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everafterfrisk · 3 years ago

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Wanted to leave this for my critique section for the Ruby Rose video Essay but I kinda want to share my thoughts at the moment regardless cuz this video is Horrendous(I'll still discuss it in the Full video when it's done though)

https://youtu.be/wLzGp8ZTg-U

For his main points/claims presented in the video:

-Jumps to the Assumption that -Focusing on Oscar/Ruby and Jaune/Ruby relationships = Shipping apparently

-Salem is just Crazy EX wife

-Ruby is Never Affected by Pyrrha's Death

- Activating Silver Eyes from only her Mother,despite No mentions of her Mother in Vol 4-5-6,

-Ruby is so Vapid and Empty that all her interactions are seen as Shipping Fuel

-Jaune conflicts with Ozpin makes no sense

-"Why should I believe these two close are close eachother when they have a lack of scenes"

^Talking about Jaune/Ruby and Blake/Yang

-Pyrrha could've been a factor in Oscar's Arc

-Jaune Fighting Cinder was Dumb

-Why aren't Nora & Ren in the scenes Ruby and Jaune

-Oscar is just nothing but Shipping bait for Ruby

-Ruby is Obsessed with Oscar with no reason?

-Jaune doesn't Care about Pyrrha's Death?

-Jaune Resolves his issues in One episode(The Whole Jaune Ozpin Argument)

-The Writers Hate Pyrrha

Time for My counter Arguments

Starting with the Main Bread and Butter

Lancaster & Rose Garden Critiques

>I find this section the most baffling because Adel aka goes on a full rant on how Ruby has moments with Jaune & Oscar ALONE(Without others like Ren, Nora etc) which totally equates to Shipping Bait and not well I don't know....

Building up the relationships of the characters while also simultaneously imply moments that can be read through a Romantic lense

Oscar and Ruby having a ton of interactions with eachother because in a way Oscar can relate to Ruby who had the whole world on her shoulders, while he has the bear the mantle Ozpin gave him by entering a War he shouldn't of had a part in.

-Them Training with Eachother in a H2H sparring Match(Vol 5)

-Ruby's Speech with Him about the fall of Beacon(Vol 5)

-Vault of the Spring Maiden(Vol 5) Oscar rushed to Ruby's side during the Haven fight & defended her against Lion heart

- Even after Ozpin's lie was revealed, Ruby was willing to reassure Oscar that he won't just be another one of Ozpin's Lives(Vol 6)

-"Seeing Red(Vol 6), Oscar shares his findings on the Colossus Atlas Mech with Ruby that aided in locating a weak point in its defenses.

Now Onto Lancaster,Adel points Out WHY ARE THEY SO CLOSE WHEN THEY BARELY INTERACTED throughout the volume?

>Sore wa Chigau Yo!!!!!

Maybe it's because They were friends from the very beginning(During the Events of Vol 1-3,Ruby and Jaune connected due to dorky and somewhat social awkwardness but later grew to see one another as a righthand partner when they're in a bind)

Jaune & Ruby was eachother's First actual friend in all of this before the teams were formed(during their first meetings,you can get impression of their parallels with both being the youngest members of their Semesters)

-In "Vol 1" Ruby helps Jaune out with his Leadership Skills

-Dance Dance Infiltration(Vol 2) had the pair share a moment together as the Social Awkward Duo

-New Challengers(Vol 3) Ruby does in fact cheer Jaune on when his team went up against BRNZ

- End of the Beginning(Vol 3) Jaune trusts Ruby enough to contact her on Pyrrha's location to stop Cinder

And in the final part, Jaune alongside Ren and Nora was willing join Ruby on her Journey to save what's left of the world

-In "The Next Step(Vol 4), We see more of their chemistry throughout the fight against the Giest w/ Jaune's Coordination skills and Ruby's nibble movements w/ her Semblance allowing them the W

There was also a scene where Ruby laughed on how weird yet Adorable that jaune has a Pumpkin Sweater

In the scene Adel points Out to ship Bait(Where Ruby watches over Jaune, it was meant to show the concern she had for him on how the loss of Pyrrha affected him so much that he trains practically every night in order to be strong enough(so no one could die again)

-Two Steps Forward, Two Steps Back(Vol 5)When Ruby began to blame herself for Qrow's injury from Tyrian and wished for JNR to have never came with her into this fight

Jaune reassured her by saying how she gave them the courage to keep going and that they wanted to help her the whole way through

-In "Lighting the Fire(Vol 5) Ruby stays strong in believing that Jaune can eventually find his true Semblance which helped through away his seeds of doubt

In Fact, The reason why Jaune's and Ruby's moment of reunion(Vol 6) was wholesome is because they made a promise to one another to come back because of the Grimm attack during the previous volume.

As for Jaune being a Dumbass for fighting Cinder(Looking at it Out of Context Yes it is but luckily we live in a world, where it's not black and white)

Jaune was an Emotional Wreck After the death of Pyrrha showcased in moments of prone aggression(I.E Being Irrational)

-Like during the Talk with Qrow about Ozpin's plan(Vol 5)

And Considering the fact that Cinder doesn't recognize him + Taunts him every chance she gets(I don't believe he is stupid for acting out on his emotions even if the situation he placed himself in wasn't the best choice)

"Cinder: You're just a failure with a death wish

Cinder: Are you going to let her die too?

Cinder: (chuckling) I'm starting to remember you, you're the dense one that can't tell when he's out of his league."

As for the "Jaune doesn't Care about Pyrrha point "

He brings this up because Jaune doesn't always show his grief for her and I'm like " Do I really need an Entire Volume dedicated to Jaune just whining about Pyrrha instead of idk walking forwards & improving to secure her Legacy as well as his?"

Also Adel (Pyrrha is Not Jaune's Girlfriend) While Yes the two became romantically interested in eachother at the end of Volume 3,they never truly got together & Jaune didn't truly realize his feelings for her until its too late(Adding to the tragedy of their relationship).

Now for Jaune's Conflict with Ozpin( the resolution) made sense because Jaune didn't want to believe that it was Pyrrha's choice to take part in becoming the Maiden for the people and trying to stop Cinder during the fall of Beacon;Jaune gaining closure with his issue alongside his team as he decides to apologize to Oscar for lashing out as the kid wasn't really responsible for Ozpin's lie at the end of the day.

"Pyrrha could've been in Oscar's Arc" I can see where he was going with this as Oscar and Pyrrha have similar journeys with Decisions that can change the world as we know it(However I believe Ruby and Jaune help do Pyrrha's job already well via their parallels with Oscar)

Especially Ruby's Speech w/ Oscar(Vol 5) on how although she's scared,the dead would've wanted us to live on & fight the good fight.

The Salem part is kinda irrelevant for the most part(Just him going on a tangent that RWBY writers always resort to Romance cuz they don't know how to write proper relationships(points to The Romance in Team JNPR being half baked and states Bumbleby makes no sense due to their lack of interactions in Vol 4 & 5 ignoring the ones that occurred in Vol 1,2,3,& 6)

Same goes for "The Writers hate Pyrrha" part(Just more baseless claims with no actual evidence; with at most the arguments revolve around her dying for only Jaune's development which completely Ignores the Nuance of her internally struggles and Hopeless fight Against a Half Maiden(to keep the school from falling & aid her comrades).

"Ruby is so Vapid and Empty that all her interactions are seen as Shipping Fuel"(So I guess we are just gonna discount how well her Optimistic and Hopeful personality mixing the other Major Characters like Say Weiss as an example)

And the Final Point

" Activating Silver Eyes from only her Mother,despite No mentions of her Mother in Vol 4-5-6"

Um Why exactly does Ruby need to think about her mom every time when she has mentioned her in previous volumes plus the Silver Eyed Blast was not only her mother's memory but also the beauty of life itself through her fun adventures and emotional moments with her friends during hardship.

But yeah I should just go back to the Main subject (The Ships),All in All

Oscar and Jaune Whether just a friend or maybe more have had more than enough moments as the volumes went on to provide the fans leeway into believing that either boy can be a suitable love interest for Miss Rose as a result of their Chemistry.

Hope yall enjoyed and see ya next time

#rwby #ruby rose #jaune arc #oscar pine #rose garden #lancaster #youtube #small rant

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hops-hunny · 4 years ago

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Pride Lost, Feelings Found

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Reader

Pronouns: They/Them

Word Count: 2.2k

Request: @summerstardust “Could you do a Neville with a gender neutral reader. It can fluff/smut/bit of both 🤷, whatever you want. With the prompts: 4. "You think she looks at me? Am I invisible?”, 12. "I’ve always liked you, you’ve just never noticed.” and 17. "Make me fall in love with you.”

Maybe where Neville is secretly crushing on the reader from afar and the reader is told, in some way, about this and he just runs away from the scene. Then the reader follows and finds him and tells him that they want to get to know him.

Don’t feel pressured to use this idea, though. I am just feeling a bit angsty at the moment. Thank you! :)”

Summary: It all crumbles down before Neville’s eyes, but it’s replaced with something he’d never expect.

Warnings: angst but it turns to fluff!!

A/N: Ok ok, if you want a part 2 with what happens after reader says that? Lmk and I’ll probably write it! I’m so sorry this took so long esp for one of my favorite readers. I hope you enjoy <3

4. "You think she looks at me? Am I invisible?”

12. "I’ve always liked you, you’ve just never noticed.”

17. "Make me fall in love with you.”

Sometimes Neville wish he had never noticed (Y/n). But when you shine as bright as they did, how couldn't you notice? They bewitching, enchanting everyone around them with a simple smile, him included. However when miracles as amazing as (Y/n) come to be, so does a lot of attention. He adored everything about them, the way they always smeared their ink on their scroll when they wrote, how they’d walk into class every morning with that same sleepy expression, even down to the way they’d always have to pull their socks up because they got the wrong size and they’d fall down. They was his dream partner. But sadly, that’s the thing about dream lovers, they’re meant to stay dreams.

From as long as Neville could remember, he had been on the bottom of the social ladder. Hell, when your familiar (who is also a toad) causes a wild goose chase during your first years at a new school, it’s really not hard to understand why. If it had been someone else instead of him, he would've made fun of them too. He was a loser and no one would ever let him forget. Not his friends, not Malfoy, not anyone. But they did. In all his years at Hogwarts, (Y/n) had never made him feel like a loser. Every interaction the two of them had made him feel normal, like himself.

Granted every interaction they had was small. Accidentally bumping into them in the halls, a tight lip smile when eye contact was made. One time he thought (Y/n) was waving to him but was in fact waving to their friend behind him but luckily they hadn't seen (Malfoy definitely did..). Out of all the people who could have noticed the way he looked at them or the way his cheeks would turn red when they'd pass him it had to be Malloy. That was awful for a multitude of reasons. One being that for some reason, (L/n) and Malfoy were the best of friends. Everyday he wished that it was him who got sat next to them in potions instead of that weasel of a boy. The second reason being that despite knowing how Neville felt for them, he still had yet to do anything with the information. To most people, they’d be relieved if Malfoy found out one of their most personal pieces of information and had yet to do anything but, Neville knew better. Draco was a vile creature and if he hadn’t teased him about it yet, that surely meant something even greater was coming. Something truly awful and devastating.

The first week after Malfoy found out had Neville staying up to the break of dawn, stirring around restlessly at the thought of what he’d do. Would he spill something on him when he was set to have a class with them, tape a note to the back of his shirt with the information on it, or worse...no, no. Not even Malfoy was cruel enough to do that! If anything, if he was going to tell (Y/n) he’d probably do it when Neville wasn’t around so they could come up to him and reject him at random. Although it was sad, what got Neville to sleep at night was imagining that they already knew. That (Y/n) was more than aware and it was only a matter of time till they’d reject him and his life would go back to normal without any pesky thoughts of how beautiful he found them to be.

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Seamus’s words went in one of Neville’s ears and right back out of the other, sounding like white noise to the boy. He couldn’t listen to whatever idiotic thing he was going on about. How could he when (Y/n) was a few feet away, looking just as gorgeous as they usually did? It was hard not to focus on them, the way their pretty lips would curl into a smile, giggling at something one of their friends had said. He felt a smile grace his own lips at the sight, letting out a noise of protest as Ron chucked a cushion at his head.

“Are you even, listening Longbottom?” he heard him ask, still not ripping his eyes away from the (y/h/h) across the hall.

“You think they look at me? Am I invisible?” he asked in a hushed tone, as if he was to speak any louder, they would somehow hear them despite them being so far away. Seamus let out a loud snort, beginning to cackle as he slapped the boy on the back a bit too hard.

“Fat chance, Longbottom! You think (L/n) would notice you? They wouldn’t even notice me, and that’s saying something!” Seamus wheezed out. Neville shot him a pointed glare, fuming from the boy’s words. He shoved him off the couch, rolling his eyes.

“It’s not that people don’t notice you Seamus….it’s that they do for all the wrong reasons.” Dean pointed out, causing the other 3 to laugh, growing louder as Seamus failed to push himself off the ground.

“Oh don’t worry, Longbottom. (L/n) will be sure to notice you soon enough.” he froze at the sound of the cold voice, turning around to look at the platinum blonde prince himself. Draco stood their, smirking. Crabbe and Goyle tried to nod along when in reality, they had no idea what their leader was going on about. Neville gulped, standing up to face him completely.

“W-what do you mean?” he asked him, wiping his sweaty palms on his pants. Draco simply shrugged, beginning to walk in the opposite direction. He turned around briefly looking the boy up and down.

“Means exactly what I said. Nothing more, nothing less. Well as much as I’d love to stay around and lose brain cells with you idiots, I’ve got better things to attend to.” and with that he left.

“Don’t worry, Nev. Draco is always just talk, I’m sure nothing will come of it.” Harry said, offering the boy a reassuring smile. Although Neville knew he meant well, he couldn’t stop the sinking, tight feeling in his chest. Draco had yet to do something so he had no reason to feel this way, but it was just a hunch that the worst was yet to come.

Even hours later, as Neville lay in his bed that night, all he could think about were the words that echoed throughout his head over and over.

“Oh don’t worry, Longbottom. (L/n) will be sure to notice you soon enough.”

He didn’t know if he was grateful for how vague that was or if it was the bane of his days. Draco could’ve meant anything by that, all he knew is whatever it meant the intent behind his words were less than kind. He turned again, sighing as he looked out the window. There was a full moon tonight, a beautiful silver halo of light dancing its way around it.

“Merlin, save me please.” he pleaded quietly, to no one in particular. Every bit of hope, every positive thought laced in his words. Although he prepared for the worse to happen, he had a sliver of hope that it wouldn’t. That tomorrow he’d wake up and his day would be as mundane as usual, just the way he’d like it. And if he was lucky (Y/n) would give him a small smile in the hall.

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Neville’s small sliver of hope had grown into an entire cake. Looking back on earlier in the week, he was worried for absolutely nothing! Malfoy once again was all bark and no bite which for once, he was glad for! He let out a sigh of content as he made his way from the library, heading in the direction of the main corridor. He saw Seamus give him an uncharacteristically serious look from the small crowd that was gathered around something. As he grew closer, in the middle of the circle he saw Draco stood on a crate as (Y/n) sat next to him, listening as he read something from a paper.

“Nev, you might wanna...might wanna leave.” Seamus whispered to him. However, he looked as people stared at him, some giggling while some look sympathetic.

“Why? What’s going o-”

“Here’s another one I found in his bin! ‘Dear (Y/n), although I’ll never give you this letter, I can’t help but write about how amazing you are! When I saw you help that injured bird the other day, I wanted nothing more than to help you tend to it. I find it funny how even when you’re sad, you manage to brighten up my day.’ God how dorky is this loser? I can’t believe he fancies you so much (Y/n)!” Draco howled in laughter, a few others joining him. Neville found himself at the forefront of the circle, frozen in his spot. That was his letter! He had started writing them as a way of coping with his feelings, knowing that the person he fancied would always be out of reach of him. “Anything to say for yourself, Longbottom?”

Neville felt tears well in his eyes, the warmth of them mixing with the heat of his red flushed face. “I...I..” he looked at (Y/n) who look like they had something to say however, he didn’t wanna stick around to hear it. Without another word, he ran off, tears streaming down his face as soon as he was far enough from anyone. In his time of despair, he ran to his only place of comfort. The one place that he wasn’t Neville, the loser who just had his feelings ripped from safe keeping in front of half the students in his year. The place where he was just Neville.

He took in a deep breath of the familiar muggy air of the greenhouse, relaxing slightly as he took a seat on the ground. “God I’m so stupid!” he wailed, tears flowing down his face. His crying grew harder, harsh hiccups shaking and jolting his body as he screamed into his knees. He knew there was a matter of time before (Y/n) was to find out, he just didn’t know it’d be like this. If this was just the pain from them learning about his feelings, he didn’t wanna know how bad he’d be wounded when they came to reject him. Neville’s head jolted up at the sound of soft footsteps making their way over to him. He noticed the familiar pair of black shoes, turning his head as they kneeled down in front of him.

“I thought you may be here! You always seemed so passionate about plants during herbology so I thought it wouldn’t hurt to check here first.” (Y/n) said, placing a hand on the boy’s knee. He looked down at where they connected, feeling his face flush slightly from the contact. “You know, your friends care about you a lot. After you ran off, Ginny came up and socked Draco straight in the face. It was quite a sight really.” they let out a soft giggle at the memory. “Hermione went in to drag her off but when she saw how smug Draco looked, she couldn’t help but to join in. While they did that, your other friends set off looking for you and I did too.”

“Why?” he asked, catching their attention. The (y/h/h) gave him a confused look, tilting their head to the side. “Why did you come looking for me? Don’t you hate me now? Gross, stupid Longbottom having a crush on Hogwart’s sweetheart. How pathetic, huh?” he sniffled, ripping his eyes away from them. He knew if he was to continue to look, a completely new set of tears would be triggered.

“Why wouldn’t I? I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t! Although I don’t know much about you, I do know you’re a kind individual and you didn’t deserve what Draco did to you.” they said in a soft tone, moving into the spot next to Neville. They sat in silence for a moment before (Y/n) cleared their throat, looking over at him once more. “How long?”

“Pardon?”

“I mean, how long have you liked me for? I wasn’t even aware until today.” they queried curiously.

“I’ve always liked you, you’ve just never noticed. I don’t blame you for not noticing though, we’re from two different worlds. You’ve got everyone in hogwarts begging for a moment of your time and you hang out with some of the most elite and prestigious people in the castle.” he sniffled some, wiping his nose on his sleeve as he set his hand down on the cold cement ground. “It was stupid of me to let my feelings last for so long.”

“Why was it stupid?” they asked, scooting closer to him. Neville turned to look at them, losing his breath at their closeness.

“Because you don’t feel the same..not that I expected you to. You didn’t even know I existed until today.” he let out a huff of air. (Y/n) bit the inside of their cheek before placing their hand on top of Neville’s, tangling their fingers together.

“You’re right, I don’t feel the same,” they started, tightening their grip as the boy began to get up. “But that doesn’t mean I never will. Let’s get to know each other a bit more.” they leaned in closer, the feeling of both of their breath being exchanged like whispers amongst their lips.

“Make me fall in love with you.”

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writtenbynightlock · 4 years ago

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Hi! Idk of request are open rn.. but could you do a hinata x reader angst? Where hinata walks in on kageyama and y/n in a position where it looks like they were cheating. But in reality it was nothing like that at all! So hinata gets very mad and says really hurtful things to them. Then word gets around school and people start to bully y/n and kags. However hinata doesn’t care. He never stood up for y/n. Then due to bullying going to far y/n loves school. That’s when y/ns best friend yams goes up to hinata and shows him the video where in fact they were not cheating. But it’s too late. Hinat already lost her. Sorry if the request is too long btw!!

Misunderstanding | Hinata Shouyou x Reader

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Warning: Timeskip spoilers

Tagging: @shoyosbitchh (thanks for the request love)

“Do I really have to do this?”

“Yes” you answer as you fix Kageyama’s jersey jacket.

“What am I gonna do again?”

“All you have to do is answer my questions. After this segment, I will film you in action with Shoyo. Are we ready, Yama-kun?”

You ask your classmate and the captain of the Karasuno Men’s Volleyball Team, Yamaguchi Tadashi, waiting for his go signal as he was in charge of the camera. You were in your third year in Karasuno High. You are an active member of the journalism club and your specialty is sports writing. You and Hinata have been together since your second year. It all started when you’ve done a coverage of the Karasuno High Men’s Volleyball team ever since the crows were finally taking flight in the Nationals. Pretty much to say you are close with your batchmates involved with the sport which made your job a bit easier.

You were currently working on a special ad for the team that will be on air in the campus as a way to show support and acknowledgement to the seniors who will be having one last fight --- Yamaguchi Tadashi, Tsukishima Kei, Kageyama Tobio and Hinata Shoyou. In thanks to the manager, you will be also adding a special segment to the woman who’s always been there with the crows, Yachi Hitoka.

“Camera is rolling in 3..2..1..”

As Yamaguchi gestures for you to start, you have him a small nod and put on your game face on.

“Hello Karasuno High! The much anticipated Spring Interhigh tournament is fast approaching and our crows will be taking flight once again. With the excitement to the world of volleyball, our players have quite gained quite a few fans. Here I am with the famous King of the Court, the Karasuno Men’s Volleyball Setter, Kageyama Tobio.”

During the interview segment, things went smoothly due to Kageyama being straightforward with his questions much to your relief. You were glad Yamaguchi was also there to help you. Usually, Yachi is the one who helps you with your journalism when it comes to the team but she had a meeting with Takeda sensei, explaining her absence.

After the interview, it was time for you to do the final segment which was getting to film the iconic duo in action. You told Kageyama to change into his volleyball uniform, with the setter obediently following your instruction.

“Thank you so much for helping me, Yama-kun. Your segment yesterday with Tsukki is great too! I’m very excited to edit it.”

Yamaguchi blushed at your compliment, making him scratch the back of his head in a shy manner.

“You’re really making it hard for us to graduate, (Y/N)-san. This will be your last feature too, is it not?”

“Yup”

Yamaguchi smiles as he saw the gleeful expression on your face. He admired your determination in making the video possible as a tribute to them. Yamaguchi’s sense of determination in leading the team to Nationals has boosted but there was one question bugging in his head.

“(Y/N)-kun, you are a sports writer, right? I don’t recall them doing this extent.”

You stopped what you were doing and looked at Yamaguchi, giving him a sincere smile --- your mind instantly filled with the ray of sunshine that is currently in your life.

“You don’t know how proud I am on how far you all have come. You five were part of the flightless crows who worked hard to spread its wings again. You were there when people would underestimate the team but you all proved them wrong, along with our seniors who graduated also. We all keep moving forward and now, you are your juniors senpais, helping them keeping the crows to keep flying. Not only that, I am so proud of Shoyo. He’s one of the main reasons why I’m motivated to do this. I’m always here to support Shoyo and to all of you --- no matter where we go after we graduate.”

After your speech, your eyes widened as you Yamaguchi’s eyes were watery and he was sniffling, making you panic a little.

“Y-Yams, are you okay?”

“Don’t look at me, (Y/N)-kun! That was so beautiful- wait I’ll be right back!” says Yamaguchi as he hurriedly went to the nearest bathroom --- not wanting for you to see him bawl his eyes out. With a soft chuckle, you turned around to see Kageyema already in his attire and was now setting up the net. Deciding to help, you went to him and gave him a hand.

“What do you need?”

“Could you hand me that screw over there?”

With a nod, you went to the tool box, grabbing the screws Kageyama.

“Do you think Shoyo will go far with volleyball?”

You ask out of the blue, avoiding eye contact with Kageyama as you just stared at the net. It’s not that you doubt Shoyo’s skills but it is a scary world out there. There will be people who will look down on him for different reasons. You just worry. You care for him so much. You admired how Hinata was able to use the mean comments against him as his motivation for him to improve his skills. His positivity and bubbly personality is contagious. He never fails to make you smile when you’re feeling down.

As Kageyama finished the net, he gave you a smirk.

“If that dumbass doesn’t slack, he will. If he does, I’m definitely getting ahead of him.”

A grin made its way on your face. What more could you expect from Hinata’s partner in the court?

As the two of you waited for Hinata and Yamaguchi to come, you and Kageyama had talked a bit about college plans. As the two of you converse, you suddenly noticed something crawling on Kageyama’s jersey shirt.

“Kageyama-kun, there’s something on your shoulder” you say, pointing at it. At first Kageyama was confused to what you meant but when he finally took a look at it, it was spider --- making his eyes widen and panic, letting out a manly shriek.

Kageyama was all over the place, jumping and swatting it away --- to the point where he tried to take the shirt off.

“Kageyama, calm down!”

“It’s on your head!”

“It’s back on your shirt!”

Kageyama felt chills, the hairs on his skin rising as he felt it crawling the back of his neck. The next thing you knew, with Kageyama’s head covered with the shirt that was taken off midway his arms, the setter stumbled onto you, making the both of you fall on the ground with Kageyama on top. Your eyes widen at how close your and Kageyama’s faces are, the setter not able to take in what just happened.

“Get off!”

“Can you help me put my shirt back on? I-if you don’t mind. My hands are sort of restricted” says Kageyama, pointing out that his arms were trapped in the sleeve holes. You sigh and grabbed the hem of his jersey shirt, attempting to pull it down back but the both of you suddenly heard the gym doors open.

“(Y/N)?!”

Hearing an all too familiar voice, you quickly shove Kageyama off of you, sitting up from your spot to see Hinata who froze by the gym doors as he stares at you and Kageyama with wide eyes, his heart beating so fast in his chest.

“W-were you cheating on me?!”

“No baby! It was just an accident-”

“An accident?! It looked like you were taking off his shirt! I can’t believe you’re cheating on me with Bakageyama!”

“No, Shoyo! It definitely doesn’t look what it looks like at all!”

“I trusted you, (Y/N)!”

Tears were starting to form in your eyes, getting a bit angry and frustrated that Hinata wasn’t letting you explain your side. Kageyama noticed this and decided to step in --- defending the both of you.

“Boke, Hinata, boke! Why would I even do that to your girlfriend?! Let us explain what happen-”

“No! I’m so hurt, (Y/N)-chan! You’re the first girl ever that made me really happy but this is how you treat me? Is it because I’m not tall enough?! Is this how you repay my loyalty to you? You’re so heartless! You seem so faithful to me but behind my back, you’re a different person.”

“S-Shoyo-”

“Don’t call me that anymore. I don’t want to see you anymore. We’re done.”

With that, Hinata left the gym, leaving you and Kageyama all alone. You wanted to run after him but you lost your strength and collapsed on the floor, your gaze lingering at the gym doors, tears rolling down your cheeks.

Kageyama panicked a little, not knowing how to comfort you but he just stood beside you and patted your head as you were hugging your figure, too hurt by Hinata’s words.

“That dumbass doesn’t know how to listen.”

“What am I gonna do, Kageyama-kun?”

Kageyama glances at you, a frown on his face. He knows how much you care for Hinata. He can’t help but feel frustrated also being in your position. He also felt bad to what just happened.

“I’m sorry-”

“Don’t apologize, Kageyama. You did nothing wrong. Hinata just misunderstood.”

“That runt will regret for letting you go. I mean, who else could keep up with him?”

As you wiped your tears, you stood up and grabbed your things, heading towards the gym doors.

“I think we’ll call it a day. I’ll message Yams that our filming is finished. I’ll just ask another sports writer to cover you and Hinata’s segment. I don’t think I can face him for awhile.”

Kageyama frowns as he saw your eyes tearing up again but he just nodded, not wanting to press any buttons even further.

“Okay. Get home safely.”

With a sigh, you left the gym heading home, feeling all too drained and hurt. You can’t believe Hinata was able to say those hurtful words to you. In attempts on calling him while walking home, you let out a frustrated groan as he already blocked your number.

“Oh Shoyo. It was all just a misunderstanding.”

Days had passed ever since the incident and break up with Hinata. Word got around fast. You and Kageyama had been the talk of the town as cheaters, making you lose your appetite. People were sending you dirty stares for even daring to cheat on such a pure soul.

There was one time when you ate at the school cafeteria with Yamaguchi and Tsukishima and a group of girls suddenly went to your table, snickering at you and called you a slut. Between Yamaguchi and Tsukishima, it was Yamaguchi who was full on beast mode, defending you.

“Don’t waste your time with these fools, Yamaguchi. They just don’t know how to mind their own business” says Tsukishima as he shakes his head in annoyance. You told Yachi, Yamaguchi and Tsukishima the whole thing. Yachi felt really bad at what happened. She was the one also who keeps comforting Hinata. Tsukishima was in charge of breaking apart Kageyama and Hinata whenever the two started to argue, much to his dismay but he just wants the team to be peaceful and focus on their practices and official games.

Not wanting to eat anymore, you grab your bag and stood up, making Yamaguchi and Tsukishima look at you with worry.

“Where are you going, (Y/N)-san?”

“I’m just gonna go get a breather. I’m not that hungry anyway. See you later” you say with a solemn look on your face then left the cafeteria.

“What are we gonna do, Tsukki?”

“I don’t know. Don’t involve me in their quarrels. It’s tiring.”

Yamaguchi sighs but then he remembers that he left his camera in the gyms while he was in the bathroom. When he returned to the gym, his camera was already battery drained. In hopes to resolve this mess, Yamaguchi checks the contents to see of the camera was still rolling. Much to his relief, it apparently recorded the whole thing. He immediately showed this to Hinata, finally clearing all the misunderstanding.

Hinata regretted on how he acted. He felt his heart breaking even more. He needs to apologize for his wrong doings but it was too late. The twinkle in your eyes as you see him weren’t there anymore. His words really hurt you and you’ll have a difficult time in trusting him again. The bullying around the school made you feel even more damaged.

You told Hinata its best to cool off from the relationship. You needed space. You need to focus on yourself now. You just wanted to forget the words that come out from his mouth.

It was over.

Hinata Shoyo. You were my sunshine, my only sunshine. You made me happy when skies are gray --- but now, the skies weep with me.

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clearsky · 4 years ago

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My Top Comfort Characters/Kins and My Main HCs For Them

(Note, not all my kins/comfort characters are on here, just the ones I have more than 5 hcs for)

CW: Korekiyo Shinguji (DRV3), Himiko Yumeno (DRV3), Shinsou Hitoshi (BNHA), Kyoko Kirigiri (THH), Tsuyu Asui (BNHA), Entrapta (Spop), Ibuki Mioda (SDR2), Celestia Ludenberg (THH), Funtime Foxy (FNAF), Peril (WOF)

Korekiyo Shinguji (DRV3)

Nonbinary

He/They pronouns

Autistic

Chains and loose accessories are for stimming

Likes the feeling of silk and cotton

Can't stand the feeling of anything rough or bumpy

He likes collecting small trinkets and the bones of small mammals

Can't stand anything salty. He'll eat it but he certainly won't enjoy it

Dating Rantaro

Can flirt, but only if he doesn't try

Petnames are a hell yea

Gets sunburnt really easily

Group dates with Celesnaegiri and Ikuzono

Can't cook for s h i t

Had a scene kid phase in middle school

Went to the same middle school as Celeste and Maki

Knew them when Celeste went through her "I'm not like other girls" phase and Maki was a Band Kid™

Himiko Yumeno (DRV3)

Female

She/Her pronouns

Lesbian

Can force herself to fall asleep within seconds regardless of where she is

100% forces herself to fall asleep when she doesn't wanna listen/talk to someone

Himiko/Angie/Tenko relationship. I'm calling them the Traffic Light Trio

She likes taking naps in the forest

She prefers enclosed/tight spaces more than open ones

Has several hundred stress balls and squishies laying around

She overheats easy

Shinsou Hitoshi (BNHA)

Questioning his gender, but goes by any pronouns

Knows he's Asexual, at least

Has no clue what his romantic orientation is though

The kind of person to carry treats in his pocket just in case he runs into a cat

Will stop to pet literally every cat he comes across

Great at reading people

Doesn't talk unless it's 100% needed

Hangs with Tokoyami, Jirou, and Denki most often

Aizawa has 100% unofficially adopted him

Fosters kittens

Not a big fan of physical touch

He is 100% in the bakusquad. Anyone who says he's in the Dekusquad is a c o w a r d

He and Tsuyu vibe

Knows a bunch of random facts

Dark humour? Dark humour

*skates backwards into his therapist's room slowly sipping from an absurdly huge cup of coffee* Candice you're not gonna BELIEVE the shit I just went through

In case I forgot to mention it, he skates

Kyoko Kirigiri (THH)

Mtf

She/Her

Bi with female preference

Burns go up to her shoulders/collarbone/chest

Prefers to just listen as opposed to saying anything

Knows a ton of random trivia about everyone else in her class

She keeps a notebook she fills with all the trivia

Doesn't celebrate her birthday. She just doesn't see the point of it

Doesn't hate sugar/sweets, but if given the choice she would choose literally everything else

Cuts her own hair

A cat person

Permanent dark circles

T-Tall 😳

Like,,, 6'1 at LEAST

Only person taller than her is Yasuhiro (6'3)

Canon no longer exist

Ahahaha healthy life habits? What are those?

Can't handle horror games

She's the kind of person you'd go to if you needed to rant but didn't want any advice

Polyamourous yo

Celeste/Kyoko/Makoto

She's a dom yall are just scared to admit it

Tsuyu Asui (BNHA)

They go by They/Them

Lesbian

They and Ochaco are dating

They like to hang with Shinsou

Which mainly just means the two sitting in one of their dorms in near total silence doing whatever

Can speak English and French as well as Japanese

Learned English from cartoons

Picked up French bc they thought it'd be fun

Prefers to stay neutral in the whole Bakusquad / Dekusquad thing

They're invited to all outings/events by/for both squads

They like puns

They're a dumbass but willingly, and for fun

Like "someone says they like dark humour and they'll turn off the lights before telling a joke" kind dumbass for fun

Great at poker

Likes Disney Movies

Very touchy once you get close enough

Not in a sexual way, just likes physical contact

Especially fond of piggyback rides and cuddles

Extreme fear of needles

Entrapta (She-Ra)

She/Her or It/Its

Doesn't bother trying to figure out whether she's cis, trans, nonbinary, or what

Was AMAB though

Short as fuck (4'7)

Strong as fuck though

Cuddle game strong

Physical touch is a fuck yes

Cuddles

Piggyback rides

Hugs

Anything where she's touching someone is wonderful in her book

As long as she's the one that initiates it

Anyone else touching her without her permission makes her freak

Prefers being high up

Makes it harder for anyone to sneak up on her

An ace at video games

When it comes to sexuality she just says she's Questioning

Ibuki Mioda (SDR2)

Any pronouns + Pup/Pupself + It/Its

No idea what their gender is otherwise

Biromantic Asexual

Just likes sexual jokes

Gets distracted easily

Has severe hearing problems

She's plays her instruments as loud as possible, with the amp right next to her, without ANY ear protection

It's caused some damage

She talks so loud bc she has no idea how loud is considered acceptable

Wears hearings aids most of the time

Several piercings and tattoos

Likes hearing things jingle

She has a bracelet with a few bells hanging from it

She'll shake it whenever she's bored

LOVES hair accessories

Ribbons are a particular favourite

Occasionally she'll hang little charms from her hair "horns"

The kind of person who never takes any pills/medicine bc she keeps forgetting she has to

Frequently uses emojis

Skates everywhere but she isn't very good at it

She keeps crashing into everything

Has broken every bone in her body at least 3 times

Most of which was bc she keeps trying to kick in doors and skating down the stairs

Celestia Ludenberg (THH)

Nonbinary

Any pronouns, mainly goes by She/They

Bi, 70:30

Collects mini hand sanitizers and can tabs

Has single handedly gotten Mario Kart, Mario Party, Monopoly, Uno, and Clue banned a grand total of 17 times (and counting)

The kind of person to purposefully target someone regardless of what game was being played

Favourite victim is Byakuya (bc he gets so upset about it and she finds that hilarious)

Mains Waluigi

Celeste/Kyoko/Makoto

Has several banned Twitter accounts bc whenever she's bored she'll start discourse on purpose

Hangs with Korekiyo, Ibuki, Byakuya, Yasuhiro, and Leon most often

It's a weird friend group but everyone's sorta gotten used to it

She and Byakuya gamble together occasionally

She tries to avoid it bc he'll willingly blow his entire fortune in an attempt to beat her

Autustic

Can't stand the feeling of water

Mainly bc she can't swim for shit

Horror movies? Hates them

Gets flustered super easily

Taka is her twin brother

Kotoko, Kokichi, and Gundham are their half siblings (Same father)

Peko and Toko are their cousins

She sucks ass at go fish

Fuck canon she's 4'11 now

C h u b b y

Freckles

Once she gets comfortable enough with herself she dyes her hair in the peekaboo style

Either black and red or black and blonde

Haven't decided yet

I'll be doing Celesnaegiri hcs as a seperate post but I just feel it's important for you to know that she expresses her affection verbally and is a very touchy person

Went to middle school with Maki and Korekiyo

Has horrible eyesight

She wears contacts most of the time but she always puts off buying more

After the 5th or so time she ended up blindly stumbling around a week after her contacts ran out Kyoko convinced her to buy glasses as well

Religious accessories yo

Like chokers and dangly earrings with crosses and pentagrams and shit

Likes wearing wacky earrings

Can run and do all sorts of tricks in heels

She and Mukuro are exes yo

Keeps her hair short so it's easier to manage

Hair never gets longer than her shoulders if she can help it

She seems like the kind of person who'd keep her bangs grown past her eyes regardless of how frustrating or inconvenient it is

She's a sub yall just don't wanna admit it

Funtime Foxy (FNAF)

I'm going on the record to say this

Funtime Foxy is genderfluid and that is that

Goes by Funtime

Any pronouns, They/Them most commonly

Plays music (keyboard and guitar mainly)

They and Funtime Freddy (Freds) mainly play with the kids

Freds mainly tells stories with Bonbon while Funtime more so plays one-on-one

Has nicknames for everyone

Circus Baby - Ringleader

Ballora - Bells

Funtime Freddy - Partner

Bon Bon - Bun

Peril (WOF)

I like both Nonbinary She/They Peril and Mtf She/Her Peril

They're both such good concepts

She's a lesbian, Harold

She only had a crush on Clay bc he was pretty much everything she was supposed to like in a guy

Gimme a moment while I force all my mental disorders onto this poor child

Autistic, Anxiety (Social anxiety, mainly, but she has most types), Adhd, PTSD

I'd like to reiterate yet again that She's a lesbian

Sunny and Glory were her gay awakening

Peril in Book 1: Damn, Sunny and Glory sure are pretty. Anyone would be lucky to date them. Clay would probably go for them over me. He would be stupid if he didn't. I myself would willingly date them over someone like me. They're just so pretty :(

Peril waking up in a cold sweat in the middle of arc 2: WAIT-

Rarepair alert but Peril/Sora

Peril meeting Sora: "Hmmm She's attractive. I would love to date her. Too bad I'm straight and in love with her brother lmao :P"

Peril, a mere month later, waiting for Ruby to leave Jade Mountain, pacing in her cave, running face first into a wall: WAIT-

I remember reading this one amazing story where Sora taught Peril to read/write and Peril found out she set off the bomb and comforted her/convinced her her run so that's canon now

Btw if anyone can remember what that story was called/what platform it was on and could tell me I'd appreciate it very much

I'd even be willing to draw a character of your's or make you an icon or something

I usually don't accept requests bc I get burnt out easy but this is a special case

She runs into Sora again sometime between the beginning of TOP and the end

I like to imagine she just goes wandering around

Anyway she confesses like a mere few minutes after running into her again bc Peril is just subtle like that

The actual confession takes 15 minutes and the entire time Sora is just sitting here like "👁👄�� sure"

Bam Peril/Sora

Peril plans to keep it a secret for a little while longer but she spends 3 seconds around Clay and pretty much blurts it out

Clay, who wasn't even aware that Peril was a lesbian, is just "👁👄👁"

I wanna say Clay doesn't know what a lesbian is but in my canon Sunny is a lesbian so Starflight has already told him

Anyway he's super supportive

From that point Peril is sorta open about her sexuality?

Like, she gives Clay permission to tell the rest of the D.O.D bc she isn't about to risk being in front of them when they hear the news

(When Sunny starts actively seeking her out as a hang out buddy and Tsunami, Glory, and Starflight appear to tolerate her presence just a bit more afterwards she pretends she isn't confused by the change)

She's pink, white, and blue bc I said so

If you look at a certain angle in the right lighting her eyes, mouth, fire, and under her scales all look purple

But her fire is normally white and blue bc I said so

Also she pale as fuck bc in my canon their fire just sorta burns their colour away

You know how you leave something outside for too long and it gets sunbleached? Where it gets all washed out?

Like that but more extreme

By the age of 10-12 firescale dragons are just white with pale eyes

That's right not even the eyes are safe

Ram horns :P

I'm also fond of Peril/Sunny

Or maybe Peril/Sora/Sunny

But Peril/Sora is the main thing

On the topic of that bringing in my hc that if one sib in a sib group is fire resistant all of them are

She,,, She can change her scale colour

But only slightly and only if her emotions are strong enough

Bc I don't give a fuck about Darkstalker's scroll we were robbed of hybrid Peril

Unfortunately all of Peril's emotions are strong

Rainwing ruff along her head and neck

It's like a hood

It's mainly smoothed to her sides but when she's startled it flares out

RAINWING PUPILS

Y'all will know what those look like as soon as I get off my ass :P

She,,, She can mimic bird cries

Hates the summer

She has more than enough body heat already and the outside is just hot enough to add on and make her feel sick

She can somewhat control her heat but most of the time it's based on her emotions

It can go from standing-in-the-middle-of-a-burning-building-cant-see-your-nose-smoke-is-so-thick heat (Strong emotion) to Hey-thats-a-nice-cozy-campfire heat (Calm/"weak" emotion/Sleeping)

I'm just gonna make a different post with all my Peril hcs cuz there isnt enough room for all of them here

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dayuwritings · 4 years ago

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Paraiba Tourmaline Sacrifices (Part 1)

Rating: Young Adult/YA

Fandom: Psycho Pass

Relationship: Ginoza Nobuchika/Shimotsuki Mika

Characters: Ginoza Nobuchika, Shimotsuki Mika, Frederica Hanashiro, Kei Mikhail Ignatov, Shindo Arata, Kougami Shinya, Sugo Teppei

Language: English

Part: 2

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How odd.

Not wanting to waste her time any longer, Shimotsuki Mika calls one of her subordinate. But the person who is now several miles away from her doesn’t pick up the call. It is getting late, and it is out of the schedule plan. It’s sunday, most people probably stay at their house or go out with their family or friends enjoying their day off. But a crime doesn’t care of your beloved day off, it strikes whenever it wants, like it or not. Nearly five hours ago, she rechieved a report to investigate a murder case inside a jewelry shop. She handed it to Division One as it fits with the capability of the aimed division. Their last conversation happened four hours ago, and she hasn’t received further progress from them. According to the report she received, the owner of the jewelry shop is an immigrant from Sri Lanka. She has a hunch that this case will involve The Ministry of Foreign Affairs’s Suppressing Action Departement, or easily known as “S.A.D”. Their involvement is what worries her. She wonders if her subordinates have bumped into them. It’s nothing serious, but she has personal grudge with their assistant officer, who took away her ex-subordinates from her, most of all those who actually capable, and even though she doesn’t want to admit it, her trusted one.

The case is about a murder of an immigrant shop owner, Ranuvitha Semel, who is suspected on having a connection to the black market. The suspect is his own business partner. Ranuvitha used to sells jewelry, as he born from a country which famous of its gemstone. The current missions is to investigate Ranuvitha Semel himself, his business, the person who is suspected as his murderer and lastly, the black market itself. His action on doing such a business without Sibyl noticing is definitely odd. At first, some suspected him as a criminally asyptomatic, before it got debunked as his records shows that he is an ordinary man. The report came after a suspicious actions regarding the business and their sudden increase on purchase numbers.

Several hours later, she finally gets a call. The words on the screen pops up, it’s inspector Kei Mikhail Ignatov.

“How is it?” she asks.

“We are still investigating the matter, inspector Arata just contacted analyst Karanomori to track the suspect after we found out that the now deceased owner of the shop, Ranuvitha Semel, is indeed related with the black market which connected with several countries, including Sri Lanka itself, as his supplier and business partner” the man answers.

“He is a first generation immigrant, all document that isn’t registered and connected with his previous life must still be there—“

“That’s the problem, the suspect took it together with a gemstone, paraiba tourmaline” he adds.

“And how is that possible?”

“We are too late to stop the suspect, I supposed—“

“YOU!” she yells and continues,

“Such a thing like this happened because of your incapability! are you two taking this seriously or not?!”

“We are going to track him down right now, I won’t let such a thing happens again” he says with a sigh.

“AS YOU SHOULD!” she ends the call abruptly, and leans on her chair. She takes a deep breath, and tries to control her anger, which is difficult. While she still controlling her emotions, a video call pops up,

“How is there?” says a woman with honey-blonde hair while smiling teasingly to the screen. The person she wishes to see the least today. Hanashiro Frederica, an Assistant Officer of Suppressing Action Departement.

“What do you want?!”

“How’s your team doing?” Frederica smiles, but Shimotsuki knows so well what’s behind that smile.

“We are still investigating, and if you and your guys interfere our process, I won’t stay still” Shimotsuki says while pointing her finger to the screen.

“Well, too bad because my people already down there. You know that this also be a case for Ministry of Fereign Affairs” Frederica says. Of course Shimotsuki knows that, but she despises every involvement that come from MoFA. Once again, because of her personal grudge and her dislikeness towards Hanashiro Frederica. The woman on the screen continues,

“Now then, let’s share informations don’t we?” her smile fades, and her voice becomes more serious. But Shimotsuki can’t give anything as her team failed to capture the suspect and now playing Tom and Jerry on the road. She doesn’t want to admit that to her, she’s furious with her current situation, but she tries to be professional.

“My team are still investigating the matter, and if you want information, go ask the people from your own department” she cuts the video call, and returns leaning on her chair. It takes several minutes until she comes back focusing with her own tasks.

It’s getting late, and the sky becomes darker. On the street, behind those wall, and under the bridge, something is creeping. In the world under Sibyl System, Japan has turned into something else. It is peace, but it is also hides monstrosity. It says that people who lives in Japan are good people, because every people with bad personality went to jail, or just, ‘gone’. But who says that good people can’t hate? Who thinks that good people can’t kill? Good people can do what bad people do. It’s just that when they do them, they call it justice. At least, that’s come from a book she ever read before.

Shimotsuki plans to go home, but she hasn’t received anything from her subordinates, so she decides to stay longer in the office. But she’s too impatient, so she calls them instead,

“Progr—“ she says but her words get cuts,

“Chief, what a coincidence I just plan to reach you” the man says, he’s Inspector Shindo Arata.

“Continue…”

“We have captured the suspect, he’s unconscious now. We also collected some evidences regarding his business and it’s connection with the black market…” Arata explains.

“And…?”

“Ranuvitha Semel didn’t know that he was doing a business with a black market, that explain why his crime coefficient stays normal. The black market is hiding under a registered company with the name ‘Hidaka Corporation’, which also the main supplier for a big production company” he adds,

“Big company?” she murmur, “—how is the product, anything strange?” she asks.

“Nothing suspicious with the mass products, but for valuable items like jewelry and gemstone we found out that they mixed unlicensed chemical powder with the gemstone, which can dissolve when you mixed with certain degree of hot water, and um…other things that is now being analyzed by Karanomori Shion-san” a drugs. So they sells gemstones as disguise through a jewelry store to their consumers. That answers the question on why the number of purchases increases for something that people don’t often buy.

“Have you investigate the customers?” she asks.

“We got the data already, and I’ll send them to you”

“Alright, now get back to the office and brings the evidence from the black market”

“Well about that, Chief…” Arata says, nervously.

“We are now with the Suppressing Action Departement from Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and they asked for the evidence for further investigation purp—“

“HAH?! NO THEY ARE NOT!”

“Stay right there and don’t let them move any inch! I’ll go to your current location!” Shimotsuki takes her bag and runs towards the lift across her office.

***

Shimotsuki starts her car and sets it to auto-pilot, while she calls towards Frederica Hanashiro.

“I know you will call me” the woman from other side says, she’s still at her office just like when she called her in the evening.

“If you know then stop your people from snatching away of what supposed to be mine!”

“I see, you are on your way to them right? Then I don’t have to bring myself there, one of us is enough” she smiles, and it’s testing Shimotsuki’s patience once again.

“You are not answering me!”

“Ara, in the end the upper will ask us to investigate it after all” Frederica says,

“Then it’s them to decide and not you!”

“We will invite you to our office to discuss this, take this as a request from The Ministry of Foreign Affairs to negotiate with you”

“And if I refuse?”

“We will apply for a request again” Frederica smirks, she knows that she will get that no matter what. Shimotsuki knows damn well that shes’s that kind of person. And she hates it. At the moment like this, she sometimes wondering what will her senior will do. But thinking about Tsunemori Akane only frustrated her. Not that she hates her, she used too, but as time passes by, Akane is the only senior she looks up onto, and one of people she care for. Even now.

Shimotsuki arrives at the location, the whole Division One is there, also three people from Suppressing Action Departement. Including him. Her trusted one.

She gets out from her car, staring at her subordinates and then to S.A.D. Shindo Arata and Kei Mikhail Ignatov comes to her, and giving her a ‘salute’ pose. She responds to them, and stares back to S.A.D. Her ex-subordinates, Sugo Teppei, walks towards her. She knows what he going to say, but still letting him to say it himself.

“Our chief invited you for a meeting with us to discuss this matter” he says calmly, and he adds

“Just you” Shimotsuki sighs.

“What?” says Kei, feeling unacceptable. And before he shouts at Sugo, Shimotsuki stops him,

“I only accept the offer if you let my two inspectors attending the meeting, other than that, I decline” she says, Sugo looks at his team mates, and they nod to each others.

“Very well” he answers.

They hold the meeting in the meeting room inside the Ministry of Foreign Affairs tower. The room is quiet spacious for a room with just one medium-size coffee table, two big and small dark brown couches. The room is sets with warm temperature since it strats snowing outside. There is three huge windows covered the wall and exposing the outside which is now dark and various color of lights from the city starts appearing. Outside, people are selling Christmas ornaments and cookies. She just realizes that it’s Christmas eve tonight. Shimotsuki didn’t celebrate Christmas last year, she off for work. And it’s looks like it will not be any different for this year too. Even though, she doesn’t really mind, but the longing to rest and relax her mind are strong. The S.A.D team enters the room, it looks like they have been discussing something for a while, but letting the guests waiting while you are the one who invited them quite irritates Shimotsuki.

“You sure took a while” Shimotsuki says as they enters the room.

“Paradon us, we are discussing something”

“Do mind it, my side also has something to do too” she says with annoyed tone.

“Well then, let’s get into the business” Frederica says as she glances towards a man with pony-tail, Ginoza Nobuchika. The man nods, and shares a file to all people in the room. They opens it through their device. The screen shows several profiles of immigrants and also Japanese citizens.

“Let me explain what our side purpose and need is. Before this, we are currently investigating some certain immigrants and Japanese citizens who are involved with the black market under the company of Hidaka Corporation and their connection to a big production company. But we found no evidence since they are using normal products to big company. We try to investigate Hidaka Hikoichi, who is currently the CEO of Hidaka Corporation, but found out he knows nothing regarding the black market under his own company, which was proven right. Until we got a report of suspicious action from a jewelry shop that runs by immigrant. We suspected it has something to do with our previous case of black market under Hidaka Corporation. We can’t continue to progress our previous case without evidence, now that this case brings it, we offer you a help and reach for a bigger goal” he explains.

“How is that profitable to our side?” Shimotsuki says, she frowns. He chuckles and continues,

“We believe MWPSB is a non-profit organization, and of course we will also give our collected reports regarding the Japanese citizens who works under Hidaka Corporation and connected with the black market to you” he adds.

“That is not apple to apple. I give you the evidence, you step further from where you are now, you give me the reports it only enrich my my final report to the higher ground” Shimotsuki says as she crosses her arms, staring at him. But the man who sits in front of her doesn’t shudder, instead he smiles at her. She doesn’t know what the meaning of it, but she doesn’t like it. That look he gives to her is somewhat saying that she’s only a kid who is yet to understand this kind of thing.

“Our report also consists regarding what inside the gemstone, since these people we have investigated might involved with the making of the fake gemstone. Each type of gemstone apparently represents different kind of drugs” he says calmly, still with the same smile.

“What do you mean?” Kei asks.

“This is still our assumptions, but if you accept the offer then you might prove our assumptions. For example we suspect they have cocaine for ruby, cannabis for aquamarine, and ecstasy for sapphire” Ginoza answers. This reminds Shimotsuki of what Inspector Kei mentioned before about paraiba tourmaline.

“There are several type of gemstones which Ranuvitha Semel offers, but according to our investigation, three or perhaps more types of them are connected with this case” Ginoza adds, while sending a file to Shimotsuki and her subordinates. Cocaine for ruby, cannabis for aquamarine, ecstasy for sapphire, and what’s for paraiba tourmaline? There is no tourmaline left, even when her team finally caught the suspect, the paraiba tourmaline has already gone.

Even though, she hates to admit it, she feels tempted. It shows all over her face.

“We can use this Chief” says Arata beside her.

“I can agree with that” Kei adds while looking at the report. Shimotsuki glances at Ginoza’s face, to make it more specific, his ‘winning’ face. Besides him, there is Hanashiro Frederica, who also shows the same expressions, while the other two, Shinya Kougami and Sugo Teppei stays with their unreadable faces. She finally comes to conclusion,

“Alright, i take the offer! With this we are now even, internal matters are our turf. Do not ever interfere with our matters again!” she sees Ginoza with a smirk on his face. She reaches her peak of patience.

“Alright, then it settled” Frederica says while getting up and walks leaving the room, follows by Shinya Kougami and Sugo Teppei.

“It’s nice to have a deal with you, kanshikan” Ginoza says, definitely on purpose.

“kanshikan—“ she murmur, then follows with ‘hmph!’ while leaving the room.

Outside the meeting room, Kougami walks towards Ginoza.

“What’s wrong” Ginoza asks, Kougami only gives a smile.

“Nothing, it’s just you seem enjoying yourself” Kougami says.

“What do you mean?”

“You seem enjoy teasing your own junior” he answers.

“She is not my junior, she is my superior”

“was” Kougami corrects him. He chuckles,

“Right, ‘was’”.

***

The snow is getting a little bit thicker, Shimotsuki is out of Ministry of Foreign Affairs building while watching over her two subordinates, Inspector Kei Mikhail Ignatov and Shindo Arata, leaves the place by car. A white smoke comes out from her mouth, she rubs her palm to warms herself as she walks towards her own car.

“Kanshikan” someone calls over her, and it is no doubt from whom the voice is. Ginoza approaches her while she is about to open the car’s door.

“Saying, kanshikan, are you trying to mock me?” she answers, almost like shouting at him.

“I never intend it like that” he lets out a small laughs.

“Then, what do you want from me now?” she asks, ignoring his laugh.

“Nothing, it’s just are you free tonight?”

“Why are you asking?” she stares at him dumbfoundly, but Ginoza doesn’t answer the question.

“I have to work tomorrow, now that you add more into my work lists” she adds while opens the car’s door but Ginoza suddenly holds the door and closes it back. Shimotsuki stares at him questioningly. He walks closer to her, and whispers to her ear

“Kanshikan, will you accompany me just for tonight?” his breaths feels so hot over her skin, and it gives her shivers.

“Wha-what are you doing?!” she yells while her face is blushing. But Ginoza stay still with his awkward position.

“What happens with you?” she asks once again, but more gentle than before, noticing his weird behavior. Something is wrong, she thinks.

“Alright then, just for tonight right” she says while pushes him from her. He lets out another chuckles, and lands a kiss on the left side of her lips.

“Thank you”

To be continue

(Author note: the book that mentioned in here is “Strange The Dreamer” by Laini Taylor. Thank you for reading!)

#PSYCHO PASS #Psycho-Pass #Ginoza Nobuchika #Shimotsuki Mika #GinoMika #Fanfiction #Romance #Mystery #Police

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papperpine · 5 years ago

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Paraiba Tourmaline Sacrifices (Part 1)

Rating: Young Adult/YA

Fandom: Psycho Pass

Relationship: Ginoza Nobuchika/Shimotsuki Mika

Characters: Ginoza Nobuchika, Shimotsuki Mika, Frederica Hanashiro, Kei Mikhail Ignatov, Shindo Arata, Kougami Shinya, Sugo Teppei

Language: English

Part: 2

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How odd.

Several hours later, she finally gets a call. The words on the screen pops up, it’s inspector Kei Mikhail Ignatov.

“How is it?” she asks.

“He is a first generation immigrant, all document that isn’t registered and connected with his previous life must still be there—“

“That’s the problem, the suspect took it together with a gemstone, paraiba tourmaline” he adds.

“And how is that possible?”

“We are too late to stop the suspect, I supposed—“

“YOU!” she yells and continues,

“Such a thing like this happened because of your incapability! are you two taking this seriously or not?!”

“We are going to track him down right now, I won’t let such a thing happens again” he says with a sigh.

“What do you want?!”

“How’s your team doing?” Frederica smiles, but Shimotsuki knows so well what’s behind that smile.

“We are still investigating, and if you and your guys interfere our process, I won’t stay still” Shimotsuki says while pointing her finger to the screen.

Shimotsuki plans to go home, but she hasn’t received anything from her subordinates, so she decides to stay longer in the office. But she’s too impatient, so she calls them instead,

“Progr—“ she says but her words get cuts,

“Chief, what a coincidence I just plan to reach you” the man says, he’s Inspector Shindo Arata.

“Continue…”

“We have captured the suspect, he’s unconscious now. We also collected some evidences regarding his business and it’s connection with the black market…” Arata explains.

“And…?”

“Big company?” she murmur, “—how is the product, anything strange?” she asks.

“Have you investigate the customers?” she asks.

“We got the data already, and I’ll send them to you”

“Alright, now get back to the office and brings the evidence from the black market”

“Well about that, Chief…” Arata says, nervously.

“We are now with the Suppressing Action Departement from Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and they asked for the evidence for further investigation purp—“

“HAH?! NO THEY ARE NOT!”

“Stay right there and don’t let them move any inch! I’ll go to your current location!” Shimotsuki takes her bag and runs towards the lift across her office.

***

Shimotsuki starts her car and sets it to auto-pilot, while she calls towards Frederica Hanashiro.

“I know you will call me” the woman from other side says, she’s still at her office just like when she called her in the evening.

“If you know then stop your people from snatching away of what supposed to be mine!”

“I see, you are on your way to them right? Then I don’t have to bring myself there, one of us is enough” she smiles, and it’s testing Shimotsuki’s patience once again.

“You are not answering me!”

“Ara, in the end the upper will ask us to investigate it after all” Frederica says,

“Then it’s them to decide and not you!”

“We will invite you to our office to discuss this, take this as a request from The Ministry of Foreign Affairs to negotiate with you”

“And if I refuse?”

Shimotsuki arrives at the location, the whole Division One is there, also three people from Suppressing Action Departement. Including him. Her trusted one.

“Our chief invited you for a meeting with us to discuss this matter” he says calmly, and he adds

“Just you” Shimotsuki sighs.

“What?” says Kei, feeling unacceptable. And before he shouts at Sugo, Shimotsuki stops him,

“I only accept the offer if you let my two inspectors attending the meeting, other than that, I decline” she says, Sugo looks at his team mates, and they nod to each others.

“Very well” he answers.

“You sure took a while” Shimotsuki says as they enters the room.

“Paradon us, we are discussing something”

“Do mind it, my side also has something to do too” she says with annoyed tone.

“How is that profitable to our side?” Shimotsuki says, she frowns. He chuckles and continues,

“What do you mean?” Kei asks.

Even though, she hates to admit it, she feels tempted. It shows all over her face.

“We can use this Chief” says Arata beside her.

“Alright, then it settled” Frederica says while getting up and walks leaving the room, follows by Shinya Kougami and Sugo Teppei.

“It’s nice to have a deal with you, kanshikan” Ginoza says, definitely on purpose.

“kanshikan—“ she murmur, then follows with ‘hmph!’ while leaving the room.

Outside the meeting room, Kougami walks towards Ginoza.

“What’s wrong” Ginoza asks, Kougami only gives a smile.

“Nothing, it’s just you seem enjoying yourself” Kougami says.

“What do you mean?”

“You seem enjoy teasing your own junior” he answers.

“She is not my junior, she is my superior”

“was” Kougami corrects him. He chuckles,

“Right, ‘was’”.

***

“Kanshikan” someone calls over her, and it is no doubt from whom the voice is. Ginoza approaches her while she is about to open the car’s door.

“Saying, kanshikan, are you trying to mock me?” she answers, almost like shouting at him.

“I never intend it like that” he lets out a small laughs.

“Then, what do you want from me now?” she asks, ignoring his laugh.

“Nothing, it’s just are you free tonight?”

“Why are you asking?” she stares at him dumbfoundly, but Ginoza doesn’t answer the question.

“Kanshikan, will you accompany me just for tonight?” his breaths feels so hot over her skin, and it gives her shivers.

“Wha-what are you doing?!” she yells while her face is blushing. But Ginoza stay still with his awkward position.

“What happens with you?” she asks once again, but more gentle than before, noticing his weird behavior. Something is wrong, she thinks.

“Alright then, just for tonight right” she says while pushes him from her. He lets out another chuckles, and lands a kiss on the left side of her lips.

“Thank you”

To be continue

(Author note: the book that mentioned in here is “Strange The Dreamer” by Laini Taylor. Thank you for reading!)

#Psycho Pass #Psycho-Pass #Ginoza Nobuchika #Shimotsuki Mika #GinoMika #Fanfiction #Romance #Mystery #Police

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agl03 · 5 years ago

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I admire you, not only for providing interesting theories & a fun, positive fandom space, but for your courage dealing w illness & doing all you can to protect your family. Don't mind those who think you're over-reacting to the pandemic - they haven't experienced serious illness or loss (yet) & can't/don't want to imagine it. Anyone taking things more seriously makes it harder for them to pretend everything's "normal". Sad they'll have to make mistakes & suffer in order to learn (to be cont.)

May I say your kids are very lucky to have you. I'd like to think my parents would've kept me home safe w virtual learning but I begged them to be homeschooled when I was bullied & miserable ("just ignore it. you don't need friends anyway") & loved Disney so much (read all the Walt bios & history) & begged to go to Disneyland/World - but they had no interest (no good excuse like a pandemic :P). I would've loved parents who encouraged creativity & play, as well as health & safety. You rock! :)

Hi Anon,

Thank you s very much!

The fandom, answering asks, doing metas and theories are really what helps get me through the recovery. It helps take my mind off of things for a little bit and when I sit down to do them it keeps me down like I’m supposed to be right now. Its also a scary and eye opening experience to be laying in a bed in the ICU and being told now close you were to not making it. That when my husband took me to the hospital and those quick hugs goodbye I gave them could have been the last time I’d seen them.

For my mental heath I’ve had to get off of my other Social Media. There is only so much seeing my friends being absolute idiots I can take before I say something naughty.

Something my husband and I have always big on is we are a team coming to parenting the kids. In that we work together but we don’t keep score. Because right now he’s doing so much more of the physical day to day stuff. While I manage fun small things like doing their nails, hair, and smaller projects like doing a planter box.

The decision to keep our kids home for Virtual wasn’t that hard We knew our state was going to explode, we knew any mask mandates would be met with massive resistance. it was only a matter of time. We also made sure to include the kids in the decision and address any of their concerns that they might have about it. For those who have met my oldest you know she is a very social girl, she talks to anyone and everyone. And we were concerned about the impact of the social aspect of it. But the kids agreed that the’ll get contact via the web and that keep me and their brother safe was more important. If things have calmed down at the semester we will put them back in.

My mom still gives me odd looks when I tell her we are going on vacation to a con or Disney for the 30th time. But its my happy place (and part of my IRL job). It was when my father was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s that we started wanting to give the kids experiences rather than ‘things’ for things like their birthday or Christmas. Because we only get so long t make those memories with them. With my dad my kids were one of the first to go, he didn’t know them or remember them and that was heartbreaking. But I and the kids have those memories (and a picture) of my daughter on his shoulders, one between grandpa and grandma holding hands and on on the other side with grandmas other hand. walking down Main Street in Disney World My husband and I held back and cried as I captured that beautiful once in a lifetime moment. That was the last vacation we got with him.

I feel very bad that their Christmas present got cancelled (wondercon) and they said they didn’t want birthday parties, instead they wanted to go to Disneyland for Halloween. Its amazing when you do the math that the trip came out cheaper. That one isn’t looking too good so i do have I think I’m on plan r at this point to go to Wondercon and Disneyland in March with a lot f first time experiences.

TLDR: Find the person that not only you love but will be your partner in this too. Do what you love know matter what anyone else thinks about it. And remember even though everyone else out there might be being stupid you can control what happens in your home, where you go, and who you let in. There is nothing wrong with a sign on the door that says we are in a Pandemic, if I don’t know you are coming, this door will not be opened.

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OC Ships / Ship Dynamics

For whatever reason I fizzled out mid-writing so I had to power through last night to try to follow through what I wanted to ramble about Valentine’s Day night. Probably full of typos and incoherence once you hit the Harriet X Anne section onwards, but I’m not proofreading for typos cause brain frustrated trying to spit this out into words so WHATEVER TAKE HERE IT AND SHIP THE CHARACTERS hopefully

If the ship title is wrapped in “*“ it means it’s a canonical ship in the main canon story of said OCs. Also since AUs will be mentioned, if a specific sentence is wrapped with “*“ it means its a specific thing to the canon story and may not be consistent in AUs.

LETS GO

*Terra X Kayla*

My first OC ship so one of the ones closest to my heart. The serious-chivalrous X bubbly-princess kind of ship (Xena/Gabrielle and Lucia/Sumire are good comparisons). Terra sees Kayla as as an innocent woman that needs to be protected *though Kayla in reality is plenty capable of taking care of herself, and may not be as naive/innocent as Terra thinks*. Despite Kayla’s capabilities, Kayla fantasizes being swept off her feet by Terra as if Terra were a prince charming- but quickly learning Terra’s boundaries she does not force those fantasies onto Terra. Do not mistake Kayla’s damsel-esque fantasies to mean she would not protect Terra in return, if Terra is truly threatened Kayla is far scarier *and more powerful* than Terra could ever be.

*A lot of their developing relationship is them realizing that they both have severe scars from major points of their childhoods, that though both coped with it very differently, they are not so different in many regards.*

Kayla is very physically affectionate, at least having body-to-body contact, hand/arm holding, and if able, rubbing her face against her s/o. Terra’s affection is more aloof but shows her affection by wanting to at least be in the same room/space as Kayla, *craft/curate magical items/trinkets with Kayla in mind* and at times when lost in thought/focus sometimes ends up catching herself stimming via twirling Kayla’s hair in her hands. I could nonetheless see Terra potentially caressing Kayla’s face with her hand though less common.

More direct affection between them is show via kunik kisses (rubbing/touching their noses together), less so actual lip to lip kissing though it happens rarely.

Among the ship complexes they are one of the least sexual of the ships, though among the Terra related ships its the one where I could most likely see Terra having sex (despite Terra not being a sexually driven person); being that Kayla is extremely respectful of Terra’s set boundaries and Terra wanting to please Kayla best she can.

*Riivar X Demauria*

*Their relationship starts as an unofficial Royal X Guard relationship, even though it’s purely for the title and not cause Riivar needs protection*. Between Riivar’s very flirty sexually open nature, and Demauria’s tsundere-esque will-not-admit-she-has-high-sexual-drive/attraction nature, this ship is very sexually tense even though a lot of their starting relationship doesn’t even remotely have sex involved (Riivar doesn’t even make any sexual moves on Demauria as she does not want to make Demauria uncomfortable, rather it’s Demauria later on that makes the move).

Demauria sees Riivar as a tall powerful, confident, knows-what-she-wants-in-life person, and eventually seeks to understand how she came to be so *since a lot of Demauria’s character arc is about finding her drive/purpose in life*. Riivar sees Demauria as a small almost-child that needs room/space/resources and love to grow *though later in the story believes she is not the one that can give enough for Demauria as she feels Demauria has outgrown the need for Riivar*.

Riivar is very open and affectionate and is all about pleasing her partner however her s/o wishes, so as such tries to keep Demauria as comfortable as possible, and only pushes Dema out of her comfort zone is she believes it’s something of benefit to Demauria. Demauria in contrast is very closeted in her emotions, and struggles to regulate them; though she likes the affection she is prone to snapping at Riivar, as such she tries to be more aloof to avoid accidentally snapping at Riivar altogether, as she does not want to hurt the very person doing so much for her. It takes a long time for Demauria to open up and better manage some of her more major intense emotions.

Relationship-wise Demauria wants to try to take the lead but is often strongly outshone by Riivar though not intended.

Among the canon ships this is one of the ships I’ve wanted to drop canonization of; being that I struggle to read/predict how the two interact with each other, plus though unintended there is an accidental power dynamic between Riivar/Demauria that I don’t like (some of it is Riivar having more experience, some of it is that *the canon story has Riivar in the position of hero / good summaratin, which puts Dema in almost a child-like position*), despite my attempts to remove/nullify said power dynamic.

*Harriet X Anne*

This ship is relatively new as far as canon ships go and I keep beating around the bush when it comes to Anne (as a character and her motives etc.) so excuse the disservice of how short this may be for them. Chivalrous Prince X Princess, but in contrast to Terra X Kayla, the energy is reversed; Harriet is the more energetic/open “prince” while Anne is the more aloof “princess”. Probably the ship with the most pining of the 3 canonical ships; Both hold each other with utmost respect.

Harriet puts a lot of effort in treating Anne like a lady when she’s not treating her like a “partner” (non-romantically), which just absolutely squeezes Anne’s heart. A huge arc in their relationship is putting trust that they can help each other in their times of need, being both have a habit if shouldering responsibilities on their individual selves instead of taking the helping hand. I originally was gonna give Harriet a rivalrous energy with Anne at the start of their story, but Anne ended up becoming much much softer/gentler of a character than initially planned, so it became a gentle chivalrous/comradic energy towards instead.

Harriet X Terra

One of the non-canon ships I think about a lot. I think a lot of it is my enjoyment for seeing Harriet’s feathers getting ruffled by Terra being very attractive in Harriet’s eyes w/o Terra even caring or doing any effort to be so. So yes, the majority of the variations of this ship are rivalrous, whether it is or not really depends Harriet and the context of the AU and how they meet.

In the DnD and MHW AUs for example, Harriet treats/sees Terra in a “broski” sense since they meet each other in a more socially null environment, while most other AUs (and for that matter even in the canon main story where they aren’t a ship) they meet indirectly while in their own social cliches, leading to Harriet to quickly see/treat Terra as a rival/nemesis, due to feeling Terra as a threat to her social/romantic spotlight. It doesn’t help either that Harriet likes to be the center of attention and Terra by no direct fault of her own has a presence that “robs” that of Harriet when the eyes turn to Terra instead.

Terra on the other hand sees Harriet dismissively at the start of their ship/non-ship stories, changing to either “an interesting person” when seeing Harriet’s skills/specialities/morals, or to “a loud nuisance” when Harriet is attempting to instigate competitions/fights with Terra. Later in said ships Terra tends to grow a respect for Harriet even though they don’t entirely play to the same tune.

Interestingly I think they’d both try to get along quicker if they both saw some of the similarities in each other; one being they both will risk their necks to protect other women in their somewhat chivalrous ways, the other being my not-officially-canon-yet-cause-hesitancy is both of them being Autistic (Terra leaning more to the what people expect, while Harriet is not what one would expect- but “how/why my OCs are/should be canonically Autistic, writtern by their creator who is also Autistic” is for a different ramble).

One thing I enjoy is thinking about the point of the ship where Terra may start to open up to Harriet and show her more vulnerable side (either out of long term built trust or out of bad luck / inconvenience if they are earlier yet in the ship) and Harriet being outright disarmed by it. Tbh a lot of this ship is Harriet getting disarmed by Terra in various ways.

Kayla X Demauria

A ship I initially did not think of till a friend drew fanart of it, but has since become a nice one for me. Kayla’s bubbly friendliness/openness and Demauria’s cold angry/pissyness is a grand contrast. Demauria is a lot more aggressive with Kayla than with Riivar (whether that being in the “make the first move” sense or actual behaviour) *which is a lil ironic if you learn towards the canon story where Demauria is actually scared of Kayla’s capabilities hidden under the warm smile*. Despite Dema being the more “aggressive” one I like to think they are on equal grounds as far so “who make the first move” since Kayla is very physically affectionate.

Also while Dema is more closeted with Riivar even when they become a couple, I like to follow my friend’s headcanon that Demauria would be much more physically/sexually open to Kayla than she is in the Riivar ship.

While I don’t have much for ship AUs between the two compared to the others, my one favourite that sometimes comes to my mind is an AU of an AU; the College/roomates AU where they are crushing over Terra and Riivar only to instead fall for each other instead of their crushes during the time they try to pursue them (if you are familiar with the Toradora anime you will sort of know what I mean by that).

Riivar/Abbey X Harriet

Do I mean Riivar or Abbey or do I mean a poly ship? The Answer is both, also it is categorized together as the results would be very similar whether it’s Riivar, Abbey, or both being together with Harriet. One word; SPICY! While Terra X Harriet is indulgent for me storywise/emotionally, this ship here is tbh is the steamy kind of indulgence and I both apologize and don’t apologize for it.

Harriet has a huge celebrity crush on Riivar (both canonically and in several AUs), and while Harriet never meets Abbey in canon I would like to believe Harriet would be just as weak for Abbey as she is with Riivar. Both Riivar and Abbey would find Harriet absolutely adorable and too fun to tease/please.

Riivar is all about giving her partner comfortable pleasure, while Abbey is more one to be a lil sadistic with her partner(s) liking to bite or give a lil pain to the pleasure if her partner allows. So unsurprisingly such a combo put upon Harriet is quite fun, as she can just crumble into a mess from so much as a pretty girl smiling at her, much less two VERY pretty/beautiful women going ALL-IN as far as seduction/flirtation goes.

As I said, this ship is VERY indulgent even if imo it is one of my shallowest ships.

Kayla X Kal

Almost forgot this one when posting but is one I CANNOT IGNORE; a ship between Kayla and my friend Shiro’s OC Kal. THEY’D BE SO CUTE TOGETHER AND IM GLAD SHIRO LOWKEY SHIPS IT TOO. Kal flexing her muscles to flirt with Kayla? Kayla absolutely losing it / swooning cause she is a woman who loves beefy ladies? YES PLEASE. Also Kayla being stronger than she looks catching Kal by surprise is a hella nice bonus too.

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a collaborative rp case study

I’m Jupiter, 22, she/her, and I’ll start off by preluding: I’m looking for something a little bit unique. As a writer and an individual with a debatably strong penchant for escapism, I’m interested in having an enhanced collaborative storytelling experience as opposed to just rping with someone in the most basic sense of the term. (p.s I know that sounds kind of pretentious, but it’s honestly the best way I can think to describe it. Please read the entire post if you think you might be interested). CONTACT: Hit me up on discord, my tag is: jupiter ☾#4165 Ideally, I want to find a long term roleplay partner I can consistently roleplay with in a one-on-one setting. Someone willing to get creative. This could be a fandom rp, an original rp, or something in between that evolves into its own thing at some point—whatever works best, but I’m looking for someone passionate about telling stories and performing character studies, someone willing to go the extra mile. I have two years of narrative roleplaying experience and I also have tabletop experience. I’m seeking versatility, so you would have to be somewhat open to playing multiple characters and have the desire to work together to craft a story. I’ll be honest, the roleplay would be a bit of a commitment, as I’m looking to invest in multiple avenues of experimental roleplay: 1) verbal—where we roleplay over a call and stretch our acting/improv muscles 2) narrative—standard third person long/short form roleplay 3) virtual—text conversation format roleplay like messages between characters and (sometimes) even their social media (i.e tweets they might write, instagram pictures they might upload). If you consider yourself a writer, or an actor, or even a keen storyteller--this might be something that interests you. I’m looking for someone around my age group (19-25), preferably interested in exploring queer relationships, (m/m & w/w) are what I roleplay best, but as a bisexual person I would not be entirely opposed to the occasional straight pairing as well, if done right. I’d also like to clarify that ERP/NSFW roleplay is off the table unless our plots naturally evolve in that direction, and if/when they do, I’d still prefer to keep that sort of thing to a minimum—written in narrative format and done subtly and mainly to explore the characters’ feelings and overall development instead of for smut purposes. I’m looking to conduct a roleplay exercise that borders on acting/portraying characters and their varying relationships, so ERP won’t ever be a highly explored avenue in my rps, let alone the main focus. The pitch is, we can create a private discord server for the rp, make spotify playlists, have an art channel since I’d love to draw our characters, post handcrafted memes and come up with other miscellaneous aspects that’ll add to the overall experience. We could have the rp be in an episodic + seasonal format, like a TV show, or chapter-by-chapter, depending on whatever makes the most sense. I want to explore angst, fluff, slow-burn, hurt/comfort - all those good fanfiction tropes, in a slice of life setting with a twist (think: twin peaks, night vale, dark academia, college AUs, the anime not-your-average-high-schooler trope etc and certain borrowed YA elements meshed with adult perspectives). I’m currently in an Asian timezone, so I'd prefer someone who could be flexible in terms of hours. We would be roleplaying on our own time, but I’d prefer for us to be at least semi-active and engage with each other frequently, hopefully grow to be friends ooc because it’s essentially a back&forth rp case study and that can be awkward or even difficult unless you’re comfortable with the other person and we set our boundaries early on. We’d have to talk and plan some stuff out so that we’re on the same page before we even consider getting started, but once we do, I’m hoping it’ll lead to a pretty cool hobby. It’s a lot, but I swear I’ve had this thought in the back of my mind for sometime now, and I know it could evolve into something amazing if I can find someone who’d like to collaborate with me on this. So if this completely shot-in-the-dark idea appeals to you, don’t hesitate to reach out and we can figure the rest out from there. Thanks!

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endymionstudies · 5 years ago

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can i ask your advice on how to keep social relationships (friendship/romance) going during a social isolation period! obv i know everyone is struggling w this rn, but i would love to hear your thoughts even if you don't have any advice. :)

this is definitely probably the single thing ive struggled with the most since starting this. im an ambivert, so within my groups i am extremely social, and im very contact oriented, so being isolated is lowkey destroying me. i live with my grandmother and our cat so im not alone-alone, but she’s not a great social partner, unfortunately.

for both friendship and romance: it’s all about the communication between you and them. you should already have comfortable communication and being able to vocalize your needs, especially with a romantic partner. my bf isn’t great with it, but he knows how much being able to hear him means to me, so especially now, he makes an extra effort to be social with me. so:

talk to them. use facetime, or zoom, or discord, or whatever else. keep group chats running. just knowing someone else is on the other end takes a lot of the pressures of isolation off of you. it’s why ive been so active on tumblr/discord lately, because those are my main sources of socialization.

video chat or call. texting is dry, and can sometimes make you feel too alone because of the lack of noise another person creates. my house doesnt have a lot of ambient noise from people (only the tv and the birds/frogs outside), so it gets really quiet and lonely here sometimes. my bf knows this, so oftentimes if he’s not actively doing something or his parents arent busy and need quiet, he’ll call me on facetime just so we can sit on the call together. we dont have to talk, but especially for me, just being able to hear him shift around or the clicking of his video game remotes is really comforting and reminds me that even though he’s not physically touchable, there’s still someone here next to me.

discover new communities. branch out! if you only run in one or two circles, you’ll end up feeling isolated within them. if youre picking up a new hobby (which i greatly encourage), join some groups for that! tumblr is really good about having micro communities for stuff like cooking, crafts, books, games, tv shows, whatever else. you’ll make new friends pretty easily, and have something to do! you can also find other groups through platforms like twitter or reddit.

make a point of checking in on your friends/family. i try and reach out to every single group im in every day, not only for my own socialization, but for everyone else too. we’re all struggling, and it makes a difference to know that someone is invested in your wellbeing. keep up with everyone and how theyre doing. everyone needs to know theyre remembered right now.

play games together. if you have games with multiplayer functions, make a point of meeting up with others to play together! its a great form of proxy socialization. my friends and i are trying to set up a minecraft server so we can hang out together and do something. if its single player, you can call and play it side by side! my roommate and i are both playing the 100 baby challenge for the sims, and so every now and then we’ll call and update each other on how our sims are doing, and who’s farther ahead in the challenge.

help out where you can. if you have the availability and the ability, help out in your local community. a lot of elderly and vulnerable people are very scared right now, and doing things like volunteering for grocery or medical shopping/delivery, or donating blood (there is currently an +extreme shortage to national and regional blood banks). if you belong to a religious organization or other such community that is doing check in/social calls to the elderly, consider offering your support. it’s good for you and for them.

remember that it’s okay to be lonely. this is very, very hard for people. we dont know how this will change. if you can stabilize yourself now and acclimate to your situation, preparing yourself for the long term, it will make things much easier in the long run. don’t lose hope. don’t cut yourself off. take care of yourself, and take care of others. reach out. we’re going to be fine! my inbox is always open if anyone ever needs a friend or just someone to talk with. it’s important, more than ever right now, to stay in contact with others.

#advice #coronavirus #coronavirus adventures #Anonymous

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gijsjer · 5 years ago

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Why i dont like Meghan

Once the story broke of Harry dating, I genuinely was happy for him. He deserved a nice ,well rounded .strong lady in his life. Never heard of Meghan, did not know anything about her, her career, nothing. So i was neutral on her.

Than the engagement was announced, and curious as i am , i watched. I, by then, did do a few google searches on her, nothing too terrible came up, so i still was neutral to her.

While watching the interview, i got annoyed: she kept overtalking and it seemed rehearsed..her comment that she did not know about who he was, bugged me. I dont know how Harry is in real life either but you knew about his family, his role like every one else did. Does that mean you truly know someone? Absolutely not, that is what the dating period is for; to get to know someone, their values,their morals, their view on life and even after that period, each day you learn something new about your partner, if you are truly interested in him/ her.In my opinion, they moved too fast and i did not understand why they needed to rush things. At this point: media was still positive on them, apart from the info on her side of the family. So i looked into that too. And again i did not understand: mr Markle seemed a loving dad who paid for her education, supported her career, yet news on him was negative. Here i like to give a tiny bit of personal info; i grew up in an abusive home with a narcissistic father, his main goal was to hurt, divide, abuse the people he claimed to love. I decided to leave at age 21, got diagnosed w complex ptsd which is like “ normal” ptsd it differs on the lenght of the trauma. Normally ppl have 1 event that causes their ptsd, in my case it was 20 years of different kinds of trauma’s back to back. It was hell! It took me 10 yrs of therapy, got to cut off all contact to protect myself and my sanity, yet still i have flashbacks, still i get triggered.. Given my backstory, plus the info i found online about mm and her fathers relationship, it felt so cold , so wrong for her to treat him like that. Ofcourse we dont know everything that happened in their private life, but i trulywished to have a supportive parent in my life...i m not going to give a rundown on all the events happen: since we all know what and how, maybe even why.But her behavior became erratic; i noticed the start of it during the fake ancy. I still don’t understand why the 6 th in line needs a pr team.....If you hate the media as much as you say you do, don’t entertain them.You know as a member of the royal family, you will get news coverage, some how. You also know as a royal; you dont talk politics, private life, you do your royal duties, get paid and go home. ( i think). By now the stories were 50/50 both negative and positive. Although i could not imagine staff, friends, relatives making up stories to make her look bad. There has to be some truth to it. And than it clicked for me: MM acted like my father, in public he was an awesome warm, funny guy, behind closed doors , he could have learned the devil some tricks to use....once i saw Harry s demeanor changed, he looked scruffy, unkept, old and unhappy, yet he was happy and cool once away from her. And even that I recognized: i switched personalties too. Me at home, scared, quiet and alone. Outside a happy go lucky girl. Maybe im over analyzing, maybe im too focussed on this debacle, maybe i want to see things that are not true or mere assumptions that fit my narrative. Its possible. Yet it is also possible that im right, that Harry is in an abusive relationship w a narcissist. If so i feel deeply sorry for him and the child. I know the hard work he is up for to overcome the abuse. I know he will question himself, his sanity, his recollection of events.. all the broken relationships which might not be fixable...

Not sure what to make on the “ conspiracy theories” that make their rounds, not sure if it was all a set up.It, again , is a possibility , but im not going into that. I observe people, i look at body language. I have a sixth sense for liars and i cant stand fake people, so even though i dont like the new woke version of Harry, i know he deserves happiness and genuine love AND i know MM cant give him that....

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foryouandbits · 5 years ago

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WIP - The Cold

So @bardofspades had a really good idea that since OMGCP as a comic will be finishing up in April, we should in some way post a WIP to get it out there and hopefully resurge our community a little bit.

I signed up for a reverse bang in early 2019 with the thought that I could not only write a fic based on someone’s art in a short amount of time, but I could do it with a newborn baby, AND I could do it for a ship I’ve never written before. What I learned from that was a) writing with a newborn is hard, b) writing a ship outside your comfort zone is hard, and c) I absolutely cannot write a fully-fledged fic from inception to posting on someone else’s timeline.

I still feel guilty about having to drop out of this bang and I promised myself I would write this someday. That someday may still happen, but in the meantime, here is the introduction and 1.5K summary of a NurseyDex fic I never finished, where the frogs + Farmer are glaciologists studying the effects of climate change on glaciers in Antarctica. Hope you enjoy this peek into my writing process - every fic I’ve ever written starts with this type of summary that turns into the posted story you read.

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C.Chow I hope you don't mind us messaging you like this. Your dean gave us your contact info.

C.Chow We read your paper on glacial decay in Antarctica (and LOVED it!) and wanted to know if you had already planned another trip to study irreversible decline?

W.Poindexter Thanks. I haven't planned another trip. My research partner moved to Arizona to study geology.

C.FarmerChow We proposed a research study of the same topic to our university and they're willing to send us for two weeks in early January, before classes start. If you could swing another trip by then, we'd love if you could accompany us.

C.Chow I'm Chris by the way. Dr. Chris Chow.

C.FarmerChow I'm Dr. Caitlin Chow. If you want to look me up, my research is under Caitlin Farmer.

W.Poindexter Let me guess. Just married?

C.FarmerChow A month now. They just updated my email.

W.Poindexter Congrats.

C.Chow Thanks!

W.Poindexter I haven't brought up the return to my university yet, but I know they'd support another project. This is interesting timing, though. I just got an email from someone else yesterday about the same thing.

C.FarmerChow Oh really? From who?

W.Poindexter Dr. Derek Nurse at Columbia. I haven't responded to him yet.

C.Chow I've heard of him! He's got a cool paper on ablation zones on some glaciers in Canada.

W.Poindexter Yeah I read it. It was interesting.

W. Poindexter Where are you guys thinking of going?

C.FarmerChow Taylor Glacier and Blood Falls, probably. I recently read that Taylor was classified as irreversible.

W.Poindexter Let me see if I can swing it.

W.Poindexter And if Dr. Nurse wants to go.

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UNEDITED SUMMARY

General Story Summary: Chris and Caitlin Chow, recently married glaciologists at the University of Washington, read a paper authored by William Poindexter of the University of Maine on the study of healthy glaciers in Antarctica. The paper cites a desire to extend the research to unhealthy glaciers to determine the point of "irreversible decline." If successful, this research can be shared with others globally to truly determine our rate of glacial decay. After contacting Dr. Poindexter, they discover he has been in contact with another glaciologist at Columbia University in New York, a Dr. Derek Nurse, who is interested in the same topic. The four agree to go to Taylor Glacier near McMurdo Station in Antarctica.

They spend the first two-three days setting up their research tools but also decide to explore. Dex has been on this sort of expedition before but none of the others have, so he is their guide while hiking, kayaking, and skiing. He shows everyone the beauty of the continent but is very cautious, knowing how dangerous it is. This is their first encounter with the penguins, as they discover there is a colony living about a half a mile away from them down a slope near the shore.

Dex and Nursey immediately do not get along; Nursey doesn't listen and takes risks while exploring, which gets under Dex's skin because he knows how dangerous it is. In his previous expedition his fellow researcher fell through ice and they almost lost him -- not just under the ice, but from the resultant hypothermia -- and had to leave early to ensure his safety. This is why Dex wanted to come back, to finish the work they started, and also why Dex is alone, because his friend refused to come back and has since relocated from Maine to Arizona as he can no longer handle the cold. Dex does not tell this to Nursey until later - until this conversation, Nursey just assumes Dex is an uptight asshole.

Dex and Nursey argue a lot over the three days of exploration, argue about how to conduct their research. A few days into this, while they're drilling through ice, they have their second encounter with penguins. Nursey points them out and Dex looks over, and while they're watching the penguins being amusing, the ice underneath them cracks. Dex panics and screams and it looks like Nursey is going to fall through the ice, but Dex catches him at the last minute and his leg gets soaked but that's about it. They immediately return to camp - time is of the essence for Nursey's foot. He needs to remove his pants, dry his leg and change his clothes immediately, and warm it up. Every moment it's wet and exposed, they're in danger of losing it. After Nursey's pants come off and Dex dries off his foot, they have the conversation where it's revealed that Dex's friend nearly died. They have a civil conversation, with moments of heat as Dex tells Nursey it's not chill, he could have lost his foot [”We were 15 minutes from the camp! If this was winter, you'd have lost your leg.”], and Nursey says he can't think about potentially losing his foot. If he doesn't keep his cool he'll lose it completely and never get it back.

Dex and Nursey respect each other a lot more now after the incident. Nursey is more careful, Dex is more patient, and they grow together over the course of the next two weeks while they continue their experiments. On one of the nicer days near the end of their trip they're sitting outside eating lunch when a rogue penguin finds them and is staring at their food. No one knows much about penguins and what they eat or if they're aggressive, but the penguin is waddling forward. Chowder gives him food and Dex groans, "They're like seagulls, you know. Now we're going to have the entire fucking colony over here begging for food." To which Farmer says they're much cuter than seagulls, and Dex eventually agrees that yes they're much cuter than seagulls. The penguin is friendly after they feed it and it lets Nursey pet its little head; Nursey laughs and looks at Dex, who's smiling at him. The penguin, realizing there's no more food to be had, nips at Nursey and catches his finger. Nursey yelps and Dex makes him remove his glove; he has a cut but nothing serious. The penguin wanders away and Nursey and Dex go back inside so Dex can treat Nursey's cut. Dex cleans it and puts a band-aid on it, slightly worried about infection, but Nursey tells him to chill, and Dex rolls his eyes. They have a conversation about how cool it is that the penguin just walked right up to him and Dex says that Nursey looked adorable petting it and Nursey ribs him for the use of the word "adorable" so Dex says "I can't say sexy, you were petting a penguin!" and Nursey asks if Dex thinks he's sexy and Dex gets serious and says yes, and Nursey kisses him, and they go into their bunk and have sex. There's no privacy in their shelter; Chowder and Farmer know they're doing it and at one point when the door opens and they enter, Chowder is about to enter the room to ask how hard can it be to put on a bandaid when he realizes they're doing it and Farmer says "Christ, about time!"

After lunch they go back out to do more work and Dex is red from head to toe. Chowder and Farmer are chirping them about doing it; Nursey is chill but Dex is not but they catch eyes and Dex calms down. After a successful test they go back to the shelter, have dinner, and settle in for the night - Chowder and Farmer in one bunk, Dex and Nursey in the other. Dex and Nursey mutually attack each other (Charmer has done the same in their bunk) and then afterward they're snuggling and Nursey asks if Dex hooked up with his friend who fell in the ice. Dex says yeah of course, they were alone together for two weeks, of course they hooked up, and Nursey asks more pressing questions - were they in love, did they continue to hook up after they got back and he got better, and Dex says no, no, no to all of it. It wasn't like that. They were in the middle of nowhere, it was legit winter, they were bored and people change in these sort of extreme situations. They never once mentioned what happened when they were trying to keep each other warm. Nursey asks if that's all they're doing, keeping each other warm, and Dex hesitates.

Nursey gets angry and loses his chill for the first time (they've argued before but Nursey always is chill. Combative, but chill) and gets dressed and makes to go outside and Dex is yelling at him that he's crazy, he can't go out in the dark alone, but Nursey storms off with his backpack and Dex starts to get dressed. Chowder meets him in the living area; whatever he and Farmer were doing they stopped when the yelling began, and Dex is gearing up to go outside. Chowder says he's crazy and Dex says Nursey is the crazy one, who's already out there. Dex, Chowder, and Farmer all go out to find him and they eventually do after an hour. Nursey's fine but very cold. Dex calls him reckless. Nursey says he would have been fine if he'd brought his compass so he could find his way back. Dex asks why he couldn't just look at the stars and Nursey says "Not all of us can navigate by the stars, Magellan," and Dex smirks and ribs at him because there actually aren’t stars since it’s the middle of summer and it’s never truly dark. They head back toward the shelter; Chowder and Farmer first, Dex and Nursey dawdling behind. Nursey admits he doesn't want this to end, that he's not just trying to stay warm, that he cares about Dex despite the fact that Dex is infuriating. Dex admits that he might have had feelings for his friend but his friend didn't want anything to do with him after they left the cold and Dex didn't want to get hurt again. Nursey says he would never hurt Dex, not intentionally, but he admits it won't be easy. They're so different. Dex says not really. We like the same things when it comes down to it. We both came to fucking Antarctica for Christ's sake, and Nursey agrees. Yeah, yeah they did.

Possible epilogue of Dex and Nursey sharing an office at Samwell, which is halfway between NY and Maine and fighting about coffee mugs before Nursey makes a joke about storming off into the darkness and they kiss.

#WipItGood #omgcp #nurseydex #my fic #wip #the cold

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teamvnla · 5 years ago

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Cutscene ; MKRL meets COAL

Jae nearly fell back from the weight of both Silverlight holstered on his back and the rabbit Faunus throwing herself into his arms. He wrapped his arms around her taking a step back as he managed not to fall over.

The other quickly caught up with Lye, Cinnamon looked frantically between the girl and Van for some kind of explanation.

Van felt same bitterness from when they had first seen Nava again, crawling up the back of his throat. A stark contrast to the cheerful aura from Lye and Jae.

"What are you doing here?" She asked pulling away from the embrace.

"I assume for the same reason you are." He responded gaze glancing away from Lye to the others around them.

"Mind introducing us to your little friend here?" Leo spoke up, cocking his head to the side as he looked over the four new faces.

"Lye and Van Marigold...." Opal muttered to herself, her gaze rolling over the twins. Her comment almost went unnoticed, almost. Van's eyes flicked to the women, he didn't recognize her yet she recognized them.

"This is Lye, we were on the same team at Beacon." Jae looked to Van. "And that is Van, he was our team leader." There was a tentive pause. "Its good to see you're well."

"Wish I could say the same." The response was blunt surprising Lye as well as Kash and Russ, there was an obvious tension as the pairs eyes met. Jae didn't appear to waver, almost as if he was expecting that reply.

Feeling the rising tension, Cinnamon spoke up. "Why don't we hurry to the briefing." Her ears shifted as she gestured for them to continue down the hall.

The two groups walked some of the tension dissipating as idle introductions were exchanged between the group, mainly through Lye, Jae, and Cherry.

"I thought there was only one group scheduled for the day." Slate commented not sparing a glance at Cinnamon.

"Well..." Cinnamon began, but paused trying to figure out an explanation.

"No need to worry, all our paperwork is in order and has already been handled through Cinnamon. Shes a pretty hard worker if you ask me." Van answer for her, patting her shoulder casually.

"Ri-right, I'm sorry I didn't let you know ahead of time."

Slate gave a small hum in response, he knew how bad of a last she was, but now wasn't the time to cause a scene he made the choice to trust her.

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The meeting room was just as ornate as the rest of the building. Both groups opted to stand at opposite sides of the table, Leo stood back leaning against the wall. A work habit, it gave him the best view of the whole room and everyone in it.

"All the information from todays briefing will be sent to your scrolls upon them being set on the table." Slate mentioned, giving them a moment to do so before beginning the presentation.

There was a general overview of the sequence of event from the gala to the attack. The victims missing and access to any of the cameras around the estate. They went over the main pieces of footage.

Both Russet and Kashmere felt a sense of confusion wash over them upon seeing an array of White Fang mask. It's not like there had never been missions like what happened that night, but something didn't sit right. It felt off.

After the presentation the group were led to different areas that were shown in the footage they had reviewed.

As they were looking around the main ballroom, Jae noticed that they were down one rabbit Faunus. He quickly slipped out of the room just in time to see a flash of white slip around the corner, he followed after making an effort to remain quiet. Peeking around a corner he watched as Van slipped outside onto a balcony. He moved the curtain in time to see Van pick something up from the ground and slip it into his pocket.

"What was that?" Jae asked opening the door to the balcony.

"What was what?" Van responded turning to him casually.

"You put it into your pocket." He shifted as Van tried to step past him.

"A pebble, you satisfied?"

I"With the current situation, I'm not."

"What, you think that because the White Fang might be involved that I'm somehow involved in this? That I'm running amok crashing some uppercrust party?"

Jae pursed his lips, not because of Van sharp tone, but because that is what he was thinking. He didn't want to admit it, but upon seeing the White Fang was involved and Van's sudden appearance caused the thought the surface in his head.

"Show me." He stood his ground, not wavering under the piercing gaze of the rabbit.

"What's happening here?" Cherry voice came from behind Jae as the rest of the group caught up with them.

"He slipped off." Jae responded not breaking his gaze from Van. "I wanted to see why."

"Van? What is it?" Lye's brows quirked, maybe he had found something that could help.

With the gazes focused on him, Van sighed and pulled out the cigarette bud from his pocket. His cigarette from the night before.

Opal perked up. "That was on the balcony? There could still be traces of DNA left on it fr-" She was cut off as Van spoke up.

"No point, its not from any of the perpetrators."

"You don't mean..." Lye knew the cigarette looked familiar and she knew Nava didn't smoke and doubted to guest from last night smoked that brand.

"Its mine, I was here last night. Before you start pointing fingers, I left before all that shit went down." Van shoved his hands back in his pockets. "Check your cameras if you doubt me."

Russet opened the other door to the balcony stepping out along with Kash, he took a look around. His gaze shifted to Slate and Cinnamon faces that paled at the mention of cameras. "They can't." He commented, the groups attention shifting to him. "This balcony is a blind spot isn't it?"

"That would explain how this was missed, unless cracked panels are a Mistrali aesthetic." Kash pointed out tracing his finger over the crack in the wall, his finger caught something. Taking hold he pulled a piece of brunette hair from the crack. "Was this here last night?" He asked looking to Van.

"No, that's new." Van responded, still processing the new information of the balcony being a blindspot.

"She was taken from here, that's why there was no footage of her."

"We-we're still going through it, we ass-assumed you would find something when you went through it." Cinnamon explained, everything was happening so fast that she could hardly keep track.

"Send me the list of the estates blind spots immediately, that is critical information." Opal order as Slate quickly pulled out his tablet to do so.

"Satisfied?" Van spoke directly to Jae, shoulder checking him as he walked past into the hall.

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The rest of the walkthrough went rather calmly, despite the underlying tension. There was far less chatter compared to when the two groups first met. The groups were led to a back exit to avoid and unwanted attention bu leaving through the front.

"We will provide any other information as we receive it, if you have any other question please feel free to contact me at any time." Slate informed with a polite bow, very formal and straightforward as expected.

Cinnamon gave a bit of a strained smile to the younger of the two groups, paired with a small nod. She didn't say anything, the four Faunus seemed to understand what she meant.

The two groups began to walk drifting their sepparate ways, until Leo halted suddenly his attention having been occupied by something on his scroll.

"Y'know you kids shouldn't be meddlin' with adult business." He commented turning to the group of young hunters, he held up his scroll which displayed Van's student ID.

"They offer jobs like this to fourth years, we're practically about to graduate." Van replied a lazy smirk cross his lips as he turned to face the older man.

"Theres no information on your other friends."

"Students records can't be transferred across continents right now, we go to Shade."

"Yet yours and your sisters came up no problem."

"Says Beacon? Old records my guess."

"So if I were to bring this to light you have no worries?" He pressed with a slight tilt of his head.

"Nothing to worry about."

"You bluff well, but..."

"But?" He repeated maintaining his confidence.

"She doesn't." Despite there only being one person Leo could be talking about Van's gaze follows where hes pointing to the paled expression on his sisters face.

"Leo, leave the kids alone."

"Hey, I'm trying to help us out here. Less competition, though you'd appreciate it."

"Or less competition and new allies." Tarragon spoke up from the back of the group.

"What?" Jae was audibly surprised, brows furrowed as she walked past him. She walked passed and brushed Leo to the side from where he was sizing up Van.

"Allies are always good to have, especially in something like this where information is limited. Theres a chance the White Fang could be involved or that those apart of it are being coaxed in it, but as you can see none of us are Faunus." She gestures behind her to Leo, Opal, and Jae.

"Ah so, you want to use us to get information?"

"No, not use. I'd actually like to partner up." She smiled, a genuine smile. Feeling his uneasiness she decided to continue. "I actually saw your teams work at the Vytal festival, I guess you could consider me a fan." She glanced over to Lye.

"If we were to partner with you, you would just let us help find Nava without reporting our situation?" Lye's ears began to lower towards her head, Tarragin felt very maternal that it made Lye comfortable and she didn't quite know if she should trust it or not.

"I can sign you lot off as my students, it's what I'm doing for Jae." Another pause. "I can do it right away if they will make you feel better." She offered her hand.

Everything Van was reading from her told him she wasn't lying to him, after so long of no one ever being so genuine with him he felt a bit thrown off. He looked over his shoulder to the others.

"We'll follow your lead." Russ stated as Kash gave a nod in agreement.

His gaze fell to Lye who had brought her hand up to grasp the top button of her blouse, she was trying to ground herself. The mention of the Vytal festival was the likely cause, she met Van's gaze and gave a nod.

"We're in your care then." He turned back to Tarragon and shook her hand, she had a much firmer hand shake than he expected.

#cutscene #🌿Weeping Willows🌿#[Muse;Van Marigold]#[Muse;Lye Marigold]#[Russet Bron]#[Kashmere]#[Muse;Jae Aryl]#[Cherry Tarragon]#[Opal Amas]#[Leo Cornell]

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alphawave-writes · 5 years ago

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Evil actions and good intentions Chapter 10: ‘I need a hero’

Synopsis: Harold and Sigma meet the rest of the newly reformed Overwatch and make some friends. Harold and Winston finally reunite and share a tender moment as father and son.

Read it here or find it on AO3. If you like Sigrold, join the Sigrold discord server. I’ll also be participating in #Sigroldweek.

Once upon a time, Harold got a job offer at Overwatch. Back in its prime, they had been interested in his work on respirocytes. But Lucheng Interstellar gave him a better job, and the position was filled by someone else, though he still kept in contact just in case they still had a job for him when the Lunar Ops program was finished. In another life, he might have found a cushy job as a researcher with Overwatch, traveling the world, perhaps with Winston by his side. In another life, he might have proposed to Siebren, or even married him outright, and Winston will be with them, and the three of them will live together in a comfy home of their own. But life, or perhaps the universe, had other plans.

He doesn’t know why that’s the first thought to filter into his head when he exits the airship and takes in the sprawling Overwatch base. Buildings are carved into the rock, obscuring it from sight. Night time has fallen, making the base look desolate and abandoned, but as Tracer leads them through, he sees the slow trickle of life and habitation. An offering near the cliffside to a deity, leftover Christmas decorations hanging from the rafters, tracks on the gravel made from footsteps and tires.

Tracer is a far more eager guide compared to Satya, even if she often diverts on irrelevant tangents. She talks about the history of the place, her own past in this very base, as well as some humerous anecdotes about the other Overwatch agents. Every now and then she points out buildings that she thinks are important to note. The hangers where everybody’s rooms shall be, the communal kitchen, the washhouse with the ‘nice showers’, and of course Winston’s lab. Whenever she mentions Winston, she makes a point of glancing back to Harold with a knowing little smirk. She’s looking for a reaction. Harold has absolutely no idea if he’s giving the right one or not.

Satya is quiet at the back of the group, keen eyes taking careful notes of every little detail. She speaks up only to clarify on Tracer’s ramblings, confirming directions and instructions for her stay here. Sometime during the flight she’s somewhat accepted that she is now in need of refuge. Whether she wants to be a hero, that’s another thing entirely.

Siebren doesn’t speak at all during the tour. His gaze is up to the moon. Harold can’t help but let his eyes drift up to the celestial body hanging in the sky. The sky is clear and the light pollution is minimal, but the sparkling stars don’t hold a candle to the light of the moon. A wash of confusing emotions bubbles up to the surface as he stares at the lunar surface, gazing upon the lunar craters and moutains, many of which he’d personally explored.

“Do you miss it? The moon?” Siebren asks quietly when Tracer’s not paying attention.

“Not a day goes by that I don’t. It’s always up there, lighting the night sky. A reminder of my mistakes.”

Siebren frowns. “It’s not your fault, what happened. Your colleagues were idiots.”

“Sure. So am I.”

“You’re not an idiot,” Siebren says softly before straightening his posture. “You’re incredibly reckless. Nagging. Inappropriate at the worst of times—”

“—OK, I get it,” Harold laughs.

“—short-sighted, and far too trusting, but you’re not an idiot. Never have been in all the years I’ve known you.”

Harold smiles despite himself. It's an abysmal effort to cheer him up, but Siebren is trying his hardest, and he can't help but appreciate it. “I hope good-looking is on that list.”

Siebren smirks. “Do you really want to know?”

Harold punches Siebren lightly on the shoulder, shaking his head. The events of a few hours past feel so long ago, and Siebren is acting like nothing happened. Knowing how fragile Siebren is now, it should comfort Harold that he’s laughing and talking normally, and yet it doesn’t. There are words left unsaid, stories left untold. Siebren hides it well, but his jaw is set tight and his shoulders are tense. Mentally, he’s in control. Emotionally, that’s harder to say.

Harold waits for Tracer to begin talking before he makes his move. “That was a black hole earlier,” he says.

“Yes,” Siebren utters, looking uncomfortable.

“I heard the noises. The universe’s melody, as you called it.” He pauses before admitting, quieter, “It’s terrifying.”

Siebren grimaces. “I know.”

Harold frowns. “How many lives did you take?”

“Far too many to count,” Siebren says. “I’d rather not kill, but it's a necessary evil in my life now. I cannot have any regrets.”

Harold remembers the lifeless body of Tempest Williams stacked amongst the other guards and feels sick to his stomach. “I’m not like you then.”

“It gets easier over time, the killing. You learn to accept it. Death is inevitable and life can be cut short. Although,” Siebren ducks his head, “I was not necessarily in control when I first took a man’s life. Even now, it's easy to convince myself it's all for the sake of research.”

Harold has suspected this for some time. He isn’t surprised, but it doesn’t comfort him to know that Siebren has lost his mind before and that Talon manipulated him to kill when he was in that fragile state. It explains why all the Talon staff feared Siebren. In his mind’s eye he sees himself in that fateful moment last night when he lost control himself, eyes wild and crazed, his attacks bloodthirsty and savage like an animal. In a way, it’s worse than Siebren, because he doesn’t have an excuse to defend his actions. He let his emotions get the better of him, clouding his vision. He is the one who killed those people. He’s a murderer.

Siebren's hand goes up to his shoulder, rubbing small circles. Harold wants to lean his head onto Siebren’s shoulder and press his lips into his neck and forget about all the atrocities they have just committed, but he knows this is the extent of Siebren’s comfort. Siebren has a point, and he will not back down from it.

“I don’t want to get used to killing,” Harold whispers.

Siebren continues rubbing, his touch light. “I know you don’t. But you will. You’ll have to if you want to survive, and I know you can. You have gotten so far by yourself.”

Harold smiles bittersweetly. “Still, if only I can avoid it.”

“You’re a grown man, Harold. I won’t shield you from the world, but I will support you.” Then, with a smirk, “I’ll always be here for you.”

Harold feels a tap at his hip and sees Siebren’s knuckles grazing the fabric. He smiles softly to himself as his fingers entwine with Siebren’s, squeezing softly as they continue their walk.

Tracer leads them to an unassuming building a few stories high. Lights and noises can be seen from the tinted windows above. Harold holds his breath as Tracer goes through the main doors and blinks within. His eyes shut rapidly as a burst of light fills the large room.

Harold has to admit, of all the things he expected when first arriving at Watchpoint: Gibraltar, a party wasn’t one of them.

The place is a laboratory filled with tools, though they have all been shoved to the side away from view. There’s a long table full of foods and drinks, all with a little piece of paper to tell people what it is, who made it, as well as any allergy warnings. Music is playing from an old-fashioned radio. Many are partnered in twos and threes, conversing pleasantly to one another. Soon as they enter, all the people within turn their heads to them, smiles on their faces. To Harold’s disappointment, he doesn’t see Winston.

“Who are your friends?” A rather tall and muscular man with white hair asks with a teasing tone in his voice.

“New guys here to hang with us for a bit. Got into a bit of a scrap to save them.” Tracer turns towards them and grins. “Should’ve seen us, we were fighting Talon with the best of them.”

“Then they are comrades.” From the table behind, the tall muscular man grabs a jug of beer and lifts it up.

That’s enough to get the small crowd to approach them. In an instant the three of them are surrounded on all sides by friendly faces. Tracer giggles lightly to herself while she raids the buffet table.

The first to greet them is the large, muscular man, flanked on either side by an equally muscular young woman and a bearded dwarf. All three of their eyes glance down to Siebren’s feet, floating a foot off the ground. They don’t seem to be frightened. In fact, they seem more intrigued than anything.

“All sorts of fancy schmancy tech nowadays,” the dwarf scratches his head.

“What’s wrong, old friend? Have you lost your touch?”

“My ‘touch’ can make your armour break faster than a boiling frog in a cauldron!”

“It’s not ‘technology’,” Siebren utters. “I have just harnessed gravity.”

The two old friends look at each other incredulously and shrug. The bigger man is quick to put a hand out. “Reinhardt Wilhelm.”

“Torbjörn Lindholm,” the dwarf says, putting his own hand out.

Siebren stares at the hand for just a second before shaking both firmly. “Sigma,” he says.

“Dr. Siebren de Kuiper,” Harold corrects, turning to Siebren. “Talon used to call him Sigma. But you don’t have to use that name anymore.”

He looks like he’s about to object but Reinhardt has already clasped Siebren on the shoulder. “So they have enslaved you, but you escaped? How dreadful they must be, to strip a man of his identity.” His expression suddenly goes dark. “You were not the first to get pulled into their ranks. We lost one of our own that way.”

Harold almost thinks Siebren might set the record straight but instead he keeps his mouth shut. As if sensing Siebren’s discomfort, the two men launch into a variety of anecdotal stories about each other. Reinhardt was once a knight for the German Crusaders during the Omnic War, while Torbjörn was a member of the Ironclad Guild. He tries to play it off as a cool secret society, but Reinhardt clarifies that it was just a very ostentatious name for a group of ragtag engineers. The two had been best friends for a very long time, to the point that Reinhardt was given the honour of naming Torbjörn’s first child. At this, Brigitte, who reveals her identity as the eldest daughter, begins to pick holes at her father and godfather’s stories, correcting them on the more fantastical elements.

Harold watches as Siebren falls securely into conversation. He mentions his own work as an astrophysicist, his early life growing up and working in Den Haag and the very briefest account of the ISS accident that gave him his gravitic powers. He does not talk about his mental health or what he did in Talon, which is probably for the best. It will inevitably sour the party mood. Siebren joins in on the light teasing shared between the family, making fast friends with Reinhardt and Torbjörn and Brigitte. It’s the first time he’s looked at ease since their escape, Harold notices. After today’s events, he never thought he’d see that smile again. He’s glad he’s been proven wrong.

“You are a man of strong caliber, are you not?” Reinhardt asks Siebren.

“I should think so,” Siebren utters.

“Oh no,” Brigitte sighs.

“Then why not a friendly little challenge between friends? Brigitte, bring us some beer.”

“Not a drinking contest, Reinhardt.”

“It’s hard enough lugging you around, you big oaf, but I ain’t lugging the two of you,” Torbjörn mutters.

“What’s wrong?” Reinhardt smirks at Siebren. “You chicken?”

Harold silently groans as Siebren stiffens visibly. With the markings of a man who very much doesn’t like it when someone attacks his inflated ego, Siebren stretches his hand out and the two men shake.

“This is not going to end well, is it?” Brigitte murmurs under her breath.

“Nope,” Harold sighs. He knows from many a post-conference pub crawl that Siebren, despite his size, is a lightweight when it comes to alcohol. Harold is a heavyweight when it comes to drinking, but he never liked the taste of alcohol enough to drink outside of special occasions. Certainly not enough to know how many drinks is his limit.

While everybody gets a table cleared for the drinking contest, Harold walks over to the buffet table and grabs a small plate. He fills it up with as much food as the small paper plate can hold. He’s got spring rolls and samosas and moon pies that look suspiciously similar to the ones he made back on Horizon, and is pleasantly surprised to find out that Winston made them himself. Food in hand, he finds a corner of the room and munches quietly, watching the small crowd. Tracer’s having a dance party with a shorter, tan man on rollerskates near the radio. On the second floor, near the staircase, Satya is watching the man with narrowed eyes. The look in her eyes is knowing and distrustful, and Harold thinks he sees the same look in the man’s eyes whenever their stares connect, but they don’t say a word to each other. A few minutes later, Brigitte breaks away from her father to chat with Satya. She hides it well, but Harold can see the relief flood Satya’s body.

It’s an organization, but it feels more than that, Harold thinks. These people from different walks of life move and talk to one another like they’re friends. Suddenly Winston’s comment that Overwatch is his family makes a lot more sense. They have all bonded over disaster and war, and those bonds are stronger than gravity.

Harold can only hope this family will accept him.

From the corner of his eye he spies a Chinese woman with glasses approach him. She looks familiar, but where from he cannot place. In her hand is a plate full of Chinese dumplings.

“You do look like the photos, Dr. Winston,” she comments.

“I’m sorry?”

“Winston, my friend. N-not you, Dr. Winston,” she stumbles. “He’s got a photo of him with you. The two of you are so cute!” Seeing his confusion, she smiles shyly. “Sorry. You may not know me. I’m Mei-ling Zhou, but you can call me Mei.”

“Oh, I remember. You were in the same team as Dr. Adams. Part of Overwatch’s Ecopoint project, right?”

Mei frowns deeply, her lips pressed into a thin line.

Harold knows that look. “He’s dead, isn’t he?”

She nods quietly. “We got into a blizzard in Antarctica. The cryostasis machine malfunctioned for everybody except myself.”

Harold cannot help but grimace. He’s missed a lot about the world, it seems. He’d worked together with Julian Adams, right before he got the job with Lucheng Interstellar, a long while before he will meet Siebren. Silently, he gives a soft prayer for Adams and his family, wherever they may be.

Harold takes his time to stare at the crowd and the unfamiliar surroundings. After a few seconds, he says, “I don’t see Winston.”

“He’s a bit nervous about meeting you, so he left. I’m not sure why though, this party is to celebrate him and all he’s done for us.” She points at Tracer, who’s taken a break from dancing to commentate on the drinking contest. As Harold suspects, Siebren is losing badly. “Lena got into a really bad accident. She was like a literal ghost, all see-through, disappearing for months and then reappearing. ‘Chronally displaced’, they called it. But Winston made a device so she can be with us here in the present, and now she can zip through time. She’s so cool!”

So Winston’s an Overwatch agent and an inventor, Harold thinks. Another surge of pride fills his lungs. “I assume you know him through Overwatch?”

“No, we only met recently, but he is very lovely and very kind.” She giggles behind her hand. “You raised him well.”

Harold chuckles as he rubs the back of his head. “I suppose I did.”

"He misses you. Every time I see him, he’s always looking at a photo of you.” She gives a shy smile and adds, “He hasn’t said much, but I think he’s glad you’re safe.”

Harold stares at his surroundings, warm but unfamiliar, a fusion of the past and present and future. Winston’s stories make up the particles of these stony cliffs and worn workbenches Harold’s missed so many of them. He wants to learn them, one by one. He wants to make up for lost time. “You don’t…happen to know where he is?”

Mei just smiles and points at the main hangar doors. “Check the cliffs outside. He likes sitting there to think.”

Harold gives her a friendly goodbye, locates Siebren (who fortunately did not partake in Reinhardt’s challenge and is still sober) and together they head away from the party.

It’s hard to find out what Mei meant by the cliffs, because most of the area outside the HQ is made of steep cliffs. The cool evening wind whips at them, a stark contrast to the warm levity of the party. Harold's worried he might have to rely on the nanobots to see in the darkness, but the moon shines brightly above their heads, lighting the way.

They make their way down the stone steps and follow the path between the buildings. It’s there that they find Winston, sitting at the edge of the cliff between two smaller buildings, gazing forlornly at something in his hands. Harold pauses in his steps, his breath catching in his throat as he watches Winston’s silent form. Winston is here, looking exactly the same as he remembered, only more mature. The white bodysuit hides most of his fur,

He turns to Siebren, who only stares at him. Siebren offers his hand to Harold and he squeezes it lightly before finally approaching Winston. Harold sits beside him, not saying a word. Winston doesn’t appear to react, but Harold can feel those sunflower irises scan him, looking for any sign that he is an imposter or a ghost or a figment of his imagination. Something to prove he's not real.

Harold glances at the photo and recognizes it almost immediately. It’s one that Winston took when he was a child, the first one he ever took, albeit by accident. Harold was working in the lab with Hammond when Winston took the picture. Seeing his younger self smiling politely into the camera, seeing baby Winston play eagerly with his glasses, it sends a familiar ache of affection to his chest.

“Where’d you get that photo?” Harold whispers.

“The camera,” Winston replies, just as quiet. “I grabbed as many spare pictures I could find, and then I downloaded the rest from the camera before I came to Earth.” He smiles bittersweetly at the photo. “I was so young.”

“We both were.”

Winston blows air out of his large nostrils. “You were in your forties.”

“I’m still young, I was just even younger back then.”

Slowly, he grabs one end of the photo and pulls it towards him. He can feel Winston’s fur on his arm beneath the white bodysuit and the body heat radiating. For a second, Winston stiffens, and Harold worries if perhaps he’s gone too fast, but then there’s an arm wrapping around his back. He turns to see Winston’s eyes, as wide and beautiful as the moon in the sky.

“I miss you,” Harold admits. “Sorry I haven’t been here for you all these years.”

Winston shakes his head softly. “It’s fine. I had family to take care of me when you were gone.”

“Overwatch, huh?”

“Yeah,” Winston chuckles quietly for a few seconds. He stares at the photo and smiles. “I guess I’m lucky then,” Winston says, finally gazing upon Harold. “I’ve got two families now.”

Harold’s vision begins to blur and he realizes that tears are forming in his eyes. He huffs as he wipes them away with his arm, which he has only just realized is still red from when he was strapped to the bed. He’s not sure if it’s the sea wind or the new setting or the moon above his head, but Oasis already feels like a lifetime away. Winston’s gazing upon him with unspoken affection.

Before he can say anything, the air shifts as Siebren floats over.

Harold patted the ground next to him. “Join us,” he says.

“I shouldn’t,” Siebren starts, but Harold is already standing up and dragging him to the cliff edge. With a roll of his eyes and a smirk of his lips, Siebren waves his hand. Rocks from the cliff roll up and stack together to create a reclining chair for Siebren to lie down on.

“And you thought me seeing in the dark was special.”

“Off-target effects,” Siebren says in an annoyingly inaccurate representation of Harold’s voice.

Winston’s gaze lingers between the two older men, a soft look of understanding falling on his face. He chuckles deeply. “You two haven’t changed.”

Harold shares a look with Siebren. “We haven’t, have we?”

Siebren smiles bashfully but earnestly. “Speak for yourself.”

The three of them sit there and watch the stars as they glitter in the ebony expanse of space. They’re content to admire for afar, but old habits die hard, and soon Harold’s talking about the stories behind the constellations. Siebren joins in about the more scientific fact about star systems while Winston discusses the planets in great detail. For one brief moment, they’re just enjoying the present together, without fear or worry about the past or the present. They’re a family, reunited at last.

Harold doesn’t hear Siebren slip away, leaving him alone with Winston. His eyes are glued to the moon, pale and beautiful despite all the tragedy that bathes its surface. He wonders briefly if Chang’e, the goddess of the moon, saw the rebellion. Who would she mourn more? The humans who lost their lives, or the gorillas who endured so much suffering?

“You’re together with Dr. de Kuiper, right?” Winston asks suddenly.

Harold blushes despite himself. “Despite the universe being hellbent on keeping me buried in the ground? Yes.”

“But you were gone for a decade. Everybody thought you were dead. How did you find each other again?”

“Siebren found me. Or rather, Talon found me. I was called a lot of things while I was stuck on the moon. Jade Rabbit, Specimen: 31, a whole bunch of expletives, you name it.” He stares at the rushing waves far beneath his feet. “I joined Talon partly because Siebren was in their ranks, and partly because I didn’t know better. I think it’s the same with Siebren, even if he doesn’t want to admit it.”

“After all this time, you still loved each other?”

“I’m not sure if we still loved each other. I think we were relieved to have a familiar face at first. But then we fell into old habits.” Harold recalls the first fleeting kiss he pressed onto Siebren’s face after Tempest’s first attack and smiles. “Guess it’s more accurate to say an old flame got rekindled.”

Winston nods thoughtfully. “I know the feeling. Sounds similar to how I feel right now.”

Harold turns to Winston and frowns. “How do you feel about me being here?”

“I don’t know,” Winston admits. “A bit nervous, I suppose.”

“Nervous? About what?”

“About how I feel about our relationship. About the moon, and the others back on Horizon…and you.”

The waves beat against the rocky face of the cliff, reflecting the light of the night sky. Harold wonders right then and there what will happen if he jumps. From this height, the impact would normally kill him, but he’s not a normal man anymore. Will the nanobots protect him, or will it all be futile? Will Winston and Siebren cry over him if he dies for real this time?

Winston turns his head sharply away in embarrassment. “S-sorry. D-don’t take it the wrong way, I am happy that you’re here and that you’re alive. Heh. I’m…really glad you’re alive, actually, but…um…”

“It’s fine, champ. The past is the past. We choose whether or not we look back upon it for guidance.” Harold braves a small smile. “Whatever you want me to be, I’ll always be here to support you.”

Winston smiles bashfully to himself. He takes the glasses off his face and stares at them for a few seconds. Harold just looks at the frames, an identical copy to his previous pair, caressed in Winston’s gorilla hands like they’re the most precious thing in the world. He turns to Harold, smiles enigmatically, then slips them back on.

His words are quiet against the thundering waves and the howling winds, but to Harold, they’re crystal clear and perfect pitch.

“I really did miss you,” Winston whispers.

Harold wraps his arm around Winston’s shoulder and squeezes tightly. “So did I, buddy. So did I."

They stare at the ocean until they’re shivering from the cold. They stand up and walk together back to the party, side by side. There’s still nervous smiles shared, still a bit of fragile hesitation, but it feels like the walls between them have crumbled. They’ve become just a bit closer. He doesn’t even realise that his arm is still around Winston’s shoulder until he gets back to the party.

The light atmosphere is gone. The music has long stopped and there is no chatter or banter. Everyone’s attention is drawn up to a hologram, their faces unreadable. Harold stares at the hologram, where a news presenter, Olympia Shaw, stands in front of a very familiar building.

“We’re just outside Lucheng Interstellar’s headquarters here in Lijiang, where they have just made the announcement that Dr. Harold Winston is still up on Horizon One.”

At a press conference, the new director of Lucheng Interstellar stands amidst a small crowd of reporters. Harold doesn’t recognize the man, even when his name pops up. He smiles professionally into the camera.

“It’s absolutely gut-wrenching to lose one of our own, but now we have the chance to bring one of our scientists back home. If we are able to rescue Dr. Winston, not only will we know more about the tragic accident that cut communications with the lunar base, but we will also gain valuable data on human colonization in space. We might learn more about how humans will be able to adapt to live on Mars.”

Olympia Shaw shows the formal picture of Harold taken from his badge on the screen as she discusses Harold’s research and role on Horizon, as well as giving a vague generalization of the rebellion. It’s weird to hear someone talk about him like this, like he’s a celebrity of the utmost importance.

Tempest’s picture pops up briefly as the director discusses her ‘untimely’ death. The news claims it’s a sudden heart attack. Harold knows better.

The footage cuts back to the conference with the director, flanked on both sides by his investors. “We will be launching a shuttle as soon as possible. Our primary goal is to bring Dr. Winston back down to Earth safely and rehabilitate him if needed.”

He says more, but no one is concentrating on his words anymore. They’re all staring at the people flanked by his side. Moira and Sanjay stand a fair bit away from him, both dressed in sharp suits. He feels eyes latch onto his body, one by one. Suddenly his throat feels dry.

“Why are they saying you’re still on Horizon?” Tracer asks.

“My tracker should be on my old lab coat there, but that can’t be it. Dr. O’Deorain and Sanjay Korpal know I’m alive.”

Winston frowns gravely. “What are they planning?”

“The research,” Siebren utters, his expression dark. “Mr. Korpal was talking about Dr. Winston’s work with interest. The nanobots he has created can give a man temporary invulnerability. Talon hopes to use it to create the ultimate living weapon, an invincible machine of death.”

“We know Talon has already mastered mind control techniques, and if Dr. O’Deorain really is a member of Talon as our intel suggests, who knows what technology they have?” Winston shakes his head. “If it’s just technology and research they want, it still doesn’t explain why they’re saying he’s in space when he’s right here.”

“It’s blackmail,” Harold says grimly. He feels the eyes on his body once again but he tries to shake the feeling away. “They have part of my research, but not all of it. I’ve only wrote about improvements, not the actual design itself. And the original design is stored on Horizon’s computers. If they get their hands on it, combined with my notes, they can recreate it. Get the invincible soldiers they’ve always wanted.”

“It’s an excuse to go back up there,” Winston gasps. “If this means what I think it means, we have to stop them.”

“How?” Harold asks.

Winston smirks as he adjusts his glasses. “You just leave that to us.”

All around Harold, the Overwatch members rally together, faces bright and fierce in determination. They’ve huddled around Winston, looking up to him as their leader, but more than that they are united by a single cause. That’s the thing that unites these disparate people and personalities together, Harold realises. They all want to do good by the world. They are all heroes.

It’s always been Harold’s dream to change the world for the better, but so far he’s just sent it hurling faster into chaos and destruction. But with these people, this new Overwatch, maybe he finally has an opportunity to make amends. Maybe this is why he is here. To right his wrongs. To make a difference.

To be a hero.

He clasps Winston tightly on the shoulder. He closes his eyes for a second to compose himself, and when he opens them, he’s sure there’s fire and gold in his gaze. His voice is unwavering and strong. “Never accept the world as it appears to be. Dare to see it for what it could be.”

Winston’s eyes glitter. Small gasps escape from a few of the others around them. “Does that mean…? Are you…?”

Harold smiles. “I’m helping you out, hero. Wherever, however I can.”

#Overwatch #Sigma #Siebren de Kuiper #Harold Winston #Sigrold #Observant fans of mine will probably recognise those two lines at the end of the read-more as something I wrote in a previous tumblr post #This is definitely a breather chapter compared to the previous ones #Which is good because these space dads NEED to breathe #If you like it don't forget to reblog because that does help me out

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How You & I Will Be - part two

Fandom: Supernatural Timeframe: mid-season 2 Main characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer (mentioned), Ellen & Jo Harvelle (mentioned), Ash (mentioned), Mary Winchester (mentioned), Reader’s mom (mentioned) Pairing: Dean x Reader (eventually) Series summary: When a hellhound case in the mountains goes sideways, Dean and Y/N find themselves trapped in a small cabin, miles from civilization. A serious injury forces the two hunters to come to terms with their true feelings for each other. Rescue is on its way, but will it be in time? Warnings part two: minor angst, some fluff, pining, swearing, description of blood and injury, bittersweet memories, Dean’s bad singing voice. Music: ‘Hellhound On My Trail’ by Robert Johnson, ‘Piano Man’ by Billy Joel Word Count: 2341 words Author’s note: Part two of a five part mini-series. This part might feel like short pause from all the drama, but I promise you it’s only the silence before the storm. @idreamofhazel and @littlegreenplasticsoldier, thank you so much for being awesome betas!

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“You know what I want?” Y/N pulls up one knee to her chest and fold her arms around it, trying not to move the injured leg as she does so. It took a little while, but the abandoned cabin is finally starting to warm up now that a fire is growing under the chimney. Thankfully, Dean found some wood in the backroom, although they will run out soon enough. Flames flicker playfully and every now and then the wood cracks, lighting ambers up into the air. “Please share,” he replies before he rests his head against the wooden wall and closes his eyes for a moment. “A beer.”

He chuckles and gazes at her, a sense of pride and amusement on his handsome face. He straightens himself, his shoulder rubbing against hers, and smiles. Man, is she one cool chick or what? “Right there with ya. I’d kill for a Budweiser,” he agrees. “Or a good glass of whiskey,” she imagines, closing her eyes imagining the drink. “Jack Daniels.” “Johnny Walker.” They both sigh at the same time as a silence follows, and for a while they dwell in their thoughts. Chances are, though, that neither of them is ever going to have that drink. Surely, Sam is a smart guy and a fantastic hunter, but he can’t work miracles. The youngest Winchester is right; for as far as they know, there is nothing that can kill a hellhound.

Tired out, Y/N stares at the fire, the same fire she saw when she looked that monster in the eye as it sneaked closer, growling, blood dripping from its mouth. Apprehensively, she swallows; this is going to result in some nightmares, of that she’s sure. Looking for a little affection, she leans in towards Dean and rests her head on his shoulder while her gaze slides down to her leg. Her friend bandaged it to keep it clean, but she can feel it throbbing. She lost a fair amount of blood, enough to feel sleepy and light headed. It’s clear as day that she needs to get to a hospital, and that says something coming from her. Yet they are stuck on a mountain slope, miles away from civilization, miles away from help. Y/N wants to keep her hopes up, she does, but even an optimist would have to admit that it's looking pretty grim.

"What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" Dean asks softly, laying his cheek against her hair. A small smile forms, the corner of her mouth curls up a little. She has known the Winchesters for quite some time now. They are like her brothers; she would die for them and they would do the same for her. Both boys have the ability to see behind the mask she claims to wear so well. It’s not often that Dean is this affectionate, though. Him almost losing his friend probably has something to do with it. "We're in deep shit, Dean," she acknowledges. "Can't deny that," he admits. "But we'll get out of this mess. Sam is working his mojo down the mountain and we will figure out a way to kill those chihuahuas, okay?" Y/N looks up at him, into his emerald green eyes. He seems so calm, so confident. It eases her a little, and so she lets the air escape from her lips as he slips his arm around her and lets her lean in against him. Her eyes fall shut; it's starting to dawn on her just how tired she is. A mixture of fear, lack of sleep and blood loss, she assumes. But laying here, so close to Dean, it makes her feel all kinds of other things too.

Safe, no matter how many hellhounds are on their doorstep. Warm, despite the freezing cold outside. Loved, even though she knows Dean doesn't love her the way she loves him.

Y/N always had a soft spot for the oldest Winchester brother, but in their line of work it seemed stupid to get involved with the hunter. Of course she has wondered, asked herself ‘what if it works out’ and ‘what if this time it won’t hurt.’ But since everyone she cares for has either left or died, she reluctantly kept her distance. It’s what got her into this business in the first place. The losses she suffered left scars so deep, that she promised herself that she would never let anyone close again. And then Sam and Dean walked into the Roadhouse and bought her a drink.

She chuckles. The Roadhouse, man, did they spend a lot of time there. She thinks about the bar for a moment. The worn leather stools, the pool table that Ash sleeps on when it’s not being used, the old jukebox that is full of R.E.O. and other mullet rock. “I wish I brought my iPod,” Y/N comments. The silence in the cabin is bothering her and a little music would have helped cast out the sound of the dogs rustling through the snow outside, barking every now and then. "Yeah, I could dig some rock tunes right now,” Dean agrees. Y/N watches how he picks up the backpack and digs up a snack. Her upper lip twitches at the sight of the protein bar; she finds them disgusting. Dean offers one and she refuses. “C’mon, you have to eat something,” he pressures. “I’m not hungry.” Dean lifts his eyebrows and glares at her sideways, holding her gaze. “That’s a new one,” he comments after which he takes a bite from his bar. “Have some Gatorade then.” He hands Y/N the plastic bottle with the blue sports drink inside. “Dean, stop nursing me!” she refuses chuckling. “You need to keep up your strength,” he argues. “For what?” “For when Sam gets here. Who knows what stunts we might need to pull off when we get your fine little ass out of trouble,” he replies, after which he takes another bite from his bar and grins while chewing.

Rolling her eyes and sighing reluctantly, Y/N takes the bottle and drinks. When she restores eye contact, she shoots him a ‘Satisfied?’ glare. Dean smirks, amused with her attitude, takes the bottle back and has a swig as well. Y/N can’t help but to steal a glance. My God, isn’t he gorgeous, she thinks to herself. Watching how he has his head tilted back, his strong jawline and rough stubble standing out, throat exposed, then licking his lips after he brings the bottle back down. It reminds her of the times she had a beer with him and his brother. The three of them rode out plenty of nights, to find a quiet spot where they sat on the hood of the Impala under a night full of stars. Dean kept the beers coming, she played some music, Sam made sure they got home okay. Y/N smiles at the memory and flips through to the next, not noticing how Dean is studying her.

“What?” he wonders, looking at her intently. “Remember how we basically fought for a month because I wanted to bring my guitar along on the road and you thought it was a waste of space?” she recalls. Dean looks away as the smile on his lips grows wider. “Yeah, I remember that. And I had a point too. Baby is not a tour bus.” “It’s one guitar, Dean! You have an arsenal big enough for a small army in the trunk!” “Exactly! No room for your musical instruments,” he exclaims, but smirking nonetheless. Y/N lifts her head victoriously because they both know who won this battle. “Where is my guitar now?” Dean clears his throat. “In the car.” Both have a laugh, the grim mood lifted for a moment.

“You brought your harmonica?” he asks curious. Y/N opens her jacket and takes the tiny object out of her inner pocket. “Who needs an iPod then,” he responds, delighted. “Play something.” Looking forward to her performance, he straightens his back and turns to face his partner. He always enjoys it when she plays or sings, somehow it always seems to calm him down. Dean watches as Y/N leans against the wall again, trying to think of a suitable song. Then she holds the harmonica in front of her mouth with one hand and partly covers the exhale holes as she lets the air flow through, creating that unique sound. Waiting for Dean to guess the song, she plays the tune. He’s a little slow on the uptake, but then she notices the expression of recognition on his face. “Hellhound On My Trail? Seriously?” he comments.

Y/N pauses and laughs. She was wondering how long it would take for him to figure that one out. Content with herself she holds the harmonica in front of her, tracing the delicate initials in the silver with her fingertips. There's a story behind this instrument, the first she learned to play. "It used to be my Mom's," Y/N shares, when she feels Dean's lingering stare. "She taught me to play it. Guitar, too." The line on Dean's lips curve up, listening to her story. "She was a great singer. I remember when I was really young, she would sing me lullabies, but not always usual ones." Dean chuckles; that sounds familiar."My mom didn't appreciate the traditional lullabies either." "Really? What would she sing to you?" she asks intrigued. "Beatles songs, mostly. 'Hey Jude' was her favorite," Dean recalls. His gaze drifts away as he takes a short trip down Memory Lane, trying to grasp what recollections he has of Mary. Afterall, he was only four years old when she died.

"Mom was a big fan of Billy Joel," Y/N remembers. “She usually lulled me to sleep by singing ‘Vienna’ and ‘Lullabye’.” “Why don’t you play one of his songs, then?” Dean offers. “I thought that wasn’t your thing,” she assumes. Dean shrugs. “Maybe not what I would normally listen to, but I sure can appreciate it. Play something you enjoy for once.” He’s got a point, because Y/N usually plays what he likes. Truth be told, she would practice songs by his favorite bands for hours whenever they weren’t together, just to impress him. It worked too, she will never forget the sparkle in his eyes as he watched her absolutely nail the riff of ‘When The Levee Breaks’ by Led Zeppelin.

Again Y/N takes a moment to find a song in her memory to play, then the ultimate Billy Joel track comes to mind. “Okay, imagine…” she holds out her hand, painting a picture as she’s telling the story. “Imagine the Roadhouse. Old worn furniture, hunting antiques and vintage beer signs on the wall. Pool table over there, a U-shaped counter on this side. It’s crowded, but not too crowded, y’know? Hunters are having a drink, laughing, writing in their journals, exchanging stories. Jo and Ellen are there, Bobby too, Ash is drinking his PBR. It feels…” Dean watches her in awe. There’s something about her, that’s a given fact. But when she’s passionate and lets her imagination run free, he just can’t stop looking at her. She’s so vibrant, all big eyes and wide smile. Damn, she’s beautiful, he thinks to himself.

She pauses, feeling Dean’s eyes on her and meeting his intrigued gaze, causing her to lose her breath for a second. Their eyes remain locked and she can feel him drinking her in. It’s a good thing that she knows he’s not in love, otherwise she might start to believe he is. “It feels… cozy, and happy… and warm,” she continues. Then Y/N breaks eye-contact and points at the other corner of the little cabin. “Over there is a piano. A man walks over, sits down and starts to play.” She brings the harmonica to her mouth and starts the music. Although Dean would probably consider this kind of music too soft, the joyful sound of his laughter mixes with the notes. Y/N breathes out relieved in the break; she hoped she would get to hear that sound again. The melody repeats with a playful variation and she closes her eyes in enjoyment.

“You know the first verse?” she challenges. “What? Me?” Dean glares at her, surprised. “I’m not asking the dogs to howl along. Yeah, you!” she grins. “Yeah, I know the song,” he sits up and prepares. Y/N nods excited. “Alright, you do first verse, I’ll do the second.” Again she hits the note and Dean comes in right on cue. His impression of Billy Joel is not entirely on key, but it’s amusing nonetheless.

It's nine o'clock on a Saturday The regular crowd shuffles in There's an old man sitting next to me Makin' love to his tonic and gin

He says, "Son, can you play me a memory I'm not really sure how it goes But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete When I wore a younger man's clothes.

Y/N can’t help but to laugh, but keeps on playing and Dean keeps on singing. She takes over the lyrics of the second verse and they join together for the chorus.

Sing us a song, you're the piano man Sing us a song tonight Well, we're all in the mood for a melody And you've got us feelin' alright

It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday And the manager gives me a smile 'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see To forget about life for a while And the piano, it sounds like a carnival And the microphone smells like a beer And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar And say, "Man, what are you doin' here?"

Sing us a song you're the piano man Sing us a song tonight Well we're all in the mood for a melody And you got us feeling alright

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