#is communicating me to a point that they can switch on command?

[r-p-k-m]

Yall know sayo isn't actually a system she just has like bpd or something right

[sleepy-kuroo]

and this darkness appears, leaving me stranded

Miguel O'Hara x Gn!Reader

Word Count: 750

A/n: First time writing in a while, but I can't stop thinking about Miguel O'Hara. Don't know if I'll do a part two.

Edit: read the prequel here! I will not be continuing this so sorry y'all. It's just gonna be an angsty ending :(

You sat on the ledge of your apartment building, dressed in your spider-suit with your mask halfway up as you ate the sandwich you packed. The sun was setting in the horizon, the sky blossoming with hues of warm oranges and cool lilacs. You had your headphones on, nodding your head as you enjoyed your time off.

Your body was slightly sore after finishing your patrol for the day, back aching from a fall you had sustained earlier. You relaxed under the cool breeze, watching traffic move below you mindlessly. You took a deep breath, relaxing your shoulders when your spider sense activated, alerting you of a presence behind you.

You looked over your shoulder, spotting familiar sparks of warm yellows and oranges. You hear the faint whirring of a portal through your headphones. Without looking at the figure behind you, you paused your music and took off your headphones. 

“Thought you never wanted to see my face again,” you spoke, taking another bite of your sandwich. You heard a sigh of annoyance behind you before footsteps grew louder. You took your mask off fully and looked up at the figure standing right beside you on the ledge. “Missed me already?” you asked, a hint of bitterness in your tone. 

Miguel O’Hara looked down on you with that familiar hard gaze, his large stature looming over you. The two of you exchanged looks, not speaking a word as tension slowly thickened the air around you. Your pointed glares and stern expressions communicated more than enough. The longer you stared, the more you began to recognize some of the emotions swirling in his eyes: anger, frustration, annoyance, and…desperation. 

“Come back,” he finally spoke. His voice cut through the thick air between you, heavy with that commanding tone you both loved and hated.

You simply stare at him, not saying a word before moving your attention back to the sunset in front of you. You watch as the sun now barely peeks over the horizon, the warm oranges slowly fading out as the sky becomes enveloped in cool blues and lilacs.

Silence falls over the two of you.

 “No.”

“No?”

“No,” you repeat yourself, putting the rest of the sandwich back in its container and slipping it into your bag along with your headphones. You pulled your mask over your head and stood up on the ledge. “If that’s all you came here for then you should go back. Wouldn’t want you to waste your time on me,” you sigh, watching as Miguel closes his eyes in frustration as he’s reminded of his last words to you.

You begin to step off the ledge when Miguel wraps his large hand around your arm, holding you in place. “(Y/n),” he grunted in annoyance. His actions flip a switch in you, your resentment towards him threatening to spill over. 

You snap your gaze towards him, the eye slits on your mask narrowing as you glare at him but slightly soften at the new expression on his face. His gaze still held the same sharpness to it but you picked up on the faintest furrow of his brows and the slight frown pulling down the corners of his lips. His eyes though…oh the desperation in his eyes. He’s looking at you as if it’s the last time he’ll ever see you…and perhaps it is.

“I’m sor-...” Miguel speaks again, the words on the tip of his tongue but refuses to spill out. He’s not sure if you can tell but he’s terrified. Terrified of being vulnerable again. Terrified of losing you. Terrified of the realization that his actions may have just caused him to lose another person he cared about.

You wait patiently, a part of you desperately wishing that Miguel will take the leap, to allow himself to open up again…

…but his grip on your arm loosens up and falls to his side. Miguel looks back down at the ground, fists clenched at his side as clearly struggles with himself. The longer that time passes though, the more you realize that you don’t have the time to wait for him anymore.

“Don’t come back here Miguel,” you speak softly but there is no anger left in your voice, only sadness. “For your own sake…” You look at him one last time before stepping off the ledge, swinging back onto the fire escape and going back into your apartment.

The sun is nowhere to be found by the time Miguel leaves.

[so-i-did-this-thing]

What are good questions to ask in job interviews to find out if a place is going to be friendly to your continued transition? I have been on T for about a year and am job hunting right now and I'm worried about reaching a point sometime in the next year where I have no choice but to come out because I don't read as a woman anymore.

Ok, big caveat from me: I was once in your exact position. I had just started T and decided to interview with a small company who assumed I was a woman. (I am guessing they thought I was a butch lesbian - I still had my gender-neutral deadname. I did not assert my pronouns.) When they gave me an offer, I let them know I was transitioning. I still got hired, but was treated as an inconvenience. They did not suggest I immediately switch to male presentation, and I was too scared to suggest it. It started getting hostile when other employees noticed my voice changing. I really wish I had just gone into the interview presenting male and I ended up quitting the job within 8 months because it got too awkward.

So. As for my advice:

I'd start with Glassdoor to read employee reviews. I'd also check the company's social media, plus that of the people in your chain of command to do some vibe checking. People who are transphobic are commonly going to be very vocal about right-wing leanings, and you'll see some signs, even on LinkedIn. Check if they have anti-discrimination statements in any of their hiring material, or stated commitments to diversity and inclusion.

In the interview, ask about what sort of clients they attract and what charities/orgs they support and sponsor. If you feel the vibes are promising, ask if they sponsor local Pride. Ask general culture questions about team building and employee enrichment. Ask what healthcare benefits look like and other employee assistance perks they may have. Fish around for gendered policies that could cause you problems, like dress codes. That said, can you bite the bullet and go ahead and interview in a masc gender presentation? Because honestly, that will be the best gauge of how you are going to be received. (And in my experience, folks are fairly likely to assume a masc presenting person is male.)

I tend to be very careful about outing myself until I'm sure I'm in a supportive culture with HR to back me up -- and this might be something you can't discover until you are hired and working for a while. And even then, I've just been very matter-of-fact about transition stuff, saying things like (when doing my background check) "I have older documentation that doesn't match my current name or gender marker, and I can provide any additional paperwork if needed." When I changed my legal name, I gave my boss a simple communication plan on how I'd tell co-workers and clients. Though at that point, most folks assumed I was a cis man, so it was a very different experience compared to that awful 8-month long job.

I wish I had more advice, but a lot depends on how badly you need a job, how safe you feel, and if you have options like only staying in your next job until passing as a woman becomes a problem. To be bluntly honest -- you *will* lose opportunities in your life due to being trans and it's just something to have to have backup plans for (I lost a ton of music gig work because everyone in the industry is all up in each other's shit). But whatever you do, document everything you can related to you being trans, because you never know when you'll need to raise a discrimination case. :/

[thatonebirdwrites]

Alone

Lena scoured through the supply cabinet, desperate for anything to aid her current predicament. She floated horizontally in the confines of quadrant C-2, a rope around her waist and attached to the hook on the wall. She'd learned the hard way that unless she secured herself, the slow roll of the space station kept disrupting her search, sending her slowly spinning away from where she wanted to be.

It had been a week stranded here with an increasingly dangerous station. Her food supplies were low, and she still couldn't find any useful chemical in which to derive fuel for her thrusters, to hopefully reach the Chinese station once its orbit aligned.

Tremors and fires have slowly eaten its way through the communication sector, and it was only matter of time before it reached the reactor. Then survival would be near impossible.

Lena pushed aside vials and ignored the whisper of grief that haunted her since Jack's death. Part of her feared she would soon join him in death.

And what of Kara Danvers? Her girlfriend, or maybe no longer girlfriend, since their fight burned in the backdrop of Lena's thoughts. She'd signed up for this repair mission to avoid the situation, and now here she was.

All it had taken was one near-miss of a small asteroid, which set off a chain reaction, destroying their shuttle, Quadrant B-1 of the station, and cutting Lena off from the communication sector in Quadrant A-2.

Their fight felt ridiculous now, and she wished more than anything to see Kara again. To not be trapped here alone.

A few days ago, she'd managed to rig a HAM radio. Starting with NASA's frequency, she'd sent the message, "Commander Lena Kieran Luthor requesting aid. I am trapped on the space station in a decaying orbit." There'd been no response. Her next try started in the amateur radio bands. She tried for the eighty meters band, a higher frequency one, in hopes it would nab a contact. A lot of amateur's reported preferring this band, but she couldn't be certain how far it'd propagate, especially if there was ionization in the atmosphere to muck the signal. Again she repeated her message and again had no response.

Next she tried the forty meters high frequency band. She closed her eyes, one hand pressed against the side of her headphones, and listened first.

Someone was speaking on this band, but she didn't recognize the language. She decided to attempt anyway and repeated her message in English, Spanish, and Portuguese. The most likely languages for anyone listening in ITU region two.

The response had been excitement and a slew of words she still couldn't understand.

"I'm sorry," she said, frustrated, "I don't know your language. Please, if you understand me, can you alert someone I need rescuing? I'm trapped on a decaying orbit on the US and European Consortium Space Station D."

The reply baffled her as the person had switched to a different language. One that sounded similar to Spanish, but she still couldn't make out most of the words. She'd given up at that point.

So who knew if that person understood her and relayed the message. Most bands got her no other interactions, but she'd broadcasted on them just in case.

She kept the HAM radio running, but to no avail.

With her supplies dwindling, she scavenged what she could in her space suit from the ruined quadrants. Most of it was sheets of metal she welded to block off ruined sectors and to fix the air leakage.

Other materials helped her construct her radio, and still others gave her a way to rebuild suit thrusters. Her suit sat only a few feet away, clipped to the wall, and the pack on its back had started to look like some sort of Frankenstein monstrosity.

If her calculations were correct, the space station had dropped in its orbit. The closer it came to earth, the more likely she'd burn up with it as it crashed down.

Also per her calculations, the Chinese space station hung in a slightly higher orbit and would soon pass close enough for her to bridge the gap. Whether anyone still lived on it, she had no idea. But it likely had salvageable escape pods.

If she could find enough fuel for her suit's thrusters.

She wiped away sweat from the increasingly warm quarters. The cabinet held an assortment of chemicals. Most useless for her needs, but near the back, she found formic acid.

"Yes," she grinned, "finally!"

One of the few facilities still functioning on this dying station was the chemical equipment, and it should stock some platinum. Exposure to platinum breaks formic acid into hydrogen and carbon dioxide. It's the hydrogen she needs for fuel.

Lena tucked the acid into a protective pouch in her suit. She unhooked herself, slid into her suit, and tied her helmet to her belt.

With a push, she floated through the corridor. She increased her momentum with a gentle push off various protrusions, some of them made specifically for traversal, but others broken pipes or an analyzer station. Most of the computers in the station failed to work, the power grid close to failing with two solar wings lost to the chain reaction.

She had only one solar panel wing left and a prototype reactor, but how long would that last? The reactor already showed signs of failure and radiation leakage.

An intersection loomed ahead, and she shifted her angle to take a tight turn to the right. A tremor shook the station, and another warning light glared red along the corridor. She was far too close to the damaged sections, but she had no other choice.

She needed to break down the formic acid, otherwise she'd never make the leap to the Chinese station.

The corridor opened into a large module, where half a dozen chemistry stations hugged the walls. The cold atom lab control panel was still functional, but although useful for crafting Bose-Einstein condensates for gyroscopes, it was useless for her current task. Next to it sat a larger set-up, specifically for breaking down materials.

She slid off her suit gloves, clipped them to her belt, and flipped open its lid. She set the acid in the middle, clamped it in place, and fit the tubes. Shutting the lid, she slid her hands into the enclosure's gloves.

Another tremor shook the station, but Lena ignored the increasingly loud warning alerts. Each movement calculated and careful, she extracted the hydrogen she needed and filled the empty fuel cell.

An explosion rocked the station further down the corridor, and a safety door slammed down at the end of the hallway.

"Shit." Lena slid her hands free and extracted the fuel cell. She had less time than she thought.

It took two minutes to install the cell and re-don her gloves and helmet.

Three minutes to push her momentum toward the nearest airlock. Fire bloomed behind her, and smoke filled corridor. Another safety door attempted to drop, but it stuck halfway due to a set of broken pipes.

The next explosion knocked her hard against the wall. Pain blossomed in her side.

"Fuck!" A pipe had cut into her side. She dug into her belt supplies and slapped on a patch to seal the leak. Nothing she could do for her injury. Not until she got off this drowning ship.

The airlock C-4 loomed at the end of the corridor. A jet of flame from a nearby module set off the safety door.

Which would cut her off from freedom. Fuck. She pushed with all her might, her momentum increasingly dangerously. The door shuddered and slid slowly, its mechanics damaged.

She soared under it as it snapped shut with only inches to spare. Smoke filled this module, but she dodged the fires and hit the airlock's controls far too hard. It knocked the breath out of her.

Her vision splintered and the pain in her side burned.

The electronic controls failed to respond to her codes. So she grabbed the crank and turned with all her strength. More alerts blared and a red light flashed above her. Another tug and the crank clicked it open.

Air rushed into the chamber. She pushed inside and tried to shut the door, but it stuck against a shattered pipe. Fire licked the air and another shudder threw her against the wall.

Nothing for it. She'd have to risk it all.

She cranked the outer door until it flung open. Air screamed into the void. The earth glared up at her, far too close, and the beautiful sight of its blue, green, and yellow incited a desperation.

Lena wanted to go home. She wanted to stand on the ground again. To drink of the water, to sift through the soil.

And more than anything else, she wanted to find Kara.

To apologize for their fight. To not run again, but repair what they had once.

Tears blurred her vision as she pushed away from the broken station. More explosions shattered yet more of it, and a piece tore away to hurtle toward the earth.

She hit the thrusters and flew toward the trajectory of the Chinese station. Below her, the fires and debris of broken modules ripped into other quadrants, the station's own parts shredding its other sections. The chain reaction sent several spiraling in other orbits, some far too close to her own.

Still she sailed upward, toward her one chance at survival.

Ahead of her, the Chinese station loomed with its six modules, four solar panel wings, and hopefully an escape pod. She was so close. So damn close.

Several debris hurtled past the Chinese station, one ricocheting off a solar panel wing, tearing half of it away. The momentum sent both hurtling into a lower orbit.

Lena dodged the debris, but the finer particulate matter rained onto her suit. Her armor began to degrade, the finer particles ripped into each layer. Her thrusters sputtered.

Her momentum was too fast. She'd bounce right off the damn station if she didn't slow down.

"Puncture in left leg," her suit's systems alerted her. A hiss of air roared in her ears. The oxygen began to drop.

Fear curdled through her. She had no time to seal the break.

"Come on," she whispered. She adjusted her thrusters and attempted to slow her momentum. The station's outer armor held numerous protrusions, but her first attempt had her bouncing off and away.

She hit the thrusters to stop her tumble. Gritting her teeth, she aimed for a ladder and readied her rope hook.

She hit hard, but the hook slipped into space and she tumbled to stop. Her oxygen dropped lower, and she began to feel lightheaded. She pulled herself along the rope. Her glove gripped the rung. Black edged on her periphery of her vision. She pulled herself forward, closer to an airlock.

She flipped on her radio. Her vision faded toward grey. Low oxygen alert beeped. "Commander Lena Kieran Luthor requesting entrance." She struggled to speak it in Chinese, but her thoughts tumbled toward oblivion, her grip on reality slipping.

Her hand touched the crank, but her strength waned. She couldn't turn it. She gasped, the oxygen dropping dangerously. Her vision greyed, her mind blanked, and she struggled to take a breath, to suck in oxygen.

In that moment, she wanted only Kara. Just to see her again before the end.

Darkness overcame her just as a voice popped up in her radio.

"Commander?"

<<...>>

Lena slowly regained awareness. An oxygen mask hugged her face, and she lay, strapped to a bed. Voices spoke a language she knew, but couldn't seem to recall. Her head ached.

A person floated closer. "Lena?"

She blinked and noted the clear blue eyes. Golden hair falls in soft curls around her face. "Kara?" she whispered.

"Yeah, yeah, it's me." Tears stung Kara's eyes. She pressed a hand to Lena's left cheek. "Gosh, Lena, I thought you died."

Lena managed a faint smile. "Too stubborn." Tears blurred her vision The room she's in didn't look like anything from a station. She weakly removed the oxygen mask. "Where am I?"

"Hospital. You're on Earth." Kara settled onto a stool next to her and grasped her hand. "I'm so glad you're alive."

Lena reached up to gently touch Kara's cheek. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I've missed you."

Kara leaned into her touch and smiled. "I'm sorry too. Let's focus on your recovery, then we can go home together."

Lena smiled, relief and hope flooding her sore and pain-filled body. "I'd like that."

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[kamiko1234]

*EVEN MORE YAPPING AHEAD*

Okay as of now I have finished chapter 3 of The Last Olympian and, OH MAN STUFF'S GOING DOWN.

So first off, I still find it EMBARRASSING how little Camp Halfblood does in terms of war. It's good that they started running missions but they STILL aren't a real army!

They lack a solid command structure,. They lack enough real allies (I guess the gods count as allies technically but like- it's not like they BEHAVE like allies. I mean Kronos' allies are in active communication with him to coordinate and strategize, so far it just seems tho gods are doing their own separate stuff in terms of fighting)

So far their whole strategy feels like the good old soviet approach of "throw men at the enemy and see what runs out first. Our soldiers or our enemies ammo".

EXCEPT FOR THE FACT THAT CAMP HALFBLOOD DOES NOT HAVE THE NUMBERS FOR THIS STRATEGY AND THE ENEMY WON'T EVER RUN OUT OF AMMO.

Like how have none of these people properly militarized yet!? Why are they running single man missions instead of acting as a closed force!? Why are they FIGHTING OVER LOOT INSTEAD OF PLANNING?

I will give the "why are kids planning a war" thing a pass because, well, kids book and kids wanna see themselves. BUT WHY DIDN'T CHIRON STEP IN WHEN THEY FAUGHT!?

Clarisse just dipped! And with her the entier Ares cabin! And idk if you noticed but those Ares kids LOVE fighting- so for them to just decide to sit this one out? Yeah whatever that reason is it must be GOOD. (Also very based for Clarisse. I mande it more than clear that I do not like CHB, the more people are done with it the better)

Am I the only one realizing how BAD that is!? For your main fighting force to be so divided that entier GROUPS just decide to sit it out because the rest fucked up and no one addressed the problem!?

And how come that these cabins STILL ACT MORE LOYAL INWARDS THAN TO THE ARMY!? THAT'S BAD TOO YK.

I swear if you don't wanna do the whole "united front" thing ATLEAST INTRODUCE PROPER MILITARY STRUCTURE.

You guys I am genuinly worried about CHB right now. As I see it they were already massivley underequippe to deal with Luke. Much less with KRONOS.

I mean sure they have Percy, but like- he's ONE GUY. He ain't gonna be enough to believably deal with and defeat the entier army!

Honestly at this point the only way I can see Kronos being defeated is him falling down a flight of stairs and accidentaly impaling himself on his own scythe 💀

Also on anothernote, I finally found out the entierty of that prophecy and that Percy's apperantly going to die..... and well, I feel nothing.

Like genuinly nothing.

I do not care wether he lives or dies.

I mean, I'd still PREFER it if Percy wouldn't cosplay a martyr and end up with Uncle Hades but like- even if he does it wouldn't be the worst for me.

To be quite honest I find Percy a bit boring compared to the other characters at this point. He feels to have very little to no actual conflict when next to the other characters.

Like, what sort of conflicts does Percy have?

-Shitty Dad/Parental Issues? He has a locing mom, Poseidon is one of the better Dads in terms of Gods. Gabe was a dick no doubt, but he's been taken care off for ages now and doesn't rly affect Percy much anyway. And we don#t even have the "I got no dad 😢" plotline with Percy either 'cause he as Paul now to fill that role!

-Struggling with his ADHD and dyslexia? Both had little no no impact on the story like, at all. Often times it feels like they aren't even there to beginn with.

-Luke betraying him? He immideatly switched to full on hate and enemy mentality with Luke. He doesn't struggle with the guy suddenly being evil or fighting him. Neither dies he still believe in the good in Luke like Annabeth.

-His fatal flaw? I already made a seperate post on why I don#t really like that one.

Those are the main ones comming to mind BESIDES the prophecy introduced this book. But ngl? I already lost intrest in Percy in favor of Luke. I don't REALLY care anymore.

I guess we also have the plotline with Annabeth where it's very obviously heading for a romance. But I also couldn't care less about Percabeth as a ship. At most they mildly annoy me due to the fandom shoving it down my throat whever I dabble my toes in it.

Like, yeah Percy started out cool but now? I'd rather know more about Luke, Thalia and Annabeth. I wanna know more about Clarisse. I want to know more of the innerworkings of the camp.

Percy just became a sort of, meh factor to me.

I am HOPING that it get's better though since it would be SUCH a waste if I really stayed apathetic to the main character. There are hopes with Percy in his fight with Kronos noting that it's hard for him to kill Luke/Kronos in Luke's body.

As always I ask to mark any spoilers in your rebolgs or replies should you make them, thank you very much ^^

[historia-vitae-magistras]

Hi, I hope you don't mind me asking but why did Zee hate being a nurse? Well, other than her being forced into the role

I don't think she hated it at first. She loved being a professional in a crisp uniform with real rank and authority all her own on the virtue of her education and experience. It's a far cry from being permitted to do more or less whatever she likes because her father is a man with rank and authority. She likes the puzzle of diagnosis, the riddle of keeping people alive, and the profound speed with which medicine advances thrills her. But even as young as she is by the standards of her own kind, she still gets a bit restless. And it's in those times that just how unfuckingfair everything hits her.

When Jack's bored, he can pick up anything he pleases. Natural history, biology, paleontology, leather tanning, winemaking. If he's tired of the city, he can just up and fuck off into the interior to be a stock hand If he wants. No one will stop him. And to a certain extent, she can too if she really wants, but it's just so much harder and riskier. What she is does give her a certain amount of protection, but it's still a hard thing to pull off. So she switches jobs, visits her father or a brother or friends or throws on trousers, and leaves gender behind entirely. But life is still so often a choice between harrowing or stifling.

Patients love her; she's an excellent nurse. She's funny, a bit naughty, and always partial to her own. She can give as much as she gets when speech becomes sparing. She continued in pediatric and community nursing over time, but I think she got heartily sick of nursing during WWI. She climbed the cliffs of Gallipoli half out of spite but still took the hill of Chanuk Bair. She left her gender behind and smashed her brains in with rocks like any other half-starved body on the trench line. She did her part to cut that hill from Turkish hands at bayonet point. She showed a talent and a propensity for violence no one wants to believe exists in pretty young women. The only real victory Gallipoli saw was hers, brought to heel by her brutality. But then the British lost the captured ground almost instantly, and it was for nothing.

She slides back into nursing not long after as Churchill's foolishness finally comes to a close, and she spends the rest of 1916 trying to preserve whatever decency, whatever sanity remains to her and Jack. And that's almost harder for her to do as a nurse, witnessing death after disease after devastating injury, one after another after another. She wanders around as she likes from unit to unit, corset or helmet on and off, but often feels guilty when it's not in a corset because nurses are in much higher demand than any grunt with a rifle. Sometimes, she just can't stand the sight of another broken body. But she does kind of redeem nursing for herself by mid-1917 when the British army commands that dominion nurses can't be trained as anesthesiologists, and she only mentions Canada and Australia. I always think of that as a sly little move on Arthur's part because it puts Zee on a pay and rank basis equal to doctors for the first time and that her forceful personality can go to some real reforming use for the first time in a while.

So yeah, too long didn't read: it's not that she hated nursing so much as she hates misogyny and the front-row seat to senseless violence it granted her.

[brekkersource]

how to use beta + trim reblogs

so! we all know about beta editor by now. for better or for worse, a lot of us are using tumblr's new beta editor, and it's likely that everyone will have no choice but to use it soon. this unfortunately means a lot of us can't use the new xkit to trim our roleplay posts. there have been a lot of posts explaining this and the benefits of xkit rewritten; this one, this one, and this one especially helped me understand what's going on. however, a lot of people still seem to be floundering around in the dark so i wanted to make a tutorial that sums up everything i've learned from other tutorials as well as my own trial and error.

if you want a step by step guide to trimming reblogs (with screenshots) as well as a brief overview of beta editor's pros and cons, keep reading.

the first step, obviously, is to switch to beta editor and install xkit rewritten. the posts linked above explain how and why so i won't go into detail here. trim reblogs is the new version of edit reblogs, and it looks like this. one of the best features is that you can use it even after posting your reply, so if something glitches or you forget to trim, you still have a chance to fix it.

once you have them, there are two different ways i've seen people use xkit rewritten to trim their posts.

1. seperate reblogs

this is, in my opinion, the best and easiest way to go about this. mun 1 makes a post, mun 2 reblogs it, and then mun 1 uses xkit rewritten to trim their original post from the thread.

however, this only works if the original post was made in beta. if you try to trim a post that was made in legacy, you get get a warning, and if you go ahead with it, it's going to glitch somehow. in my testing, my reply duplicated! which is very annoying. and despite what the warning says, repeating the trim usually does not last—even if it seems like it does at first.

2. (probably) copy and paste

this is more visually reminsicent of editable reblogs from new xkit. there might be an easier way to do this that i don't know about—if so, please let me know. the name kind of explains it all; a mun will copy and paste their partner's reply, indent it, and write their own below. then, obviously, they'll have to trim all the past reblogs of the post. this is especially good for people who like doing pretty headers or editing their partner's url to look pretty, you know what i'm talking about.

there is a glitch i have run into on my own blog a few times that i was unable to duplicate, so i've just taken a screenshot of my own blog with most of the information blanked out. if only one person if using beta, trim reblogs will still sometimes glitch and duplicate. i trimmed my reblog multiple times but every time i reloaded, my duplicated reply was back. please, please communicate with your partners. i know it's annoying and awkward but it will save everyone so much frustration. especially if you're clinging to legacy, please let your partners know so they can adjust accordingly—or consider switching to beta, even if just for that thread.

but beta is not all bad i promise

i know how frustrating this all is (i fully refused to do drafts for a few days once beta really started kicking in and new xkit stopped working for me), but i am slowly coming around to it.

tags are editable now! i cannot explain the joy i experienced when i first realized this. no more typing up a long, rambling tag only to notice a typo as soon as you've hit return. you can edit tags at any point—even when going back and editing an old post! does this mean that i have accidentally started editing a tag when i meant to move it? yes but it's worth it.

making the text small is so much easier now. no more going into html or command+option+shift! instead, it's available as an option right in between the italic and link buttons when you highlight text.

you can now edit the size and type of text very easily! this did confuse me at first when i couldn't find the indent button, but it's now in a toggle list; if you click on the regular tab when text is highlighted, there are a ton of options including indent, chat, lucille (whatever that means), bigger/biggest, and more.

however, it's not all great. but it's tumblr, what did we expect.

the most frustrating thing for me personally is that you can no longer copy and past an image link into your reply, or else the image url will be tagged on underneath it. it looks funky and isn't great if you don't want to download a million gifs. while i've just been downloading/dragging the gifs i want to use to desktop and uploading them to my reply, it's annoying to have to clean up my desktop and empty my computer's trash so i'm not wasting storage space. additionally, this does not work if the gifset is in a post rather than a page; the only option there is to copy and paste and simply put up with the image url. clicking "add image" and then pasting the image or dragging the gif from the page/post's tab into the tumblr tab and onto your reply still results in a url. if anyone has figured out a workaround for any of this please let me know; otherwise, i think we should all just agree to ignore the url if it shows up. update: thank you sm to anon for informing me of @rpclefairy's roleplay formatter! if you put the gif in their formatter, copy the source, and paste that into the post when it's in html mode, not rich text mode, the link is gone! and thanks to tumblr realizing this was annoying, if you click the little link icon that appears when you hover over an image, delete the url, and hit done so it saves, the url will be gone!

formatting is......weird now. if you make your paragraph text small and then decide to add another sentence, the new text won't be small. you'll have to edit it again. text that has been formatted (small, italic, bold, etc) will be highlighted in a very strange way when the cursor is in the formatted section. as far as i've been able to figure out, even after poking around a bit in the html, there's no way to change any of this. not to sound like a broken record here, but if you've found a way to change any of this, please let me know. otherwise i think we just have to put up with this bullshit.

there's always a chance that these things will be fixed; it is still just a beta system after all. for now, i think the best thing the community can do is communicate with partners, ask questions, and just accept that there's gonna be some weird shit going on and we're all doing our best.

if any of this changes i will update this post, but in the meantime, pls share if this helped or you want to share the word. and for the last time, if i've gotten anything wrong, just let me know and i'll update.

[zzzykiek]

Play It Sweet

2P!Alastor x Fem!OC reader

CW: toxic workplace, creepy boss, talk of past violence, serial killers

This chapter is SFW but I'll still ask Minors DNI

Chpt 6_________________ “Ugh…Susan”

That lunch break was just what you needed and you return refreshed and ready to show Al how things work on the back end. Even Al lets his act drop, willing to relax enough to show his adorable stutter.

Returning to your office you do a quick check of your messages letting Al relax for a moment. “What do I g-get to observe first?” His question is barely a whisper in your ear. “S-s-sorry.” He whimpers when the unexpected proximity causes you to startle.

He leans into your touch as you caress his cheek. “I suppose I will give you the typical new patron rundown I do. That will give you the basics for everything and then we can dive into what peaks your interest.” Al reluctantly backs away from your touch and ushers you to lead the way.

You take him to the library's catalog computer. “This is the brain of the library.”

“No d-dear, that would be you.”

You giggle at Al's comment feeling your cheeks heat up. “Sadly, I am not always available, but this is.”

“Hmm, I will always prefer getting my information straight from the source, but enlighten me.” He leans his chin on your shoulder, watching as you access the catalog.

“You can search for anything you're interested in using: subject, title, or author. What do you want to find?”

“Hmm…” You see Al’s eyes flick to something on the other side of the kiosk and then back to the screen. “What if I was interested in….say…. serial killers?”

You give him an intrigued look. “True events or stories featuring them?”

“Real events, my dear.”

“Oh perfect! This will let me show you how to navigate our nonfiction collection. It is a bit more complicated than looking for a novel.” Pointing to the information on the screen, you continue, “This selection of numbers is the Dewey Decimal number, which is how the nonfiction books are arranged, and this number indicates the aisle where the item can be found. I added that detail when I started here to make things easier. Saves so much frustration. Is there a particular killer you're interested in?”

“I do enjoy the stories of those that were never identified. Makes it a bit more dangerous.”

“I will add unsolved to our search, and it looks like we have three items available; two books and one archive item.” You click on the archive item and are about to explain what it is when you hear the worst sound in the library.

“Ehhhh hhehehem.” A scratchy voice clears their throat.

“Ugh….Susan.” You whisper under your breath before switching to a cheery customer service attitude, feeling Al stifling a chuckle as you step out from under his chin. “Susan! How can I be of service today?”

“I am not so sure I approve of the topic you are leading this impressionable young man to.” Her eyes scan Al with a scowl.

You hear Al snort and say in your ear, “I’m not as young as everyone thinks.”

“I am simply providing a reader's advisory, leading him to what he has requested.”

“Why does the collection even have items on such a morbid topic?” The pointed look she gives indicates she puts all the blame on you.

“For readers like me that enjoy the mystery and danger of humanity.” Al is obviously turning up the charm. (I need to remember to ask if his voice is part of his powers.)

“Humph, shouldn’t be accessible to the public. Keep it at the police station.” She folds her arms and straightens up, obviously trying to command power in the conversation even though Al towers over her by a good two feet.

Bending at the waist, Al lets her have a sense of power. “An interesting perspective. I will let you know, I am looking for just that. I will be here doing interviews for community members on Thursday. I will be happy to schedule you a slot for you to speak your voice.”

Her demeanor immediately changes as she lays a hand on Al’s arm causing his body to stiffen. “Ohhhh, well I would be happy to!”

Quickly sidestepping from the touch, he returns to the computer. “Wonderful! I am sure it will be most enlightening! Now, Sunnifa was just about to explain the archived items to me, and these are details I must hear. It was wonderful to meet you Susan and I will see you on Thursday.” Al turns back to the screen, slotting back onto your shoulder as you give a dismissive nod toward Susan who begrudgingly returns to her place in the reading lounge.

You tap the mouse and bring the screen back to life. “Archived items are things that are not published books; they could include field notebooks, artifacts like bones or antiques, and newspapers which is what this particular item is. A collection from the late 1920s. Oh! They are from New Orleans!”

“Oh really, I would love to check those out.” He winks at you, and your eyes go from the screen to him and back as you piece together some comments from your hours of random conversation before realization smacks you in the face. You mouth to him, ‘Is that about you?’ He nods with a mischievous glint in his eye. You know you have a funny look on your face as you do some math in your head. “A decade old….” You say in a breath.

Al leans down and whispers. “T-t-told you I am not as young as p-people think.” You just laugh.

“Well these items are kept in the archive offices on the third and fourth floors. Usually patrons will put in a request for the item using the catalog and a staff member brings it to the desk for viewing, but we didn’t include the archives on our tour, so I will show you while we retrieve this. These are labeled 3.0167, so third floor, aisle one, sixth column, and seventh shelf.” You write down the location code and the call numbers for the other two books. “I also know our database has an article on the same killer featured in the newspapers. I will pull that up for you from the reference computer in a bit. It was written by someone I think you know.” Your turn to flash him a mischievous grin.

“Oh! Well, paint me intrigued. I will follow you.” You begin moving toward the elevator.

“Actually, would you mind if we took the stairs?” You catch a small tremor in Al’s form.

“No problem at all.” Al holds the stairwell door open for you. As you enter, he looks around for a moment before popping back to his demon looks.

“N-n-needed a b-bit of a break.” He summons his microphone staff and uses it to assist him in climbing the stairs, holding your hand tightly the whole way. He is shaking some, and you gently pull him to pause at the second floor landing. You meet his eyes and plant a comforting kiss on his lips which he melts into.

“Keeping up your disguise takes a lot of power doesn't it?” You gently run your finger through his hair as he relaxes the shaking stops.

“Not an insane amount, but even holding something light begins to feel heavy after a while.”

“I will make sure you get a few more breaks tomorrow.”

“Hmm.” He pulls you in against his chest and nuzzles into your hair. “Th-th-thank you, me amour.” Even he startles himself with that slip of the tongue as he clears his throat. “We better make our way up.” He snaps back into a human appearance and heads up the steps two at a time, holding the door for you on the third floor.

You beeline for the shelf, knowing exactly where it is, ascending the small ladder. You feel Al take hold of it at the bottom. You remove the box from its spot, placing it on a small platform attached to the ladder. “Crank the little handle to your left and the box will come down.” He looks at the crank, but waits for your feet to be on the ground before following your directions. Al picks up the box smirking at the highlight of the top issue. ‘New Orleans Butcher Strikes Again!’ It’s paired with a photo of the victim and a blurred out render of the crime scene. “His body count was higher than mine ever was.” Al’s grip on the box tightens and you can feel the rage emanating from him.

With a knowing smile you interrupt his spiraling thoughts. “Can't wait to hear your side of these stories.” The shocked look on Al’s face is truly adorable.

“Really?”

“Most definitely!”

Al laughs heartily. “I shouldn't be surprised at this point.”

The remainder of the afternoon is rather routine. Al wanders around observing the daily happenings of the library while you complete your normal daily tasks. Making sure to print that article for Al to see later.

Before you know it, three-thirty rolls around and Heather comes into your office with Al. It seems they have been chatting for a bit. “Sunnifa, It's about time you're let out from this prison to enjoy your evening!”

“I would never consider this place a prison Heather.” You laugh until you hear heavy steps in the hall.

“Cliff, you're late!” Heather turns with a hand on her hip.

“I was dealing with a patron’s concern, my apologies. Seems our new friend made an odd impression on Mrs. Susan.” Cliff tries to stifle his distaste at seeing Al’s hand on your shoulder.

“Ahh, yes, I plan to interview her on Thursday.” Al lets a bit of concern slip into his voice.

“I recommend you smile, nod, and take notes. She isn't impressed with you...at all.”

Heather picks up on Al’s concern, waving a hand in dismissal. “Oh don’t fuss over her. If she wants to complain, I will take it and then toss it in our fireplace.”

“She always complains. We are used to it at this point.” You add, placing your hand over his on your shoulder.

“I would have never known!” Al laughs, put at ease by your touch.

Heather squeezes his arm affectionately. “Well Al, did you observe all you needed to?”

“Oh I could spend days gathering information! It is a library after all.” The comment has Cliff rolling his eyes and putting Heather and yourself into a giggle fit. “But in all seriousness, I am sure there is so much I could learn here, though I have gathered plenty to get my gears turning. I plan to get my questions and some scripts prepared this evening.”

“Wonderful, we will have some things to go over with the board tomorrow.” Cliff huffs.

“For now you two head out and enjoy some time together.” Heather leans over to Al. “Still going to take her to the place I recommended dear?”

“How can I not; your hype makes it a necessity!” He twirls Heather around and flashes you a big smile. “Besides, you did say Sunnifa deserves to be treated well; I pride myself on being nothing but a gentleman.” Al plants a kiss on your hand just like he did the day before. “Are you off the clock now dear?” You glance at the clock to see it is five minutes after four.

“That I am, Al.”

“Good, I have been dying for this all day.” He plants a chaste kiss on your lips, and you can practically feel the anger radiating from Cliff.

“Ohhhh!!! Al, you cheeky thing; you said you weren't an item!” Heather coos.

“Technically we are not, but I planned to change that this evening. What do you say my sunshine, can this be our first date?”

Your mind is racing, but as you look into Al's eyes, there's only one answer to his question. You nod as a smile spreads across your face. Heather has both your and Al’s bags in her hand and is standing between you and Cliff.

“You two get going and I want to hear all about it in the morning.” She rushes you out the back door as she whispers. “I'll handle the man, baby.” Al absolutely explodes with laughter as he picks you up and carries you to the car.

“So what is this place that Heather wants you to take me to?” Out of the corner of your eye, you watch Al’s blue ears bob as he hums along to the music from your radio. (No one can really see him in the car) He fishes out a piece of paper from his pocket and places it in your line of sight. Your eyes go wide. “Now I know why Heather told you to take me there!”

“Because it's your favorite!” His smile is so wide and so proud you can't help but mirror it.

“Aren't you from Hell?”

“D-d-did that not register after this m-m-morning?” He taps his finger on your wrist.

“And yet you keep making me feel like I'm in Heaven.” There's that purple glow again. You giggle at his flustered state. “Well you are adorable as Hell, so I guess I will believe you.”

Now Al is a babbling mess next to you, though his voice isn't loud enough for you to make out any of what he is saying. “You're only giving me more proof.” You flash him a grin and entangle your fingers in his, causing him to relax some, going back to his humming. You begin singing along, not catching Al’s stare from the passenger seat.

When the song ends, his wistful voice comments, “You have the voice of an angel, so maybe it's you who the Heavens sent me.”

You just look at him, giggling, and let him take his victory. “We will be there soon. Time to human up again.”

[eyelessfog]

I ALWAYS WANNA HEAR ABOUT YURI !! tell me of the siren au

Okay so i did a silly thing and tried to write this the first time when my phone was on 1% and you'll never believe it, but it died. :(

The meeting

After that:

It's weeks before Cleo returns

It's a burning curiosity they can't help. They know stories of sirens. Know that they don't let caught prey go. The idea of it turns in their head for nights on end. They want answers

Under cover of night, Cleo steals one of Joey's boats and rows off towards the Siren's Sea

It's unlikely that they'll find anything, really. It was a chance encounter, and the chance has long since passed. Besides. The chance of something they don't want to meet coming to kill them is far more likely than anything with answers is.

This was a bad idea

Cleo picks up her oar to row away, and immediately hits something with the paddle. From over the side of the boat, the same blue face, blue eyes, pink hair, peeks at her

"Oh," Cleo says. "Hello."

And then, out of habit: "I'm Cleo."

The siren pulls herself a little further out of the boat and grins.

Meetups happen only every couple weeks. When Joey is exhausted and they aren't out on an adventure, and no one is around to see, Cleo will take a boat out and meet the siren.

She doesn't talk, but she understands, clearly. She nods, and laughs a hissy sound when the situation calls for it, and though they're not talking, they're interacting, and Cleo finds they quite like it

It's probably about... The fourth or fifth meeting that the siren beckons Cleo closer and requests that they offer their ear

The siren immediately pulls them off the boat

of course

Cleo pulls to the surface and gasps for air, and then feels a tug on their foot. That's the only warning to breathe in deep before they're tugged underneath again, and they squint past the salt water between the siren and them.

"Hello," the siren says, voice clear and amused. "I'm Lizzie."

Cleo freezes for a moment, until Lizzie slowly lifts her to the surface, easily keeping Cleo's head afloat.

"Lizzie?" Cleo asks. Lizzie smiles and nods. "Well," Cleo says, a little lost for words. "It's nice to meet you, Lizzie."

Lizzie mimes taking a deep breath in, and Cleo copies. They dunk under the water, and Lizzie says, brightly, "it's nice to meet you too!"

It keeps going like this. Cleo starts storing towels on the boat, starts wearing lighter clothes, starts bringing a rope ladder

Switching between being above and below water to talk becomes habit. Lizzie starts climbing entirely into the ship. Cleo starts seeing how long they can hold their breath. They're trying to adapt to the other in a world they're not made for

At some point, Cleo starts teaching Lizzie sign language. They keep telling stories, just talking about anything and everything, but they're learning how to make communicating easier at the same time

Lizzie starts bringing little trinkets to their meetups. Cleo brings their own in turn

Nights turn to sunrises. Days turn to sunsets.

On a particularly purple sunset, Lizzie pulls Cleo into the water with a care that they've been practicing. They sink down, below, and Lizzie leans in, Cleo meeting her halfway.

It's not their last kiss.

They aren't sure how to describe what it is that's happening between them. Dating, maybe. Love, of course. What they have now is enough, though - Sharp teeth against lips, against skin, against tongue. Stitched hands in hair, caressing scales, pinning against wood.

(Lizzie brings a fruit, one day. Blue, round, a tough outer skin that Lizzie peels off for her. A sweet and tangy inside that runs juice down her mouth when she bites into it. Lizzie pulls her into the water and tells her, "breathe." Cleo inhales, and her lungs expand, and she's fine, and she isn't choking or dying or anything. Lizzie leads her down, down, to the sea floor, and commands: "Sleep.")

(Head resting against Lizzie's chest, her arms wrapped around their waist, tail acting as a blanket over their legs, Cleo can't even imagine saying no.)

It's probably about a year. A year and a half, even, when Cleo rows to their meeting spot and finds nothing. They wait, hours on end, and Lizzie isn't there

Again, the next day

Again, the next

Again

Lizzie?

Two weeks later, a siren comes up to talk to her

The face that climbs onto her boat and pulls her in is green, snarling, angry, sharp.

It isn't Lizzie.

"What have you done with her?" the siren growls. "With Lizzie. What have you done?"

Ah, Cleo thinks. Oh no.

[transingthoseformers]

Star Saber is an incredibly friendly, well-behaved angel of a baby that is so small that he fits in Rumble's two hands. Starscream takes him everywhere, and this has affected certain dynamics.

Nobody can raise their voice when Star Saber is around because one hint of a whimper and Starscream is ripping plating. A lesson that Motormaster learned the hard way. Star Saber imitates the adults around him and is clearly very interested in everything going on and despite his size very clearly not a newborn. Hook guestimates he was born just under six months ago. Given his paint nanite development Hook guesses he was "overcooked". Kept from emerging for an extended time which led to more developed frame and partial code transfer more advanced than normal.

Star Saber attends command meetings and pays attention when someone is talking and since Starscream takes notes a small baby size pad with appropriate writing tools appeared as well. Star Saber will look at Starscream and when he does it doodle on his own pad.

They have more than once been forced to endure Starscream being soft and baby talking and then switching on a dime to vicious sneering.

When Starscream is presenting with Star Saber never from his arms, he pauses every few slides to allow Star Saber to happily babble at the room his own presentation.

Ratbat, previously the youngest member of the crew before the Stunticons, and the Stubticons minus Motormaster are a little fascinated with Star Saber. Ratbat, Breakdown, and Drag Strip team up and rob a Babies R Us and several toy stores before presenting these things to Starscream and the baby. For their troubles Starscream allows Ratbat cuddling time and Breakdown supervised holding, Drag Strip almost dropped Star Saber so he is banned but can watch him with Breakdown.

This infuriates Skywarp who had proclaimed dibs and so he and Thundercracker one up this and use a drop off the Cybertron to go raid the remains of old Mansions in Iacon for rich people ancestral baby things of fine quality and present their more Cybertronian appropriate findings.

Thus starts the baby holding competition.

Megatron doesn't participate, but whenever Soundwave is permitted to watch him, he always hovers nearby and looks at Star Saber, who always notices and happy babbles "My-Me" (his attempt at Starscream's Mighty Megatron) at him. He occasionally wiggles fingers and smiles. Once Soundwave has enough of Megatron constantly pretending disinterest and simply plops him in his lap and Megatron freezes unsure and Star Saber happily pulls himself up Megatron's body to make kissy faces as he has been seeing Skywarp do to Thundercracker when he's "grumpy". Megatron has a baby fall asleep on him and doesn't move an inch until he is removed.

Megatron refuses to admit he likes the baby but this is the smoothest his and Starscream's relationship has been in years and he does compliment him which makes Starscream preen and will snap at people about Star Saber being a Decepticon as much as his progenitor.

All Decepticons have simultaneously gotten their communal care taking senses activated. Because there is no 1 baby.

Once the kibble has gotten more developed and they notice his eyes settling on a color no one can deny it anymore. Especially not when during a conference call Shockwave bluntly points it out. The baby has blue optics and no in built weaponry it is rather obvious he has Autobot ancestry.

Starscream says that Star Saber is his baby and to get back on topic.

The blue color does not fade and Star Saber does have a certain roundness and tininess to his frame they can't deny and he definitely didn't get his personality from Starscream.

So...which one was it?

Awwww yes.

Tiny

He is just such a tiny and polite sparkling. If you were going on personality alone you'd never expect him to be Starscream's child.

oh Motormaster learned a damn lesson that day, damnnn

hmmm, Starscream, hmmm. Interesting, interesting.

Omg aww yes the doodle pad

Minus Motormaster

MM isn't taking any risks this time lol (I wouldn't be surprised if he's afraid of Star Saber if just for who the sparkling's carrier is and what he's learned)

The true reason Toys-R-Us went out of business /jk

Zdfyfdf ah yes, Star Saber gets both human toys and cybertronian toys!!

aWW YES MEGS STAR SABER SOUNDWAVE YES YESSS

That's adorable. Yes. "My-Me" is an adorable as hell caretaker, yes yes this.

I fucking knew it was an autobot

I knewwwww that Starscream got knocked up by a bot

I'd blame Optimus, if not for the detail about roundness and small stature.

So, my next best suspect is Bumblebee.

[akehoshimystar]

Chapter 6

We had met up with Shinkai-san and ridden the car for several minutes. About 20 minutes after Mika-san’s arrival, we arrived near the scene.

Shizuka: Basically, the rules are the same as always. "Don't make the first move." "Don't break anything except the other person's heart." "Don't leave any evidence."

Soyogu: Oh. It’s fine as long as I don’t break anything, right?

Shinobu: That is preferable~

Ito: (They're talking about breaking stuff again...)

As the two of them exchanged their opinions, Fushimi-san handed them a small accessory. He handed me the same thing.

Shizuka: Put it on.

Ito: Allow me.

(This can't be normal ear cuff. An earphone?)

Shizuka: GPS-equipped bone conduction earphones and microphone.

Ito: ! Bone conduction...

Shinobu: Normal ones will just fly away somewhere while you're moving.

Soyogu: That’s because your movements are sloppy. Fasten it with your ear properly.

Shinobu: I think it's all set now.

Shizuka: No, it isn’t, idiots. Are you going to rip your ears off every time you charge it?

Ito: (The conversations in this department are full of scary vocabulary.)

Shizuka: Communication confirmed. Mika, say something.

Takeru: [Hello, this is Mika. Sound check, no problem.]

Soyogu: Ah, ah, Shinkai. I heard you loud and clear.

Shinobu: Aizawa, okay. Aiueokakikukeko…. Yashiro-san, it’s your turn now.

Ito: Ah... This is Yashiro. I can hear everyone clearly.

Shizuka: As I briefly explained on the way here, I spoke with the client and we decided that "rescuing" should be top priority, so I'll go with a simple, rough, brute force approach.

The computer screen pointed towards us displayed a map of the area around our current location.

Ito: (...The reticle shows our current location, and the red number is probably the GPS on the earphones. What is this green square?)

Fushimi-san tapped the green square around Tohru-san’s apartment. A window opened at the bottom left of the screen and showed a video of the entrance.

Ito: (Hidden camera...!)

Shizuka: First, Aizawa will face these guys around the entrance and get them as far away from the apartment as possible

Shinobu: Roger that.

Shizuka: Once there’s an opening, Mika and Tohru-san will leave the apartment from the bicycle parking lot exit. Take this route to point A.

Takeru: [Consider it done.]

After the yellow line reached the point A, Fushimi-san tapped the screen again, and the video switches to a view from a higher vantage point. A minivan was displayed at the edge of the screen.

Shizuka: That’s the car. Shinkai will go over there and open the door to let Maro out.

I'll be waiting nearby and take care of it and come back here.

Ito: Eh?

Shizuka: What is it? Mind repeating?

Ito: ………………It's nothing. Sorry, please continue.

Soyogu & Shinobu: …….

Shizuka: Yashiro will do the driving, and we will immediately depart for either point B or point C depending on the situation at the time.

After taking care of those thugs, Shinkai will go to B and Aizawa to C, we will meet up with either of you. After we retrieve both of them, we'll all meet up at A. The operation will be over once Tohru-san reaches the hotel.

I'll give instructions while checking everyone's situation until halfway through, but I won't be able to cover the few minutes it takes for me to get out of the car and come back.

Acting on your own like usual is strictly prohibited. Or should I say, don't ever do it.

Soyogu: You heard that, Shinobu?

Shinobu: You’re one to talk, Gucchi.

Takeru: [It's both of you actually.]

Shizuka: Every single one of you.

That's all for now. Any questions?

Ito: ……

Shinobu: Our leader is Fushimi Shizuka-san, he's like the commander of the Watchdog Dept.

Shinobu: On the very day, Shizuka-san will support you with his instructions, so it's a pretty safe role, you can rest assured.

The words I heard from Aizawa-kun on the first day have been floating around in my head ever since.

Ito: (It may be a special operation with my presence here, but the role of each person hasn't changed much from the original plan. The only thing that has changed is...)

......Excuse me, can I say something?

Shizuka: Go ahead.

Ito: The reason why Fushumi-san took over my role as a carrier is... by process of elimination, correct?

Shinobu: !

Shizuka: Well, yes.

We didn't have a proper meeting, not to mention, this is the first time you work together with the Watchdog Dept. and you already got yourself involved in dangerous situation.

Under these conditions, I couldn't come up with a plan to use Yashiro as a carrier and guarantee a safe and successful outcome.

Ito: (.….I guessed as much.)

……… What if…..

What if I say that I’m fine with having no safety guarantee.

Shizuka: Pardon?

Takeru: [Hey...Are you sure...?]

I know. I know I'm talking to these people right now. And I know I’ve just said something crazy and difficult for them to accept. Fushimi-san sighed in exasperation, and just before he was about to say something, I ventured to continue.

Ito: I heard that Fushimi-san is the commander of the Watchdog Department.

Shizuka: ………………And?

Ito: Instead of taking action, you see the whole picture and grasp the situation before giving appropriate instructions.

Exactly because it's a special operation with insufficient discussion, your presence is more valuable than usual.

Especially if it leads to everyone's safety and security.

Shinobu: ……..

Ito: Sorry if what I said is irrelevant.

Soyogu: So, rather than having Shizuka-san move, you’d rather take his place?

Ito: …..The bottom line is that you don’t need to take my safety into account.

I didn’t say that I’ll do it.

The only person who gets to decide what to do is you, Fushimi-san.

Shizuka: …………I haven't heard the details, but didn’t you have a scary experience when you were working with Administrative Dept. the other day?

Ito: Scary experience... Ah. No, it’s just a misunderstanding.

(I guess he’s talking about when I was chased by Shigeta-san?)

Shizuka: Isn’t that a hindsight? Not sure if I should say this, but is there any reason for you, a helper, to go to such lengths?

Ito: .….My job is to support anything that leads to the success of requests.

If being protected lowers the success rate of requests, then it's no different from putting the cart before the horse. There would be no point in doing my job as a deputy.

Also, if Roka-san was in my position now, I feel like he would make the same suggestion.

Shizuka: ………..

Takeru: [......Ito.]

Shizuka: ………….

Ito: Of course, I’m well aware that my abilities and conditions are completely different from those of Roka-san!

Obviously, there’s a chance that the situation will go south if I go instead of Fushimi-san. If you think that’s the case, I'll focus on the driving.

Soyogu & Shinobu: ………….

Ito: (……There I said it……)

Shizuka: ……………….I don't think the situation will be worse if you go out. But there’s a really high chance you'll get hurt, you know?

Ito: !

Then..... I'll do my best to make sure that the injuries are as minor as possible.

Shizuka: That’s what you gonna do, huh…...

Shizuka: Fine. Change the carrier.

Shinobu: !

Soyogu: Understood.

Takeru: [Haa... so it comes down to this.]

[Seriously, all I can say right now is “be careful”... I appreciate your help but don't do anything reckless, okay?]

I may not be able to see Mika-san’s face through the earphones. But I nodded slowly to respond to the warmth conveyed by his voice.

Ito: Thank you. I'll be cautious as much I can.

Shinobu: If you're in danger, please call for help immediately. Don't be shy and reserved!

Soyogu: It's rude to tell someone who's determined not to push themselves too hard. When that happens, we just have to cover for them.

Shinobu: Here we go again. The usual sly Gucchi.

Soyogu: What did you just say? Anyway, we’ve reached a conclusion now. Give us the command, Shizuka-san.

Shizuka: Before that, here.

Ito: ?

He handed me a pair of lensless glasses and a simple cap.

Shizuka: Hair tied back, cap and hood. A disguise set for your own comfort’s sake.

This may sound unpleasant, but these types of people change their behavior based on the gender of the person they're talking to.

Hide your traits as much as possible.

Ito: ...Yes. Thank you.

Shizuka: Well, there’s still a lot to say, but we don't have much time.

Commence the operation.

Chapter 7

[thebaffledcaptain]

For writing purposes, have you any anecdotes from battle reenactment, or references on the battle of Yorktown (1781)?

Oh that's a fun question… my first disclaimer is that I only started reenacting fairly recently, so I only have so many anecdotes. My second disclaimer is that I definitely know more about the British side of things than the Continental side, but luckily most of the military organization and conduct was virtually the same on both sides. My last is that I am no particular expert on Yorktown specifically—I've heard they've done huge reenactments there in the past but I have not been in the hobby long enough to have gone to one, unfortunately. However, what I would be happy to talk about are some historical details you could use in setting up your scene and kind of bringing it to life, most of which only occurred to me after experiencing them firsthand!

“The Fog of War”

Which is to say, powder smoke. Great white plumes of it, tearing from muskets on every volley, drifting across the field and saturating the air with the bitter smell of sulfur. I find myself holding my breath on every volley just so I won’t inhale a big lungful of it—at certain points it’s like marching through a cloud, and humid weather can exacerbate that even further, since it won’t dissipate. And it lingers. I remember standing up at the very top of the valley at Monmouth in the evening after the first day and you could still see that smoke blurring the horizon, hours later. We tend not to think so much about it as a modern audience, but it was a huge factor in these historical battles: you could write about how it obscures the visibility, how the smell lingers, the terrifying sight of an enemy battalion emerging from the smoke with bayonets fixed…

The Scale

Let’s be honest, reenactments don’t tend to be really massive events—some events are bigger than others but overall it’s a niche hobby and even our best turnouts are nowhere near the size of these battles in reality (my regiment requires a minimum of a mere 8 members to commit to an event for us to go…). Historically you’d be having somewhere between roughly 500–700 men per regiment, divided into ten companies. As a field musician, since it would have been my job, I’m always thinking about how it would have been to actually communicate with and maneuver a group that large with only a handful of drummers and fifers per company, especially with that many other companies on the field—it’s hard enough playing for 20 something reenactors across two units! And Yorktown was one of the biggest conflicts in the war, both literally (with regard to number of men involved) and figuratively, given how decisive it was; I can only imagine how much pressure it would have been on the commanding officers as they actually made those decisions for dozens or hundreds of men. Being on the battlefield is actually rather isolating, in a way—I’ll see certain regiments in camp and then never see them on the field because we’re in completely different places, so, you know, could make for some dramatic Character Worrying in the story if you're so inclined.

Last but not least, because I’m a little biased but still feel it’s important:

The Music (and other Sounds of War)

Being on a battlefield is loud! You’ve got men roaring as they head into a bayonet charge, drumbeats punctuating shouted orders, volleys firing, the shrill sound of another company’s fifes playing on the advance. When you've got artillery you can literally feel the shots reverberate through the ground beneath your feet, even across the field. Occasionally muskets don’t fire the first round, so they get double-loaded with gunpowder on the second—the 54th had this happen at my last event and when the shot went off it was so loud it temporarily deafened the two men closest to it. War is noisy. And of course I can’t not talk about the music—you could mention the musicians switching tunes to reflect a different maneuver, or mention listening across the field, hoping to hear the Cease Fire from the enemy. Fifes are loud instruments, designed to carry across these wide-open spaces, so often you’re hearing multiple companies’ musicians on top of each other (and even on top of that, some light infantry and dragoon companies were actually using bugles instead of fifes!). On bayonet charges we play the Reveille, on the advance we tend to do British Grenadiers. When men are aiming and firing there’s a different short drum beat for every command (make ready/present/fire). Obviously it’d be a bit much to write in every one of those instances, but it kind of puts it in context how frequently you’d be hearing music on the battlefield.

Anyway. If you can’t tell I love talking about reenacting. Thanks for letting me infodump to you and, though it’s not Yorktown-specific, I hope this maybe gives you some inspiration or some contextual material to work with while you’re writing!

[lifetimeshipper]

The Beauty and the Predacon

Chapter 19

~~~~~~~~~~

Just as Arcee had hoped for, the Autobots were able to predict the attack and trick Starscream and his armada to attack the wrong hangar. With that out of the way they now put their focus on tracking down the Nemesis to get their two comrades back.

"So the kid clipped the business end of Lazerbeak's transponder," Wheeljack says as he stands next to Smokescreen.

Bulkhead walks over and slaps Smokescreen on the back, "That was some good shooting, kid."

Fowler walks over to Raf who is busy typing on his laptop which is hooked up to the piece that was clipped from Lazerbeak, "We thought you might be the best one to provide an analysis. In Ratchet's absence."

"It's trying to communicate with the warship," Raf says as he continues typing and looking at the screen.

"How do you know?" Miko asks as she leans over and puts a hand on the table.

"It's telling us," Raf says as he points at the screen.

Jack leans in a bit to take a closer look at the screen, "Uh, Raf, that's Cybertronian code."

Miko walks over to stand next to Jack, "Wait, first Raf understands Bumblebee, now he reads Cybertronian? Are we sure he's not some kind of alien?"

"I've been learning for a while. In between stuff, when..." Raf looks down and takes a deep breath, "...Ratchet had time to teach me."

Jack and Miko walk over to him and Jack places his hands on his shoulders, "Raf, we'll bring him back. Along with Arcee."

"If it's the last thing we do," Miko added.

"If it's talking to its mama, can we triangulate the signal?" Fowler asks.

Ultra Magnus stops what he's doing and turns around to face him, "To a shielded warship?"

"Maybe if the transponder is still attached to Lazerbeak we can follow it," Smokescreen says as he walks over to Magnus with Wheeljack.

"Maybe we should give it wings," Wheeljack suggests.

"We can use spare parts from the machine shop," Raf says.

"Then let's do it. For the doc and Arcee."

They proceed to work on their plan, they have small hiccups here and there but they manage to get things operational. Once it's set and ready to go they go outside to set it off after the ship. "You sure we don't need to install a GPS on our scout here?" Fowler asks as he looks over at the device.

"Too risky, both sides are gettin' real good at rootin' out that kind of trick," Wheeljack responds.

"Besides, we don't need a tracker..." Smokescreen added.

"We have Optimus," Raf finished for him.

Wheeljack and Smokescreen step to the side as Optimus walks towards them, "But, won't the 'Cons see you coming, big guy?" Miko asks.

"Not until it's too late," Bulkhead replies.

"We'll be prepared for immediate mobilization upon your command, sir," Magnus tells Optimus.

"Good luck, Optimus."

"Be safe and bring them both home," Bumblebee added.

"Whatever the outcome, know that Ratchet and Arcee would be most proud of your contribution," Optimus tells them all and a small smile forms on Raf's and Jack's faces.

"Come on, kid. Let's light this thing," Wheeljack says as he kneels in front of Raf. Raf presses the switch on the controller and the thing takes off with Optimus taking off after it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After Arcee's rant about Starscream and his armada going off to attack the Autobots, Megatron had to work a bit harder to persuade Ratchet to help him. But in the end, he managed to get Ratchet to agree and he placed Ratchet in a lab under the supervision of Shockwave and Knock Out.

"Is Arcee really sparkmates with that Predacon?" Ratchet asks Shockwave as they walk into the lab.

"She is."

"How?"

"Predacons can mate and sparkbond just like we can, they're just a bit more primitive about it. I'm sure you noticed the bite mark on her neck."

"I did. It was him?"

"Yes. Predacons mark the ones they intend to mate with so no other can try to claim them. It was all because she was being nice to him, trying to earn his trust. She ended up getting more than his trust."

"I see..." He's still in disbelief that she actually sparkbonded and probably mated with a Predacon. He hopes she's alright. What did the Predacon do to her after they left the bridge? He has to figure out a way to get them both off the ship.

He pushes those thoughts to the side for the time being as he gets to work on the formula, he pours the liquid from one canister to another as Knock Out watches him. "Fetch me the quantum cyber measures."

"Hmpf. Do I look like hired help to you, Autobot?"

Shockwave walks up behind them, "Knock Out, attend to the needs of our esteemed guest."

Knock Out slouches over, "As you command," He says before he walks off to get what Ratchet wants.

Shockwave takes his place next to Ratchet and places some of the cyber matter down in front of the mech. Ratchet looks at it and carefully examines it, "So we know this cyber matter to be produced by an A-typical displacement reaction."

"Extensive empirical evidence indicates the fundamental instability within the synthen formulation to be the cause."

"Double-blind analysis?" Ratchet asks as he steps back and turns to look at the purple mech.

"Naturally, the results only confirmed my original hypothesis. Once the ironies variable has been corrected for, the stabilized Synthetic material will bind properly with cyber nucleic acid," Shockwave finishes as Knock Out walks over to them.

"And produce a stable form of cyber matter," Ratchet says as he runs the information through his processor, "Remarkable."

"Yes, quite an act of providence."

"And to think that had we not let you destroy the beasts, none of this would be possible," Knock Out says as he hands Ratchet the quantum cyber measures.

"Let?" Ratchet asks as he takes the device from him.

Knock Out's optics widen slightly as he looks over at Shockwave, "What I meant to say was... those specimens you requested earlier aren't going to prepare themselves. Are they?" Knock Out backs away from the pair, mostly from Shockwave.

Shockwave takes a step towards Ratchet and places a servo on his shoulder, "There is much to do and little time, doctor. Shall we get back to work?" He turns Ratchet towards the table with a motioning gesture.

Ratchet faces the table, "Certainly."

He keeps thinking about what Knock Out said. What did he mean they let them destroy the beasts? Was that whole thing set up by the Decepticons? He needs to figure out a way to see Arcee again, they have to come up with a way to escape.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Prime, haven't heard from you in a while. Everything alright up there?" Fowler asks over the comm.

:: So far, Agent Fowler. ::

"What happens when the 'Cons I.D Lazerbeak's signal?" Jack asks with concern evident in his voice.

"We're counting on Optimus making visual contact with the warship before its radar can detect ship," Raf replies.

"The boss will be fine," Wheeljack says in a comforting tone.

"It's not Optimus I'm worried about," Smokescreen comments.

"Well, Arcee has that Predacon protecting her so I doubt any of the 'Cons can harm her," Bulkhead says comfortingly.

"I still don't trust that Predacon with her," Ultra Magnus speaks up, "And I don't like the fact that she sparkbonded with him."

"Me neither, I really wanted to have a shot with her," Wheeljack says with some disappointment.

"Would be nice if we could somehow go back in time and stop her from being taken in the first place," Jack says as he looks down at the ground before looking up at them. "But what's done is done."

"Well, maybe her plan will work," Fowler says, "Maybe she can persuade him to leave Megatron, would really help us out. Who knows, she might even be able to talk him into helping you guys take down Megatron."

Magnus raises an optic ridge, "I highly doubt that. But as Optimus said, if she can get him to at least turn against Megatron that would put the war back in our favor." 

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Chapter 1

Next Chapter

[siremasterlawrence]

From Boss To Toy

“Do you have my schedule and itinerary?”

“Yes boss! Take a look these first.”

“Lawrence…if you don’t”

“What I am fired”

“Fine! I’ll play the tape “

“Don’t you dare touch my”

“Oh! Shut up !”

“Zzzzzzzzzzz”

“F-U-C-K”

“You will listen to me”

“I will listen to you “

“Now sit your ass and do as I say bitch”

“You will address me as Master”

“Master Lawrence”

“You are no aloha male “

“Your body means nothing “

“I don’t care about you who are”

“What you look like “

“Rise up to your feet “

“Hands together “

“You shall not over come”

“You will submit and succumb”

“I can see your eyes roll back”

“Closing back”

“Body gives in “

“Falling back on to the chair”

“Hitting it hard “

“Hahaha”

“Asshole “

“Legs widen”

“Body collapses in to the chair “

“Head on the chair “

“Falling to the side “

“Swinging up and down “

“My voice only matters”

“I am your life “

“In to your inner mind at three “

“You are mindless “

“A empty void”

“Standing up the elevator opens “

“Walk on to the lift”

“Door closes forever”

“The buttons light up “

“As the numbers fly back “

“Countdown with me”

“Ten floors “

“1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…10”

“Yes! Master Lawrence!”

“I love you “

“You love me”

“I am your life line”

“You exist for me”

“I am your world “

“Admit and refuse your old self “

I sit down next to him placing my hand on his waist turning him to face me with these deep soul less eyes.

I kiss him slowly starting to lose his body in different ways to serve me only me your one true king.

I kiss his lips melting in to his body touch his skin up and down feeling his body upward and downward.

He stood up at my command smelling all of his intoxicating scent then devising a real plan.

I slam my fist in to the table pointing toward the communication device for him tap the button.

The communication device comes on for him it’s a signal I instruct him to tell his staff not to bother him.

The door closes hard behind me as he spun finally smiling at me as instructed him to fall for me.

Laying on his knees he grabs my waist in his hand kissing me slowly as he wraps his sexy palms on it.

His hands slip on to the belt he undoes it in one second it is in hand throwing it to the floor.

Sitting on my couch he crawls behind me as he grabs my legs then start to rubbing them harshly.

He has a smirk on his mindless face I could not be happier taking a remote control from my table.

The remote clicks over my shoulder as it is switching on the television flips on once more.

His eyes instantly focus on it I crack up at this seen digging my hand under his suit jacket.

Moving his hands to the side I take off his suit jacket forcing him to inhale my scent instead of his.

He follows my hands every movement with my hands and fingers removing my jacket and opening my clothes.

Using my fingers on his chin I move him a bit closer till he is digging in to my nose he took a deep sniff.

He inhales all of my scent with a strong hot whiff for both of my arm pits then he begins to lick it.

His tongue is so sensitive his nerves are wild sending erogenous electrical senses to his cock going full mass.

He moans deeply with pain and pleasure in through the roof he howls deeply scaring the hell.

His employees shiver with the animalistic wolf like sounds breaking his sense he fell in to my arms.

“Will you serve me? Answer me”

“I am your God”

“Sir Yes Sir”

“My King! “

“My love “

“My everything “

“My desire”

“Wow!”

“Your broke me”

“I am beta”

“Damn right “

“God”

“Fuck”

“FUCK”

“Hahahaha “

“Babe”

“Babe?”

“You are mine”

“What do you want ?”

“To win you over “

“Take off the suit “

“Yes Master”

“My lover”

“Open your closet “

“I search through your closet and found these “

“They are lovely “

“Of course “

“Yes you found them”

“Are you proud me?”

“Does it matter ?”

“Very proud “

“You look fine! My man”

“Thank you Master!”

“Who?”

“Master Lawrence “

“Kneel”

“Suck me off “

“Yyyeeesss”

“Hot!”

“What is?”

“You Master”

“Do you think so?”

“Naturally “

“Only right “

“To be yours “

“To serve you “

“You are my life “

“This is my body “

“Use me like a jungle gym”

The end

[k1spiegel]

hi. here is that list of games i've enjoyed this year that i talked abt making, now under a read more for your viewing pleasure. not in any order besides the order i remember them

links will be to steam store pages if applicable, if not general home pages, though some of these will be available on multiple consoles

Inkbound - an isometric turn-based roguelike game in mid-beta where you play as a Needless, a blank, "generic" character with no supposed imagination or will, accompanied by a Kwill, a ball of light that helps you along. i'll be honest and say i haven't paid much attention to the story but i don't think i have to when the gameplay is so good. i love roguelikes and turn-based combat both, and the amount of customization you can get from random items and abilities during runs makes the game difficult but not soul-crushing. eventually you Will figure out how to make urself almost unkillable. no premium store or pay currency, just unlocking and in-game currency.

Cassette Beasts - a 3D environment-2D sprite creature capture game with a nostalgia theme (made in Godot!). i played(/replayed) a lot of creature captures this year, with cassette beasts probably being the earliest and one of the most memorable. there are some parts of the game i'm iffy on (the music, some of the companion quests compared to others), but the creature design and element mechanics in the fight make up for it by leaps and bounds. i've got a lotta favorite beasts in this one. suggested esp if you like 2v2 fights.

Palia - if you've hung around the "cozy games" scene at all, You Know This One. palia is a casual mmo currently in open beta that focuses mainly around farming, questing, and integrating yourself into a new community (though that's not All you can do.) by "casual" and "cozy" i mean that there's no real rush to do anything, your crops won't grow without you there and there's no friendship(/romantic) relationship deterioration. play as you want when you want. also it's free lol

Dragon Quest Monsters: The Dark Prince (no link available; currently only on switch) - i have never played a dragon quest game before. i think this was the funniest way i could've gotten into it. a creature capture-creature combiner game in the dragon quest monsters series where you play as a young Psaro, The Dark Prince, The Manslayer, the future King of Monsters, and go through different echelons of nadiria(/the area where monsters rule) beating ass and taking names. i probably don't have to sell this to DQ fans so much but the monster designs are fun, the story is funny to me whether on purpose or not, and i like either using the auto battle for quick levelling Or giving commands directly to my beasts. good stuff.

Lies of P - do you remember a few years back when everyone saw the pinocchio soulslike and went No Fucking Way and then forgot about it? lies of p is the pinocchio soulslike (though it's much more obviously a bloodborne-like, or to be even more specific, a code:vein-like). i love it. the setting and characters is kind of insane when you think about how it's All based on pinocchio, but it takes itself seriously enough to where you just go with it and enjoy your time with P and the npcs. the gameplay is fast and fun, with a pretty extreme amount of customization (swappable and upgradeable robot arm, usual soulslike Put Points Into Skills stuff, weapons with switchable parts that can be upgraded or change their scaling, etc.) i'm just having a really great time with it and want other people to too.

Risk of Rain Returns - an incredibly polished remake of the original Risk of Rain, a 2d side-scrolling roguelike where you play as a survivor on an alien planet full of things that want to kill you. i have almost 200 hours on the original ror and the remake has earned At Minimum 200 hours more - not only do the original characters and stages feel refreshed, but there's now new areas to visit, new survivors to unlock, and fun challenges to beat to try and get new items or abilities. plus chris christodoulou's soundtrack is, as always, The Best. if you didn't play the original RoR, i'd really recommend giving this a shot instead.

SPECIAL MENTIONS (no links. im lazy.)

Guilty Gear: Strive - tim managed to get me into fighting games this year and ggst was probably the best introduction i could've gotten. classic weird as fuck characters and story + an insane soundtrack.

Lethal Company - you've seen someone playing this, somewhere or somehow. funniest game to play if you and your friends are wussies. now has arachnophobia mode (<- is an arachnophobe, so i like it.)

Fortnite - sorry

[jedi-hawkins]

Bryn-Ayla Del Caro

Meet My Jedi OC! This is a living post with some info about her and her life! Feel free to send me an ask if you want to draw her or find out more about her character! More info and fun facts about her below the cut!

Pronouns: she/her

afab!

Born 56 BBY | Age 35 at the start of the war

Species: Human

Home planet: Takodana

Her family descended from a branch of House Vizla, but her ancestors left Mandalore at the end of the Mandalorian-Jedi war (738 BBY) and relocated to Takodana.

Headcannons:

OC Sunday: Shoes, Setting, First Impressions

OC Sunday: Voice, Home Planet, Weapon of Choice

OC Sunday: Favorite Book, My Favorite Trait, Weakness

OC Sunday: Most important thing, Hobbies, Starbucks

OC Sunday: Core Wound, Party Plans, Color Palette

OC Sunday: TV show, Plant, Body Type

OC Sunday: Song, Changes, Wardrobe

Shipping Questions: Bryn x Sergeant Hunter

Shipping Questions: Bryn x Obi-wan Kenobi

Ask: Battlefront 2 Lines

Physical description:

Height: 5'8"

Tanned skin

Dark brown hair, worn in a braid that falls to her waist

Dark brown eyes; sometimes they're black as night to the point you can't differentiate her pupils from her irises, other times they're warmer, with flecks of honey amber that shine in the sunlight.

Fit, muscular figure that can carry more weight than it appears to be able to handle.

Jedi Facts:

She was gathered by the Jedi Order when she was 4.

She and Obi-wan Kenobi were trained together at the Temple on Coruscant.

Became a padawan to Jedi Master Plo Koon at age 13.

Was also mentored by Qui-gon Jinn, and assisted him and his padawan, Obi-wan Kenobi on many missions.

She was present when Qui-Gon and Obi-wan rescued Queen Amidala from Naboo and found Anakin Skywalker.

Became a Knight at age 24.

Became a Master at age 31.

Gains a seat on the Jedi High Council at age 34 at the same time as Obi-wan Kenobi.

Her tunics are usually the basic tan, but her tabard is a dark maroon, and her cloak is a dark brown.

She was primarily a Form IV user (very Force-demanding and acrobatic), but after she built her second lightsaber, she became very skilled in Form V (switches quickly between offense/defense and incorporates dual-bladed combat).

After the construction of her second blade, she will switch between holding them in a traditional and reverse grip.

She had a padawan, a Twi'lek names Silais. He began training with Bryn when he was 13, was a very skilled prodigy and passed his trials and became a knight when he was 20.

She mentored Anakin in the same way that Qui-gon mentored her, and accompanied him, Obi-wan, and Ashoka on missions when needed.

She is close friends with Padme Amidala and serves as an unofficial liaison between the Jedi Council and the Galactic Senate.

Lightsabers:

She built her first Lightsaber when she was 12, and the crystal that chose her emitted a blue blade.

Her second saber, she built when she was 22 and emits a green blade.

Clone Wars Armor:

Rather than use standard-issue Jedi Armor made for the Clone wars, Bryn actually uses pieces from a set of beskar armor that was passed through her family from the old days of Mandalore. Originally, it was plain metal with no designs, but for the Clone War, she paints it Maroon like her troopers. After the battle of Jabiim, her Senior Commander Steeler paints a set of jiag eyes on her chest plate.

She wears a headset similar to real-world bone-conducting headphones to tap into clone comm channels hands-free rather than use a comlink.

Fun Facts:

She's fluent in Mando'a

She can communicate in some droidspeak, as well as some Huttese and Twi'leki, but does need communicators for complex conversation.

She identifies as polysexual; she is attracted to multiple genders, but is only attracted to humanoid species (though if there is a connection, she won't say no)

She has had a few intimate interactions and relationships, but she holds her duty as a Jedi above all else. She has no clouded judgement or shift in priorities from her affections.

Primarily, she and Obi-wan held an on-off relationship throughout their lives, but it was fully understood duty came first. When Cody comes along, Bryn is completely understanding and even encourages the relationship between Obi-wan and Cody and they become a throuple. Later on, after Bryn chooses to become the commander of Clone Force 99, Hunter eventually joins the polycule (no clone x clone). Same as Bryn did for them, both Obi-wan and Cody encouraged her bond with Hunter.

At the start of the Clone War, she was assigned the 43rd Attack Legion, designation, Khaos.

A lot of the 43rd Legion's command structure/call signs/command officer names were heavily influenced by Grecoian (Greek) Mythology, because she gifted the command batch a book of myths.

Her call sign with the 43rd Legion was 'Nyx'

Her father had started training her in with bladed weapons when she was 3 and gave her a Mandalorian dagger when she was collected by the Jedi Order.

For a Jedi, she is skilled with 'civvy weapons,' especially daggers/vibroblades and rifles. She trained with them periodically for undercover assignments, and trained with them more vigorously at the start of the Clone War.

She drinks caf (like any other self-respecting overworked individual), but Obi-wan got her hooked on having a cup of tea in the afternoon (damn you Scottish man).

She survives Order 66 thanks to the Bad Batch.

After Order 66, she scrubs the maroon paint off her beskar armor and paints a new set of jiag eyes on her helmet with forest green paint. She then keeps her helmet on at all times and poses as a Child of the Watch, fighting with DC-17 blasters and vibroblades.

She has PTSD in relation to sleep and will often slip into patterns of insomnia or have night terrors.

She's a trained Medic.

When she was in the Jedi Academy, she knew Pong Krell and threw a pastry at him (nailing him in the face) after he said something bigoted in the Temple dining hall. They never really got along.