well as the tall Cas lamp. And now, we have another Cas motif: the pizza man.
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SAM: "If Cas were here--" DEAN: "He's not."
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pcktknife · 7 months ago
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Its canon that Sara wasn't in the new event cause she does not want to go near Itto at all. inexplably I've seen people say that's proof she actually is deeply in love with him
itto + sara is such a funny ass ship cause what are we doing lol
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ireallyamabear · 11 months ago
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off anon cos im not a coward what's your credit card number
no problem i'll show you my card - here you go - you're so distracted by the custom picture on the card that is inexplicately a picture of you that you forget to look at the numbers
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voidgremlin · 1 year ago
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libidomechanica · 21 days ago
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skywrotecreations · 1 month ago
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Dissonant Constellations Chapter 10
Chapter 10 Date: July 13, 2116 Time: 3:28 Human Circadian Standard Location: FRS Nightingale, Miril Nebula
Time, Sam knew, wasn’t on their side.
But there wasn’t anything she could do about it.
Even after hours of repairs, the Nightingale was dead in the ether. They had life support, emergency lighting, and the ability to open and close interior doors, but that was about it. Imani’s initial report indicated that the pirate’s virus had melted key components in their skip drive, quantum communicator, internal and short-range com systems, main light controls, and airlocks.
Sam wanted to meet the genius that had designed a ship with those systems interconnected. She had a few, descriptive, words for them.
They couldn’t even collect the bodies of those poor souls the pirate had ejected from the Dolos, without risking the airlock being unable to re-close.
At least Sam was certain help would come.
The First Responders Corps knew their last location, before their quantum beacon cut out. The loss of that signal alone would send one of their sister ships scrambling.
To a new dispatcher, a ship having an unexplained half hour break in its quantum communications’ signal might not look like a big deal, but every person who had ever actually responded to a call knew how little time a crew had on a dying ship. The Nightingale had been out of commission far longer than that.
In the meantime, she could trust her highly-skilled crew to repair the bits and pieces of the Nightingale they had the stored parts to repair, and wait for a tow back to Sapcedock 59 so they could have their docking bay doors pried open without the risk of venting atmosphere..
While Sam worked on the most miserable report she’d ever had to write in her life.
She wanted it ready to hand in, the moment help arrived. Lukas’ best chance of survival depended on the pirate’s quick apprehension. The more information she could compile, the better.
The captain sat on the darkened bridge, and skimmed what little she’d already been able to put down.
A single intruder, in and out in minutes.
The apparent massacre of the entire crew of the Dolos.
The kidnapping of one of her oldest friends.
How had she let this happen? How…
No.
Not the time for guilt. Guilt wouldn’t help get him back.
She took a deep breath, and focused on the facts.
Her crew, minus Lukas, was safe. Stranded, but safe.
All she could do was wait, write, and pray that whatever cobbled together nightmare of a personal skipper their intruder used to get out of that med room left a clear trail in its wake.
Sam grimaced.
That...thing...was another worry altogether.
The existence of technology that let ship-less individuals dive through the fabric of spacetime was technically not something Sam was supposed to know about, but it wasn’t exactly a large leap from what was already on the open market. From the rumors she’d heard, the captain suspected the Coalition Guard had had the tech for at least a decade, and almost religiously scoured the black market for parts that could be used to make them.
Probably to stop crap like this.
Probably
She doubted there were many people—criminal or upstanding—with the resources and technical acumen to make one from scratch, but in this case, it was the only possibility that made sense.
There was no other way out of that room. No second door, or ceiling panel, or even a vent big enough for a toddler to crawl through, let alone two full grown adult Humans.
Still, Sam and the rest of the Nightingale crew had spent hours searching the ship, just in case. Every room. Every cabinet. Under every bed. They’d even pulled the med room shelves away from the walls, just to be sure there wasn’t some loose panel hiding a trap door no one knew about.
But there was nothing.
With only two physically possible explanations left, Sam had used one of their few working scanners to check for organic residue in the med room, on the horrifying chance that the intruder had inexplicably decided to vaporize them both instead of letting herself be captured.
Thankfully, there wasn’t a trace of that.
So, it had to be a skipper.
Which left the captain with loads of other questions, but if it meant there was a chance her friend was still alive, she was going to cling to that hypothesis with everything she had.
Lukas couldn’t be dead.
It wasn’t fair.
...Neither was the universe, but that was beside the point.
The Nightingale was supposed to be a place Lukas could heal after...well, after everything. And he’d been doing so, so well too. As far as Sam knew, he hadn’t had a panic attack in months, and she’d even seen him cautiously glancing out the mess’ portholes a few times when they ate together. He was finally feeling safe in space again.
And then...this.
How was she supposed to tell McKenzie?
The captain forced the thought to a back-burner in her brain. She had to, or she was going to start crying on the bridge.
Besides, there were more immediate worries.
“I think I’ve got it,” Hamid crawled out from underneath the communications panel with a half-satisfied, half-exhausted look on his face. He kicked a pile of discarded, half-melted wires as he rose. “The quantum beacon’s still fried. We’ll need to risk a spacewalk if we want to fix that before reaching a spacedock. But we should at least have internal and short-range communications back. I’m going to boot those systems up now, if that’s okay?”
Well, Sam would say the timing was perfect, but she’d been running through those logistics in her head for hours. Really wore down the coincidence.
Still, the captain sighed in relief. “Yeah, go ahead. Thank you.”
He nodded, then pressed the button on the comm panel to connect to the engine room. The smell of burnt wires drifted up from the comm, panel, but the screen and controls responded to Hamid’s hands. “Imani, this is Hamid, can you hear me?”
After s pause, Imani’s voice came out clearly over the intercom.
“Here, Hamid. Sounds like you’re having some luck?”
“Some, yes,” Hamid confirmed. “I’m going to check in with Jill via her spacesuit’s com next. If she can hear us, then we can make contact with other ships as they get close.”
“Beautiful,” the relief was clear in Imani’s voice. “Nice work on that.”
“Thanks,” Hamid smiled tiredly. “Hope I never have to do it again, but it’s good to know I remember how to rewire this thing.”
“Do you remember how to rewire anything else? We could use another set of hands down here.”
“He needs to rest first,” Sam interjected. “He’s been under that panel for hours.”
“Understood,” Imani sounded disappointed, but also resigned. “I’m starting rotating shifts down here as well, if that’s okay? It will slow down repairs, but we have enough problems without somebody falling asleep mid-weld.”
“Permission granted,” Sam agreed. “Thank you. Talk to you soon.”
She gave Hamid a nod; he disconnected the channel. “Jill next?”
The captain hesitated. “There’s no risk of the virus transferring to her suit through our coms, is there?”
Hamid shook his head. “From what I can tell, the virus is gone. Looks like it was designed to erase itself completely after one use. Probably to mess with investigations into its source.”
Good.
Then they wouldn’t be a risk to their rescue party.
Sam nodded. “Alright, let’s check in with Jill then.”
“One sec,” he pressed a few buttons; twisted a knob on the control panel; then nodded to the captain. “Try now.”
Sam pressed the corresponding button on her chair. “Jill? Can you hear me?”
...No answer.
Hamid gave Sam a worried glance; tried again. “Jill, if you can hear this, please respond.”
Another pause, then to Sam’s relief, the head medic’s voice came through.
“Sorry, I was elbow-deep in the main airlock. You’re clear as a bell.”
Ah, good.
The captain crossed to the com station. “Any sign of a virus in the ambu-shuttles?”
“Not a trace,” Jill said. “We can still load everybody inside those if we start losing life support, but with the docking bay doors shorted out, they won’t do more than buy us time.”
“It shouldn’t come to that,” the captain grimaced. “Please keep working. The more we can repair before our rescue arrives, the less time we’ll have to spend at Spacedock 59.”
“Say no more. I hate standing still.”
Sam gave a dry laugh. “That makes two of us. Thank you.”
“Any time.”
She nodded, and Hamid ended the transmission.
“I’d like to run a couple more checks before I rest,” Hamid offered. “Shouldn’t take long.”
Sam raised an eyebrow. “How long is long? You only stopped working for prayers. I know you need to get some food.”
“Thirty seconds,” the officer promised as he turned back to the controls. “Now that we know the external com is working, I want to see if that distress signal is still repeating.”
Oh.
Yeah, there were a few reasons that could be important.
“Is it?”
“...Yep, it’s still playing,” Hamid’s shoulders slumped. “I was hoping it might’ve changed. That, maybe, she hadn’t actually killed them all, and they could’ve been trying to contact us once she left. But, um, there’s no sign of that.”
Sam sighed.
It was a good thought.
But it wasn’t a day where luck was with them.
The captain gave him a grim smile. “I think they were all dead far before we got here, Hamid. There was never anything we could do for them.”
That was a better thought than that they might’ve been alive when those airlocks opened. She was clinging to that thought.
“I know,” Hamid nodded. “I was just hoping. Are you okay on your own in here?”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” Sam nodded back. “I may not be able to rebuild the comm system from scratch, but I know the basics. Basil will be back in half an hour, and thanks to you, I can call for extra hands and have them here in under thirty seconds if needed.”
Or, call for an evacuation, if it came to that.
With one last nod, her com officer headed out the door; towards the direction of the mess hall.
Sam looked around the now-empty bridge. It seemed so...dead...when she was alone. Mary was out on a patrol with the other security team members, scouring the ship top to bottom for signs that the pirate had left them any nasty surprises in her trek through their corridors. So far, they’d found nothing, but it was far better to be safe than blown up. And she’d sent Basil to bed two hours before. His species slept in bursts, and he needed shorter shift rotations to accommodate that physiology. Still, she suspected he would have tried to go down to the engine room to help, if she hadn’t specifically ordered him to rest.
So much of the crew was going to be worn ragged by the repairs. Even Sidney was still running back and forth through the ship, ferrying messages for whoever needed them.
...Which wasn’t really necessary anymore, was it?
She sent out a quick ship-wide message that the internal comms were working again, and after a round of updates from Sidney, had them headed off to get some food as well.
Sam felt a bit guilty for not helping with the repairs, but she reminded herself that although she could pilot nearly any ship she got her hands on...she hadn’t exactly aced the mechanical side of her training. Her efforts were much better spent compiling a thorough report, and keeping watch over the functioning portions of the bridge, until help arrived.
Besides, they needed at least a skeleton crew of semi-rested people ready to jump into action if their situation suddenly grew worse. Especially pilots.
If they had to evacuate on the ambu-shuttle fleet, they’d need every pilot possible to guide them to a safe distance.
But they hadn’t reached that point, and Sam was still hopeful they never––
The half-working sensor panel across the room beeped.
Sam quickly crossed; scanned the readout screen eagerly.
Relief rolled over her in a wave.
Distortion or not, that was definitely a Coalition Guardship.
And a big one at that. The kind that looked more like a swarming hornet’s next when fully activated, given the fleet of smaller vessels which would swarm out of it in the presence of any significant danger.
The kind that existed exclusively to combat pirate armadas.
Made sense that they’d be the closest help. Pirates tended to operate in the outskirts of Coalition space, and they liked to skirt the edges of Isolaitionist territory, knowing that the Guard couldn’t follow them there without inciting an incident. The fact that there hadn’t been a Guardship within range to assist them during the initial onslaught had been a fluke.
Still, it was a bit startling to see. The Nightingale normally dealt with the Guard’s accident-investigative branch, which scooted around the galaxy in tiny vessels the size of the Nightingale's ambu-shuttles. It was disconcerting to watch what basically amounted to a brightly-colored warship crawling ever closer to her comparatively tiny vessel.
But she wasn’t going to be picky about their help.
Sam saw the other vessel’s hail pop up on the com panel; she crossed the room, and answered it.
Her smile faded as a man wearing an eye-stabbingly red uniform blinked into the center of their viewscreen.
His hair was short-cropped and bright blond. His eyes were a startling cobalt blue Sam knew many people would swoon over.
She wasn’t among them, but it was true in theory.
“Hi there,” the man’s bleached-white teeth flashed in a smile that didn’t reach his cobalt eyes. “I’m Captain Daniel Card, of the C.S. Fenrir. And who might you be?”
...Of all the freaking captains in the freaking Guard...
Sam tried not to let her disgust show.
She knew that name.
Everybody knew that name.
She recognized the Daniel Card from decades of photos and videos taken by the media. Mostly as a child-sized prop in the background of Henry Card’s campaign rallies, but also from a smattering of stories about the man as he grew up in the headlines from an adrenaline junkie teen with a penchant for bar fights, to an influential captain in the Coalition Guard.
Rumor was his antics hadn’t exactly ended when he took up the job...but no credible witnesses ever came forward.
At least this Card didn’t go on talkshows once a week, spouting xenophobic drek like his siblings, but Sam had no doubt how the man’s politics leaned. One glance at his bridge crew was all she needed to understand that.
All Human.
All male.
All white.
That didn’t happen by accident. Not in 2116. Especially not in an organization like the Guard.
But the Nightingale wasn’t exactly in a position to refuse help. And Lukas needed the Guard’s search dogs set on his trail as fast as possible.
Sam put on her best diplomatic smile, and kept to protocol. “Captain Samantha Healy, FRS Nightingale. Thank you for coming. Our life support is fully functional, but we’re going to need a tow back to Spacedock 59. Our skipper needs to be completely replaced, and we can’t––”
“Mind telling me what happened?” Card said it like a demand, his smile still on his face, but looking more fake by the second.
She’d been getting to that.
But she she bit her tongue.
The faster they got through this part, the faster that giant Guardship with top-of-the-line tracking equipment could start scanning for traces of their attacker’s skips.
So, Sam relayed everything she knew. The distress call. The ship that their half-functioning sensors claimed was still adrift near their own. The distortion that kept them from sorting out much more than that, before everything went to hell.
Card cut in mid-sentence when Sam got to the transmission from the Dolos’ “captain.”
“What did this person look like?”
Rude. But frankly, kind of expected.
“As I said, the image was extremely distorted, but according to reports from witnesses in the infirmary, she appeared to be Human,” Sam replied. “She was white, with short-cropped blonde hair. She spoke in English, in an accent vaguely American, but difficult to discern beyond that. Could have been from a colony instead. She claimed there were other crew members who needed help, but given what happened, I believe that was just part of the ruse to get us to drop shields.”
“Have you sent anyone aboard?” There was a slight tinge of panic to Card’s eyes that Sam didn’t like.
Sam shook her head. “We never got the chance. The pirate managed to slip a virus past our firewalls. We’ve been doing damage control ever since. To be clear: it appears the virus is completely gone. We’re not a threat to your ship, but we can’t leave ours without either having someone force the doors open from the outside, or cutting a hole through the hull.”
“Ah, okay,” the man let out a deep breath; his shoulders drooped with perplexing, but obvious, relief. “Sit tight. There’s a Responders vessel en route. We’ll keep watch over you until they can tow you back to Spacedock 59.”
...Wait.
Sam’s brows arched in surprise. “You aren’t going to tow us yourself?”
Card grimaced. “Normally we would, but we’re already on a time-sensitive assignment. A really important one. This detour is going to put us behind as it is. We’ll secure the Dolos, and protect you from any pirates that might try to take advantage of a stranded Responders’ ship...but as long as your life support is operational, then we can’t spare any extra time or resources to tow you ourselves. Sorry.”
...What the fuck?
“I...” Stay diplomatic. “Do you have any auxiliary vessels that could––”
“No, they’re all tied up in our main assignment,” the man was clearly trying to sound apologetic. “We...well, we really weren’t expecting to have to do this today.”
“Mind if I ask what you were expecting?” Sam asked.
“I do mind, actually,” The remnants of the man’s fake smile dropped. “I’ll be honest: we’re not officially here. Once you skip out of this nebula, I’ll deny our paths ever crossed. Got it?”
Dread crept up the back of Sam’s neck.
What the hell had they stumbled into? Was the Coalition Guard conducting a sting? Against who?
“But what about the investigation––”
“Oh, that’ll still happen,” Card assured her. “My ship and my name won’t be attached to the reports, but I promise the investigation with be thorough. Easily the most thorough we’ve ever conducted. Just wait for it.”
Sam’s nose could’ve been filled with wax, and she still could have sniffed that one out.
...From Card’s tone, it was pretty clear to Sam that ‘not officially here’ could easily turn into ‘literally not here’ if that asshole got offended.
How sure was she that her crew was out of danger?
It didn’t matter who led the investigation, just as long as it happened, and was a priority.
She’d still file a full report back at Spacedock 59. Card could throw a fit about including his name if he wanted to, but Sam was not letting her friend’s case get sidelined so that golden boy could avoid a little tarnish.
Lukas needed help as fast as possible.
“Alright,” Sam kept her plans to herself. “Then I suggest you start your investigation by retrieving the bodies of the Dolos’ crew. The pirate ejected them from an airlock. And check the surrounding space for skip specks. Starting with ones in and around my vessel. One of my crew was abducted by the person who knocked us out of commission. Took him right out of the infirmary. From a locked room, with no other exit. If there’s any hope of finding out where they went––”
“We’ll look,” the man cut her off again. “But I can’t make any promises. Someone who can do that is probably pretty good at covering her tracks. And your crewmate...well...do they have any skills she might find valuable?”
Sam nodded, knowing exactly what the man meant. “She abducted Doctor Lukas Vond. He’s my medical director, and head trauma surgeon.”
And a man whose wife and daughter deserved to have him back. And a good friend. But she got the distinct impression this guy wouldn’t give a damn about any of that.
The man made an almost approving nod. “Ah. Well, that makes sense then.”
Her eyes narrowed. “How does that make sense?”
“Did he have any trackers on him?” He blatantly sidestepped her question. “Or in him?”
“No,” Sam answered. “She left his badge behind, which was where Lu...where Doctor Vond kept his emergency tracker. Subdermal trackers are optional in the First Responders, and he’s never opted in.”
“A shame,” Card sighed. “Well, the good news is that he is likely still alive. With a skillset like that, your doctor is a valuable commodity. Whatever Kel’s endgame is, she will probably only kill him if he causes trouble.”
Sam blinked. “Kel? Who’s Kel?”
Instant regret.
That’s what plastered across Card’s face.
“You already know who did this?” The infuriating answer was already clear.
“I...have my suspicions,” Card hedged. “Look, the specifics are above your clearance. All you need to know is that if the person who attacked your ship and took your crewmate is who I believe, then she’s...confused.”
Sam’s eyes narrowed. “She was coherent enough to kill a ship full of people, set up an ambush, and kidnap a man without leaving a trail.”
“I didn’t say she was delirious,” the man hedged. “You work in medicine; I think you understand why I can’t say more. She isn’t well. And she needs help, just as much as she needs to be stopped. That’s all I can say.”
That wasn’t nearly enough.
Was Card saying this was some Guard member in the middle of a breakdown? Was that why he was being so sketchy? Was he seriously just trying to avoid embarrassment when there were lives on the line?
Sam wanted more information. She needed more.
...But whatever this nightmare really was, it was clear she wasn’t going to get any more intel from him. Not on a recorded channel, at least. And the more time they spent arguing, the farther away Lukas would get.
“If there’s anything you need from us to help find this...Kel...please let me know,” Sam said instead. “Doctor Vond...Lukas is a friend. A good friend. Anything I can do to help bring him home, I’ll do it.”
When that fake smile crept back onto Card’s face, Sam knew exactly how likely he was to keep her in the loop.
“Of course,” Card lied. “You’ll be the first to know.”
After a few more polite unpleasantries, Sam ended the transmission, took a deep, furious breath, and picked up her tablet.
She had some new additions to make to her report.
Including a copy of the automatically-recorded conversation she had just had with that shady asshole.
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fromthesink · 6 months ago
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i feel so sick. i just go to work everyday in pain and nausea and sit in this closet worrying. and everyday i have more to worry about. my childhood friend shot himself two weeks ago. my friend was getting threatened to be kicked out by his mom yesterday. my friend messages me today saying their brothers out as a transphobe. and today im inexplicity being ghosted by my old friends in the collective after i see them hanging with my ex. every part of my life feels so ripe with infection, im replaying the same conversations over and over in my head begging to be treated like a human. trying to justify to myself that i deserve to live. i relapsed this week. someone keeps sending a follow request at me everyday before reblocking me again immediately. i feel so raw and sick and sad and scared again and it fucking sucks. all ive been trying to do for the last year and a half is survive and be in community and it never works.
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gamboagarcia · 7 months ago
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Gracias de antemano por sus comentarios ESCENARIOS: La teoría de las cuerdas y el poder En el capítulo anterior de ESCENARIOS, nos preguntábamos sobre ese extraño fenómeno en el que los políticos de hoy, entran y salen misteriosamente a través de cortinajes, que los conducen hacia enigmáticos submundos, donde se desplazan sigilosos e invisibles. Para luego reaparecer en nuestra propia dimensión, cargados de riqueza inexpl... Sigue leyendo: https://www.adiario.mx/plumas/escenarios-la-teoria-de-las-cuerdas-y-el-poder/?feed_id=159308&_unique_id=6664fa502ff61
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connectparanormal · 8 months ago
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A fascinating section of American legend, the Bigfoot phenomenon is representative of a larger human obsession with the enigmatic and inexplicable. The modern story of Bigfoot did not become ingrained in the American consciousness until the late 1950s, despite sightings and stories dating back to Native American legends and early settler accounts. This was due to a confluence of events and a growing media landscape that was hungry for dramatic tales.
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vulturevanity · 9 months ago
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The thing about Calypso is that sometimes inexplically a guy will show up and sing some songs and I will have to take a moment to process that wait a minute. This isn't Joelma
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seaofstarsrpg · 1 year ago
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The Specter of the Noose (Petrichor 365)
The only trees in Port Imperial are newly planted (or transplanted), all of the original trees were quickly converted into building materials or fuel. One of the trees that survived for a while was a massive tree of dark wood, one of the first Imperial wizards assigned to Petrichor, was investigating the magic of the land but inexplication was found hanged from the tree.  It was never determined…
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pizzinmyazz · 1 year ago
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This one got me in the feels. Maja LAMBERT! Geralt you are everything!
inexplic - Honestly you have characterized a character that for the veryy first time in written form, I can plainly see - through others POV - the legend that Geralt of Rivia has become and not think its forced or contrived or in fandom terms crack or ooc.
Good job, glad I found this series to follow.
Maja the Mantikitten finds her place in Kaer Morhen. Her choice has interesting repercussions.
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steveactually · 2 years ago
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parcai · 2 years ago
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how do you love brother dynamics but hate eldest sister arcs? 😭
bc they don't call themselves mother earth's daughters LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭
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