#little baby soji

[talesofedo]

[procrastinatorproject]

WIP Folder Game

I wasn't actually tagged, but I saw this on @beautyofsorrow's blog and just... couldn't resist.

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

The problem, of course, is that my "WIP folder" is in fact four different Scrivener projects with a sum total of over 100k unpublished words, so this is gonna be LONG 😅🙈 But in the past, I have found great inspiration in looking through all my wild ideas and wip's that mostly consist of a couple paragraphs or a screenshhot of a discord conversation with friends. So I'm gonna do this anyway :D

WIPs that are only notes or snippets of conversations with friends where I tell them about My Great Fic Idea

Breathe

Field Medicine

5+1 holos

Moriarty

Bashir & Soji

All in a Day's Work

Kidfic

Merged

Sugar Rush

Circuit (Dark Academia)

S1 Agnes POV

CYOA/Scavenger Hunt

The Train Job

Regency AU

Holo-Admonition

He Never Gets Any Nicer (meta)

WIPs that are mostly notes (sometimes very long, elaborate notes) but do have a bit of actual writing attached

Conference Emails

Calluses

A Day at the Faire

Cosmic Detours (one unpublished chapter)

From the Mouths of Babes

Mittens on a String

Squad

Rescuing Dahj

Podcast

WIPs that are a single paragraph (or sentence) or two with not a lot of notes or context

ricepudding

Nostalgia/Nerdiness

The Quiet Spaces in Between (Raffi & Tuvok)

Kestra (Holoween)

All Aboard

Bed Rest (Seven)

Dino Hunt

Ready Room

Cosmic Detours (one unpublished chapter)

Valkriss Tales

Brainwashing

Choose Your Path

AI Malfunction

WIPs that are quite substantial already but still need a lot more work (or for me to sit down and JUST WRITE THE THREE MISSING SENTENCES ALREADY MY GOODNESS!)

Virus

Check-Up

Raffi Whump

Game Night II (Holoween)

Snapshots

Bed Rest (Rios)

Bed Rest (Picard)

Bed Rest (Agnes)

Homecoming

Dynamic Chaos

Meadow (two unpublished chapters)

Baby on Board

Space Shark

CMO's Log (some notes and a couple unpublished chapters)

Favouritism

Four Cakes

Sleep-Deprived

In the Shallows

In the Palm of his Hand (couple unpublished chapters)

Mittens on a String (5 + 1)

Institutional Knowledge

Kestra & Rios

The Cake Is A Lie (Findings and Conclusion)

And finally: WIP's so big they are their own Scrivener Project and will never be finished because they'd be the length of a novel. Or two. (Though I usually only have a few paragraphs/chapters written, the rest is wild ideas and notes)

Star Trek: La Sirena, Episode 2 (and notes for five or six more episodes)

Star Trek: Second Chances

Post-Rusker [semi-disqualified]

Synth Ban Thriller

Star Trek Holo Novel

And I'm not gonna tag as many people as I have WIPs, because that would require me to count them. And even though I rationally know the number of WIPs is morally neutral, I still have deep shame about Not Finishing Things. I'm working hard to dismantle that and have come a long way, but I'm not there yet 😅

(Also, I may not have enough mutuals for the number of WIPs 🙈😅)

So, if you, too, would like to stroll through your WIP folder and have people ask you about some of the stories that live in your head rent free, take this as permission to go for it! 😁🖖

[guessimate]

We are starting the third round with the Lao family, and unfortunately, a misfortune is awaiting them. It seems like they have run out of luck.

Mazu was already pregnant, which is good, because this family will need at least one more kid... The heir is leaving his family home. For now he's just a kid and it's quite difficult to make children enemies with their parents, so I'm just going to say that Haru was very indifferent towards his firstborn, Hisashi.

When I had this ROS before, I moved a teen out to the monastery permanently, but he was a Knowledge sim... I rolled for Hisashi in advance and he will be a Fortune sim. He is simply not interested in inheriting his dad's business, since it's not the most profitable establishment... or perhaps he's just not into flowers. I'll let him spend his childhood at the monastery, but then he'll start living on his own.

~*~

Mazu unfortunately dies in childbirth, giving birth to Hisashi's little sister, Magu. This baby will live a full live. The Laos will either have this heiress or Hisashi will still inherit, but only after his dad's death... if that happens early.

Hisashi left after his mom passed away. He was way closer to her than to his dad.

Before he left he managed to make friends with the Yus who are the founders of the monastery. Mazu Lao also used to be BFF-s with Soji Yu, so Hisashi will be in good hands during his childhood.

~*~

Haru got the Silver Flower Arranging badge. He also got to Gold Sales level already, which took a very short time in comparison.

He had 10 wildflowers leftover from crafting last round, and he crafted 10 more. Haru sold 20 wildflower bouquets, earning 1220$.

500$ - rent

488$ - tax

122$ - tithe

He needed to pay 1110$ (I rounded it down to 1100$).

I feel like this business is going to flop when the man of the house is left alone to tend to it, and take care of the infant... I'm considering letting Haru sell some flowers from the catalogue. He's at rank 5 and he has the wholesale tree.

[murielmierch]

Addition to my previous post with art.

An idea for some fan fiction in the style of "character × reader" appeared in my head, but I can't develop it into a complete work. I will be glad if someone implements this idea.

•The girl on the art is a human and met Loki as a child, while they were both walking in the woods (accidentally bumped into each other). She is a descendant of Okita Soji's sister and appreciates her family's history very much, hates lies and always stands for justice.

• Previously, she had to constantly lie to her little sister. Their father got into debt and often drank. While the younger sister was sleeping, the older one suffered beatings from her father when their mother was away for a long time for work.

• One day the baby did not wait for her sister and returned from school earlier. There she was met by a drunken father and almost beat his daughter to death. The elder sister was furious when she saw this and, grabbing a homemade wooden sword, began to beat her father. However, he was stronger and beat her badly, leaving her exhausted at the edge of the forest.

• Loki was watching the whole situation. He was even amused by this story, because he liked to watch how a girl, obsessed with morality and honesty, lets her rage out and lies to her sister.

• Loki offered the girl help: he kills their father, and in return she should become an ideal rival for him, and even manage to create a weapon capable of killing god (spoiler: she failed). The girl agrees and tries to fulfill the promise she made to Loki for the rest of her life.

• The heroine herself is a very creative person and appreciates any things left by her ancestors. Loki has repeatedly said that her main treasure is the educational sketchbook created by her grandfather, an artist, and Kondo Isami's notes (these are cook's notes).

"I've never even seen these people, and they taught me so much"

• The girl is very strict and straightforward by nature, but her sister is funny and cunning :)

• I think they are both very strong, but not enough to be on par with the participants of Ragnarok.

• During Ragnarok itself, the heroine walks in a depressed mood, because she could not keep her promise and because both Loki and Soji for her are exactly the people who forced her to move forward all this time. They are like the meaning of her life. You can even make a whole drama out of it

• I think you can also introduce an additional plot line with a younger sister, who is very cheerful and energetic, but ceases to be so when she meets their father during Ragnarok. This time, the girls' mother may still have time to come to the aid of her daughter and, like a true descendant of a samurai, put her wayward hubby in his place with a couple of sharp phrases🤣🤣🤣

If you read this and didn't die of shame, then you are my hero!

[heidithriel]

Computer, dictate the file logged:

Shit I stole from the Borg Queen!

Picard S2 Ep3 Spoilers *beware*

First off…

*clears throat*

HOW IS SHE SO GOSH DARN GORGEOUS!

~don’t you dare point your gun at my wife~

!!Don’t you touch her!!

Proceeds to absolutely deck the shit out of him!

~get fucken wrecked boy~

*You have activated the protective wife- prepare to be dispatched*

*relief*

{Just them}

Also not that I don’t love the straight lines of the presidential uniform but…

Damn I love me some leather jacket Seven of Nine!

*engaged*

Other notes:

-Such a great episode! Every new episode is better than the last!

- I’m loving Jurati this season!

- Poor Elnor baby…

- Picard old man… just… nah dude… shhh for a little bit.

- Seven once again staring at herself in the mirror. She dreamed about not having her implants on the holodeck on Voyager. She probably just can’t believe it’s real this time.

- ‘Strangers don’t usually… like me…’ oh Seven baby come here for a hug!

- Wait… Where is Soji? Does she remember anything? Is she somewhere just freaking out?

- The Queen crawling around like some sort of nightmare fuel…. Gaaaah and the eyes! Ah the eyes!

- Raffi: * materialises normally*

Seven:*LIKE A SUPERHERO OR SOMETHING* 😍 ‘Can you keep my secret?!’ 😉☺️

Rios: *SpLaT*

- How do you know what a relaxed Seven looks like Raff? *wink wink nudge nudge*

******Just please I’m so far gone with the Seven x Raffi thing if anything happens to either of them I just won’t make it******

[annikasevenshots]

Star Trek Picard: S2E2 Reactions (spoilers!)

not Picard drinking columbian roast LMAO poor mans getting a heart attack

the not so subtle but still neat framing of hiding Seven's lack of an occular implant until she saw a mirror... noice

WHY DOES SHE HAVE FIVE (5) PURPLE BEAUTY BLENDERS. YES I COUNTED LMAO AND WHY ARE THEY ON A LITTLE GOLDEN DISH LIKE EASTER EGGS

"Psychological assessment" -writes equation on mirror with lipstick-

Seven calling for Raffi when she figured out she was married?????? AAAAAAAAAAA

like. seven's sigh of relief when she thought raffi was about to walk in and it was somehow going to be okay.

tHEN HER TAKING IT BACK WHEN A MAN WALKED IN. like yes ms jeri ryan microexpressions on POINT

what did we sAY ABOUT PUTTING SEVEN IN TIGHT SUITS HAVE THE SHOWRUNNERS LEARNED NOTHING

Seriously i get stiff suits and being uncomfortable and all but this garment is the male gaze personified

Raffi calling Elnor honey like YES MAMA this is so cute

apparently the environment doesn't survive in a totalitarian world but anime cats do

on that note spot-73 you will always be famous

can someone please make a side by side of grudge and spot-73 i need this in my life NOW

WHERE IS SOJI?????? IS SHE OKAY 😭

i lowkey thought jurati would bring out soji from the chamber so i GASPED when it was the borg queen

the interaction between seven and the borg queen? HEARTBREAKING. the levels of flinching and the resurfacing of trauma even so many years later??? man jeri ryan does it so well and it's so convincing that she's the same character after all these years and it makes my heart BLEED

also the way seven hesitated before saying "resistance" in her speech. i'm losing it. i really am. i can't do this anymore

Raffi's face whenever they refer to Seven as his "wife" like girl omg

everyone gets thrown in a totalitarian universe and the first thing raffi does is nag seven about her commitment issues LIKE PLEASE FHDHDHDJFHSKABS THEY ARE SO FUNNY

SEVEN'S MICRO SHRUG WHEN SHE SAID THAT like "damn raffi i can't control my AU persona" the two of them will be the death of me

also can raffi please give seven a hug. like after she sees the borg queen. i need this scene in my life or so help me god i will write it myself

we're in season 2 episode 2 of 3 whole seasons but if y'all don't give me r/7 endgame i swear to gOD

"Annika Seven Shots" LMAO JURATI IS SO FUNNYYYYYYYY

Elnor is babie

WHYYYYY WASN'T THERE AN ELNOR AND SPOT-73 INTERACTION WE DISCUSSED THIS. give the boy a cat

They showed us Hong Kong and slapped an "Okinawa" on it and really thought i wouldn't notice HUH 💀

In conclusion, yes

[wellthebardsdead]

I ACCIDENTALLY SAVED THIS TO MY DRAFTS PLS FORGIVE GOBLIN HERES YOUR ORDER *throws shimada coffee at you* ~Bambi

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*Easter*

Jack: *steps into the cafe dressed in his usual strike commander gear with a pair of bunny ears to match his hair along with a cotton tail pinned to his trench coat* Hey soji, I brought something for the kid- woah busy today huh?

Sojiro: *run off his feet taking and fulfilling customers orders for both the cafe and florist* oh hi Jack! I’ll be with you in a moment! How’s it going over there little rabbit?

Hanzo: *dressed as a bunny, sitting on the florist counter, putting Easter eggs into a basket with some sunflowers and daffodils before tying it up with a bow* hu! *thumbs up*

Sojiro: wonderful! *turns around revealing Genji seated in his baby carrier, dressed as a chick*

Genji: *kicking his little bebe legs* WEH!

[writingwhimsey]

Whimsey's Story Event! "I Do, My Love!" - Kennyo- Epilogue

Ten years after our wedding, I was going through the halls of the temple, doing some sweeping and dusting. I was just taking a break for a moment to wipe the sweat from my brow when I heard that familiar deep voice coming from behind me.

"Ranmaru and the disiples were right."

I turned to Kennyo and smiled. "Right about what?"

"That my dear wife was working when she's supposed to be resting." He answered. "The midwife has said you should be staying off of your feet more."

"She's said that every time and every time I have continued as I always do and everything is just fine." I remarked. "Besides, I know my body and I listen to it, taking breaks when I need to."

Kennyo sighed and shook his head as he came over to me, placing a large hand over my swollen belly. "It wouldn't hurt you to slow down just a bit." He reminded me. "At least be finished for the day and come join me in the garden for some tea…I also stopped at that bakery in town and picked up your favorite sweets."

"Well…I mean if you went through the trouble of getting my favorite sweets…" I replied. "And I guess it would be nice to sit down and enjoy some tea together."

Kennyo's warm smile lit his face as he took my hand. We made our way out to the garden, where the tea and sweets were already waiting for us. Kennyo was helping me to sit down before sitting down beside me.

"How was your trip into town?" I asked.

"It went well. Everyone is doing wonderful. They also send well wishes for your health and the baby's." He answered.

I couldn't help the smile that came to my face. "That must be why I have continued to be just fine. I have so many people wishing for my health."

Kennyo chuckled. He was about to say something else when we heard the familiar running steps. Then the familiar high pitched voice. "Mama! Papa!"

We both turned as our daughter, Anzu came running up to us tears streaming down her face. I opened my arms as she came to me. "What's the matter, my little love?" I asked her.

"It's…Hiro and Soji…they…" She began, trying to get whatever out between sobs.

It was then we heard the familiar stomping run of two pairs of slightly larger feet. "Mom…before she says anything…you have to listen to us!" Hiro, our eldest son said.

"Yeah, Anzu was totally asking for it!" Soji agreed.

Hiro glared at Soji and smacked him on the arm. "Way to go, doofus."

Kennyo and I shared a look. "What happened?" I asked.

Hiro and Soji both clammed up at that moment.

"They told me that when the new baby gets here…that I have to go away! They said all of your love would go to the new baby and you wouldn't need or want me around anymore." Anzu exclaimed before bursting into tears.

I tightened my arms around her. "Oh sweet girl, nothing could be farther from the truth." I assured her. "Your big brothers were playing a little prank on you…a mean one." I added this last part giving my boys the side eye.

"Your mother is right." Kennyo assured Anzu, reaching his hand over to stroke her silky dark locks taht were just like his. "We will never stop loving you."

"You are our daughter and nohing will ever change our love for you." I agreed. "Just as nothing will ever change our love for your brothers. Do you think Mama and Papa stopped loving Hiro when Soji was born? Or stopped love Soji when you were born?"

Anzu sniffed. "Well…no…but don't you only have so much love to go around?"

Kennyo was reaching for Anzu and pulling her till she was sitting in his lap. "My sweet one, that's the thing about love. It doesn't shrink as we bring more people into the world and our lives, it only grows."

"That's right." I agreed.

"How…how does love grow?" Hiro asked.

I scooted over and patted the places on either side of me. "Come and we'll tell you."

Hiro and Soji came over and sat on either side of me. I placed my arms around them and hugged them.

"You see, our family started out with just your mama and I." Kennyo said, looking at me with a tender smile. "Our love was just the two of us. And then we had you, Hiro." He was then turning to Hiro. "And our family and our love grew."

"And then it grew again, when we had you, Soji." I added.

"And again when we had you, Anzu." Kennyo continued. "And so, our love will only grow once again with this new baby."

"And the love grows even bigger because, despite how you three act sometimes, you love each other." I added.

"I don't know. I don't even really like them right now, Mama." Anzu said.

"You're upset with them because they hurt your feelings with that mean joke?" I asked.

Anzu nodded.

"That doesn't mean you don't love them or that in their own way they don't love you." I explained. "Though you two really could stand to be a little kinder to your sister."

"Yes, you all should look out for each other." Kennyo said. "Protect each other."

Hiro and Soji nodded. "Right."

Hiro was then looking at Anzu. "I'm really sorry we played that joke on you. It wasn't nice."

"Yeah, we won't do it again." Soji agreed. "Sorry, Anzu."

"I guess I forgive you guys." Anzu replied.

"Let' go play in the garden together." Hiro suggested.

"Yeah, we can play tag!" Soji agreed.

"Alright!" Anzu said, happily jumping from Kennyo's lap. She gave us both a quick hug before leaning down to my belly. "I love you…and I hope you're a little sister. Then I'll have someone on my side!"

Kennyo and I laughed as we watched our oldest three children run off, playing together, their squabble soon forgotten. Childish joy and giggles filled the air.

Kennyo scooted closer to me and wrapped his arm around me. I leaned into him as we watched our children. Kennyo placed his other hand over my belly. "Ava, my love, thank you." He said.

"For what?" I asked.

"For loving me and giving me these amazing gifts that are our children. My days are filled with joy and laughter thanks to you and our love."

I felt tears begin to sting at my eyes at these sweet words. "I can't take all of the credit. Though I have the hard part, these children are here because of the both of us. Because of our love for each other. Because you opened your heart to me."

We were soon sharing a kiss…much to the chagrin of our children. "Ew! Mom and Dad are kissing again!" Soji exclaimed.

"Yuck." Hiro agreed.

"Yeah, gross." Anzu agreed.

Kennyo and I laughed and shook our heads at their reactions. But these were the peaceful days. Our life was beautiful and filled with so much love and happiness. I knew it would go on forever.

[celestialholz]

Celestial Live-Reacts: STP 2.1, 'The Star Gazer'

(SPOILERS AHEAD, as you might imagine! Read down at your peril)

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- Uhm I'm sorry is this the opening to Ctrl+Alt+Del AND A Good Day to Die at the same time, HAVE YOU READ MY FICS CBS 👁👄👁

- This is a James Bond opening sequence

- He's so proud he knows Romulan, bless him ❤

- Oh, HE is dead! The more you know

- ... Yeahhhh, no. What *is* this romance nonsense? When has there EVER been anything between him and her?

- ... Awkward...

- Baby!card! 😍 All adventure and adorable

- "Why have you chosen to be alone?" "Idk queen not sure where my immortal husband's at rn"

- I love how English his mother is 😂❤ Really sticking with the theme there of being the most English French people ever. Also I love her and she's a girl boss 😍

- Earl grey, cold 🤣

- What *is* Laris talking about, that this has been building for a while? From WHERE exactly, pls explain

- THEY GAVE ELNOR A THING 🖖 Bless up, king ❤

- Hologram Rios! Seven! Beautiful folks everywhere 😍😍

- Is that the AGT phenomena?

- No synth ban; only progression

- Oh hey Agnes, it's once again hugely ambiguous to see you

- Soji's hangout is glorious, my god

- Rios is a captain again???? Like, an official one????? Bless him, he got over his shit 😍

- ... Anyone else forget that these two had sex?

- Sulu reference!

- 'Chancellor of the Academy', much wow

- "You two are so damn self-sufficient, happy to travel the stars..." 🤔🤔🤔

- Elnor has gone from confident young adult to overly tall child lmao

- "Live a little" 😂 I love him so much ❤

- Raffi/Picard friendship is gorgeous.

- Stargazer!

- 'Cigar in the captain's chair' is a VIBE 😍

- "Help us, Picard"????? ... Is that the fucking Continuum?

- BIG MOMMA G 😍 Welcome back Queeeeen ❤

- This bar music is a jam 😍

- "But you'll always be 'captain' to me" - amen ❤❤❤

- "With you pushing a century and me pushing several, I don't really think that at our age we should be reserving anything" 😂😂

- El-Aurians only age 'if they want to'? That's lore, kids

- Another beautiful male/female friendship! They can do it!

- "It's not as if I haven't loved before - I have, sometimes quite deeply." "But always with those that would only be temporary." "That's not entirely true -" "- So you'd never have to fear any of them taking root."

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"The problem isn't time, it's you."

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"You've been on your own for nearly a century - why, what's holding you back?"

Okay so a. this is hilariously Qcard and b. a beautiful character piece ❤ Fascinated by whatever this is alluding to, too?

- Oh hello, Admiral Great-Hair 😍

- ... Are you trying to tell me that the Q want in to the Federation, what in god's name

- Picard @ Laris: aight imma head out babe 🖖

- Borg stuff?

- IT'S THE BORG. OHHHH. Never mind my dumbass theories then... they want to join the Federation? Are they sick of getting their arse handed to them by Janeway?

- Nice bit of looping back to the beginning

- "We wish for peace", they say, walking in like the cyber fuckparty from my most vivid vodka nightmares

- Doc Ockto-borg????? That's a new take...

- Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!

- "We're out of options" - swear Rios says exactly that in Ctrl+Alt+Del, and Picard definitely blew himself up for Tapestry Day... and I had a bloody countdown... just call me Benjamin mes amis, I'm a prophet out here

- "Noooon, je ne regrette rieeeeen" 😂 Come on slut, get in the damn frame already 😍

- That was quite the flash... bit pissed off, are we mon dieu? Of all the men in the universe to kill, they have to kill yours huh?

- WELCOME BACK SLUT 😍😍😍😍👁👄👁

- "Oh dear, you're a bit older than I imagined - let me catch up." HAHAHAHA yes! Absolute perfection ❤❤😂 He de-aged just to age, that is phenomenal, and exactly what I wanted - just making a mockery of the whole concept

- "You've been talking a lot about second chances - well, my friend, welcome to very end of the road. Not. Taken." ... Fucking HELL 😍❤👁👄👁

Dear. Sweet. God ABOVE. What a fucking start lads 😍

Celestial rating: 7/10.

Relationships out of nowhere, some great leaps of time more or less waved away though still mostly nice to see, but a deeply fucking compelling narrative, and those last fifteen minutes? Wow.

... I have high hopes, dears...

[blaydiud]

A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE.

tagged by: our lord and friend marth soji tagging: hands it to the crowd take it

REPOST,  DO NOT REBLOG,  with the information of your muse,  including headcanons.

NAME.   dimitri alexandre blaiddyd

dimitri - “worshipper or blessed by Demeter”

alexandre - “protector of the people”

blaiddyd - “wolf-king”

NICKNAME(S).   dimi, dima, didi, mitya, dimochka, malysh

nicknames in italics are used by his closest friends and family only.

“malysh” is a tender word for “little baby”. his stepmother used to call him that and he’s not ready to hear it from anyone else again.

ALIAS(ES).   prince dimitri, boar prince, monster, prince of delusions

AGE.   18

SPECIES.   human

ZODIAC.   sagittarius

GEMSTONE.   spectrolite

“ distinct metallic luster, bestows sound sleep, mental peace and good fortune. “

MORAL ALIGNMENT.   lawful good

may shift to chaotic neutral

ABILITIES / POWERS.   minor crest of blaiddyd - increases physical prowess, skilled in wielding the lance, cavalry, chivalry, leadership, abnormal physical strength and resilience.

INTERESTS.  peace and prosperity for his people, diplomacy, using his authority and power for the people’s wellbeing, protecting those who need it, friends and family being safe and sound, avenging the dead who suffer.

FEARS.  losing control of himself, hurting or killing innocents/loved ones, failing at becoming the king Faerghus deserves, disappointing his friends, losing his loved ones, being seen as dangerous or unreliable, being abandoned, being betrayed by a family member or friend.

GUILTY PLEASURES.   chewing on leaves and other strange things for their texture, lying down on snow shirtless, essential oils.

SPOKEN LANGUAGES.   faerghian, both the high formal and most casual variations. as a boy who learned to fight first and write later, many of his first words were actually slangs and casual talk from knights and even his own family. has learned some basic adrestian as a child as well as dialects from the alliance, but doesn’t seem to master them yet. is currently trying to learn duscurian in secret, but struggling a bit.

PROFESSION.   crown prince of the holy kingdom of faerghus, sole heir to the house of blaiddyd.

BODY TYPE.  slim, has a bit of a young scrawny look. broad shoulders and muscular thighs, but has a small waist and thin forearms. body is toned, but not too much. grows to be exceptionally bigger and more muscular after the timeskip.

HEIGHT.   180cm (5’11”)

COLORS.   blue, silver, black

DRINKS.   due to his null sense of taste, dimitri only cares about how the drinks feel in his mouth. so anything that’s not too fizzy or that doesn’t burn too much. prefers warm drinks.

ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES?   drinks for the sake of formality in social events, straying away from consuming alcohol in most circumstances. prefers beverages with less alcohol because he doesn’t enjoy the burn.

SMOKES? no, refuses to. 

[talesofedo]

[darkdevasofdestruction]

My Neo Geisha ~ Kinshiro Toyama

“Heeey, Kinshiro, I’m back. You better have those dumplings ready, I’m starving.” I stretched and yawn as soon as I slid the door to Kyokatei, hoping to smell the appetizing smell of warm food.

However, as soon as I stepped in the main room, I noticed a petite, beautiful young maiden with gorgeous pink hair, and that everyone was looking at her, making her embarrassed enough not to be able to raise her gaze from the floor.

“Oya oya...? What do we have here? A little mouse in a den of lions?” I stepped right in front of her, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look up at me. “U-U-Uhm...E-Excuse me, miss...My name is Yui...” she stuttered, clearly intimidated by my gesture, looking like a scared fawn looking for her mummy. “Y/N, dear, calm down, it’s not what you’re-” the green haired magistrate got to his feet, carefully talking to me, but honestly, he’s done it. “Myyyy, Kinshiro, why didn’t you tell me we had the company of such a lovely darling? Yui, dear, being so sad is unbecoming of such an angelic face like yours...Kin, can we adopt her? Pretty pleaseeee~?” I suddenly hugged the poor girl close to my chest really tightly, patting the top of her head, shocking everyone around me. “U-Uh...Y/N...She’s not a puppy...And we have enough puppies at home anyway. Yui here is going to be our new member of the vigilante.” Kinshiro explained, which made me stiffen, and slowly turn to face him with a solemn expression. “What did Tori do again?” I muttered, gritting my teeth as I tried to contain my growing anger. “H-How did you know it was about Tori, miss Y/N?” the girl’s soft voice called out as she carefully tugged on my sleeve, almost as if she was seeking protection. “Well, darling, wouldn’t you like to know...” the corners of my lips turned upwards just a little, to suggest the irony of the situation to Kinshiro.  “Her parents got wrongfully killed by Tori and his men. She managed to sneak away, as they didn’t search for her. The only thing she has left in her possession are the money given to her by her mother and her father’s dagger, but she used the money to make a request for us. Sounds familiar, doesn’t it?” Kin fidgeted on his feet, crossing his arms to his chest. “Oh, Lord, have mercy! If only there was a group of benevolent vigilantes when I was her age! Well, no matter, all’s fine now. I can only assume her wish is to kill Tori, and, coincidently, so is mine, so it will all work out in my favour, after so many years of waiting very patiently to get my revenge.” I dramatically flung around the large haori sleeves. “What part of you has ever been patient, Y/N?” Aoi jabbed at me, ruffing my hair. “Kinshiro?” I called out in a grim tone, letting a graveyard silence take over. “Where is she going to stay? We can’t let her stay here in Kyokatei, it’s the red light district, and she’s much too pure and innocent to stay here. It will destroy her somehow, and I don’t want another girl getting crushed by life like that.” I explained carefully, the shadow of haunting ghosts glinting in my eyes. “We can let her choose where to stay. Out of everyone here, Soji stays here, Aoi has a terrible schedule and work in the red light district...And Sion stays at Iseya, the famous Geisha house. He may be the safer option, but it’s her call.” Kinshiro told Yui her options, and she bit her lip, looking down, before raising to look at me with eyes glimmering of tears. She grabbed both of my sleeves and bowed deeply. “Please, Miss Y/N, would you allow me to stay with you? You remind me a lot of my mother, and I miss her very much.” she called out in a desperate voice, and I could only stare at her with wide eyes, my face getting redder and redder than any japanese rose. “I-I-I...U-Uhm...K-Kin...U-Uhm...I-It’s your house, y-you decide.” I could feel myself trembling softly, completely unable to move, leaving fate to be merciful. “Well then, I guess it’s settled. Yui will stay with us. Then, I call this meeting a success, and we will await further notice about how we shall proceed in the future with this issue. It’s about time we deal with Tori after all the injustice he’s done.” Kin clapped his hands together, getting everyone to leave to their homes, including the three of us. “I’m sorry if I put you on the spot, miss Y/N. I didn’t know you lived together with mr. Kinshiro.” Yui spoke, still clinging to my arms. “It’s alright, little mouse, you couldn’t have known. And, besides, I led you on by saying I would adopt you...But I hope you aren’t afraid of dogs, I adopted a few stray ones before.” I spoke nonchalantly, only to hear Kin laugh and put his arm around me. “When I said we have enough puppies, I was referring to the other vigilantes, not to our actual dogs!” his mirthful voice made me smile up at him, leisurely draping my own free arm around his broad torso. “A-Ah, well, yeah, I guess you’re not wrong...I guess I really am everyone’s mother nowadays. how ironic.” I chuckled softly, blushing a bit as I snuggled up into his chest.

I prepared a room for Yui as soon as we finished eating, but the poor girl was too afraid to sleep on her own, so I let her sleep with her head on my lap as I sang her a little lullaby, and she fell asleep like the baby she is. After carefully putting her in her futon, I raised and saw Kinshiro smiling tenderly at the sight in front of him, and I could only blush and drag him to our room, pouring a cup of sake for the both of us.

“You really would be a great mother, you know?” he commented as a matter of fact. “Yeah, with children older than 15 and animals. With others, I’d lose my temper. And besides...What are we going to do with this situation, anyway? I...Never thought that I’d see another girl like me...Well, I guess not everything about this is similar to what happened to me, but for her, it’s much worse. I could deal with everything...But her? She’s much too innocent and soft for this kind of tragedy to happen to her.” I sighed, downing the sake cup in one go. “Don’t take your own situation lightly, Y/N. I know you want to forget, but your life hasn’t been easy either. That’s why you took her in. You want to protect her, hoping that it will get you some kind of redemption and you’ll protect your own past self.” Kin sighed, moving his seat next to me and holding me to his side, stroking my hair soothingly. “It feels like a lifetime ago when we first met...And I can’t imagine my life without you. I can’t believe how far we’ve gone...Can you? I mean, I tried to kill you, and now, I don’t want to leave your side.” I chuckled lightly, only to hear a soft knock on the wood and the paper door sliding, revealing the pinkette. “U-Uhmm...Would it be too much to ask if I can stay here? I...Our rooms are next to each other...And I heard you talking about your past and how you relate to me. Would it be alright if I were to listen to your story?” she asked, and the two of us looked at each other, and extended our arms towards her, welcoming her in our arms, almost as if we were her parents. “Well, how did it go, anyway? We met at that business meeting you had with Tori so long ago...And I had a dagger at your neck when he went to pee.” I grinned at him, but as much as he was laughing, poor Yui had a horrified expression on her face. “Wh-What?! H-How could that happen?!” Yui gasped, looking up at us with wide eyes. “How could this man, who is the magistrate of the South ward, ask someone to marry him after this certain someone almost killed him? Well, Kin, that’s a great question, why don’t you answer us?” I nudged the green haired man who frowned a bit, remembering the bad times, only to pat the pink girl’s hair.

--- When she was barely 15, Tori killed her parents under what could seriously be the most ridiculous reason, but before he could leave the house, some of his henchmen got killed. Drawing his sword, Tori pinned the enemy to the wall - Only to be revealed to be a young woman with tears in her angry eyes - And that’s when he realised that he could seriously use a female assassin, since nobody would expect it.

For the next 5 years, he made sure to have her be taught how to me a Geisha and an assassin at the same time, and he was proud of her - She was a prodigy, so much better than so many of his useless men, that is.

And that Toyama...That damned Kagemoto Toyama...He needed to be killed.

Tori called a meeting with Toyama at a private room restaurant, having Y/N as the sole Geisha, occasionally touching her lecherously, as a way to get Toyama to lose his mind for her beauty and her talent in entertaining him with her beautiful voice, her dance and her flute playing...

But in a matter of seconds, Tori left the room and after a brief, tense silence, Toyama only had to blink to then find himself with his back flat on his back and the cold blade at his neck, dangerously digging into his skin, but not yet making it bleed.

“You poor girl...You’ve been very hurt, haven’t you? You don’t have to bloody your hands, miss. I can help you. You can turn your life around, I promise you.” Kagemoto’s voice was warm and comforting, his hand going to touch her white face. “No...No, I can’t. My fate has been sealed by the demon who slayed my family. He chained me and threw away the key long ago. There’s no escaping his grasps.” she shook her head, forcing herself to keep her eyes open so he wouldn’t somehow retaliate...But he didn’t. “Yes, you can. You are in the South ward now, under my protection. He can’t touch you here. You are a beautiful and talented woman, miss Y/N, you could turn your life around very easily, I can assure you. There are many people like you in here, and if you continue being a normal citizen, nobody is going to bother you again. You just have to take my hand. That’s all.” Kagemoto caressed her face, wiping away the stream of tears going down her face. “He will hunt me down to the ends of the world. I know the atrocities he’s done, and he knows the sea of blood that I bathed in because of him. How can I turn my life around and pretend none of that happened? It wouldn’t be fair to the people I killed...I don’t deserve it.” the grip on her blade completely vanished, allowing Kagemoto to get in a sitting position, cupping her face and kissing her forehead, the warm smile on his face giving her some hope. “Everyone deserves a chance for a better life, especially since you didn’t choose to live this way. I can protect you. But you must choose fast, before Tori comes back, because if he does, he will take you back to the North Ward, and from there, there’s no coming back. Choose fast, and choose wisely.” as her bottom lip quivered, she bowed to the ground, desperately yelling at him to get her out of this hell, the raw emotions clawing at her throat impressing the green haired man. “Please, Magistrate Toyama Kagemoto, please save me from Tori and his men. I don’t want to kill again, I don’t want my parents’ memory to be reminded this way. I want to get revenge on Tori, but I don’t want to be his puppet assassin again. Please, Magistrate, please save me.” her words shocked the man, at the same time melting his heart with her story, and feeling pity on her, he pet her hair before lifting her head up and offering her a reassuring smile. “Hide in there, and I will tell Tori you left to bring more sake. He will suspect you ran away and will try to hunt you down, but you will be under my protection at all times, and you won’t have to take another life again. Go now, hide there, I think i can hear footsteps coming.” the magistrate hurried her to the cramped closet where she stood like a scared, small animal for the whole duration of the meeting.

Seeing Tori angry scared her enough to flinch a few times, having been used to his capricious behaviour and overly drastic discipline methods, but she kept quieter than a mouse, even after the villain finally left. It wasn’t until the green haired magistrate came to take her out of there himself that she finally got the courage to let out a breath of relief.

With the help of some women employers from Kyokatei, his own tea house, the girl was dressed in a very modest kimono, her hair put in a bun, to avoid showing off the unusual, yet gorgeous hair colour, and her make up was completely removed, and yet, her beauty was still shining.

As soon as she arrived at his home, she saw the mess and without realising, she rushed to tidy things up, only to get stopped by the owner of the house, both of them looking at each other with very confused expressions on their faces.

“You are my protegee, not my maid. There’s no need for you to go to such lengths.” he tried to calm her down, only to see her shaking her head. “I saved me from that guy, and now you let me stay in your house. It’s the least I can do until I can earn some money and repay you...Although money won’t exactly be able to be an equivalent for your kindness...” she spoke a bit more assertively, only for him to start chuckling at her. “I think I have a solution for that, if you will. As you saw, having a beautiful, talented woman at a business meeting smoothens things enough to reach a compromise, so you can come with me whenever I have anything official to do. And when I don’t, I’m around Kyokatei, and I beautiful waitress or arts practitioner would definitely be welcomed.” Kagemoto tried to compromise, but the girl still shook her head. “I can’t take your money, Mr. Toyama! I will work for you and do whatever you wish me to do, but I refuse to take money for you after everything you’ve done for me, and you just met me today. Nobody would do what you’ve done. I owe you my life.” her cheeks reddened slightly, almost angry or offended at the insination that she would ever take his money like that. “Okay, okay, that’s fine, I understand. I have a few connections at the Kabuki theater nearby, I can talk to them to hire you. They have no woman among them, so I’m sure they will benefit from having you there. I have a friend there, Hotaka, he sometimes plays the female leads. I’m sure you will get along well. Accept at least this, please. And if it really makes you feel better, you can go ahead and do whatever you want around this house, alright?” the magistrate sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, only to see the corners of her mouth lift upwards, making her look like a happy kitten. “Yes, I suppose I can agree to that. I already gave you enough trouble with my stubbornness. A bit more and I think you’re gonna strangle me in your mind.” she laughed casually, turning around to continue tidying up. “Tomorrow you’ll have to show me everything around the house and around this ward so I know what I’ll have to do. Is that alright with you, Mr.Toyama?” she asked, neatly folding the clothes and putting them in a pile. “Ah, actually, don’t call me that please, it’s too formal. Makes me feel very old. My friends call me Kinshiro when we’re alone, but around official people, I am Kagemoto. In case you hear someone calling me by a different name than what you’re used to. I have some dumplings and sake from earlier this day, let’s eat, shall we? It must have been some many long days for you, lately. Tomorrow we can talk more about what’s there to be done and how are things here, in the South Ward.” he explained to her as he guided her to a table where they sat together, her pouring alcohol, while he placed the dumpling plate, and enjoyed their meal in a comfortable silence. “Okay...Kin.”

---

“You’ve been an assassin since 15...And you also had to train as a Geisha to avoid suspicion...And bear with the killer of your parents by your side all the time...That must have been terrible! How did you even manage to keep your composure for so long?! I wouldn’t have been able to...” Yui looked at me with pitiful eyes, only for me to shrug casually. “Dunno. I wanted to live, I guess. When he said he’ll keep me alive if I kill for him, I said sure. I’ve been blocking the memory of my parents ever since...And then I got to meet Kin who turned my life around completely...Then I worked all day long, so I had my mind occupied all the time, I worked around with Hotaka, I often helped Wakasa with his medical practice, then the vigilantes were formed and here we are. But before all this...I was just like you. A young, hard-working girl always helping around the house since there was nothing else to do in the North.” I stroked her hair motherly, wiping away the forming tears from her eyes. “You are really amazing, Y/N...I don’t know how you can do everything so perfectly...But you’re my role model! Please take care of me!” Yui bowed her head at me, but I instinctively laughed before apologising. “I, uh...If you mean the Geisha and assassin thing...I screwed up a lot. The amount of times I got punished and grounded by Tori for messing up...Is honestly monumental. If we talk about life in general, well...After not socialising with actual people my whole life, I had quite a few misconceptions about how things should be, and I think I scared Kinshiro and his friends a bit...But then we kinda adopted them since I take care of everyone...So I don’t have a clue what I’m doing, but it’s fun. I’m sure you’ll blend in with everyone very soon.” I ruffled her hair lovingly, making her grin widely in appreciation. “Trust me, Yui, it took a loooong time gettin Y/N to separate her own self from both her Geisha and her Assassin persona. Whenever she was supposed to be a normal person, she’d get so awkward and clumsy, you wouldn’t believe it was the same person! I think she had to buy a new china set every week because of that, and sometimes, she’d forget to speak when serving customers at the tea house. She was so cute when she’d cry from frustration and embarrassment!” Kinshiro’s mirthful laugh boomed throughout the room, making the girl giggle, while I could only look at him with a forced smile. “I’ll kill you.” I hummed in fake cheerfulness, but he clearly wasn’t phased in the least, since he’s known me for more years. “Sure, go ahead.” he teased, still holding that fake-innocent smile on his face. “You two remind me so much of my parents...They were very sweet and loving to each other, but they also liked to tease each other a lot. This is really...It’s really nice.” Yui smiled sadly, looking down, before Kin pulled her in between us so we would hug her like proper parents. “Well, Yui, it’s really getting late, and a young lady like yourself needs to sleep plenty to have enough energy and grow even more beautiful than you are now, so off to bed with you, dear. Can you handle sleeping by yourself, or do want to stay with us for the night?” I asked the girl who looked up at us with a happy smile. “I’ll sleep by myself, thank you...But if I have a nightmare, I hope you don’t mind if I come over.” her voice was soft and clearly grateful, so both I and Kin were fine enough with letting her do as she wished.

Not even two weeks later, the poor girl and I somehow managed to run into this weirdly tall Dutch supposed merchant, but the vibe I got from him... He was stinking of blood and  his aura was one of complete danger - Despite the amiable and charming facade he tried to have, someone with experience knew all too well it was far from the truth.

However, as we left the tea house, we noticed Tori entering the place, only to meet up with the foreigner. I stood pressed to the outer wall, keeping my hand over Yui’s mouth, trying to make sure she doesn’t utter anything, and as soon as I deemed I heard enough, I dragged her to Kyokatei in a rush, calling up a meeting with some of the vigilantes.

“Kin, bad news. The foreigner is in cahoots with Tori. I think they’re trying to cover up some kind of illegal trading with the basic harbour stuff every foreign merchant does.” I explained gravely to the 4 members of our group, whose faces instantly fell somber as well. “What happened? Yui is clearly shaken up...Did they threaten you somehow?” Sion asked, but the pink haired girl quickly shook her head. “N-No, nothing of the sort...We met up with the foreigner...And, uhm....He was very...Physical with us...And then Y/N dragged me to the tea house, only to see Tori walking in, so we quickly left before he could notice either of us. I have to thank Y/N for keeping me grounded, otherwise...I-I think I’d have marched to Tori and socked him in the face.” the girl hung her head in embarrassment and guilt, but Aoi quickly ruffled her hair reassuringly. “No, it’s normal for you to feel that way. I wouldn’t have been able to stay there either if I was in your place.” the blue haired man smiled at the girl, clearly not wanting her to feel bad about her emotions, but also, being somehow impulsive sometimes. “The foreigner knows about Yui. He said he saw us around a lot - Including you, Kin - And said that Yui is definitely the daughter of the man and woman they recently killed. Not to mention, this guy has an unusually creepy vibe around him...And the stench of blood is...Not obvious to the common folk, but for us...It’s much too obvious. I think we should try and act soon, one way or another.” I explain the information I gathered from eavesdropping. “Things may look bad, but they are going in the right direction. Just today, Tori asked for an official meeting with me, so tomorrow, here, at Kyokatei, we are going to talk business. I need Soji to stay above us while Sion and Aoi stay with Yui in the other room and listen in to our conversation.” Kin explained, and I could only sigh, raking my fingers through my long hair. “...You owe me your haori. But I want the blue one, not the green one...It suits you better than it suits me.” I muttered, crossing my arms to my chest, looking away. “I’m sorry, Y/N, but you know what you have to do.” Kin’s expression turned into one equally as upset as mine, as he put his hand on my face, and I could only lean into it. “As long as he doesn’t grab me again, like the uncultured barbarian that he is, I suppose it’s not going to be anything different than what I’ve been doing for so many years now.” I shrugged, biting my lip, remembering that time, many years ago, when I met Kinshiro. “I won’t let him touch you. It may be official business, but I’m still the enforcer of rules in the South, and I have to make sure nobody touches the most beautiful woman in the world.” softly lifting my face, we shared a tender look that comforted the both of us, at least a little bit. “U-Uhm...I’m a bit confused...What is going to happen to Y/N?” Yui asked, clinging on Sion’s shoulder as a way to get him to look down at her and answer. “I’m going to be a Geisha again for Kinshiro and Tori. I need to find my flute and see how rusty I got. Sion, I don’t have to ask you, I’m sure you know what I’ll need tomorrow...Aoi, you’ll help me with my hair and make up, and with Hotaka, we can do the physical work...Those damn outfits are impossible.” I chuckled dryly, and despite the jokes we tried to make, we all knew the meeting will be very tense. “N-No, y-you can’t do that! What if he recognises you?! If he last saw you as a Geisha, he’ll remember you that way, not as a normal person!” Yui exclaimed, clearly worried about me, but it only made me chuckle at her cuteness. “Darling, have you seen a group of Geishas or Courtesans together? The make up, hairstyles, accessories, faces, hair colours...They’re all the same. Honestly, even I would have a hard time recognising myself if I didn’t know I was myself. Besides...Iseyas’ kimonos are the most beautiful and rich in the whole country, there’s no way Tori would ever be able to compete with something like that, so I’d look different from what I did over 5 years ago. So, don’t worry, I’m a professional.” I winked at her, before waving to everyone and dragging Kinshiro home. “Oh, Sion, can you please take Yui over at yours for the night? I and Kinshiro have some things to work out for tomorrow’s meeting, and I don’t want her worrying or something.”

For most of the night, I cleared the rust from my flute, dancing and singing skills and tried to get a better, more graceful posture as I poured tea and had to keep a straight, demure face at all times, no matter what my beloved would say to get a raise out of me or anything similar.

Consequently, Kinshiro would go over everything he had to talk to Tori, all the papers and personal requests from his higher ups, and it was truly one of the longest nights either of us ever had.

When we were finally done with work, we went to cuddle in our futons, and just before I fell asleep with him stroking my hair soothingly, I heard him softly mutter a loving ‘I love you’.

The next day I was physically unable to express any kind of emotion on my face, and that was for the best, thankfully, as I let Aoi and Hotaka help me out with the kimono, and I swear, the most annoying thing about this whole ordeal is how incredibly long it takes to get everything one perfectly.

But the end result left everyone mesmerised, and I couldn’t recognise myself...Again. It took everything out of Kinshiro not to hug or kiss me in that exact second, but he’ll have to keep it for after this whole mummer’s show.

As everyone was in position, I waited for the South Ward’s magistrate to bring that jerk to our room, where I was ( not so ) patiently waiting on the pillow in front of the table, ready to pour the prepared tea, while I sometimes spoke with Soji up above, fearing that he’d get tired sooner or later.

The rea challenge came as soon as the paper door opened and the North’s magistrate got in, a lecherous smirk painting his ugly face as soon as his eyes spotted my waiting form.

Despite pretending not to be completely indifferent to their conversation as I practiced my arts, occasionally pouring tea, at first, only to get changed to sake later, I was paying attention to each and every word both of them would utter, especially the aggressive ones that failed to be concealed under the veil of politeness from the North’s magistrate who had no idea what civilisation meant.

Which is exactly why, just as expected, once I went to refill his sake cup the 4th time, he grabbed me harshly by the waist and I fell in his arms with a surprised squeak, unable to breathe from the shock.  After a few seconds of barely keeping myself not to strangle the shameless drunk on the spot, Kinshiro raised to his feet and helped me up, motioning for me to sit on the pillow next to him, scolding Tori for not knowing proper etiquette, then offering to take him out of there since he wasn’t lucid enough to talk business anymore.

And thankfully, they left, and as soon as the door closed behind them, Soji was able to jump down, his limbs aching, most likely, but I didn’t move from my spot, letting my emotions bubble inside of me until my lover came back, knowing he was the only person able to calm me down when I was like this.

I could tell by the heavy, yet paced footsteps that the person approaching was Kinshiro, and as the door opened, I jolted to my feet, my expression clearly pissed off.

“DO I LOOK LIKE A FUCKING WHORE TO HIM?!” the rage was obvious from both my voice and the twisted expression on my face, as I was trying to rush out of the place, to kill him, only to be hugged from behind, around my waist, Kinshiro’s arms securing me in my place. “Calm down, Y/N. He’s gone now, and we can’t kill him yet, we have to make a set up. We will do it soon, and I will let you and Yui take him down with your own hands.” Kinshiro reassured me, only for me to rapidly snatch the sharp ornamental needle accessory from my hair, letting it cascade down my back elegantly, a clear antithesis with the bloodlust I was feeling right now. “My weapon is ready to drink his blood. It better be soon, or I’ll get really angry.” I still struggled in his grasp instinctively, but I knew it was no use - At least for now. “It’s good that everyone was present so they could hear what was going on, so now we can come up with a flawless plan and finally make everyone’s wish come true. Tori has been a nuisance for so many people over the past years and we can finally get revenge for all the atrocities he’s done.” Kin managed to calm me down, patting my hair as he talked to all the vigilantes. “We’ll need everyone’s help, but I’m sure that together we can do anything.” I nodded in agreement, instructing them along with their leader on what to do further from now on until we properly get the plan finished. “You were really brave, Y/N! Please go home and relax now, you deserve it!” Yui encouraged me, and I could only snort in mock amusement, grabbing Kin’s wrist and getting out, ruffling the girl’s hair as I passed by her. “Thanks for tonight as well, Sion.” I signaled to him quickly, eager to just get home already.

As soon as we got to our home, Kinshiro picked me up and got me to our room, carefully placing me on his lap, my legs straddling him as his hands cupped my face. We shared a few seconds, just looking each other in the eyes, before placing a tender kiss on my lips, and then another, and another, each one with more warmth and passion, eclipsing the previous one.

“Kin...You should let me get in my sleeping wear. You’ll get make up all over yourself, and it doesn’t taste good at all.” I blushed softly, my arms resting on his shoulders, our foreheads touching, offering a secure sense of intimacy. “I’ll wash your make up, but after. Right now, all I need is you, and to make sure you can’t feel his disgusting touch anymore. You did an amazing job, my love, but I’m sorry that had to happen.” he sighed, muttering in the crook of my neck, as he carefully caressed the kimono off my shoulders, leaving my cleavage be shown, just as the rich courtesans do. “It’s alright, my love. You protected me, as you always do, and I’m forever grateful that I met you, and that I was lucky enough to have a man love me endlessly and show me that it’s alright to be myself.” my fingers ran through his smooth hair, taking it out from his ponytail, making it fall in green waves down his shoulders. “You’re too kind to me, Y/N. Let me show you my appreciation to you, darling.” despite living alone, only the two of us, the amount of time we get to be intimate like this and just show each other how much we treasure everything about them, with no inhibitions or restrictions...Just the two of us, in our own world, and nothing else to bring us back to real life.

Since we all were incredibly nervous, almost trebling with anticipation and bloodlust, but finally, we planned everything to the littlest detail, enough to unmask Tori to the shogunate for the illicit deeds he was doing, then we dealt with his henchmen, unveiled his secret warehouse and made sure the foreigner won’t bother us, and that we, in turn, won’t bother him...Foreign affairs are a drag.

Soji, Aoi and Sion dealt with the guarding henchmen, then made sure Yui was safe until I dealt with Tori, so we can both impale him, since he wronged the both of us. With a subtle sign from Soji, I leaped from the roof right behind Tori, in a lonely, dark alley, and went to strike him, but apparently he was expecting it, as my sword quickly got parried and he managed to jump away from me.

He kept talk and talking, trying to inquire who I was, why did I want to kill him and all that stuff, but I knew better than to let my emotions get the best of me, or give him a hint of my identity until I was sure he was dead for real.

However, as soon as I managed to unarm him, his katana flying out of his grasp, I felt the cold metal of a gun barrel to my temple, and the atmosphere changed into a much eerier one.

“Miss, I believe you are a much more talented assassin than your male colleagues, not to mention, you are a true beauty. If I didn’t know better, I’d have liked for you to come with me back to my home. I would have spoiled you with the most lavish luxuries you may not even be able to imagine.” Willem spoke with a feign pity in his voice, which only made me chuckle lowly. “If I didn’t already have a husband, I would have killed Tori and eloped with you. Alas, maybe in another life.” I shrugged, letting my sword drop to the ground, because, for some reason, I didn’t actually feel any kind of true malice in his actions. “Yes, yes, Toyama is a lucky man, I’d say. Well, it is in my moral code not to kill such a beauty, so I propose a truce, to you, and your ridiculous band of assassins that think I haven’t spotted them up there on the roof, along with the younger girl you eavesdropped with previously.” the blond took away the gun, taking a step to the right, allowing the vigilantes to see me again now, as previously, Willem’s tall, broad form completely eclipsed me. “You sure know everything, don’t you, Willem?  Yes, I’m sure you completely figured out our plan anyway, which is why you’re here. I can presume you’re going to abuse your foreigner privilege, aren’t you? As you may already be away, we took this into account, and I’m telling you, our main goal was revenge on Tori for killing both my and Yui’s parents, along with numerous other atrocities. If you don’t bother out plans, you can go back to your country as if you were never even here, and still get the money this guy promised you. Two different people, two different businesses, as if we’ve never met. Is that alright with you?” I asked, proposing my end of the deal, which seemed to please him very much. “If you take your hair out of your pony tail and let me see your face, then yes, I will agree. I want to see a fierce, untameable and brave, beautiful woman who does as she wishes, before I return home. As you can imagine, there aren’t many women as enticing as you, I’m almost tempted to just kindap you.” Willem kept talking as I ruffled my hair, letting it gracefully fall down my back, framing my face delicately, then removed the mask from my face, extending my hand for him to shake so we can finish this truce already, but as soon as he shook my hand, he lifted my chin, kissing my forehead, then disappeared, shocking everyone, without a doubt. “Well, there we go, Tori. It seems your darling foreigner favoured me. Now then, are you ready for your judgement time?” I chuckled, signaling for the others to leap down, as I took out Yui’s dagger from underneath my assassin gear. “Tsk, women are such a nuisance. You take everything personally. Both of you would have been better off dead than alive. Once you kill me, that stupid Toyama will have only problems piled on him, and you will forever be haunted by the fact that you are nothing more than murderers, just like me.” Tori threatened, but as he stepped backwards, he was met with Aoi’s hair needle, prickling at his throat, rendering him unable to move. “Ready, Yui?” I asked, handing her the dagger and putting my hands over hers, both to stop the shaking, and to make sure the deed is done. “...Yes, I am.” despite the obvious fear she held, her voice didn’t tremble, so I counted for her up to three, and telling her to keep herself steady, I plunged the dagger deep into our common enemy’s chest.

But he wasn’t yet dead, and I could feel that Yui was fine with the fatal wound she inflicted...But I wasn’t. I grasped her shoulders and turned her around as I took out the dagger, wiped the blood on my clothes and handed it back to her, before taking out my own  hair needle and repeatedly stabbed it into his face, feeling a burning sense of satisfaction hearing the desperate shrieks of agony he let out.

Before I could properly finish him off, I felt myself dragged away by a pair of strong arms who then took away the weapon from my hand, throwing it far away.

“That’s enough, Y/N. You’ve got your revenge. He’s dead. Now allow yourself to enjoy what happened and calm down. It’s over, alright? It’s all over. Everything will be fine now. You don’t have to ever get violent again. It’s alright, Y/N, my dear, you’re safe. He won’t ever harm you, Yui, nor anyone ever again, I promise you. I promise.” Kinshiro cupped my face, making sure I look at him in the eyes as he spoke, as this was really the only way he could get me to hear anything when I was in my Assassin mode, and thankfully, my muscles relaxed feeling his warm touch. “Okay...Okay...Yeah, you’re right...But it felt damn good....And now it’s over...No more of this mess with Tori...Everything else will be nothing but small fishes. That’s great.” I gingerly placed my palms on his chest, tracing them upwards so I could grasp his shoulders to keep myself sustained. “That’s right, dear, things will only get better from now on. For all of us, including the people from the North. Everyone will benefit now that it’s done. You won’t have to keep being stressed over revenge, and Yui can finally live a normal life...With the one she loves.” Kin winked at me, nodding his head toward the purple haired assassin who was holding the girl protectively in his arms. “Yeah...You are right....Kin?” I called out to him, smiling softly. “Let’s go home.” my grin widened as soon as he started smiling as well. “Let’s go home.” he agreed as he picked me up bridal style with shocking ease, then started walking towards our home, as we giggled at each other like little mischievous children.

As Kinshiro declared the mission was a success, he let the vigilantes scatter and get a good rest, for the next day we will meet to share the reward for killing Tori and everything, then we finally went home.

I don’t think I ever felt better in my life, nor did I ever feel safer, warmer, more loved or anything, but I was genuinely happy that I had no need to stress or feel angry over injustices like this.

Life was finally making much more sense now, and thankfully, I can continue doing whatever I wanted to do, be it Kabuki theater, being a waitress, an assassin, or a Geisha for Kinshiro, and none of the fun or gleam of life will ever subside.

All was finally well.

[boldlynyooming]

Elnor being smothered by kittens, a la the "where's the babies" video on YouTube

Elnor didn’t quite know how he got into his current… predicament.

He had beamed down to the planetside, ignoring Picard’s plea not to come with him. The planet was dangerous, Picard had said. However, the La Sirena needed some refined dilithium crystals, which was the sole reason why they made this stop. If the planet was truly dangerous, Elnor had argued, that was more the reason he had to go with the old man.

They were sitting cross-legged on the floor, while Picard talked to the locals, when Elnor noticed half a dozen little four-legged furred creatures shakily making their way toward him. They were small, really small — so small that one could fit in Elnor’s palm — with little triangle ears on the top of their head. 

“Admiral, look!” Elnor called the old man, just as the little creatures began to climb him as if he was a tree.

Picard looked confused, before he turned to face the purple-skinned locals. 

“You have cats?” he asked, perplexed.

“These are cats?” Elnor asked, delighted.

“We made contact with Humans two hundred years ago and one of the crew had these ferocious little creatures”, one of the locals answered. “We took a couple in, and trained them.”

“Trained them for what?” Picard asked. Elnor would have noticed the wariness in his voice had the cats not begun gnawing at him, their little teeth sinking into his skin.

“They are gnawing at me!” he told Picard excitedly. The locals were right — the cats were ferocious, it was adorable.

“Why, we trained them to attack and eat flesh, of course”, the local answered. “Now, hand over the latinums before the boy gets eaten alive.”

Picard cussed uncharacteristically.

—

“I’m just saying, that fight could have ended much quicker if Elnor did not get distracted the whole time”, Rios ranted once Picard and Elnor were back on La Sirena. The EMH was applying dermal regenerator to the wounds all over Elnor’s arms and hands. At least they had stopped bleeding.

“I could not attack the cats”, Elnor admitted, wincing when a particularly nasty wound knitted itself back. “They are too adorable to kill.”

“Oh for—” Rios sighed and rubbed his face. “They are no longer cats — they’re abomination, is what they are.”

Then, as if on cue, a squeaky mew could be heard. The bridge fell into silence.

“Elnor?” Picard broke the silence and glared at him.

“You didn’t”, Dr. Jurati said.

Elnor guiltily took out a cat from the folds of his robe. It still tried to gnaw at his finger, but Elnor had learned that it would stop from doing so when he rubbed the creature’s flank. The whole crew groaned, even Picard.

“Oh hell no”, Rios said. “Hell no! I don’t want any flesh-eating mutated kitten aboard my ship. You throw that thing out of the airlock or I’m doing it myself.”

“No! She’s mine!” Elnor cried out defensively and held the cat close to his chest. “I’m naming her Uan.” He rubbed his finger on the cat’s cheek and she closed her eyes as if she was enjoying the attention he gave her. “Isn’t she adorable?”

“In his defense, the Romulans have domesticated scarier creatures”, Soji said. “Like warrigul.”

“Don’t give the kid ideas”, Raffi warned her.

[july-19th-club]

about to just start inventing picard episodes

star trek picard episode whatever “Electric Sheep”: Cris, Raffi, and the gang beam down to pick up supplies for malfunctioning holograms. Soji and Geordi conduct an experiment on lucid dreaming. (geordi’s here because i love him and the experiment they’re doing is ‘if soji puts enough parts of her brain in sleep mode can she or geordi talk to a remnant of her dad in there’ and the result is ‘yes and there are seventeen individual lines of dialogue that will have you bawling like a baby’. then they have to pilot la sirena out of a contested patch of space together because they accidentally let her drift while they were doing weird science and everybody else is planetside having wacky market haggling shenanigans and emmett & enoch are still not online. do they sit in The Correct Spots On The Bridge? brother, it’s the only reason the scene exists)

star trek picard episode whatever 2 electric boogaloo “Dinner and a Holonovel”: Raffi and Seven go on their first official date. Meanwhile, La Sirena receives a coded message from one of Raffi’s mysterious contacts. (in this one Raf and Sev get dressed up but they’re both sort of uncomfortable doing so and they try to have a date but neither of them are enjoying themselves trying to be normal, because Raf’s an old reprobate who’s definitely forgotten how to Have Fun With Others and Sev never learned because it wasn’t relevant to her interests. but then they wind up in some trouble(maybe they deliberately seek it out sort of unconsciously bc they’re bored) and it becomes a fun bar fight date that they really enjoy. everybody else is playing twenty questions trying to figure out this weirdly-encoded message for her bc she’s busy. they come back all bruised and grinning and the whole gang looks up at them with this half-decoded message and is like what kind of life do you lead).

star trek picard episode whatever 2 the sequel “Dr. and Mr. Smith”: Raffi’s contact has asked the crew for their help in a...discreet political matter. (it’s a reverse heist episode starring everyone’s two favorite sort-of-semi-retired-?-spies (if we are spies no we are not. yes we are. no <3). julian and raffi have a very good rapport and sev and garak don’t understand each other AT ALL. yes they are together in this one. no i dont think we need much backstory on when or how it happened i will leave that to the experts and their fucking youtube plays. keep up the good work. what are they reverse-stealing? idk yet it’s just a vehicle for character dynamics anyway).

star trek picard episode we cry a lot “The Daughters”: Soji confronts her legacy when an old friend of her fathers hails La Sirena, eager to repay a debt. (although to be honest, when is our sweet girl NOT confronting her legacy? that bitch is all legacy; she’s got legacy frankly oozing out of her positronic pores. this is partly a story about soji, but it takes a while to get there. first it’s the story of Sarge, who had an imaginary friend when she was six...

she can’t pinpoint exactly when she came up with him, and she doesn’t even remember what she named him - but she knows it happened sometime around the evacuations, and when they all moved back home and the world started growing again - lush and fast from the rich volcanic soil - she used to spend hours playing around with her birthday-gift radio set, ‘talking’ to her imaginary friend. of course, she never got actual replies, but as she aged out of the phase she retained an interest in radio and communications, and her parents indulged it and bought her more and better equipment, enrolled her in science programs, fed her curiosity. until one day as a young adult doing a school project on theoretical outer space transmissions, she arrived at a theory which (she later describes it as a CLICK, like something is settling into place in her brain) could account for the existence of extraterrestrial life, just out of reach. and perhaps, she posits in her presentation, the reason no aliens had yet contacted her world had little to do with them not being there and much to do with them choosing not to respond. the goal, she concluded, was to continue reaching out - to close the gap. she wrapped up the presentation with a nod to nostalgia. “And maybe someday, those friends will be imaginary no more.”

she wins an award for the project, and begins work in her chosen field that’s extremely rewarding, but it is still years before she reaches her second conclusion: the logical leap that if future alien contact was not only possible but likely, her imaginary friend might have been a real person after all. she brings this idea up with her mother one night over dinner, and her mother is somewhat alarmed - what do you mean you think you were talking to aliens, you couldn’t do that on a child’s transmitter kit, adults??? adult aliens? what are you saying they said to you? - but she can’t answer. she doesn’t have clear memories of that time, only an unshakeable conviction that the life she may have contacted is closer than anyone could possibly imagine. and so she starts a new project. she digs out the old childhood kit, fiddles with the dials, finds the frequency she used to tune it to. in her mind’s eye there’s the impression of a clear, frank voice, but no words. she tunes her own, more modern and complex instruments, to the same frequency, and keeps listening.

one day, she hears something. this time, she doesn’t talk first. the next few months are a whirlwind of information-gathering. there are people out there. whole societies. she pieces together the basics of what she’ll eventually learn is the prime directive; enough ships pass by the atmosphere of her world that she’s able to form a working conclusion as to why the come close but never hail. they know we’re down here, she thinks, they just think we’re not ready.

and maybe they don’t have the kind of boats that could get you that far into the sky. but she’s always been resourceful. she picks up a new frequency, and starts listening to starfleet. and after a few months of listening and planning, she starts packing. she takes the kiddie transmitter kit, she takes clothing designed for all-weather wilderness exposure, she takes the kind of emergency preserved food that people used to keep by the pallet in case of earthquake, and she takes a few other trinkets she can’t live without. and when the time is right, she hails. it might be a combination of luck or goodwill, but she manages to convince a passing freighter that she is the stranded comms officer of a downed private ship, the only survivor of the wreck hiding out on a pre-warp world. they beam her up and the first few weeks are very touch-and-go, but she manages to convince them she belongs up here, that the people who look like her are very far away and not just under their feet, darting around her green little world like a hill of bugs under the eyes of giant birds. she gets off at the nearest starbase, and she starts exploring.

she takes numerous vessels to numerous worlds, gathering information all the time. she starts calling herself Sarge, instead of Sarjenka, and it makes people think she’s a military type and nobody bothers her. she stops at a library planet for a month and researches everything she can about the major governing systems in the galaxy. without much to go on - no name, only a vague physical description (tall? pale? humanoid?) - it’s hard to determine exactly what kind of vessel the Friend would have been on, if indeed he existed. the yellow clothes, one of her few clear recollections, lead her to guess starfleet, but starfleet is a massive organization and so many of its vessels have come near her homeworld that it seems unlikely she’ll be able to narrow it down like that. so she tries a different tack, searching for the other two vague faces that she can bring to mind. one is a middle-aged woman, humanoid, but the search turns up nothing; the woman is a doctor who has retired from the organization and now works at a teaching hospital near vulcan. the other is a bald man with a deep voice, humanoid, and his record turns up an absolute deluge of information. she skips past most of it; she’s inpatient now, if anyone knows about the Friend he will, and so she checks his last known location. on board the private supply-class ship La Sirena, captained by ex-starfleet officer Cristobal Rios. Rios is tall, dark-haired, and humanoid, but absolutely nothing about him rings that little mental bell. she checks his last docking location. the ship visited a reclamation site briefly, and then disappears from the record.

but Sarge is nothing if not a searcher, so she adjusts her frequencies and tries again. it’s months before they’re in proximity to one another, months in which she’s taken the opportunity to secure her own vessel, a little rented, dented passenger bucket that’s probably worth more in repairs than the price she got it for. but she trades radio repairs for ship repairs at the port where she buys it, looks up its name (Avis) and finds it acceptable, and then she’s in the sky. she tools around exploring new bases and stations, and keeps the hail open. and one day, it’s answered. a human voice answers. “Avis, we read you. What can we do for you?” they go on-screen with each other, and she sees first the captain - the bearded guy - and then...him. the old man. he is an old man, the bald guy, and his eyebrows raise when he sees her come on the viewer.

“Permission to come on board?” she asks. “I have something which might belong to one of you.”

the old man looks wary for a moment, but then he turns to someone behind him, they exchange some quiet words, and he nods. “Permission granted.”

there’s a young woman waiting for her at the transport platform. shorter than her by a good half meter, humanoid. pale. “Dr. Soji Asha,” she says, “You look...”

and Sarge could swear she’s about to say ‘familiar.’

“Sarge,” she says, and the woman’s small hand grasps her long one in a firm shake, and then waits patiently while Sarge performs greeting, letting her fingers just-not-rest on the woman’s shoulders and arms. “I’m actually looking for an old friend of mine, and I thought you might have his whereabouts. Tall, pale, starfleet officer? Ops gold. I know that’s not much to go on, but if it helps, he would have once contacted and established a rapport with pre-warp Drema IV? Humanoid, but not human. He...” It’s weird. standing here, explaining herself to this quietly-held young woman, Sarge is able to articulate better than ever before her half-formed memories. “He told me once he was a machine.” and then, like another CLICK is settling, she has a name. At last. “Data.” I knew he’d had a name.

the woman’s face lights up and falls in such swift motion it is hard to tell which comes first - the recognition or the sorrow. but they’re both there, clear and present. “Dad died almost twenty years ago,” she says. “But if it helps, I have a positronic clone of his brain.”

Sarge starts laughing; she doesn’t mean to, but the way the woman - Soji - says it, so matter-of-fact, so frank...she stops herself before it’s rude, but Soji’s laughing too. “Sorry, I -”

“No, don’t - how do you - how did you know Dad? Come on, come with me -”

“What happened? I didn’t know him for long, I barely remembered him, but I knew he existed -”

“That’s a long story. Do you want to meet the crew?”

Soji reaches for her hand, and with a feeling of mechanisms interlocking as they properly should, she takes it. they start walking. “Oh.” She’s almost forgotten. “If...if he’s not around to take it back, then this might belong to you.” She reaches in her pocket and holds it out: a small, ceramic singing bird.)

[discotreque]

Picard 1.09: Et in Arcadia Ego, Part 1

And we're back to a 45 minute runtime this week. But why? Imagine a version of this episode that was as leisurely and intimate as "Nepenthe," with time to really luxuriate in all these interesting new characters and situations. Instead it felt like an all-out race to... well, the middle, because the second half of this story won't come out for another week.

This is immensely frustrating for me because I'm a fast reader. Shorter novels I tend to finish in one sitting; a big doorstopper might take me two or three sessions max. Never in my life have I encountered a story with a pre-existing emotional connection, characters I liked right away, a plot that started with an interesting mystery—and then rationed that story out to myself in ten small doses, each a week apart. I'd slap you for suggesting it!

If this were a more episodic show—even only as episodic as Disco, which still has the obligatory Big Arcs—or if they dumped the whole season at once, I'd be a lot less frustrated. But releasing a "10-part movie" with a week between each part? I'm not loving it.

My complaints are general; my praise is specific. And contains spoilers:

Accountability update: I get half points at best. Last week I did correctly predict that Brent Spiner was going to come back—but as a synth like Soji, just in the form of an old man instead of a young woman. Did anybody suspect a previously unknown biological son of Soong was in the cards? I sure as hell didn't.

The surprise of that twist bodes well for more fun surprises next week, doesn't it? If they kept Brent Spiner a secret, they could keep Michael Dorn and Gates McFadden a secret too...

I loved the new effects for the transwarp conduit. They feel very of a piece with the new at-warp-speed effects. The old slow, streaky stars were a pretty and interesting effect, but they only connoted speed in an abstract, pseudo-scientific way. The zoomy new warp drive makes no pretensions to "accuracy," it just feels fast. And the transwarp conduit feels appropriately like warp drive on fast-forward—which is to say, kind of terrifying!

When Narek (ugh) is first shooting at La Sirena, there's a wide shot of the crew, and out the window behind them you can see disruptor bolts passing by and casting green light into the bridge. Extremely sexy work, VFX team.

"There's a difference between killing an attacking enemy and watching a wounded one die." Yeah, Picard, the second one's a lot less work.

Speaking of sexy VFX, how about those space orchids?

That "old" medical tricorder looks newer than anything we've seen before. I wanted a much closer look.

"Oh hey, by the way, everyone, I'm dying, now shut up about it." That's our Jean-Luc!

Prop of the week: that crazy soccer ball Rios briefly interacts with as they arrive in Synthville.

After Dahj died, Isa Briones didn't have much interesting to do as Soji for the first half of the season, but since joining up with the rest of the main cast, she's quickly becoming one of my favourites. I have no idea where this story is going to go next week, or what's going to happen to Soji (or Sutra (or anyone)) next season, but I hope Isa sticks around somehow—she’s terrific.

Star Trek has a long and gross history of objectifying Jeri Ryan when all they had to do was put her in a t-shirt and a leather jacket. I'm just... I'm so gay for Seven of Nine, you guys.

I would be 100% more interested in a Seven-and-Elnor series than this alleged Section 31 show we're getting.

Imagine the casting call for the androids in this episode: "Identical twins needed. Ages 20-30. Any race, any accent. Must be sexy as hell."

I love that at least some of the androids have names that fit in with the naming scheme of "Data" and "Lore": Saga (RIP), Arcana, Codex, Rune, and Sutra. I'm not familiar with a language where the word "Jana" means anything information-related, though.

Isa Briones is the MVP this week for sure. Dahj and Soji felt very distinct as people, and now we meet Sutra, who's nothing like either of them. She's creepy as hell, for one thing, and you fully believe she is capable of murder—several times this episode I expected her to reach out and snap a main character's neck. And who knows, next week she might!

I like this interpretation of the Admonition better than the Zhat Vash's. It's not a woo-woo prophesy, and thank fuck there's no time travel bullshit involved—it's a commercial, basically, for a hyper-advanced alliance of synthetic life. Call 1-800-FUCK-ORGANICS and they'll come clear up that little infestation for you.

But what I'm really hoping is that Sutra doesn't have the whole story either. What if the purpose of this alliance isn't to destroy organic oppressors, but mediate peace between organics and synthetics? Or what if they just scoop up all the synths and take them to safety wherever they normally live?

I just really, really don't want the heart of this story to be an evil AI, or even neutral AI vs. evil humans/Romulans. There are way more interesting stories to tell.

Spot II is a good baby and I love him. (RIP Spot the First, I guess.)

Still don't really have any feelings about Rios/Jurati but it's sweet that he's so soft with her.

That scene between Picard and Raffi though... my heart... my whole entire heart......

The fact that Jean-Luc couldn't get through to Starfleet feels extremely fucking ominous to me.

Narek still sucks and he's SO boring. How boring is he? In that scene between him and Soji, I was mostly focused on how the force field kept lighting up when Soji breathed on it—another subtle and sexy VFX moment.

Poor, sweet Saga. Later models didn't cram the entire positronic net into one single eyeball, an obvious design flaw in retrospect given its extreme vulnerability to injury. :(

And just as things are getting interesting...

It's hard to pass any kind of judgement on something that's clearly only half of a whole, but it certainly made me want to watch Part 2. See y'all here next week for the grand finale.

[annikasevenshots]

Star Trek Picard: S2E5 Reaction (spoilers!)

Borg Queen drinking in radio soup... yes

borg queen stirring shit up WHY

Also borg queen using agnes' voice first... girl... 😳

Seven and Raffi DOMESTIC FIGHT OH GOD

"Raffi... please." AND RAFFI LISTENING AND RELENTING??????? WHAT THE HELL?????

SEVEN BRINGING UP ELNOR????????? AND GABE?????? WHAT THE HELL?????????

okay so raffi fights and seven flies i want to DIE

“what doesn’t move is vulnerable” okay why you gotta attack me like this

"I've got your back, you've got mine, right?" I CANNOT I CANNOT KILL ME RIGHT THIS INSTANT I CANT DEAL WITH THIS ANYMORE

raffi seeing elnor...........................................................

GARY SEVEN?????? HOLY SHIT

Is this one of the first times they're openly talking about depression on Trek?

DR SOONG?????,???? DR S

HE'S DRIVING A TESLA???????????? PH HMUGOD

soji soji soji soji soji soji soji!!!!!!!!! <3

okay fine maybe kore not soji but ISA BRIONES MY BELOVED

she's really tempting me to cut my hair like that grrrrrrrrrrrrr

"I want to learn to swim" KORE BABY YOUR DAD HAS A LITERAL POOL

wait no why is she dying. i hate it here. i'm already attached to her do NOT take her away i swear to g

"Check your 3D printer ;-)" oh god will 2024 sexting be 3d printing dicks

Why are the police still involved in star trek picard. Go away <3

Also yes love how much we're seeing of the La Sirena in this episode, gotta be a good thing for the Mapping La Sirena Project! <3

Picard having tea with milk????? Who are you and what have you done to earl grey, hot

Why does Agnes wake up with perfect hair, thanks i hate it

WHY ARE THE BORG QUEEN'S TENTACLES SLIMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Agnes with a gun is so sexy of her

Yeah Borg Queen really be acting of the..,... Fruity Nature like "I'm the only one who has seen all of you"???

Now hold on... Dr Soong's quarantine shields for Kore are the same as the ones they use in 24th century Bad Timeline... hold on i'm connecting the dots

KORE SWIMMING <33333 LITTLE BABY GIRL FLOATING IN MOTION <333333333

"Patience implies time" hmmmmmmmmmmM

"There's no one we can trust more" -pans to space idiots (affectionate) dragging dead body across the floor- WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT STAR TREK PICARD BEING A COMEDY LMFAOOOOOOO

Raffi and Picard having that chat... ended stand up comedy actually

also i love their little rapport and how they kind of gently press each other about their relationships, it’s so nice to see

I love it that everyone is all back together by the way <3 Found family <3

What do you mean they can't bring everyone to the gala???????? WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE CANT SEE EVERYONE IN FANCY DRESSES, LITERALLY SHUT UP

also i hate this because i've been writing a champagne reception Saffi fic and now it'll look like i lifted it from this episode

"Intro to Antique Coding" CUUUUUTE

Mmmm fly me to the moooon

Agnes looks so GOOD 😭

YIKES THE WAY AGNES WAS ASSIMILATED THOUGH

YIKES THE WAY AGNES AND THE BORG QUEEN ARE "BESTIES" NOW

In conclusion, this episode was great. Super compelling. Now give me Raffi and Seven in evening dresses/tuxes 🤠🤝