#not convenient for doing a job where you teach other human beings if the mask breaks midshift!

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might make chuuya a sona as a gift

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life is full of ups and downs downs downs downs dow

loredump under the cut. not kidding when I say its gonna be long!

oh shit you actually clicked keep reading thank you for your interest 😭😭😭

YOU KNOW THE DRILL tw // suggestive dont read ahead if youre uncomfortable with the topic of aphrodisiacs! 

MIDDLE SCHOOL 

before anything, I gotta explain he was born to parents who had an infatuation quirk (makes them hardcore fall in love with you) and an infection quirk (transmits a virus via saliva)  

developed his quirk late, since they usually get it by the time kids are four 

most people knew him as quirkless before the first incident 

in middle school, his class was preparing for a school play, he and his classmate got cast as the main lead prince and princess 

coincidentally, they both had a crush on each other and had a scene where they kissed

technically they weren’t supposed to, since its just a play, but one time they were practicing in private and wanted to try kissing “for real”

so they shared a super giggly cute middle school first kiss but well UNFORTUNATELY FOR HIM HIS QUIRK HAD WELL DEVELOPED– 

BADABING BADABOOM YOU HAVE AN IMAGINATION USE IT

the only way for the quirk’s effects to go away is to come at least once or pleasuring yourself until it goes away

I DO NOT WANT TO IMAGINE IT BUT. IMAGINE BEING A TEACHER AND FINDING A MIDDLE SCHOOLER WHO DOES NOT KNOW WHAT IS HAPPENING TO HER AND AN ADULT IS FORCED TO TELL HER HOW TO MAKE IT GO AWAY LLLLIKE–

rip now that I’m thinking abt it, I don’t even think anybody would even kNOW HOW TO MAKE IT GO AWAY so lets imagine she painfully stays that way until they figure out how to make it stop :^(

there’s a big fight that happens between the teachers, principal, and parents of both parties 

of course the crush’s parents got mad and called their kid a fuckin uhhhhh sexual predator or some shit despite also beING THE SAME AGE AND NOT EVEN KNOWING ABT HIS OWN QUIRK LIKE HELLLO

obviously an incident like this is going to spread like wildfire but the principal does not want something like this to leak, especially since it was not on purpose and was a total accident 

the other kid’s parents and some teachers did not feel comfortable however, and sato was forced to drop out

but not wanting to spread the gossip about their son’s quirk and the incident, they leave the town and move someplace else

thankfully, the principal gives the sato family his good grades and a recommendation to a decent highschool for the trouble

they’re originally from osaka, but moved to tokyo 

this is where they start taking precautions with sato, basically teaching him to be careful with his saliva 

it was easily taught and learned esp since the mom was already like that around him and others everyday anyway!! she has to take care of her saliva-based infection quirk, after all 

HIGH SCHOOL

he got enrolled into a regular highschool in tokyo

no hero course, no support course, no business, just a regular ol’ school

if before, he loved surrounding himself with people, this was where he was forced to develop a lonely disposition to protect himself and others

at least his parents were very protective and supportive of him and they were generally a happy family!

but in school, pretending to be quirkless was just as difficult, getting bullied or pitied for having no special abilities 

his excuse for wearing a mask all the time was because his mother had a virus-related quirk, and had to be careful 

one day his dad was suddenly got really, really sick

the more he had an excuse to wear a mask because he didnt want to get whatever disease his father started to develop 

sato started thinking it could be his mother (but why?) the results didn’t say anything about an unknown virus killing him (which is his mom’s quirk), and that his father really did contract a strong yet very normal disease 

while on his second year in highschool, his father, yozo sato, died 

apparently, without him knowing anything about his parents, his mother, oba sato, was actually under the dad’s infatuation quirk this whole time

she realised she wasn’t really in love with him when oba had accidentally allowed a drop of her saliva to fall into the meal she was making him, making him sick, and therefore making him weak enough to deactivate his quirk on her 

oba, back in her college years, wanted to marry someone else but yozo, who had a crush on her wanted her to himself, used his quirk to make him fall in love with her 

so in revenge for making her put up with him all these years to the point of marriage and having a kid, she continued to do this to his food 

her quirk doesn’t make anybody sick enough to die, but it made her husband’s immune system weak enough to the point that it contracted a real, serious disease which he ended up dying from instead 

sato only finds out the real story when he graduates from highschool, days right after his graduation the mom confesses it all 

she does say she truly loves him, but can’t stay around him knowing he was technically “unconsensual love”

sato gets reminded of what his quirk does, and true enough, that’s what him and his quirk turned out to be (a sick combination of his mom and his dad) 

they cant bear to be around each other after that revelation and decide to just not see each other again 

COLLEGE YEARS

he enrolls into an education course, inspired by the kind principal who helped him finish his middleschool-highschool education when it all started going downhill 

sato struggles paying for his college fees esp since he doesn’t exactly have his parents supporting him anymore, nor any contact with immediate family 

he has a lot of part time jobs that go all around the clock, he continues pretending to be quirkless so he gets bullied, and has to deal with all that emotional baggage plus being alone so…….clearly my man is TIRED as hell 

his side job hustles include: convenience store cashier, bookstore attendant, bar bouncer, and rookie gym trainer (he went to the local gym long enough for him to get recommended a job as a trainer)

college was that point where he starts developing a hardcore yearning for a companion because oh my god hes so lonELY (but cant)

ANYWAY SO

there’s this bully guy who always picks on him in college (for being “quirkless” and a loner and overall a fuckin weirdo with a mask)

tbh sato doesnt really give a shit he’s so used to it but he doesnt have his mother as an excuse to wear the mask anymore, this is where he starts forming the “I have bad breath” excuse 

“口臭い” (kuchi kusai) translates to “bad breath” or “stinky mouth” so sato unlovingly gets nicknamed “kusato”

one day he’s walking around the campus at night and finds the bully with his gang cornering another quirkless student, with plans of assaulting her 

sato was never the hero type, and was about to ignore the commotion as to not get involved, but something in him moved on its own and he found himself face to face with the gang 

he confronts them, but the bully mocks both him and the girl for not having powers to stop them anyway 

SIKE BITCH sato’s able to easily strike the other two guys, knock them off their feet enough to be able to tug the to-be victim aside, telling her to report them, before asking her to run away as fast as she can

none of the guys want that (they’re all students) so they have a full on brawl (and this isnt hero academy, its a totally normal university so I wouldn’t assume these guys had very impressive quirks)

except the main bully actually has a pretty decent quirk (he’s like a kinda half human half dragon with sharp claws, scales, and dragon eyes) and gets to injure sato with his sharp claws, seriously injuring his face

a part of his ear is also sort of sliced off, which is how his mask gets accidentally removed in the process 

the dragon bully grabs him by the collar and starts angrily shouting at him for ruining his night, being able to do all this shit without a quirk and all and all other derogatory speech 

“Well? what do you have to say for yourself?!“ 

Sato stays silent before spitting right into the bully’s mouth 

The bully drops him immediately, about to angrily fuck him up for doing something super fucking gross but WHOOP WHOOP YOU KNOW WHATS BOUTTA HAPPEN the quirk works immediately and the bully is a TOTAL MESS on the ground 

Im going to TLDR this part cos its…obviously nsfw but like: sato fully embarrasses him in public (beside the bully’s two colleges nonetheless) 

sato stays in the hospital for some time to heal from his wounds 

fortunately, afterwards, the bullies all get expelled 

unfortunately for sato, he also gets expelled for engaging in bad behaviour, and the bully did say what happened to him (and the college principal did not want his…dangerous quirk on campus) so as to lower any incident, all four were expelled 

at least without having to pay for college fees anymore, he could fully focus on paying for food, shelter, and clothes 

minus of course the hospital bills needed to pay plus he got a sick ass scar from it anyway HAHAHAHA BSDJHJRHDHF

ADULT LIFE

he had a lot of jobs here and there, but was more or less doing best as a trainer at a local gym where people weren’t allowed to use their quirks and strengthen their body regularly 

a few years went by and he eventually shrugged off everything that happened in his final college years but one day someone familiar walked into the gym! It was the fellow college student he saved!!!

she became a policewoman who wanted to get stronger in this quirkless friendly gym and hadn’t given up on her dreams of being a “hero,” inspired by how sato saved her that day

sato never really saw himself as some hero, he was left many nights alone thinking about how easily he could become a villain with his quirk, so hearing that really made him happy 

he trains her as her gym coach and she eventually asks him to join her patrol this small part of the city from a gang that was currently going around doing crimes since he’s good at it anyway, saying she could use some extra hands hehe

so yeah!! he does this side gig with her where he patrols alongside her looking for gang crimes and such c:

AND ONE DAY. [WISTFUL SIGH] ONE DAY. HE FINDS SOMEBODY GETTING MUGGED BY A GANG MEMBER AND SAVES………A CERTAIN MAN–

thank you for reading all the way here!!!

feel free to ask for questions or for any clarifications 😭😭😭!!!!!!

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Wallpaper - Reid x Reader

A/N: Hello Lovelies! I attempted some pure fluff this time to show my love to my bby, @spencer-reid-in-a-pool​ ! I wanted to shower her with love and this was the only way I could think how, so I hope you enjoy! Shoutout to @imagining-in-the-margins​ for the adorable prompt! You’re amazing and ily! 

Also shout out to my amazing beta buddies, @sunlight-moonrise​ , @clean-bands-dirty-stories​ , and @definitelynotkatesblog​ !

Spencer Reid x Reader

Category: FLUFFY FLUFF

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 4.2k

Masterlist

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In the world of darkness that surrounds our lives, it’s important to find the light in the world. Luckily for me, our paperwork days meant being sat across from my best friend, Spencer Reid. The man whose smile lit the entire room, who could drop everything in an instant for someone he loves; who makes my days brighter at the simplest, “Hi.” The curly-haired genius spends his days surrounded by the worst humans in existence, using his brain to help the world before helping himself. With his IQ of 187, his mind works a million miles a minute, but sometimes he still needs help. That’s where my job comes in. 

I joined the BAU a year ago, and was instantly drawn to the resident genius. He was timid when I first met him, as if scared the world would break him with everything it decided to throw at the sweet man. Slowly, I captured the heart of our resident genius, who was now my best friend. Over the course of the years, he became my favorite person. On cases, I would make sure he took time to drink water and rest when possible, bringing him snacks when his brain was wrapped in his geological profile. I made it my mission to teach the genius to love himself as much as he loves others. 

Paperwork days were when I really got to see his bright smile and soft laughter. It became a running joke between us. Whenever Spencer would get up to grab us coffee from the kitchen, I would steal his phone to change the wallpaper to something silly. Every time he would check his phone for updates, he would see a new silly picture and grace me with a shining smile and chuckle. Even for these split moments in time, I knew I had distracted him from the morbid things littering our desks. His smile lit up the bullpen, leaving butterflies fluttering around in my stomach, my own smile gracing my lips. He would always shake his head before changing it back, already knowing he would find a new wallpaper later that day. Luckily for me, today was a long, dragging paperday which means I had plenty of time to meet my Spencer-Smile quota for the day. 

First thing this morning, I got my hands on his cell. Pre-coffee brain, the only thing I could think of was the most ridiculous picture of our own Derek Morgan. The image was one Penelope graced me with, a photo he attached when shamelessly flirting with her during our downtime. As quickly as I could, I set the lockscreen and gently placed the device back on his desk, almost in the right spot although I’m sure Spencer would notice it had been moved. I sit back in my chair, slowly starting to spin as I see Spencer make his way back to our desks, two mugs in hand as his glasses begin to slide down the bridge of his nose. I shoot up to wrap my hands around the steaming mug, the warmth like a warm hug. I pull the mug up to my face, smelling the delicious scent of coffee created perfectly to my specifications. Sometimes boy genius’ memory has its perks. Settling back at my desk, I sort through the mound of files for the day in anticipation. 

Looking up from my own cases, I look across to Spencer who has his face buried in a file, his finger trailing down the pages taking my mind into places it shouldn’t go. After an hour he still hasn’t seen his wallpaper, plastering a frown on my face. I pull out my own device, immediately texting a gif of Stitch saying hi to “Pretty Boy”, hearing his phone ding almost immediately. Looking across to Spencer, he almost spits out his coffee seeing the ever flirtatious Derek Morgan gracing his screen. The reaction sent me into a whirlwind of laughter, my head thrown back, almost cackling at the poor man. 

As I calm down, wiping the tears from under my eyes, I see Spencer looking at me with his signature smile, making my heart flutter. 

“That was a good one, Y/N. You really got me this time.” He chuckles, looking at this screen again before looking back at me. “Might have been your best one yet,” he says as he works to change it back. The poor technophobe had to learn because of me how to change his wallpaper since he realized I wouldn’t stop anytime soon. He’s still a tad slow but watching him try to work through it makes my heart happy as I return to my own files. 

As I try to work through my own files, an IM from the tech queen herself pings my computer. 

P.Garcia: “Changed Boy Wonder’s wallpaper again? When are you going to tell him?! Your puppy eyes give you away, darling. You can’t lie to me.”

Y/N: “Darling Penelope, I would never lie to you. Alas, you continue shipping something that will never sail..” I reply to her, hoping she gets the gist.

Although Spencer lives in my thoughts rent free, that’s where he’ll stay. As much as I wanted him in my arms instead, it simply wasn’t going to happen. I close my messages before trying to actually get some work done. I’d rather not stay late yet again due to my tendency to be a bit scatterbrained. 

***

Coffee break number two rolls around and I already have the perfect picture planned. Reid scurries into the kitchen desperate for more coffee and I rush to his desk. Pulling out his phone, I send an image to it before saving it. It is one of my all time favorites. A movie night Spencer and I shared. I convinced him to let me pamper him under the reasoning of some well deserved self-care. Surprisingly, the man went along with my antics, although fighting me on this gem. The image is a sneaky one that Reid doesn’t even know exists. During our self-care night, I tried to take pictures of him looking as cute as ever, but he kept blocking me. Luckily, Spencer fell asleep before his mask came off leaving the perfect opportunity to snap the evidence. There is Spencer in all his glory, curled up on my couch in the light blue robe I saved for him that was covered in little clouds, a purple face-mask clinging to his cheeks, trying to avoid his eyebrows.To top it all off, he wore a bright pink headband to push his hair back decorated with bunny ears. The picture shows the soft side of our boy, a side I wished he would show more. 

Throwing his phone back on his pile of files, I sit back at my desk, nonchalantly sipping my now cold coffee. Seeing Reid shuffle back to his desk, I wait for him to pick up his phone with my mug resting against my mouth. Spencer readjusts his frames as he settles in his chair, looking me in the eyes before looking at his phone. Instead of his normal chuckle, a pout graces his plush lips. Although his lips are normally a favorite of mine to stare at, the pout twists my gut. 

“I thought you didn’t get any pictures of me that night,” he mumbles, giving me puppy eyes that could give mine a run for their money. 

Despite my pride in the picture, his tone makes me feel just a little guilty. “I’m sorry, Spence, I thought you were so cute when you were napping. I didn’t want to make you upset.” I pout, the butterflies disintegrating as the moments pass. Rummaging through my drawer, I find my sack of trail mix and toss it to the dark-eyed man. “Here, take my trail mix, I know it’s your favorite,” I offer, a small smile painted on my face. Spencer’s eyes land on me, lips turning up once more into the smile that never fails to take my breath away. 

“I appreciate it, but I can’t take it. I know it’s basically the only thing you eat on your lunch break.” His call out causes heat to rise into my face. 

I stay insistent though. “I want you to have it. I don’t like making you sad.” I shoot back, giving him my infamous puppy eyes. Even Aaron Hotchner falls for them, there is no way the doctor could resist. 

“Okay,” he starts, automatically having me rush across to his desk to give him the snack. “On one condition,” He finishes, making my face fall once more. Spencer never lets people just give him a present, he always does more for others. “Since you’re giving me your snack, you come with me to get a proper lunch since you need food and I could use the hour away from these files.” He smiles at me, already munching on the trail mix so I have no choice but to agree. 

“Deal. BUT, I want pancakes if we’re going,” I reason with him, plopping back in my chair. 

“IHOP it is.” He chuckles, the sound resonating in my brain as we both hurry through our respective files. 

***

At coffee break number three, Reid stands from his desk, scrunching his nose to fix his glasses as he reaches across to snatch my mug from my desk. Hiding my face in the file until he walks away, I turn to see him shaking his head, knowing I’m about to change his wallpaper yet again. 

Once I see him turn the corner, I stretch over to grab his phone he conveniently left square in the middle of his desk, giving the man yet another excuse to talk to her. Flipping through the camera roll, I hear a chuckle from the desk a few feet away. Looking over, I find the one and only, Derek Morgan shaking his head at me. 

“What’s so funny, Thunder? Sad the attention isn’t on you anymore?” I tease him while trying to find the perfect picture. 

“I just find the pining that goes on between two supposedly brilliant people entertaining.” He chuckles as my jaw drops, turning to him. “Come on, Princess. You don’t think we don’t all know you and Pretty Boy fancy each other, do you? It’s obvious to everyone except the boy himself.”

I shake my head. “He’d never see me that way, Morgan. This is just for shits and giggles.” I breathe out, settling on an image of our feet in front of the TV screen, mismatched socks adorning our feet while “Beauty and the Beast” plays in the background. He sports a neon pink sock along with a navy blue sock covered in planets, while my feet claimed one sock covered in different moon phases, the other covered in little alien creatures. Placing his phone on his desk, I settle back at my own, shooting Morgan a closing, “You’re just seeing things, Morgan.” before burying myself back in the file at hand. 

Moments later, my mug is sat directly in front of me before Reid sits at his own desk. Automatically picking up his phone to check, my tummy flutters at the smile he releases while staring at the screen for a moment before looking at me. Making eye contact, I notice a slight pink tint to his cheeks, before he looks back at the image.

“This might be my favorite one yet,” he murmurs, adjusting his glasses without looking away from the screen. I feel my cheeks heat up, getting warmer by the second, but I cannot tear my eyes from the man who holds my heart without even knowing it. 

***

“Hey Y/N. Ready for lunch?” Spencer asks, tearing my eyes from the IMs Garcia floods me with daily. 

“Ready when you are!” I reply, jumping at the opportunity to get away from the files scattered on my desk. You’d think serial killers would take a day off sometimes. Shuffling to my feet, I grab my keys from my desk and grab Spencer’s hand, dragging him to the elevator with me.

“Seems like it’s more ready when Y/N is.” He chuckles, straightening his glasses once he comes to a stop in front of the silver doors. As we step in, Garcia frantically waves at us, before sprinting into the bullpen as the doors close.

“Well, you’re in luck, Pretty Boy. You get me as your personal chauffeur to lunch.” I beam at him as he goes bug-eyed.

“Lucky? In your death trap, Y/N?” He chuckles, putting a flabbergasted look on my face.

“Hey!” I yell at him, playfully elbowing him in the ribs. “My car has lasted 15 long years I’ll have you know, and she runs as smooth as ever,” I shoot back, immediately leaving him behind when the doors open. “Maybe I’ll just go get pancakes without you then.” It’s playful when I lock all the car doors except for mine, and he knows it.

That doesn’t stop him from playing along. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry Y/N! Will you ever forgive my poor soul?” he jokes, holding both his hands over his heart as he begs for forgiveness. Unlocking the doors, I giggle at his antics before heading to the restaurant. 

***

“Y’all ready to order, or do you need a few more minutes?” The server returns to the table with our coffees, along with an apple juice for my inner child. 

“Yes ma’am. Can I get the plain pancakes with eggs, as well as a side of bacon and sausage?” Spencer asks while gathering both our menus for her. “Of course, sugar. What about you darlin’?” she turns to me as Spencer dumps almost the entire sugar container into his mug. 

“I’ll just have the chocolate chip pancake, please!” I smile at her as I steal what’s left of the sugar from the man across from me. 

“No problem, that’ll be right out for y’all.” She smiles at us before heading off to the kitchen. 

“Did you know chocolate chips were invented by Ruth Wakefield because she decided to chop up a chocolate bar and add it to her cookie batter?” Spencer looks to me as he starts with factoids. “And white chocolate isn’t even truly chocolate! White chocolate is made with a blend of sugar, cocoa butter, milk products, vanilla, and a fatty substance called lecithin. Not that it’s a surprise, considering it doesn’t even taste like chocolate. Probably because it doesn't contain chocolate solids.” he rambles as I stare at him with stars in my eyes. “However, dark chocolate is loaded with organic compounds that are biologically active and function as antioxidants. These include polyphenols, flavanols and catechins, among others. Dark chocolate also has a list of different benefits proven from consumption.” He finishes, taking a sip of his coffee as I continue staring at the man.

“What ever would I do without you, Boy Wonder?” I say, seeing Spencer’s face heat up at my remark as he hides behind his mug. 

“M-me?” He asks, as if he couldn’t believe it. He shakes his head in disbelief before I could respond, showering me with many more factoids while waiting for our food rather than accept my compliment.

“Alright, here’s your food darlin’. Let me know if there’s anything else I could do for y’all.” The server tells us, shooting us a smile before moving onto another table. Spencer takes his time cutting up his food, dousing his plate in more syrup than pancake. Meanwhile, I dig into my pancakes as if it’s the last thing I will ever eat. 

Halfway through my own pancakes, I look up to see Spencer looking directly at me with a look I couldn’t quite distinguish. 

“Why are you staring at me?” I ask him, almost seeming to pull him from a trance before responding. 

“Oh. Uh, you have chocolate on your face.” He tells me, seeing my face flush at the information. I grab my napkin and quickly wipe my lips making sure not to miss a spot. Little did I know, there wasn’t a single speck on my face. 

“Is it gone?” I ask him, hoping not to embarrass myself further. 

“Oh, yeah it’s gone.” he smiles, returning his focus onto his own plate. 

Going back to eating, I keep sneaking pieces of the bacon off Spencer’s plate, causing him to smile each time. 

“Hey Spence. I have a question for you.” I tell him, shoving a piece of bacon in my mouth. 

“And what would that be, Y/N?” He asks me, sipping his coffee. 

“Why is it every time we come here you order sausage and bacon, if you never touch the bacon?” I ask him, looking at him with a puzzled expression. 

“Would you like my honest answer?” He pushes back, as if I would want anything else from him. I nod with a mouth full of pancakes, earning a smile while he responds. “Because I know you’ll always steal the bacon from my plate but will never actually order it yourself.” He smiles at me, returning to his own food leaving me speechless and even more red.

Finishing up our plates, Spencer takes initiative to organize all of the empty dishes so our server has less work. Giggling at his antics, I pull out my phone to check the time, seeing we still have plenty of time before our break is over. 

“Are we getting milkshakes?” he asks me, sipping the last of his coffee before adding the mug to his carefully organized dish-pile. 

“Of course we’re getting milkshakes, what kind of question is that, Spencer?” I look at him, almost appalled he would assume we weren’t. “We each have a sweet tooth I’ve ever seen matched by anyone else, why would you ever assume I would say no to a milkshake?”

“I wasn’t sure if we had the time, I didn’t want to make us late.” He explains, shaking his head yet again at my child-like antics. 

When the server returns, we both order the largest mint-chip shakes they had before returning to our usual banter in waiting. Not long after, the server returned with a single shake. 

“I’m so sorry sugar, apparently we only had enough ingredients for one mint-chip. Can I get y’all something else?” The server asks us, feeling bad she couldn’t fulfill our order. 

“You take the mint-chip, Spence. I’ll order something else.” I push the shake toward him as he blocks it from getting to him. 

“It’s okay, Y/N. I’m not worried about it.” He replies, fighting me over a milkshake. 

“Spence-” I begin to argue before he abruptly cuts me off. 

“Would you like to share the shake with me, Y/N?” he asks me, looking me directly in the eye. I froze for a moment, taken aback at the offer from the germaphobe in front of me.

“If that’s okay with you, Spence. Then, sure!” I respond, checking if it was okay with him. 

“I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t okay, Y/N.” He shoots back, chuckling at me before asking the server for two straws. The man in front of me steals more and more of my heart with every passing moment.

***

Going up the elevator to the BAU was a constant battle between us. Spencer secretly gave the server his card so I wouldn’t even have a chance to fight him on paying. 

“You gave me your trail mix, Y/N! That’s the whole reason I asked you to get lunch in the first place! Why would I let you pay when I extended the invitation?” He shoots at me as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Shooting him a look of discontent, we both sit back at our desks, feeling 2 pairs of eyes staring at us from a few desks over. 

“Don’t look now, but I think Tweedledee and Tweedledum are staring at us.” I lean over to whisper. Reid tries his best to look up at them, nonchalant as possible. Despite the boy being a genius, he is anything but sly, looking just in time to see Derek and Penelope snap their heads to whatever was on his desk. Giving them a smile, Reid picks up his own file to return to his own tasks for the day. However, the task only lasted so long before the genius needed yet another cup of coffee for the day. Heading off to the kitchen, I quickly grab the phone he left on his desk on his break, trying to plan the perfect image. 

Before I could get far, I was abruptly stopped in my tracks. Staring at the homescreen on his phone, I couldn’t understand how I hadn’t noticed this before. Had this been in front of my face the entire time? Staring at the screen, I see myself and Spencer from our weekly movie nights. I had all of our silly photos, yet I had never seen this one. I see myself, puffed out cheeks with my eyes crossed, pulling at my ears to make myself look like a monkey, but my eyes can only look at Spencer. He hadn’t made his silly face. Instead, the man before me is staring directly at me, the sweetest smile across his lips. His little nose scrunch in full effect, his beautiful hazel eyes creased in the corner from his smile. That smile that could melt my heart in two seconds flat. Staring at the screen for what felt like centuries, I refocus on my surroundings when I hear his soft voice behind me. 

“Wow, Y/N. Getting a little slow with the changes now, are we?” He laughs, before noticing the look on my face. Stopping dead in his tracks, he looks at me confused more than ever. Not being able to form words, I raise my hand to show him the wallpaper, the perfect image of us. His eyes go wide, his mug almost slipping through his fingers.

“Y/N, I-” He starts. 

“Spence… Where did this picture come from?” I ask him, looking back at the screen before me. “I’ve never seen this one before,” I whisper, before Spencer puts his hands over mine, the mug now living on his desk. 

“I, uh. I took this one before making a face, I just couldn’t resist.” He whispers, pulling my chin up gently between his two fingers, looking me dead in the eye. “Y/N…” He starts, glancing down before gazing back at me with the same look I saw at the restaurant. “I couldn’t resist because I wanted to keep a physical copy of one of the happiest moments of my life. And I care about you... More than care about you! You make my days so much brighter when you’re around. You’re the only person to ever know me, the real me. And I..” he trails off, working his confidence up to finish his thought. “I love you, Y/N. And that picture was saved, locked away on my phone so I could be reminded how much you mean to me, and how much you care on some of my darkest days. I love you, Y/N. It’s the only thing I have locked away because it’s the moment I knew I was in love with you.” He finishes, breathing out as he waits for me to react. Stunned into silence, I stand there looking at the man, seeing his face turn to panic. “It’s okay if you do-” He starts, stunned when he is cut off by his plush lips being covered by my own. He slides his hand onto my cheek, holding my face as he returns the affection. 

Pulling away, I look him dead in the eye, I pull out of his embrace to my own desk, grabbing my phone. Returning to his side, I unlock my phone to show him my own hidden homescreen, a grin spreading on my cheeks from the flood of emotion. From our self-care night, it is quite possibly my favorite image of the man. He was in his robe, bunny headband and mask, but he was trying to block the images from being taken. His hand was raised in an attempt, but I could hear the laughter radiate from the image, the smile making my heart swoon at every glance. Looking between me and the image, Spencer’s jaw drops at my own revelation, before pulling me into a bone-crushing hug. Burying my face in his neck, I murmur my own “I love you.” Before a whistle from the peanut gallery beside us breaks it up. 

Shooting a look to Penelope, I see she has the biggest smile plastered on her own face, her rosy cheeks probably stinging from the sheer joy painted on. Morgan sitting beside her lounges back in his own chair, shooting a wink our way. 

Returning to our respective seats, I can’t help but steal glances at the man beside me. When he catches me, I can’t help but giggle.

“Hey Spence. How long was I oblivious to your homescreen?” I ask him, curious as to how much of a dumbass I truly was. Seeing his cheeks flush pink, he turns to me with guilt in his eyes, 

“Y/N.. as much as I would love to take the credit, I don’t know where the wallpaper came from. I can barely change it back after you mess with it.” He confesses, a shy smile on his face. Laughing at his technophobe ways, it finally registers that he didn’t actually set the wallpaper. 

“Wait, then who changed it?” I ask him, before hearing stilettos and boots scurrying down the hall, laughter trailing behind them. Looking back at my boy, those eyes stole all my words away, and that smile… the smile I had seen so many times before but never knew the intention, the smile I fell in love with, I knew he would forever be my always.

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[theoreosisters]

Chinese Guys on the 6th Floor

“Whether they were Chinese or not, we’ll never know. They just had that aura.”

What goes up must come down. They were on the 6th floor – we on the 5th floor, and we only ever met coming down in the elevator or just outside the building. Oh, that beautiful elevator meeting!

The elevator wasn’t beautiful, no, it smelt like cigarettes and had unidentifiable wet spots. It was those who were INSIDE the elevator that were beautiful, and this is where we first discovered the beauty of what laid on the 6th floor.

Where did they come from, and how can we get one? They came from China. We think. We’re like 87% sure they were Chinese. Why do we think this? They just had that aura. That super cool super suave aura that only Chinese guys seem to have. No offense to other guys. This is just personal opinion – all 5 of our personal opinions. And that doesn’t mean we don’t think other guys aren’t attractive or cool. But there’s just… something about Chinese guys. At least these Chinese guys who resided on the 6th floor, of whom we are choosing to base our entire concept of all other Chinese guys on.

Okay, okay, yea, yea. We know it’s not logical to base our opinion of a population of however many million of Chinese guys off of just 6 guys who only have an 87% probability of actually being Chinese. But two of us girls aren’t the greatest at math and the other three can’t do the math right now because they’re busy skipping by 10 second increments through a Korean drama.

So, moving on. We, like all other human beings, love comfy clothes. But have you ever noticed how the clothes we tend to deem as our “comfy clothes” or “pajamas” are either mismatched in colors and patterns, oversized and sloppy, or have a stain and/or hole. I’m sure we would all like to be the girl who wears a super cute matching pajama set with little puppies on them with her hair tied up in a perfectly bunned messy bun with the matching pajama puppy hair scrunchie. That sounds like #lifegoals to me. However, we have not yet attained that life goal and thus our pajamas consist of the aforementioned style of oversized and mismatched clothing, except also with the addition of glasses and hair that is not styled in the good kind of “messy”. Thankfully, we draw the line at stains and holes. Well except for one of the girls’ socks. But socks get a free pass on discrimination for having holes because socks have a hard life.

Okay now picture this, it’s 9:45pm, the pretty twinkle lights are on, Oreo is finally being chill, the internet is decently working across 5 devices and the only thing missing is??? Snacks! There would have been snacks from the previous evening, but we ate those already.

Attaining new snacks is very possible at this point. All it takes is a mere 10 minute excursion to the CU (Korean convenience store brand). Slip on shoes, put on a mask and voila! No harm done, right? Well, wrong. Venturing to the outside world now would mean running the risk of meeting the gorgeous Chinese guys. They were usually outside at this time of day. Doing what, I don’t know. Probably something super cool and I hope nothing illegal.

Of course, we would jump at the chance to see them. Eye candy yes please! But now it’s 9:45pm and Ari and Jeanne are tired from teaching children all day about Tina the T-Rex and her trip to the market, Ella and Ali are tired from their online customer service jobs, and Miran – well, she procrastinates a lot so she’s always stressed and tired from getting nothing done and always having more to do. None of us wanted to go out, but we all wanted snacks.

Ali, being the absolute amazing person that she is, volunteers as tribute. It’s a good time to take Oreo out for a quick pee anyways.

Now, dear reader, please answer me this as I’m curious as to what you would do. Would you change out of your unflattering pajamas into socially acceptable clothes and fix your messy hair exerting all that effort just for the off chance that you might see someone incredibly attractive? You’ll only be gone for 10 minutes. Seriously, what are the chances? Would you take the risk?

Well on this occasion, Ali took the risk. We hadn’t seen those guys recently so what would be the odds that tonight of all nights she would run into them? Well, it turned out to be a higher than 87% chance.

Up until now, all but Ari had seen/run into these particular Chinese guys. Regardless, due to Chinese Ticktok, Ari knew and agreed with the rest of the girls about Chinese guys, so although, not having personally seen these guys, she trusted that they were as gorgeous as the other 4 girls reported.

Ali came home snacks in hand half laughing half crying. It wasn’t tears of despair per say, it was more crying because she was laughing so hard. She had met the Chinese guys….in her pink fluffy bumble bee pajamas. But you know what, whatever. It’s dark and no one can see anyways so just act cool, walk past them and get your snacks like a boss. No problem. Oh wait!….Oreo!

I guess we shouldn’t be surprised that even these Chinese studs would like puppies, and I suppose too, that Ali is grateful that it was Oreo who initially got the attention of the Chinese guys and not her pink fluffy bumble bee pajamas.

Okay, yep yep, great, chatty chat. “You’re all gorgeous and while it’s been amazing to bask in your rays of hottness, I’m embarrassed and my girls are waiting for their snacks. Time to go. Come on Oreo.”

However, Oreo being the little savage princess that she is, was loving the attention from these good-looking guys. They say dogs are color blind and I’m not sure if that includes being able to see race or not, but I’m sure even Oreo could sense that these guys were on another level. Normally Oreo pees when she’s excited but thank goodness she maintained her dignity and held it in upon meeting these Chinese hunks. It must’ve been hard to hold it in, even for Ali.

Ali came home and related the events of the snack trip to us and I’m pretty sure we burned off the calories from our soon-to-be consumed snacks just from laughing. Ari even ran outside in hopes of finally seeing these guys in person. But alas, sadly they had gone by the time Ari made it outside. So, we settled back into our individual blanket nests and ate our snacks, all of us fearing for the day that it’d be our turn to venture out for snacks in our pajamas.

[themorp]

Writing Prompts

A lot of these are Au related! And some of them hint at violence/gore, so please be aware of that.

“Don’t move. They rely on sight.”

“I knew it was you!”

“Please tell me that’s not my soulmate.”

“Did you seriously get yourself stuck in a chair?”

“I am so sorry that the words on your arm are so stupid.”

“Prepare for canon fire!”

“Look out!”

“That’s gross... Cool! But still gross.”

“That was my kill!”

“Are you from the Northern Empire?”

“Well I’m not sure weather to be offended or relieved- my wanted posture looks nothing like me.”

“That is NOT how you hold (weapon).”

“Well... this is awkward...”

“Can I kick his ass?”

“HOW ARE THEY SO HOT??? HOW DARE THEY!!!”

“Be quiet! They’ll hear you!”

“Did you steal from that couple?”

“That thing has a curse on it. I’d be careful.”

“I didn’t realize it was a shrinking potion, I swear!”

“I knew (mythical creature/cryptid) were real!”

“Can you get me out of this thing?”

“I have never met you, but I know someone who needs help when I see one.”

“I left you guys alone for FIVE MINUTES!!!”

“That looks painful.”

“Yikes... Glad that’s not me.”

“We’re gonna have to cut it off before it spreads to other parts of their body.”

“And where, exactly, have you been?”

“HOW DID YOU PISS OFF ALL THE GUARDSMEN?!”

“I said distract them, not knock them out!”

“For the last time!!! That is not edible!”

“That man is crazy.”

“They’re going to burn them at the stake!”

“Well, that wasn’t what I was expecting.”

“You’re rescuing me?”

“I never knew the outside world so... big.”

“Put the fire out before we’re noticed!”

“This rescue mission is gonna kick my ass.”

“I... I think they’re still alive...”

“Are you sure they aren’t infected?”

“That’s a brutal looking scar.”

“How did you manage to pull that off?”

“Put down the (weapon)... I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“Well that isn’t normal.”

“What are you?!”

“Dragon bonding isn’t for everyone.”

“Who the hell thought this was a good idea.”

“I am no longer giving a fuck.”

“I want to give up, but I have someone worth pushing onwards for.”

“This storm came out of nowhere!”

“That was dangerous and reckless! But... it was impressive...”

“Who the hell is stupid enough to do that?”

“Can you see anything?”

“Is that what I think it is?”

“I haven’t had meat in years.”

“Was that a gunshot?”

“Can we keep it?”

“Well. This is unexpected.”

“Why are you covered in mud?”

“I have never been held like this...”

“Don’t touch me! You stink! What the hell was in that swamp?!”

“What is... kissing?”

“That’s disgusting. Don’t stop.”

“Aww... what a cute dog...! Wait... THAT IS NOT A DOG ABORT ABORT ABORT-”

“Can I have a hug?”

“How do you live like this?!”

“You’ve never been in a real battle, have you?”

“The Chief will decide your fate.”

“You know I was expecting you to be bigger.”

“Barricade the doors!”

“This is a strange ritual.”

“I don’t think this is a regular maze...”

“Is that blood?”

“There’s a hole in the floor.”

“What the hell was that? Did you hear that?”

“Zombies aren’t supposed to be smart!”

“Is that a ship?”

“Get the hell out of my way.”

“Did you just (physical attack such as punch or kick) me?!’

“They’re weakened by silver.”

“I really wish I had my holy water right now.”

“Well that backfired.”

“I’m so hungry... Can I feed off you a little?”

“YOU DARE OPPOSE ME?”

“Please help me, this man has been following me and I don’t want him to know where I live.”

“Is that really you?!”

“Has it really been three centuries?”

“Are you sure you’re human?”

“That was an alien- That was an alien- THAT WAS AN ALIEN-”

“We SHOULD NOT SPLIT UP!!”

Is it just me or is the floor moving?”

“How the hell did someone get in here?”

“Well, this is awkward... Can I have my payment now?”

“Since when were you so smart?”

“They’re right above us.”

“It’s almost like it can see into my soul.”

“BUGS DON’T GET THAT BIG HERE-”

“I hear growling...”

“DO NOT THROW THE BABY”

“Is that a threat or an offer?”

“I have so many pictures of them being an idiot.”

“The clock has less than hour left.”

“HAVE YOU EVER WATCHED A HORROR MOVIE?!?!”

“Was that you?”

“I think I’m going crazy.”

“We have to go- a scout discovered our shelter, the hive is coming.”

“It’s so damn hot.”

“I... I can’t remember...”

“Aww that’s so cute how much is i-... nevermind.”

“Did you just eat an alien egg?”

“You do realize they’re siblings right?”

“How are you so cute?”

“I am in debt to you, and until that debt is paid I will be you loyal servant.”

“Are you... Are you riding a dragon?”

“You’re under arrest.”

“Here, drink this.”

“Potion making is sensitive, so please be quiet whilst I work.”

“Has thee never seen a Vampire?”

“That was not rad at all.”

“I think it’s dead.”

“You go first.”

“You treat me as if I’m not a litterall demon from hell.”

“I will protect until my dying breath.”

“Don’t worry, you’re safe now.”

“It’s an honor to meet you.”

“You’re not from around here, re you?”

“What? Never seen a hybrid before?”

“That is not how you use that.”

“Did you know different flowers have different meanings...? The ones I gave you are quite unique in meaning.”

“Your family is... interesting...”

“If you’re not gonna eat grubs then you’re gonna starve. It’s all that’s out here.”

“That’s not human.”

“Stop standing there staring and help me!”

“I’m too short...”

“Was that an insult?”

“Keep up!”

“Don’t look behind you.”

“You have to jump! You have to trust me!”

“Is this it?”

“I can’t believe my soulmate is a human-”

“Well that was weird.”

“Have you ever exercised?”

“Don’t test my patience, pet.”

“How am I going to tell [Name] about this...?”

“It’s a match made in heaven!”

“Be careful, they’re sensitive!”

“So this is a fruit...”

“When I feel bad I go beat the shit out of someone. It works.”

“DID YOU PULL THE LEVER I SPECIFICALLY ASKED YOU NOT TO PULL?!”

“In DnD we call that rolling a one.”

“[Name] is gonna kill me!”

“Rest in pieces.”

“Hurt them and I make your life hell on Earth.”

“So he’s a dumbass-”

“Someone shoot me-”

“Give it back! That’s private!”

“It was so obvious! I’m such an idiot!”

“Is that all you have?”

“The expedition was successful.”

“There were no survivors.”

“I thought I lost you.”

“Stop! Stop! There’s a cat!”

“Why am I here again?”

“Having detachable body parts is actually a convenience when you’re a cyborg.”

That’s a big ass [Animal]”

“Do you know what you’re doing?!”

“Did you seriously have to pick the lock? When I have the keys?”

“They’re dangerous.”

“And that’s my que to leave.”

“You are my greatest treasure.”

“I seriously hope you’re not thinking of doing what I think you are thinking of doing.”

“WHY THE HELL ARE YOU NAKED?”

“Is... is that a dwarf?”

“You’re as odd as your friends said.”

“There is no need for violence!”

“All I wanted was a doughnut-”

“Why are the barn lights on?”

“They got into ANOTHER fight?!”

“You’d think living with a family of sorcerers would teach them something.”

“Thank goodness most dragons aren’t venomous.”

“Nagas are quite fickle creatures.”

“Satyrs are not to be trusted.”

“You walked into the faery ring, you belong to the fae now. I can’y help you.”

“Go ask them out! They look cute!”

“Angels aren’t supposed to fall in love... but how was I supposed resist you?”

“I thought humans were bigger.”

“Your highness is a royal pain in the ass.”

“That hurt.”

“I am not looking forward to this at all.”

“I do not like caves. I don’t like cavbes at all.”

“MOSS!!!!”

“This town seems abandoned.”

“The radiation levels aren’t too high here.”

“Put your masks on.”

“You know you shouldn’t give your name to strangers, especially a fae in the forest.”

“I never realized how big the ocean was.”

“I have an idea- it’s dangerous, crazy, and reckless, but it might just work.”

“Is this your child?”

“I’m surprised Cerberus likes you.”

“Hellhounds aren’t usually friendly.”

“That’s a big meal for one person...”

“Werewolves aren’t fans of silver.”

“The dumbest myth about us vampires is that we hate garlic.”

“What brings you to my territory, little human?”

“Don’t bare your fangs at guests! It’s rude!”

“I’m only protecting you because I made a promise.”

“That was a terrible attempt at a prank. Let me show you how it’s done.”

“You do realize demons can sense emotions right?”

“You foolish human! You could have gotten hurt!”

“Watch your step.”

“It’s called a secret entrance for a reason.”

“Did you just... kiss me...?”

“My soulmate is a dumbass but I love them.”

“This jackassery will not stand!”

“Unless you have a death wish I’d leave those sirens alone.”

“Swim with me?”

“Have you never frolicked before?”

“You’re fired!”

“Does this armor make me look fat?”

“Your soulmate is a Naga?”

“Gargoyles are cranky in the morning.”

“That little fucker is at it again-”

“I don’t remember the last time I laughed like that.”

“Elves are usually attractive... but them... they’re ethereal..”

“I think I’m in love with a snake man.”

“Are orcs usually this big?”

“Confess? And risk ruining what i have with them? I’d rather drink bog water that a Satyr bathed in!”

“Are all humans this attractive or is it just you?”

“Guns are so odd... They only do their job after they’re fired...”

“Are you usually this full of yourself?”

Do you have any idea what you just did?”

“I wasn’t expecting to meet my soulmate when I snuck into Area 51.”

“Turn off the lights!”

“I won’t let you go, not again.”

“That’s so dangerous...! When are we doing it?”

“You humans are so fragile, yet you are the apex species of your planet.”

“IT’S NOT WORTH IT! GET BACK IN THE CAR!”

“Don’t look back!”

“They’re attracted by (heat, sound, etc.).”

“It looks dangerous.”

“Don’t touch it-”

“Careful it’s soup.”

“Did... did that thing just speak?”

“It’s a boat! Oh my god it’s a boat- we’re saved-”

“Keep your distance.”

“I will not hesitate to leave you behind.”

“THEY’RE SIBLINGS?!”

‘I am slightly worried... never mind I am very worried.”

“THEY’RE CHOKING!”

“It’s too damn hot to do anything.”

“Stop singing!”

“Life isn’t all sunshine and rainbows, kid.”

“That is one ugly ass [Animal/baby/clothing item].”

“I’VE SEEN THIS IN A HENTAI BEFORE!”

“Please shut your trap before I stuff it- shit that sounds sexual-”

“Is that- Is that a fucking cat?”

“That is not what the mean when they say; ‘smash that like button’“

“Where did you learn to drive?” 

“Oof.”

“I’m know I’m stupid but I’m not THAT stupid.”

[violetwolfraven]

Legacy Heroes

After Nora and Joe showing up, Barry hadn’t really thought anything stranger could happen.

Long story short... he was wrong.

“Let me out,” the girl said sweetly, not seeming at all bothered by the fact that she was behind the glass of a meta containment cell.

The girl in question had been dubbed ‘Treble,’ despite her insistence that she already had a codename, but couldn’t tell it because she was from the future and it could jeopardize her past.

Treble had brown hair, dyed with streaks of purple, tan skin, and green eyes. She was maybe Nora and Joe’s age, and her nonchalance reminded Barry of someone. He just couldn’t remember who.

“She’s radiating tachyons,” Cisco mumbled to him, “Definitely a time traveler; must have followed your kids here.”

“Duh,” Treble said with a roll of her eyes, “Of course I did.”

Barry and Cisco both tried to hide their shock at the fact that she had even heard them. Then she pointed to her ears.

“Sensitive to sounds? That’s literally my whole thing.”

Cisco snorted, “Yeah, and leveling buildings with those sound frequencies.”

That was an exaggeration. The girl had whistled at a hotdog cart and sent it flying against a building, but she hadn’t caused lasting damage to anything except the hotdog cart.

She rolled her eyes, “That was just to get your attention. Truthfully, I was hoping for the Twin Tornado Terrors, but—“

“You mean the Tornado Twins,” Barry clarified, “My kids, who you conveniently borrowed the time sphere to follow here, but definitely aren’t an enemy to?”

Treble huffed in frustration, “You think I’m an enemy? You’re the one who sent me here! Well, technically it was your wife, but she sent me to bring those two home so they don’t mess up the past anymore than they already have!”

“You keep talking about the twins,” Cisco noted, “But you don’t actually say their names.”

“Fine,” Treble said, “Joe and Nora West-Allen. You’re Cisco Ramon and the Flash is Barry Allen, married to Iris West-Allen. Are you going to let me out, now?”

“You could have gotten that information as an enemy,” Barry said untrustingly, “I’m going to need more information than that. How’d you meet them?”

She sighed, “Fine, if it’s so important to you. Not too long from now, Team Flash and Team Arrow kind of merge into one with a bunch of other heroes to form the... the Super Friends. Fast forward a few decades, everybody’s got kids and all those kids grew up together. We’re basically cousins. Of course, some heroes never joined up or split over time, so some dating between the younger generation does happen, but...” Treble’s face reddened, “I’m getting off topic here. The point is, we call ourselves Legacies. Ask Joe or Nora and they’ll confirm it.”

Now that Barry was paying attention, the story made sense. Treble had a nervous tick belonging to Ray and a faraway look in her eye that reminded Barry of Caitlyn when she was concentrating. Her mostly calm mask was Sara’s and her relaxed-but-powerful stance was a mix of Rene’s and Kara’s. The more he looked, the more he saw his friends’ body language. Now that he thought about it, it was a thing Nora and Joe shared with her; as if they’d been raised together by a large group of heroes who’d have to pass the young kids off frequently leaving one person babysitting so the others could go on missions...

Joe and Nora were on a trip with Iris to meet Wally. Barry was hearing a vague hunch, and that wasn’t enough reason to call them back.

He shrugged, “Look, just tell us who your parents are and maybe we’ll believe your story.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because my parents aren’t together yet at this point in the timeline, and I kind of like existing.”

Cisco held up a glass from when they’d given her water earlier, “Well, we’ll know who you are soon enough.”

Treble’s face darkened, “You don’t want to do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because my parents have a very specific arc of enemies-to-friends-to-lovers and they’re only in the friends stage right now!”

“Don’t worry, kid,” Cisco said, “Finding out about you will probably just bring them closer together.”

Barry and Cisco were about to walk away when the brunette responded.

“Well, let me narrow down the search a little.”

The containment cell was set up to combat the frequencies they’d heard from Treble before.

It was not set up to contain a full sonic scream.

That definitely narrowed the search on Treble’s parents. It narrowed it to two known metas.

“I warned you,” Treble said simply as she took the glass from Cisco, “I’ll just go find those two speedy idiots now if you don’t mind.”

With one sharp note, she shattered the glass and ground the pieces into the floor with her shoe.

...

“So, Siren or Canary?” Cisco asked as they ran the DNA test, “My bet is on Laurel with that attitude, but she does kind of have Dinah’s coloring.”

Caitlyn shrugged, “Well, could be either depending on who they end up with. It’s a toss of the dice; this girl looks neutral enough that she could be either of theirs, or neither.”

Treble had cut herself when she broke the glass. She’d probably thought the blood sample was too small and too ground into the floor, but Barry had scraped some off for Caitlyn to run a paternity test on.

The test beeped and Caitlyn looked confused at the results.

“Wait, no. That can’t be right.”

“What can’t be right?” Barry asked.

“The test didn’t just come back with a match from the database of known metas and heroes,” Caitlyn said, strangely serious, “It came back with two.”

“Well, which was it, and who do they end up with?” Cisco asked impatiently.

Caitlyn shook her head, “No. You don’t understand. This girl isn’t just a match for Laurel Lance or Dinah Drake. Genetically... she’s a match for both of them.”

...

Dinah didn’t believe it, and she was staring at a computer screen that clearly linked her DNA and Laurel’s to the meta from the future Barry had captured.

Barry had gone to get a Laurel from Earth 2. Dinah wasn’t sure she wanted to face her.

“How is this possible?” She asked finally, “Two women can’t have a child.”

“Barry called Kara,” Caitlyn said, “It’s not possible for humans yet. But her people have a kind of tech that can create a baby from a sample of DNA as small as a strand of hair. It doesn’t matter what the parents’ genders are.”

“And this girl definitely acted like Laurel,” Cisco pointed out, “But her cry sounded like yours.”

Dinah stared at the security image of the kid. She had Dinah’s hair and Laurel’s facial structure. Dinah had to admit... she did look like the perfect combination of Siren and Canary.

“How sure are you?”

“Very sure,” Caitlyn said, “The match for both of you was 99.98%. If she somehow faked her DNA, she did a very good job.”

“What’s her name?”

Cisco shrugged, “We have no idea. She wouldn’t tell us anything. We called her Treble before, but... now I’m thinking we need to come up with something more avian for her.”

“What’s this I hear about a kid from the future who claims to be my—“ Laurel stopped as she rounded the corner, “Dinah.”

“I was going to wait to tell her,” Barry said, somewhat defensively as he came around the corner, “But she was very persuasive.”

“So apparently we have a kid,” Dinah said simply.”

“Naturally,” Laurel responded, “Barry said it was alien tech.”

“Yup.”

“You both are being surprisingly cool about this,” Cisco said.

“I come from a parallel universe where you were one of the most feared men on the planet,” Laurel pointed out, “Babies made with by two women via alien technology is not that far fetched.”

“First of all, ouch,” Cisco said, “Second, we wanted to wait until we had both of you here to try to find her, so any ideas how to do that?”

Laurel shrugged, “If she’s my daughter, you might be able to track her cry. Felicity did that once.”

“But then we won’t be able to find her until she uses it,” Caitlyn objected.

Dinah shrugged, “Well, I kind of doubt she’s going to hurt anyone, being our kid.”

“You never know,” Laurel muttered, “I wasn’t exactly an angel child when I was young.”

...

The brown-haired girl guessed she wasn’t that surprised when two birds landed behind her.

What would become the Justice League was too good not to.

“Hey, little girl,” the Siren said, “We heard you’ve been causing a lot of trouble.”

The girl didn’t respond.

“You got a name?” the Canary asked.

“Violet Canary.”

“How about your real name?” the Siren pressed.

Violet Canary finally turned around to face her mothers, “Quinn Olivia Drake.”

“You’re here to get Nora and Joe,” Dinah said.

“That’s right.”

“So,” Laurel said after a few seconds of awkward silence, “Which of us is ‘Mom’ and which is ‘Mama?’”

Quinn shrugged, “I don’t know. You both died before I was born.”

“What?” Dinah asked.

“What happened to not being able to tell anything about the future?” Laurel added.

“It’s different,” Quinn muttered, “I never knew you, but I spent my whole life missing you. I understand why Nora and Joe did what they did. I wish I could do it, too. But I know that I can’t make you survive the Crisis without possibly making something worse happen in response.”

“What could be the harm in spending a few days here?” Laurel asked, surprising both Quinn and Dinah, “If you never got to know us in your time?”

Quinn smiled sadly, “More than you think.”

“Whether you knew us or not, you’re our daughter,” Dinah said, “We want to know you.”

“I can teach you some tricks with your cry,” Laurel volunteered.

Quinn knew it would lead to more harm than good. She knew she could disrupt the very timeline she had come here to preserve.

But the chance to spend time with the mothers she never knew? To possibly prevent them from ever dying in the first place?

“Just for a couple days.”

[wiggly-blue-shite]

Chapter 37 From the Top

(Prof H X Ted)

When Henry and ted arrived at the beach Paul and Emma were already there, guns drawn, staring at the boat that was only a mile or less of the coast. Henry was right about there location.

They'd be there within the hour. A few others were also on the beach, armed. They weren't alone. They could do it. They're most definitely severely outnumbered, but they could do it. Maybe.

"Breath, Henry." Ted's voice was so calming. Henry squeezed Theodore's hand. They can do this. Henry was not going to lose anyone else.

Henry walked up to Emma and Paul, Theodore following behind.

"Hey guys." Ted patted Paul on the shoulder. Paul flinched a bit. Everyone's on edge.

"How are you Henry?" Emma sounded concerned. She was a good friend. Henry's glad that Emma was in his life.

"Better." Henry nodded slightly. All thanks to Theodore.

Henry stared at the boat. That's them. They're so close.

There are more infected. There would still be infected on the island. They wouldn't put all of their eggs in one basket. They're just stalling another wave of infected. They have to find another solution. They can't just keep fighting them over and over again. God why didn't he think of that before. Christ what was he thinking.

How could they kill off all of them at once. They're a hive mind... if you take out the head the whole thing goes down. The fish rots from the head. Ted you genius in disguise.

"Emma do you remember what you said 4 months ago, about the head of the hive mind? The meteor holding the head." Henry's brain was scrambled. It was just a blur.

"I don't remember!" Emma looked a little pissed but it faded quickly, "The brain came down in the meteor. Something like that."

That's it! The meteor. Henry doubted that PEIP had ever even touched the fucking thing. They need to take out the meteor.

They need to get on to that island. God damnit Henry why didn't you hunk of this sooner. Matters are to pressing right now. DAMNIT.

Henry realized that Ted was staring at him. Henry took a deep breath. He can't freak out. That does no one any good. He smiled at Ted. Theodore smiled nervously back. That beautiful smile

"I need to get to the island." Henry knew the other three would refuse him. They can't argue with logic though.

"To take out the head." Ted's voice seemed far away. He's lost in thought. Henry had expected Theodore to argue with him. But he didn't.

"I'm sorry you want to go back to fucking hatchetfield!"  Emma went back to yelling. Henry understood though, hatchetfield is dangerous. No one in there right mind would want to go back. But he has to.

"I need to take out the asteroid." Henry needed them to understand.

"You're not going alone." Paul's voice was steady. Henry never liked paul but he's a good guy.

"Well I'm going with him." Theodore grabbed Henry's hand, with his not gun hand. Of course he would want to come. "I'm not leaving you alone." He loved him so much.

"Well fuck that! Henry you're my best friend I'm going with you." Emma tried to look imposing, unfortunately her short stature counteracted that attempt.

"I go where she goes." Of course paul does. Henry knew he was going to need backup but all three of them felt reckless.

"We can't all go! Who's going to fight them off here!" Ted yelled.

"Well can't they do that!" Emma pointed l back up the beach. There was a small crowd of people gathered there, some with weapons some without. "It's their fucking town." Emma quieted down so they could hear her.

Henry never did really feel like he belonged in Clivesdale. As much as Henry hated teaching at Hatchetfield college, it was still preferred.

They can fight for their town. Henry was going to go back a finish the job in his own.

"Hello," Henry called out to the crowd, it got quieter, "as some of you probably know, we are the soul Hatchetfield survivors. Thank you for listening to us and coming to fight the fight." Henry felt like he was leading a protest which was absolutely ridiculous. "The four of us need to get on to the Hatchetfield island as soon as possible. We need you to fight here while we go." A couple people in the crowed nodded and murmured vague affirmations.

"Well it's settled then, all of us are going." Paul nodded like he didn't want to go back. But who really wants to go back to a place like that.

"How the fuck are we getting there?" Emma raised a good point. How the fuck would they get there? Shit Henry your brain really is giving up on you.

"I don't-" henry started.

"Hey I couldn't help but overhear, uhh do y'all need a boat?" A stranger with a very large gun walked over.

"Uh yes." Emma looked uncomfortable. Henry didn't really like this guy stepping into their conversation but he sounded helpful.

"Well I have a speedboat you guys can use."

Well that's convenient.

The boat ride took around 50 minutes. When they had gotten to the island chills went up Henry's spine. It looked deserted. It was so quiet. Why was it this quiet? It shouldn't be this quiet!

The four survivors walked down the middle of the street away from the dock towards the theater. They watched all around them. Where are they? Where did they go? They are not all on that boat.

They're probably not on the boat anymore. Henry hoped the Clivesdale citizens could fight for themselves. They can do this. Yeah.

No one spoke. Not a word. The sound of their walking was almost deafening.

They have to be here. They're just fucking playing with them. They've got to be. This is ridiculous. JUST FINISH THEN OFF, DON'T TORTURE THEM!

Henry took a deep breath. Theodore looked him in the eyes with such love. He didn't have to say anything. Henry knew everything would be fine. It has to be.

There it is. The old Starlight Theater.

It was completely disheveled. A big home in the front of the building where the asteroid hit.

It wasn't quiet anymore. There was a soft humming. They're here.

Henry gripped his gun tightly. This is it. They can go back to being happy, to their better lives in clivesdale.

Henry took on step in the building. It was so cold.

Creak

It echoed throughout the whole building. The humming stopped. Henry could hear movement.

Theodore, Emma, and Paul joined Henry inside. Guns drawn. This is the end.

Henry dared to take a step closer to the door that separated the lobby and the theater. That's where they are. All near the brain. Of course.

This cowardice is doing them no good. Henry pushed the door open.

Empty.

They must be hiding somewhere. They're playing with them.

Henry saw the asteroid. It was huge and menacing. It radiated blue. It was so god damn blue. Henry couldn't look away.

CREAK

There they are.

A creaking sound came from the stage right wing. Henry shot at it. He was met by operatic screaming. Henry's head hurt. It was so loud. So so loud. The infected emerged from the wings and started walking towards them, arms still outstretched.

"Paul, Emma. Distract them." Henry heard the infected coming from all directions. God they've been surrounded haven't they. Henry walked them into a trap.

God the screaming. Henry could hardly think.

If paul and Emma could get some of the infected off of Henry's back, he could destroy the asteroid. Maybe.

Paul and Emma ran off in opposite directions, yelling and screaming. The infected seemed to be drawn to the two.

"Watch my back Theodore."

"Of course." Despite the cold bleak theatre, Ted had warmth and love in his voice.

Henry hurried to the stage. A few infected redirected their attention to Henry but were promptly shot by Theodore.

The singing only grew louder. It wasn't singing really. It had no soul. It was just a perfect 5th. They grew louder and louder.

Henry tried to tune them out, but he couldn't. It was so loud. Henry could hardly breath.

Staring down the asteroid. Where does he start. WHERE. The world is at stake. Theatre, human science, human music, human food, Theodore's cooking, Emma's jokes, Theodore's singing, Theodore's eyes, Theodore's smile, Ted. They were all at stake. It all rested on Henry's shoulder and here he is not knowing where to start.

He began to chip away at the asteroid.

This isn't doing any good. It's a waste and time and energy.

He's failing all of humanity.

Tears rushed down his face.

He picked away at it more and more. A chunk fell of revealing a chuck of blue.

Henry threw his gas mask on.

It was so so blue. It almost hurt to look at it.

Henry began to tear at the blue shit. It did nothing. It just sat there. Of course picking at it would do nothing. Nothing at all.

Henry pulled out his hunting knife and stabbed it. It just became more blue. Why did it get bluer? Why. Why won't it die?

He has to be able to stop it. There has to be a way. It can't be indestructible, right.

Henry fell to his knees. Tears getting stuck and the bottom on the mask. Henry can't breath in this. He threw it off.

"Henry are you o-"

BANG

~~~

The beginning of the end.

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A Modern Phenomenon: Christians too spiritual for God

Recently, there has become a fad that is surprisingly popular, although it’s doctrines should not be surprising to the church. It is based on the belief that truth is relative and certainty is unknowable. What is this fad? Christians have become too spiritual for God.  We've mastered 75 minute church services, we even mobilize for social concerns on occasion. When you enter our churches, you find people who are surprisingly like you, in a building that is remarkably unremarkable. At a hotel-like lobby, there are refreshments, and maybe even a shop. You enter into the club’s auditorium where you are instantly greeted with a cliché polite greeting that lets you know that they are happy you are there, but they don’t really want to know who you are. They guide you to a seat where you sing 1 or 2 “worship” songs that are so shallow and dull that they could easily have been written from a high school lover to his prospective mate. If you need prayer, let’s hope that God answers within 5 minutes or less, because we've got a schedule to keep. The pastor, in the latest fashion (as the worship leader was in tight jeans), leads a 15 minute sermon that teaches you nothing, but has a very catchy 3-point outline that is surprisingly void of scripture. The topic? Nothing overly applicable, offensive, or memorable - just words spoken through a smiling mask.

In this service, there is no room for the gifts of the Spirit, no prophecies, no encounters with God nor worship of God. No life change has happened. But yet this “club” never fails to be so bland with its supposed relevance. There is no room for God to speak. So surprise, surprise, the congregation has learned to value those same things that these so-called pastors value: splashing feet in a trickle of water.

But these methods are not working. Sure, they are getting more people into a building, but it isn’t expanding the kingdom. There are no visible changes in the heart of the people. But the modern pastor brushes this aside; “They will eventually be changed” (although “how” is very uncertain). The pastor’s main concern is simply money and numbers, nothing more. The eternal goals have been abandoned for the more immediate and pressing and always present needs of the now - things that are good, but not of eternal importance. And beyond the flash of the lights and the fog of the smoke machines, beyond the perfect appearances and the general sense that “something is happening” (although no one seems sure what), is a Christian, who thinks they are happy with all the distractions and entertainment, yet spiritually is unsatisfied. More and more Christians are rejecting the bible, not going to church, looking for other forms of spiritual encounters. What does this look like?

First, the modern Christian wants to hear from God, but doesn’t want to read their bible. They pick things out they don’t like, such as hell and punishment, and eventually come to the conclusion that “maybe we’ve all been looking at it wrong all these years. Maybe it’s not really God’s word”. False teachers such as Rob Bell have done an excellent job proving to them that up is down and scripture is gray. How convenient that such conclusions blur the lines of morality and help to condone the sin that is currently popular (adultery lost its flavor, so homosexuality was chewed on, but has finally been ousted in favor of transgender, but the mob once again grows restless). They look for signs to affirm their conclusions, and decide who God is and what their purpose is without actually having encountered His words - which are too offensive for them, and they would much rather just decide for themselves what God says.

Second, the modern Christian wants to feel immediate pleasure and so they do not endure. If God does not instantly grant their wish, if they are treated unfairly (in the church setting, for instance), or anything causes discomfort, God is rejected and substituted for a better conclusion or a “better” God.

Third, the modern Christian looks the part, but there is nothing “holy” or singular about their existence or their desires. They sleep around, get divorces, look at pornography, do drugs, drink alcohol, watch violent television, waste their time and money, desire worldly titles, and so on. There is very little Christ in the modern Christian, though they do have opinions on most everything from standing for the flag to Syrian refugees, from illegal immigration to the political parties and the persons who represent the parties. The modern Christian wants the government to care for the poor and needy but will do nothing themselves to reach out. They can’t show love to anyone who disagrees with them, but they sure know how to solve everyone else’s problems. They think they are so far above others that they have the answers for everything. But their pride has blinded them to their own lack. And to insure they never have to change is the mantra that is repeated without question: “judge not”. 

Fourth, the modern Christian wants to see change, but they don’t want to pray. And if they do pray, it really only lasts a few minutes. Break-through prayer is ignored. The power of prayer is unknown. Life changing prayer is unknown, because they think that prayer and even tithes are a system of putting in a quarter and getting out a prize. Everyone seems well enough distracted with current issues, and doesn’t seem to care about praying for things that God wants. 

Fifth, the modern Christian wants to mope in their sorrows, but they don’t want to take it to God in times of fasting. In fact, the modern Christian seems to think that life goes on forever, that humans always move forward, and that their own pleasure is the most important thing that God wants. And why shouldn’t they think these things? They know nothing of scripture, or they do know but have rejected it. Counseling and psychology are some of the most important developments for human relations to have surfaced in civilization. BUT, for many there is this assumption that God never moves, that spiritual sins have no bearing on physical realities, that people are basically good, and so on - but these things are not true.

And the population at large, Christians included, are still searching. They want to feel closer to God, but instead of allowing the work of the Holy Spirit, being used in the gifts, worshipping Him with their lives and having an encounter with Him in music and prayer, they settle for the super-spiritual: meditation, yoga, eastern spirituality, cult and occult practices integrated within their spirituality to fill the gap that excluding God from the church has created within the soul. People think they want to live in sin, but they really don’t. The problem is that sin blinds us. We’ve tried to exclude the work of the Holy Spirit, including his quiet and calm conviction that He brings to our hearts. People want to feel different, but they don’t want to spend time connecting with other believers. They want to continue what they’re doing, but when they get the same consequences for their actions as they always have, they seek the occult, because they are not finding God in the church. All they find is an interesting club that seems to also want nothing but social change.

We need to learn what the bible says about it.

We need to learn what God does through prayer.

We need to learn what the church is good for, not what it’s bad for.

We need to stop playing games with clubs and be God’s saints once more.

[kathydsalters31]

Fragrance Work: Training Your Dog To Track

Dogs are amazing! They have fantastic noses as well as the ability to identify or utilize aroma. A dog’s nose is 100,000 times far better than yours! Also your puppy has this outstanding capability.

And scent work can be really satisfying for pet dogs!

So, allow us talk about beginning on just how to teach your pet to track! Since any kind of dog can be shown this ability … even if your pet does not know much basic obedience yet!

German Shepherd, Blood Hound, Belgian Malinois, Dachshund, Shih Tzu … breed doesn’t matter.

My experience comes from both mentor Service Dogs just how to find lost items (like their owner’s dropped or missing out on mobile phone or the remote) and also it also comes from picking up from skilled and also skilled instructors who trialed and entitled in Schutzhund. And, it comes from going to classes taught by professional police canine trainers as well as others whose jobs insist on excellent monitoring! I have actually taken a little bit from all of these experiences to finest show my dogs. taken a little bit from all of these experiences to ideal educate my dogs.

The American Kennel Club additionally provides titles in tracking for canine training. And also your canine does not need to be a German Shepherd to play this game or get a title. Also mixed breeds of all sizes and also forms and ages can involve.

Exactly How To Start Training Your Dog To Track

I have actually worked with some amazing tracking as well as aroma discovery fitness instructors! You must see what enters into having a dynamites or a medication detection dog! It is pretty very easy if you want to place in the moment for just how to instruct your pet to track.

Fortunately, monitoring is somewhat much less tedious for owner and pet dog!

Directly, I such as to start by instructing my dog that he has a nose.

Yes, that’s right, you require to show your dog he has a nose! It seems ridiculous, also as I type it! Just because he has the capacity doesn’t imply he recognizes exactly how to use it or that he recognizes how to control it.

I have numerous owners that inform me their dog currently provides eye get in touch with (because among my huge things is teaching eye contact on command), however as I claim, if you can’t manage it; why does it matter? That resembles stating my pet dog “rests”… yet if he does not “rest” on command, what use is it for you as an owner? NONE

So, let’s show him!

Materials You’re Going To Need

Low salt, no butter snacks or air-popped snacks as a reward

Cans of sardines for best treats

Liver treats or various other good smelling deals with

A 6-foot leash

A 10-foot chain or 25-foot chain

Buckle collar

A squirt bottle

Pure water

Rubber boots (these aren’t 100% essential) however when you begin laying tracks for your canine in the early morning you will certainly value your feet not getting wet!

A few grass flags

A pet crate (will certainly be best)!

The First Steps … Teaching Your Dog He Has A Nose

I favor to begin training with popcorn as a treat! I suggest, that does not physically and also emotionally get stimulated by the scent of popcorn? Directly, I like an air popper. I can pop, popcorn with 0 salt or butter due to the fact that neither benefit your pet dog! If you do use microwave, after that make use of reduced salt no butter. These make much better deals with.

Initially, I toss a piece that my dog can see and I say “locate it” insert whatever command you want … Track, find, browse or whatever you such as. He sees it, conveniently, which is an additional factor I like popcorn and also swallows it down. We do this a couple of times. He associates “search” with snacks and also a snack and also seeing me throw it! It’s enjoyable! There is literally 0 downsides to what we are doing. We do this many times, to build a good structure.

When I say “discover it” he begins looking for his reward, this is what I want! This will certainly assist you educate your pet for the ultimate actions.

Next, I sidetrack him and also throw a treat behind me (don’t make it difficult to locate) that he can not see, and also I ask him to “discover it”. In the beginning, he is perplexed, due to the fact that he can’t see you throw the snacks yet he soldiers on and also looks and smells since he has actually linked popcorn with the command, till he achieves success. This starts his journey into utilizing his nose and not his eyes.

Up until now he has used his nose, yet he hasn’t truly learned how to use it on cue or on command.

He hasn’t really found out to develop his capability to control his nose or use it for training!

Next Steps … Increasing The Challenge

The next step is to make it a lot more and much more tough …

OftenTypically I use a 6-foot leash chain the houseResidence so that I can control manage he is and as well as sure he doesn’t does not where I am tossing the popcorn. Once again, this is 100% positive; it is only a fun ready your dog so of course he is going to be delighted to play whenever you ask him to participate in additional training! A chain offers you far better control and likewise desensitizes him to a leash indoors it likewise helps you engage him when he is sidetracked. Due to the fact that disturbances are likely to take place outside too.

Any kind of pet dog owner can play this game and also it is the foundation to every one of my scent job. You can educate your pet in this manner! It’s fun!

Just How to Start Training Your Dog To Track HUMAN Footsteps

This following section is going to seem “weird” to you in the beginning, yet I assure it works.

Dozens of years back, I went to the week worth of talks put on by the Organization of Professional Dog Trainers (APDT)

I have constantly had a fondness for cops dogs as well as functioning pets specifically and also the training it involves. Among my opportunities was learning from a fantastic fitness instructor named Steve White, He was consistently seeing problems with police dogs being able to look for human fragrance on tough pavement. Lawn is very easy, however tracking a missing out on kid or a criminal or any type of human aroma over hard surfaces is hard. These surfaces do not hold fragrance for very long, like turf does.

The activity of the human damaging the strands of grass, includes in the aroma for your dog! Do not stress, I am not mosting likely to expect you to train on hard surface areas, you can stay with lawn but I wanted to include his approaches into my Schutzhund monitoring. Any type of pet dog owner can show these tools.

He developed the suggestion of “fragrance in a bottle” (this is why you require the squirt container) to help the dog adapt to harder surface areas as well as solidify WHAT he is tracking.

Commonly, when training or training a canine to track we scratch a track with our feet and also include delicious food in each foot step. So, in the dog’s mind; are they finding out to track food or are they learning to track human fragrance? I think it takes them a while to figure that out however if you use “scent in a bottle” you are frustrating them with a lot of human scent which better assists them to recognize what you want and that they aren’t simply looking for food.

Preparing To Train With “Scent in a Bottle”

So what I require you to do, is mosting likely to seem a little gross to you … but your pet dog is mosting likely to like it! Choose a T-shirt a pair of socks, underwear (ha ha) I uncommitted and also use it without antiperspirant, which masks your smell of training course, as well as do some backyard job or rest in whatever you select. The idea, regrettably, is to obtain a bit stinky so your pet will conveniently acknowledge your human scent from others. Don’t go crazy! Your pet requires some genuine human aroma to help him value what you are concerning to try and also teach him.

When your thing is odiferous sufficient, put it in distilled water. Water from the tap has some chemicals and fluoride in some nations as well as various other points that will certainly damage down your scent. Ring it, and put it in a squirt container.

We will certainly spray our shoes before each track or training session, at first. This strengthens that you are communicating far better with your dog. Your scent is going to be a lot more overwhelming to him as well as he is additionally mosting likely to discover food treats!

Take Your Scent Work as well as Training Outside!

Your pet has actually already discovered exactly how to utilize his sniffer with searching for treats in your home.

Taking It Outside

Next, it is time to take him outside to teach him the first step of actual monitoring.

Tracking ought to be done initial thing in the early morning, prior to your canine has morning meal. This is why I recommend rubber boots, otherwise your shoes will certainly obtain soaked by early morning dew. And, they ought to be really hungry for this to work well. Remember this is mostly a brand-new skill! New for both of you!

You ought to crate your dog and prepare to develop a “scent box” first.

A “aroma box” is a 4 × 4 approximately foot location where you are attempting to teach your pet the exact scent you want him smelling to find.

Take your flag and your boots and your scent in a bottle, treats, and sardines.

Spray your footwear only when you get out to the spot you wish to place the flag as well as educate to the extremely appropriate side of the track. The pet dog will be on the left so the flag needs to get on the right. The flag is for YOU to recognize where your scent box or track has been laid. YOU need to bring your canine to the right area.

Splash your footwear, set your flag in the ground to the right, and begin hunting with your feet and attempting and kicking to lay a box-shaped area of busted turf as well as aroma. In the beginning, you want to place not easily seen deals with (no snacks) this should be challenging into that aroma box. Be generous at first! This need to be satisfying!!! Don’t make your dog unwell yet put little cut up hot dogs or pieces of liver every several inches. As soon as you are made with this process, I desire you to JUMP over to the right-hand side far from the box you simply laid as well as stroll much around the location.

The reason we do this is so the pet dog doesn’t instantly follow your scent out of the box without reward. We intend to connect successfully and proceed making this enjoyable without complication, a minimum of to the most effective of our capability.

Wait concerning 5 to 10 minutes before obtaining your pet. Let that scent soak right into the ground and mingle with those treats you left. Place a can of sardines in your pocket.

Next, go obtain your pet out of his crate put his 6 ft chain on and get him actually excited! We do not normally do this in most training, but this is a task your dog must LOVE. Tap his chest, ask him if he wishes to go monitoring and get thrilled with him as you lead on his chain him towards the location.

Take him around to the front of the scent box. Ideally you can see where you stomped the grass or laid the aroma box in the dew. Remember your flag is simply to the right of the side of it.

Have him sit if you can (this is really the only basic obedience he requires), sling his chain between his front legs as well as behind his ideal leg. As you do so point toward the ground as well as offer him the command or cue that you have been utilizing. Enable him to draw onward as well as sniff. Slinging his leash between his front legs aids to keep his head down as well as the pressure off drawing difficult versus you. I do NOT like a harness, this puts you too much behind the dog as well as does not encourage the head being down.

In tracking, we enable regulated pulling on the leash, it is really what we want. A lot of training should be managed without any plucking all, however you are going to want your canine to leave before you during this kind of training. You may silently commend as he locates and eats deals with, yet stand silently and also allow him to track primarily on his very own. If he raises his head, or sees an interruption quietly factor towards package as well as give his command once again. We want that snout glued right into the scent box and also gradually finding deals with. Do not get as well delighted at this moment; this will draw his face out of the scent. Simply permit him to carefully search.

As soon as you are rather certain he has actually found a lot of the deals with, open up the canister of sardines and give it as a final benefit. We utilize sardines because they are stinky and also they are a really high benefit. Rub his ribs and applaud him and then lead him back within. Install your boots as well as your scent in a bottle.

Do this for at the very least a week, as well as try to do it daily.

Laying Your First Real Track

I wish to instruct your canine to track from step to footstep with his nose deep in the track. Air scenting is not as difficult or fun for either of you! Air scenting likewise indicates your canine is much more likely to draw since he is much less methodical or controlled.

Begin by picking an item in front of you that you can line up directly with, being STRAIGHT is essential. Choose a tree, a fence article, a bench. We are only going to lay a brief straight track of around 20 feet. Be sure you have 2 flags.

Start the procedure as defined over, laying your aroma box. Place that flag to the right and move to the middle of the box as well as discover that item you are mosting likely to approach. Start dragging your feet as well as relocating a straight path in the direction of it. In each footprint, lay a treat. One in the left foot step and also one in the appropriate foot step; so concerning every foot there will be a treat on one side or one more. Drag and stomp at first to obtain that scent because track, this is your pet dog’s first track!

When you get to approximately 20 feet drop the can of sardines as well as place the flag right behind it. This flag is to aid orient you.

Currently, jump off the track; walk around and also wait your 5 to 10 mins for that aroma to clear up into the track.

Go get your canine, obtain him thrilled and follow what you have actually been making with the scent box. Sling that chain under his front legs! Once he has actually found the treats, make certain your canine is straight before that straight spot and also offer the command to search once more. If his head comes up or there is a diversion silently point to the track as well as allow his nose do the job. Remember he will be going back and also forth a bit now from step to footprint.

Allow his nose do the job. You can’t really teach him this, you can just sustain him. If his head relocates off of the track, stop relocating entirely and wait on a couple of minutes, if he doesn’t involve on his very own gradually point to the ground and provide the command again. Don’t let him relocate a lot better in front of you than his body length at first. In this manner you can slowly stop and aid him, if he requires it. But please attempt to allow him function it out on his own.

When he gets to the end, pat as well as appreciation his sides once more! This must be an enjoyable process!

Remain to Increase The Level Of Difficulty

Keep points basic for a long time! Train similar to this for weeks prior to trying an added trouble degree and also just attempt individually.

Typically, I move to longer straight tracks 30 feet, 40 feet, and so on

. Allow him leave to the end of his 6-foot chain … so concerning 5.5 feet before you. Allow him to do more analytic. If you like this sporting activity commonly the canine will certainly track 10 feet or even more in front of you.

I do more strolling and less dragging of my feet. After several weeks he need to have understood.

Next off much less treats in the aroma box.

After that, I surprise the treats a little further on the track, for example as opposed to every foot, every 2 feet etc.

. You can likewise begin to mature the track much longer as much as 20 or 30 minutes.

After that, start to go down the amount of aroma in a bottle and also simply utilize your routine boots.

If you delight in this article and also this procedure I let us understand as well as I can update you on how to do edges and also later on add write-ups to your track to have your dog suggest. For currently maintain your tracks directly.

If you move also swiftly, you will both get distressed but you will certainly have trouble as a human understanding what is perplexing him because you do not have his nose

This can be time-consuming yet this is a wonderful actions to teach and also have in as well as under your control! As well as, it can come to be more and more tough as time progresses. As well as you can also title him via the American Kennel Club.

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Fragrance Work: Training Your Dog To Track

Dogs are amazing! They have fantastic noses as well as the ability to identify or utilize aroma. A dog’s nose is 100,000 times far better than yours! Also your puppy has this outstanding capability.

And scent work can be really satisfying for pet dogs!

So, allow us talk about beginning on just how to teach your pet to track! Since any kind of dog can be shown this ability … even if your pet does not know much basic obedience yet!

German Shepherd, Blood Hound, Belgian Malinois, Dachshund, Shih Tzu … breed doesn’t matter.

My experience comes from both mentor Service Dogs just how to find lost items (like their owner’s dropped or missing out on mobile phone or the remote) and also it also comes from picking up from skilled and also skilled instructors who trialed and entitled in Schutzhund. And, it comes from going to classes taught by professional police canine trainers as well as others whose jobs insist on excellent monitoring! I have actually taken a little bit from all of these experiences to finest show my dogs. taken a little bit from all of these experiences to ideal educate my dogs.

The American Kennel Club additionally provides titles in tracking for canine training. And also your canine does not need to be a German Shepherd to play this game or get a title. Also mixed breeds of all sizes and also forms and ages can involve.

Exactly How To Start Training Your Dog To Track

I have actually worked with some amazing tracking as well as aroma discovery fitness instructors! You must see what enters into having a dynamites or a medication detection dog! It is pretty very easy if you want to place in the moment for just how to instruct your pet to track.

Fortunately, monitoring is somewhat much less tedious for owner and pet dog!

Directly, I such as to start by instructing my dog that he has a nose.

Yes, that’s right, you require to show your dog he has a nose! It seems ridiculous, also as I type it! Just because he has the capacity doesn’t imply he recognizes exactly how to use it or that he recognizes how to control it.

I have numerous owners that inform me their dog currently provides eye get in touch with (because among my huge things is teaching eye contact on command), however as I claim, if you can’t manage it; why does it matter? That resembles stating my pet dog “rests”… yet if he does not “rest” on command, what use is it for you as an owner? NONE

So, let’s show him!

Materials You’re Going To Need

Low salt, no butter snacks or air-popped snacks as a reward

Cans of sardines for best treats

Liver treats or various other good smelling deals with

A 6-foot leash

A 10-foot chain or 25-foot chain

Buckle collar

A squirt bottle

Pure water

Rubber boots (these aren’t 100% essential) however when you begin laying tracks for your canine in the early morning you will certainly value your feet not getting wet!

A few grass flags

A pet crate (will certainly be best)!

The First Steps … Teaching Your Dog He Has A Nose

I favor to begin training with popcorn as a treat! I suggest, that does not physically and also emotionally get stimulated by the scent of popcorn? Directly, I like an air popper. I can pop, popcorn with 0 salt or butter due to the fact that neither benefit your pet dog! If you do use microwave, after that make use of reduced salt no butter. These make much better deals with.

Initially, I toss a piece that my dog can see and I say “locate it” insert whatever command you want … Track, find, browse or whatever you such as. He sees it, conveniently, which is an additional factor I like popcorn and also swallows it down. We do this a couple of times. He associates “search” with snacks and also a snack and also seeing me throw it! It’s enjoyable! There is literally 0 downsides to what we are doing. We do this many times, to build a good structure.

When I say “discover it” he begins looking for his reward, this is what I want! This will certainly assist you educate your pet for the ultimate actions.

Next, I sidetrack him and also throw a treat behind me (don’t make it difficult to locate) that he can not see, and also I ask him to “discover it”. In the beginning, he is perplexed, due to the fact that he can’t see you throw the snacks yet he soldiers on and also looks and smells since he has actually linked popcorn with the command, till he achieves success. This starts his journey into utilizing his nose and not his eyes.

Up until now he has used his nose, yet he hasn’t truly learned how to use it on cue or on command.

He hasn’t really found out to develop his capability to control his nose or use it for training!

Next Steps … Increasing The Challenge

The next step is to make it a lot more and much more tough …

OftenTypically I use a 6-foot leash chain the houseResidence so that I can control manage he is and as well as sure he doesn’t does not where I am tossing the popcorn. Once again, this is 100% positive; it is only a fun ready your dog so of course he is going to be delighted to play whenever you ask him to participate in additional training! A chain offers you far better control and likewise desensitizes him to a leash indoors it likewise helps you engage him when he is sidetracked. Due to the fact that disturbances are likely to take place outside too.

Any kind of pet dog owner can play this game and also it is the foundation to every one of my scent job. You can educate your pet in this manner! It’s fun!

Just How to Start Training Your Dog To Track HUMAN Footsteps

This following section is going to seem “weird” to you in the beginning, yet I assure it works.

Dozens of years back, I went to the week worth of talks put on by the Organization of Professional Dog Trainers (APDT)

I have constantly had a fondness for cops dogs as well as functioning pets specifically and also the training it involves. Among my opportunities was learning from a fantastic fitness instructor named Steve White, He was consistently seeing problems with police dogs being able to look for human fragrance on tough pavement. Lawn is very easy, however tracking a missing out on kid or a criminal or any type of human aroma over hard surfaces is hard. These surfaces do not hold fragrance for very long, like turf does.

The activity of the human damaging the strands of grass, includes in the aroma for your dog! Do not stress, I am not mosting likely to expect you to train on hard surface areas, you can stay with lawn but I wanted to include his approaches into my Schutzhund monitoring. Any type of pet dog owner can show these tools.

He developed the suggestion of “fragrance in a bottle” (this is why you require the squirt container) to help the dog adapt to harder surface areas as well as solidify WHAT he is tracking.

Commonly, when training or training a canine to track we scratch a track with our feet and also include delicious food in each foot step. So, in the dog’s mind; are they finding out to track food or are they learning to track human fragrance? I think it takes them a while to figure that out however if you use “scent in a bottle” you are frustrating them with a lot of human scent which better assists them to recognize what you want and that they aren’t simply looking for food.

Preparing To Train With “Scent in a Bottle”

So what I require you to do, is mosting likely to seem a little gross to you … but your pet dog is mosting likely to like it! Choose a T-shirt a pair of socks, underwear (ha ha) I uncommitted and also use it without antiperspirant, which masks your smell of training course, as well as do some backyard job or rest in whatever you select. The idea, regrettably, is to obtain a bit stinky so your pet will conveniently acknowledge your human scent from others. Don’t go crazy! Your pet requires some genuine human aroma to help him value what you are concerning to try and also teach him.

When your thing is odiferous sufficient, put it in distilled water. Water from the tap has some chemicals and fluoride in some nations as well as various other points that will certainly damage down your scent. Ring it, and put it in a squirt container.

We will certainly spray our shoes before each track or training session, at first. This strengthens that you are communicating far better with your dog. Your scent is going to be a lot more overwhelming to him as well as he is additionally mosting likely to discover food treats!

Take Your Scent Work as well as Training Outside!

Your pet has actually already discovered exactly how to utilize his sniffer with searching for treats in your home.

Taking It Outside

Next, it is time to take him outside to teach him the first step of actual monitoring.

Tracking ought to be done initial thing in the early morning, prior to your canine has morning meal. This is why I recommend rubber boots, otherwise your shoes will certainly obtain soaked by early morning dew. And, they ought to be really hungry for this to work well. Remember this is mostly a brand-new skill! New for both of you!

You ought to crate your dog and prepare to develop a “scent box” first.

A “aroma box” is a 4 × 4 approximately foot location where you are attempting to teach your pet the exact scent you want him smelling to find.

Take your flag and your boots and your scent in a bottle, treats, and sardines.

Spray your footwear only when you get out to the spot you wish to place the flag as well as educate to the extremely appropriate side of the track. The pet dog will be on the left so the flag needs to get on the right. The flag is for YOU to recognize where your scent box or track has been laid. YOU need to bring your canine to the right area.

Splash your footwear, set your flag in the ground to the right, and begin hunting with your feet and attempting and kicking to lay a box-shaped area of busted turf as well as aroma. In the beginning, you want to place not easily seen deals with (no snacks) this should be challenging into that aroma box. Be generous at first! This need to be satisfying!!! Don’t make your dog unwell yet put little cut up hot dogs or pieces of liver every several inches. As soon as you are made with this process, I desire you to JUMP over to the right-hand side far from the box you simply laid as well as stroll much around the location.

The reason we do this is so the pet dog doesn’t instantly follow your scent out of the box without reward. We intend to connect successfully and proceed making this enjoyable without complication, a minimum of to the most effective of our capability.

Wait concerning 5 to 10 minutes before obtaining your pet. Let that scent soak right into the ground and mingle with those treats you left. Place a can of sardines in your pocket.

Next, go obtain your pet out of his crate put his 6 ft chain on and get him actually excited! We do not normally do this in most training, but this is a task your dog must LOVE. Tap his chest, ask him if he wishes to go monitoring and get thrilled with him as you lead on his chain him towards the location.

Take him around to the front of the scent box. Ideally you can see where you stomped the grass or laid the aroma box in the dew. Remember your flag is simply to the right of the side of it.

Have him sit if you can (this is really the only basic obedience he requires), sling his chain between his front legs as well as behind his ideal leg. As you do so point toward the ground as well as offer him the command or cue that you have been utilizing. Enable him to draw onward as well as sniff. Slinging his leash between his front legs aids to keep his head down as well as the pressure off drawing difficult versus you. I do NOT like a harness, this puts you too much behind the dog as well as does not encourage the head being down.

In tracking, we enable regulated pulling on the leash, it is really what we want. A lot of training should be managed without any plucking all, however you are going to want your canine to leave before you during this kind of training. You may silently commend as he locates and eats deals with, yet stand silently and also allow him to track primarily on his very own. If he raises his head, or sees an interruption quietly factor towards package as well as give his command once again. We want that snout glued right into the scent box and also gradually finding deals with. Do not get as well delighted at this moment; this will draw his face out of the scent. Simply permit him to carefully search.

As soon as you are rather certain he has actually found a lot of the deals with, open up the canister of sardines and give it as a final benefit. We utilize sardines because they are stinky and also they are a really high benefit. Rub his ribs and applaud him and then lead him back within. Install your boots as well as your scent in a bottle.

Do this for at the very least a week, as well as try to do it daily.

Laying Your First Real Track

I wish to instruct your canine to track from step to footstep with his nose deep in the track. Air scenting is not as difficult or fun for either of you! Air scenting likewise indicates your canine is much more likely to draw since he is much less methodical or controlled.

Begin by picking an item in front of you that you can line up directly with, being STRAIGHT is essential. Choose a tree, a fence article, a bench. We are only going to lay a brief straight track of around 20 feet. Be sure you have 2 flags.

Start the procedure as defined over, laying your aroma box. Place that flag to the right and move to the middle of the box as well as discover that item you are mosting likely to approach. Start dragging your feet as well as relocating a straight path in the direction of it. In each footprint, lay a treat. One in the left foot step and also one in the appropriate foot step; so concerning every foot there will be a treat on one side or one more. Drag and stomp at first to obtain that scent because track, this is your pet dog’s first track!

When you get to approximately 20 feet drop the can of sardines as well as place the flag right behind it. This flag is to aid orient you.

Currently, jump off the track; walk around and also wait your 5 to 10 mins for that aroma to clear up into the track.

Go get your canine, obtain him thrilled and follow what you have actually been making with the scent box. Sling that chain under his front legs! Once he has actually found the treats, make certain your canine is straight before that straight spot and also offer the command to search once more. If his head comes up or there is a diversion silently point to the track as well as allow his nose do the job. Remember he will be going back and also forth a bit now from step to footprint.

Allow his nose do the job. You can’t really teach him this, you can just sustain him. If his head relocates off of the track, stop relocating entirely and wait on a couple of minutes, if he doesn’t involve on his very own gradually point to the ground and provide the command again. Don’t let him relocate a lot better in front of you than his body length at first. In this manner you can slowly stop and aid him, if he requires it. But please attempt to allow him function it out on his own.

When he gets to the end, pat as well as appreciation his sides once more! This must be an enjoyable process!

Remain to Increase The Level Of Difficulty

Keep points basic for a long time! Train similar to this for weeks prior to trying an added trouble degree and also just attempt individually.

Typically, I move to longer straight tracks 30 feet, 40 feet, and so on

. Allow him leave to the end of his 6-foot chain … so concerning 5.5 feet before you. Allow him to do more analytic. If you like this sporting activity commonly the canine will certainly track 10 feet or even more in front of you.

I do more strolling and less dragging of my feet. After several weeks he need to have understood.

Next off much less treats in the aroma box.

After that, I surprise the treats a little further on the track, for example as opposed to every foot, every 2 feet etc.

. You can likewise begin to mature the track much longer as much as 20 or 30 minutes.

After that, start to go down the amount of aroma in a bottle and also simply utilize your routine boots.

If you delight in this article and also this procedure I let us understand as well as I can update you on how to do edges and also later on add write-ups to your track to have your dog suggest. For currently maintain your tracks directly.

If you move also swiftly, you will both get distressed but you will certainly have trouble as a human understanding what is perplexing him because you do not have his nose

This can be time-consuming yet this is a wonderful actions to teach and also have in as well as under your control! As well as, it can come to be more and more tough as time progresses. As well as you can also title him via the American Kennel Club.

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Name: Adam Taurus Age: May 8th, 1994 Gender: Male FC: Gavin Leatherwood

Character Biography 

Adam was born in a small dust mining outpost deep in the arctic, well away from civilization and the watchful eye of the law, where his parents worked long hours in dangerous conditions for little pay. The miners were expected to pay absurd prices for room and board, as well as food and any luxuries, forcing them to borrow from the SDC or work longer shifts. It was a practice designed to keep them poor, keep them working in the mines until the day they died, as many of them often did. With so many companies refusing to employ faunus, his parents’ race, or other mystiques incapable of hiding what they were, it was a trap many couldn’t afford to avoid.

By the time he’d turned ten, Adam was already doing odd jobs around the outpost; unloading deliveries, helping at the small ‘convenience’ store, babysitting the younger kids, whatever he could do to earn his keep. His father took to drinking, putting them further into debt while telling him how sorry he was they’d had him, that he’d been born into this. Adam supposed it was meant to be comforting, or apologetic. His mother tried to be better, enough for him to know he was loved, that he wasn’t completely unwanted. Enough that when his father got drunk and was goaded into a fight with a few of the human guards that he mourned them when the foreman sent for him the next morning.

At age thirteen he received his first beating, having been caught stealing food and first aid supplies from the guard quarters to distribute among the miners. By fifteen he’d earned a reputation as a hotheaded instigator among security and the administration, and someone you could count on to have your back, to stand up to the humans, by the miners. His reputation was enough that at sixteen he was approached by a representative of the White Fang, a faunus rights organization, that had infiltrated the outpost in order to expose the working conditions of the faunus.

At just sixteen, Adam was free. He had a new mission in life, a new family, and a new scar with one good eye. It left him self-conscious, even among other faunus, but he wouldn’t change a thing. He was out.

The first time he killed a human had been an accident. Plenty of training with both his weapon and his magic, but no real world experience. He’d thought he would feel badly about taking a life, even a mundane’s, but there was no guilt. Just the knowledge that now there was one less human capable of hurting his people, and it was thanks to him. Their leader was mad enough about the incident, though it saved his life, but it didn’t matter nearly as much as the praise being heaped upon him by his fellows.

That was the start for him, the beginning of his slide into violent activism. The mundanes would never respect them through peaceful protest. They never accept them as equals simply because they’d asked. They’d only learn respect when they were afraid, would only accept equality when they learned it was they who were inferior to faunus. And that was a lesson he was more than happy to teach.

Headcanons

Adam was recently given control over the New England branch of the White Fang, with their headquarters hidden in Porthaven.

He had a partner, both in the romantic and working sense, for a few years, though she lacked the conviction to do what needed to be done. She abandoned him, abandoned the cause and their people, and he’s not sure which made for the bigger slap in the face.

An altercation with security left him scarred and permanently blind in his left eye. He prefers to wear an eyepatch in his day to day, but wears a custom mask for White Fang business.

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NDRV3 RPG Basic Character Outline

eh? nani sore? I finally finished the basic outline of each character’s class and backstory (as well as some relationships) after 3 months? It’s pretty long and has some implied spoilers but otherwise it’s pretty spoiler-free rip mobile users

Team Himiko

Yumeno Himiko - The protag of the story, a very unmotivated mage who only agreed to go on the adventure because her best friend is missing and feels like she has to do it. Is often stuck in weird situations thanks to Rantaro and Ouma- her only actual motivation is the letters that Tenko sends her occasionally. It is implied she may be one of the most powerful mages in the kingdom, but nobody can prove this as Himiko always makes up an excuse to not use her full power. She’s the only mage to be able to use all elements of magic.

Amami Rantaro - That one mystery man that you see at the title screen. His class is also unknown but has all-rounded skills both in magic and close-combat. Informs Himiko of her duties at the very beginning and the first one to join her party and practically invites anyone to their party despites Himiko’s many (and lazy) protests. Seems to know more than he lets on but Himiko doesn’t question him since she doesn’t really care. Has this odd looking familiar that follows him around, Himiko likes him so that’s one good thing about having Rantaro in her party.

Yonaga Angie -  The priest that doesn’t look like a priest, Angie comes from a foreign land to practice the arts of purification magic. She’s one of the only members who Himiko invited personally to her group and actually appreciates. She often has to motivate Himiko to get them to go anywhere ( or Angie tries to use Rantaro as human sacrifice and Himiko thinks that’s a bad idea.)

Ouma Kokichi – A supposed powerful necromancer that has a secret army of over 10 thousand undead members and that one shady map seller in games but also has a butt ton of helpful items such as dungeon keys he found 5 years old that conveniently opens the gate to the dungeon they’re going to. Has his own shetler pony called Daikichi (often called Dai-chan) that he has to carry half the time since he's too slow until Shinguuji gives him a wagon. Himiko was gonna leave him behind until Rantaro invited him to join their group much to Himiko’s dismay. He also occasionally gives hints in obscene ways to ‘help the team.’

Daikichi (aka Dai-chan) – Ouma’s pet horse and companion, Dai-chan is a shetler horse apparently given to Ouma by a mysterious fairy after he dropped a bottle of panta in the fountain Dai-chan wears a horse mask(and nobody (except Maki) questions about it) and Ouma/Rantaro are his main caretakers. don't worry they take off the mask when he eats. Is so slow that Ouma has to carry him half the time until Shinguuji gives him a wagon for Dai-chan. Really likes Rantaro and Ouma and is the only thing Ouma won’t sell or trade for anything.

Harukawa Maki – The demon gatekeeper of the first dungeon and an expert archer. Has a flower theme and is pissed off 23/6. Constantly pissed off and one of the only people who can actually make her happy is Momota. Cooks for the group and usually deals with the bargaining. Lucifer (the first dungeon boss) offered Maki as a reward for defeating him and both Himiko and Maki were gonna reject the offer but Rantaro accepted Lucifer’s offer. Seriously wants to kill Ouma but Gonta somehow manages to stop her.  She’s very stealthy so she can easily instant KO enemies if Himiko just wants to rush through an area. 

Gonta Gokuhara – The literal B.F.G (aka big friendly giant) that was raised by wolves. Unlike the usual giants who are literal dickheads, Gonta is so nice that the giants exiled him from their land. Luckily, Gonta has the ability to shrink himself to human sized so nobody will try and murder him. He found Himiko’s group by coincidence while one of the butterflies he was studying flew onto Maki’s horn (which she didn’t mind). Is one of the members Himiko personally invites to the group and likes to ride on his shoulders when she doesn’t want to walk anymore.   He’s able to communicate with animals and insects and control them as well, but Gonta don’t like doing that so he often uses his bare fists or a club to defeat enemies.

Kiibo – A rusted robot that Himiko and co. found shortly after Maki’s recruitment, Himiko originally wanted to leave him behind but Rantaro insisted on bringing him to the next town so the local blacksmith (aka Iruma) could check on him. Once she oils him up, the first thing Kiibo sees is Ouma staring directly at him with his face half blue (due to the illuminating light coming from Kiibo) and literally asks him if he had a dick. Kiibo is officially traumatized and wished he stayed asleep. Doesn’t remember what his purpose is but follows Himiko and co. in hopes of them being able to fix his amnesia.

Iruma Miu – The alchemist (or “The great fuckin’ Inventor Iruma Miu-sama!”) of the group, literally only joined the group because of her strong interest to Kiibo (much to the robot’s dismay). Dai-chan doesn’t like her so he tries to kick her at least 12 times a day. Once sent the party down a volcano when she really wanted that one thing and it set off a trap causing a pitfall (Dai-chan was safe don’t worry). Maki nearly killed her that day.  She mainly provides support with her many machinery with the assistance of her (clumsy) blue mouse friend she made from leftover parts and fixes any broken things the group happens to come across (like Maki’s bow and arrow and random trinkets they find off the floor and she upgrades their weapons).

Team Sai-Kae-de (Saihara + Kaede) (they’re not the best at naming-)

Saihara Shuuichi – The rookie detective and part of the castle’s security forces, the King sends him and Kirumi in search of his daughter after she gets kidnapped. Saihara’s extremely thankful he has Kirumi to fend off monsters since he’s like a noodle and would get trampled if he wasn’t careful enough. After fainting from exhaustion, Kirumi carries him to the nearest village (which happens to snow all year round) and meet Kaede, a waitress/pianist of the local pub. He and Kaede share leadership of the party since everyone thought they were the most suited for the job. He doesn’t particularly fit in any class as he’s not very strong and has a limited amount of magic, so he often has to watch from the side but is quite stealthy so in return he uses his detective skills to help the team through dungeons and stuff.

Akamatsu Kaede – An elf who lives in a snow village and works at the local pub as a waitress while occasionally performing on the piano, Kaede almost considered setting the village on fire (since all the buildings are cabins-) for a change of pace until Kirumi came in with an exhausted Saihara. After hearing their goal, Kaede quickly joins their party for some excitement in her mundane life ( hasn’t told anyone about how she wanted to burn her village down yet-). She’s the bard of the group and she’s more on the offensive side, but is also able to provide a small amount of defense

Tojo Kirumi – The personal maid of Chabashira Tenko and the head knight of Dreamfield, she accompanies Saihara through his journey to rescue Tenko. Although it looks like she does not wear armor, her dress is actually custom-made armor plating designed to fool others into thinking she’s a defenseless maid, she’s also able to use small amounts of magic. She’s the one to bargain in flea markets as well as care for the rest of the team. She has a deep interest in the black magic, which eventually led the team to Shinguuji’s store. She also once worked alongside Hoshi before.

Shirogane Tsumugi – The ‘rookie’ mage that Saihara and co. found passed out on the pathway to the town where Shinguuji’s store was. She’s mainly support but is able to use transformation magic to help the team bypass stuff. She’s also very cautious around Shinguuji’s black magic as they’re said to be able to exocise the Big Bad himself.

Shinguuji Korekiyo – The necromancer that the whole town fears as it’s implied he’s able to communicate with his dead sister. The only reason why Saihara even agreed to go in his store was because of Kirumi’s interest in black magic. He also provides support for the team and is able to summon the undead to distract enemies in case Saihara just wants to get the fuck out. He also occasionally teaches Kirumi about black magic, much to Saihara and Kaede’s concerns. He also gives Ouma a wagon during a cross-meeting between Himiko and Saihara.

Hoshi Ryoma – A once nobel knight that had worked under Kirumi but resigned due to personal reasons. Nowadays, he’s known as the Berserker Tennis due to his aggressive style as well preferring to use a racquet and tennis ball rather than a sword. He approached Saihara and co. at a restaurant after eavesdropping on them, Kirumi was obviously shocked as she hadn’t seen him in years. It is unknown why he joined the team but Saihara assumes it’s because he’d like to see Tenko one last time (bc you know, knights duty?)

Momota Kaito  – The part-time astronomer and librarian of Dreamfield’s biggest library, Saihara and co. happen to run across him taking a bath by the nearby river (full nude, no towel, like a man yo). He also has a master (who is basically the head librarian aha) and is a powerful skald but doesn’t have a lot of magic so his master banned him from using any magic tools as he coughs blood if he uses too much magic and instead trained his body. Despite this, Momota still uses magic tools. Everytime the team defeats a dungeon and goes to a restaurant to celebrate, Momota always exaggerates the tales (even if it was just a low-leveled enemy) to the other customers. Also met Maki a long time ago, but did not know she was a demon until Himiko and co. had a cross-meeting with Saihara and co. (he was very shook) He also fear Shinguuji for obvious reasons

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Chabashira Tenko – The princess of Dreamfield and a trained martial artist, she has a very close bond with Himiko and Angie (she’s wary of her tho). She has her own personal maid (aka Kirumi) who she treats like a big sister. When she was younger, she’d done a bad and confronted a slime monster (they’re very powerful since their acid can melt anything) and got cursed to being half slimy. She decided to not remove the curse since “it would add on to her training”. Her kicks and punches are strong enough to cut down huge forests and even rip through strong armor as well.It is known that the Big Bad had kidnapped her, but for some reason she has enough freedom to send Himiko letters every now and then, so it is unknown if she’s really been taken to the Big Bad’s castle.

Monocubs (aka Monosuke, Monokid, Monodam, Monofunny and Monotaro) – The main 5 generals of the Big Bad, they each have a dungeon in the kingdoms main 5 cities. It is said that over 10 thousand brave adventurers challenged them and failed, but it is unknown if this is true as Himiko and co. have often found them doing weird things such as covering the path with honey. It is also said that one of them might have Tenko captured in their dungeon (but that is false).

Monokuma  – The self-proclaimed father of the monocubs as well as the head general. It is implied that he’s the Big Bad but he actually does more secretary work and also issues orders to the cubs. He often leaves the castle to taunt Himiko and co. as well Saihara and co. Nobody has managed to challenge him yet so his abilities are unknown except that he’s able to use magic to a degree 

[macartneyfamilyadventure]

Re-entry

It has been 2 months since we left our life in the jungle of Costa Rica for the “concrete jungle” of the U.S.  A lot of people have asked us how we’re doing - how has the transition been; what do we miss about Costa Rica; what are we glad to return to; and most importantly,what changes have we noticed in ourselves?  We’ve been warned that culture shock upon re-entry can be tougher than the culture shock we experienced when we went to Costa Rica.  We’ve been admired for our bravery in taking on the adventure of moving to the jungle for 2 1/2 years.  We’ve been questioned about our experiences and applauded for getting out of our comfort zones.   

But we’ve also realized that not everyone wants to hear about our adventures.  Not everyone cares about what we experienced and the perspective we gained from those experiences.  Not everyone wants to understand what it is like to teach with zero resources, why we don’t ask for help right away when the smartboard isn’t functioning properly, or why our patience runs thin when teachers complain that the internet  isn’t working for a few minutes so they can’t possibly teach.  

But we get it.  This was our experience - our transformation.  It seems cool to others on the surface - it looks neat - but then that’s enough.  People are living their own lives, and they don’t need endless stories of our jungle experiences.  “In Costa Rica...” gets old fast.  And that’s okay.  We didn’t move to Costa Rica to be able to tell our story.  We did this for us, for our family.  Hopefully we influenced lives in positive ways while we were there too, but we did this for us. 

Coming back to the U.S. has brought us a whole new perspective once again.  We are not the same people we were when we left.  Our experiences have changed us.  Whenever we go to the store - any store - Jonah tells me not to take a plastic bag.  He says he’ll carry what we bought, or we put it in canvas bags, but we don’t take the plastic.  He knows too much about where those bags end up, and he wants to do his part.

He swam through the garbage in the ocean in Costa Rica and saw plastic bags masking as jellyfish that the turtles would then eat.  He knows that we cannot ignore the issue because we think “it’s not my problem.” 

This is because of our experiences. This is why we did it.

Molly and Megan are attending a school that is 86% Latino and 10% African-American.  They are the minority in the school, and it doesn’t phase them.  They have already made friends, from all different socioeconomic and language backgrounds, and none of that matters.  They’ve made friends.  Period.  Not Black friends, not White friends, not Latino friends.    JUST FRIENDS. 

This is because of our experiences. This is why we did it. 

So what do I miss?  I miss family togetherness.  In Costa Rica, we were ALWAYS together.  Maybe a little too much.  We lived in a small house, had one car, all traveled to the same school every day, and were basically never apart.  But now I miss it.  In my new job, I find myself driving between different schools, sometimes spending hours on the road in a given day, and I get lonely.  I miss my kids and my husband.  I miss our car-chatter.  I know I should be happy for some alone time, but it’s just too quiet.  I miss them.  I sometimes go home after work to grab a kid to take to the grocery store with me because I want company, even though I could have just gone alone.  They’re cool kids.  I love being with them, and I miss having them near me all day long. 

And I miss the cows.  And the raw natural landscape.  (Even the car-sized giant pot holes!  Okay, not really.)  But I do miss the adventure of driving across a river every day just to get to school.  “Traffic” in our area of Costa Rica did not consist of cars, but rather of cows clogging the road.  Here, in Florida, I spend a lot of time stuck in actual traffic; roads with 4 lanes going each way and plenty of stressed out, angry drivers.  

I miss the cows.

But I am happy to have the conveniences of living in a first world country again.  Walmart, Target.... they’re a stone’s throw away.  We don’t need to plan an entire weekend to visit a store or go to a medical appointment.  We can run out and get what we need, and we know it will be good quality.  

I’m happy to be closer to our family again.  Even though we took jobs in Florida and our family are mostly in Michigan, we are still much closer than we used to be.  And that’s important.  Family is very important.  And we’ve been blessed - on both sides - with awesome people in our family. We love being closer to them!

I’m happy to receive a salary that might just pay the bills.  The transition has been tough because we didn’t start work for a month and then it takes another month to begin receiving paychecks, but in the end, we will once again be able to take a deep breath and pay our monthly bills without biting our fingernails off.  We might even be able to go out to dinner once in a while.  

Now, to be honest, the absolute hardest transition for us has been to enter the current political landscape of the United States. I spent an entire year researching and writing a doctoral dissertation on the development of intercultural competence in education.  And now we are confronted in this country with an incredible amount of hatred and violence,,, I just don’t get it.  I don’t.  In this day and age, with the knowledge we all SHOULD possess as 21st century citizens, how can anyone possibly think that one race is better than another?  That one culture is better than another?  That one language is better than another?  We are all humans!  As I tell my students and my own children all the time, it is the HEART that counts.  Skin color, physical features - none of that matters because we are all human beings.  But a person’s character - - that is what is important.  That is what counts.  

This week we have seen some very ugly human characters.  We have seen hatred that makes me embarrassed to be a part of this country.  But rather than move again (we can’t afford it!), we can try to be a positive influence right here in our own country.  Maybe the Macartney kids can be lights of goodness and open mindedness in their schools.  Maybe BJ and I can do the same in our work places.  Maybe we can - all - change this hatred little by little.

Have we changed?  You bet.  Does everyone want to hear about it?  No.  And that’s okay.  As long as we hold on to the fundamental changes we have experienced, the new perspectives we gained, and the open hearts we have acquired.  We don’t need to tell everyone about our experiences.  They don’t need to care.  But we DO need to show them, through our words and actions, the people we are now BECAUSE of those experiences.  

[irena-tischenko]

Endless Self-Similarity

We shall make it clear that what is anomaly and disorder from one point of view is nevertheless a necessary element of a vaster order, and an inevitable consequence of the laws governing the development of all manifestation. Let it be said at once however that this is no reason to submit passively to the disorder and obscurity that seem to be triumphing at the moment, for were it so we should have nothing better to do than to remain silent.

Rene Guenon, The Crisis of the Modern World, 1927

Chaos, in the broadest sense defined as a state of absolute disorder of a system or a lack of order.

BEGIN with basic statements, we learned: while making attempts to define any abstract items or revise the term, we should consider unobvious constraints of our thinking, invisibly bringing with existing lexical and sensing tools of comprehension.

We remember, that human mind operates with a very narrow spectrum of humanity-mastered tools, intent to improve world` knowing and understanding process. Our vision and world-describing mechanism also limited with these.

Any search (either searching a precise definition of the phenomenon or the searching another problem-solving solutions) in the circumstances of limited resources is directed to the subjective value and easiness of usage. As an aftermath, most part of the meanings and thoughts, created by humanity, never goes to the open space of pure search, being bound with hard-to-define conventional semantic constructs, such as a “benefit”, “efficiency” and “optimal”. Also, we can’t avoid huge amount cognitive biases.

Therefore, any research we have to start from observing instruments of research, after that goes investigation of the personality mindset to define it operation principles and try to predict restrictions.

This idea can be seen as another way to find a mind state, closed to state of pure perception, but our horizon is much further: we are looking for quantifiable constraints of our mind just to stop keeping within certain limits.

Evolution is I am

Our ancestries through evolution, in difficult conditions for a long time. We are the offsprings of the branch of successful apes, which learned and teach kids how to survive from the beginning of time and brought to the world the improved samples of new people.

Among existed apes we are the best.

We are placed on the top of world just because we are really good at two things: looking for a new and effective ways of getting profit. We all have a powerful pimped compass inside, always showing us the direction of thinking, common for all primates: body comfort, food supply and reproduction.

It still works well, but it’s already not enough for two reasons: world was changed and the way it is was changed.

An old-fashioned profit-looking compass is useless and even harmful already. At Mark, Mask’s and Brin’ era, idea of upmarket consumption is a very wasting time. For people of first-worlds with their sufficiency and fullness, involved in various well-payed useless job paradigm shifting is not necessity, and they probably noticed changes just when Buzzfeed will make another post about it.

At the same time, some young evangelists of a brand-new way of consumption, show that life doesn’t consist of profit, as we used to consider.

There are some people with an unfamiliar and weird life mode, who often paying bills in amount of a small country budget and at the same time wearing cheap watches and humble shoes.

And at the same time old hat newspaper owners, who stop to create classy things foregoing century, still believe in a power of fucking hundred thousand fashion shit, trading with paparazzi shoots leaks, and drink everywhere anecdotally expensive whiskey, trying to remember, what the bloody reason to continue that lifestyle, despite the never-ending open as-a-day miracles of new world which lay to them all last decade at minimum.

Leandro Herrero wrote about that:

“Corporate life lives in a bubble. We may not want to admit it, but we do. We think that the forces upon us are the invisible hands of markets, of course the political life, and our own internal capability of producing the appropriate products and services.”

Those pretenders will gone to the boat last ones, and we have no idea, how they will promote their lifestyle in a society, where, for example, possession will be a burden, weighing on the life of common people.

The same new dimension of profit we listen from neuroscientist and philosopher Sam Harris in his TED lecture, where he did reflect, how to profitably use one's time and rethinking our well-being in a larger context:

«In fact, the endurance of religion as a lens through which most people view moral questions has separated most moral talk from real questions of human and animal suffering. This is why we spend our time talking about things like gay marriage and not about genocide or nuclear proliferation or poverty or any other hugely consequential issue. But the demagogues are right about one thing: We need a universal conception of human values.»

But let`s forget about someone else ignorance, and observe our own.

For the convenience of pure knowledge

Curiosity, as a thing – is a insatiable hunger, and everyone, who got the Socratic understanding of knowing-nothing, and want to change it to go further to look at the world as is, putting out a fire with gasoline. If you curious, you at the same time unable to stop looking for the right questions and asking them, even every smarty dude from Youtube manifested it out every corner till you go away with loathing.

Even thou.

Again, according to Socrate, who describes a knowledge (epistêmê) as ability to know the real as it is, we come to the risk to come to the on-bounding perception concept. And again, we just looking for a way to avoid most part of mistakes, bounding our common-people consciousness, with trying to avoid them without buzzing with certain supremacy about fucking changes in the world.

We care about keeping interesting for the world and coming to the sort of comprehension.   

According to Aristotle, human beings have a natural desire and capacity to know and understand the truth, to pursue moral excellence, and to instantiate their ideals in the world through action.

Does it means we don’t need to start a curiosity of fire with a bit of a knowledge? Does it mean no one need pushing ourselves to know? Does it means we just need to figure out, what exactly we are interested in and the most pleasant way to complete understanding?

We offer to start from the simple task: try to watch a life without gravity to the food- and sex-related items. Usually the next sequence helps: а) managing the inner primate’ behaviour, b) removing ape-shaped components, c) organizing a personal mindset: regular classification system, prioritizing system, decision-making and problem-solving mind systems.

Then, if you not amazed with a single idea of moved out from mindset as more as possible disclosing profit-oriented decision rails, probably you interested to observe, how around system looks without them.  

Main exploration tool

If you don’t really scared with previous paragraphs, let’s talk about next personality-scratching steps. Human development determined by consistent usage of certain tools for creation other tools.

Complex instrument for understanding the world embodies some ideas ​​multiply elementary instruments.

As soon as ape has measured the first item, all items that way or another turned into measuring equipment for further researches.

We consider the perception (or in certain sense a mind) as a main exploration tool on the earth, though neuroplasticity as a main condition for the learning.  

There are no things more important, than mental ability to change, or “reorganize itself by forming new neural connections throughout life”. Neuroplasticity function is the major requirement for a long-term surviving on the surface of our planet, what we are talking at the beginning.

So, as soon surface has changed and everyone knowledge demands has changed, maybe one time you’ll find an hour for pure thinking?  Or even find a two minutes to talk about new North for our profit compass?  

In current moment observation tools actually has become complicated enough to led to discover human’s evolutionary determined desire to revealing regularity, which oriented to identifying patterns and drives us there.

Pattern-watching and Pattern matching

Human survivals are pretty good in both, and this fixed desire to play “Find the similarities” game after all these years of knowledge evolution bring us a knowledge about special pattern form – fractal.

Usually it defined as a similar consistent patterns (the whole object has the same shape as his one or more parts); without going into the mathematical definition, it can be described as an object, exactly or approximately coincides with a part of himself.

Not so long time ago the concept of a fractal or self-similarity concept, received the status of a clear mathematical construct and bring the names for many objects and phenomenas, which have been described before as an "chaotic" and "formless".

That new way of describing the world made many bulky structures and meanings comprehensible – particularly, we’ve got an ability to represent graphically the iteratively built fractals.

Hey, aliens! Come here, we’ve got a new measurement instrument and need to observe you!

So, as soon as we’ve reached a fractal domain, and immediately goes to effortless juggling with senses, unfeasible before, and directed a human thought to the completely different level of understanding of the complexity of consistency. Rethinking of entropy, they says.

And – a new angle for the world view.

Some scientific theory consider the universe as a set of never-ending fractals. This phenomenon based on a simple idea: the infinite variety of figures can be obtained from relatively simple constructions with only two operations – copying and scaling.

Appearance and further spreading through the collective mind different recognizable forms of self-similar structures and has led to the raise the research interest, careful consideration and studying various fractal forms, placed humanity far beyond comprehension limit.

The process of implementation self-similarity principle into the sciences was pretty rapid: if person enquire it anywhere one single time, it has led to the fractal form recognition everywhere.

If the new regularity was noticed before, we can observe it and find it in any place, wherever we focused: in the nature, in the abstract ideas, in the space, in the whole world.

The human itself and human activities are the fractal, human brain is a fractal, human development is a fractal, and so on.

A linguistic expression of this principle and it rules has the same number of variations as the numbers of options for assembling the Rubik's Cube, and most of them has unclear forms, hard to understanding for non-specialists. We prefer next two: “self-similarity comply the self-similarity principle” and “fractal principle comply per se”.

Here is another application of the a fractal algorithm: humanity stands at the right point to start observation for it selves and particularly for it development process.

Developing system usually coexisting with increasing of system complexity, the emergence of advanced structural concerns and extending the phenomenon calibre and the irreversibility of changing.

Among simple human concepts irreversibility presented the main characteristic of the time. But since we already know that a fractal principle going through the our universe at all levels from micro to macro, and that problem definition revision can change the result of the research, it's time we go back to the beginning of this text: Chaos defined as the state of absolute disorder of a system or a lack of order.

Let’s move the constrains of an “absence order” paradigm and transform the definition into the more tidy and hopeful form: Chaos is a state of the system, which order we have not discovered yet.

                                                                 ***

[fangirlshrewt97]

Viktor’s Guardian Angel

Author(s): Fangirlshrewt97

Rating: 13+, cursing

Warnings: no warnings

Summary: When Viktor ends up bleeding in an alleyway after a villain attack, his night actually turns out better than he could have ever imagined.

[Victuuri Week 2017, Day 3: Dreams, Superpowers]

Link to A03: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9644501

Damn, Yakov was really going to kill him this time was the only thought in Ice Prince’s mind as he stumbled into the dirty alleyway, scaring a cat that had been diving through the dumpster. The wound on his side seamed to have healed up, helped along by a little bit of his ice, but the cold was starting to set in. And even though Yura was always harping on about how stupid it was for Viktor to get cold, he couldn’t help his biology ok? He was still a human, even if he had gotten some superpowers thanks to some idiot blowing up a particle accelerator while Viktor had been ice skating. The blast had been felt for a radius of almost 5 kilometers, and even almost a year and a half since the initial accident, people were still showing up with new powers, and not all with good intentions.

His com had been fried from one this week’s villains, I mean who the hell used a gas bomb anymore? So basically, Viktor was in the middle of some alley on the other side of town to where he was supposed to be, with a wound that was probably going to kill him from frostbite. He had to bite back a smirk as he thought of the irony of someone who had the power to manipulate ice and shoot it out of their hands dying of frostbite. His suit had also been damaged, something Mila was probably not going to be happy about.

So let’s recap, how did he end up here?

****

The day had started off like any other, Viktor showing up at the ice rink a few minutes late, getting scolded by the owner of the rink and teaching his ice skating classes. Then his Villain alert, as he liked to call it, had gone of, making him rush to the base. His fellow super hero team mates were already there, Viktor being the last to arrive. Yakov had yelled at him about punctuality as usual, before letting Georgi start the debriefing.

Apparently some janitor who had been working late at night at the waste management facility during the particle accelerator blast had been affected and his powers were currently manifesting. From the footage they had, the man could blast poisonous acid that melted anything it touched, and also had the handy ability of transforming into poisonous gas and disappearing.

Mila had taken over the debrief and explained the science behind this guy’s powers and suggested that the best way to catch him would be to set up a trap to lure him into, a cage of sorts that once inside of, he couldn’t escape. Yakov had told her to start building the device, and to take Georgi and Emil with her. JJ had as always volunteered to just fly around him until he got tired, which made no sense, and he didn’t even need Yakov to tell him the stupidity of that idea as Yura was only to happy to indulge.

Sara and Michele Crispino who had the ability to read minds and telekinesis respectively were told to read up on the background for this guy and see if they could just hypnotise them or something - Yakov’s words not his. Chris was tasked with seeing if he could use his shields to defend his teammates as usual while they were fighting the guy. Viktor, Yura and Otabek would be the main line of attack, engaging the guy and getting him to the trap for the Crispinos to finish. Viktor and Yura, both with ice powers were also tasked with trying to slow him down, because if he was cold enough, it would not be possible for him to turn into gas. Otabek, with his fire powers was basically to keep him away from the civilians. Plans set, the heroes dispersed, some such as Viktor returning to their day jobs, and others, like Mila and Georgi who worked for Yakov went to building the trap and testing it.

The plan had been one of their better ones too, they had considered every angle for this guy, and gotten back-up plans rather than their usual charging blindly into a situation. But because the universe loves to screw with them and never let something be easy, they had been blindsided by a partner for the janitor-turned-supervillain. The accomplice had had the power to turn invisible while also being quick, so the bank robberies that had been placed on just the janitor, were actually done by the accomplice while the janitor provided the distraction.

When the team had gotten there, they had fanned out as planned, and the plan had been working well at the beginning. But when they thought it was over with the janitor trapped, the partner had showed up unknown to anyone and thrown the gas grenade. In the momentary panic, the partner had been quick about opening the cage and letting the janitor go. Now faced with two villains, the heroes started attacking them from all sides, but the duo was more prepared than they had expected, with the Crispino twins knocked out early on. The janitor had released a smoke screen, using the cover to escape, but they had brushed past Viktor, who was quick to follow.

Without backup though, his reflexes were no match against both of them, the partner getting a lucky shot in and stabbing him through his suit. He did not remember much after that, just stumbling along through the unknown cities, his coms useless.

****

Which led him to his current predicament, on his knees in a dingy alleyway. He leant his head back, hitting the brick and he tried in vain to stop the bleeding. Even his ice had melted through, which meant that knife must have been coated with that acid, because Viktor swore he felt his insides burning. The blood loss was making him dizzy, his eyes going blurry as he tried to freeze the wound again, his hands shaking too much.

The next thing Viktor remembered was something wet brushing along his cheek, making him groan as he shifted. He hissed as the movement jostled his wound, sending a sharp sting of pain through his side. As he tried to pry his eyes open, he saw a brown poodle that was tilting its head as it inspected his.

“Makkachin? What are you doing here girl?” Viktor asked softly as he reached out. In his confused state, he did not know why or how his poodle had found its way to him.

“-chan! Vicchan! Where are - oh my god!” came the shout from the mouth of the alleyway.

Looking at the newcomer, Viktor gasped, he really was dying, because why else would an angel be here. The man stood a little shorter than himself, in a black peacoat with a belt tied up tight, leather gloves on his hands and blue gloves that were holding a leash. On his head was a cat shaped hat - hey, Yura would love one of those - and dark blue frames on his eyes. From his angle, the angel was surrounded by a halo of light. The angel hurried toward him, dropping to his knees beside him.

“Hey mister Prince, are you ok? Wait what am I saying, you are bleeding you aren’t ok. I should call the ambulance… phone, where is my phone? Oh shit, it’s at home conveniently charging, because that is where it should be. Shit, mister, please hold on. Damn it can you understand me?”

“You are cute” was all that Viktor could say as he watched the angel panic. His compliment made the angel blush in the most beautiful red Viktor had ever seen.

“Oh my god is this actually happening? Hey mister Prince, I know some first aid, we need to stop your bleeding, but first we need to get you inside ok? You are looking a little blue, and I don’t want you to get hypothermia ok? Can you stand up?”

Viktor tried to nod, but groaned when the movement send another wave of dizziness and pain. The angel yelped and scrambled to standing, pulling gently on Viktor’s hands. Bracing himself and gritting his teeth, Viktor was able to get to his feet, only to stumble onto his savior.

“Oof, you are heavier than you look. Mister Prince, I need you to be awake ok? My apartment is only a little way from here. Can you walk with me.”

Beyond words, Viktor blinked, trying to walk, the pain nearly sending him to his knees, if not for the man holding him up. The poodle barked as it came to stand beside him, putting its paws against his stomach as it tried to help him.

“Good girl, thank you!” Viktor said, half gone as the brown blur barked again. The man beside him was straining to hold him up, and Viktor did not want to hurt this angel he really didn’t but he really couldn’t get his limbs to cooperate. The duo moved slowly to the mouth of the alleyway before the pain became overwhelming, knocking Viktor out as he went limp in the angel’s arms.

****

The next time he woke up, he was warm. As he slowly opened his eyes he saw he was inside a small apartment, the poodle from the alleyway at his feet. He was sleeping on a couch, with a couple of blankets piled on top of him. Pulling them back, wincing as some pain lingered, Viktor brushed his hands by the wound, surprised to see it stitched up. The area was still tender, but seemed to be clean.

As he took stock of the rest of his injuries, he felt a lot better. Looking at the window opposite him, the sky was darker than before, indicating he had been out for a couple hours. Reaching into his ears, he pulled out the com, flinching when the thing crackled with static before going silent. Well Georgi was going to kill him, that was the third com he had destroyed in as many months.

Glancing around, he saw the apartment was messy in a way that showed it was lived in. There were some pictures but it was too dark to make out what they were of. A small table by his head held a lamp that illuminated the room. His savior was nowhere to be found, making Viktor sigh as he ran his hand through his hair. As he passed it again, he noticed the lack of something - specifically his mask, making him scramble up as he tried to find it. There on the table, sitting innocuously was the mask, designed like a masquerade mask with a solid pink color and golden swirls. Viktor bit his lip, he had actually been really good about making sure no one besides the team knew his identity, but now his savior did.

Almost as if summoned by his thoughts, the angel appeared at a doorway, holding a tray with a dish whose smell was making Viktor’s mouth water. He suddenly remembered that he had not gotten a chance to eat dinner, and his stomach made itself heard with a loud grumble. Embarrassed Viktor tried to cover his stomach, but it just seemed to spur the man to move.

“Mister Prince, you are awake, I am so glad. I was getting worried.” The man said as he came around the sofa to sit next to Viktor, setting the tray on the coffee table.

“Ah - yes. Thank you for helping me, you didn’t have to.”

“Didn’t - have to? What are you talking about? Was I supposed to just leave you to bleed?”

“No, no, I just meant - it was very kind of you to get me all the way back here and fix me up.”

“Oh, that, it is no big deal. I am a nurse at the nearby hospital, and I had just gotten back from my shift. I was going to throw my trash out when Vicchan, my poodle” - at this the sleeping poodle woke up, blinking around before settling down to sleep again - “I wasn’t expecting to find a bleeding man. I’m just glad I was able to help you. Luckily the wound wasn’t too deep, it just hit a spot that bleeds easily. You should be ok if you take it easy. Eating helps, so I thought I’d make you some food. It is a little heavy on the carbs so you might not finish all of it, but you will need the energy.”

Viktor could just watch as the man, picked up the tray and helped place it on Viktor’s lap, handing him the fork and knife. The bowl was filled with a golden stew with fried pieces of something floating. Slowly, as his movements allowed, he got one of the pieces and brought it to his mouth. He moaned as he bit into it, the rich flavor sinking into all his taste buds.

His savior blushed prettily again, looking happy that Viktor seemed to like the food.

“Is it good?”

“Good? This is the best thing I have ever had! What is it?”

The response seemed to perk up the man “Katsudon! It is a family speciality, whenever I am feeling down, I always make it, it’s my favorite.”

Viktor grinned as he had another bite. “And what might you be called, my guardian angel?”

This got the man blushing as he stuttered out a “Yu-Yuuri Katsuki, mister Prince.”

Yuuri? Oh Yura was going to hate him, but that was ok, because VIktor would like him enough for both of them.  Making a split second decision, because this man had already saved him,s o VIktor figured he was trustworthy “Not Prince, Viktor. My name is Viktor.” he said as he held out his hand.

Yuuri looked at him in shock before shaking his hand, electricity shooting through both of them through their connected hands. Viktor could barely hold in a gasp as he held onto the arm like a lifeline, reluctant to give it back.

“Nice to meet you Viktor.” Yuuri said, and god VIktor’s name had never sounded more amazing.

The two just kept their gazes locked onto each other, leaning in closer when a shout outside the window disturbed the scene. Springing apart, Yuuri looked flustered, looking around for something to distract him.

Trying not to be too disappointed, Viktor took his hand back, returning to eat before the dish became cold. As he looked down, he remembered the broken com. “Oh! Yuuri, if it isn’t too much, can I ask you to do one more thing for me? Can I borrow your phone? I think my friends might be looking for me.” Viktor finished lamely as he winced. He was never going to hear the end of this, he already knew.

“Of-of course, let me get it for you.” Yuuri said before leaving, looking relieved to have something to do. He came back quickly, holding out the unlocked phone.

“Thank you Yuuri.” Viktor took the phone, purposely brushing his hand across the other’s wrist. He dialled Yura’s number, the phone picking up after three rings “Who the hell is this?”

Pitching his voice into his sweetest and most innocent tone “Yura! Hey! How are you? Is everyone ok?”

The responding cursing and swearing was s loud it could be heard even with the phone a good distance from his ear, in the background, he heard a lot of exclamations of surprise and questions. Thankfully someone else got the phone from the still cursing Russian.

“Viktor? You had better be dead because otherwise I am going to kill you myself. What the fuck were you thinking? And more importantly, where the fuck are you?” Chris said, his tone more subdued but just as worried as Yura’s.

“I might have - um how do I put it? - kind of gotten stabbed?” “WHAT?!!!” “Chris I am ok now, ah someone helped me, and they stitched me up. I am fine now, I promise. How is everyone else?”

“We are all good, we are back at HQ. We were able to track where the other two were and trap them with one of Georgi’s inventions, but we weren’t able to track you and your com had gone dead. We were all worried. Do you want me to come get you? Where are you?”

“Ah -” At this, VIktor hesitated, Yuuri was still hanging back, trying to give Viktor some measure of privacy in the cramped space. “Hold on. Yuuri, where are we?” Viktor asked his host.

Yuuri gave him his address, making Viktor wince for the nth time that night. How had he managed to stumble so far away from the first crime scene. Relaying the information to Chris, he got a reply that the man would be there in 15 minutes. Saying goodbye, he hung up.

“So um -are you going to go now?” Yuuri asked, voice small.

Viktor was just as reluctant to part, but duty called. “Unfortunately, my angel, I have to. My friend will be here in a few minutes.” This just seemed to make the man go even smaller, a sad expression VIktor never wanted to see on his face.

“Yuuri, I cannot thank you enough for what you have done for me.” The Japanese man just nodded, picking at a loose thread from his sweater. Swinging his legs from the couch, Viktor pushed himself up, trying to breathe through the shooting pain that went through him. He approached Yuuri, making him look up. Overcome with an unknown feeling, Viktor leaned forward and dragged the man into a hug, breathing in the scent of Katsudon, VIcchan and coconut. Yuuri was shocked for a second before he melted into the hug himself.

Parting, the two looked at each other, both blushing. Viktor cleared his throat, scratching the back of his neck. “That was kind of inappropriate but if you will allow me. Yuuri would you like to go get some coffee with me sometime? Or tea? Or anything else is fine too, I am not specific…” Viktor said, unused to being so off his game.

Yuuri just sent him a small smile that made his heart race “I’d really like that Viktor.”

Viktor felt his face split from the wide grin “Perfect!” Without care for his side, he pulled Yuuri in for another hug.

Hearing a familiar car horn, VIktor realized that Chris was already here. Yuuri walked him till the doorway, where he surprised them both with a kiss to VIktor’s cheek. He slipped him his number and pushed him out the door, leaving a dazed superhero on the other side. Another honk had him entering Chris’s car, still in a daze.

“-tor? VIKTOR!” Chris yelled, finally getting his friend’s attention.

“Huh?”

“What was that? Who was that cutie? Your rescuer?”

Viktor just smiled at that, throwing Chris for a loop as he couldn’t remember the last time Viktor looked - well besotted.

“I think I just found my soulmate Chris.” Viktor sighed as he leaned back against the seat. Raising an eyebrow at his friend’s antics, Chris just shook his head.

“Whatever you say Viktor. Let’s get you home.”

“Hmm, good night Yuuri.” Viktor murmured as he fell asleep in the car seat.

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The Top Twenty Books I Read in 2016

Oh, 2016. The year that gave me a promising new life with one hand and ripped up what peace of mind I had left with the other. What better way to deal with such a confusing emotional state than to read a bunch of wonderful books, many about incredibly tough subjects? Arguably, there are many better ways, but I like reading.

20. Forgive Me, Leonard Peacock by Matthew Quick (2013)

Traumatized seventeen-year-old Leonard Peacock makes a plan to kill his former abuser and then himself, but first he needs to visit four people who are important to him and say goodbye (without, of course, letting them know he’s saying goodbye). Throughout the day, he’s caught between trying to talk himself out of his horrible goal and feeling he has no other option. This is an affecting, compulsively readable novel with experimental bits that really pay off (especially Leonard’s letters to himself from a semi-dystopian future).

19. Swamplandia! by Karen Russell (2011)

After her mother’s untimely death, thirteen-year-old Ava Bigtree’s family falls apart, along with their Floridian gator-wrestling theme park. Her senile grandfather is sent to a nursing home, her brother runs away to another theme park, and her father departs for the mainland for an indefinite time, leaving Ava alone with her séance-obsessed older sister Osceola. Then Osceola elopes with a ghost, driving Ava to take a perilous journey into the swamp.  At turns fanciful and brutal, this is a fascinating and spooky story about grief and how scary nature is.

18. Sweetest Scoundrel by Elizabeth Hoyt (2015)

In 1740s London, withdrawn Eve Dinwoody is appointed by her half-brother to sort out the accounts of his investment, a pleasure garden owned by the boisterous middle-class Asa Makepeace. Eve and Asa are complete opposites who disagree about all matters financial, but they also have chemistry and actually turn out to care about each other’s problems. The family relationships in this romance are particularly strong, plus I liked that the aristocratic characters were so tangential to the story; it’s mostly a story about theatre people.

17. Duke of Pleasure by Elizabeth Hoyt (2016)

Alf is a messenger/informant by day, a masked vigilante by night, and, unbeknownst to everyone she’s met since early childhood, a woman. Hugh Fitzroy, the Duke of Kyle, is a widowed father of two bent on bringing down a ridiculously depraved secret society. When Alf gets beaten up while in his employ, Hugh persuades her to stay in his home for protection…which leads to some complicated feelings for Alf (and Hugh, once he realizes she’s not a teenage boy). Like Sweetest Scoundrel, this is a part of the Maiden Lane series, and it’s a fine installment: tightly plotted and prettily written, with a delightfully unusual heroine and a protective hero of the best type.

16. Silver Deceptions by Sabrina Jeffries (1994, revised for 2016 reissue)

During the height of the English Restoration, Annabelle Taylor takes to the London stage and purposefully cultivates a bad reputation with the goal of finding out and shaming the aristocratic father who abandoned her.  Unfortunately, her discreet inquiries about his identity lead the king’s spies to think she has an anti-Royalist agenda. Colin Jeffreys, Lord Hampden, is sent to find out what her deal is, only to get caught up in something way more risky than a Roundhead plot (to his heart, anyway). This is easily the best Restoration romance I’ve read, with a beautifully realized setting, a fast-moving plot, and multilayered protagonists.

15. Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier (1938)

An unnamed narrator, young and awkward and alone in the world, marries the handsome, haunted Maxime de Winter after a whirlwind courtship in Monte Carlo. The problem is that she has trouble adjusting to being lady of the manor, plus he seems just shattered over the death of his beautiful, accomplished late wife…but is that what’s really going on? Kind of! I loved the weird, funny narrator, and the initial romance between her and Maxime is so sweet that its devolution once they get to Manderley hit me hard.

14. Sylvester, or the Wicked Uncle by Georgette Heyer (1957)

Sylvester Rayne, the Duke of Salford, does not want to marry Phoebe Marlow, the mousy granddaughter of his godmother…but he’s still miffed when she flees her father’s house in order to avoid marrying him. Then he finds out that she wrote a popular gothic novel whose hero bears a striking resemblance to him, and he’s really annoyed. This is a terrific comedy—the two unplanned road trips are particularly delightful. I also liked the heroine and how she comes into her own after years of being cowed by her stepmother.

13. Duke of Sin by Elizabeth Hoyt (2016)

Valentine Napier, the Duke of Montgomery (and half-brother to Eve Dinwoody), is a bad, bad man. He blackmails his peers, tries to abduct heiresses (he’s not that great at it), and pretends that he’s done even worse. Bridget Crumb, his housekeeper, is working in his household in hopes of helping her mother. She has every reason to hate and fear him…but instead she thinks he’s full of shit but kind of likes him anyway. In turn, he’s intrigued by the fact that she has morals and wears a huge mobcap to hide her hair. This is a balls-out ludicrous romance novel in the best possible sense, with enough emotional pathos to keep me seriously invested.

12. Rose Under Fire by Elizabeth Wein (2013)

Rose Justice, a young American flying planes for the British Air Transport Auxiliary during WWII, is captured by the Germans during a mission in France. Sent to Ravensbrück, she barely manages to survive the experience with the help of her fellow political prisoners and poetry. This book is less twist-driven than its companion Code Name Verity—the reader isn’t kept in much suspense about Rose’s eventual escape, let alone surprised with any revelation—but it has every good thing in common with the other novel: a complex and human narrator, a focus on women’s contributions to WWII, and a message of steely hope in the face of evil.

11. Crispin: The End of Time by Avi (2010)

In the third and final installment of the starkly beautiful medieval-set Crispin trilogy, thirteen-year-old Crispin finds himself bereft and unable to speak the language in war-torn France. He tries to get to Iceland, where everyone is free according to his late mentor, but he falls into bad company and has existential crises along the way. If you enjoy the most heart-shattering parts of A Song of Ice and Fire but wish the series had a smidge less violence and a lot less sex, this series might be for you! The ending is satisfying and holds the hope of hope, but good lord does it put you through the wringer.

10. The Study of Seduction by Sabrina Jeffries (2016)

When Lady Clarissa Lindsey finds herself being stalked by a sleazy French diplomat, family friend Lord Blakesborough agrees to help her out. They tend to clash—she’s gregarious and fun-loving, while he’s reserved to the point of stuffiness—but she wants the best for him, too, and tries to teach him how to talk to ladies so he can find a wife. Of course, everything goes wrong and they end up marrying each other for convenience…only it’s not so convenient, because they want to bang each other something fierce, plus they both have sad pasts they can’t talk about easily. A beautiful, hopeful romance with two extremely endearing protagonists.

9. A Scandalous Countess by Jo Beverley (2009)

Georgia, Lady Maybury, was the toast of society…until her beloved young husband was killed in a duel and everyone (wrongly) thought it was with her lover. Now she’s coming out of mourning, but someone has resurrected the most vicious rumors about her. She finds an unexpected ally in Lord Dracy, an awkward, badly scarred ex-naval officer who secretly wants to marry her for her money (at first). This novel is a glorious melodrama with an intriguing mystery and a wonderfully complex heroine.

8. Once Upon a Marquess by Courtney Milan (2015)

Lady Judith Worth used to have everything, but then her father was exposed as a traitor and committed suicide. Now she can barely pay rent on her shabby London home and all her siblings are either missing or in distress, but she’s still loathe to accept help from Lord Ashford, an old friend whose investigations helped bring about her family’s ruin. His charm, willingness to assist her, and ready acknowledgment that she has a right to be angry make it a bit easier, though. Courtney Milan is a National Treasure, and this complex series debut, alternately hilarious and heartrending, is among her best.

7. Emma by Jane Austen (1815)

Emma Woodhouse, rich and pretty and beloved by most, tries to be a good person, but that turns out to be a confusing business. I was frequently irritated by this novel, but honestly that made me love it more. On several occasions, Emma actually shocked me with her bad judgment, callousness, and even malice. At the same time, I saw that she was genuinely trying to do the right thing, even though she was severely hampered by classism and a lack of self-awareness. The contrast and the questions it raises are fascinating.

6. The Assassination of Margaret Thatcher by Hilary Mantel (2014)

This gorgeously written, endlessly unnerving anthology includes “The School of English” (the heartbreaking, infuriating tale of a London housekeeper starting a new job), “How Shall I Know You?” (the story of a pitying, pitiable writer on a miserable book tour), and the title story (a snapshot of an alternate history). Every story has excellent style and atmosphere; Mantel has a particular talent for making the reader feel queasy and excited at the same time.

5. Fortune Favors the Wicked by Theresa Romain (2016)

World-weary courtesan Charlotte Perry returns to her hometown in search of a stolen hoard, hoping that the reward will allow her to build a new life for herself and her “niece.” Lieutenant Benedict Frost, recently blinded and restless, travels to the same location in hopes of establishing a household where he can live with his younger sister. They should be adversaries…but perhaps they will not be? This was a nearly perfect romance; the central relationship was delicious, all the side characters were great, and the plot was very well-constructed.

4. The Way I Used to Be by Amber Smith (2016)

After her brother’s best friend rapes her in her own bedroom, high school freshman Eden’s primary reaction is rage—not only at her rapist, but at the parents who overlook her, at the brother she’s sure wouldn’t believe her, and at herself for being quiet and trusting. Over the next few years, she builds a new identity for herself; unfortunately, it comes with self-destructive behavior and a tendency to push everyone away. This story is ultimately a hopeful one, but it’s a damn hard read. I cried like a tiny baby girl, and I often felt incredibly angry. Eden is a wonderful narrator, clear-eyed but still unable to extract herself from a morass of silence and self-punishment without help.

3. Room by Emma Donoghue (2010)

Five-year-old Jack has never left the room where he was born to his captive mother, or even learned that the outside world they see on television is real. All he knows is Room and Ma…until she tells him there’s a whole universe outside and shares her desperate escape plan. Room is an absolutely beautiful story, and it’s all the more wonderful because the characters are so individualized. Jack is a sweetheart, but he also does weird kid stuff, from the adorable (declaring broccoli his “enemy food”) to the dangerously inconvenient (getting angry at his mom when she tries to explain the outside world). Ma is even more complex, and it’s truly impressive how Donoghue can convey her anger, compassion, youthfulness, maturity, and everything else when she’s filtered entirely through her five-year-old son’s perspective. I also appreciated how much the novel is about recovery, with all its attendant joys and difficulties.

2. I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou (1969)

In her classic first memoir, Angelou shares the story of her childhood in Arkansas and then California. I loved this book almost as much as its sequel Gather Together in My Name; it’s just as funny, heartbreaking, and sharply insightful. It can also be a much tougher read, due to the trauma she experiences in her childhood and the near-constant racism she faces, but her exploration of these issues just makes the book more powerful.

1. Gather Together in My Name by Maya Angelou (1974)

In this memoir, Angelou relates her experiences as a young woman in post-WWII California. She tries to care for her new baby, find a purpose in life, and look for someone to love, but she runs into many obstacles: bad boyfriends, racism, anti-Communist paranoia, an unfaithful dance partner, and an unplanned foray into running a brothel, just to name a few. Angelou’s second memoir is glorious, funny and poignant and righteously angry at turns. Even though my experiences are very different from hers, I related hard to her loneliness, lack of direction, and premature regret. The best book I read all year.