#like we know nothing about LAW or the blues so for now she just exists until something happens lol

[unknownogre]

They say it’s for the betterment of the world. That I’m not a prisoner…that I’m free to wonder in between moments of recovery. Still…this hospital is a prison and I am the most important patient. I am the perfect match for everyone on the planet. My blood, my organs…not a single body will reject them. I’m kept here by the Hero’s league. This is my ‘post’ after registration and trying to do good to help the world, I don’t know what I was thinking.

Do I make money? Not enough. I’m told it is my duty to give and as a member of the Hero’s League that I’m doing my part so wealth shouldn’t be a deciding factor. I’m also blessed with an insane healing factor. They can pull organs out of me once a day as long as they are careful about which ones. If it is the heart, I need a few days to recover. I can’t work out because no matter what the organs are new when they regrow. So even if my arms are stronger, my lungs are new, my heart…its new. I can’t train them to work more efficiently, I can’t get stronger. I suppose that is their plan.

I don’t pick, its congress, house reps…politicians that affect laws that govern how the Hero’s League work. Hell my organs are in the founding members as well. Entire medicine lines have been developed on my blood alone. I’d be worth billions if I held any control over my parts. I’m just worth thousands not that I even get to spend that much. No vacations, no time off…no rest.

…I want to feel better about this. I hate it. If I don’t make money from this, then I’d rather be helping the poor and children. I’m not though. I’m helping fund the League and their greed. Why give me what I’m due when they can just lock me away.

…I want out…I WANT OUT! I WANT OUT!

Then there was a faint explosion…well the first one was faint. The subsequent ones got louder…and closer until the floor shook. I could see smoke billowing from the side of the hospital. I’d was worried for a second but then I realized that the only people here are rich politicians and their families. I can’t be bothered to care anymore. I was just standing by my window, looking upon a city I was ‘saving’ but couldn’t live amongst. If I’m lucky the building will do so much damage to my body I’ll be allowed the sweet release of death…but I doubt I’ll be that lucky.

I could hear fighting in the hall, yes they had guards around me all the time. Said it was for my safety but it has been ten years and no one tried to attack me once…so I was convinced they were put there to make sure I didn’t run. How dare I dream of living on my own right?

I’m curious now as I take a position opposite the door. I wonder what is going on. I know nothing. I don’t have news, or social media…I’m a phantom in this city. A mere whisper of a legend that no one is sure exists. Civil war in the Hero’s League? Random attack on a politician here and I’m to be taken hostage so they can get their freedom? I have no idea. I don’t care really.

“This is the room…he has to be here!”

It was an alto feminine presenting voice. Rather lovely if you ask me. I hate the nurses here, they keep sending in ones they think are ‘pretty’ so I bond with them and want to be more compliant, but their eyes are all the same…distant. They were acting, all of them were acting. No one wants one sided love…I took what I could get but I knew it was empty. I wonder if Sarah survived the initial assault? The door was ripped off the hinged and there was a woman standing nearly seven feet tall with arms and legs like tree trunks covered in Kevlar body armor. She looked DOPE. She stepped aside though and a pair came past her. A man and a woman with themes of purple black and blue in their ‘armor’. The woman floated surrounded by a purple energy and the man had a million different blades all over his body.

“We’d like you to come with us. We are From The Dark League.”

I sighed and just grabbed a water bottle and opened it looking to them. The large woman was looking nervous and the man with the blades looked impatient but the magical woman looked calm.

“Why? Is going with you better than staying here. This cage is gilded ya know?”

I took a sip and the man looked me up and down and then turned away to stand with the large woman by the door. I wasn’t sure if they were a couple or not, I guess just minions. Hell, I don’t know why I’m thinking about such things.

“Well, we know of you and your situation. We’d offer help. In exchange for harvesting your organs once a week, we’ll pay you obscene amounts of money and make sure you are safe. You’ll be under contract for a duration and once that duration is up you’ll be free to do as you choose. How does that sound?”

This woman, this wonderful Witchy woman just said perhaps the most wonderful words I’ve ever heard in my entire life. I was just about to agree too until the wall near where I stood was smashed to bits and the leader of the Hero’s League called Justice stood there in his suit of white and gold. He could fly, was immune to bullets and most physical damage and the only reason there was still crime was because he couldn’t be bothered to actually stop it anymore, I made him more money than he knew what to do with.

“Stop right there Morticia…you won’t take him and I’ll paint the sidewalk with your blood in order to keep him here.”

There was no more show huh? No kind of sympthay. I get it, he’ll kill to keep me here and I don’t know. I thought apathy was my existence, but there was something to be said for the show, the fake emotions. I could pretend that I was doing this for the right reasons, that I was helping. No! I was getting angry. I was a pawn for too long…and as Morticia fired off a few impotent blasts my heart started to hammer in my chest…

…what was this I was feeling. Aside from the pent up rage of a decade of torture and solitary confinement. I felt something from Justice. Something familiar…my eyes locked on him as he approached the increasingly desperate woman. Her minions came in but where brushed aside…no they were killed right away. Not yet, he was going to make an example out of her.

“NO!”

I shouted and held out my hand…Justice stopped cold. I could feel it. I held his heart. No…no it wasn’t his heart it was mine. I HELD HIS HEART IN MY HAND! It was mine, it would always be mine. Sure it adapted to be in his body…but it was mine. I don’t know when he had the surgery. I never knew who got what and when. Still he had a bit of me in him and I had control.

“You don’t get to keep me here anymore! I’m SO sick of this. I don’t care if I’m helping rich assholes stay alive longer than the gods want. LET THEM DIE! You don’t help children, you don’t help the poor which is what I SIGNED ON TO DO! YOU LINE YOUR POCKETS BECAUSE OE ME! I HATE IT! I HATE ALL OF IT! You know they offered me money, protection AND freedom. Not to lock me up and rip out organs from my body, which they very well could do. NO! These ‘villains’ are going to treat me better than the heroes ever have.”

Justice looked at me and for the first time anywhere I saw genuine fear in the so called hero’s face. I was drunk in that moment. I loved this. Do villains get to feel like this all the time? Or maybe the really powerful ones do.

“Please…don’t. I…I’ll give you more freedom okay. More money too…just…”

Why wasn’t this working for him. I had him under control for life…no not for life. Then he’d really lock me away, keeping me sedated for a long as possible. My body will adapt eventually to the drugs, but  then he’ll just rip out organs while I’m awake. I can see it behind the fear. The rage he has.

“Sorry my friend. I don’t think you have a better counteroffer.”

Then I closed my hand in a fist and instantly I saw blood come from his eyes and mouth and he just fell over to the side. I walked over to help the man with the knives get up and I dusted him off.

“Morticia, consider me under your protection and employ. I am going to ask for something right off the bat, if you don’t mind. I want a beer so bad I dream about them every night. Can we go get a drink somewhere? I’m not trying to hit on you but something tells me you are wonderful company.”

I offered her the crook of my arm so she could pull herself up to stand. I could see a whole range of emotions play across her face as she looked at the fallen hero just dead on the floor. I looked at him as well…oh I was giddy. I had suppressed myself so much that I couldn’t feel. Now just letting my emotions out I could feel so much power, I had so much control over so many politicians now.

“Or maybe I would like a better contract. I’d like to join the Shadow League. Seeing as now I have dirt on politicians, war lords, despots…so many people have a vital organ of mine in them. We’ll get so much money. Eventually they’ll all die but then we can burn that bridge when we come to it. Also we’ll need to workshop a name and costume for me. Who ever does yours I would love their number.”

Morticia just started to laugh at this completely improbably situation before her and she hoisted herself up using my elbow. She pulled me close just resting her other hand on my arm. She looked truly amused and happy with the outcome. The large woman patted me on the back smiling as well. I liked them already. These were my true heroes. My saviors that I don’t think I’ll ever be able to truly repay.

“I think…you’ll be a wonderful addition to the Shadow League. I think we are about to enter a new age of villainy, if I dare be so optimistic.”

The funny thing about villains. They don’t really want to do evil. They are beat and broken people rebelling against a system that hurt them. I will force change…and when I make them happy they’ll stop being ‘evil’. Most of them will anyway, some are just sick and twisted…and they’ll be put down. The reasonable ones though…gods I’m using evil to get so much good done in the world. A new age indeed.

“I think you should dare.” I offered her a smile. She had me floating at this point…this was so cool. GODS I can’t wait

You're a literal universal donor for a superpower, that even your organs are compatible. And right now, the villains have decided to hit the hospital.

[caktoz]

I want to draw more of her but i actually have no idea what Not enough lore for me to work with in the show yet😔

Healing the lil babe

[the-way-astray]

do you think sokeefe will be a lasting relationship, or will they break up, or secret third thing (they break up and get back together again over and over again)?

anon, i assume you're asking about the canon story. and without question, sokeefe will be in a lasting relationship in canon. i have no doubts there whatsoever. as i discussed in my rant, shannon has a gargantuan tendency to tell, not show, things when in comes to what she wants to communicate about her relationships to the audience. it's not at all subtle. and as i discussed in the rant, sokeefe falls prey to this the most. shannon jumps through all these crazy hoops to tell, not show, the audience how perfect sokeefe will be together. there are even more instances of this in the unlocked novella and stellarlune, but unfortunately i haven't gotten there yet. it's a very insecure way of writing and basically tells your audience you don't trust them to understand what you're trying to tell them from the interactions and dynamic alone.

now why is this relevant? well obviously, if shannon wants so bad for the audience to know that sokeefe will be great together, she isn't doing that for nothing. she clearly wants them together. i haven't discussed stellarlune's famous chapter 42 yet, but in this post, i talk about how that entire scene felt out-of-character for sokeefe. in essence: it's too perfect for their dynamic. almost as if shannon is so insecure about whether her readers will like sokeefe that she removes everything that makes them them in favor of making a impersonal, washed out scene that feels generic and bland. why does she do this? because any imperfections, any flaws, any personality that's unique to sophie and keefe and their dynamic could turn readers against them as a couple. so those have to be erased. and so in the end, all we have is the picture perfect romantic scene that feels way too easy and not at all earned. it reeks of insecurity, in my humble opinion.

all this is to say, shannon did some pretty desperate things to make sure fans understand that sokeefe are great together. she also villainized fitz in the process so that fans would know that sophie and fitz are not good together. and authors don't do these sorts of things unless they are sure they want these characters together forever.

however, fanon exists. and the idea of sophie and keefe breaking up and getting back together endlessly is so funny to me, i can't just not discuss it. the elves' indefinite lifespan allows for it. i think they would do it not because they're actually on and off, but because they want to purposefully spread rumors and gossip about themselves. or at least, keefe would. they want to mess with people's minds because it's funny and they're bored and old and everyone know who they are and there's nothing better to do.

they make a calendar and mark all their break-up dates and get-back-together dates in blue and red. they work out a whole algorithm for how much time to spend in each phase that's just long enough to get the public to think hey, maybe this time it's permanent, and then bam! never mind. they flipped to the other status again. the matchmaking office has nineteen different match-fail forms submitted by the same couple. sometimes, centuries go by between them. sometimes, mere weeks. the matchmakers go to the council and beg them to sign a law into action that puts a restriction on how many times you can divorce and remarry the same person, but the council turns them down because they can't piss off their local genetically modified celebrity couple because they defeated the neverseen and the public love them too much. sophie and keefe spend the rest of eternity (officially) breaking up and getting back together again and again and again and again. the elvin world accepts this as the new reality. it's a metaphor for change and growth in the lost cities.

[lonelymachina]

This ain't a difference of opinions it's a difference in morals or rather a lack thereof on their part. I don't associate with people who are either so careless so evil or so stupid they would let a sleezy rapist grifter like Donald Trump fuck them in the ass once and then beg for it to happen a second time. Like Hayden’s post says. I hope y'all never find peace. I hope every ignorant selfish woman that prioritizes male validation over protecting herself and the women around her suffers a horrific miscarriage in the coming years, and has to struggle and search far and wide and beg and plead and bribe in order to access the healthcare she needs to survive it and still cannot without extensive and prolonged medical complications. I hope every pathetic selfish rapist-apologist sorry little man-boy has to watch their best friend die right before their eyes just because they're a minority or gay, I hope they put the gun in their hand and force them to pull the trigger. And then spend the rest of his miserable existence as just another number in the "Male Loneliness" statistics. I hope every gay/trans/queer/transgender person that voted for this has to stand helpless and humiliated as they are told to leave restaurants and stores, stopped at the door and told they are not welcome, told by doctors and government officials that they have no rights when it comes to their sick or dying loved ones because they voted against their own. As for the men who did nothing, who voted blue at their own discretion but were silent on the front, did nothing to speak out against these atrocious ideals and the obvious hate toward women. I hope you have to watch every woman closest to you suffer or die. I hope your mothers/wives/daughters are raped by men you know or hold in revere and you are powerless to stop it or help them. I hope you have to stand by like the helpless, weak, stand-for-nothing sorry excuses for men you are with their blood on your hands.

And I hope when it all starts to go horribly wrong, when they start repealing laws and legislature that protects minorities women and children, when colored people can't vote anymore or women can't have a bank account or own property again, when your bosses get phone calls and have to fire all of the women, or when your landlords post notices on your doors that all gay and colored tenants have been evicted or when your children come home crying talking about how ICE agents raided their classrooms and rounded up immigrant students.... I hope you think back to these posts and how you felt when you're reading it right now...how you think we are so nuts for believing these men are going to do EXACTLY what they have told us they're going to...l hope you feel so. fucking. foolish. I hope you experience a level of shame and regret as profound as what the Romans must have felt when they crucified Jesus and immediately realized the massive fucking mistake they'd made. To be able to know the history of this world and still make the decision to be on the wrong side of it…this will haunt you for generations.

[alovelyfox]

Chapter 3: Really just a simple favour

Please note there are mentions of suicide/substance abuse in this chapter, so reader discretion is advised.

This has got to be one of the most uncomfortable dates of all time. Not that you've been on many, but if this is what dating is like, you think it's time to ask your parents for an arranged marriage. And it's not that your date is ugly or anything too. Stan's wearing an oversized blue and red jacket with a pair of ripped blue jeans. He has a little bit of scruff on his chin, with his hair dyed blonde rather than natural, something you could tell by his black roots still showing. He didn't look so much like a creep as Kyle predicted, more like a washed up rock star wearing clothes from the kids section of a Wal-Mart. But your main problem with him is how fucking boring he's acting right now.

You've been making polite conversation with him for the past 5 minutes, and he's giving you nothing to work with. When you asked about his day so far, he gave you a curt 'fine’, then didn't bother to ask about yours. So you try again, telling him that you recently started a job at a law firm, but he looks like he'd rather be anywhere else but listening to you.

What a dick you think. I mean, he was the one who practically begged to have this date with me, yet he's acting like I'm not even here! Fuck my life.

“Hey, do you have any friends you think you could set me up with?" He asks, and it takes all your willpower to not openly slap him across the face.

Is he insane? Or does he find me so utterly awful that he's decided he's done with this date and wants to start planning his next one. Piece of shit.

"Like any cute friends?" He asks again. "Anyone with, let's say, straight black hair and choppy bangs in the front. And black eyes you can feel your soul getting lost in, that make you feel safe and like she's gonna take care of you forever... Oh, and a pink beret, maybe in some childhood photos or maybe still now?"

"Wendy? Are you asking about my roommate Wendy?"

His eyes light up when you mention her name and you feel your heart sink.

"Wait, so you asked me on a date only so you could get one with my roommate? Are you fucking serious? Nah, fuck you and fuck whatever this is." You get up to leave and make it out the door before he grabs you by the arm.

"Y/N please. I swear, I never meant to play you or anything, I'm not that kind of guy. Just let me explain." Stan pleads with you.

"Did you set up this date because you genuinely like me or because you're a stalker creep who likes my roommate so much that you'd do anything to get with her? Cause if it's the second one, that explains everything to me right there." You say, and he turns silent.

You look at your phone and the clock reads 6:15. You wonder if Kyle's still nearby when Stan interrupts your thoughts.

“Look, Y/N. I'm sorry, it's true. I did set up this date because I wanted you to help me get in touch with Wendy, but please hear me out. I met Wendy when we were in pre-school, and I've been in love with her ever since. We were one of those on again-off again couples in middle school, but during high school I fucked up. She broke up with me and moved away for college, while I stayed in that shithole town and let the loneliness consume me. I hated myself for letting her get away, for losing one of the most perfect girls to ever exist. But I came to my senses, decided enough was enough and came here."

You hate how sincere he sounds, and you feel yourself sympathizing with him. With a heavy sigh, you start walking back to your apartment, and motion for him to follow.

"I don't know Wendy that well, but I really like her. Also, she's doing well right now. And I'll be damned if I'm gonna let some douchey ex of hers come into her life and screw it all up. So I have to know the full story, which you're gonna tell me as we walk back to my apartment. If it's good enough, I'll invite you in to meet her, but if not, you leave both her and I the hell alone. Deal?"

He sighs loudly, but nods his head and reluctantly starts following you home.

"Deal. So, it all started when my friend Eric Cartman got an anal probe..."

…

Hearing Stan talk about his middle school relationship with Wendy softens your heart towards him, if only a little. The way he used to throw up when she talked to him, and how she paid a group of Iraqis to capture one of their teachers whom he had a crush on and shoot her into the sun. Okay the second one sounds kind of crazy, but it's obvious that they cared for each other a lot, at least when they were young. But when discussing what happened to them in high school, Stan freezes up.

"I fucked up. I really fucked it all up. Everyone else knew exactly what they were doing with their lives, and I had no fucking clue what to do with mine. I got really depressed, and turned to alcohol to numb the pain. My dad's an alcoholic, so maybe it's just something I inherited. But I pushed everyone away. My family, my best friends, and especially Wendy. She tried her hardest to get me to quit, to try and salvage what we had. But she broke up with me, saying that she couldn't watch me kill myself, and that it was time for her to move on. I was so wrapped up in all my shit that I didn't even care. I didn’t put up a fight, just watched her leave. I stayed in South Park while I watched everyone else get on with their lives, and all I wanted was to be back in middle school, when my friends didn't look at me with pity in their eyes and the love of my life was still mine."

So far, he had been walking alongside you while talking, but now he stops in his tracks and stares at the ground for a moment before his next words.

"I tried to kill myself two months ago."

Your eyes widen, seeing him so vulnerable like this. He turns to look up at the star pierced night sky which had befallen the both of you, obviously trying to will away the tears which were forming in his eyes. You're about to step forward and try to comfort him but he resumes walking, so you follow him while he continues on with what he was saying.

"Well, not really. It wasn't like I got a noose or a gun and just ended it. I had been on a three day bender with my dad's hidden supply, and in my drunken state I stumbled onto some train tracks. And I saw the train heading towards me, yet I didn't move. I think the alcohol was a way for me to slowly kill myself, but here was the perfect opportunity to finish the job. And my mind was hazy, and I thought that getting run over was exactly what I wanted. But then the train got closer and closer, and I hesitated. Was this really how my life was gonna end? Having achieved nothing, dying alone on some fucking train tracks? I had wanted to go back to my middle school self so bad, but would he have liked how I turned out? The train was a couple miles away when I hopped off the tracks, I was still so close my beanie flew off by the gust it generated from passing me. But I was alive, and had reached a moment of clarity. I didn't want to revert back to my middle school self. I want to become a man my middle school self is proud to grow up into. A man whose family and friends still care for him, and is still dating the girl of his dreams. So I checked myself into rehab, determined to change my mindset and ways."

He lets out a heavy sigh, and you pat him reassuringly on the back. He continues.

"I got out a couple weeks ago, and my first thought was to reunite with Wendy. She was the one who always had faith that I could recover, and with her by my side I would be able to get a job, reconnect with my friends, conquer anything. But I needed to know how she felt about me now, and when I found out that you were her roommate, I figured you were the one to talk to."

"But why not just ask me to help you? Why'd you ask me out on a date instead?"

"To be honest, I just thought it would be the quickest way to get your attention. Sorry for the way I acted on it by the way. I swear I'm a much more interesting guy to be around, but I was so worried about how'd you react to what I was gonna ask you that I guess I was kind of rude. My bad. But now that you've heard me out, you'll help and re-introduce me to her, right?"

You're in front of your apartment building now, and Stan's looking at you expectedly. You don't know what to think about everything he’s just told you, and him staring at you with puppy dog eyes isn't helping. You turn your back to him, and try to recollect your thoughts. He seems genuinely sorry about how he treated Wendy in the past, but does that mean he's changed?

You wheel around and look straight into his eyes as you say your next words.

"'Оkау.”

His face breaks out into a massive smile, but you hold up one finger indicating that you're not done.

"I'II help, under some conditions. And you're not meeting her until all these conditions have either been completed or agreed to. 1. You clean yourself up, both mentally and physically." You look him up and down, and raise an eyebrow.

"Mainly physically. Get some better clothes, clean up that scruff you call a beard sitting on your face, etc. 2. You get a job. Wendy deserves a guy who's stable, both mentally and financially. And 3. If you meet her again and she wants nothing to do with you, you suck it up and move on with your life. No weird stalking, no setting up a date with another one of her friends, nothing. Until then though, I'll help you get your life together. We can meet up tomorrow, when you should've already completed condition 1, and we can work on condition 2. Here's my number, don't abuse it."

You stick your hand out for his phone, and type your number into it. He takes it back and has a small smile on his face.

"Thanks. For everything. Even the small possibility of seeing her again makes my heart feel whole."

You let out a matching small smile. He does seem like a really sweet guy, and you can only hope he's serious about changing.

"I'll text you tomorrow when and where to meet up. Goodnight Stan."

And with that, you leave him standing on the street, and wonder what the hell you're gonna tell Wendy.

…

You decide to not tell Wendy about your date with Stan. You’ll find out how she feels about him as per Stan's request, but there's no reason for that to happen tonight. You walk into your room and practically collapse on your bed. Everything about today drained you, and the urge to sleep it all away is getting stronger and stronger. But before your droopy eyes fully close, your phone vibrates twice from an unknown texter. Assuming it's Stan, you breathe a heavy sigh. So much for the 'don't abuse it’ rule that came with your number. But you sit up straight when you actually read what it says.

Unknown Number - Hey Y/N, it's Kyle

Unknown Number - I just wanted to make sure you got home safe. So text me when you do.

You can't stop your face from smiling. You save his number into your phone and reply back.

Y/N - i came home a couple minutes ago, thanks for checking in ♡

Kyle ♡ - How'd it go?

Kyle ♡ - The date, I mean

You try not to read into why he cares about that. Probably just trying to make conversation, right?

Y/N - It wasn't what I anticipated, but the guy seems pretty nice so we're gonna meet up again tomorrow.

He leaves you on read for a while, only replying back five minutes later with a curt:

Kyle ♡ - Nice to hear. Goodnight Y/N.

He doesn't say anything else, leaving you to wonder what the hell you did wrong.

[storiesofsvu]

it's thursday, lets round up law and order night

Just discovered I can select citytv toronto so I can watch this shit at 5pm. Fucking win. 

Okay, the way these eps are airing doesn’t make our hypothesis about the maddie case coming to canada to launch CO:TO make sense, we’ll see… 

Not shaw instantly knowing it’s a dating app 👀👀 

Jfc...word on my laptop doesnt want to open, im stuck doing this through safari, fuck i hate the way technology is changing... hoping it works later, i was planning on writing tonight. Ugh. 

Man, the way that receptionists/door staff is always all “hey! Excuse me! You can’t go back there” always makes me laugh, like, first off, how do the cops know where they’re going/that the person theyre looking for is actually back there?  

Why are there no lights on in this courtroom? Wtf? 

Nolan just tells sam to do all the work and then takes lead on all the cases, huh? 

The way this ep is going its lowkey looking like mccoy is getting fired/forced to retire, not doing it voluntarily lol. 

Lol, i give no shits if they fire nolan, just don’t touch my samantha bebe pls. 

Okay so they really are setting mccoy up to being fired, hey? 

All of these shows would be SO much better if they actually just acknowledged that they all exist in the same universe/city. Like... i’d love to see the same recurring cast members as the defence attorneys/judges/etc as the same characters in all three shows. Or like, have them mention each other, like in this ep they easily could have at least been like “hold on, I'll call benson, maybe she caught the case” no need to guest star, just mention it. Though they could guest star the other characters considering svu is only giving screen time to M and Ice... 

I am SO bored watching jack in court... where’s the spunk? 

There is way too much political shit that goes into this. Ugh.  

Also this send off is lame. They really couldnt have done it any better? The promos made me think it was some big celebratory thing... 

Yeah that was lame as shit. 

Alright... moment of truth.... is CI Toronto going to be good or absolute crap? 

Why is it tinted blue? This is like when shows “go to mexico” and they just tint the screen yellow. Do they think canada is blue tinted because of the snow/cold? 

Theme song does not slap. 

Where did my subtitles go?? 

Okay the liutenant is my faourite part so far. I like her. Female detective is on the fence for me right now, i don’t like the dude. 

Are they not carrying guns?? Does dick wolf think canadian cops don’t carry guns? Cause i assure you they do... 

LOL at the casual dropping of facts about characters we know nothing about. She has a kid, noted. 

... i stopped paying attention, i can’t lie. This isn’t terrible, but it isn’t great. We coulda had For the Defence... 

Okay, so like i said, not terrible, but i found it pretty boring.  

Moving on to SVU 

Okay this is clearly some kind of abduction situation going on. 

Velasco got a line! Yay! 

Wanna steal that plaid...ngl. 

“aren’t you a captain” THAT IS EXACTLY MY QUESTION, HOW DOES THIS SQUAD NOW HAVE TWO CAPTAINS??!! Make it make sense!! 

“and you needed a rollins” thank you fin for telling it like it is. 

Liv is off her fucking rocker man, like yeah, the kid on the train obvi needs help, and they should intervene and there is a slight chance that it is related to the maddie situation, but that’s the only thing she can see righ tnow and it’s not making for a good show. 

Say pittsburg one more time. I dare you. 

“it’s captain benson” uh... eileen called *her* why did that phone convo go like that? 

The delulu in this episode is stronger than my delulu imagining being married to fictional charaters jfc.. 

“happi burger” ?!?!? I'm having s9 flashbacks 

Aaaand a guest star that was on the show in the last year and a half is guest starring again... as a different character... not surprised. *sigh* (at the v least she’s acting her ass off and is good at what she does so...) 

Liv you have as many issues as this agent, don’t try and make her seem like she should open up to you lololol. 

“you sure youre not just projecting?” THANK YOU 

Thank fuck this gd maddie shit is finally done with. I am over it lol. 

Liv's out here just adopting rescues from all sorts of different departments temporarily, this doesn’t make any sense. 

Omg this OC flashback just made me so excited, all the amazing shit that happened last week LOL. 

Literally thought that old man was mcgrath.. 

I'm sorry... if i find something in a *bathroom* garbage can, the last thing I'm doing is putting it in my *mouth* 

Ayanna being all “gimmie!” about the stuffie is adorable. I may have to write some kind of fix it fic for her/this situation.... 

Okay that was lazy writing, Rita’s friend literally just basically repeated the exact same phrase twice... 

“no gps to pull from a camera” that is a straight up fucking lie. Both my point and shoot and my dslr have gps... 

This other tech guy working for them (ai guy?) he reminds me of kevin from crimi. Not sure if that’s just the over eager-second choice tech- guy vibes or if its something else... 

I don’t trust this bitch. At all. She's gotta be in on it. 

Hahahahaha elliot’s face when he walks in to jet and bobby in the room lol. 

This hate crimes guy is growing on me. 

Anyone else looking at the parallels of liv being hyperfocused on maddie and finding her, meanwhile elliot was so wrapped up with the Rita situation in the last season and now is so upset/lost about losing her... 

AYANNA CUDDLING HER LIL STUFFIE AHHHH *soft* 

[tsuki-sennin]

Don! Don! Donbura ko! Our raging festival of peaches, manga, haikus, misunderstandings, and ships shall be coming to an end within a matter of weeks. I can scarcely believe it myself, however all worldly things are as fleeting as they are beautiful.

Come March, our adventures with all these assholes will be at an end. And as wonderful and envelope pushing as they are, we really could do with a moment of pause after it's all said and done.

Enough depressing thoughts though, have another hour of me talking about this dumbass series~!

Spoilers, I guess...

-You Noto do a funny little wish, huh?

-You love your besties.

-Hello, Sonogo-sama.

-Shallow indeed.

-Sonoroku's having himself a muscle moment.

-And of course, Sonoshi. The evil icon themself.

-The peace summit begins.

-Tsuyoshi and Tsubasa are off to the side there, nothing can go wrong.

-Kaito's never been this serious about anything this whole season.

-Polite applause.

-Zettai ni! Ore koso only one!

-"So like... are you their dad or something? You just kinda exist."

-"Brilliant, Sonoza. Getting to know my father in law is a tremendous first step to our successful alliance."

-"I am a special man. ...so like, can I get your food now?"

-Instant service, goddamn.

-"Thank you for saving my extremely troublesome pet bird."

-Not true Haruka, Minoru Ohno is still tied.

-I see Tsuyoshi's own death apparently means nothing to him without Miho.

-...though then again, he did save Tarou the first time he died and that was post Hitotsu-ki transformation, so...

-Maybe they're even?

-"Keep turning into a Hitotsu-ki then, you cuckoo. There is no tooth fairy, there is no Easter Bunny, and there is no Miho Kijino."

-Wake up and smell the mustard Kaito went out of his way to prepare for you.

-"I married a monster!"

-To be honest, I still fully would.

-I see Sonoza and I are in agreement about it being hilarious.

-There he is. Papa Jin.

-"Hello, son."

-Sonoshi's having a moment to themselves.

-Now play Bolero of Fire.

Sonoroku: Oooooookay, looks like they're not very alright upstairs. Sonogo: I hate them more than you do, just so you know.

-He's out on community service.

-"Get him pu'er tea."

-Oooooooh, this is big crime.

-"My legacy means nothing. Not when compared to their lives. And Tarou..."

-I'd love to have one of those switches just to play with.

-I know that sounds kinda weird, but

-TRUE HERO

-"You have a job!"

-"It's a good job :)"

-"Here you go, Dad. Drink up."

-Haruka's sheer terror.

-WHERE JIROU

-"He's having time to himself."

-

-Shinichi's got a point. You're less "allying" and more straight up "joining". Green unit to Blue unit.

-"Whoa, that dude went flying... Oh shit, she's here!"

-Ohhhh, drama.

-A... little late, but...

-"You haiku-spewing monkey FUCK, we're helping you!"

-"Ooooh, and that may be true, but this gives me a little bit of doubt about employee integrity. Isn't that right, Tarou-sama?"

-"That's hot, Sonoi!"

-"Right okay, asking you was a mistake. What about you, Haruka?"

-"I mean like... I guess?"

-"Wrong! Meandering plotlines like this will never win the minds of a reader! Say what you mean, Haruka!"

-I guess Tsuyoshi's really against the

-"I mean, I don't really wanna say anything. I'm like... not here."

-ONI

-Hello, Haruka. You're our final boss!

-Oh

-Thanks Shinichi, that was nice of you.

-Goodbye, Papa Jin.

-Notice how Tarou never technically spoke to Jin once.

-Ohhhhh, that's right. Tsubasa already technically voted for Sononi.

-"You died, sweetheart. And he paid for you to come back."

-I have to wonder what would've happened if Sononi got a state funeral the way Sonoi did back when he died.

-Dog Condor...

-...guess she's REAL happy about that.

-Oooooooh, rejected!

-"No pets from the dog."

-OH GODDAMMIT

-Strawbebby parfait!

-SHINICHIIII

-Goddamn, yo! You got it!

-Vote time!

-Tie time.

-"I retain my right to vote."

-Cold blooded.

-Shinnosuke... Tamaki...

-You two are from a previous episode.

-DUDE

-Telepath!

-"GET THAT YOUNG LOVE SHIT OUTTA HEEEEEERE! Oh, it's just like my life! ...in a way!"

-"That's it. We're done here."

-"You're being a bad boy, Tarou-san..."

-AND THERE THEY ARE!

-Sonoroku, you didn't really do anything, I guess that means you're fine.

-A FUCKING LAUGH TRACK

-"Okay, we'll vote too~!"

-The vote has been totally rocked.

-Look at that, we're in the majority~!

-Hitosu-ki Time!

-Two Hitotsu-ki!

-"Uh oh, besties~! Looks like you're alone now~!"

-Don Kaito, once again lost.

-And there he goes!

-"Ohhhhh man~! Mixin' it up after the fourth~! Brilliant idea to get around rule of three~!"

-"Get off me, woman!"

-Ohhhhhhh, there he goes!

-Succed into two different worlds.

-Tarou-less!

-Nine Donbrothers!

-I could barely handle five, six was pushing it. Now nine!

-Okay, it seems that Tamaki's the Dengeki-ki, while Shinnosuke's the Battle Fever one. ...I'm not entirely sure what I'd call him, but... I guess BF-ki? I mean it'd be fitting.

-Anyways, episode 48~!

-Don Momotaro has been vored!

-And Tsuyoshi I guess, but

-Those jerks.

-"You guys suck!"

-Monkey in charge.

-Guess we're fighting together.

-Leashed in.

-"Y'know what, I'm gonna go off somewhere and have a drink, I do not wanna deal with this today."

-Time for some big shit.

-Awwwwww, Tsubasa.

-Tell all the girls.

-"Wait, hold on dude, I'm not wanted anymore!"

-Five Million~!

-Cops!

-Oh thanks, Sononi~!

-Ice cold, man.

-"I suspected Kijino, but... Tarou, really?"

-"You just focus on your manga."

-HE WANTED MURASAME TO READ IT I'M-

-SONOZA, MY DUDE

-Waiter time!

-"Sit your asses down, I need to work this off!"

-There's the pinwheel.

-"Oh c'mon man, that's a little beyond."

-Oh okay, Sonoroku's just!

-Insane!

-Keep the bad guys busy and the Hitotsu-ki in range.

-Be honest with her, man.

-"Do you know who Miho is?"

-I see... so she was a path that Natsumi could've taken.

-Ohhhhhh they could've reconciled easily!

-Sonogo and Sonoshi are being regular sadistic but Sonoroku's like "DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, WOOOOOOO!"

-I mean they are villains, but goddamn Inoue

-Sonoshigoroku!

-Sonoichinisan!

-"Smash 'em into bloody paste, Oni!"

-Ohhhh, they gone!

-Know when to fold.

-Ohhhh...

-Jirou-kun...

-Hello, Tiger Man.

-"Through thick and thin... together..."

-They truly become one.

-Momotani Jirou. Toradora.

-Oden~!

-I'm sorry Sonoi, but your little panic there was adorable.

-SONOI LJKHLGH

-"Odeeeeen~!? God, Sonoi, you've really fallen so far~!"

-"All those weak Donbrothers really fit that scrub though, don't they~? Like that dog Sononi's in love with! Or that manga-loving ogre Sonoza wasted so much time training!"

-"The only thing faker than Don Momotaro's strength is Sonoi's Jordans!"

-STERILIZE

-He got SO mad.

-"I have a plan."

-Shinichi's completely focused now.

-We're totally outnumbered.

-If only Murasame were here, huh?

-"Check this shit out~!"

-Completely without honor and humanity. The Noto Overseers!

-YO?

-Oh, we dead.

-"Go for it, Shinichi!"

-Our chance has come!

-The Zanglass Sword!

-SHINICHI MY BOY

-"I'm no swordsman, Sonoi-san! This is your battle!"

-"Well~? Pick it up."

-Goddamn, they're that monstrously arrogant.

-Zanglass Chop!

-THERE THEY ARE

-The squad!

-We're all friends now!

-"So, that's our new Donbrothers. Fascinating."

-Go, Jirou!

-Don Don! Donbrothers!

-Shining!

-Hot damn!

-Supreme Great Combination!

-This is everything I've ever dreamed.

-Besties at long last!

-Medetashi medetashi!

-Later, nerds.

-You'd better keep your eyes on your lady now, okay?

-We did it.

-"Nice job, man."

-Teamwork

-Everybody gets to join the festival :)

-Tsubasa knows what you did:)

-OH SHIT FINAL BATTLE

-That's our... Ousama-ki, is it? I thought it was unusual when the next Sentai's mech came in hot to help us before we even met anyone there, but it's even weirder to me that we get a legacy monster to boot.

-Not that I mind, nobody needs a conventional finale with a show like Donbrothers.

-Is that? Nooo, it couldn't be...

-Well, there's Minoru-san! Frankly I'd expect to see nobody else here at the end.

-Handshake

-That dude in the hood though...

-Oh my GOD IT IS

-IT'S HIM

-KOUHEI MURAKAMI

-HE'S BACK

-This episode went from 100 to 913 real quick.

-I don't think it's quite the finale, but...

-Man, we're so close to a fittingly confusing and insane end either way.

[0c3l0tl]

A thing I wrote.

WHERE AM I?

It’s getting colder out. Every time the cold arrives, so do the worst of my panic attacks. I don’t fully understand why. Perhaps because it all started as summer ended?

Or maybe it’s these clothes… do I always wear these?

No one seems to understand.

Even she, my love. She, who has been through it all. She… ever-present in my nightmares—hellscapes so real I can feel them for days—even SHE looks at me with worry, confusion… with pity.

How long has it been? Two? Three decades?

Yes, I think… about 36 years.

Time is meaningless now.

I haven’t aged a single day since the nightmares started. I can’t remember my childhood anymore. My mind is filled with holes and images of those strange eyes.

Eyes so disturbingly real, but also completely alien. Eyes bigger than life itself. I close mine and I see them.

I remember that morning. It was a Saturday. The air still tinged with the warmth of summer, but cool enough to be enjoyable. A good day for going out on an aimless walk around town… a day so otherwise unremarkable. As unremarkable as every single other day.

That unremarkable day, I received a package. Unmarked. No postage. Strange, sure, but I didn’t think much of it and curiosity won over caution.

After all, what kind of world would we live in if packages were dangerous? Never before has anyone heard of mail being used as a weapon here. Not in our world; our “perfect world.” That’s what she would say.

And she’s right, you know. I don’t know where these ideas come from. Strange truths from strange realities that worm and burrow their way into my unconscious, just like the god damn eyes.

Our lives are dreams. But… my dreams are nightmares.

If I think about it too hard, it hurts so much I swear my head will pop.

The package contained an unassuming set of knitted winter hats and matching sweaters. One set was my size, and the other set perfectly fit her. I laughed when I saw them, thinking them a cute prank by one of our friends. We had moved in together that year, and she brought her dog along. I love that dog. She thought it would be cute to get him a matching set as well. I agreed.

The nightmares started a few days after we decided to go into town, donning our silly matching ensembles. The day itself had been its usual flavor of blissful blandness. Just walking through throngs of people, all of us seemingly with a purpose yet none having a real one at all.

Maybe being out and about _is_ our purpose?

Are we ever going anywhere? Or are we just…

That night was the first night I noticed them in the deepest recesses of my mind. At first an odd awareness, a feeling I simply don’t have the words to describe.

Then I saw them. Eyes bigger than houses, searching in the vast sky. I had never seen eyes such as these. So… disturbingly detailed. I knew they were eyes, somehow, but they looked nothing like our eyes.

I wanted to rip off my glasses—rip out MY eyes in hopes I’d stop seeing what I was seeing, but it didn’t matter. The sky was full of them.

Brown eyes, green eyes, blue eyes, black eyes, eyes I didn’t even have names of colors for. Constantly moving, constantly searching.

And then, suddenly, they all gazed directly at me… in eerie unison. My body suddenly not mine, waving at them with a forced smile. When did I start using a cane? Did I always wear glasses?

Why can’t she see what I mean?

None of us have aged at all. She and her sister look at me askance when I mention it. One time I tried telling them about my nightmares. They immediately stopped talking, stared at me with empty eyes… then started having a conversation between themselves, as if I wasn’t there at all.

It wasn’t their usual “creepy twin sisters” games. It was no prank.

I had broken some law of existence by opening my mouth, and these were the consequences.

Both of them acted like I didn’t exist for a few hours. It felt like an eternity of being invisible… and then, just as abruptly as it began, it ended. Life went on. It was as if the entire thing never happened, and I’d just imagined it all. Neither of them had the vaguest notion of what the hell I was going on about. I hesitated bringing the nightmares up again, so I kept quiet about those—but they had no memory of shunning me for hours.

It all got so ridiculously surreal, that I began doubting myself. I couldn’t remember if my memories were real… maybe I had imagined it all?

That’s when I realized I was starting to lose grasp in reality—whatever reality even was.

I wasn’t upset… I was terrified. They weren’t lying… they genuinely didn’t (couldn’t?) know what I…

I could sense this was a veil only I could see through, and daring to mention it was worse than a death sentence. Worried my hellish existence would get worse, I decided never to mention it again.

Hopeless, I figured all I had for help was myself. I decided the best (if only) course of action I had was staying awake.

Perhaps if I fought unconsciousness, I’d remain in whatever plane of existence I lived in originally: the one that seemed less liminal.

I missed what I could remember of my life; what it had been before the bloody sweaters. Before those damned eyes.

I tried it all. Coffee. Freezing showers. _Pills._

Pills that keep you awake aren’t easy to find in this world, but it’s not impossible if you know where to look. I know where to look. I’ve been everywhere after thirty-something years of constant traveling.

Where am I even trying to go?

None of it worked. I would even lay in the tub covered in ice, full of pills, practically vibrating… not caring if I died from hypothermia or frostbite or from my heart giving out. Whatever it took—whatever harebrained insanity I could think of, I tried.

It didn’t matter. Eventually, I’d fall asleep and succumb to my repetitive, endless nightmares.

I’ve tried burning them, you know? The hat, the shirt, the god forsaken cane… these glasses… it doesn’t matter. They all come back. Just like me.

I can’t remember the first time I tried nipping it at the bud. I figured if there is no me, there is no eyes to watch me. No one else sees them, no one but me is aware of their existence.

It might have been during one of the nights I tried staying up. Giving up is easy when all I get to do is walk aimlessly amongst crowds of people and go everywhere, yet nowhere at all.

Every time I think I’ve met my blissful end, I’m suddenly back in the crowds. Walking whether I like it or not, waiting until the eyeballs frantically searching for me finally find me. Waiting until my body forcibly turns me to smile and wave at them, acting as if I didn’t wish I was dead. Then I wake up, back in my bed, as if nothing happened.

I only write this now because I worry I will become like the others. I can’t be sure if this will even survive once I finish writing it… but hope is the last thing to go, right?

Maybe if I can hold onto some shred of my memories… maybe if I can write out how I feel, what I think…

Sometimes I don’t know what’s nightmare and what is the waking world. What is real and what is not. The thin membrane between worlds is disintegrating before my own beady little eyes and I can’t help but wonder if it’s just all in my head.

Am I losing my mind? God I hate this stupid hat.

I feel my mind slipping. Soon I’ll be just like them. Just like Wenda and Wilma, knowing something is wrong but refusing (forced to refuse?) to see it. Perhaps that’s for the best. At least I will always have Woof.

[fallen-gabrielle]

Hello, fellow Detective Conan fan! I'm also an extreme avid fan of the serie, I discovered it on Cartoon Network France back when it aired in early 2000s. I'm not exactly that active in the fandom, because another fandom is my current brain rot and I don't know what to add to the community. I still read the chapters and buy the mangas whenever they come out. I have the Magic Kaito (Kid is my favorite character) and the Hanzawa-san volumes too (and the WPS). Now for the movies themselves!

Hard question. Definitely a movie where Kaito has a huge role. The Fist of Blue Sapphire was great because for one, we got to see Kaito had ptsd from his meeting with Makoto from canon, and that had me laugh way too much that it should have. Also, we got to see more on Kaito's side to prepare his heist (kinda) and we only see that in Magic Kaito (okay, I know we saw that in the Fairly Lips case, but i'm just saying, i want to see more of that).

Curaçao 🥺 I'm super emotional about her and I always cry when I see her dying.

Trick question, because I never really thought about it. I haven't really made a list or ranked the movies so I have no idea. They all have their pros and cons, therefore they are pretty much equally good to me. I will prefer certain things, yes, but that doesn't mean a movie is bad because that one thing i like isn't there. But probably movies 9 and 17 just to name something.

Another hard question. Because I will take anything that will be thrown at me. I just need my DC content. But I must admit, if we could get a movie where it's mainly about Kid and the Ekoda gang (Aoko with a bigger role, Hakuba being that nerdy little shit that everyone loves, Akako being mysterious [cuz she's not allowed to be mystical nor magical, lame], Keiko existing, I would be happy. Yes, that would be basically a MK movie with the DC cast, but let me dream five minutes, okay. Let me have this.

So, apparently, we will get some MK backstory. I love that. I highly doubt that Kaito's identity would be reveal but it would be interesting if that happens. After all, Kaito knows about Conan/Shinichi, it would be normal that Conan finds out about Kaito Kuroba. But since we have the whole Heiji-Kazuha-Momiji thing in the movie, I highly doubt we will have time for some MK stuff (also there's no way they would do that cuz the movies are technically not canon so) I hope i'm not getting to hyped for nothing. Okita seems to be invited to the party too. More rivalry stuff between him and Heiji? Also also, perhaps a quick Yaiba-Moroha cameo ? That's just me being super hopeful but it's okay if it doesn't happen. I think there's way too many people in this movie and the plot might suffer from it. I have nothing against a plot where Heiji has to face Kid, but Momiji being here seems extremely unnecessary, same with Okita. That could have been the plot of another movie but without Kid. Overall, I'm trying to not have too many pre-concieved ideas or else I know I will be disappointed.

Pretty much everything xD? we get some interesting stuff in the movies and a part of me dies everytime I have to remind myself it's not canon. Well, a few things have been kiiiinda canonized by Aoyama? Such as Kaito knowing Conan's identity? Meaning that technically all the movies with Kid are now canon? It's still unclear and I'm demanding some clear answers!!!

Yes, I am!! Ihave all the available DVDs with the french subtitles.. I even went to watch the movies in cinéma these last two years. The scarlet bullet was during the pandemic so i couldn't go see it, but I raced like crazy for The Bride of Halloween and The Iron Submarine (where i went with my sister and bro in law, they loved the movie and hope to see the next one if it will indeed come out next year. The french dub didn't make much entrance to the dubbing production so we might not get more DC movies in french 😥)

Generally, I don't watch the non canon episodes because to me it feels like a waste of time. The only exception I make is for the movies (and sometimes the magic files and ova) because they are interesting in their own way.

Detective Conan Movie Thread…

Hi everyone, I am Saku Holmes an avid fan of detective Conan and have been watching since I was 4. I want to allow you all to make new friends and find hidden members of the detco community. I am doing this for other things in my blog.

Let’s make a thread for the detco movies! Pls share your opinion and pass this along! To start this thread let’s ask a series of questions:

What’s your favourite detco movie and why?

Who is your fave character from detco movie that only made an appearance in the movie ( not in the series)?

What’s your least favourite movie and why?

What do you wish to see in the upcoming movies?

What’s your theory for movie 27?

What scene from the movies do you wish was canon?

BONUS QUESTION: are you upto date with the movies? 😂

This is a question I want to ask for myself but if you want me to do similar engagement post, comment down below or in my blog posts I have a google form where you can enter what you want to see ( your personal details are not saved/ non included in the submission of the form) if you don’t feel comfortable with that’s just send me a DM🥰

[lolita-lollipop]

Royal siren erasermic family? They like adopt you after you hatch from an egg bc they found you or something idk and take you back to the castle and make you their little princess or something cute and fluffy like that.

YANDERE SIREN ERASERMIC FAMILY X BABY PRINCESS READER

Shinso was just out and about, swimming through some forbidden areas he wasn’t supposed to be in, avoiding sharks, when he found an iridescent little ball under some rubble of a shipwreck, it made his gills tingle at the sweet aura that it emmited, he knew, that this creature, was something to protect. It was up until he saw something moving inside that he thought it was just some ancient treasure that would’ve died with this ship, he examined it closer, squinting his eyes, that’s when he realized, it was a Siren. A baby one at that, usually they hatched out of boring white eggs, the royal family’s were gold, but a shiny color changing white that combated the finest of jewels? Never, this little pip was special, he could feel it.

So he brought it back home, through his “balcony window”, debating wether or not he should tell his parents. As you know, he was somewhere where he was not supposed to be, and they would throw a fit. Then again, whatever this thing was, he couldn’t just keep it to himself, something was living inside it, and he wouldn’t know if something was wrong, so he has too. When he did, it came as a suprise that his parents weren’t mad, they jsut kindof stared at the orb, inhaling the addictive scent it gave off, the three huddled around it, aizawa carefully picking the Small thing up, it was only about the size of a pumpkin, extremely easy to pick up, yet he could still feel the heartbeat of a creature inside, it just had to be one of the sirenfolk , there isn’t any other explanation. He stared at it in confusion, noticing the small cracks staring to form.

Then a little hand popped through, and scared the shit out of all of them.

———

As it turned out, you were in fact a siren, a rare subtype of them, thought to have gone extinct long, long ago. The opal-looking scales that littered your arms and tail showed proof of it, this species were intensely more fragile, and weaker, that’s why they went extinct, as they couldn’t hear, and a small crabs pinch could cause major bone breaks, they were just too weak, yet so beautiful. That’s why they were coveted among the royal family. It only helped their growing obsession taht you were so cute.

It might’ve been an act of I’mpulse, but they just needed to have you as their own, of course, their word is law, so they could’ve just kept you, but they felt the need to make it official, they’d already had two pips, you’re just their third! It was simple, of course, you specific species could be born into sirenfolk families, it was just so rare that it had only happened once. You were just so cute, so fragile, just something so breakable, they just

H a d

To protect this tiny lil thing, it was instinctual to feel a protective pull over their little pups, and boy were they feeling that right now, you were special, not just any baby, but you were theirs. Their special little pup, nothing would ever lay a hand on you, ever. It had only be a few days, and word spreads through the underwater kingdom like a wave, from the servant maid who showed them how to take care of you, to the head maid, to a citizen, to the fisher, and eventually, by the end of the week, the whole kingdom was eagerly waiting to get a glimpse of their new princess.

And boy were they shocked to find out it was an opalite, the most rare of rare sirens in the world. Immediately after they had shown you to the world, sitting in a large clam as it was pulled by sharks, the citizens fell in love with you, maybe it was the fact that you were related to their beloved royals, maybe because the royal family would intensely glare at anyone who made negative comments, maybe it was the fact that a few of those people went missing, but who knows right?

You still hadn’t been able to open your eyes yet, and you won’t be able to hear them for a very long time, your hands were about the size of aizawas eye, and you looked closer to a fish than a human, as you hadn’t even developed your face yet, another plus to being the endangered species, note the sarcasm. And guess what? They found it so adorable, just their cute little baby, their little pup who can’t even protect themselves from the water around them. They just loved every part of your little body, from your tails, to your tiny little hands, to your shiny gills. It was all just so perfect- you were so perfect, and you were theirs, they were gonna protect you at all costs.

So of course they did, you were just so tiny right now, they knows practically anything could hurt you, so they opted to be around you all the time, only leaving to hunt for humans that would suffice for their tastes, drawling them in, determined because of that little smile of yours. You motivated them to do it, they were doing this for you. It have them all a sense of pride to have you feel safe with them, to rite them you. On their own terms.

Eri was constantly around you, being that she was a young one just like you, and you were her little sister! So she wanted to always be around while you made those echoing gurgling noises, or flapped your hands around in the water, she didn’t have responsibility in the kingdom yet, unless being cute is a job, so she can be with you jsut as much as she wants. Always sitting with you while you played with the floating pearls that they had arranged over your play area, watching you feel new things, holding you while you dozed off with adorable little bubbles, she always was with you.

Like now, she’s been with you all day, giving you little snacks, glaring at the guards at the door who always had their eyes on you… creeps. The sun was almost setting, and when you’re low down in the ocean it goes pitch black after a little while, and that’s when the jellyfish come out, tonight was one of the most special days out of the year in the northern oceans, the jellyfish festival, the one night a year when the rare white jellyfish would come out to say hi, leaving trails of shimmering sparkle behind them, painting the upper levels of the ocean a shiny silver. It just so happened that it occurred on your first birthday, a very small increment to sirens, as they live almost a billion years, but still a big accomplishment in their eyes. Look! Their little baby girl is turning one! How amazing!

“Do you see them hon? Look, they’re just starting to appear” Aizawa asked both you and eri calmly, swishing his hand through the salty water to pint at the new appearance of white and purple blobs, slowly flouncing their way overhead. Eri smiled up at it, her pointed teeth displayed in full view, her eyes shined at the view, not only of the huge jellyfish, but also at you, who was placed delicately in mics lap, sat up against his chest. Little bubbles escaped your mouth as you blew raspberries into the water, just making the family laugh.

“Mm-hmmm! Look! Look! How pretty! I wanna touch em! Can I touch em!” She yelled at her parents, excitedly pointing towards the jelly’s floating towards the surface, her hair floated behind her as she swished around, shinsho just chuckled, knowing that she eventually would try to touch them, and get zapped, again, like last year, and the year before, and the year before.

“No hon. Don’t do that to us again, you wanna wish your sister a happy birthday? She’s probably really exited!” Mic cheered, distracting his daughter from touching the jellyfish, yet again, meanwhile, you were happily bouncing up and down on his lap, enjoying the freedom of your arms, swishing them all over the place, grabbing the beads around your neck, jsut anything.

“But dad! Why not! It’s not like it’s hurt me or anything I’ll be fi-“ she begged, throwing her hands up in a small tempter tantrum, clearly forgetting her previous events of pain, and idiocy.

“No- nope no no, we aren’t doing this again, please honey, just please, remember last time, we had to clean up your wounds OUTSIDE-of water, you hate going to the surface remember? “

“Yeah but-“ she started speaking, but was soon cut off with a loud giggle, resonating through your lips, kindof rare for you, you hadn’t been very vocal outside of a few gurgles here and there, so it had each and every ones heads turning. That’s when they saw it, your beautiful eyes, shin sing in reflection to the jellyfish. Those beautiful little eyes of yours mesmerized all of them, a pitch black (for protection from the salt), with a shiny silver-like pupal, immediately after they opened, a burst of color filled your vision. You giggled and clapped your hands together with a small toothless smile, watching as the floaty creates went overhead, glittering with the light.

The absolutely gorgeous splash above was admired by the family form their own viewing post, the blues and whites combined to make a heavenly display. You could feel the cool sprinkles of light they emmited hitting your skin, smiling at the feeling, you splayed your hands out and flailed them against the water.

“Ohhhhhh- oh wow. Honey! Honey look! Her eyes opened! Look at taht! Aren’t you just so magical! Look at you, my little pup.” Mic smacked Aizawa over the chest multiple times, pointing at your clearly opened eyes, you just remained oblivious, staring up at all the new things around you, like.. everything! He turned you around to face him, letting you actually see his face for the first time, taking in the long yellow hair, the (also) black eyes, the ethereal face dotted with shiny yellow gills, him, you could see him!

“She’s developing smoothly, I’m glad. Awww, that’s pretty cute.” Aizawa replied to him, holding in his emotions, as soon as he met those new eyes of yours it’s like everything else disappeared, like the world itself didn’t exist, outside of him, and his fmaily. You took his breath away, or what you could call breath, so cute and innocent, such a small thing, that brings so much joy. Your little tail swished back and forth as you stared up at them happily, taking in the features of the people you’d learned to recognize by touch. Blowing raspberries out of your lips with a stream of bubbles.

“Awwwww! I’m gonna cry, she’s growing so fast! Soon she’ll be swimming in her own! In like 200 years! Too soon, way too soon. Comers baby- mm hmmm” mic spoke, knowing full well that even if he did cry, his tears would get sucked in by the ocean. He pulled you close, moving your head I’ve this shoulde is it would rest in the crook of his neck while he hugged you, eventually, the others joined in, eri practically flopping ontop (with careful regard for you of course).

They all stared at you, while you stared up at the “sky”, oblivious to their stares, to the ways they would growl at anyone who came close, to how they kept you from seeing anyone other than what they personally approve. After all, you are jsut their little pup, of course you wouldn’t notice! Their little pup… feels right to say that, it isn’t like you have any family waiting, they aren’t ever gonna come here.

And if they ever did?

Then, well, a few mermaids are going missing

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Thanks for requesting, this was fun to write!

Have a great day today! Goodbye.

[uweiy]

New Beginnings

Gaon has heard people say revenge left you empty. It might be true in some cases. It definitely isn't true for Kang Yohan. Rather like he finally drove out the demons plaguing his existence. Where Yohan was sharp, he is now gentle. Where there was torment, there is now peace. And Yohan wears peace like a halo, hard-earned and precious.

The first months are still difficult, in the way change always is.

Elijah doesn't want Yohan with her when she goes to see her physical therapist. It bothers him, Gaon can tell, to leave Elijah in a stranger's hands unsupervised, even just for an hour, but he's trying to give her more independence. Gaon's heart bursts with something like pride.

(Gaon checks on her whenever he can and gives Yohan little updates on how the treatment is going.

Yohan pretends not to care.)

It also feels weird, leaving for work, while Yohan stays at home.

Yohan doesn't ask about the ongoing restructuration process, though Gaon knows he misses the court work, misses the attention, the show. Gaon guesses he has a lot to figure out, including who he is without those things. So, by tacit agreement, they avoid bringing it up.

It doesn't keep Gaon from wishing he could ask for Yohan's opinion on some matters. Turns out, it was way easier pointing out the flaws in Yohan's decisions when Yohan had been in charge, than being the one in charge. Or one of the people in charge at least.

Gaon doesn't think justice should rely that much on just one person. That one mere human should hold that much power over the people themselves. Gaon was already liked, thanks to Yohan paving the way for him, but he declines brand deals and interviews, and generally avoids doing anything that might get him too close to getting a fanbase.

Jin Joo is much better than him at this anyway, so she handles most of the public-relations part.

He tries to balance out what Soohyeon would do with what Yohan would do. Then he breathes out and thinks what he would do.

____

One day he comes back to find Yohan sitting cross-legged on his armchair, staring blankly into space.

"Yohan?"

"She said I was made for it."

"What?"

"Sun Ah. She said I was made for the stage."

"The stage was made for you," Gaon answers cautiously, still standing under the arch that crowns the entrance of the room. They are still learning how to approach each other, with words rather than with violence. The latter being the easier way, for them. "not the other way around. You are made for whatever you like. Whatever brings you peace. "

Yohan considers it.

Gaon crosses the distance between them. Yohan looks up, just in time for Gaon to effortlessly press a kiss to Yohan's lips.

"What was that for?" Yohan asks, when they part.

"Nothing. I just missed you."

"Mmh." Yohan hums. He seems pleased.

___

"You understand, we are trying to build a system that is fair to everyone. So I can't start with making exceptions for you." Gaon says, out of the blue. Yohan peers up curiously from his journal. "But technically one you're dead, and two there is a legal vacuum right now, as all the laws are being rewritten. So, if you wanted to go outside the property well. There would be nothing to stop you. Just saying."

Yohan never had a problem with breaking laws before, yet he seems to have been holding back. Gaon thinks part of that stems from the fact that Yohan doesn't want to cause trouble for Gaon, and his new functions.

Yohan only snorts. "Duly noted."

Gaon must have guessed right though, because Elijah reports that she notices Yohan wandering out more and more often. When Gaon asks Yohan about it, he simply shrugs, "People all wear masks anyway."

But there is something, a glow on his cheekbones, a sparkle in his eyes that tells Gaon that he is enjoying this newfound freedom.

He tells Gaon about the nice spots he discovers. Sometimes he takes him there, too.

_

"What's that?" Gaon eyes the package on the kitchen table.

"Some old lady gave me fish." Yohan sounds so bewildered at the memory that Gaon has to bite his lip not to burst out laughing. He fails.

"I don't see what's so funny about it." Yohan grumbles, but the corners of his mouth curl upwards.

From there on, they often get fresh fish.

_

"I'm starting to understand what you mean," Yohan says one day. "About people."

___

That isn't to say there aren't any bad days. One time, when Gaon gets home, he finds Yohan shirtless, essentially tearing open the floor and the walls with what seems like an ax.

"What are you doing?" Gaon has to yell over the rhythmic noise.

Yohan doesn't even register he's there. Gaon notices there are small, bleedings cuts everywhere on Yohan's bare skin, from the splinters of ceramic and wood.

Yohan brings his utensil down once again, shards flying when it hits the ground.

"Stop!!" Gaon yells, and he surges forward to catch Yohan's arm. Yohan halts and finally seems to remember himself as he takes in Gaon's presence, Gaon's hand on his arm. "Stop," Gaon repeats, softer. "You're hurting yourself."

Yohan exhales a shaky breath and lets the ax fall to the floor.

"I hated the pattern," he states eventually as if it explains everything.

Gaon studies him. He doesn't press.

"We'll redecorate," is what he answers after a beat. He can wait until Yohan is ready to talk. They have time after all.

___

"I used to hate the whole house," Yohan says that night, unprompted, his voice so low Gaon almost misses it. He's facing away from Gaon.

Gaon has abandoned the guest bedroom a long time ago, so late-night discussions are a common occurrence, even more so than before.

Yohan turns to Gaon, settling on his pillow. It's so dark all Gaon can see is a tiny fleck of reflected light in Yohan's pupils.

And Yohan begins to tell Gaon about his father.

Though Yohan relates everything very factually, Gaon feels it all. Resentment against an adult who should have done better. The helplessness of a young Kang Yohan who didn't know better. A strong desire to protect said Kang Yohan.

But Yohan doesn't seem to want him to do anything but listen. So Gaon tucks those emotions close to his heart, and does just that. He will keep and treasure all the ones Yohan is willing to share, good or bad, even the ones Yohan probably had had enough of for a lifetime.

Yohan finds Gaon's hand in the dark and entwines their fingers.

"I don't hate it anymore."

Gaon could cry. He just holds Yohan's hand tighter.

_

The next day, Gaon brings home a booklet with different shades of color and patterns.

"For the walls."

___

Sometimes it's Gaon, who wakes up and feels blank. Like the world isn't enough for him to go on.

He turns to the side and sees Kang Yohan, and reaches for him, and when he can touch him, when he meets Elijah at breakfast, he feels himself coming alive, alive enough to get through this day.

Weirdly enough, on days like these, Yohan never fails to suggest watching a movie in the evenings.

He always seems to know.

___

"I'm sorry," Gaon whispers sometimes.

Yohan hears him every time. He doesn't need to ask what for. Every time he says the same. "I forgive you. Do you forgive me ?"

Every time, Gaon's answer is the same.

"Yes," he whispers. Of course.

___

One day, Yohan asks, "How is the restructuration process going?" And Gaon almost walks into one of the marble posts. Innerly. Externally he maintains his composure and fills Yohan in on what they have been doing. Yohan wants to know every detail, asking very specific questions Gaon answers as best as he can.

"I could use your help," Gaon says. "If you wanted to."

___

"How's Yohan?" Jin Joo asks casually, and Gaon spits out his coffee.

"I— What? I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh please. You were a zombie that day. A walking corpse," she gestures. "And two days later wham bam color is back in your cheeks and you're fine again? tsk tsk tsk," she waves a finger in Gaons' face. "I'm many things Kim Gaon. An idiot is not one of them.

"So it seems." Gaon answers cheekily. They had never quite been as close as they could have been before, their relationship unknowingly strained by the many strings pulling on both of them. Now though, Gaon can definitely say they're friends.

"Kim Gaon!" She slaps him on the back.

"Aah, I'm joking, I'm joking. You could drop by sometime," he says, more seriously. "He would be pleased to see you I think."

"I'll think about it." Jin Joo says.

________

The last days before Yohan and Elijah travel to Switzerland are no more no less eventful than the ones before. Gaon isn't scared this time. He doesn't feel as broken anymore and he knows it's not goodbye forever. It's not goodbye at all.

"If anything happens" Yohan searches Gaon's face. "I'll be back immediately."

"Nothing is going to happen." Gaon assures him "Just worry about Elijah for now. You better call though!" Gaon calls after him.

Yohan chuckles.

___

It's Gaon who calls Yohan first. He calls for everything and nothing at all actually, no matter what time of the day.

To his team, he's calling his "legal advisor". It's true, in a way, no one knows the law and its flaws better than Yohan.

So it was bound to happen.

"Hyung about article— uh article 17.3 the one who references the codex—", Gaon stutters and continues his sentence without really registering what he's saying.

It slipped out so naturally.

Yohan doesn't comment on it so Gaon almost thinks he will just let it slide, when right before the call ends—

"Hyung huh?"

Gaon can hear the smirk in Yohan's voice.

"oh you shut up," Gaon says weakly, his face burning.

He keeps using it.

__

The first time, Yohan calls, it's to ask how to make pasta (that is not instant ramen).

He can probably manage on his own, but if Yohan just needs an excuse well. Gaon isn't going to stop him now he's found one.

"You have to put in water first. What kind of pasta did you get?"

"Wow thanks." Yohan says, sarcastically. "Some kind of tubes with stripes."a silence. 'What now?"

Gaon laughs. "Hyung, you're hopeless." But he walks Yohan through the steps. "mince the onion and the bell pepper..." "that's right add the sauce" "... perfect."

_

Yohan can definitely manage on his own. but he likes to hear Gaon talk.

"You'll have to show me next time."

___

The calls become more and more frequent as Yohan gets accustomed to it. Soon he doesn't even try to find pretenses anymore.

Gaon spends every holiday over there. Works remote when he wants to stay longer.

Yohan flies back to Korea when Elijah has busy weeks. "She's happy I'm leaving her the place, so that she can throw get-togethers with Margaret and Ellie and whatnot."

Gaon raises an eyebrow.

"I've had Lawyer Ko run extensive background checks on them," Yohan adds.

"Of course you did."

All in all, they make it work.

Later, when Gaon feels like things are stable enough, he packs his things and leaves. He leaves everything into Jin Joo's hands and joins Yohan, wherever they're staying — Korea, Switzerland, anywhere — for good.

___

Much, much later, the Kang mansion becomes well known under another name.

Saint John's orphanage, where the children are well cared for, their scholarship fees paid for by anonymous benefactors. In hopes that there might never be another Kang Yohan.

Only the food is terrible, apparently.

Fin

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[evilphrog]

Watching Wheel of Time without reading the books: Episode 6

I really liked this episode, but my husband hated it. He said that he couldn’t tell me why without major spoilers, but he was very Unhappy. We did spend some time laughing though, because his coworker has been sad that there was “no nudity” in the show (apparently Lan’s entire ass didn’t count) and now he got shadowy boobs in the background of the communal bathing scene. Thank you to this show for letting boobs obey the laws of physics instead of taping them up underneath to look like perfect globes at all times. Gravity exists. My only personal complaint about this episode was that there was too much Mean Girls reenactment and not nearly enough Perrin.

Aes Sedai High:

We started out on the little girl sleeping, and I said to my husband “yes, I am going to love this kid. I know nothing about her, but she’s my new favorite.” Then her dad called her Suian and I realized this is the girl you all have been obsessed with seeing. You are all correct, I fully get the hype now. Her dad is a lot like every good dad I’ve ever met, where he sees his kid do something dangerous, and he immediately lectures her but can’t quite resist telling her she’s also Super Impressive. Poor kid. I can’t tell if someone saw her right then, or if they had just suspected her for a while, but it must have made her feel some intense guilt to be a normal kid playing and then come home to her house burned down intentionally. Not sure why her dad couldn’t have gone with her on her journey. I am torn between being mad at him for making her go alone and impressed that he didn’t underestimate her just because she was his precious little baby. But yes, I love her, and love her even more as an adult.

The Aes Sedai lunch table is really heating up. Most of the politics stuff I kind of zoned out for. I have a lot of trouble following it all, but from what I can tell, it is forbidden for Suian to be in a relationship since she’s the queen, and JK Rowling was basically putting the two of them in a situation where they would be forced to either end it or be outed, because she wanted Moiriane out of her hair. Gosh she’s so the worst. Props to the actor who plays her for portraying such an intensely dislikeable character, but still making her three dimensional. Fucking “gold star lesbian” with a secret boyfriend she can’t admit to because she’s head of the Biphobic Misandry Club.

Had to laugh at Lan feeling their connection close for five seconds and immediately coming in like “Hey do you really have to mute our telepathic groupchat to go bang right now when everyone is plotting our deaths? Bros before hos, Moiraine!” And she’s just like “Lan, I haven’t had sex in two years, just do me a solid and babysit for a few hours, jfc.” Then she walks into the secret sex room and Suian tries to scold her but Moiraine is just like “I’m sorry, mommy, I’ve been a bad girl.” NDLRAI (Aes Sedai keysmash) guess I was wrong about Moiraine being asexual, but good for her. The fish-based pet names are further cementing my belief that the blues are the mathletes of this high school. Fucking nerds in love. I now have more context for her and Lan crying last episode. They are intentionally walking into a situation that has been prophesied to result in the death of all non-dragons. And both of them are exactly self-sacrificing enough to not step out when they have the option. Suian knows it too, and their scenes were so heartbreaking. I can’t believe we have a canon same-sex forbidden lovers plotline where the tension has absolutely nothing to do with them both being women. This fucking show means so damn much to me

Did Moiraine and Suian get married when they had their weird Spirit Stick ritual? It did not escape my notice that Suian told her to swear fidelity to the Seat, but Moiraine changed the words and swore fidelity directly to Suian. If they think their relationship is actually a secret, they are showing exactly the level of social awareness I have come to expect from Moiraine, because that was some X rated finger contact.

Village Polycule of Chaos:

Looks like my “the dragon is all 5 of them” theory is coming together after all. I mean, they have shared dreams, they can sense if the other is still alive, they all have nebulous magic powers, it just Makes Sense.

Glad Loial told Moiraine about where Mat and Rand were hidden (presumably) and I had to laugh when she told Nynaeve off for not coming for help sooner. She might be the only one who could get away with talking to Nynaeve like that, and only because they’re both in Worried Mom mode at the moment. This was the most Malcolm Reynolds move Moiraine has made so far. She could have easily just told Rand what she was going to do, but instead she just got annoyed that people weren’t doing the thing she told them to do. Rand being overpowered by Lan seemed a bit unlikely to me, unless he knew deep down that he needed to trust them. I mean, if the boy can bust down ironwood to protect Mat, there’s no way he couldn’t push Lan off him. That shit is dense as fuck. I guess leverage could be at play a bit, but that door was a minimum 5 times heavier than Lan. To me, it seemed more like he knew that whatever Moiraine did to Mat wouldn’t be worse than what he would have to deal with if she didn’t step in. He was just scared. Props to him for thanking her later on, and props to her for telling Rand how pure-hearted Mat actually must have been in order to fight off possession for so long.

This is Rand’s thing. He has very strong opinions, and makes snap judgments, but he’s quick to acknowledge when they were incorrect or unfair. I don’t know how anyone could dislike him. He just wants to protect the people he loves, and he doesn’t understand anything that lies outside that world view. He has an ego, sure, but that is how he can go through so much and not break down. He is able to rush into action without stopping to doubt himself because he is free from the burden of complex thought in the moment. Afterwards, he does take the time to stop and think about everything. Probably Perrin’s influence. He’s a sheltered kid who has only ever known love, safety, support, and community. He dedicated his life to showing that to all his friends. When he got thrust into the seedy underbelly of society, he only became more pure of heart. His default setting is Undying Loyalty, and there is no off switch. He trusts quickly, easily, and forever. He genuinely does not comprehend that anyone else would ever feel differently.

In contrast, Mat has always been in the seedy underbelly of society. He’s widely considered to be the irresponsible one of the group (at least by the rest of them) but I think he’s the most responsible one besides Nynaeve. He’s had a really terrible life, but most of the rest of the group seem entirely unaware of 90% of the struggles he’s faced beyond “Mat is poor.” They see him making self-destructive choices all the time, but he does that because he spends all his energy taking care of others and has none left to make sure he’s okay too. He consciously made a choice a long time ago to sacrifice his own morality and reputation so his sisters could have a shot at a normal life. Perrin and Rand clearly always try to help him, but they don’t seem to understand what he really needs. And he doesn’t know how to explain it to them, because their worlds are so different. Mat never grew up feeling a sense of community. He grew up being seen as the delinquent son of the town boozers, who was tolerated but not accepted, except for his body (RIP to whichever person on the show is responsible for making so many realistic references to this that apparently fly right over most people’s heads, I hope the success of this show means you can now afford therapy). So he loves his friends, but he doesn’t trust them. He can’t ask for help, because he’s never had the experience of being able to count on someone. He feels inherently less valuable than everyone around him, and even his closest friends constantly call him selfish and unreliable.

The show framed it like we were supposed to be shocked that Mat stayed behind, but it was the only choice his character could have made. He has been clear from the start that his priority is his sisters, and that he thinks he’s a weight around the rest of the group’s neck. He doesn’t believe he’s the dragon, so why would he jump through a magic portal to die alongside at least 3 of his best friends and the woman who just saved his life? No, he’s going to try his damndest to get home. Wonder if he might meet up with a certain gleeman who will be able to convince him to get to the eye of the world…perhaps through the power of love? Perhaps by being the first person who Mat has ever been able to count on to show him kindness without judgment, and to follow through on his promises? (No, I don’t think there’s even a passing chance that Thom is actually dead.)

Egwene was just waiting to make that badass bitch entrance. Oh, I happened to get something for you *mic drops fallen sisters’ rings* and btw I totally killed that guy. You’re welcome. I think she was hoping for a bit more praise than she got. She has an unrealistically positive view of the Aes Sedai, contrasting nicely with Nynaeve’s unrealistically negative one. Moiraine has to try to convince them both to dial it back a few notches, without accidentally reinforcing the other one’s beliefs. That is not an easy feat, especially for someone who struggles so much with conversations involving multiple people.

Egwene and Nynaeve had a fantastic dynamic when talking to Suian. Nynaeve thought they were gonna do a solidarity rejection and Egwene kept trying to get her to shut up because she’s focused on her career. This was an interesting break from what 90% of media would do, having Rand try and talk Egwene out of being an Aes Sedai. Instead, he was basically like “Yep, my best girl left me for a big city job but I love and support her through my heartbreak” and Egwene had the “Don’t treat me like a fragile little flower” conflict with Nynaeve. This show has a continued dedication to subverting gendered tropes and I scream every single time it happens. The difference in their views probably has a lot to do with the fact that Egwene chose her path as a Wisdom, while Nynaeve never had an option. She was raised into the life of a Wisdom from the moment she was adopted. I am actually now forming a backstory wherein the old Wisdom realized Egwene had power after that story about her fever, and wanted to bring her on as an apprentice. But Nynaeve fought hard to give Egwene a chance at a normal life, and to not start training her unless she freely chose it as an adult. I could see Nynaeve being frustrated that she worked so hard for the past 10 years to protect Egwene from being forced into a Grand Destiny, only to have her jump at the first chance to throw away her Normal Life.

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[therandomartmaker]

Lmao these tags are exactly what was going through my mind while i was rambling lol Anyway since you dug me out of my grave in the tags i may as well write somethn

some things to take note of; i’m using the everything we saw was in Ghost Sight hence why Overshadowing was obvious to us as the audience and the whole “Ghosts were described as having pale skin but did not look too different from actual humans” thing for like. the humanoid guards. so. Here we go.

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Bruce gets accosted by his children frequently. It’s not rare. What is rare is having almost all of his children, including Jason, do it. Steph is going on about this random college kid with “out-of-town” companions/bodyguards, Jason is trying to yell at Bruce for something or other, Tim is egging Jason on, Dick is trying to stop both Tim and Jason and Damian is trying to talk about “experimentation” and “Green Dogs” or “interrogation.”

Unfortunately for all of them, Bruce still has no idea what is going on.

When he does get them all quiet down and go one at a time, Steph starts, and shoves her phone into his face.

The ‘TikTok’ is paused, but it’s framed so that a black haired college student held by a largely-built white-furred person are front and centre, no matter the fact that it’s filmed from around a grocery store aisle.

Steph unpauses it and-

“-look! Batman is not a ghost, i don’t care if you’re Frosty’s second-in-command and have just as much diagnostic knowledge as Frostbite himself. Batman does not set off the ghost sense, he’s just Blessed, or Cursed. You know how it is in Gotham.”

“But Red Hood is-“

“Resurrection is Resurrection. He dug himself out of whatever fuckin’ grave he got, and that’s definitely not being a ghost. Sure it’s against the laws of the universe, but Hood’s already against laws in general-“

The TikTok cuts off when the black haired and apparently blue eyed student and the- Yeti Meta? turn to stare directly into the camera, conversation completely cut off. Bruce doesn’t talk, quietly going over the short but rather informative video.

For one thing, it is obvious that this argument has come up several times. It is odd that this civilian has proper lines and limits for what is considered a ‘ghost’ and what is considered a ‘resurrection.’ It is also obvious that he is a meta, that senses ‘ghosts’ and possibly knows more.

Steph beams at Bruce as she takes her phone away from his vision, “B, this guy’s hilarious, and has no fear! I know it’s obvious that he is close to these Metas but he rides on the shoulders of this one guy that Scarecrow has nothing on, cold turkey-“

Jason steps up, interrupting Steph. “How the fuck does this kid know that.”

The only thing Bruce can give is, “I did not even know this man existed until Steph showed me.”

Bruce only feels slightly scorned by Jason’s tch of annoyance.

Deciding to turn to Tim and Dick for answers, Bruce simply raises a brow at the two.

“Ok ok! I went digging and found out his name is Danny Fenton. He attends Gotham U as an engineering major. Despite the fact that some of this kid’s ‘guards’ look powerful and disruptive enough to be rogues, they all behave and only want to be bodyguards. And he only brings his. Uh. Dog.”

“A mixed breed, that seems to be of the main dog breeds used as guard dogs.”

“He only brings his Green Dog to Gotham U in the first place.”

Alright, now what exactly do Bruce’s kids want him to about this civilian?

After defeating Pariah, Danny finds out he's the new ghost king when his royal guard shows up and refuses to leave.

Given that the ghost king is historically not the kind of person who requires much protection the royal guard tends to be somewhere between honor guard and vanguard as well as a showcase of the king's closest allies. That doesn't mean they won't throw hands (or swords) if anyone attacks their king.

Danny's got Fright Knight representing the Ancients, one of Frostbite's warriors, one of Pandora's warriors, one of Dorathea's guards, and Cujo as the main body of his guard.

In Amity Park this is... not inconspicuous exactly, but it isn't too hard to make it a little less obvious they're protecting Danny specifically. There are plenty of ghosts around, after all, and they only get involved when someone is being attacked. Their presence makes it a lot easier to drive the GIW out of town.

But then college application time comes and Danny has to account for things like ambient ectoplasm levels and how likely an eight foot tall flaming knight is to cause a panic when he decides where he wants to go.

There's really only one choice unless he wants to go to Amity Community College and for all the advantages there (access to the portal, ghosts are normal, cheap) they don't have much in the way of engineering or astronomy classes.

Danny is going to Gotham.

(Sometimes it really is just impossible to avoid the rogue attacks. Unfortunately most ghosts don't care or understand much about Phantom and Fenton being separate identities. Fright Knight sending people to the nightmare dimension for attacking Danny Fenton is going to be hard to explain.)

[dcbbw]

Wednesday WIPs

It is 10pm ET on a Wednesday night, and I am so behind on deadlines here and in the real world, it is not even funny. But I have been making (very little) headway on a few fics that again, did not get posted when I thought they would.

I’m hopeful to have at least two stories posted before the weekend is over if life can ease up just the tiniest bit.

I do have two sneak snippets to share, mostly to prove I still exist in the tumblr world.

As always, everything is in a state of flux, and final publication will be revised, edited, and may vary from what’s posted today.

Everything is below the cut. Happy reading!

Coitus Interruptus (Riley ask; pairing is #Riam)

The couple had a rare weekend free; their sons were at Applewood visiting with Regina and their Aunt Lena. Both had plans for the weekend.  

Neither had communicated their plans with the other. 

Liam had plans for his wife that involved no clothes, no work phones, and lots of sex.  

He wasn’t chancing an argument. 

“AND you had breakfast this morning, so not starving,” he quickly changed the subject. 

“Do you know how long ago THAT was?” Riley demanded.  

Liam did know. Riley had eaten breakfast aboard the royal family’s private rail coach at 8am. It was now 11:30am. 

“You call TWO pancakes and ONE sausage patty breakfast?? THAT is NOT breakfast! A snack at most.” 

Riley’s plans involved eating food she wouldn’t have to share, simping over Gong Yoo, and finding a new hiding place for her snack wagon and hamper.  

Ever since Liam’s children had entered the picture, Riley had no food to herself any longer. From the moment of conception, his kids had been nothing but crumb snatchers stealing all her food. If they had been her children, they wouldn’t do her like that.  

Riley often wondered how she ended up a single mother and sole food source to kids that weren’t even hers.  

Liam moved closer to his wife, his lips ghosting her jawline. His thumb grazed against her nipple, hidden beneath a red cotton camisole tunic and black sports bra. His lips curved as he felt it harden beneath his touch.  

Riley slapped his hand away. “I’m trying to make a phone call!” she chided snappishly. 

“To WHO?” Liam demanded as he rubbed the offended spot on the back of his hand.  

“The kitchens! I need sustenance!” 

“We’ll be home in a matter of minutes,” the King argued. “You can order from the rooms, and we can … pass the time until it’s delivered.” He raised an eyebrow suggestively as his palm rubbed her thigh.  

Riley stared at her husband; her expression was neither agreeable nor amenable.  

We’re hungry for two different things, she thought. I’m Team Chicken Kiev. 

Siren Song (for #HYAW which is long over).

Set in my Three’s Company AU where Damien, F!Kai, and Asian M!Hayden are in a throuple. The PM gang are drawn into Eros intrigue not through the Sirens Project, but one that shows the Androids aren’t the ones who are inhuman. Not a one-shot, and will quite possibly piss off 2-3 fandoms.

Eros 

“Cecile, is everything prepared for the noon meeting?” Rowan West asked, his flame-blue eyes going between the newspaper on his desk, and the wall-mounted television.  

Cecile Contreras rolled her eyes slightly as she glanced up from her phone. “But of course, Rowan. We’ll be convening in the Empire Conference Room, and lunch will be delivered at 11:45. Old World Deli will be catering.” 

The founder and CEO of Eros Incorporated was skimming over an article about a non-profit hospital network that was being investigated for non-compliance with federal, state, and local laws by demanding and eventually harassing low-income patients who were protected against payment for payment … in full, sometimes for services not rendered.  

The network was working frantically to sell off their facilities while destroying evidence of any wrongdoing.  

“St. Frank’s may be the smartest investment I’ve ever acquired,” he mused.  

“The smartest move you ever made was buying Edenbrook from Leland, then offering Ethan Ramsey the chance to head his own hospital, and be Western LLC’s Chairman of the Board,” his department head observed.  

“He’d better not fuck this deal up,” Rowan growled.  

“Stop being paranoid, Rowan! All he has to do is give the board a check. This is Ramsey’s chance to achieve his every dream. Project Hybrid exceeds the Siren Project in every way imaginable. He won’t let anything go wrong,” Cecile Contreras assured her boss.  

The chirping of her phone caught her attention; she glanced down, a satisfied smile slowly curving her lips as she read the text message.  

Mission accomplished 

Cecile raised an eyebrow in approval. Harley was proving to be useful in more ways than one.  

Three floors beneath Rowan’s office, his Chief Technology Officer lounged in his Deputy Assistant’s doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. Khaan Mousavi’s lips held a small smile as he watched Sloane Washington go through her just-arrived-at-the-office-routine: Placing a bag of greasy breakfast and a cup of hot green tea on her desk; slipping out of her sweater coat and hanging it on a wall hook; fishing her phone out of her slouchy denim patchwork purse before placing the handbag in her bottom left desk drawer. Sitting in her chair before swiveling to face him, a sunny smile on her face.  

“Good morning, boss!” 

As if they hadn’t woken up in the same bed, rode the same train, and arrived at the office together.  

Fraternization was frowned upon at Eros.  

Khaan took in his girlfriend’s creamy café au lait-colored skin, her bright brown eyes hidden behind fashionable glasses, and her braided hair done in an elaborate topknot. She was beautiful.  

“Tonight is boys’ night out with Hamza,” he reminded her. “Pizza, movies, maybe some bowling.” 

Sloane nodded as she sipped her milky tea. “I know. I’ll be at Hayden’s; it’s his birthday!” 

Khaan frowned slightly. “Is there going to be a party? My son and I love parties!” 

Sloane giggled. “You won’t like this one. Kai’s cooking and Steve’s lemon bars, followed by me performing routine maintenance on Hayden before Damien and Kai whisk him away upstate.” 

Khaan frowned good-naturedly. “Kai is not the best cook. Someone needs to convince Damien and Nadia to order pizzas.” he looked pointedly at Sloane.  

His girlfriend shook her head slightly, a half-grin on her lips. “I’m a tech geek, not a party planner.” 

She opened her laptop, prepared to log on. Instead, her brow furrowed as she saw the folded piece of paper sitting on her keyboard. Her boyfriend saw and made his way inside her office.  

“What’s wrong?” he asked as he peered over her shoulder.  

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Yoga Antics | Fred Weasley 18+

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut 18+ (minors dni!), unprotected vaginal penetration, male masturbation, kissing, swearing, fluff

WC: 2.9k

Summary: Y/N gets into yoga. Now Fred wants to get into Y/N...

A/N: A little something something while y’all wait for the next chapter of TDWM. Enjoy ya horny bastard!

•••

Stress management was something that you had grown to value a great deal in your free time. Even more so when you wound up marrying a Weasley twin.

It wasn’t that you didn’t absolutely adore your husband. You loved him with every fibre of your being. It was true however that sometimes you just needed a moment to yourself to unwind and recuperate, especially when living with such a hectic personality like Fred.

On the hunt for new tactics to tend to your mental health, you came across yoga, a muggle activity that Hermione had been raving about once her and Ron came back from her hometown during the Christmas break. She had said that her mom got her into it and how it made her stress levels drop drastically.

Admitly, you were skeptical at first. The idea of twisting and contorting your limbs to relax your racing mind seemed ridiculous. A simple spell should have been able to do the trick just fine, but alas one did not exist for such a thing, so you were left with not much to work with.

Hoping to persuade you, Hermione handed you a book from across the kitchen table while Ron and the twins laughed about some absolute nonsense in the living room of your home.

“Trust me Y/N. I’m usually a cynic myself about these things, but when I tell you yoga changed my life,”

She quickly glanced over at the boys to make sure their attention was averted elsewhere before leaning in so only you could hear.

“You would not believe the sex I’ve been having. Ever since I started doing yoga, I’ve been able to do things with my body that I could never imagine even in my wildest dreams.” Your eyes expanded instantly upon hearing her saucy confession. It was very unlike Hermione Granger to be so flippant about something as personal as what her and her husband did behind closed doors.

“Hermione!” You squeaked out as you shot your hands up to your flushed cheeks, embarrassed at the thought of your brother in law and best friend/sister in law in any kind of compromising situation. The image was now ingrained into your brain, an image you could easily do without no less.

Hermione lightly giggled but quickly covered it up with a cough when she noticed Ron and the twins look over at the two of you with interest.

“Everything alright ‘mione?” Ron asked, clearly oblivious to the raunchy conversation taking place between the whispering women.

“Nothing, go back to whatever you were doing.” She spoke, pursing her lips to hide a smirk. He gave her a look that read what are you up to over there? but quickly dropped it when he turned back around to continue the conversation he was having with his older brothers.

“I’m serious though, it has been an absolute godsend. I’m sure you and Fred can both get something out of it.” Your cheeks grew an even deeper red at the thought of what all of that might entail.

“Thank you for the advice Hermione. I’ll keep it in mind.” Maybe you would give the book a quick look through, if you were able to find any time during your insanely busy schedule.

“Love, time to head out?” Ron spoke as he stood up from the couch and brought over his finished cup of tea to the sink for washing later.

“Yes, we best be going. Remember what I said Y/N.” She nudged the book further towards you and got up to pull you in for a warm embrace.

“I’ll see you soon.” You spoke, giving her a warm friendly rub on the back before she went over to the door to get her ballet flats on.

“Y/N, always a pleasure.” Ron came over with a dopey smile, opening his arms to give you a big bear hug.

“Bye Ron.” He then headed over to Hermione, giving her his arm to hold on to as she struggled to get on one of her shoes.

“Only thing I’m good for, it seems.” Everyone laughed as Hermione rolled her eyes and smacked him the chest playfully.

“Oh shut it Ronald,” She jeers before opening the door.

“Bye!” The couple speak in unison as they head out the door, Fred closing it behind them.

“Well, I best be off too. I think I’ve left poor Angelina with the kids long enough.” George let out a sigh, bracing himself for what he knew he would be coming home to.

“Good luck with that mate.” Fred chuckles as he pats his brother on the shoulder.

“Bye love,” George speaks as he comes in for the usual kiss on each cheek with you.

“Bye George. Tell Angie we say hi.”

“Will do.” And then he makes his way out the door, Fred once again closing it behind him. He then turns around and looks down at you, a sly smirk dancing along his lips.

“Alone at last.” He groans before picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

“Gah! You big idiot, if you drop me I swear to Godric!” You screech out. Fred let’s out a laugh before abruptly bending his knees, pretending to lose his grip on you. Your hand comes in contact with his back with a loud smack.

“I’m serious Fred, don’t do it!” He chuckles again before plopping you down on one of the couches in the living room. He shifts about so he was now straddling your waist. His hair, which he had been growing out, covered his face slightly. You brought your hand up to caress his light stubble ridden cheek.

He sighs out in contentment and flutters his eyes shut, leaning into your touch and kissing the knuckle of your thumb.

“Hi.” You say sweetly with bright sparkling eyes as you begin to twirl his fiery red locks between your delicate fingers.

“Hi.” His soft voice makes your stomach flutter. To this day you still experienced the same excitement you would get when you first started dating Fred back in school.

“Can we have sex?” He asks out of the blue.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his request. Ever since you tied the knot, the mystery and suspense your sex life once had began to simmer. Being upfront about both of your wants and needs became a part of the beauty of your marriage. No secrets were kept and no childish games were played. If one of you wanted it, all you had to do was ask.

“Only if you carry me, ‘m tired.” You spoke, going back to playing with his hair.

“Works for me.” His face lit up as he lifts you up off of the couch and carries you bridal style up to your shared bedroom.

You had to admit, Hermione was right.

The morning after that visit, you began to read tidbits of the book she gave you.

Not wanting to answer a billion questions, you kept the material out of your husband's sight. You knew he would become super curious and make you explain everything to him, and having just begun learning yourself, you decided it was best to keep it hidden away. Again, this concept was feorgein to the wizarding world so you couldn’t blame him.

It really did work out perfectly. Once you felt that you had gotten the hang of it, every morning after Fred left for the shop, you would set up in the living room and practice your yoga.

It honestly felt awful at first. Your body was so tight and tense that you had almost given up completely after your first time doing it.

But not wanting to throw in the towel so early, you kept it up until you began noticing a slight change in your body. Little things like being able to touch your toes or go into a deep lunge were gratifying and it almost became a bit of a drug to you. Not to mention it helped you sleep like a baby.

Fred was also starting to notice a difference. Knowing you were tight all over, sex usually consisted of fairly mild positions that didn’t put to much of a strain on your body. But that one random night in which you were suddenly able to bring your legs up to wrap around his neck as he pounded into you set off alarms in his head.

You had done something and he was going to get to the bottom of it.

That was a while ago.

Since then, you had fully converted to a life of zen, and yoga was your remedy to all of the worries that plagued your mind. Mornings were becoming easier and easier to face as Fred would shut the door behind him and you would pull out your yoga blocks and mat.

And this morning began like any other. The sun seeped through your white translucent curtains which made Fred groan in irritation. He hated getting up in the morning.

He turned over to face you and slowly opened his eyes, watching you shift about and slowly begin to wake up yourself.

“What time is it?” You spoke, nuzzling your face into his bare chest.

“7:15.” He was able to croak out in his scruffy morning voice.

“Off to work then?” You asked, finally looking up at him with this innocent and soft look that never failed to make him turn into a puddle of emotions.

“Off to work indeed.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair, flopping on to his back to allow himself to wake up more.

“You're going to be late if you don’t get a move on.” He smiled at this before deciding to scoop you up into his arms so you were now laying on your stomach on top of him.

“George can manage for a bit can’t he?” He asked as he moved your crazy morning hair out of your eyes so he could get a better look at you. Your chin rested against his sternum as you rolled your eyes.

“Remember last time you tried to pull that stunt? He threatened to hex you.” Fred winced at the memory.

“Better not then huh?” He grimaces slightly, already knowing the answer to his question.

“Well unless you are willing to have your hair be green for the next year, then yeah I wouldn’t. Now stop stalling and get your arse up!” You say, pinching his hip which makes him arch up slightly underneath your touch.

“If you do that again I may never get out of bed.” His smirk would usually get to you but no one could ever get between you and your yoga sessions. Even Fred Gideon Weasley.

“Nice try Casanova, that isn’t going to work this time,” You lifted the sheets off of both of you and got out of bed to take a shower.

Later that morning, Fred ran over to you, pressing a kiss to your temple before grabbing a orange from the fruit bowl and rushing out the door for work.

You smiled knowingly, waiting for at least a minute before jumping up from your spot on the couch and ran back into your bedroom. Never in your life had you been so excited to wear spandex.

Once your setup was organized, you quickly got into child’s pose, hoping to give your begging joints and muscles a gentle wake up. It felt so good that the groan you emitted covered up the sound of the front door opening and closing.

Fred was back.

He had come from downstairs, having forgotten important paperwork he had to fill out for some possible investors. But the heavy package of documents seemed to have slipped his mind for a second time when he came across your arse stretched out in the bent over position.

His trousers tightened almost instantly and his finger had to come up and tug at his shirt collar that had suddenly become too tight.

Unaware of his presence, you continued your late morning with no care in the world. Feeling satisfied, your body moved up into a downward dog. Your lower legs and ankles gasped out in gratitude as you slowly leaned deeper and deeper into the upside pose.

That’s when you saw him.

Between your legs, you were able to notice a pair of brown dress shoes, one tapping away impatiently. Your eyes went wide and your throat let out a squeak, making you collapse to the floor and quickly turn to look up at your amused and very turned on husband.

“So this is what you’ve been doing when I’m away?” Your cheeks were all flushed, partly from the blood rushing to your face when you were upside down and partly due to Fred looming over you in a dominating stance.

“Fred I-.” You quickly tried to cover your tracks. Explain that it was a stupid thing Hermione told you about and that it didn’t matter.

“Hush love, I’m not mad.” He said through a relaxed chuckle.

“You’re not?”

“How could I? You are so fucking fit babes.” Your cheeks burned stronger and your eyes flitted down to the mat beneath you.

“Hey dove, no need to be shy. I liked what you were doing there. What was it anyway?” He was now crouched in front of you, lightly tracing his thumb against your cheek.

“Yoga, supposed to make you feel less stressed and more flexible.” You could see the gears turning in his head.

“Oh so I have yoga to thank for the amazing shagging we have been having recently then?” His comment made you giggle, making him swoon in return.

“Show me more. I want to watch.” God he knew how to make your stomach twirl. His face was no longer soft, but rather dark and naughty. The lust that was connecting the two of you caused your leggings to dampen. You shifted, now feeling slightly uncomfortable with sitting in your own wetness.

“What, you feeling uncomfy? Here I’ll help.” Before you could respond, he laid you on your back and dragged you towards him along the mat, his hands gripping the back of your thighs.

“Shall I take these off then?” He asked, an eyebrow raised in question. He was playing a game and he knew he had already won.

“Yes please.” Your voice was breathy and soft. He aggressively grabbed the waistband of your legging and tugged them down your legs.

Once they were in a wet mess somewhere in a corner of the living room, he bent down between your legs to pull you in for a kiss. Your hands went up to his hair and your legs wrapped around his torso, slightly grinding up into him.

His lips detached from yours and he looked down to notice your desperate actions.

“Awe love, you all worked up now?” He was obviously teasing you. Hell if anything, he was more bothered then you were, but he was always better at keeping his emotions below the surface.

“Want you to show me what you were doing again. This time in your undies babes.” You nodded urgently and turned yourself around, going into a cow position.

His heavy breathing and warm palms on your arse cheeks made his presence very much known.

You pushed back slightly, hoping he would get the hint.

“Patient, I’ll deal with you in a minute. Want to see more first.” Gaining some power, you got up and pushed him back, indicating for him to move onto the couch, giving him a front row seat to what would become his favourite show.

You pulled out every suggestive pose in the book. At one point, when you were able to look over at his reaction, his tie had come undone along with some buttons and his hand was fisted around his cock.

He looked heavenly sitting there, one arm draped along the top of the couch and his head thrown back in pure pleasure. He should have been back to work by now but neither one of you cared.

“Fuck, keep it up love.” You wanted his finish, not his hand so you stopped your performance and crawled over to him, kneeling between his spread open legs.

Without speaking a single word, your mouth opened wide, your tounge stretched out in a plea for his cum.

“You want me down your throat darling?” You nodded, eyes shut in patience. His groans increased and your palms began to sweat as anticipation grew all through your body.

But nothing came.

One of your eyes opened in confusion only for you to be met with him coming off of the couch and pushing you back into the mat once more. He stretched your legs open wide and moved your thong to the side. There was no time to adjust as his length rammed into you. Instantly gripping his biceps you let out a cry of submission and pleasure.

“Feel so nice and warm. Want you nice and wide for me when I finish yeah? Are you going to finish with me little dove?” You could only let out a wail of acceptance as you sobbed.

His drilling quickened and quickened until you both finally were able to come as one, something you had yet to achieve in your relationship. He let out a surprised laugh at the accomplishment before collapsing on top of you in exhaustion.

“Thank Merlin for yoga.” He spoke through heavy breaths.

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Day 31: Veritaserum

186 days.

That's how long Draco had been held in the Department of Mysteries, trapped in a cell that barely left him enough room to lie down except when they came to take him out and interrogate him.

Draco'd relived the horrors of the past two years, over and over through their invasive questioning, through their digging around in his mind, through the imperious curse, and most recently through a stint of days spent with veritaserum flowing through his veins.

He heard their footsteps coming down the hallway, their voices recapping what they'd learned so far. Day 6 of veritaserum. He used his nail to scratch another line in the wall next to his thin mattress.

187 days.

Then he heard a third voice, a voice he would have recognized anywhere. "Veritaserum?" Potter asked, sounding incredulous for some reason. "But that's illegal."

"Auror Potter, I'll remind you that you're out of your jurisdiction here. You have no say in what happens or the means used to collect intelligence that is invaluable when it comes to protecting future generations."

"And," the man, whose breath always smelled stale and turned Draco's stomach, added, "There are no 'laws' during wartime when we need to catch criminals."

"The war is over," Potter replied, voice sharp and something in the pit of Draco's stomach thrilled at that.

"Out of your jurisdiction," the woman reminded.

A moment later, there was a sharp rap of a wand against the metal bar of his cell and the man called, "Let's go, Malfoy."

He stood, moving toward the door with his head down, and that was when he felt it; the crackle of Potter's magic around him like static electricity.

Draco couldn't resist looking up at that, meeting Potter's eyes. The green was blazing, he's furious and Draco wondered what (or whom) that fury was directed at. His fists were clenched at his sides, shoulders stiff.

Even with all of the obvious tension, Potter looked good, Draco thought; healthy, strong, handsome, like he had the entire world at his feet. Which, to be fair, he probably did. He wondered what Potter saw when he looked at him.

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"Move," the woman snapped and Draco dropped his gaze from Potter, his thoughts weren't his own, not really. He couldn't afford to allow even more trouble in his mind.

He staggered down the hall, his legs feeling like they were made out of jelly, and flinched when the door to the white room opened and bright, sterile light spilled out over him. Draco made his way in and sat down in the same chair he always sat it, the shackles immediately chaining his wrists and ankles down. He fought the inevitable wave of panic as the woman walked over.

"Drink," she instructed, holding a vial to his lips.

He clenched his hands but did as he was told because it only made things worse when he didn't comply. The veritaserum flooded his mind, making his mouth feel loose and his mind feel unpleasantly open.

"Last time we talked about the treatment of muggles and muggleborns in your home under He-who-must-not-be-named, do you remember?"

"Yes," he replied.

"Today we'd like to hear about your complicity," the woman said. "We want to hear about everything that you did and that other people did to people who opposed you."

"What was it like to live in your home with He-who-must-not-be-named?"

"Horrible," Draco answered honestly, trying to keep the thoughts and memories at bay as long as he could. "I lived like a prisoner."

"The truth!" the man demanded, even though Draco couldn't have lied if he wanted to. He drew his hand back, preparing to strike Draco and Draco closed his eyes, bracing himself for the impact.

Then there was a surge of magic so strong that it made Draco breathless. He waited for the inevitable pain but there was nothing and when he opened his eyes it was to see that both of the unspeakables had collapsed forward onto the table and Potter was standing in front of him.

"Malfoy," he said and the tone of his voice made it seem like it wasn't the first time he'd said it. "Come on," he urged. "We don't have much time."

He reached out and Draco took his hand uncertainly. This couldn't be real, could it?

"Malfoy," Potter pleaded, "Please, we have to go."

Draco staggered to his feet and followed the other man down a winding set of hallways, through moving doors, and all manner of strange things before they reached a passage that wasn't dark and vaguely terrifying.

"Here," Potter said, handing him a vial. "It's polyjuice potion. You're going to look like unspeakable Harrison. Once you look like him, we're just going to walk straight out, do your best to look calm. As soon as we're outside I'm going to apparate us."

"Potter," he finally managed, "Why are you doing this?"

Potter looked at him then, really looked at him, "Can we talk about this later?" he asked. "I swear I'm not trying to trick you," he added. "Please. Just let me help you."

At this point, what did Draco have to lose? What could be worse than this? He took the potion from Potter's hand and quickly swallowed it down, trying not to gag at the unpleasant taste as his body shifted and changed.

"Keep your head down," Potter said, "Don't answer any questions. You'll still have the veritaserum in your bloodstream."

Draco nodded and Potter opened the door, it was like he morphed into a completely different person. He smiled jovially as he strode across the foyer, waving and greeting people every step of the way. Every eye in the room was on Potter and it made Draco's skin crawl to have attention focused so near to him.

It felt like an eternity but it couldn't have been more than 45 seconds before they were out of the door and Potter was offering him his elbow, "Harry Potter lives at Number 12 Grimmauld Place," he murmured.

And before Draco could ask what the bloody hell he was talking about, Potter was apparating the two of them away. They landed in the Black Ancestral Home and Draco was shocked. And confused.

So confused.

"Hold on," Potter said. "We're not out of the woods yet. Too many people know about this place." He picked up a copy of a book called Treasure Island off the side table. "Portkey," he explained quickly, "Hold on." And then as almost an after thought, he added, "Harry Potter lives at 4 Oceanview Lane."

Draco took the other side of the book and felt the hook and tug behind his belly button as they were moved through time and space.

This time when they landed, it was in soft, soft sand, and Draco staggered, trying to catch his balance. Potter clasped his elbow to steady him, "Alright?" he asked softly.

Draco nodded, "Yes," he found himself compelled to add, the Veritaserum still hadn't quite faded from his veins.

"Come on," Potter said, giving him a gentle tug toward a little cottage just up the beach.

It was a lovely little house, lots of windows and glass doors overlooking the ocean. The walls were painted in cool beiges and light blues and white curtains fluttered in the breeze.

"Are you hungry?" Potter called over his shoulder after he kicked off his shoes and headed deeper into the house.

"Starving," Draco replied and Potter turned to look at him, frowning.

"When is the last time you ate?"

He shook his head, "I don't know. Time passed funny in there. I tried to keep track," he said, "but I don't really know."

Potter's frown deepened, "Come on. Let me show you your room," he said. "I picked up some clothes for you but we'll have to go shopping later so you an pick out what you like."

"Potter," he said as he followed the other man toward the back of the house, "I don't understand."

"You're free, Draco," the other man said. "Well, not entirely because they'll be looking for you. But you're safe here, safe with me. I won't let them find you and I won't let them take you back," he added with a firm nod.

"Potter," he called again, "This doesn't even make sense."

"Please," Potter said, as though he was well aware of how little sense this all made. "I just," his shoulders slumped a bit, "I found out they were keeping you locked up in there like," he shook his head, "Like some-"

"Criminal?" Draco offered.

"Worse," Potter said, shaking his head. "And it was wrong and no one would listen to me. So this is the best I can do," he said, gesturing at the cottage around him. "A little house in the Seychelles. No one even knows this place exists except for Ron and Hermione," he added.

"i don't understand," Draco said, leaning against the wall to support himself.

"I know," Potter said, "Just. Can you trust me for now? We can talk about it more when you're not so exhausted. Come in," he added, gesturing to the room.

Draco stepped through the door to a room with hardwood floors and white walls, with a sliding glass door that lead out into the sand and the ocean beyond. The bed was covered in soft white bedding and a door at the side of the room led to a bathroom with a proper bathtub and a shower.

He was dreaming, he had to be.

"There are some things in the drawers over there for you to wear," Potter said, sounding a touch anxious. "We'll find you things you like better whenever you're ready."

He stepped over and reached out a hand to touch the bed but pulled up short when he caught sight of his filthy hands. "This is for me?" he asked, looking over at Potter.

"Yeah," he said, nodding. "There's a second room across the hall that I'm in, if you'd rather have that one, but I thought you might like to be able to see the ocean."

"I don't know what to say," he said.

"Say you'll stay," Potter asked. "At least until we can get your name cleared."

"I don't think that's ever going to happen."

Potter sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face. "Maybe, but can we just cross that bridge when we get there?" he asked.

"Okay," Draco said because this was all so strange, everything felt surreal, but Potter seemed to breathe a sigh of relief at his acquiescence.

"I'll go make us some lunch," he said quickly. "Do you want to freshen up first?"

Draco nodded, "If that's okay?"

"Yeah," Potter said, nodding, "Yeah. Anything you want." He gave Draco a little smile, "Towels are in the cupboard on the left when you go into the bathroom; there's soap, shampoo, conditioner, and the like in the shower," he added. "I'll be in the kitchen. Just shout if you need anything."

Draco watched him go, still very confused. But for the first time in a very long time, just a little bit hopeful.

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