#like its technically not all that much to handle its completely achievable

[vaguelydownwards]

Taking bets now!!!!

Am I going to SNAP in the new year?

Will I GO COMPLETELY INSANE due to the UNRELENTING TURBULENCE OF LIFE?

Tune in to find out!!

[yolkchild]

The Eternal Novice, or Why I Love Eggs

A personal essay

Growing up, adults would always praise me for my intellect and artistic ability, whether they were looking at my rants on Coca-Cola being unhealthy or my first attempts at a Twilight Sparkle, things technically every other kid could do but somehow, I perceivedly had a more advanced perspective on these things. I didn't start worrying about grades until around high school. It's safe to say I had the gifted kid experience, but with the caveat that I narrowly dodged the workloads or routines that stretch you thin, those co-created by adults who act as if your capabilities are not only beyond others', they also extend to infinity. At least I avoided them early on: I had a stint like that in my mid-teens completely self-imposed, from years of thinking what everyone else thought about what I could do—and achieving it! I could go 9 hours straight at work or studies or other projects, but at the cost of suffocating my soul. I'm as much victim of grindsets and hustles as many others out there, and combined with my budding ego issues, it leads to quite the frustration when you realize you're not the hyperproductive hyperthoughtful machine you cracked up to be.

Anyway. There was no field of knowledge I found more than finite; everything had a beginner level, then an intermediate one, and then a master's that would every now and then push its ceiling to fit new discoveries. When you grind out books on algebra and geometry and calculus you get a very linear and causal-consequential sense of progress, same with physics or chemistry. You can tell how things flow into one another and it's all very logical, when you're done with the section that's another progress bar ticked, and look how much you've learned. Learning, then, is just a matter of knowing how these models and techniques relate to one another, and then you go up a level on the thousands of levels within this set of things that are True; the good news is that it's really all set in stone, it's just a matter of decrypting it for ourselves.

Here's what's not easy to measure or deduct: retention, applicability. Will I remember it exists when I need it, will I remember how to do this, how to make sure it's the right tool for the job? If you're an expert on matrices yet crumble at the first real-world personal situation that could use them, are you really an expert?

Much like the weightlifter who can only grip barbells and machine handles, I learned to learn rather inflexibly. My application of knowledge would depend on how familiar the context was, and oftentimes it had more to do about everything around the problem than the problem itself; tricks that wouldn't require thinking too hard or double-checking my conception of something. "I know the history teacher is an annoying center-leftist, so I only need to pick the most lefty-sounding answer on this test." What if there's some truth to this perspective on this historical event, or what if other perspectives corroborate an opposite point and if so what would that be, or what if I remember things all wrong or not at all and the lefty answer might not be the lefty answer I think it is? I'd never know, because as much as I liked a challenge, I'd only feel inferior if I entertained something so out of my element for too long or too hard. And what kind of smart and knowledgeable student questions themselves like this? Just know the right answer, and only the right answer, the objective one, it's that simple.

Here's something that is absolutely impossible to measure or deduct: Truth. The capital T Truth. How the cosmos objectively works, the realest of the realities, the only order. I sure knew early on that what they fed me at school wasn't all true, and many of the alternative study routes I'd gander at weren't all true either—but truth isn't quite the word here, more like incomplete or inobservable (if not hard to observe) or warped at the angle. To go back on the earlier example, Gramsci-influenced history was less valid in my eyes, and I thought I'd seek refuge in "truer" revisionist history or whatever else was bundled for radical extremist study. Needless to say, you kill a good portion of nuance when dividing something as complex as history into two polar opposite fields---biased retellings and totally unbiased truth. And this is true for everything, really. It's often more accurate to conceptualize things in spectrums and greyscales, with incountable facets, infinite points of perspective, all the way down and everywhere you look. Truth itself is the same way.

This doesn't come as intuitively when you perceive reality to be set in stone, just like how you yourself are set in stone; that under all the apparent humility you really are something Special and High-Value, just as gravity is ~9.8m/s² or as water's volume is that of its container. Surely, self-discovery is just a matter of decrypting the stone, and personal growth is polishing what's already there. But you know what they say about polished turds. At least most people around me tell me I'm no turd, so it must be true. Right? If I'm good by nature, I couldn't ever act otherwise, I couldn't ever prove them wrong, nor prove myself wrong, right?

One way to never grow is to avoid learning. Sometimes learning requires from you too much humility, because there might be more obstacles and failures on the way than you first expect, and if you find them hard, what does that say about you, as a smart and talented individual? Even worse, what if you end up at what's not the capital T Truth, when being smart and intelligent is so often about being able to find the Truth? That you were wrong, and you're not so smart after all, and so you lied, and this characteristic you attached so strongly to your self-identity barely even exists. And if you're not smart and talented, you're probably just a turd.

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Religion is stupid, right? The only Truth to it is that no one seems to give a satisfactory proof as to why their system is the Truest one, or any form of reliable observation that couldn't immediately be described in secular terms. Visions, ghosts, demons, angels, people talking in your head, just psychosis. Good things happening to you are as much coincidence or environmental response as the bad things are. The good book doesn't even work as a historical account: the Israelites were just Canaanites in a new paint and they had to convince everyone else they were somehow different, and it's unclear whether they even suffered as slaves in Egypt, and there's no way Noah lived so absurdly long. As far as rationality goes, these just seem like feel-good mythologies to replace real understandings of nature, or tools for oppression and capitalizing on others' guilt, mass hysterias or delusions taken too far, maybe all of these at once.

So theology is entirely about things that ultimately don't matter, just like literary analysis. Sure, you might get the occasional good advice or some philosophical insight, but these are just stories and should be regarded as such, like Plato's cave or the myth of Sisyphus. Their valuable insight isn't inherent to any sort of spiritual authority, you could likely derive a lot of these ideas within a secular context or framework, so no need to be too harsh about it.

But even so, how can you tell how much your thought systems are based on secular, logical, objective and rational patterns? How can you tell that there's not the smallest hint of emotional exaggeration or irrational assumption gluing this thing together? If you could hunt and kill the illogical bugs in your thinking, would there really be an end to them? Would you really want to spend your life in constant scrutiny? And to what end? What has correctness and objectivism done for you, aside from giving you a perceived high ground? Are you making better decisions after all? Are you happy?

You might not be as mechanical as you think you are. But as above, so below, and you might find the universe isn't either. How is a reality legitimized, and to what extent are your senses truer than your neighbor's?

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Eggs are delicious, with nutrient density in the same leagues as organ meats, yet in a much more compact and accessible form. Its fatty contents are admirable, full of essential—and rare, especially nowadays---micronutrients. Vitamins unique to fat-based foods, a wide array of minerals, cholesterols essential to blood functioning, they just taste like life, a pre-biotic. They also make for a highly versatile ingredient in both baking and savory cooking. Emulsifying creams and sauces, giving an aerated puff, binding and founding the strength of powders to liquids. Eggs can be fermented for bonus nutritional makeups, courtesy of microbes that came with your environment.

Eggs are also wonderfully diverse across different species—different regions, different cultures, different sizes. To match, humanity's reactions, perceptions and uses of eggs are diverse as well: some are allergic, some aren't too fond of the taste, others like it underfried and others like it hardboiled, some put it in sandwiches and others put it raw in smoothies. Mayo and Alfredo sauce share it as a basic ingredient, and people have different opinions or uses for each.

An eggshell is also an ideal canvas. Blue eggshells are beautiful, so are pasture brown and classic white, or the quail speckled. You can paint whatever you like onto an egg, and it'll be every bit as beautiful as you want it to be.

But not everyone thinks all these things or not at once, despite being common interpretations of an egg. An egg's value and meaning therefore live in the eye of the beholder.

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So this capital T Truth may or may not be impossible to attain, and you're maybe a turd and you're maybe the intellectual they all took you for. How do you know yourself? What makes yourself, anyway? Is yourself your mind and thoughts or is it your soul, or is it the mouth that chews or is it the hands that write? Maybe you're the electromagnetic phenomenon, or the biochemical one, or the metaphysical one. Is a mirror a perfect copy of yourself? How can you look at yourself without inevitably warping yourself in the process, say, by extending your eyes such that they U-turn toward you? How to observe an inobservable object?

English Prime is not only a linguistic exercise, it's also an ontological one. If you remove verbs about being, how do you describe an object of observation?:

I find the name Yolk comfortable and symbolic enough for myself in this state. I often shy away from speaking my mind, as I fear others might mistake the ideas I play with to weigh more seriously than I believe them to. I watched Moral Orel last year, but its significance took a while to set in my heart—and thankfully so, because I don't think I had the conditions to grasp it at the time either. I like partaking in unseriousness because I already had my fill of serious, but not necessarily serious as in negative, moreso as attachment.

This is still a sorely incomplete description of myself, but I'd never truly do myself the justice, and I don't have to. It doesn't actually matter if I am a turd or if I am smart, because beyond being vague terms, they're not very measurable at all, especially if you attempt to do so in the realm of cultural agnosis.

Additionally, as with the continuous simultaneous processes of the weather or the cardiac pulse, it's all change and transformation, every instant. When I wake up in the morning I'll be(have) someone else, and descriptions I once thought accurate fade away. Whatever is consistent makes the mean average that you can more reliably describe and observe. The good news is, as a continuous process, yourself also has tremendous power for change of path, and therefore the power to change consistency and character. Just bear in mind, yourself holds a very complex and multi-faceted system; in purposeful change, the biggest challenge is in recognizing the relationships between factors and consequences.

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There are just so many different points of theory in spiritual and religious matters, it's hard to find footing in these waters. Thousands of Protestant (or Protestant-leaning) denominations spawned after Luther, simply because many found themselves no longer beholden to a central authority for means of Correct interpretation and practice. And even before Luther, there's already so many denominations split from disagreements on so-called heresy or doctrine or practice, given the multiple Catholicisms and Orthodoxies. So many perspectives, so many arguments, so many regional, historical, political, economic and cultural backgrounds influencing them. Nevermind the ecumenical councils attempting union between them—how does one even try finding any truth, or worse, if they're still stuck on that folly, how does one find a Truth without sticking with pre-conceived notions?

You don't. Like with the self-identity and self-description. What is most consistent in your reality? What empowers you the most? If you wanted to play, how would you, and why not do it always? In the realm of the irrational and the metaphysical, what do your emotions and instincts crave? Why not try a bit of everything and see what sticks? When truth is what you can discern, why not do some housekeeping, decorate the place a bit?

You might find the philosophical insights you find in belief systems around the world have a lot more emotional impact if you open yourself to it. You might end up with a new formative experience that grows you into a more fulfilled, complete character in this cosmic play. But only if you let yourself drift along the streams, rather than drown swimming against them.

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Across the world, there's a couple consistencies in how eggs are perceived and symbolized by humanity, beyond its obvious dietary aspect. Namely, as an essence of creation, a primordial source of the Cosmos, a rebirth and renewal, a stage in the cycle of life. You may be familiar with the Ourobouros, the snake that eats its tail in a constant cycle of life and death and rebirth; in this manner it is a sibling of the egg. This happens with the Hindus, the Egyptians, some Native American mythologies, and even Finnish folklore. In simpler abstractions of this, eggs can also symbolize fertility, creative and positive potential, good luck for the future.

Christians especially go hardcore on the eggs, and not just out of "pagan" syncretism. With God as the primordial source of the Cosmos, and with Jesus being the Son of God, and also God, and also the Son of Man; with Jesus' story bringing change and renewal to the Hebrew faith of His time; with the hopefully positive future of unity with Christ and God, His story is neatly enveloped and concise in the egg. It's no wonder that the eggs sustained even the commercial, secularized interpretations of Easter—Christ transforms the world as Spring transforms every year, and that's a powerful image.

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Hopefully I can act as an eggshell canvas for others to springboard their own ideas, or just to provide some value of my own. I hope to humble and empty myself so as to stay open for new perspectives, new modes of being. And hopefully, by cultivating a continuous rebirth cycle of the self, I can be the yolkchild I aspire to keep being.

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Pysanky eggs taken from here.

[cigmuttfreud]

i think today was one of the best if not the best of all our little whatever-ya-call-its

first off i am writing this before i get completely trashed because i feel it impending, so i wanted to get my thoughts out while i still could.

him edging in the morning was probably the best decision ever. i got to taste even more of him, twice. hell yeah. the first time was fun because it got somewhat messy. honestly, don't regret it. only complaint is it getting in my hair.

i spent a lot of time on top of him today. usually its not my favorite because its harder to hit the right angles and my knees give out, but today i was able to actually handle it and god i get the hype. him grabbing my hips as my face is pressed into his shoulder. moving me in time with his movements. i felt so full. and so close to him, which i really like.

the first nap and wakeup surprise was super unexpected, because unlike last time I didn't even feel it. like i didn't wake up until he started with his mouth. achievement i suppose. he's gotten so much better with his mouth. constant improvement. i have 0 complaints.

i noticed today that when using his hands on the outside, he's basically found the spot. tortured me with it a bunch though. i really like it when he makes me wait to cum. i complain and struggle every time but the payoff is always good and i like him controlling me a lot.

lots of hand stuff in general. the three fingers was fine this time, am i getting used to it? it hurt for only a second. me begging and pleading for him to stop.... gaaaaaahhh... him continuing to go faster.

fourth finger was kinda dodgy. unironically really hurt and i think he tore something but the way he handled it... told me to quit complaining and that i'll get better next time. him appearing to have like no regard for my feelings as i cried and begged him to take them out. and when he did, holding me and telling me it'll all be ok as he tells me to quit crying and that he'll do it again next time. agghhhhhhhhhhhh i love when he does stuff like that.

him cutting his initials into me. i literally came from it. as dumb as that sounds. its just, pure ownership. a constant reminder of who i belong to. it feels so good when he does it.

him telling me while i was nonverbal at one point how much he loves everything about me. like going on a whole rant about it. and how much i belong to him. i was literally gonna cry it made me so happy.

so much kissing this time and i love it. literally like top 3 things ever. its just such a hungry feeling that nothing else can really fix its so good.

is it missionary if hes bent over me or is that technically a mating press? dunno and dont really care but every time he'd pull my hips in closer and slam into me. i could do that all day.

something i could seriously do all day was doggy. it's my favorite which i guess makes sense. it feels the best. no angles, no hurt legs, only occasionally falling off the bed. just straight in and fast. he gets really fast with it actually. it makes me so dumb and dizzy.

him recording me and making fun of me with it. another weird thing i came from. idk why i liked it so much. as soon as i got home i rewatched the videos like 4 times. aaaa im weird.

me passing out. i wish i was able to see what he did while i was because he said he did something.

him choking me like severely that one time where there was genuinely no way to breathe. like strangling and pulling my head up. it was crazy.

my head game was sorta alright. i think i got the tongue stuff down and found a new weird suction technique with the front of my mouth but i was having major choking problems and stuff. it made me really lightheaded. even though he told me to stop i kept going because i wanted to make him feel good even when he tood me to stop going so deep.

i felt good just staring at him watching the faces of pure pleasure he made as he jacked off the second time. i was so locked in. and then my throat was like instantly full. i miss that feeling. i'm sorta useless without him using me.

him denying me water. yeah another control thing i like, what about it?

anyway its almost done kicking in its so bad oh my god i wish i could write more

[technosoftwares23]

Transform Your Site with a Webflow Development Agency

Transform Your Online Presence with a Webflow Development Agency

Having an online presence now makes sense for any business that wants to be heard nowadays. Your website is the face of your brand, often considered the first impression customers get. To manufacture a site that is visually appealing, highly functional, and user-friendly, Webflow has become a common platform that developers and businesses utilize to achieve this.

But Webflow provides enormous potential; using it to the fullest would require some skill and expertise in using the platform. This is where a specialized Webflow development agency comes in like Techno Softwares. Place you along with a team of Webflow experts, and they will make magic happen with your website's performance and take your online presence to even greater heights. 

Let us discuss how Webflow works, what makes it so popular, and how a Webflow development company can help you achieve your business goals.

Why Engage a Webflow Development Agency?

Agencies that develop web with Webflow know all the efficacy and efficacy of web development-in other words, they know how to make your site be well spent in seconds and performed well. The following are the propositions that working with Webflow experts such as Techno Softwares brings to your business.

1. Expert Use of Webflow’s Features

The tools that Webflow popped to build visually appealing websites are tremendously advanced, but getting the most out of these tools is a matter of experience. Webflow experts can help with:

Custom Interactions and Animations: Building compelling animations and interactions that enhance the user experience while giving your website a memorable quality.

Complex Design Layouts: Creating individualized, responsive layouts that look flawless on any device.

Custom Code Integration: Where Webflow's default features do not suffice, most advanced functionalities, such as third-party tools or payment gateways, can be added. By leveraging their expertise, a Webflow agency makes sure that your webpage is built completely up to perfection.

2. Website Launch Faster

Time-consuming and takes too long to develop a website from the ground up, busy Webflow. A Web development agency like Techno Softwares uses its own workflows, experience, and expert team to instantly build an online professional website. Thus, leaving you to manage your business as experts develop your site and issue it right on time.

3. Custom Designs That Fit Your Brand 

The website is a reflection of the identity and values of your brand. Webflow professionals always design unique designs catering to your requirements for the business. 

One of a kind look: Unlike the ubiquitous templates, agencies create absolutely unique designs that go with the vision and brand.

User-centered design: A well-designed website is much time-consuming to look at but also easy to navigate. Webflow developers concentrate on user-friendly designs that increase customer engagement and conversion. 

With Techno Softwares, you will have a beautiful yet functional website, captivating the attention of your audience and imprinted with your brand's identity.

4. Easy Integration of Webflow's CMS

Webflow makes it pretty easy to handle content but configuring that is a bit technical. A Webflow development agency, therefore: 

Make Content Upload Easy: Configure a CMS through which a website's content can be edited, and updated without technical skills. 

Organize Your Content: Organize your content in a way that is easy to manage and ready for use - SEO optimized. 

Techno Softwares assures that your Webflow CMS will be developed completely with you as their primary target to ease the scaling of your contents according to the growth of your business. 

5. Fully Responsive Websites 

With the increase in mobile use, a responsive website is a must-have. A Webflow development agency makes sure that your site looks really great and functions fabulously across platforms, including the following: 

Cell Phones: Optimizing layouts for smaller screens to have a seamless user experience. 

Tablets and Laptops: The beauty of your content across hundreds of screen sizes. 

Techno Softwares increases your usability for the web, thus improving customer satisfaction by focusing on responsive designs.

Why Choose Techno Softwares for Webflow Development? 

Techno Softwares has a strong team of skilled Webflow developers who specialize in creating very personalized, high-performance websites based on client needs. 

Some of our areas of specialization include: 

Responsive and user-friendly web designs.

Seamless integration of Webflow CMS for easy content management. 

Advanced SEO and performance optimization. 

Creating engaging animations and interactions that captivate your audience. 

Techno Softwares can design a marvelous website for you in the competitive digital landscape, whether you are a startup or a more complex business.

Conclusion

Thus, by joining hands with a Webflow development agency like Techno Softwares, you revolutionize your online presence. From custom designs and being functionally sound to enhanced SEO and speedy delivery, Webflow experts ensure that your website is built to meet your specific business goals. 

Contact Techno Softwares now if you want to change your online presence. Make that website, which will not only represent their brand but also reap profits.

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Beyond the Diploma: Essential Career Strategies for Fresh Graduates

Graduating from college is an exciting milestone, but it can also be daunting as you transition into the professional world. With the right strategies, you can effectively launch your career and set yourself up for success. Here are essential career strategies for fresh graduates to help you navigate this new chapter.

1. Leverage Your Network

Networking is crucial for discovering job opportunities and gaining insights into your industry.

Reconnect with classmates: Your peers can be valuable contacts as you all embark on your careers.

Utilize alumni networks: Reach out to alumni from your school who are working in your desired field for advice and potential job leads.

Attend networking events: Participate in career fairs, industry conferences, and local meetups to connect with professionals.

2. Build an Impressive Resume

Your resume is often your first impression on potential employers, so make it count.

Highlight relevant experience: Include internships, volunteer work, and projects that showcase your skills and achievements.

Tailor your resume: Customize your resume for each job application to reflect the specific skills and experiences relevant to that position.

Use action verbs: Start bullet points with strong action verbs to convey your contributions effectively.

Check This Page: Course Training and Assessment

3. Master the Art of Job Searching

Finding the right job takes time and strategy.

Utilize job boards: Explore platforms like LinkedIn, Indeed, and Glassdoor for job postings tailored to your field.

Set job alerts: Create alerts for positions that match your interests and qualifications to stay informed about new opportunities.

Follow companies of interest: Keep tabs on organizations you admire to be among the first to know about job openings.

4. Prepare for Interviews

Interviews can be nerve-wracking, but preparation is key to success.

Research the company: Understand its mission, values, and recent developments to show your interest and knowledge during the interview.

Practice common questions: Prepare for common interview questions and rehearse your answers to feel more confident.

Prepare questions: Have thoughtful questions ready to ask your interviewer, demonstrating your interest in the role and company.

5. Embrace Internships and Entry-Level Positions

Gaining experience is invaluable, even if it means starting at the bottom.

Consider internships: Internships can provide hands-on experience, enhance your resume, and often lead to full-time positions.

Apply for entry-level jobs: These roles may not be your dream job, but they can help you gain skills and knowledge in your field.

6. Develop Soft Skills

Employers value soft skills just as much as technical expertise.

Work on communication skills: Practice clear and effective verbal and written communication.

Cultivate teamwork abilities: Learn to collaborate with others, as many jobs require working in teams.

Show adaptability: Being open to change and able to handle unexpected challenges will set you apart.

Checkout This Page: How to Prepare for a Job Interview

7. Create an Online Presence

In today’s digital age, having an online presence can enhance your job prospects.

Optimize your LinkedIn profile: Make sure your profile is complete, showcasing your skills, experience, and a professional photo.

Engage with industry content: Share articles, comment on posts, and connect with professionals to establish your presence in your field.

Consider a personal website: If relevant, create a portfolio site to showcase your work, projects, or blog about industry topics.

8. Continue Learning and Growing

The learning doesn’t stop after graduation.

Take online courses: Use platforms like Coursera or Udemy to acquire new skills that enhance your employability.

Stay informed: Follow industry trends and news to keep your knowledge current and relevant.

Seek feedback: Continuously ask for feedback from supervisors and peers to identify areas for improvement.

9. Be Open to Feedback

Constructive criticism can help you grow and improve.

Listen actively: Pay attention to feedback from colleagues and supervisors, and take it to heart.

Apply lessons learned: Use feedback as a tool for personal and professional development.

10. Stay Positive and Persistent

The job search can be challenging, but maintaining a positive attitude is crucial.

Stay motivated: Celebrate small victories and milestones along the way.

Be patient: Finding the right job may take time, so stay persistent and adaptable.

Remember your worth: Believe in your skills and abilities, and don’t hesitate to advocate for yourself during the job search.

Conclusion

Transitioning from graduation to a successful career requires strategic planning and perseverance. By leveraging your network, honing your skills, and maintaining a positive outlook, you can navigate this challenging time with confidence. Remember, every step you take is a valuable part of your career journey—embrace it!

Related Post: How to improve Career Development

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Laptop Repairing Institute in Patna: Unlock a Bright Future with AK Info

In today’s digital age, laptops have become an essential tool for work, education, and entertainment. The demand for skilled professionals who can troubleshoot and repair laptops is steadily increasing. For anyone looking to build a career in this field, enrolling in a professional laptop repairing institute is crucial. In Patna, AK Info stands out as one of the most trusted and leading names in laptop repairing training.

In this comprehensive guide, we will walk you through everything you need to know about the Laptop Repairing Institute in Patna provided by AK Info. We will also explore how their high-quality laptop repairing training in Patna can help you achieve a successful career in the tech industry.

Why Choose Laptop Repairing as a Career?

Before diving into why AK Info is the best choice for your laptop repair training in Patna, let’s first explore why this profession has so much potential.

High Demand for Technicians

The use of laptops is growing by the day, especially with the rise in online education, remote work, and digitalization. However, like all electronic devices, laptops are prone to malfunctions and require regular maintenance. From hardware issues to software problems, trained laptop technicians are in high demand to resolve these issues efficiently.

Affordable and Easy to Learn

Unlike many other professions, laptop repairing doesn’t require a lengthy and expensive degree program. You can start learning the basics and advanced techniques in a relatively short time through a well-structured course, such as the one offered by AK Info.

Freelance Opportunities

One of the biggest advantages of becoming a laptop repair technician is the flexibility of working as a freelancer. Once you complete your laptop repairing training in Patna from AK Info, you can start offering your services independently, whether from home or by setting up your own repair shop.

AK Info: A Trusted Name in Laptop Repairing Institute in Patna

AK Info is a well-established Laptop Repairing Institute in Patna known for its quality training and expert faculty. Whether you are a beginner or someone looking to enhance your technical skills, AK Info has tailored courses that will meet your needs.

Let’s delve deeper into what makes AK Info the best option for laptop repairing training in Patna.

1. Comprehensive and Practical-Oriented Courses

At AK Info, the curriculum is designed to provide students with hands-on experience. Theoretical knowledge is essential, but when it comes to laptop repairing, practical skills are what truly matter. The institute offers training modules that cover:

Basic and advanced hardware troubleshooting

Software installations and OS repairs

Diagnosing motherboard issues

Laptop component replacement (keyboard, screen, etc.)

Circuit-level repairs

Each course is designed to equip you with the technical expertise needed to handle a wide range of laptop issues.

2. Expert Faculty with Industry Experience

The quality of education largely depends on the instructors. AK Info boasts a team of highly experienced professionals who have been in the laptop repair industry for years. Their real-world experience provides students with valuable insights and tips that go beyond textbooks.

3. State-of-the-Art Equipment and Lab Facilities

The practical aspect of the training at AK Info is carried out in well-equipped labs with modern tools and technology. This ensures that students get familiar with the latest equipment and techniques used in the laptop repairing field, preparing them to tackle real-world problems with confidence.

4. Affordable Fee Structure

One of the key reasons why AK Info is popular in Patna is its affordable fee structure. The institute believes in providing high-quality education at reasonable costs, making it accessible to students from different financial backgrounds. Despite the low fees, there’s no compromise on the quality of training offered.

5. Short-Term and Long-Term Courses

Whether you are looking to complete your training quickly or dive deep into every aspect of laptop repairing, AK Info offers flexibility in its course durations. You can opt for short-term specialized courses or comprehensive long-term courses based on your availability and career goals.

Key Benefits of Joining AK Info for Laptop Repairing Training in Patna

Choosing AK Info as your Laptop Repairing Institute in Patna offers multiple advantages that will set you up for success in the tech industry.

1. Industry-Recognized Certification

After completing the laptop repairing training in Patna at AK Info, you will receive an industry-recognized certificate. This certification validates your skills and makes it easier for you to find job opportunities in the laptop repair and service sector.

2. 100% Job Assistance

Job placement is a priority at AK Info. The institute has strong connections with leading tech companies and service centres. After course completion, students are provided with job assistance, helping them secure positions in reputed organizations or even start their own business.

3. In-Depth Learning

Unlike many other training institutes that only skim the surface, AK Info ensures that every student leaves with a deep understanding of laptop repairing. The institute encourages curiosity and problem-solving, ensuring students know not just how to fix an issue but also why the problem occurred.

4. Access to Latest Technology

Staying updated with the latest laptop technology is essential for any technician. AK Info continuously updates its syllabus to include training on new models, advanced repairing tools, and the latest repair techniques.

How to Enroll in AK Info Laptop Repairing Institute in Patna

Now that you understand the value of joining the Laptop Repairing Institute in Patna at AK Info, you may be wondering how to get started. Enrolling is a simple process, and the team at AK Info is always ready to assist you.

1: Contact the Institute

You can get in touch with AK Info by visiting their official website or calling their support number. The team will provide you with all the necessary information about the courses, fee structures, and schedules.

2: Choose the Right Course

Based on your skill level and career goals, you can choose from their array of courses. If you’re not sure which one is best for you, the counselors at AK Info can guide you through the decision process.

3: Attend a Free Demo Class

Before making a final commitment, AK Info offers a free demo class. This gives potential students a chance to experience the teaching style, interact with the faculty, and understand the course content.

4: Enroll and Begin Training

Once you’ve decided on the course, you can complete the enrollment process and start your training. With both weekday and weekend batches available, you can choose a schedule that suits your personal and professional commitments.

Success Stories: How AK Info Shaped Careers

Many students who have graduated from the Laptop Repairing Institute in Patna at AK Info have gone on to build successful careers. Whether working for multinational corporations or running their own laptop repair businesses, these individuals credit AK Info for providing the foundation they needed to excel.

Here are a few testimonials from former students:

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[techshoreinspection]

Top Career Paths for Graduates of Oil & Gas Technology Programs

Graduating with a degree in Oil & Gas Technology opens doors to a diverse range of career opportunities within one of the most vital industries in the world. The oil and gas sector is known for its complexity, technological advancements, and significant global impact, making it a dynamic field for those equipped with specialized knowledge. Here, we explore some of the top career paths for graduates of Oil & Gas Technology programs.

1. Petroleum Engineer

Petroleum engineers are at the forefront of oil and gas extraction. They design and develop methods to extract oil and gas from beneath the Earth's surface, optimizing techniques to ensure efficiency and safety. Their expertise is crucial in drilling operations, reservoir management, and production optimization. This role is highly technical and often requires working closely with geologists, drilling teams, and other engineers to achieve the best results.

2. Drilling Engineer

Drilling engineers are responsible for planning and executing drilling operations. They ensure that drilling is done safely, efficiently, and in an environmentally responsible manner. This role involves working with cutting-edge technology to design drilling plans, select equipment, and manage the drilling team. Drilling engineers must also address any challenges that arise during drilling, making this a highly dynamic and rewarding career path.

3. Production Engineer

Production engineers focus on the daily operations of oil and gas production facilities. Their primary goal is to maximize output while minimizing operational costs. They monitor production data, troubleshoot issues, and implement strategies to improve efficiency. Production engineers play a vital role in ensuring that oil and gas are extracted in the most cost-effective and sustainable way possible.

4. Reservoir Engineer

Reservoir engineers analyze underground reservoirs to determine how much oil and gas they contain and the best way to extract these resources. They use advanced software and models to predict reservoir performance and develop plans to maximize recovery. This role is critical in optimizing the financial viability of oil and gas projects, making it an essential career in the industry.

5. Health, Safety, and Environmental (HSE) Manager

HSE managers are responsible for ensuring that oil and gas operations comply with all health, safety, and environmental regulations. They develop and implement safety programs, conduct risk assessments, and ensure that operations are carried out safely and sustainably. With increasing emphasis on environmental protection and worker safety, HSE managers play a crucial role in the industry.

6. Process Engineer

Process engineers in the oil and gas industry design and optimize processes for refining oil and gas into usable products like gasoline, diesel, and natural gas. They work in refineries and chemical plants, focusing on improving efficiency, reducing waste, and ensuring product quality. This role requires a strong understanding of chemical engineering principles and offers opportunities to innovate in process design.

7. Geoscientist

Geoscientists study the Earth to locate and assess oil and gas deposits. They use geological data, seismic imaging, and other technologies to identify potential drilling sites. Geoscientists work closely with engineers to ensure that exploration and extraction are carried out effectively. This role is ideal for those with a strong background in geology and a passion for fieldwork.

8. Project Manager

Project managers in the oil and gas sector oversee complex projects, such as the construction of new facilities, drilling operations, or pipeline installations. They coordinate teams, manage budgets, and ensure that projects are completed on time and within scope. Strong leadership and organizational skills are essential for success in this role, as is the ability to handle the unique challenges of the oil and gas industry.

9. Environmental Consultant

Environmental consultants assess the environmental impact of oil and gas operations and develop strategies to minimize negative effects. They work with companies to ensure compliance with environmental regulations and help implement sustainable practices. This role is increasingly important as the industry faces growing scrutiny over its environmental footprint.

10. Supply Chain Manager

Supply chain managers in the oil and gas industry oversee the procurement, transportation, and storage of materials and products. They ensure that everything from raw materials to finished products is delivered efficiently and cost-effectively. This role requires strong analytical skills and an understanding of logistics, making it a key position in the global oil and gas supply chain.

Conclusion

A degree in Oil & Gas Technology equips graduates with the skills and knowledge needed to excel in various high-demand roles within the industry. Whether you're drawn to the technical challenges of engineering, the strategic aspects of project management, or the environmental considerations of HSE roles, there are numerous career paths available that offer both personal fulfillment and professional growth. As the industry continues to evolve, the demand for skilled professionals in oil and gas technology will remain strong, providing graduates with opportunities to make a significant impact on the world.

[alobha-technologies]

How To Choose The Right Software Development Company For Your Project?

Choosing the right software development company for your project is an important decision. It can be a daunting task, especially if you don’t have any technical background. But with the right guidance, you can make sure that you choose the best software development company for your project and get your desired results.

 Identify Your Objectives and Requirements First

Before you commence your search when it comes to developing an app, website, or digital marketing strategy, it is essential to identify your objectives and requirements first. This will help you create a plan that is tailored to meet your specific goals and needs. It is also important to consider the technical requirements of the project in order to ensure that the end product meets all of the necessary standards. By taking the time to identify your objectives and requirements first, you can ensure that your app development, web design, or digital marketing project is successful.

Research

When trying to find the right software development company, there are many things that you should consider. The Second step in this process is your research and finding out what kind of company you can trust with your project. You can look into your network and seek referrals or search online for reviews on potential companies. If they have a good reputation, then they are most likely going to be able to complete the task that needs to be done within the time frame set forth by you.

Simply searching for this on Google isn’t going to help much. Look out for platforms where software development companies are listed. There are a few websites that have got a catalogue of IT firms. They allow you to filter enterprises as per their strength (ranging from small to large), ratings and reviews, hourly rate, etc. One of the best things about such websites is that there is reliable and genuine feedback from the clients/customers, and not influenced.

Check Portfolio

The next thing to look for in a software development company is its portfolio. The portfolio of the company is an important factor to consider. A good portfolio should showcase the company’s expertise in app development, web design, web development and digital marketing. It should include examples of successful projects that have been completed by the company. This will help you get an idea about their capabilities and skillset. It will also give you an indication of how well they can handle complex projects and deliver successful outcomes for their clients.

If you are still not satisfied with their work, then ask them to send you some testimonials and delivery timelines. Their delivery timings have been reliable in the past so you can try out their apps before you invest.

Choose the best Agile Software Development Firms

As you have further narrowed down your list of companies providing custom software development services, reach out to them. Specify your goals & requirements, and assess their business acumen. Examining the company’s technical due diligence- which would provide you with insights into the technology used, architecture, and development process should help narrow down which company is best suited for your project.

 While most companies do follow an agile methodology these days, there are still those who prefer a more traditional approach. Agile is a software development process that enables you to develop products and services rapidly, with minimal waste and maximum results. This is achieved by making use of software development lifecycles (SDLCs), which are more suited to meet the needs of modern clients.

Do Not Fall For Cheap Offers

If budget is not a major concern, you won’t face much trouble while outsourcing software development services. Assuming that you have a limited budget plan, it can be a hassle. But, we would strongly suggest not to fall for cheap services. You may come across companies that would promise to deliver high-quality services at a very cheap price. Stay away from them, it’s a farce. Quality comes with a price, there’s a reason why top firms charge you high.

It’s not all about the price. Consider cost-effective services, not cheap. Quality should never be compromised and a good product would speak for itself. Look out for companies that fit within your budget. You might have to re-plan your product modules but go forward with firms that seem genuine. Unnaturally, economical services can later turn out to be the most expensive for your business as such firms may later reveal hidden costs.

[ladyartemesia]

The Luna

◐ PART VII of THE ALPHA ◐

◐ Series Masterlist ◐

◐ Part I ◐ Part II ◐ Part III ◐ Part IV ◐ Part V ◐ Part VI ◐

Pairing: Alpha Werewolf Jimin x Omega Reader

Rating: Hard Mature 18+ (for this installment)

Warnings: this one is a little darker... implied violence, mentions of blood, ABO sexual dynamics including discussion of scenting, marking, mating, and claiming, sexual innuendo, discussion of violence relating to ritual combat, possessive behavior, injuries and discussion of injuries, discussions or ruts, (non-explicit) kidnapping and drugging, its not as bad as it sounds, but it is definitely a bit darker...

Word Count: 4200

Author’s Note: You have no idea what your support has meant to me. After getting the dreaded Covid it was awhile before I had the energy to work on this. Truly your asks and your messages and comments...they made me so happy. You made me believe that people wouldn’t forget about this story. I am so grateful you were able to wait. As always, my angels @ppersonna @xjoonchildx @untaemedqueen and @underthejoon were the best betas and the best friends anyone could ask for. My thanks to ALL of you for helping me bring this story to life! I don’t know what I would do without your daily encouragement and your daily support. You guys are the heartbeat of this story. 

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Fifteen Years Ago...

———◐——— 

“It can’t be-”

“Run for the elders! Quickly! 

“Red smoke rises from the Luna’s hearth!”

The red smoke was invented by the first wolf known to mate a witch. Legend has it that their bond lent him some of her magic and with it he created a mystical powder that unleashed bloody plumes like knife slashes in the clouds. 

It was a distress call. 

A wolf in danger or in need could throw the powder (usually into their fireplace) and the red smoke would rise - drawing others to their aid. 

No fire was needed and the strange shimmering clouds it produced could even be seen on a moonless night. 

“What happened? Where is the Luna?”

The chief elder was still out of breath, having charged over from his chambers to find Isa in hysterics. 

“She’s gone! Something scared her! It triggered a half-shift!”

His eyes widened in fear and alarm. 

“She’s too young to half-shift. The energy it would take-”

Isa broke into sobs again. 

The girl was only five years old. She and her wolf were too volatile to merge safely. The wolf would be frightened - it would run. 

Eventually the child might regain control, but she would have no way of knowing where she was or how she got there… 

And she would be weak. The effects of the shift were too much for a pup that age. 

The chief elder felt true terror grip his heart. 

“Call for the alphas - immediately!”

Although they were technically one of the oldest bloodlines in the village, Park Clan had only five families to its name - all betas. 

Except for one. 

Park Jimin was the first alpha ever born to the Parks and as such he became the head of his family on the day of his birth - officially the youngest clan leader in history. 

When the call for alphas spread through the village, nine year-old Jimin was roused from his bed to serve on behalf of his people. 

Clan alphas were required to report, regardless of their age. 

“I don’t have to tell any of you what is at stake. Our pack has been entrusted with the Luna’s bloodline. Her safety is our sacred commission.”

The woods were no place for a child. If fluctuating temperatures and possible starvation weren’t bad enough, there were wild bears, packless ferals, rogue witches, snakes, and worst of all-

Unblessed wolves—animals without a human heart. They were by far the most pressing danger to the little girl. 

“Surely young Park can remain at home for this,” Jeon Jinseok pressed. The boy was barely older than his grandson, Jungkook, and he was reluctant to endanger another pup needlessly. 

Some quiet murmurs of assent could be heard around the elder’s chambers, however the chief elder himself shook his head sadly. 

“I understand your concern… but the law is the law. Every clan alpha is sworn to such a task. He took an oath after his first transformation-”

“He was seven-”

“An oath is still an oath.”

All eyes turned to the gentle voice in the corner. The Park alpha looked impossibly small and soft. 

But his gaze burned with determination. 

“It is my right and duty to seek the Luna alongside all of you.” His round little jaw clenched stubbornly. “I’m not afraid.”

The sound of bones and sinew shifting filled the air as one by one the clan alphas fell to their wolf forms and took off into the forest. 

Until only a small silver wolf remained. 

The chief elder sighed. 

The boy would not undergo the Change for another six years. The mental link between his wolf and human forms was not yet complete. It was difficult for information to pass from one to the other. 

“You are the wolf force of Park Jimin.”

After a moment the wolf nodded.

“You were called here because the Luna has gone missing and you must find her if you can. Search the woods until your wolf force can endure no longer and then return. If you find the child, bring her home as soon as possible.”

The young wolf nodded again and then disappeared into the night. 

It was cold. 

The last thing you remembered was a loud noise. It was too close - you panicked-

Then there was heat and pain and running and now this-

Darkness and barren trees looming over you as far as your frightened eyes could see. 

“...Hello?”

Your hands were bleeding. Tears began to slide softly down your cheek as your lips trembled. 

“H-Hello?”

Jimin had never been allowed into the forest alone. A myriad of new shapes and odd smells assaulted his senses as he ran. 

He had only seen you a handful of times. 

Bright silver eyes with a smile that could set even the coldest heart into bloom. 

Now you needed him.

And he was going to save you. 

It was not a question or a matter of chance in his mind. He was meant to find you. It was as if a thread from his chest was bound to a thread from yours and his wolf knew to follow it without question or thought for its significance. 

I’m coming, little Luna. Hold on. 

Your nose was not yet fully developed, but the stench creeping through the air toward you was unmistakable. 

Unblessed. 

A soulless wolf. 

The last time you encountered it was after a hunt. Your father killed one who attacked him and he brought it home for you to scent. 

So you could recognize the smell of danger. 

Gradually two shining eyes emerged from the darkness, yet unlike the wolves of your village, these were dark and fathomless-

Hungry. 

You couldn’t tell much about its age or coloring, it was too thin - too dirty, but the bared teeth and steady progress closer signaled its intent clearly. 

“Please,” you whispered, as it crouched back on its hind legs, preparing to strike. 

Tears blurred your vision as you heard it leap forward. 

But the strike never came. 

Another wolf tackled it to the ground before it could reach you. The two of them tangled viciously in the moonlight; a terrifying mass of snarling and claws. 

The smaller fighter was already bleeding, but he clamped down on his opponent’s throat in the first hit and hung on to it even as the animal snapped and scratched brutally at his skin. 

Jimin could feel his strength beginning to fail him. The pain was excruciating, but he had to endure. If he let go, he was lost- 

You were lost.

So he held. 

And at last the soulless wolf collapsed on top of him. 

For a moment, all was quiet. 

Jimin felt the wounds over his hide begin to tug at the edge of his consciousness. Accelerated healing could only do so much... He was hurt badly. 

Then two small hands began to push at the unblessed corpse. Small huffs and heaves poured from you as you worked to free him from beneath his defeated foe. 

“Don’t be afraid, Silver,” you grunted, “Momma says the healing works best if you can get warm.” 

With one final heave you disposed of the beast as best you could, then moved to wrap your body around your injured champion. 

“I can help,” you whispered, letting the tears fall freely. His soft whimpers were the only reply you received as you snuggled in closer, running your hands gently over the soft fur. 

The young wolf’s eyes were already beginning to lose focus. 

“Please goddess,” you begged into the night. “Please save him.”

Then the two of you drifted into a heavy sleep. 

Jimin opened his eyes again just as the dawn broke. 

He was still in wolf form, but the pain of his injuries had lessened considerably. 

Either that or he was becoming numb. 

His eyes dropped to the figure curled up next to him and his heart stirred. You were so pale… and he could feel your small body shivering violently against his chest.

She will not last much longer...

It took nearly everything he had to stand to his feet and nudge you awake. 

“Will you bring me back, Silver?” you asked weakly. 

Jimin nodded and the two of you stumbled forward into the forest, trusting the vague recollections of his wolf instincts to lead you home. 

Isa was beside herself with worry. Wolves came and went throughout the night-

But there was still no sign of you. 

And the odds of a child surviving the woods alone with no heat and no protection were slim at best. 

Her hands shook as she gathered feed for the horses from the storeroom near the back of the house. She willed herself to complete the task - any task - in an effort to busy her mind and perhaps achieve a moment of respite. 

Her hand closed around the back door handle and she started forward - only to nearly lose her balance over something lying on the porch. 

The bucket of feed dropped from her grasp, sending kernels of grain in all directions. 

Two bodies lay in a heap at her feet, clutching one another desperately. The Luna and her silver wolf were covered in matted blood and dirt. 

But they were alive. 

Isa began to scream, drawing out the other two occupants of the house; her husband Roojin and his younger sister, a beta healer named Ryn. 

“Oh my goddess,” Ryn gasped, “that’s the Park alpha! I heard some of the elders saying that he hadn’t checked in last night!”

“Get them inside. If we don’t act quickly we could lose them.”

Roojin tried to lift you away from the wolf, but the action was enough to rouse you and you immediately began to kick and scream frantically. 

“No! I won’t leave him!” you sobbed, wrapping your body even tighter around the injured pup. “Silver, wake up! Please wake up!”

“Baby you need to let him go! We have to treat him!”

But you were frantic, refusing - violently - to be separated from your rescuer. 

Ryn was eventually forced to grab a syringe from her field kit to sedate you. 

Isa carried your limp body to the fireplace and began to peel off your wet clothes while Ryn and Roojin dealt with Jimin’s injuries in the kitchen. Blood dripped over the tabletop and puddled ominously on the floor while they worked. 

“It looks like he was attacked.” Ryn’s eyes began to water. “What a brave little boy.”

“How the hell did he survive this?”

“I don’t know, but without a healing touch he’ll die.” She ripped her gloves off and rolled up her sleeves. “Stand back.”

Twenty minutes later Isa and Roojin caught the young healer as her legs gave out from under her. She had poured the majority of her energy into restoring the young Park alpha - perhaps more than was strictly safe-

But he would survive and that was all that mattered. 

“I must contact the elders,” Isa murmured as she helped Ryn to a seat near the hearth. “In all the chaos I forgot to tell them that we found her.”

Roojin sighed, letting his eyes drift back to the table. 

“That pup brought her back, but I wonder if they’ll even believe it. I wouldn’t - not if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes.”

“No...” Ryn whispered from the chair. “You can’t tell them about the boy.”

“Why not? He’s the only reason she’s still alive. He deserves to be recognized.”

“You don’t understand,” she shook her head weakly. “His clan is nothing. They have no power - no other alphas. This will make him a target. The alpha pups will challenge him and the stronger clans will see him as a threat to their influence…”

She pulled herself upright and limped over to the table where the young wolf slept. 

“But he's just a child….and small for his age at that. He has no powerful clansmen to protect him from the ramifications of this.” 

Her hands clenched to fists. 

“When his human form returns, he won’t remember saving the Luna. We’ll take him to his mother’s home at nightfall - make it seem like he wandered back. He may garner some respect for surviving the woods, but then they’ll leave him alone… and he can go on living his life in peace.”

Ryn turned to face them both with a determined expression. 

“We owe him that.”

“Where is the silver wolf? Where have you taken him?”

As soon as the sedative wore off you reached for the boy once again, only to find that he was gone. 

“The silver wolf was hurt very badly, sweetheart. Your aunt carried him away to be treated.”

“I have to go with him! He needs me!”

“No, honey - you can’t-”

Isa pulled you into her arms and you collapsed into helpless sobs. The last twenty-four hours had finally caught up with you. 

You were too weak to fight back. 

“Luna… the silver wolf is in danger. Are you willing to keep him safe?”

You nodded fiercely, letting the flow of your tears soak through your mother’s sleeves. 

“Then you must never tell another soul that the silver wolf saved you. No one can know that he was with you in the forest.”

Your eyes narrowed in confusion. 

“But-”

“You will tell everyone that you found the way back alone. Do not mention the silver wolf.”

Isa lifted your chin till your eyes met hers. 

“Promise me, Luna.”

Your heart squeezed painfully in your chest as you thought of your champion. He had spared you from a gruesome fate and you did not even know his name. 

You wanted so desperately to thank him. 

Last night, you were so cold - so afraid - that you hadn’t said it...

Now you never could. 

So instead you would protect him - no matter what it cost. 

“I promise.”

———◐——— 

Today...

———◐———  

“I don’t like him.”

Jimin tilted his head slightly toward his best friend.

“Who?”

Taehyung took a long sip of water then moved his hand to cover his mouth. To an outside observer he would appear to be wiping excess liquid from his lips. 

“The senior envoy from the Iron Claw pack.” He shook his head. “Something about him is off. He’s ill at ease.”

All the major packs of the mountain nations dispatched representatives to greet and solidify their relations with the new Alpha. 

Any pack who failed to send a proper delegation risked a diplomatic incident. 

The first twenty-four hours held great significance when it came to the transfer of power. The official term for the tradition-packed period between the revelation of the Alpha and his ultimate reunion with the Luna was called “The King’s New Moon.”

The new moon was the darkest phase of the lunar cycle and the immediate separation from his mate was meant to be a test of the Alpha’s restraint and bearing. 

Jimin wanted to put his fist through a wall. 

He missed you. 

Fighting Namjoon was nothing compared to the torture of this bureaucratic circus.

As the day progressed he was extremely grateful to have Yoongi and Taehyung at his side. Yoongi agreed to act as interim Praetor while Namjoon recovered and he and Taehyung were quick to fill in any knowledge gaps Jimin had with regards to protocol. 

The first round of ceremonial greetings between packs dragged on more than an hour before the bell struck for a brief recess. In fact, until Taehyung’s rather strange pronouncement, nearly every moment played out with boring predictability.

Though there was one notable surprise. 

Apparently the Iron Claw pack had just undergone a change of leadership and was now under the command of a female alpha named Azira Kai. 

Authority in the Iron Claw pack was traditionally decided through combat, and Azira beat nearly thirty-five challengers to ascend as queen. 

Female alphas were extraordinarily rare. Jimin knew they existed, but Azira was the first one he’d ever heard of. 

Iron Claw’s senior envoy delivered the news himself at the start of the ceremony and personally conveyed the queen’s well wishes. 

Jimin eyed the representative in question speculatively from his corner of the table. At first glance the man seemed much like every other emissary gathered in the crowded hall to fulfil centuries old obligations. But Taehyung had always possessed a strange sense about people. 

His instincts could not be easily dismissed. 

“I will keep that in mind,” he whispered as he sent the young man a courteous nod.

The sun had already begun to set when a messenger from the chief elder’s chambers arrived at your door. At long last the ceremonial requirements were drawing to a close and soon the elder’s council would be sending you instructions.

However...‘soon’ could mean anything from twenty minutes to five hours. 

“You might as well rest while you can,” Jin teased with a salacious wiggle of his brows. “Who knows what strenuous activity you might find yourself involved in when they finally let that boy loose.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to pretend that your cheeks weren’t burning with embarrassment. 

“I will rest, but not for any reason you’re thinking.”

Truth be told, your nerves were a bit… frayed. 

A frustration was building within you and nothing seemed to satisfy it. You weren’t even sure what you were wanting, but you definitely wanted it. 

“Of course not,” your cousin chuckled as you gathered your gloves and wandered back to the bedroom. 

An hour later Jin’s boredom found him snuggled up on the couch near the fireplace reading over an old cookbook from your mother’s pantry.

“Heavens… no wonder Aunt Isa’s kimchi is so dry. This is a disgrace.”

Suddenly the front door began to shake and pound violently. Strange smells carried through the air and his eyes widened. 

Foreign wolves. 

He drew in a deep breath and immediately growled in frustration. 

Foreign alphas.

A small bowl of red powder sat on the mantle above the hearth. Jin just barely managed to toss it into the flames before the door splintered off its hinges. 

“Hello boys,” he drawled, unleashing a massive dose of pheromones while the knives strapped to his forearms slid smoothly to his hands. “What brings you here?”

“I just heard the strangest news,” Min Yoongi narrowed his eyes at the small scrap of paper passed to him by one of the council aides. 

“Oh?”

The next set of guild masters were making their way to Jimin at a snail’s pace. It would be several seconds before he needed to greet them. 

“One of the healers sent word that Namjoon has disappeared from his assigned recovery room.” He shook his head curiously. “Where do you suppose he’s gone?”

Jimin’s eyes widened. 

That mangy mutt. He’s probably bent Yunli over every surface of her brother’s house by now. Goddess above! He couldn’t hold out for six more days? 

“I’m sure I have no idea.”

I should have killed him. This is a disaster. He can barely walk, how does he expect to-

“The Miner’s Guild is honored to serve at the pleasure of the Alpha.”

Jimin nodded regally and forced up a pleasant smile. 

“The honor is entirely mine, Master Lee. I look forward to-”

A loud crash split the solemn hush of the room as a young member of the council guard burst through the heavy wooden doors. 

“Red smoke! Red smoke rises from the Luna’s hearth!”

Jimin felt his heart plummet into his stomach. 

Chaos erupted immediately. 

“Call for the guards!”

“We must notify the healers.”

“The messengers just spoke to her-”

“Is it an attack?”

“ENOUGH!”

The Alpha’s voice cut across the assembly with authoritative resonance. 

Every eye turned to him in expectation. 

But he could only think of you. 

“Jung, lock the building down. Take your clansmen and seal off every entrance.”

Murmurs began to stir through the hall as Hoseok directed his people toward the access points, but he ignored them. 

“Choi. Make for the healers. Have a dozen of them meet us there.”

Jimin was already heading for the door. The deadly length of his claws flashed ominously in the firelight. 

“Kim, Min, Jeon - with me.”

The three alphas in question fell in step behind him without a word. 

The scene at the Luna’s home was nightmarish. 

Jimin ran to your room immediately, but all he found was a broken window and the lingering scent of your fear. 

His wolf howled in anguish as he fell to his knees and screamed in rage. 

At the front of the house four badly beaten bodies lay strewn about the kitchen and living room area. Most of the furniture was destroyed and the scent of carnage soaked the air. 

“Jin!”

The omega stood at the center of the rubble. There was a nasty slash running up his right leg and another grievous wound near his ribs. 

But his arms were wrapped around a massive foriegn wolf with the thin blade of his favorite knife pressed against the intruders throat. 

“What happened here?” Yoongi gasped. “And that smell-” he moved his hand to cover his nose. 

“Pheromones,” Taehyung nearly gagged. 

His eyes fell to the corpses - examining their injuries with a critical gaze. 

“Jin, you dangerous bastard.”

The omega simply smiled and forced the prisoner onto his knees. 

“I don’t understand…” Jungkook shook his head. 

“He flooded them with omega pheromones... These four were unmated.” The Kim alpha let out a cold chuckle. “He triggered their ruts… and they killed each other over him.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened. 

Male omegas really were terrifying.

Taehyung’s eyes narrowed and he considered the scene. 

“None of this makes sense. The scent markers are clearly from the Iron Claw pack. They didn’t even bother to mask…”

Jungkook and Yoongi began to search the bodies for any hint of their motives or identity when Jimin returned from your room. His fury was palpable in the air around him. 

“Why would anyone kidnap a Luna?” he snarled. “The divine bloodline is sacred to all wolves. Who would be so reckless?”

Jin shook his head.

“I don’t know.” His knife twisted into the prisoner’s neck. “But he does.”

Jimin crouched down in front of the foreigner, fighting every urge in his soul to tear the mountains apart for his mate.  

“Where is she?”

The prisoner sneered.

“You may be a powerful Alpha, but you are not of my pack or my blood.  I’ll never tell you anything.”

“Oh,” Jimin’s eyes flashed with golden fire, “I think you will.” 

Heavy. 

That was how you felt. 

Your body was sore (like it had been tossed and carried a long distance) and your mind was out of focus (as if everything around you was moving either too quickly or too slowly - honestly you couldn’t quite tell).

You remembered being drugged; some sort of compound pressed against your nose and mouth.  

Glass from the window shattered onto your face…

Then unfamiliar scents and unfamiliar hands closed in on all sides. 

Too fast for you to react.

Too shocking for anyone to have predicted. 

Nothing like this had ever happened and there was no reason to believe it would. 

To harm a Luna was sacrilege. 

It was simply not done. 

What could drive men to such a course of action? 

You should be afraid; terrified even.  

But you weren’t.

Your eyes fluttered open to take your new surroundings. You could vaguely see the shape of seven or eight wolves - alphas by the smell of them-

And then you smiled. 

It wasn’t your usual impish grin or anything close to soft or inviting. 

It was a cold twist that crept over your lips as you watched your abductors set up their camp. 

After a moment, one of them noticed your strange expression. 

“Looks like the little Luna hit her head on the way here,” he called out to his comrades with an amused snort. “You should have been more careful with her, Mac.”

He shook his head and made his way over to where you were tied up. The young alpha reeked so heavily of sweat and self-importance, you almost gagged. 

“What’s got you so amused, Miss Luna?”

It was more of a taunt than a question, but your smile widened nonetheless. 

“My mate is going to kill you.” 

Shock flickered over his features for just a second before he threw his head back and laughed. 

“We’ll be long gone before your sweet little alpha even knows we’re here.” He gripped your chin between his fingers and you snarled. “We masked our scent as soon as we got you - and there isn’t a wolf alive that could track our crew through the woods.”

“You’re wrong,” you whispered. 

Jimin’s face flashed through your mind - followed immediately by another memory, buried deeply, but never forgotten—

of a frightened little girl and the silver wolf who braved the forest and fought a monster to save her. 

“He’ll come for me - no matter what precautions you’ve taken.” You leaned forward a bit, letting the conviction in your gaze blaze through to the depths of your captor’s soul. “And then - he’ll come for you.” 

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[prof-peach]

{{ Could you tell us more about Plum? I saw their name in the moveset post, and that selection of moves really intrigued me! Why the selection of ghost/psychic moves? What do they do on the island? Are they as prickly as the move selection made them sound? Super intrigued!

Plum grew up in the city, with very well off parents, who pretty much gave her the world. While that had its benefits, it came with some down sides. She became very entitled, putting herself on a pedestal and demanding a lot of others. When she wanted to become a ranger, to be like the cool actresses in the movies, attempting daring rescues, fighting crime with their Pokemon. Her family bought her a dratini as a first Pokemon, and paid to enrol her in the ranger academy.

At the same time, peach had been recommended for the same course by local authorities that wanted to channel her destructive nature into something more useful. She was indifferent to doing it, so just went along with the whole thing.

Day one, the pair met their class, their teachers, and the campus. They immediately clashed. Plum was being snide and condescending to other students, peach was sitting behind her, called her some unpleasant things with her stupid dead-pan face, they broke into a fight pretty soon after.

This behaviour continued for four months before the teachers began to explore other options for the pair. Plum had proven incapable of handling her rogue dratini, it paid her no attention, and was often disruptive and chaotic. However she was very astute on the written tests, and technical knowledge of the law. Peach on the other had was suited to the practical learning, her and her vulpix were agile and effective at battles. She however only just scraped by with the written content, and slacked in classes, did just enough to pass with the least amount of effort put in. And so the crazy idea of the pair having to work together at all times until they get along was born. If they didn’t achieve this, together as a team, they would both be booted off the ranger program.

Plum was distraught, the ranger training was hard, it was nothing like the movies showed, she felt cheated out of what she wanted. Her new human partner was a nightmare, rude, blunt, disrespectful, irritating. Her Pokemon partner was unruly, why didn’t it like her? She bought it the nicest things, and fussed over it, and all it would do was run away or try to break all her expensive things. Nothing had turned out right for plum, it was not going to her plan.

The pair had three months to get it together, or they were out.

First month they argued constantly, nitpicking behaviours, being petty, generally getting nothing done well. Peach would bring their collective grade down to spite plum, and plum would slow down and spook Pokemon in the wild constantly, making it impossible to do anything tactical.

Second month peach got sick and tired of plum’s dratini being unruly, and began to secretly work with it to build some trust, whenever plum wasn’t watching. Because plum’s head was always in the books, she was completely unaware of this going on. Instead she studied and brought their written grade up, making sure to compensate for her lazy human partner.

Month three was when plum caught on that peach was working with her Pokemon. They were out tracking an injured aipom, trying to help. Plum’s dratini was out, and it bolted off in one direction, plum called it, it didn’t respond, peach did the same, and it turned immediately to come back, returning to plum’s side. Shocked, plum for once said nothing. They managed to successfully track and trap the injured Pokemon, and give it aid before release. The mark of the first actual successful mission.

Plum began to actually look at what peach was doing, for the first time, she took her head out of the books and secretly began to observe. Observation turned to practice. She started to use things peach was doing, to connect with her partner, and grow their bond.

By the end of their trial three months as a duo team, they had not stopped arguing, fuelled by their newly developed bitter rivalry. Instead of crushing each other down during drills and exams, they worked to out-do each other. A save of your partner was a win, because you could rub it in their face that you were the reason they weren’t hurt. It was enough for the teachers to allow them both to stay on the course.

This continued for a year and a half, they were very volatile together, but always got the job done. It was then that peach had a run in with some truly horrible poachers, and found herself in possession of a Teddiursa with a lot of trauma. There was only one thing to do, the ranger course was regimented and strict, and that didn’t suit her lifestyle. Peach left for the mountains to work with the new member of her team, ditching plum and all her connections without a word.

Plum was furious she would just leave, and vowed to do better than peach ever could have. She finished the ranger course, worked her way up the ladder, and achieved a high ranking admin position after a number of years. Her rich taste never changed, her family money never ran out. Perhaps she could have been brought back down to earth if she had to work with someone like peach for longer, her now faithful dratini had evolved in that time, but always reminded her of the early years, when things were exciting, and she had a strong goal to achieve bigger and better things than her ranger partner.

With new labs popping up, and new connections being made, plum was assigned liaison duty with Dotaku island, unaware that her once small, young rival, was now a big, strong professor. Plum’s dragonair was the tell. It sensed peach a mile off, for the first time in many years, bolting off towards her when it first touched down on the island. Plum saw peach, peach saw plum, snide comments followed, that escalated to insults, then to shouting. And finally the realisation that they had to work together again after all those years.

Now when the ranger bases local to the island catch something that needs specialist care, they send it through, and plum will be the one who handles their cases, and eventual release or rehoming. She does all the paperwork and organising, and the labs handle the actual care and rehabilitation.

Plum is still childish at times, usually quite snide when provoked, but has become strategic and observational about how she handles most things. After graduating top of her class, she’d had a complex about being the best, and prides herself on that. Her paperwork is flawless, her analytical skills top notch. She does however fall short on her people skills, folks do find her snooty at times. She’s taken full advantage of her family money, and bought a lot of gear and lessons to improve her skills over the years. She does lose herself when confronted with her old rival, and both tend to resort to playground tactics.

[guqin-and-flute]

[Modern 3zun Raising Jingyi Au] 

[fueled entirely by @little-smartass‘s 👀 on my first chicken post]

Squa-HAAWWWK! Squank! Squonk! Squonk! Squa-HAAAAAAWK!

“I’m going to have a fucking aneurysm,” Mingjue growled, grinding his thumb into his temple, leaning heavily on the handle of the shopping cart where A-Fu was beating the rubber chicken with the determination of someone completing a decades long plot of revenge. 

Every once in a while, he stopped to throttle it, producing a horrifically loud death wail. Squa-HAAAAAWK!

Xichen shot him a gently reproachful look from scanning the sugar content of the 2 cartoon-festooned cereal boxes in his hands. “Language.”

Squank!

“He’s one."

Squonk squonk!

“Some studies show that children can begin to understand what we say as young as six months,” Xichen warned, then sighed. “Should we get him the one with the marshmallows in it? He loved it when A-Yu babysat but it has so much sugar....”

SQUARNK--AHHHHH! 

A-Fu gave a hearty toddler chortle, kicking his feet up against A-Yao’s side where he stood right next to Mingjue and the din, seeming completely unaffected as he studied his phone. 

SQUAKSQUAKSQUAK--HAAAAAAWK! 

Mingjue stared at the horrible little face the chicken was made with. It looked shocked--like someone had jabbed it with a taser--and somehow, it’s stupid expression made the awful shrieks just that much worse. 

A-Yao looked up at the rabbit on the cereal box in front of him and asked in a faraway voice, “When did I become a suburban mother?” 

“Demonstrably, you are not,” Xichen said in a vague, placating tone, then continued under his breath. “27 grams....that’s practically obscene....”

“When did I start caring what BPA is and what has it?”

Squank! Squinky-squank!

“Technically this is a suburb,” Mingjue muttered, eyes following the trajectory of the chicken’s awful little head with his eyes as his son leaned over to beat it against the shelf. 

Squonk! Squonk! Squonk!

“I have a Target card and I own an ergonomic papoose whose instructions were originally in Swedish.” A-Yao had not moved, staring at the the rabbit mascot as if it had said something distasteful and perplexing. “How did this happen?”

SQU--

“I’m going to throw that thing,” Mingjue warned as A-Fu gleefully squeezed all the air out of its plastic gut, getting ready to let loose another wail of chicken-ish agony.

Abruptly, A-Yao turned and stuck his finger into the chicken’s open mouth with a wide, indulgent grin, muffling the scream to a whine. “Awww Fufu, chicky needs to go nigh-nigh. Nigh-nigh chicky! Oh, yes, there he goes, sleepy sleepy, under the blankets.” In an adept sleight of hand, the chicken went under the pile of shorts in the cart, over to his other hand, and around to the small of his back where Mingjue plucked it from his grip in passing, like an awful yellow football. 

The fussing was revving up behind him when he left the aisle to toss it onto an endcap, but had been miraculously stymied by A-Yao producing some sort of stretchy, antennaed ball in its absence. It was quiet, so that’s all Mingjue could ask for, honestly. His son squashed it and shook it and all that happened was brightly colored lights flashing inside. Silent. Heaven.

"Why did you give that to him in the first place? What were you thinking?”

“You didn’t just shove it somewhere, did you?” A-Yao scrunched his nose up at him, absently petting over A-Fu’s baby fluff.

“I’m not chauffeuring the goddamn chicken back home.”

A-Yao rolled his eyes and went back to his phone, leaning on the handlebar and cocking his hip out. “Never worked retail a day in your life,” he muttered, one eyebrow raised, lips pursed.

Xichen came up and tucked the sugary cereal next to the stack of teething biscuits, reaching out to squeeze both their shoulder’s. “Chicken crisis averted--produce next, please.”

“Thank god,” Mingjue huffed, wheeling the cart around. “So we’re getting the cereal after all? Teething biscuits seem redundant if we’re letting his teeth rot out of his head at the same rate he gets them,” Mingjue pointed, amused.

Xichen merely shook his head with great dignity. “It’s a treat. He’s allowed a treat. We are very careful when we brush our teeth.”

“Sure, sure. Working very hard to justify it,” he added with a grin.

“Don’t tease Er-ge, he’ll feel guilty,” A-Yao scolded absently, even as Xichen looked back down at the box.

En route, he convinced Xichen he was kidding and wrestled the ball away from A-Fu, smushing it against various parts of his face, making him laugh uproariously enough that a nice grandma cooed over his antics next to the squash. When they reached their destination, A-Fu wriggled and reached to be lifted, so A-Yao hefted him onto his hip and listened to him babble seriously about something none of them could yet understand with an indulgent smile. “Ah, I see... Oh, really? Mm, fascinating!”

“I’m culling the toy collection of squeakers,” Mingjue muttered darkly at Xichen under this cute patter, leaning down to put his chin on his shoulder. 

Xichen smiled, a little rueful. “Good luck. I don’t think even I know the extent of his toy collection, and I clean them up daily. I don’t even hear them anymore--they’re like background radiation.”

“Er-ge has been deafened to the particular squeaky toy frequency. It only took him hearing them 12 hours a day for a year, so it’s perfectly achievable. If you start now, you might even make it before he loses interest in them entirely,” A-Yao said dryly over his shoulder from where he and A-Fu were intently inspecting tomatoes.

“Ha. And what about you? You hate inane children’s toys. How are you not on my side?”

“Oh, I’m immune to this particular chicken.”

“How on earth does that work?”

He was given a knowing smirk. “Like I said; you’ve never worked retail a day in your life.” 

[reiedits1]

The Last Of Us Part II

I played and finished The Last Of Us Part II last week and it has been on my mind ever since. I obviously understand that a lot of people have problems with this game, and that’s okay. I’m not here to change anyone’s views on the game or anything, I just want to kind of write down my opinions and takeaways as, again, it’s been on my mind since finishing it lol. Nobody may see this and this will mean nothing, that’s fine. 

Anyway, this post will contain SPOILERS

My Overall Thoughts

I’m not entirely sure how to structure this so I guess I’ll just start with a broad statement lol; I loved The Last Of Us Part II. In my opinion, it’s a beautiful and well-crafted story about loss, grief and consequences, with how each of these things affect different people. 

Discussion 

From what I’ve seen, I see a lot of people hating on this game for its handling of Joel and the decision to have the player play as Joel’s murderer, Abby. I’ve also seen a lot of people say that the message is as simple and plain as “viOleNcE iS bAd”, but I personally think it’s so much more than that.

The Last Of Us Part II doesn’t just tell you that violence is bad, but it shows you the ramifications of it by dealing with the emotional toll as well as the consequences on not just the main person involved, but their loved ones too.

As we all know, at the start of the game, Joel is brutally killed by Abby and we go with Ellie on a mission to avenge him by killing everybody involved. We see it all from Ellie’s point of view, hardheartedly seeing Abby as the villain as she just killed the character that we know and love as we have an emotional connection to him after the first game. His death is supposed to make you feel angered. It’s not like you’re supposed to be joyed by it. His death scene left me feeling empty and sick, wanting revenge alongside Ellie. 

However, as the game goes on, we start to see the story from Abby’s point of view. We learn that the doctor that you, the player, had to murder at the end of The Last of Us is actually the father of Abby. This is brilliant. Now we see one of the main themes of the story, consequences, and I was immediately on board. Joel is not a good person, at all. He murdered hundreds of Fireflies and took away the possible cure for humanity for his own personal reasons. This is incredibly selfish, even going to the lengths of lying to Ellie about the events as he knows that it isn’t what she would want. Technically, Joel is the villain.

Joel had been through so much, so you may think it’s justified. But the point is, Joel isn’t the only person in the world of The Last of Us. Everybody he murders aren’t just mindless NPCs, they are people. People with their own problems who have gone through their own share of pain and loss, people with their own loved ones. Such as the doctor, who had Abby, whom he loved very much and Abby the same. So, understandably, she would feel incredibly angry and feel the need for revenge, just the same as Ellie and the player after Joel’s death.

There is now a cycle of revenge. Ellie goes on to kill Abby’s friends, and so Abby tries to kill Ellie and her friends. It’s not until Lev talks Abby out of it that the cycle seems to have been “broken”. Abby and Lev put it behind them, however, Ellie cannot and nor can Tommy, which means that the cycle is not broken. Ellie continues her hunt for revenge, thinking it’s still what she needs. Just as she’s about to murder Abby, she sees it’s completely useless.

Here I’m going to talk about another core theme of the story: loss. As Ellie is about to kill Abby, she realises that Joel is gone. Completely gone, and killing Abby is not going to change that. She now has Lev, and if Ellie was to kill Abby, Lev would only lose Abby, leaving him in the same situation Ellie was in at the start of the game, which in turn means Ellie is becoming what she set out to kill. It’s no use. Revenge only causes more pain and loss. This cycle is so vicious and nobody wins, and Abby realised this once she found Lev, and found that revenge is a futile thing that does not achieve anything, especially not bringing back her dead friends. She managed to break the cycle herself, and in turn, she found a life worth living, a live with Lev. However, Ellie could not manage this, choosing to still seek revenge.

Because of this, she faces the consequences. She loses all of her loved ones. She loses Dina, she loses Jesse and she loses her baby son, JJ. Tommy is the same too. Tommy couldn’t break the cycle, and he loses his wife, Maria. And guess what, Joel is still gone. All of that loss, yet Joel is still dead. It’s all been for nothing. Ellie is now completely alone, which is what she said she was scared of in the first game, all because of revenge. The way forward is not anger, rage or revenge, but acceptance and love. That’s my takeaway.

You may think this treatment of Joel and Ellie is “disrespectful”, but I disagree. In the first game, you do a lot of bad things as these characters. Yeah, you go through a lot of pain, but so has everybody else, yet they still face the unfavorable consequences. It only makes sense that Joel and Ellie would too. In my opinion, this only helps to build the world of The Last of Us and show that just because Joel and Ellie are the main characters, they aren’t invincible, and the world doesn’t revolve around them. They just happen to be two people who live in the world amongst so many others, which for me, makes it so much more realistic. This is emphasised in the incredible detail in the gameplay of each enemy having names, with other enemies interacting with eachother as you stalk them. It makes them feel so much more real and only increased my enjoyability.

From a story like this, which is so dark and gritty, I don’t expect a happy ending. You’re not supposed to like Ellie by the end of this story, as she serves as the example of why the cycle of revenge is horrible. You’re not supposed to feel satisfied by it, you’re supposed to feel empty, hurt and sad. That is literally the point. 

You have to realise that The Last Of Us is a piece of artistic storytelling told and made by artists. It would have been so easy for Neil Druckmann to write a boring and two-dimensional story to appease players and make bank. But he didn’t. He chose to craft an intricate, heavy and creative direction for his material, and I hugely respect that. At the end of the day, he doesn’t owe you anything. This is his story, and these are his characters, he can do what he wants with them. If you don’t like his creative vision, then great! You don’t have to. If you don’t like something, just don’t play/watch/read it. If you loved the first game but hated the second, then just pretend it doesn’t exist and come up with your own fanfiction for these characters, it probably wouldn’t have been as good as this.

A lot of people blame “bad writing” when they don’t like something. There’s a difference between feeling bad about something than it being bad writing, you know. Just because it wasn’t what you wanted, doesn’t mean the writing is bad. By you feeling angry about Joel dying, Neil Druckmann’s writing has accomplished its objective. And I’m not trying to say that everybody who doesn’t like this game didn’t like it because their fanfiction didn’t come true. You cannot like this game solely because you don’t like the direction it took, and that’s fine. Because again, this story is a piece of artistic storytelling, and art is subjective.

This entire post is just my opinion. I personally loved this story and these characters, and it was exactly what I wanted to get out of this game. Everything about the game I just adored. I loved the plot, the writing, the characters, the gameplay, the music, the visuals, the performances - everything. And if you didn’t, then great. That’s your opinion. It just hurts me to see so many people dismissing the incredible things achieved in this game solely because of one plot point. I don’t know. As I said, I’m not trying to change your opinion or anything, I just thought I’d share mine.

I only scratched the surface of my thoughts and opinions on this game. I could talk about it for hours, which only goes to show the extent of its achievements and how incredible it really is. I doubt anybody is reading this and that’s fine, apologies if none of what I said made any sense at all lol, I’m awful at articulating my opinions aha.   

[seasaltbaptism]

i’m deleting this later.

so bleach used to be one of my favorite shows / mangas and i still have love for it but it’s LARGELY unsatisfactory when it comes to ichigo’s heroes journey ,,? does that make sense? i’m not going to get too technical, but he starts as a kid who’s got issues bc he lost his mom ( tragically ) and he’s living life with this chip on his shoulder. bla bla bla inciting action , transformation & boom . . . we’re on our journey with our magical aid. the soul society arc was one of the best pieces of story i have seen from any mangaka to date and that’s just bc it’s so interesting to me. you have this outlier ( ichigo ) busting into a stagnant world and completely shaking it to its foundations BY SHEER LOVE AND WILLPOWER, and his friends follow him for the same reasons! they clash with this society, meet people, understand their motives more, their lives. they make FRIENDS and ENEMIES and uncover heinous secrets, cruelties and injustice and actually stand up and say ‘ yo wtf? ? ‘

throughout the arc we see major figureheads ‘change sides ‘ / change their minds and stand up too and it’s just really cool to see the ripple effect ichigo has on things, he’s a shaker and a mover. this arc ends with aizen’s betrayal revealed and his promise to return and destroy soul society and BAM we’re led into another amazing arc : hueco mundo. now if you pay attention THIS is a continuation where we see ichigo sort of confronting himself more but also denying himself in this arc ( he did a lot of soul searching in the first arc do not get me wrong homie jilted a 10+ year process in three days ) but in this arc we see how far he really goes for the ones he calls family ( i.e orihime getting nabbed + ichigo DYING & returning in that one fight , to him agreeing to split his soul to achieve final getsuga ) which just leads me to feel like after / during this arc we see ichigo really come alive meeting people who are like him? ikkaku? renji? ganju?? like it’s so. . . . idk ! seeing him continuing to fight for a society like their attack dog that ( albeit made some changes ! ) is still so stagnant ?? forever ? his whole arc after soul society + hueco mundo is him dealing with his depression which i actually enjoy bc at least it’s touching on ? his ptsd ? pain? loss of HALF HIS SOUL. i think this is such a powerful moment in his life? idk what i wanted done with him but then we hit the fullbring arc and it was so unsatisfactory to me bc ?? he regains his soul reaper powers ONLY because they needed him to defeat ginjo on their behalf. they didn’t pool their power into a zanpakuto BEFORE ??? it’s just,,, idk !

and anytime after that all ichigo does is fight for soul society, all side plot non canon movies , all filler eps , thousand year blood war? ichigo is not even 18 ?? and soul society once again asks him for his help, it’s just unsatisfactory to me! i miss the first arc and maybe the second one where we take more of a psychological look at ichigo , his motivations , his pains and how that makes him act around the people he loves. where do you take a character like that after he’s gotten his friend back? does he continue to change the society from the inside out? does he quit ? does he stay? that’s sort of the catch 22 with him, you CANT realistically say ichigo would give up his power and carry on as if nothing ever happened bc that’s not who he IS , he has a savior complex / survivors guilt + ptsd. he’s obsessed with making sure EVERYTHING is okay and safe because he’ll make it ok and safe but he won’t tell you whatever’s going on with him bc that’s just too much and he can handle it. i’m getting ahead of myself

tdlr; ichigo loses his mother who he loved more than anything -> ichigo pulls into himself and keeps friends who he can relate to close but not too close, not ever too close -> he meets rukia and undergoes massive change to save his family , he lets her in -> rejects the responsibility over everyone at first but then is convinced that he can’t half-ass the job , all souls need him -> his new friend who he sees himself in ( and someone who taught him the ropes ) gets kidnapped and imprisoned and sentenced to death for ‘ helping him ‘ / saving his life / doing her fucking job -> his friends who love him so much were empowered just by being around ichigo and train to help him -> they all go to get their new friend back and save them from a grim fate, fall into a world with so many personalities , backstories, motivations, rules , fuckery that they can’t help but make friends and garner allies -> he lets people in, he has motivation and a goal and a reason to push past boundaries and overcome the odds and blow people away -> he fails and gets back up and wins and fails again and carries on , who is he if he can’t save his friends even at the cost of his own well-being -> cue his friends ready to push it to the limit too bc they love him and he has to realize he can’t be self sacrificial and expect his friends to not do the same -> eventually they save rukia and bring attention to oddity of her DEATH SENTENCE -> ichigo achieves his goal but can’t help but feel anger as aizen reveals his betrayal and plan for the world at large , he lives in the world and takes it SO personally -> MORE growth for ichigo as he literally plows through enemies without really going through proper inner channels , but needs the power so he has quick meetings and sheer force of wills himself through situations -> eventually makes the ultimate sacrifice for the sake of others and his family / friends , splitting himself away from himself. he’s harshly cutting away the piece that has made him feel alive, useful , for the first time in a long long time. and his father encourages it. where does that leave him? where would that lead you? after everything ? all the adventures, adversaries, people you met? you must say goodbye bc this was never a choice for you? this was like breathing, you’d cut yourself into smaller pieces if it met you could fill the bellies of those you loved. ichigo’s arc makes me fucking crazy because it’s like a snake that eats itself, it’s never ending , and tite tried to end it? he tried to say that there ‘ is no zanpakuto spirit , you’re always fighting alone , it’s self acceptance and love that’s the answer. ‘ and he gets another power up and everything’s wrapped up ( it’s not , lots are missing / dead but hey kubo was sick so ) and ichigo married and had a kid , he could finally rest and give up reaping — like WHAT

[talesofstyles]

Quid Pro Quo

Another lawyer!Harry. Technically six years before this piece. Enemies to lovers with plenty of angst :))) [7k]

massive thank you to @smokeinherperfume @for-fucks-sake-h and @emotionally-imbruised​ 🥺💛

This has got to be one of the worst weeks of your professional life.

It’s only Thursday and this past week you haven’t left your office before eleven every night. You’re currently working on nine cases, two of which require immediate action, and you’ll most likely have to go to trial for at least three of the cases because the motions to dismiss that you filed were denied. Last night alone you didn’t get a wink of sleep because you were busy preparing for a deposition this morning, which turned out to be practically useless, because your client completely ignored your advice and said everything you told them not to and basically shit the bed for you.

You know this is what you signed up for when you decided to become a lawyer at a top law firm in the City. Clifford Chance is not a joke, there’s a reason why they’re number second in the UK and you knew that long before you even started working here. There’s a common knowledge which most law students throughout the UK knows, that if you work at Clifford Chance, you don’t get to sit around. Put it this way: if you let six minutes tick away without achieving anything, you’ve wasted the firm fifty pounds. Twelve minutes: one hundred pounds. Eighteen minutes: one fifty. You do the math.

It’s not that you hate your job. On the contrary, you absolutely love your job. You know you’re good at it. You love the thrill of negotiation. You like to argue and make the best point in the room. You’re addicted to the adrenaline rush of closing a deal, and frankly, nothing satisfy you more than spotting the loopholes in a contract (with the exception of sex of course but it has really been a while and you’re practically a nun these days so it’s not even worth mentioning).

 But sometimes it’s just too much. You’ve been working for fifty five hours per week, and sure, the money’s good (scratch that—the money’s great), but you don’t have a life outside of work and you’re beginning to realise that it’s one hell of a price to pay. 

The truth is, you know all this nonsense is not because you hate your job, nor because you’re stretched too thin. Interestingly, you actually thrive under pressure and you know that’s one of your qualities that makes you a good lawyer. And life outside of work? Even the thought of it makes you laugh. Your work is your life. You’ve never complained about that. This bitterness inside of you that you don’t even realise exists emerged when Harry Styles waltzed into your firm three months ago. You don’t normally make a big deal about people coming into the firm, because you’re good with people and you’re friends with everyone. But the thing is, you resent him because your firm gave him a senior partner title right away, one that you’ve been busting your arse for by working about two hundred hours per month minimum for the past year, just because he came from your firm’s rival which happens to be the number one law firm in the UK. And on top of that, he didn’t come empty handed. He brought five big clients with him when he came knocking on your firm’s door, and that sort of sealed the deal for your managing partner to choose him instead of you to be promoted to senior partner this year.

Bloody bum licker.

Your frustrated groan bounces off the thin walls of your two bedroom flat that you shared with your best friend and you accidentally slam the door a little too harsh. Luckily, she’s used to you coming home in such a state for the past three months, so she just turns her head to see you from where she’s sat on the couch in the living room, stifling a laugh.

“Harry Styles?” She ventures, smirking at you and you groan in annoyance as you throw your keys in the bowl.

“Harry,” you grunt. “Fucking Styles.”

Fran can’t help but laugh, and you give her a look that tells her you’d probably kill her if she keeps that up as you walk past her and straight into the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine from the fridge, so she’s back trying to stifle her laughter.

“Alright,” she replies, you can hear amusement in her tone. “What did he do this time?”

“He took my case!” you snap as you plop down on the couch with a bottle of Riesling in your hand. Fran puts her laptop on the coffee table and turns to face you, sitting expectantly, waiting for the oncoming rant. “He’s just- ugh. I can’t stand him, Fran. He’s unbelievable.”

“What?” She stares at you in confusion. “How?”

“So Luke came to the office this morning-”

“Luke-”

“Don’t-” you cut her off before she can finish her sentence. “I know what you’re about to say, and yes, that Luke. So, he came to the office this morning because he’s got a problem. Basically, his company just cut a huge deal but he needs to get out of this contract because his general counsel accidentally let them slip something into the fine print.”

“Shit,” she remarks. “That is a fireable offense.”

“Yeah,” you agree. “The guy was fired on the spot. The thing is, if Luke fulfills this order, he goes out of business.”

“And if he doesn’t,” she pauses, looking at you for a second before adding another remark. “Shit, they’ll sue him for breach of contract.” 

“Exactly,” you sigh. “I’ve been at it all day trying to spot loopholes in the contract to save his company.”

You really miss working together with Fran. You’ve been living together since you were both still in law school, and Fran used to work in Clifford Chance as well until ten months ago when she decided she wanted to focus on fashion law and moved to Addleshaw Goddard.

It’s not that you’re not happy for her. You’re glad she found something that she’s passionate about. It’s just you’re so used to working on cases and going to mock trials together and you can’t deny that you miss it sometimes. You just wish that she’d stayed, because you know it would be much easier to handle Harry if you’ve got your best friend with you.

“Right,” she nods. “And I’m guessing Harry came to you and he wanted in?”

“That bastard!” You scowl. “He just waltzed into my office out of the blue and was like, ‘I gather Luke Whiteacre needs to get out of something? I want in.’ I mean… who does that?! He didn’t even say hi when he walked in!”

Fran snickers at your terrible impression of Harry. She hasn’t met him yet but she knows there’s no way he talks like that. “And you’re upset because he didn’t say hi?”

“Fran!”

“I’m joking, I’m joking,” she hastily amends. “Look, maybe he’s just trying to help? He’s not taking your case, babe, believe me. You’re still on it, aren’t you?”

“Well, I am,” you let out another sigh.

“See?” She goes on. “And even if he tries to, Luke wouldn’t let it happen. He’s been your client since forever.”

“Still. I don’t like the fact that he thought he could just walk into my office and hijack my case,” you say in exasperation. “I’m gonna kill him, Fran. I swear to god I’m gonna kill him.”

Fran burst in laughter, muttering your name in a chastising tone. “Don’t. You won’t look good in prison stripes,” she shakes her head. “Really rubs you in the wrong way, doesn’t he?”

“Absolutely,” you roll your eyes.

“Come on, babe,” she continues with a smirk. “I’ve said this before, you need to shag him. Take out all those frustrations…”

“Keep that up and I’ll put your name on my people-to-murder list next to his,” you grunt, standing up from the couch and head towards the kitchen hoping to find some treats from the snack cabinet.

Fran giggles as she takes her laptop back onto her lap and begins typing. “Let’s go out,” she suggests. “Been a while. You look like you could use a night out.”

“I can’t,” you slump against the couch with a bag of chocolate buttons. “He’s on his way here.”

“What? Harry?” She looks at you in surprise. “Why?”

“Yeah,” you shrug carelessly. “We need to work on Luke’s case.”

“Have you still got some condoms in your room?” She says teasingly. “I’ve got some just in case you need them. Just-”

The sound of the doorbell rings cuts your best friend’s teasing remark. It’s definitely Harry, and you give Fran one last death glare and Ross Geller’s version of middle finger as you get up from the couch and walk towards the front door to let him in.

“Hey,” he greets you with his usual smug smile that irritates you to no end. “Lovely flat you’ve got here.”

“We better get started,” you say dismissively as you close the door behind him before you lead him into your living room. You suddenly realise that it’s your first time seeing him not in one of his expensive suits. Not that you care enough about him to notice that. It’s just he happens to be wearing a lot of Jermyn Street suits, and you know they don’t come cheap. 

This time he’s only in his crisp white button-up shirt, with the sleeves rolled up just below his elbow. His arms are full with folders that you asked him to take from the office, and as the two of you walk into your living room, you see Fran turning her head to greet him. “Hi.”

“Hey, you must be Fran,” he smiles as he strides to the couch.

“And you must be Harry,” Fran replies, before tilting her head to smirk at you. “Heard a lot about you.”

“Have you now?” Harry chuckles. “Only good thing, I hope?”

“Oh,” Fran can’t help but snort. “Only the best.”

You end up ordering Chinese because neither of you have had dinner, and Fran ends up helping both you and Harry on the case in the living room. Even with three heads brainstorming together you’re still struggling to see the light at the end of the tunnel. 

It is now past midnight and you and Harry are still working on your case. Fran has gone up to her room a little over two hours ago, leaving just the two of you in your living room. Your coffee table is strewn with photocopied draft contracts, financial reports, note-pads covered in scribbles, post-its and two cups of cold coffee from four hours ago that both of you keep accidentally drinking. Take-out boxes are littering the floor, and you can barely keep your eyes open as you read through yet another file to find literally anything which could potentially help.

“I tell you what, this is ironclad,” you let out a heavy sigh as you throw the document on the coffee table in defeat. “Houdini wouldn’t even get out of this contract.”

“We need to adjourn,” Harry suggests, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Regroup tomorrow to get to the bottom of this with clear heads. I’ve got a trial at half nine but I’ll be done by noon.”

“I can’t rest before we figure this out,” you state stubbornly, pausing for a second to let out a yawn. “But you go home. I’ll let you know if I’ve got something.”

“No,” Harry shakes his head. “You have to rest. If you were to come up with something you would’ve by now.”

You feel a stab of indignation. “Are you saying that I’m not capable of getting to the bottom of this myself?”

“Fuck’s sake,” Harry says in exasperation. “How did you even come up with that? I was just saying you’re knackered, well we both are, so we’re not thinking clearly. But you know what? If you wanna keep going, that’s your decision. But I’m not going to.”

“Well, I never asked you to!” you retort defensively.

Harry rolls his eyes as he gets up from your couch, heading towards the door without saying another word and you can’t help but groan in annoyance. With Harry, you’re quite capable of going from calm to seething in 0-60, and you’re too pissed to even notice Fran stifling her giggles from the kitchen.

“Oh, yeah,” Fran appears in the living room with a glass of water in her hand, staring at you with one eyebrow arched high. “There’s no tension there at all.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, give it a rest!”

***

By two o’clock you’re already exhausted and brain dead after only three hours of sleep and non-stop work since this morning. You haven’t even had lunch yet, but even just the thought of eating already makes you nauseous because you can’t stop thinking about how crushed Luke is going to be when you tell him that he’s going out of business. Truth be told you don’t want to jump that far, but what Harry said last night keeps replaying on your mind like a broken cassette. ‘If you were to come up with something, you would have by now.’ And here you are, twenty-eight hours later, still have got nothing.

Speak of the devil.

“Where have you been?” Harry asks in a prickly tone as he walks into your office. His brows are knitted together and he looks concerned. “I’ve been looking for you.”

Honestly, a ‘hi’ would be nice.

“I’ll tell you where,” you shift your attention from your computer and look at him. “I was getting screwed by Berkeley Group and trying to figure out what to do about it.”

Harry gives you a quizzical look. “What do you mean?”

“I went there with a dozen win-win offers and they shot down every single one,” you say stonily.

“Did you threaten litigation?” asked Harry, a bit superciliously.

“Harry, I threaten them with everything but the kitchen sink,” you flash him an incandescent look. “The thing is, this contract is airtight and they know it.”

“I’ve got an idea,” Harry says promptly with a glint of hope in his eyes. “And this won’t make Luke go out of business.”

“What you on about?”

“Slicing and dicing,” says Harry with a smug smile. 

You flash him another incandescent look. “Are you telling me that your big brilliant idea is to split his commercial division from his retail?”

The glint of hope disappears from his eyes as he looks at you. “This is the only way out.”

“Cutting someone’s arm off is not a way out!” you practically shriek. 

“It is if their life depends on it!” Harry yells in frustration, the volume of his voice matches yours and you can’t help but notice two associates stop for a second just to have a peek at you and Harry having a screaming match before they continue walking past your office.

“Look,” he begins again, and you know he’s calmed down a little because he’s not as loud as three seconds ago. “If we do this, we have a chance to get Berkeley back to the table before we cut anything off.”

“Listen to me Harry,” you venture after a pause. “I’m sorry but we’re not going back to Luke with this bullshit. Thank you for your help so far, but you’re off the case.”

“What?” Harry turns to you in disbelief.

“You heard me,” you give him a dismissive blink that makes him feel like an insect. “I’m taking back this case.”

You turn your attention back to some random document on your desk, pretending to read carefully, not daring to meet his eyes. Luckily he leaves your office without saying another word after a second or two of pause, and you slump back further on your chair as he slams your door behind him.

For the rest of the afternoon you’ve decided to keep yourself busy with your other cases, but you know deep down you won’t be able to focus on anything else before you get Luke out of the woods. You can’t let him go out of business. You just can’t. Not only because you’ve been looking after his company for years, hell you were only an associate when he first became a client, but you also saw with your own eyes how his company grew. He was only just starting his business when he came into your firm, and you witnessed it firsthand how he nurtured it into the big and successful company it is now.

On a side note, you also can’t stop thinking about what happened in your office earlier. Sure, you and Harry don’t particularly get along like a house on fire, but you didn’t have to be so rude, did you? His approach to the problem might be different than yours, but deep down you knew he was only trying to help.

So on your way to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea, you decided to stop by his office. You know you owe him an apology. 

“Hi,” his door is open but you decided to knock anyway. “Mind if I come in?”

He looks up at you instantly, pushing his chair a little further away from his desk to break his attention from his computer. “Of course not, come in.”

“Look-”

“Look-”

You both say simultaneously, before breaking into a chuckle. 

“Let me go first,” he begins with a smile, which for some reason doesn’t look smug this time and you nod. “I owe you an apology. I’m sorry. That case is yours to begin with, and I should’ve trusted you to bring it home how you see fit.”

“Well I’m sorry too,” you add hastily. “Guess I let my emotion get the best of me back there. I was rude when you were only trying to help.”

“Hey, no need to apologise to me,” he replies without flickering. “I absolutely understand.”

“It’s just,” you continue as you saunter to his desk. “Luke was my first client. Ever. The first time I went solo on a case, it was for his company. I just can’t let him down.”

“Look, we don’t know that yet,” he assures you gently. “And even if it comes to that point, it’s not your fault. If anything it’s the general counsel’s fault.”

“Holy shit-” you say suddenly. “Harry!”

“What?” he looks at you in confusion.

“The general counsel didn’t just make one mistake,” you go on as you look at Harry with glimmering hope. “He made two, he never ran the final contract by me.”

“Holy shit he didn’t,” Harry remarks. “Because he knew you’d catch any mistake. So he didn’t make a mistake…”

“No it was on purpose,” you can’t help a pleased little smile coming to your lips. “Isn’t it a coincidence that he just signed a contract to work at a subsidiary of Berkeley?”

“This is brilliant,” he replies excitedly. “You’re brilliant.”

“Say that again?” you joke.

“No, you need to get them on the phone right now,” Harry gives you a rictus smile. “And I need to find us some bloody champagne.”

***

Harry grins as he walks into your office and asks, as though you’re mid-conversation. “Have you made the call?”

“Ooh, that’s a good one,” you grin when you notice a bottle of Moët & Chandon in his hand. “Where did you get that?”

“Leftovers from the Christmas party,” he chuckles as he quickly opens it . “How’s it? What did they say?”

“Well, the contract is back exactly the way it was,” you begin, giving him a smug smile for a change. “Well, with a twenty five percent increase.”

He looks at you suspiciously, one of his eyebrows arched high. “Twenty five?”

“Fine,” you roll your eyes comically. “Forty.”

“Bloody hell,” he chuckles. “You don’t mess about, do you? Remind me to never mess with you.”

You laugh and take a sip of the champagne. “We need to celebrate this.”

“Do you wanna go out?”

“Oh no, I’ve got something better,” you smirk as you hand him a folder. “Take a look.”

Harry takes the folder promptly and begins skimming through the documents, occasionally taking sips of the champagne in between. “Aha, you need to get out of a deal.”

“Exactly,” you grin. “We need to get out of a deal I negotiated for a mobile payment app with our client’s credit card provider.”

“This is a three years deal and you’re only three months in,” Harry observes as he continues skimming through the files.

“Well, that’s what makes it fun, innit?” your grin widens.

“Oh, absolutely. This is fun,” his eyes twinkling in delight. “You don’t have any legal grounds to do it. Have you got something in mind?”

“Mhm,” you hum as you take another swig of champagne. “I think if I can find a reason to pay into a trust instead of to them directly then we can squeeze them…”

“Make them take a buyout,” Harry adds.

“Look at us finishing each other’s sentences already,” you make an elaborate gesture with your champagne flute and Harry gives you a shrill laugh.

“We’re best friends now, aren’t we?”

You retort at once. “Don’t push your luck.”

“Alright,” says Harry, his eyes still flashing with amusement. “That’s a good plan by the way. What do you want me to do?”

“I need precedents by noon.”

“You’ll have them on your desk by nine am sharp,” he smirks.

***

Harry keeps his promise.

When you arrive in your office at a little over nine, there are six folders from Harry waiting for you on your desk, which means that he didn’t only get you one or two but six precedents for the new case that you’re both working on. This is the boost of confidence that you need, because today you’re scheduled to go to the judge’s chamber and meet with the lawyer on the opposing side. Who knows, maybe this will be a quick one and the case will be over by the end of the day.

Well, that’s a nice thought. But in order for the case to be dismissed, the lawyer from the opposing side needs to show up here first and foremost. You’ve been sitting in the judge’s chamber for nearly fifteen minutes now, and he has warned you about ten times that if the other lawyer doesn’t show up, he would have to deny your motion to dismiss.

“Hello, sorry I’m late,” a voice pipes in from the door, and when you turn around, you see a woman with a smug smile that reminds you of Harry’s, clad in L.K. Bennett from head to toe walks into the room. She offers you a hand before she sits down, and you politely reach out yours for a handshake. “Camille Sweetings, I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Have you now?” you give her a mocking smile as you begin confidently. “Well, you haven’t lived up to your obligations and according to these six precedents, we have the right to nullify this entire deal right now.”

You really don’t like the look on her face. Any other lawyers would at least be slightly ticked to hear that, but she still has the same smug smile across her face. “You don’t have the right to do anything, you’re in violation of your contract.”

“Paying into a trust isn’t a violation,” you frown.

“No,” she agrees. “But meeting with the competition is.”

You can’t see your own face, but if you do, you’re most likely to look like you’ve just seen a ghost. How did she even know that? You try to remain calm and look at the judge. “I don’t know what she’s talking about.”

“No,” she’s smiling as she says the word. “You just didn’t know I’d find out about it. Your Honour, I’ve got a confirmation that YN YLN has engaged in a pattern of dirty tricks, unethical behaviour and borderline illegal activity. All in the name of ‘representing’ her clients.”

Your rage simmers up into a froth. “If you’re gonna say all that about me, you better damn well be able to back it up.”

You want nothing more than to rip off the smirk across her face as she hands two files to the judge. “Here are two of Ms YLN's old cases. There you’ll find settlements withheld and meetings with the competition.”

“How the hell did you get these?!” you exclaim indignantly. “Your Honour, my past cases have no relevance here.”

“No, but your answers to my question do,” he says sternly. “Did you or did you not meet with the competition last week?”

***

You stride back into your office furiously. Who the hell was that woman? You didn’t even know her yet she apparently knew a damn lot about you. Nobody even knew you had a meeting with the competition last week, so there has got to be something bigger going on yet you just can’t seem to figure that out.

You begin to realise maybe this whole case isn’t a good idea and you silently promise yourself that you will never take on anything with getting out of contracts or deals or basically everything that Harry is good at ever again. This isn’t your thing, this is Harry’s. Your thing is everything that has everything to do with mergers, acquisitions, all that, just like Fran’s thing is everything with fashion law. This whole thing is really stressing you out and you plan to speak to Harry when you get the chance later today to just hand him the case. 

Speak of the devil.

“Hey! How was the hearing?” he sounds jovial as he walks into your office with a bright smile. “Should I get another bottle of champagne for tonight? Of course when I say ‘get’ I meant ‘steal’ from downstairs.”

“The judge bit my head off,” you scoff.

He flashes you a quizzical look. “What? Why?”

“The other lawyer found some dirt about me,” you begin, already seething as you picture her face with that bloody smug smile in your head. “She found two of my old cases and said really nasty things about me to the judge. And before you say anything, no, I didn’t do anything illegal. But I’ve got to admit it was unethical.”

“Shit,” he looks at you, concerned. “Look, there’s no way they could’ve found all those shit just like that.”

“That’s what I’m thinking about,” you reply at once. “There’s got to be something bigger going on. This is a desperate move, I tell you.”

“I agree,” he nods. “It sounds shady, and in my experience the other side only does something like this when they’ve already done something even shadier.”

You look at him with a glint of hope. “So you also think they’re hiding something?”

“Yeah,” he sounds so sure. “And don’t worry, we’re gonna find it.”

“Good,” you remark. “Because there’s no way in hell I’m gonna let bloody Camille Sweetings get the better of me.”

“Wait, who?” this time, it’s Harry who looks like he has just seen a ghost. The colours have drained from his face, and you look at him in confusion.

“Camille Sweetings,” you repeat yourself, wrinkling your nose in disgust because you hate the sound of her name rolling out of your lips. “Why? Do you know her?”

“Have they put my name on this case?” he ignores your questions.

“Yeah, yesterday,” you frown. “Harry, what’s wrong?”

He takes a deep breath before he begins, looking at you in the eyes. “She and I, well, uh, we were together for a while.”

“What?!” you can’t hide your dismay. “Fucking hell, Harry. As if this isn’t complicated enough!”

You lapse into silence for a few seconds, neither of you knowing what to say.

“I think this is personal,” he ventures after the pause. “Look, if you want me off the case now, I completely understand. I won’t fight you. But I hope you don’t because you need help now more than ever.”

“Just,” you pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration. “Please get out of my office.”

***

By nine pm you’ve already come up with three win-win offers, yet Camille bloody Sweetings gives you a shrill laugh every time and shoots down every single one. Honestly, she is the female version of Harry. They make a great couple, those two shady bastards. They should’ve gotten married and make a couple of shady children.

“Sod off, Harry,” you say without even moving your head from looking at your computer, but you know he’s standing in front of your office, probably waiting for the right time to come in. Honestly, he might be a brilliant lawyer but he sucks big time at a simple game of hide and seek. Behind the wall? That’s a toddler-level hiding spot.

“No,” he insists, finally walking towards your desk. “I wanna help.”

“I told you I don’t need your help,” you give him a dismissive blink that makes him feel like an insect.

He says your name sternly, making you look in his direction and finally meets his eyes. “Believe me, you do. You think I’m shady? That bloody snake is ten times worse. You need help, and I don’t care what you say because I’ve just checked and my name is still on the attorneys listed.”

“Fine,” you concede. “Take a look at this. This is as best as she could get yet she bloody refused them all.”

Harry takes the files from your hand and quickly skims through the documents, muttering one or two profanities under his breath before he puts them back on your desk. “You know what, we’re going out tonight.”

Is he joking? 

“My arse is on the line here in case you haven’t realised,” you look at him in disbelief. “She pulls shit like this again, it’s gonna cost me my license.”

Your name rolls out of his lips again and he looks at you without blinking. “Come on, we need to blow off some steam. We don’t do that, we’re gonna kill each other.”

Three hours later, you feel like you’ll never be able to get out of the comfiest bar stool you’ve ever sat on. You’ve never been to Hawksmoor, but Harry swears this place is good even though it’s filled with boring bankers with their ties stuffed in suit pockets (not that Harry’s tie isn’t also stuffed in his suit pocket, but, you know, at least he’s not a banker), so you followed his lead and let him take you here.

The salvaged furniture, low lighting, comfy seating and charming staff make it an easy place to settle into. Sitting beside you is Harry with his neat whiskey, which you realise that he hasn’t finished when you’ve already had three refills of your gin and tonics. Your head is most likely going to fall off tomorrow morning, you just know it.

“Argh,” you groan. “What’s wrong with me?”

“Right now?” Harry deadpan. “Huge quantities of alcohol.”

“Sod off,” you playfully nudge his shoulder. “By the way, you’ve got more ex-girlfriends lawyers I should know about?”

Harry laughs, his eyes crinkled and shining. “I’ll send you a list.”

“Good,” you mumble against the edge of the glass, before taking another swig of your drink.

“How about you?” Harry is smirking at you, one of his eyebrows arched high. “Any lawyers you’re seeing that I should know?”

You laugh. “I don’t shit where I eat.”

“Shut up,” Harry looks at you suspiciously, still with a huge shit-eating grin. “You’re telling me you’ve never got involved with anyone at work?”

There’s silence.

“Shit,” Harry remarks. “Who was it?”

You exhale sharply before you answer. “Luke.”

Harry takes a gulp of his drink. “Well, that makes sense.”

“You don’t even know which Luke I was talking about,” you frown. “You could be wrong, you know. There are millions of Lukes.”

“Oh, of course it’s Luke Whiteacre,” he chuckles. “Didn’t go to law school for nothing, did I? But I’ve got to say, it finally makes sense.”

“Don’t say anything to anyone,” you say sternly, starting to realise that you’ve probably made a mistake of telling him. “It was a long time ago anyway.”

“So, how was he?” he’s grinning.

You can’t help but laugh. “Are we having a girl talk right now?”

“No,” he shrugs carelessly. “Just wanna know how he was.”

“You want me to go into details?” you tease, and even though he doesn’t say anything, you know he’s glad you’re not as tense as a few hours prior. “Cause I could. What do you wanna know? Stamina? Girth? Technique? I could go on…”

“Ew!”

You’re laughing so hard that you nearly fell off the bar stool if Harry didn’t quickly catch you, and you realise this is the first time your arm brushes against his, and for a second you’ve both stilled, but you ignored it because this doesn’t mean anything. You’re both drunk anyway. “Why did you break up with she-who-must-not-be-named?” you peer at him.

“We had a pregnancy scare,” he says, looking down for a second at his drink before taking another swig.

“Shit,” you gape at him. “Was she-”

“No, she wasn’t,” he shakes his head. “But it made me realise that she’s not the one I want to spend the rest of my life with, let alone actually having children with. So I called it off.”

“Sorry,” you can’t help yourself from chuckling. “But you made the right decision. Don’t have a baby with a snake.”

“Don’t apologise, you’re right,” Harry joins you in laughter. “How about you and Luke? What happened?”

“Work got in the way,” you drain the rest of your drink before motioning for the bartender to get you another one. “I was only an associate back then so I worked so hard to get junior partner. And his company wasn’t as big as it is now so he was working crazy hours too because he was trying to expand it. We saw each other about three times a month for half a year before we called it off.”

“Three times a month?” his eyes widen in surprise.

“Mhm,” you hum, mouthing a thank you to the bartender as he hands you another drink. “We were besotted but we just didn’t have time for a relationship.”

“Do you still-”

“What? No,” you laugh. “Don’t be ridiculous. The ship has sailed now.”

“Good,” he smiles at you, before hastily corrects himself. “I mean, good for you.”

You take another big gulp of your drink before you push it away. “Alright, playtime’s over,” you smirk at him. “Let’s get back to work.”

“Are you joking?” he gives you a quizzical look. “It’s nearly midnight and you’re drunk.”

“I just need two cups of coffee and a cold shower and I’ll be fine,” you reply as you hop off the bar stool, he quickly reaches his hand out for you to hold. “Let’s go back to my place so I can have a quick shower.”

“Let’s go to mine,” he offers. “Technically Maida Vale is closer from here than Hammersmith.”

“Are you trying to take me home, Styles?” you deadpan, your voice a little slurred. “Should’ve bought me dinner first, don’t you think?”

“Hey, I’ve bought you lots of dinners,” he retorts. 

“No, Styles,” you shake your head, chuckling. “Clifford Chance bought me dinners. Been using the company’s card, haven’t you?”

Harry laughs. “You’ve got me.”

***

In under an hour, you’ve arrived at Harry’s flat, had a cup of coffee, and a cold shower just as you requested. You’ve ditched your work dress and slipped into the clothes that Harry had laid on his bed for you; a blue Mickey Mouse t-shirt and a pair of black shorts, and when you walk into his sitting room, you see him sitting on his plush sofa with some clipped documents in his hand.

Your eyes dart around his flat once again as you plop yourself down on his sofa. He’s got a great taste, you’ve got to admit, because his flat is lush. It’s on the fourth floor of a beautiful, red-brick, Edwardian mansion which Maida Vale is well-known for, and the inside is modern meets classic. The gray panelled walls blend nicely with the elegant patterned wood floor, and the cream curtains really tie the look of his flat altogether. It really is a gorgeous flat, not to mention the white marble en suite and his really neat, sparsely decorated bedroom.

“Alright,” you begin, taking a document into your hand and begin skimming through briefly only to put it back on the coffee table in less than thirty seconds. “I’ve been at it all day, we’ve been at it for a while and it’s getting us nowhere. I think we need to shake down some employees.”

“And that’s all well and good,” he turns to look at you. “But if we don’t know what to ask, we’re not going to get any answers.”

“Yes we will,” you insist. “They don’t know what we don’t know, do they?”

“They don’t know what we don’t know…”

“That’s literally what I just said,” you frown.

“No,” he shakes his head. “Look, I’m saying according to this report, their accounts are growing by 200% a month.”

“Wait a second,” you remark. “If that’s true then why are they clinging to this deal like it’s their newborn and I’m Herod?”

“Because maybe they’re not really growing by 200% a month,” Harry adds. “Look, March, 5 million new users, but 60% of these card holders don’t even seem to know they have the cards.”

“Holy shit,” your eyes widen in surprise. “The people are real, but the accounts are fake. Harry, this isn’t just shady, this is the type of shit that lands someone in prison. And if Camille knows all this…”

Harry grins. “Wait til the judge sees this.”

“The judge?” you look at him suspiciously. “Why don’t we just leverage them into letting us out?”

“Because, darling, we have the upper hand now,” he says, still grinning. “We can’t give her a chance to get it back.”

“Harry, if Camille has anything to do with this it would ruin her,” you warn him. “I can’t let you do this to someone you once cared about.”

“I don’t give a flying fuck about her,” Harry says harshly. “Not anymore. If she doesn’t want to be ruined she shouldn’t have gotten involved in this. And she damn sure shouldn’t have fucked with someone I care about.”

“What?”

“You better get some sleep,” he jerks his head towards his bedroom. “We’re going to the court first thing in the morning.”

***

Harry’s bed has got to be one of the comfiest places on earth.

He gave you his bed for the night and opted for the couch, which you bet just as cosy so you didn’t really feel bad. When you wake up, he’s already clad in his white button-up shirt and black trousers, swinging the fridge open to get a freshly squeezed cranberry juice.

“Morning,” he smiles when he notices you as he pours some coffee and juice for both of you. “Have some toast.”

“You know how to treat your guest with a good breakfast, don’t you?” you tease him as you look around the jars on the breakfast nook. There are several kinds of luxury marmalade, strawberry jam with champagne, wild blossom honey and even Belgian chocolate spread. Honestly, who is this man?

“No hangover?”

“Surprisingly, no,” you chuckle. “I mean my head is pounding of course but it’s not too bad, nothing I can’t handle.”

“You want some nurofen?”

“No thanks,” you shake your head and take the cup of coffee from Harry’s hand. “Harry, we need to talk.”

He sighs. “You’re gonna try to change my mind, aren’t you?”

“I am,” you nod as you look through the jars of fancy jams, trying to choose one, before going with just salted butter instead. “I can’t let you do that. She might be a snake but I’m not. We’re not.” 

Harry just look at you in silence, and you continue.

“If we do this, then what’s the difference between us and her?” you go on, trying to sound convincing. “We’re better than that. We’re good people, you know.”

“But we’re going to make her pay,” he finally concedes and you smile. “Really make her pay.”

“That I agree,” you nod. “Okay, I’ll just go home quickly to get changed then we’ll meet at the office? Need to pay her a visit don’t we?”

“We can just go together,” Harry suggests. “We’ll stop by your flat then we can go straight to that snake’s office.”

***

“Are you crazy?” Camille flashes an incandescent look at both you and Harry. “I sign that, my client will be on the brink of bankruptcy!”

“So you rather go to prison?” Harry frowns and you try to stifle your giggle. “I mean, it’s your choice, but-”

“Fine!” she says in exasperation. “I’ll sign it. But give me your word this wouldn’t go out of these walls.”

You hand her the file and pen, and as she’s signing it, you can’t resist yourself. “You go near me or my clients again I swear to god you are dead fucking meat.”

Harry can’t help but chuckling, and you both don’t waste another minute in Camille’s office before you head out with smug smiles plastered across both of your faces. 

“You’re a badass lawyer,” he compliments you as he opens the passenger door for you.

“Stating the obvious there,” you smirk as you slide into his car and buckle up your seat belt. “But thank you, you’re not a shit lawyer yourself.”

“Since we’re passing compliments, shall we do it over a drink?”

“Drinks, Styles,” you shoot him a savage smile. “And you’re buying. Not Clifford Chance.”

Harry laughs, closing the car’s door. “As you wish.”

-

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[slightly-gay-pogohammer]

🔥🔥🔥, for monster prom/cam,p, pokemon, and BATIM

UNPOPULAR OPINIONS ; ACCEPTING

OH BOY OH BOY

for monster camp uhhhhhh i don't really like oz and damien as a couple if with very specific scenarios that scenario being the fight ending or an enemies with benefits kind of deal. everyone's like "oh this ship is to make damien more sensitive and a better person uvu" well i think this ship should make oz worse. be a little rude perhaps.

for pokemon uhhhhh another one hmmmmM i like chairman rose as an antagonist? it's the same problem i have with gen 8 -- his story was rushed a lot, it should've been explained better, but it has a lot of potential and i would really like it explained better-- and not in a way the anime handled it. the point of rose is that he's someone who does what he think is best (and, technically, could be??) out of nothing but love for his region, with no secondary ends, but to achieve his goals he doesn't care about the consequences or how many people he must use to achieve his goals, and the anime transformed him in a 100% super evil and obvious motherfucker that really shows that they didn't understand the point of his character

also his theme genuinely slaps but this isnt an unpopular opinion its just me once again lifting gen 8 because what it did good it did GOOD

as!for!batim!!! rethinking about it now that all the hype is gone and blatantly ignoring ltierally everything themeatley did after the game was out i still want to say that while i liked the ending ch5 is the only one i can say i don't like. up to ch4 it's still an incredibly good game with so much potential but again, he fell for matpatitis and ruined everything for the sake of being surprising i still hold demon!joey in my heart and in my perfect world in my brain ch5 was completely different

also ch3 best chapter fight me on this

[razorblade180]

Interdimensional Moms part 2

Part 1 <-

Yang:Okay Weiss, your turn.

Weiss:What!? Why me?

Blake:Because you’ve been bouncing in your seat all through Yang’s story. You clearly want to gush about your kids.

Weiss:Pffft, What!? Nooooo, a little. Hehehe I can’t believe I’m that obvious. *smiles*

Ruby:Aww look at you, I never believe Weiss Schnee could look as warm as campfire.

Yang:And wearing mom jeans!? Little jealous that you still look completely gorgeous. Why does mom energy make you prettier?

Weiss:What can I say? I’m great. As far as my universe goes, I argue that I’m the strongest mom!

Blake:Such a bold claim.

Weiss:I carried twins! *points to self* this body handled two buns in the oven!

Ruby:Couldn’t be me. *shutters* I’d sooner loose an eye. Speaking of eyes, your scar has a friend. Got this whole upside down cross basically.

Weiss:Oh that? That’s uhhhh- how would I even explain this?

Yang:And your hair! It’s short!

Ruby:Yeah you’re just a surprise all over.

Blake:Guys, let her start from the beginning!

Ruby and Yang:Oh right. *covers mouths*

Weiss:(Yep, they’re the same sisters anywhere.) Thank you Blake. Now then...a good starting place? Well I suppose I could lay the ground work of Jaune and I getting better acquainted. It was about two weeks into reaching Atlas. Winter learned I got impaled and berated me not giving any kind of thanks. Since I had waited so long to do so, words wouldn’t do for her standards and she made me take him to a proper dinner. I think it was that night we actually talked openly to each other. A piece of me was annoyed at first because I thought he’d get the wrong idea again. But...he didn’t. He was just happy to spend time with me. That’s when I realized he had changed a bit *red* and apparently I changed too. Sigh, because that annoyed feeling was actually me forming a crush.

Blake:Looks like you changed more than he did. I think we can all agree that we’re pretty rough to deal with at Beacon in the beginning?

Yang:Hell yeah!

Ruby:Preach! Hehe, but it meant you grew the most too.

Weiss:Hey! You’re all assuming that I was terrible! Who knows, I could a Saint compared to your Weiss. Maybe I was a sweetheart at Beacon.

RBY:.....

Yang:Were you?

Weiss:*red* I’ll never tell.

Blake:(That’s just a no...) Two weeks into Atlas huh? I bet feelings raged whenever the whole place was under attack huh?

Weiss:W...What attack? Barely anything happened in Atlas.

Blake:Excuse me?

Ruby:Pfft what? You’re joking right? There wasn’t any threat of things falling out the sky or war threats?

Weiss:No? We showed up, put the relic in vault, and took time fortifying things while planning with Ironwood. The most exciting thing was a grimm wave and two of Salem’s goons showing up at a ball, but we handled that.

Ruby:....I...that’s...oh my head.

Blake:So what you’re saying is time in Atlas was a piece of cake?

Weiss:Well I had to deal with my father and and a lot of other family drama so I wouldn’t say it was cake. It was actually very stressful.

Yang:Well I think we found the massive shift between worlds. Atlas was different. I would say I dealt with anything like falling kingdoms. Atlas for me was one long Mission Impossible sequence. Espionage, jail break, fake deaths, but please continue with your love story.

Weiss:You sound a little envious. Anyways there isn’t too much of anything to tell in that part. Dates, fighting together, sibling healing, I was disowned publicly, Penny was being amazing-

Blake:You were disowned?

Ruby:(Penny is...alive? Huh, well, imagine that?) .....

Yang:*whispers* You okay Rubes?

Ruby:Yeah, processing. Hey Weiss? Not to control the narrative or anything, but how is your Ruby exactly? I get the feeling she’s quite different from me somehow if things like the adventure in Atlas are different.

Weiss rubbed her chin. She could tell the Ruby in front of her was pretty perplexed by the differences so far. In fact, Weiss could tell mentioning Penny made them all flinch a little. It was safe to assume they all hadn’t heard that name in a very long time. It made her feel a little bad. Did she somehow get a more ideal world?

Weiss:I think I might be able to answer that if you could humor me by getting a little further into my world’s reality? I don’t know how but I do get a since the two of you might have a key difference.

Ruby:I’m all ears.

Weiss: Blake, I’ll circle back to being disowned a little later. It’s one of the biggest reasons I am who I am now. Let’s see now, ah, the plan. After Atlas was infiltrated it was hard to save face to the rest of Remnant. That was until the world learned about Salem. It was a secret that was doing more harm than good at this point. On that day, our journey really began for us. Team RWBY wasn’t just four girls and their friends. It was one of four four girls commanding troops, organizing meetings, rallying others. We were the face of a revolution: along with JNPR of course.

Ruby:The world just...believed in Salem?

Weiss:There were plenty skeptics, but it’s harder not to believe it. Pen- our winter maiden, showed off magic. Then the others on our side followed the example. We had two relics to show off from the start, and a variety of ways to explain questions throughout history that nobody could answer before. We gave humanity’s suffering a face. People were more than eager to cling to it. From that point it was hard for Salem to make a move that wouldn’t give further validity to our story.

Ruby:An army huh, lead by us?

Weiss:Yep, mainly you when it came to the battlefield. You were anxious at first and definitely made moves that you regretted. But...after some time and experience, you stood tall in front of dozens to give a speech the night of the final battle. I still get chills. There wasn’t an eye that wasn’t on you. A person who didn’t want to march into battle with you. I don’t think I ever seen you more sure of where you were meant to be.

Ruby:Is that so? Hmm, I think...I think I get it now. Your Ruby must’ve stumbled quite a bit, but had people by her consistently. It was other’s strength that enabled her to get stronger. How old was she when the war was over?

Weiss:It ended on her twenty first birthday.

Ruby:Makes sense. An army isn’t made in a day. Plans and caution for everyone involved. A united force like that sounds like a thing Oz dreamed of.

Weiss:Actually, it was. My world beat Salem by gaining the relics. The gods witnessed the effort the world put in and stripped her of immortality. It was actually thanks to you that Salem went peacefully. Instead of damning her to a cruel fate, the gods let her pass on to her kids per your request. After that, gods and magic came back. Both are still mysterious. The gods are hard to find and there’s only one person born with magic so far.

Yang:Magic is a thing there!? That’s so unfair! Just imagine me with more fire!?

Weiss:Like you need it!? You’re already like a generator. Life after Salem wasn’t any calmer really. Terrifying grimm lurked where their could, an entire new way of life had been dropped on society, and even the world itself seemed to react. Weather has been more intense as of late. There was a lot things to keep people busy. Ruby being her usual self, started hunting. Blake used the momentum of faunus and humans working together to further her equality agenda, and Yang helped both of you out.

Yang:Look at me! I’m a great girlfriend and sister!

Blake:*mumbles* There at least.

Weiss:Yeah. Oscar and Penny decided to embarrass more of normal lifestyle, mostly. Penny went back to being protector of Mantle, but had way more free time to be a normal girl. Both of them had gotten really close over the years and eventually married.

Ruby:*wide eyed* Awwww, good for them! I always had a feeling those two would hit it off.

Weiss:They weren’t the only ones. You may have been busy, but you always made time for Whitley. The two of you were dating since our original trip to Atlas. There wasn’t a problem that either of you didn’t come to me for. You know hard it is to navigate other people’s relationships when you’re lost in your own? The blind was leading the blind. Worked out though. You were probably the prettiest bride out of all of us. Then again, you went ours and literally took notes.

Ruby:Hehe, that sounds exactly like something I’d do. You haven’t talked much about the charmed life after the war for you.

Weiss felt her face heat up. She placed her head on the table as if she gave up on something.

Yang:Yeah! Give us the scoop!

Weiss:Charmed isn’t what I’d call my life exactly. I was disowned, completely cut off. Even though I made my own mark in history, it’s not like people were gonna roll out red carpets. The world had to rebuild, and I needed a roof over my head. Thus began the modest life of Weiss Schnee, owner of a two bedroom Argus apartment. Fancy clothes a food were no more. Just clearance sales and two for one. Honestly, I didn’t hate. But that’s mainly because I wasn’t living alone.

Blake:Jaune?

Weiss:Living back home was just as unappealing for him as it was for me. That and the fact that I couldn’t cook for shit was concerning, to say the least. Moving in and splitting rent just made sense. We weren’t dating yet technically, but.....it didn’t take long for the relationship between us to...expand.

Yang:I cannot believe a Weiss Schnee finally caved to tall blonde and scraggly. I should be jealous, but I’m strangely proud of Jaune’s achievement. It’s like the first time I lost to him. I was upset, but man did he work for that win.

Weiss:Took about a month before all of you had learned just what the living situation was like and man did you three let the teasing begin? *smiles* it was fun though. If I had to wrong about something then I’m glad it was about me not thinking a person is reliable. Especially since they’ve bailed me out of trouble many times. Normal life had its pitfalls. We were constantly working to pay rent. Sometimes one of us had to work harder. Getting sick was disastrous, of long term assignments. What’s the relationship I have with Whitley in the other worlds?

Ruby:Casual. The two of are always throwing ideas back and forth to help the company.

Blake:The two of you are fine. I’m not too sure how much you actually hang out, but you both are pretty snarky whenever you’re together.

Yang:Thick as thieves. That man was always shifting money and finding sneaky ways to let us know when important things popped up.

Weiss:Good, that’s really good. *exhales* I can’t count the times he sent money without father knowing. I’m glad we reconnected. Without his and everyone’s help, I don’t think I would’ve managed. Especially when mom died...

Ruby:Oh. I...I’m sorry to hear that.

Weiss:It’s bound to happen when you drink the way she did. But yeah, didn’t handle it any easier. Between that and stressing over money, I really got overwhelmed often. I was very glad I didn’t live alone. Even if I didn’t want to talk about things, Jaune was always there to listen. I think it was around that time I realized just how in love I actually was with him. He makes me happy. That idiot must’ve known how much of a weakness I had for him. It was only a few months later that he proposed.

The simple memory of Jaune asking her under a street light on a cold yet peaceful night, made Weiss’s face a healthy shade of red. A gentle smile was all she could make thinking about it. A smile that left everyone stunned. They had never seen Weiss look so warm. So genuinely filled with love, happiness. To think she was once called Ice Queen? This one really did look like an Angel. Weiss quit daydreaming and got a little embarrassed.

Weiss:Uh, sorry! I guess I little mushy there. I’ve been told I’ve gotten pretty sappy through the years.

Blake:I think that’s beautiful.

Yang:Seriously. I’m...speechless really.

Ruby:A hardworking Weiss that struggled making ends meet. I gotta say that you look good doing it.

Weiss:Yeah well, that time has passed. My father got sick and in an attempt to “clear his conscious” or whatever he was feeling, he put me back in the family. I only saw him once when he was on his deathbed. Truthfully, I don’t visit my parent’s grave. I wanna say old emotions don’t get stirred up, but there’s certain feelings towards people that just can’t die I guess.

Yang:That’s fair. Who knows, maybe you just need a decade or two?

Weiss:Hehe, perhaps. However, before I got my fortune back, I was granted an either better one. Two in fact. That sly knight of mine managed to overachieve like he always does and give us a boy and girl.

Blake:I got a sneaking suspicion that you weren’t upset?

Weiss:Not for one second! I love my babies. My darling little Nick and Summer Schnee. One named after our grandfather, and Jaune and I are both really thankful for all that Ruby has done for us, so our daughter got named Summer. It meant a lot. My Ruby...she can’t have kids, or I should say getting and staying pregnant is extremely difficult.

Ruby:...*sniffling* These aren’t tears by the way. Just dust.

Weiss:My Ruby cried.

Ruby:Oh I bet! That’s some powerful stuff. Probably ugly cried too. Someone please say something? *misty eyed* Fuck, man that was a lot. *puts hood up* give me a sec, please keep going. *holding Yang’s hand*

Yang:Weiss, weren’t you a little scared about your living situation?

Weiss:It was a weird thing. We talked about having a family before hand. Money was always a concern, as well space; but I also knew that I did want to have a family of my own one day. So when the day came that the nurse told me I was pregnant, I should’ve been more worried. I wasn’t. All I felt was joy. Maybe it was because I had faith we could handle anything. We did have you all to help. Yang, you might as well be a superwoman honestly. You have been so amazing throughout my life.

Yang:Aye! I really love this other me.

Blake:What about me?

Weiss:You remain the most sensible person in my life and I thank you for it. Everyone else is crazy.

Blake:Yeah that’s pretty on brand. *smiles*

Ruby:Picture please?

Weiss gladly pulled out her scroll and showed off her children. It was quick to see both of them had gotten their father’s dorkiness. They stood in front of the camera playfully winking and were pretending to take a bite out the gold medals they had around their necks. It was crazy how much Summer looked like her mother, but clearly had Jaune’s eyes. Her brother on the other hand had the Schnee eyes and messy Arc hair. The two looked like barrels of fun. Then there was the man himself, Jaune Arc. He looked from the one in Yang’s photo. His hair resembled his days traveling to Haven and he was clean shaven, but he was noticeably healthier. It wasn’t even a physical thing much, though he did look good. He just seemed more vibrant.

Yang:Mine is cuter.

Weiss:Yours looks like your dad with the scruff.

Yang:Can you not?

Blake:How old?

Weiss:Sixteen. Little devils want sports car. I’m not dealing with that. Nick is really good at figure skating and is the oldest, so he’s the heir. Summer decided to be a little like her mother and pursue singing. Doesn’t have my voice though, but her range is better than me. I’m jealous. Both of them are always pretty decent in a fight if I do say so myself. Sigh, they grow up so fast. They still have a lot of growing to do though. Teenagers...

RBY:Preach...

Ruby:Everything okay though? Nothing too tough going on?

Weiss:Can I lie and say yes?

Yang:Hey I unpacked my baggage. Unload yours.

Weiss let out a large sigh. She looked at her kids lovingly, but had a smile that seemed...somber. All of her energy was brought down a bit and it showed.

Yang:Umm if it’s too much-

Weiss:It’s fine. It might be a little therapeutic to talk about it. Personally, I don’t I’m doing all I really can do. When they were very young, we all took a trip to go skating at a frozen lake. While I was there I found this strange ice dust that I’ve never seen before. Nick and Summer had gotten into a fight and by accident, Nick set off the dust. The shrapnel from it hit everyone, but Summer had it the worse. I’m talking it was lodged in her in multiple places. Not to mention the blast sent her flying into the water. I was hit so hard that I nearly blacked out. Thankfully, Jaune was the furthest and dove into the water while I managed to get Nick. He avoided a lot of it due to distance and was winded more than anything.

Ruby:Christ...

Blake:How young?

Weiss:Five. We rushed so fast to the hospital as soon as we could. The dust in Summer was freezing her until Nick activated her semblance and most of the shards got used up. Still, Summer ended up hospitalized for almost a year. Surgeries, comas, seizures; it was difficult to put it lightly. That picture doesn’t show it but she has puncture scars across her body, and a slight scar under her jawline she covers with makeup. That dust, though highly dangerous, it also healed her eventually. Summer had virtually no chance of survival. Not even counting the organ damage, that water should’ve put her into shock. But...she made a full recovery, on paper.

Yang:On paper?

Weiss:Several years later, Summer came in contact with the dust again and she...changed. Her eyes looked like mine, her light blonde hair went white, and she went mad. Her scars glowed with the dust that was still in her system and Summer started attacking everyone. I saw my twelve year old just use ice that was cold enough to burn. My extra scar is from me trying to restrain her. In the end it took my gigas pinning her down before she came to her senses. Summer had no memory of it. She said all remembered was feeling cold and hearing her own laughter. It wasn’t long after that it kept happening. Any time she got cold, this other...thing would come out. It eventually called itself Shiva.

Blake:Shiva? So...it’s a multiple personality?

Weiss:We don’t know. There’s so many inconsistencies. We got her checked up by the best and every test was normal. Her brain looks normal. But any time Shiva comes out, her blood turns blue and all she wants to do is hurt us. Shiva and Summer are even aware of each other now. There’s almost no day where Summer doesn’t hear Shiva in her head, wrestling for control. Between that, people at school who hate her, the scars, everything; Summer has become pretty reserved. She barely wants to go to school and she’s depressed most days. Nowadays she doesn’t open up about it outside of therapy. I...I can connect with her. Not in the way that matters.

Yang:I...shit, I don’t know what to say to that.

Weiss:That’s okay, few do. We’ve gotten good at preventing situations that get Summer cold but it’s through trial and error on something we know nothing about. Even with how far we’ve gotten, there’s a looming fear in everyone’s heart. Make no mistake though, that doesn’t stop any family from loving her with everything, but the mental strain of it all is more than anyone should deal with. Nick is kind soul. He blames himself for this and is constantly doing all he can to be there for everyone and put on this brave face, but he suffers inside. For a time, he went to therapy. Your sister almost killing you is a visceral experience. Getting him to sleep and take a break is like telling a fish not to swim. He is pretty open about this though, which helps a lot. It’s just...how do convince somehow they’re good enough when they think they’re not?

Ruby and Blake:You can’t....

Weiss:Exactly. It’s so...*tearing up* How am I failing at helping my kids worse than my own mother?

Yang:And that’s where I draw the line. *stands up* Now I can’t begin to fathom dealing with a a situation like this, and what I’m about to say is gonna be a little hypocritical but I really don’t care. Weiss, the last thing you are is a bad mother. I could tell immediately from the way you are that there hasn’t been a single as a parent that you haven’t made a choice without your kids in mind. I get feeling like there’s a gap that disconnects you from there; but the fact you keep your arms stretched out to bridge it makes you mother of the year in my eyes! Don’t believe for a second you’re a bad mother. Your the gold standard!

The room filled with silence for a moment. Weiss felt a lump form in her throat as she fought back tears that she eventually had to wipe away. She tried letting out a small laugh, but with it came more tears that ran down her face. Weiss couldn’t tell if it was from Yang’s words, or the stress. All she knew was that right now, she felt very thankful for being here.

Weiss:Damn it Yang, making me cry is something you’ve always been good at. Maybe that’s why I look up to you so much?

Yang:*red* Y-You what?

Weiss:My Yang, I downplayed just how much I adore her. Her daughter, Veronica, she’s got her fair share problems that stresses Yang out, but I never see her stop trying to connect with her. Even when she’s sad it’s like it’s only for a second, then you’re trying twice as hard. It’s amazing. If I’m being honest, and this is embarrassing, but I kinda picked up a mother from you. You’ve always been a bit motherly.

Ruby:She’s right.

Blake:Mom energy since day one.

Yang:Really? *rubs head* I was just being myself. Never really thought about it. Now then, wipe those tears! It’s upsetting that you look pretty why you cry. Meanwhile I look like a hot mess, and not in the fun way.

Weiss:*wiping face* Oh please, I don’t wanna hear that from someone who’s never needed make up. Those genes of your went to Veronica. Kids a genuine beauty. She’s just angry all the time.

Yang:Yeah that sounds appropriate... Weird to think I have a daughter that’s not Yujin. Wish I could see her.

Blake:Me too. Though I think I’d be overwhelmed seeing all my different kids. I’d probably want them all.

Ruby:My hands are full with ones I have and I wouldn’t say I’m juggling them well, so I don’t need other kids from universes. I’d be so stressed.

Weiss:Especially if they’re violent.

Ruby:Yeah, that would bad....

Weiss:Phew, I do feel a bit better. Even though I said all those things, my family still had good times. It’s not tense and we joke around like everyone else. As a family, we’re happy. We just have shit we gotta sort through.

Blake:Rich or poor, life has certain things that hit everyone. Is Jaune doing well.

Weiss:Yeah, he gets through to Summer pretty well, and he’s typically calm when it comes to giving guidance. He had his fears, but that’s why I’m here. We confide in each other.

Blake:May you and everyone else find a light at the end of the tunnel.

Ruby:Hey Weiss. Does....actually, never mind. Forget it.

Yang:We both know that’s not happening. Spit it out.

Ruby:I was just about Shiva. I’ve encountered weird things in my world, but this is unique. I was wondering if you have any positive experience with her.

Weiss:Not a single one. Here since of enjoyment in the displeasure of my children is a thing we disagree on. Though....her eyes, they do throw me off. For some reason, they don’t match her joy.

Blake:Maybe that part is still Summer. Eyes are the window to the soul and all that jazz.

Weiss:Maybe? I hope the kids are okay right now. I wonder what they’re up to?

xxxxx

Summer:WHAT’S UP VALE!!!!!!!!

A massive crowd screams “what’s up Summer”in excitement. Flashing lights and chanting fans’s voices make the sold out venue shake with their passion. Summer can only bask in it. There’s no better feeling than when she’s on stage. She looks to herself excitedly. This one was extra special. Nick comes out on stage with a base around him and a second microphone.

Nick:WE CAN’T HEAR YOU!!!!

The crowd chants louder. Summer responds by starting a rift on her guitar. She faces Nick with a smug look. Yes, having him on stage is always a joy, but that didn’t mean Summer wanted him hindering or stealing the show.

Summer:Well look who’s here!? Atlas’s favorite son! Think you’re ready to play with the kids up here. This isn’t your normal stage.

Nick smiled. He responded by playing the bass and letting the audience speak for him. Summer was chessing fool. Slowly she bopped up and down, urging him to do the same. It wasn’t long before they in sync. Drums, piano, and other background musicians began building up the tune as planned. The twins whipped around to face the crowd.

🎶Get down! We won't let you go!

This time, can you bring us down?

Back up! fly far through the sky

BLACK ROVER!

Let's go! All together now

And at last this world can't slow us down

For now, let's dye it all in black

BLACK ROVER!🎶

The two stood back to back...

🎶As more join and stand beside me,

The void doesn't feel so empty!!!!!

I know there is much more in store

Let's open that door -!🎶

Nick looked over his shoulder and saw Summer doing the same thing. This was gonna be one for the books. Jaune watched from backstage with one of the stagehands.

Stagehand:Should we tell them to save their energy? This charity event is six hours.

Jaune:Nah, let them have fun.