#now I'm like do i take them orrrr

[jonathanbyersphd]

Me: why does my head hurt so bad

Also me: fully didn't take my meds this morning

[unproduciblesmackdown]

no context no details "these days ppl can't Work Through Conflicts or they don't Try hard enough & this is why Communities are broken :(" how is it meaningfully different from "look at the divorce rates Today vs in the '50s :( everyone just throws marriages away. Women aren't having Kids everyone just throws Families away"

"oh these days people can think about their experiences as Trauma or Abuse simply if they Want to :( you can't even talk to anyone anymore, if you make them uncomfortable (through no fault of your own. they're too sensitive & i'm simply always Being Normal) they'll be crying victim :(" how is this meaningfully different from "ugh how can a man talk to a coworker woman anymore or even look at her. how can men try to flirt with and date women anymore :( everythinnng's misogyny ohh harassment assault oppression because you breathed in her direction :("

[abyssalpriest]

Oh my god I could just be fucking normal and forego the goddamn need priests have to put themselves above the damn congregation thank god

I do actually need to sit down and list out not just what skill levels I want to be at for priesthood, but also what I agree and disagree with irt priests in general

Look. What I'm getting at irt worship and shit is that I love the roleplay. I love the drama. I love being a meeting point for domination and submission, paradox of finding yourself in letting go and helping others find themselves through letting yourself be in charge and. all other combinations. I love the drama, I do want to do rituals and such where I'm a vessel for Lev. I would like to be respected irt not treated like shit. I don't fucking care for taking the "I am the priest" thing out of rituals that Lev and I can do by ourselves and others can join in If They Want

But also like. Theres a core that's been here for a hot minute irt everyone being priests in the religion. I would like if anyone joined in to help them become anchors for Lev themselves, to be worth just as much as I am. The religion is very dualist-nondualist, it's about blurring the lines between God and Self. The role of the priest is about that, it's about being the god on earth, body of the Leviathan. I need to stop worrying so much about not being an ass lmfao I know where my intentions are at and Lev's crafting this WITH me for a reason

[teddybeartoji]

mickey i need ur thoughts on jjk men (esp satoru) helping out and showing love for their partner with autism

like uuuuuuuu i was thinking abt toru keeping a pair of his sunglasses with him hust in case youre visually overwhelmed. ORRRR him teleporting you to a quieter space when he notices that theres too many complex sounds that are upsetting you.

ughhhhh like imagine one of them remembering that pressure is soothing for you and js puts their full body weight whenever you come back home from a bad day.

GUHHHH them keeping candles of your favorite scents and alwaya makes sure to keep your safe foods stocked up whenever you visit

OH NOW I'M REALLY KISSING YOU GRAY MY BELOVED!!! THIS IS SUCH A WONDERFUL LITTLE ASK WAHHH I GOT SO GIDDY

i agree with everything you said!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! now i know that every single one of them would do anything and everything to help you out!! but i did pick some things out that really made me think of them!!! anyway hello my fellow autistic ppl this one is for you all i love you very very much<333

satoru 100% carries extra sunglasses with him and i think he'd actually carry his black blindfold aswell. obvs he's not gonna make you wear it as you're moving through public but he'd lead you to a quiet spot and then just let you have a moment. he's either sitting you down next to him or he's holding you against his chest, protecting you from every single ray of light that could possibly make it any worse for you. bc honestly... sunglasses are sometimes just not enough for me personally. i've had my fair share of times where i just have to cover my eyes with my hands bc it just hurts so much.

we all know that satoru is a big yapper but i know he needs his quiet time too. i think he would love to just Do Nothing with you in complete silence. maybe you're both just taking a nap together, maybe you're just laying in the sun out in the park. maybe you're resting your head on his lap, maybe he's resting his on yours. it's all just about gentle touches and looks.

he loves it when you ramble and he's literally your biggest hypeman!! he's ready to spend all of his fucking money on you and any fucking equipment you could ever need. you want a new game or a new console? they're both already waiting for you at home. you want to start drawing? he has already ordered a tablet for you to practise on. you want to get into photography? he's buying you a camera and three different lenses. he wants you to be happy and he wants you to be able to do everything you could ever possibly want. he's just the sweetest guy ever i am crying rn actually:((

he's the best little autism bf btw. bc he gets it. he understand. he knows. he knows all about the light sensitivity. he knows all about the difficulty of eating "normal" foods, always munching on candy and snacks bc that's just easier. he knows about the fidgeting, he knows about the innate need to have somebody lay on top of you. he knows about the rambling and the hyperfixations. he knows about the confusing social clues and the ridiculous differences of speaking tones. he knows about the eye-contact problems - whether you're someone, who struggles to keep it or you're someone, who can't tear your eyes from everybody else just like him - he understands! he knows about being straighforward and speaking exactly what's on your mind and then being scolded for it. he knows about Not Really Understanding personal space. he truly does understand and he's ready to do anything and everything to help you cope with Life.

toji is theeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee best weighted blanket and i stand by that. he's so fucking huge and he's so fucking heavy - he's perfect. he's gonna tease you about it but just a little!! you tug him by his hand and he gladly takes his place on top of you bc let's be honest... he's gonna love it, too. he's protecting you! he's taking care of you in a way that doesn't need words! he's trying his best! and if this is what you need - he is going to do it!!!

also with the light and sound sensitivity - he'd gladly pull you into his chest and cover your eyes with his big ass palm. and it would feel soo comforting wtf. the weight of it and just the fact that it's him?? fuck, i know it'd be so good. or your ears. he's placing them on your ears, muffling the overwhelming sounds while cradling you and wahh:(( he'd make you feel so safe.

suguru and shoko and parallel play. it's amazing. they will read a book while you're gaming. or suguru's painting while you're reading. or shoko's having her morning smoke and coffee while you're doing your skincare (i'm sorry i just can't get out the beautiful picture of her sitting on the little windowsill of your bathroom, a cig inbetween her fingers and a cup of coffe in her hand. no words are being spoken - it's just the sound of the birds outside, the water running and her gulping down her little espresso. thank you for listening.)

or suguru's doing his little home workout routine as you're crocheting. or it's you and shoko just laying on your shared bed scrolling on your phones in silence. could literally be whatever. they're gonna glance at you every once in a while, they're gonna ask how you're doing, how you're feeling and then they're gonna give you a tender smile and a kiss on your cheek and continue on. i'm melting just thinking about it.

suguru is obviously also going to be there for you if you have sleeping problems. he understands them all too well and he's pulling out all the stops to help you fall asleep (and himself). he's gonna make the tea one night and you'll make it the next night. it's equal. maybe you're also going to take a lovely little bath together, you'll giggle exhaustedly as you both slur out very stupid jokes and after that you'll both climb under the covers and take turns in listening to each others heartbeats and (hopefully) fall asleep.

shoko and sarcasm. she definitely makes a lot of sarcastic jokes and comments and she'll be a bit confused at first when you just blurt out the good-old "i don't know whether you're joking or not". but i think she'd find it super cute. she'll still occasionally make the comments but she'll make sure to check in whether you got it or not. i think she would tease but she'd do it very lightly (she definitely cackles when satoru doesn't understand sarcasm though lmao but you're her baby and she doesn't want you to feel bad). and i think she would love if you made terrible sarcastic jokes. like she would laugh until there are tears prickling in her eyes and you'd still be like ????? i don't understand and then she'd laugh even more. she's so cute.

kento is always ready to cook for you. he understands how hard it can be, how overwhelming it can be. he doesn't mind it a bit. i truly think this would be good for the both of you! he loves to cook and it's such a relaxing thing for him, and it's even better now that he knows he can see you fill your cheeks with delight. he needs you to eat well and he will make sure you do!

i also think that he's so patient with you and he'd never ever make you feel like you have to speak with him. he buys little plushies that you can turn inside-out, a pink side and a blue side - indicating how you're doing on the Speaking department that day. and these tiny interactive pins and you can express whatever you're feeling without ever speaking a word. he never pressures you in any way, always just reward you with more reassurance and a kiss to your temple.

he's ALSO the best listener. like he never talks over you. never. not even on an accident???? it's a superpower i think. he let's you talk at your own pace and he just stares at you with very soft eyes:((

wait i also think that shoko, utahime and yuki would gladly speak for you. in a sense of if you have social anxiety or you stutter or anything like that, they'd easily take up the task of ordering for you! they literally have all of your orders remembered and everything.

[malereadermaniac]

Late Night Talkin' ~ Atsumu Miya x Male Reader

FwB -> Lovers???? One-sided feelings (Atsumu) -> reciprocated feelings word count: 780 Reference to NSFW but no actual smut / MDNI!

You met Atsumu when you became the manager of Inarazaki's team

You two clicked quite quickly, with flirty banter and the two of you being able to hold conversation pretty well together

Sure, you did find the blonde hot, but never anything more than that... orrrr so you thought.

"Oi blondie! Stop shouting at your teammates!" You shout from the sidelines as Atsumu kicks off when Suna fails to block a ball

"ITS NOT MY FAULT HE SUCKS ASS!" Atsumu shouts back as he points at the boy

It came as a shock to you when Atsumu made a move on you after having too much sake on a school trip

The two of you were on the floor of the bedroom when Atsumu leaned over to you, held your chin in his rough hand, and sloppily shoved his tongue down your throat

So once he sobered up, the two of you came to an agreement - friends with benefits.

A great solution for you, but Atsumu definitely still has some feelings for you

The best part is that because you're still friends, after Atsumu fucks you until your ass is bruised, you two lay in bed together and talk about anything and everything

"Do you ever think about the future, (y/n)?" Atsumu asks, looking over at you, his hands behind his head showing off his muscles

"Yeah all the time haha... I worry about it a lot, but I also Fantasise about it" you say with a chuckle, looking the blonde in the eyes

Atsumu blushes at the intimate eye contact

"Oh yeah? About what?" He asks with the friendliest yet most flirtatious tone he could

"If I want kids or not, marriage, jobs, houses, boring shit haha..." you chuckle

"What about you, Blondie?"

"Pretty much the same, I'm pretty dead set on a lot of things though"

"Oh yeah? Like what?" You ask with a smile

"I'm definitely going to be a pro-volleyball player, I'm not working some shitty office job..."

"Haha! Like that's gonna happen" you laugh, hitting Atsumu's shoulder with the back of your hand in laughter

"Oi! I'm so good at Volleyball! You should know Mr. Manager" Atsumu shouts in offense

"Yeah you are, to be fair you have a good shot at it..." you mumble, staring at the ceiling

"I'm not too sure on kids, marriage is a definite for me though... what about you?" Atsumu looks over, admiring you with gentle eyes

"Ummm... yeah I go back and forth with the idea of children, I don't need to get married - but if my future boyfriend really wants to, I would go along with it hehe"

Atsumu watches you as you ramble quietly, he loves your voice, your body, your personality, and he fucking loves the way your eyes drift from his eyes to his muscles to the point that you have to drag them back

"But yeah... I'm quite scared of the future..." you admit as you end your mini-rant

"Yeah I get you... But I know one thing's for certain..."

"Yeah? And what's that, 'tsumu?"

Fuck he loved it when you called him that

"I want you in my future for as long as possible, (y/n)..." he says as he turns his head to you, looking lovingly into your eyes

Silence fills the room for a split second

"Haha... Don't say things like that 'Tsumu!" You blush a dark colour as you swat Atsumu away with your hand

"Why not?" He jokes with a smile, but he's worried on the inside

".... 'cause I might actually fall for you" you mumble

"Please do, (y/n)!-" atsumu says with a passion in his eyes as he grabs your hands in his

"- I've said it before and I'll say it again. I love you, (y/n)"

"Shut up, Blondie!" You blush more and laugh

"No! Why don't you want to admit to yourself that you like me back!" Atsumu shouts, frustration now taking over

"I... I don't know...my last relationship didn't go very well so I guess I just don't wanna get my heartbroken again..." you mumble, tears pricking the sides of your eyes as Atsumu'a grip tightens on your hands

"I promise you, (y/n)... Even if it kills me, I won't ever break your heart" Atsumu's usual tone is fully gone, replaced by a serious and passionate tone

"Okay... I like you 'tsumu, I probably even love you. But gimmie a little while longer?" You plead with the blonde

"Of course... Now wanna go for a second round, Mr. Manager?"

"You horny fuck... Yes I do"

[ethicaltreatmentofcowplants]

Having completed her Angling Ace aspiration, Marin got cake-d up and sent on a vacation to Granite Falls and try and complete her fish collection. This gen's quirk is that they have to flirt with everyone who they encounter at a fishing spot, until they find their long-term partner.

Yeah, I'm thrilled about it too, Marin.

The rant follows. It was going to be a longer rant but then I got tired. You need energy to rant - who would have thought it? (Turns out I lied. It was still pretty long.)

Also anyone who isn't a Simmer will likely think that I need to touch grass after this (which, fair tbh). But then if you weren't a Simmer, you likely wouldn't be here in the first place 😉

(And yeah, it's all tongue-in-cheek/not to be taken seriously. Well, mostly lol.)

I know that the term 'long-term partner' is deliberately vague and leaves room for an aro-ace relationship (orrrr even a bff who you live with and raise a kid together?) which I appreciate. I know that she doesn't have to find her partner from this selection - the wording is that she just has to keep on flirting until she does.

But even of the premade townies, no one is sparking joy? I could default to Nalani, who you'd think would be perfect (I mean, gorgeous merperson and actually interesting in spite of her blah occult) and yet for some reason I'm just not feeling the two of them together.

So then the Watcher, in all her benevolence (aaaannd admittedly her cheapness for waiting on a sale to buy Lovestruck) set up a club for Marin. It was to be a club for young adults. It was to be a club for unmarried Sims. Which - I wish there was a finer means of classification, because I know damn well the two of you are engaged, Darrel Charm and Mateo Markovic from My Wedding Stories (whose name I had to look up, that's how little you inspire me). Bland as forbidden word townie from a pack so broke that it may as well be a millennial. Aaaand also it was to be a club for people with Level 2 Fishing and above.

Thus: young adults, unmarried, some skill (and therefore, hopefully interest) in fishing. Cute, cool. Hopefully we've weeded the catfish out of the pond.

Then we pulled up the tab of potential candidates and guess which forbidden word comes up.

Lou. Fucking. Howell.

For context, I have history with Lou Howell. I have beef with Lou Howell. Nothing particularly wrong with the guy, apart from a certain lightfingeredness (klepto trait) and a slight body hair problem around particular times of the month. But this motherfucker is like an universal adapter when it comes to all my Sims and I have to consciously make a decision to stay away from him in saves. In other words, Lou Howell is unwelcome here.

(I also don't really know yet what I'm doing with the fourth/next gen. Yeah, the rules say using music to make money. This Watcher however is this forbidden word tired of celebrity Sims popping up around the most random and out-of-way places that she's about to eject Get Famous into the sun, however, and it's taking every last once of willpower not to deactivate it right now. Sooo if I had an idea of what the fourth gen looked like, then I may have a less vague idea of what the baby daddy/mommy/gender neutral genetic donor should look like.)

Wait - what's happening now? Who moved my cursor?

NO, LOU. NO. IT IS NOT YOUR TIME. GO AWAY.

So I don't know what to do! Lou Howell Does anyone have gallery Sims to donate to this cause? Lou Howell Are there previously untapped mines of eligible townies who I haven't thought of? Lou Howell For the record, Akira Kibo and Paolo Rocca are granddad and dad respectively. In spite of the incest glitch making a comeback elsewhere (maybe it's heard the Targaryens have returned to the telly?), they are therefore out of the picture.

Play the Sims, they said. It will be fun, they said. A casual game, they said...

I need a lie down.

odd money legacy rules here. come join me. it will be fun...

[candeathbereal]

Astro Observations (Sag placements)

-Sag moons are some of the most interesting people I have met. Like as a Virgo moon I could tell you what someone has done to irritate me or whatever and I will say why and how. Unless it's about someone that I feel very private about already because then I will roughly dance around the things that that person makes me feel and all that jazz. But I don't think you can really egg on a sag moon to talk shit about someone like unless the person that you are talking about is included into the conversation somehow (I mean physically standing there ya know?). Most sag moons I think know exactly what someone does that irritates them but they kinda just go "people change all the time and I might not even really know this person fully or why they do what they do, so I can't really judge them without that information..." Which I do admire because there is an air of optimism and a chill vibe to it. I think as a sag mars I could not really emulate that same vibe that a sag moon does when talking about someone who has done them horribly. I love sag moons bro I just love them so much and I think it's the possible conjunction between my mars and their moon that can influence that sometimes but other times there is no conjunction but I just love sag moons.

I can go on and on about my admiration for sag moons but I feel like you could just watch some clips of celebrities with sag moon or even just meeting a person with a sag moon and man I could only explain so much of the vibes and energy that sag moons give off.

-Sag suns are a hit or miss for me. Most I have met are either super cool and give off the hippie vibe. ORRRR..... they are the most wild people I have met. As someone who has a lot of fire placements...one sag placement will make you wild in a different way than the other fire signs. For instance, having an Aries or Leo placement will not immediately give you a wild card trait but one sag placement will make you the wildest person imo. The best way I can explain it is that I have met people who have one Aries placement or even one Leo placement and they can be either chill or wild. But somehow every sag placement I have met are some of the most interesting and wildest people I have ever met. People will talk about how chill sag placements are and I disagree bruh. Idk what sag placement people you are meeting but every single one is so odd and interesting to me. Like it doesn't matter if you have a Capricorn moon if you have a sag mercury you will say some of the most unhinged shit I have ever heard (and I'll demand more). Again I'm saying this as a sag mars so I could be biased here but bruh no fire placement takes my interest so quickly for a person like sag does. I have met people with an Leo sun and an Aries moon and mars BUT their sag mercury friend will permeate my mind. anyways moving on lol

-Sag mercuries will say some random shit and I will lecture them about that shit...and yet I will never tell them to shut up. Sometimes they say shit just to say shit or even to just get a reaction out of you. I don't know why but it's a moment. I think they think they are slick about it too or they know how obvious it is and do it on purpose. Either way I'm pretty sure that I enjoy sag mercuries is the fact that most times it lands it my fifth house (the literal house of pleasure) so yeah.

-Sag risings are bad bitches...yeah that's it do you need something more tho??

Anyways I didn't say anything about sag Venus just because I don't know too much about them so yeah. Sag placements for me are fun to be around but that doesn't mean that I get along with them. In fact I'm pretty sure I have had the most arguments with sag placements but somehow they don't make me feel anger like other people without sag placements have. Sometimes they just cause me pain that I never really have fully understood. They just hit my weak spots in my soul. I can't really explain it too much right now ya know? It's kinda difficult to explain so yeah. Let me know what you guys think and tell me some of your experiences with a sag placement I would love to know.

[my-little-delusions]

To the Ends of the Universe Pt. 2 - Dick Grayson x Reader

Pairings: Dick Grayson x Reader (Romantic), Bruce Wayne x Assistant!Pennyworth!Reader, Donna x Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: Death, cursing, violence, talk of self harm, talk of domestic abuse, talk of terminal illness and hospitals, experiments, smut (skippable)

(It's a long summary I know I'm sorry. Read it or don't.)

Summary: When you were 6 years old, you were diagnosed with a terminal illness. The doctors said there was nothing they could do, and your health would rapidly decline. You wouldn't live past 8 years old. Your parents refused to take that answer and decided to make their own cure for you. However, they couldn't stop there, they didn't just want to make you healthy, they wanted to make you super. Make sure nothing could put you in harms way ever again. After a faulty experiment when you were 10 years old, the lab they worked out of, killed your parents and left you a sole survivor.

When reports of a "super kid" loose on the streets reached Wayne Manor, Bruce picked you up. Alfred ended up adopting you legally, but when Bruce realized you had no control of your powers, he decided to train you. Teach you how to use your powers and keep them under control.

A year later Bruce adopted Dick. Growing up and Training side by side you and Dick were inseparable. Your crush on Dick, the cute guy you would with a year older than you, only got worse. As well as his protectiveness over you. Your relationship flourished and you two seemed unstoppable. But what happens when Dick convinces you to leave Gotham? Make a new life for yourselves all on your own.

Disclaimer: I am fully aware my timeline/numbers are screwy, don't think about it. This is based solely on the Titans show, it is definitely not comic accurate lol.

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"I wish I didn't have to leave you baby," Dick mumbles, his arms wrapped around my waist.

"Baby," I smile looking up at him amused, "We can't do this every morning. You need to go to work, you said you would commit to this,"

"I know," He groans, pulling away, "You know they keep trying to give me a partner, I don't want to work with anyone but you,"

"I already told you I am not joining the force, there is too much surveillance on the cops,"

"But-"

"No. Look, Dick, being the Green Jay with you and Bruce on occasion was fun, but it put too many targets on my head, I can't risk my powers getting linked to my identity. Even by the PD. I mean, can you even imagine what they would find if they drug-tested me?"

"You're right, you're right," Dick laughs, "I guess I just miss you is all, I'm not used to not seeing you all day every day you know," He says, placing a kiss on my lips.

"I miss you too," I say once I pull away, "How about when you get back tonight we have a night just to ourselves, alright?"

"Oh yeah?" He quirks, "Alright, I'll look forward to it.... Orrrr we could have right now to ourselves,"

"Oh my god just go to work," I smile, shoving him away a bit.

"Okay, okay," He throws his hands up in defeat, grabbing his keys and coat, "I'll see you when I get home."

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"HEY BABE!" Dick calls, his voice laced with concern and an assertiveness I haven't heard since Gotham.

Swiftly I hurry my way towards the staircase, worry coursing through my veins. However, once I reach the stairs I freeze.

There Dick is at the bottom of the stairs, his lips pulled tightly in a like and a girl tucked away behind him.

"Fuck," I whisper under my breath, running up to him and pulling him into a hug. Dick just stands there, his shoulders slouched in defeat.

Pulling away, my eyes scan all of his features, my eyes glossing over slightly. His hardened face softens as he looks at me.

"I'm gonna go pack our stuff." He says, his tone is serious again,

"Okay.." I say, following him with my gaze as he brushes past me, his fingers lingering on mine. "Hi," I say, facing the girl. Her head whips up. "I'm Y/N, what's your name?"

"Rachel"

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Dick opens the car door to pop open the trunk.

"This is yours?" Rachel asks as she steps into the garage.

"Family heirloom," Dick answers, tossing our luggage in.

I walk up to him, my back to Rachel. Reaching out my hand, I rub his arm through his jacket, attempting to comfort him.

"I'm sorry baby," I whisper to him, aware that Rachel is most likely listening, but at least whispering doesn't invite her to chime in, "I know you really wanted to avoid this sort of thing again."

He looks at me with a soft smile, reaching his and over and placing it on top of my hand on his arm.

"From the circus?" Rachel asks,

Dick chuckles, looking up from me to Rachel, "Not the one you're thinking. Come on let's go."

I adjust my posture from leaning on the car and walk to the passenger side.Opening the door, I lean in to u latch the front seat, revealing the small 2nd row of the car.

Giving Rachel a smile, I motion for her to get it, but she hesitates.

"We'll keep you safe, I promise,"

"That's not something you can promise," Rachel says to me before getting in the car anyway.

I push the front seat back into place and get in.

This feels like something we can't turn back from.

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The awkward silence in the car since we left the garage is slowly becoming unbearable. Tensions are high. I can practically feel the stress radiating off of dick.

Looking over at him, I can see his emotions plastered all over his face. It's a look I haven't had to see since we left Gotham. Exhaustion. Sadness. Anger. All of it.

My heart clenches and I reach over to Dick's free hand, pulling it over to my lap and holding it. Giving him reassuring squeezes throughout the drive every time I feel him tense.

"Where are we going?" Rachel finally speaks up,

"Somewhere safe," Dicks says, swallowing hard,

"My mom, says there's no such thing as monsters," Rachel turns her head to look out the window, "I think she was wrong."

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"Thank you," Dick says to the waitress, "You want a hot chocolate or something?"

"Just a coffee, black," Rachel says,

"I bet they have marshmallows," Dick smiles. My heart swells a bit as I look at him. I haven't seen many smiles like that from him in a long time. Definitely not in Gotham.

"I'm not a kid, okay?" Rachel snaps at him a bit,

"Rachel..." I say, with a bit of a warning tone, glancing at the waitress standing there awkwardly.

"Okay, same for the lady," Dick says and the waitress fills up Rachel's cup with a smile, gesturing to offer me some.

"I'm okay, thank you,"

The waitress gives me a smile before walking away.

"My mom didn't like me to drink coffee," Rachel says, reaching for the sugar and pouring a long steady stream of it into her cup.

Dick chuckles, "Sweet tooth, huh?"

Rachel says nothing.

"Rachel, has anything like.. like what happened happened before?"

"No, not like that," Rachel takes a deep breath, her voice growing shaky, "I didn't mean to kill that guy,"

"How did you kill that guy," Dick presses further, but Rachel only takes a sip of her coffee and stares off to the side. "We're gonna go see some old friends of ours," Dick glances at me, They're safe, they'll give us a place to lie low for a second, get our heads together. Give us some time to get our heads together."

"You're scared I get it," I say to Rachel, "But sometimes there's no time to be scared,"

And then.

Pain.

Blinding pain.

That's all I could feel.

It felt as if my head was boiling and my bones were freezing and cracking.

"Fuck." I say, my eyes squeezing shut my body beginning to curl in on itself. My hand reaches out to grip Dick's arms, gripping him hard, my nails digging into his forearm.

"Y/n? Baby? Hey, hey what's going on?" Dick's worried tone just barely breaking through the crackling noises sounding in my head. Opening my eyes, I can make out Dick's worried expression through my blurred vision, his brows furrowed, eyes wide, lips parted slightly.

"Dick?" I say, my voice is shaky as my vision begins to grow dark, my body becoming numb.

"Babe, come on, talk to me, what's happening right now?" Dick begins to tap my face lightly, trying to get me to wake up.

All of a sudden, it feels like my body is getting pumped with pure oxygen and I gasp loudly, drawing attention from.others in the restaurant.

My chest heaves and I look around the room frantically as Dick continues to stare me down with his worried expression.

Dick's hands cup my face, "Are you okay? What just happened right now?"

"I-I don't know," I say, "I think I'm okay... I'm okay"

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Authors Note: This fic really is for the girls who just wanna take care of the poor baby. :/

Request Open!

(If there's anything specific you want to see in this story as well, just comment it, I am open to suggestions)

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[rainbowxspooky]

💜🕷juri x falke✨️💛

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here's some sf headcannons of a girlboss and girlfailure being in love with each other! (^v^) [this is my first time writing smth like this so please go easy on me!!]

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︶︶︶ 𔓕 ︶︶ ୨୧ ︶︶ 𔓕 ︶︶︶

°ah yes...neo shadaloo's girlboss and metro city's biker girlfailure...what could go wrong?

°well for starters let's get one thing straight...juri is AWFUL with woman.

°I'm talk stumbling with her words, freezing up, smiling like an idiot BAD-

°falke on the other hand, is practically a natural, even if she doesn't mean to be.

So the fact that juri han could get with someone like falke, who in her words "is some chick who ain't half bad"...yeaaaa that surprises her.

°the first thing juri does when she's in a relationship with falke is move into her apartment!

°and by move in...I mean sneak into her apartment and makes herself at home...on the couch.

°falke was caught off guard [and kinda annoyed] at first...but after a week or so...she gets used to it

°falke knew she was doomed...but she didn't mind sense she was doomed by the one and only juri han

°falke, being a member of neo would be too busy to see juri. Andddd juri taking "jobs" that totally aren't kicking ass and kidnapping...would be too busy to see falke...you see the problem here?

°despite this though, juri and falke would still keep in touch as they're out with their duties [with juri sending memes and falke being confused]

°now as the relationship starts out...falke would push juri to be more polite while juri would push falke to be less of a "prissy pushover" and get her hands dirty

°falke would definitely give juri a glare if she were to do something she wasn't supposed to do...like tripping a child or beating someone to a bloody pulp

°falke would also push juri to eat more healthier food

°would juri like it?..hell no. But would she do it?..yea, but just so falke could get off her ass for it

°juri would definitely ride around metro with her babe.

°falke would probably [definitely] get a biker helmet after one of juri's little bike rides😏

°in juri's own words..."I don't slow down for anyone babe, so you better keep up."

°speaking of babe...babe would totally be one of juri's petnames for falke

°falke would use more softer pet names, like honey or dear

°now, juri DESPISES pda, everytime she sees it in public, she scowls and vomits in her mouth...

°but when it comes to falke...yea she still hates it. [It's juri han, what do you expect]

°falke wouldn't push her wife- I meannn girlfriend to do pda, that's just not right to her...if she had to, she'd take it slow with falke when it comes to psychical touch

°juri would still try to commit to pda [depending on her mood] buuut being the girl failure she is...screws up by either squeezing falke's hand too hard orrrr sweating an abnormal amout

°now when it's just them...alone?..yeaaaa juri gets her act together and steps up

°falke and juri would share the couch...sometimes falke would lean in too much...other times juri would settle her feet onto falke's back...but when falke holds juri in her arms and juri leans into her shoulder like a cat nuzzling into its owner...it feels right

°OKIE SOOOO DATES...welll...that can vary.

°when it comes to dates...it can be a bit random, sometimes they can have cute dates! like that one time falke took juri out to that cafe that serves the best milk tea [even tho juri would rather drink bleach than milk tea-]

°other times...their dates are just them going into metro and tagteaming on shadaloo

°oh yea, did I mention that juri and falke are a duo you DON'T wanna F with. Since both of their combat styles would compliment each other so well, they can easy work together

°if ur up against a taekwondo masochist and a baton wielding perfectionist...yea ur cooked.

°juri and falke would definitely have their moments where they share bits and pieces of what shadaloo did to them...stole from them...took from them...

°...but what's the point of that sappy crap?! Juri has falke and falke has her!! as cheesey as it sounds...as long as they have each other...they could kick anyone's ass!

°falke is the cook in the relationship, meaning she handles the food

°falke would treat juri with some cuisine level food. Sometimes she would cook traditional german food for her girlfailure [she would even try and cook some traditional korean food for ber]

°i could also see falke cooking breakfast at 8:35 am and juri sniffs the food, ascending in the air as she floats to falke's godlike cooking

°even though they have their disagreements and flaws...juri and falke love each other deeply. They'll fight for not only each other...but also a future where they can be together peaceful...

[Oki now that I'm done...oh and it's 12:00!..yeaaa that totally would make me dead tomorrow😀...I can now see why my friend [@xoxoive] takes awhile to cook with her fics...writing is NOT easy, but I hope you enjoy these headcannons!..don't expect me to do another tho-]

[isa-beenme]

Hi! this is my first time asking but maybe you could do a co-workers and a one night stand for the Acotar bingo with azzy?? like they are both spies for rhys and something happens on a mission orrrr…. idk fluff please :))))

feel free to ignore - i love ur work btw <33

Oh my dear I definitely can

Thanks so much for the reassurance, I'm a people pleaser KEEP COMMENTING COMMENTS THEY ARE MY BIGGEST FUEELLLLLL

Me writing a normal fanfic: 😃

Me 5 seconds after I start creating a whole trauma, past story and a lot of facts that are not exactly necessary to the story: 🥰😍🤩😚💕💖💟💞🤗✨️

When I was writing this I thought: Omg maybe I'm finally ready to write smut (I'm not, the need completely disappeared from me the moment I opened the document)

Pillowtalk

As you and Azriel prepare for yet another mission together to watch the suspect camplords in the Illyrian mountains, you go over your plans meticulously, ensuring you are ready for whatever challenges lie ahead. You and Azriel have created a unique bond over the years, having worked together on numerous missions for the High Lord. Both of you knew how to work together and where your boundaries were laid. It was precisely that that made working with him so easy, no matter the amount of time you spent together, he never ever asked you to take off the mask that usually covered your face.

The journey to the Illyrian mountains is always filled with tension since you know how much Azriel hates his old home. You know you must be discreet to avoid detection. You and Azriel move silently, utilizing your stealth and his powers to blend into the shadows. You keep your senses sharp, alert to any potential danger.

However, even the most carefully laid plans can go awry. During your surveillance, you encounter an unexpected group of hostile Illyrian males who happened to be patrolling in that area. Azriel fights valiantly, but he is fighting against five of the seven that attacked you, and even if he defeats three of them, the other two remaining aim for his wings and cause a serious injury during the wings' leather, leaving him vulnerable and unable to defend himself adequately.

In a split second, you take your decision, and you know you must act swiftly to protect your partner. Without hesitation, you remove your mask, it helps you to maintain silence and prevents the enemies from hearing your breathing. But right now it is only making it difficult for vision to be clear, the fighting usually being Azriel's work.

As you take off the mask it reveals the burn mark that runs from your neck to a portion of your face. It serves as a reminder of a past event that you try to keep hidden from prying eyes. Also, it would work as an easy way for your enemies to recognize you anywhere you went. Even if they didn't remember your face, they would remember the scars, this being the only reason to keep your face a mystery during your missions.

Despite your reservations, you know very well that your identity is a small price to pay to save Azriel. Drawing upon all your strength, you fiercely fight off your remaining attackers, using your skills to ensure you both survive the ordeal.

After the dust settles and the danger has passed, Azriel looks at you with a mixture of awe and concern. He finally sees the face that you had kept concealed for so long. His gaze lingers on the burn mark, but he doesn't pry or ask questions. He knows that you have your reasons for keeping your identity a secret, and he respects your privacy in everything.

You quickly winnow yourself and him to a nearby cabin, paying an offensive amount of gold to the keeper for her to remain silent about your state there. She only nods once and takes you to the main room, running to take medical supplies for your partner.

-Do you need help? - She asks softly, but you can see her nervousness as she looks at the blood.

-No, I can take it from here. Thank you for everything - You dismiss her and she happily gets out of the room and closes the door behind her, leaving you to take care of Azriel's wings, which are already closing their wounds.

As Azriel recovers from his injuries, you stay by his side, tending to his wounds with care and cleaning them at one time or another. As you spend time together during his recuperation, he senses there is more to your burn mark than meets the eye. You can sense his eyes floating to your neck sometimes, but you let him be fully healed before saying anything.

-You know you can just ask, right? - You say as Azriel sits beside you as you look out the window.

-I hope I'm not prying or making you uncomfortable, but I couldn't help but notice your burn mark. It must have been a difficult experience - You take a deep breath, your fingers tracing the edge of the scar absentmindedly - You don't have to share if you don't want to-

-Yes, it was - You replied, your voice carrying a mix of pain and vulnerability - My parents... they weren't the kindest people. They made it clear that they didn't want me and that I was a burden to them - You notice Azriel tracing his own scars, you didn't even notice the moment he took off his gloves.

-I'm so sorry you had to go through that - He says sincerely, a mixture of sympathy and understanding in his eyes.

-When I was young, I believed that if I stayed close to them or if I tried harder, they might change their minds, and start loving me or something. But one day... One day, I was talking to my mother while she was cooking. I didn't realize I was annoying her until she got angry. The next thing I knew, the hot oil spilled on me, and she didn't even try to help, not her, not my father. I was left with this scar after that - You took a deep breath as you felt Azriel's gentle touch tracing the contours of the burn in your neck, a silent gesture of support as he listened intently - I was probably six, maybe seven. It didn't take me long to run away until I found a mercenary. He took me in and trained me. I was supposed to be a mercenary too if Rhysand didn't find me. He hired me after some time and gave my tutor a place to live in Velaris. That's my sad story - You said with a dry laugh, trying to keep the tears that threatened to escape from your eyes. Azriel's heart aches for the pain you endured, and he reaches out to gently touch your face, mirroring the care you showed him during his recovery.

-You are incredibly strong - He says sincerely - To survive such a difficult past and become the person you are now, it takes immense courage.

-And what about yours? We are basically burn buddies - He laughs at that, supporting his back on the window, looking deeply at you as you take his hand from your face and start to trace them - You don't have to tell me if you're not ready, too.

-No, I want to tell you - He replies, his voice steady - You've shared your pain with me, and it's only fair that I do the same. I was the bastard son of an Illyrian lord. For eleven years, I lived with my father, stepmother, and two older half-brothers. They were cruel and treated me like an outcast. They kept me in a cell with no windows or light, letting me out only for an hour a day to see my mother. I was forbidden to train or fly, even though my Illyrian instincts urged me to do so.

You bring your hand up to his arm, bringing him closer to your body as you circle him in a hug, feeling the tension disappearing from his body as he is visibly relaxed in your arms, embracing the warmth and comfort.

-One day, my half-brothers thought it would be fun to see what would happen if they mixed an Illyrian's quick healing gifts with fire. They poured oil on my hands and lit them on fire - Your eyes widened in surprise, not in a million years you would have imagined his story to be like this - The warriors heard my screams and rescued me, but it was too late to save my hands. I was left with these scars, a constant reminder of the cruelty I endured.

-I hope they are all dead - You said suddenly, your voice mixed with a tone you reserve for the ones you torture in the prison.

-One of them. And no, I won't tell you who they are just for you to kill them - He laughs when you ruff in annoyance - If so you would have to tell me who are your parents, so we can have a tie.

-Really? I would gladly do so - He laughs once again, the sound making your heart flutter in happiness. He takes a moment to compose himself before speaking again.

-At eleven, I was dumped in the Illyrian training camp, Windhaven, where I wasn't exactly well received due to my shadowsinging gifts. That's where I met Rhysand and Cassian. Rhysand's mother took me in, just as she did for Cassian. And when Rhysand became the High Lord of the Night Court, I became his spymaster, part of the Inner Circle.

-I'm so sorry for what you went through. But know that you are not defined by your past, it was a lesson it took me some time to understand. You are strong, compassionate, and resilient, a testament to the person you've become. And your scars, just like mine, tell a story of resilience and survival. We should be proud of the people we've become despite our pasts.

-Yes, we should. And I couldn't be prouder of what we've become - He gets out of your embrace, taking your hand in his, reveling in the feel.

-You're right. We make a great team, burn buddies, if so - You hear a chuckle and let your own laugh fill the room - I'm grateful for every mission we've shared, you know.

-I'm grateful too, more than words can say. You've shown me kindness, trust, and loyalty. You've helped me heal in ways I didn't think were possible - Azriel's other hand moved from his side to cup your cheek tenderly, his thumb brushing away a stray tear.

-And you've done the same for me. Your strength and understanding have been my anchor through it all - At that moment, you felt an unspoken connection that went beyond your shared experiences as spies. It was a bond forged through trust, support, and compassion.

As you trace gentle patterns on Azriel's hand, he gazes at you with affection and admiration. He can't help but be captivated by your strength and resilience, your ability to face your past head-on and still maintain a kind and caring heart. Something he couldn't do. His past hunted him as a monster, the shame he felt on his hands growing every time he looked at them. But you?

-You're incredible - He whispers, his voice barely above a breath. You looked up at him, shocked by his sudden words, but your eyes were shimmering with gratitude.

-And you're just as incredible - You reply with a smile playing on your lips - I always admired you. It was nice knowing you always chose me to go with you, it's also nice spending time with you.

-I always chose you because we make a great duo - You murmur "burn buddies" again, but he doesn't laugh this time, his eyes still admiring you. He turns his hand and entangles it with your - You're beautiful. You always told me that, and now I can say it back.

At that moment, the air around you feels charged with an undeniable attraction. You both sense it, the magnetic pull that draws you closer. Without another word, Azriel leans in, capturing your lips in a kiss. Your lips move together in a dance of longing and desire, your emotions pouring into the embrace. The weight of your shared experiences, the understanding of each other's pain, and the warmth of your feelings culminate in this moment.

The kiss deepens, and you lose yourselves in each other, forgetting the world outside as you explore the depths of your needs. Azriel's hand gently cradles your face, his thumb caressing your scarred cheek, while your fingers find their way into his hair, pulling him closer.

Your bodies move closer in the window seat, the space between you disappearing as you seek comfort and intimacy in each other's arms. The tension that had been building between you for years finds its release, and you become lost in the sensation of being with someone who understands you on a level you never thought possible.

As you pull away, your breaths mingling, you meet each other's eyes, the intensity of the moment shining brightly. Without words, you share an unspoken understanding as he starts undoing the stripes and buttons of your armor and you start to take off the layers of his. Your lips connect again as he pulls you to his lap and walks you towards the bed, taking off the rest of your clothes as well as his.

Your heated make-out session evolves into a night filled with passion while you share your bodies, as you find the solace and belonging you've been searching for, a love that heals your wounds and ignites a fire within your hearts. When he looked at the rest of your scars, that went down until your shoulder and took a bit of your collarbone his eyes became feral with lust. From the moment he bent down and kissed each piece of skin that was covered with burn wounds, you knew that you are completely fucked.

After your initial heated encounter, you and Azriel decide that your night together was a product of vulnerability and a need for comfort in the moment. You both acknowledge the dangers of getting involved romantically, especially as spies working in a world filled with secrets and risks.

-We can't afford distractions - Azriel had once said, his voice tinged with concern - Our focus needs to be on the missions and keeping each other safe.

-You're right. We can't let our emotions get in the way of what we do - In that moment you had nodded in agreement, understanding the practicality of his words.

Both of you agree to keep your relationship strictly professional, even though your hearts yearn for more. However, as the days pass, you find it increasingly challenging to resist the pull you feel toward each other. Your missions become more dangerous, and the stakes are higher than ever. During chaos and uncertainty, you find comfort and solace in each other's arms.

It starts with small moments, a touch on the arm here, a lingering glance there. You become each other's safe haven, the one constant in a world filled with unpredictability. And despite your resolve, once you go back to your normal life in Velaris, you find yourselves in each other's bed again, seeking solace in the connection you share. The passion and intimacy between you intensifies with each encounter, and you start to realize that they can't deny the love that has grown between you.

As the days turn into weeks, you find yourselves entangled in each other more times than you could count, each encounter pulling you closer together. You've become inseparable in your free time, if it's you in his studio while he practices his painting, or if it's him in your house while you practice dancing, your lives become intertwined both on and off the field.

The morning sun gently filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the room as Azriel stirs awake. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, he finds himself lying beside you in your room once again, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

He traces his fingers gently along the curves of your body, admiring the lines that define your form. The faint light reveals the outline of your burn mark, a testament to your strength and resilience. Azriel's heart swells with affection for you, knowing the hardships you have endured and the courage you carry within.

As his fingers gently explore, you stir from your slumber, your eyes slowly opening to meet his gaze. You see the adoration in his eyes and the reverence with which he touches you. A blush tinges on your cheeks, but you don't look away, instead, you pull him closer, wanting to feel his touch even more.

-You're awake - You murmur, your voice soft but still rough from the slumber. Azriel leans in, his lips brushing against your forehead before he meets your eyes again.

-Yes, I am. And I can't help but marvel at the sight before me - Your heart flutters at his words, and you intertwine your fingers with him, pulling his hand to your lips to leave a tender kiss.

-You have a way with words, Shadowsinger. But actions speak louder - With a soft chuckle, Azriel leans in, capturing your lips in a deep and loving kiss. Your mouths move in perfect harmony, conveying all the unspoken emotions between you. When you finally break apart, your foreheads rest gently against each other's, your breaths mingling.

-I never expected this - You admit, your voice tinged with wonder - But I'm grateful for every moment we shared.

-As am I. You've brought light into my life, and I can't imagine a future without you - You stay entwined, basking in each other's presence, knowing that you've found something rare and precious.

-What if we sleep in today? I don't think we need to get out of bed - He laughs and leans closer to you, the skin contact makes you shiver - I don't know, it's cold today, maybe we can help each other and warm ourselves up.

-I don't think Rhysand will appreciate it if his two best spies disappeared from his view - But he doesn't make a movement to get out of bed, instead, he starts kissing the back of your neck, slowly going under the covers. That way you know you win the discussion, the same way you did many times before.

Every time you find yourself in Azriel's arms, you feel like you can face the world, one day at a time, knowing that you have his heart to hold onto and a love that burns brighter than any shadow you've ever known. Years of shared missions, trust, and understanding have led you to this moment of realization. You are not just good together as partners, but you have discovered a deeper connection, a love born from empathy and shared experiences.

-Thank you - He comes up suddenly, interrupting his path to your legs - For being here, for understanding - With a soft smile, Azriel brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his voice tender as he speaks - I think we've found something extraordinary in each other.

-I believe you're right, shadow boy - You reply, before the smile completely disappears from your face - But this is not time to be sentimental. First, you eat your snack, and then we can talk about how much we love each other - You push his head under the covers again, hearing his laugh before his mouth finds its way to you.

That stupid promise of a one-time thing was nothing more than a futile attempt to deny the love that had grown between you. You couldn't fight it any longer, your hearts made the decision for yourselves a long time ago. You were partners - mates - in every sense of the word, bound not just by the missions, but by a love that has proven to be stronger than any obstacle in your path.

[angelpuns]

knocks on your door i have a fake fanfic title:

"Big, broken, Red heart"

My immediate thought is Future! Raph comic?? I've only seen like two of those smh HE DESERVES FUTURE FICS TOO!!!!

anyway, maybe F!Raph survives and he gets to go back in time??? Anyway he saves the timeline or whatever but fnds it too painful to stay with his family, as much as he wants to. So it's more about wanting vs not wanting to stay kinda deal?? mannn thining about hwo differently he would handle saving the timeline than F! Leo or any of their other bros might. Like he grabs present Loe and is just like ' I don't blame you for this. We were just kids. I get it now - you're a great leader when you lead the way YOU want to' orrrr smthn lke that? Like F!Raph understands now that Leo wasn't jsut being a brat, he was scared asf and was trying to lead the only way he could think of!! I have many thoughts on their dynamic in the movie okay :)

I'm not v good at writing Raph but I'll give it a go:

Raph's footsteps echoed through the tunnels, far louder than they had in his youth. He wasn't too late. He wasn't too late to fix this!

He bounded into the lair, shouting carrying through the subway tunnels back to him. He remembered this. it was one of those things he'd been thinking about since the kraang had taken over. How he and Leo didn't have to fight like this. Sure, Leo was egging him on, but Raph knew better now. He understood Leo so much more now that his little brother was gone.

Raph stopped at the top of the stairs, breaths coming out ragged and shallow. CJ wasn't here yet. But then again, he probably didn't know how to get to the lair. Raph would have to find him later - he had to do this now. The key - as much as he wanted to go for it on his own - it could wait. It could wait for him.

The shouting stopped at his entrance, his heavy breaths and footsteps giving him away. He'd long lost the sight in his right eye, but he could still see the vague shapes of himself and his brothers. He'd know them anywhere.

They leapt into action immediately, but Raph was faster than he used to be, even if he was getting on in years.

Mikey was fast and unpredictable, whipping his chuks out and immediately going for the capture. Raph knocked them away easy, grabbing the youngest out of the air and tossing him away. He was holding back, just a little. He didn't want to hurt them, after all. Leo was on him immediately, kicking off of his arm, portaling behind him and going for the back shot. Raph heard the static of the portal before it appeared, turning and grabbing Leo's outstretched leg. He flung him away, too, the slider crashing right into..himself. Younger Raph.

Donnie was suddenly in his face, his bo whipping through the air with a sharp sound and landing a blow on Raph's arm. It was sort of like being hit with a cardboard tube - he'd lost feeling in that arm years ago. He grabbed the bo and spun, Donnie backwards several feet and landing easily.

" Who are you!? How'd you find this place?" Donnie snarled, Leo reappearing next to him, " I didn't get any kind of notifications - the security system should have alerted us and lasered you into pieces!"

(mehhh idk what to put here)

Raph sighed deeply, his breath crackling in his chest. He squeezed Leo's shoulders, marveling at how tiny he used to be.

"Leo. Nothing that happens today is your fault. You can't take all the blame when Raph was arguin' back just as hard.." he chuckled, watching Leo's face change as he spoke, " You were just a kid. Hell, we were all just kids thrown into a shitty situation..."

He swallowed thickly, unsure what to say. He'd always been shit at pep talks.

" Look, you got a good head on your shoulders. You lead however ya need to and Raph will back off a little....he's just scared, Lee. And I know you are, too"

Raph pulled him into a tight hug, Leo's arms hesitantly coming up and squeezing him back. Raph turned to his past self. H looked tired. Did Raph himself always look that tired?

He guessed it was the burden of responsibility from a young age, Yeah, that would tire anyone out.

"c'mere, kiddo" Raphael pulled his past self into a hug, the fact that he was so small comapred to Raphael making something fragile in his chest curl up and cry a little. Right, they were all just kids.

" I'm sorry ya had to carry everyone like that...I know how hard it is. Leo's gonna be a fine leader, okay? Just..learn ta talk to him" He murmured, " I know we've never been great at that kinda thing, but he'll get it. I promise he'll get it"

[nitewrighter]

If you're up for it or have the time, would like to hear some pre-fall Mina interactions with the OG crew and younger roster members. Like them rare occasions, she steps out her lab and is forced to talk to people

Reyes: *watching Liao work on Echo* ...Look, I'm gonna say what Jack is scared to tell you: I don't want robots on my team.

Liao: Most of them are sentient now, don't you think you're being close-minded?

Reyes: I don't doubt that Omnics are probably very capable of being good agents, but Blackwatch is already enough of a potential PR nightmare without Killbot Deathdroid on the team.

Liao: ...'Killbot Deathdroid?'

Reyes: That would be its codename, obviously.

Liao: Okay, so you think the problem is the robot and not your instant assumption that the robot would be 'Killbot Deathdroid.'

Reyes: It has to be Killbot Deathdroid. Blackwatch has a brand to maintain.

Liao: *weary sigh*

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Torbjorn: Do we know the hardware threshold was for Aurora's sentience?

Liao: I keep telling you, the God AI's hijacked appliances, they didn't act autonomously. It's completely safe now.

Torbjorn: I still think the fridge should be analog.

Liao: I like the smart fridge! I need my crunchy pellet ice.

Torbjorn: Of all the--I could probably rig you up something to get that ice. You wouldn't need the blasted internet for that!

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LIao: ...is there a reason you're coming to me for repairs and not Doctor Ziegler?

Genji: She's um... busy?

Liao: Orrrr you thought I wouldn't be able to tell when you've been taking yourself apart?

Genji: I don't know what you're talking about. This happened with the training bots.

Liao: Of course.

*pause*

Liao: There isn't a tracking device, by the way.

Genji: What?

Liao: In your prosthetics. That's what you were looking for, wasn't it?

Genji: ...maybe.

[manchesterau]

I wanna ask about all your wips dsdfghjkl but for now I'll ask about the coastal/IoM one (not sure if this is how the game works so ignore this if I'm not supposed to be asking questions 💜)

hiii im glad you asked bc im in a bit of a pickle over it rn

the jist is that it's set on the isle of man and im trying to figure out if i want it to be established relationship orrrr a strangers to lovers type deal. initially it was strangers to lovers but ive been loving writing them already together that now im like....if im going to do established relationships than i need to come up with a plot that has nothing to do with their relationship

i dont have anything written yet bc i need to feel out the fic for what i want it to be butttt first before i do any writing (aka make a plan) i dooo have a pinterest board about it (ill but screenshots below) but yeah it takes place on the isle of man, phil runs a bed and breakfast and that's all i have so far! i love making pinterest board bc it helps me have a mood for the fic and gets me inspired

here is the inspo under read more *click to enlarge* <3333

[sonickedtrowel]

🐤 orrrr 🕊️ or both if you feel like it!

Hey so I'm really terrible at the internet!!! I went and posted a thing and then didn't even answer all the responses I got, I'm sorry anon!! So... this is about this fic ask thing! Okay! Here we go!

🐤 a mystery quote (take out the context, even censor the names if you want! let em guess!)

Ooh okay I had to go ahead to my "notes" doc because I haven't gotten to this part yet lol, but love to let you guess. Although I think it's pretty obvious lol.

Now, don’t be alarmed.  I had to see exactly what sort of creature could inspire our Doctor to such new heights of idiocy.  Because, I’m sure you know, Ms. Does-Her-Research, Time Lords don’t really ‘do’ marriage.  The concept exists, of course, but it’s an enterprise of the eccentric.  The black sheep cousin who rocks up to Nana’s funeral in a studded leather jacket, sure, they’d have a wife.  Everyone would be whispering about it.  But it’s very much not the done thing.   So naturally, we both married young.  Rebels do.  And that’s when you learn the real lesson: it’s not just that sentimentality is discouraged.  It’s a dangerous liability when it goes well, and when it doesn’t?  You think you’ve seen a messy divorce?  That’s when the funny collars come off.  No, the real problem is: it ends, one way or the other.  One’s with solicitors, and the other is worse.  And if you’re the unlucky one left standing, you may find you have more lifetimes left to think about it than you’d like. I had to take a little peek at the one who made him forget such a lesson.  Of course, he is a moron.  Spending centuries going round picking up humans?  It’s like, you keep on buying hamsters, then come crying to me when it’s time to get out a shoebox?  Maybe after the first twenty you’d start to see a pattern? 

🕊️ a sweet quote (something sweet, fluffy! maybe it's cute or funny banter! or sappy wedding vows!)

Throughout their centuries together, the Doctor counted every day spent with River as a good day.  But some of them were just that little extra bit good.  Some days, her eyes lit up with immediate recognition of his age, and she greeted him as “husband” before even mentioning diaries.  He did so love when she was naughty, even if it was their own rules she was bending.   Some days, for example, they narrowly avoided being burnt as a ritual sacrifice on the way to dinner, then rushed back to the TARDIS on the sort of giddy adrenaline high that pushed dinner right to the bottom of the list. “We should be burning at the stake right now!” River scolded as he shook out his umbrella.  “It’s lucky for you you’re pretty.” “You were in no danger.  I knew something would come up.” “No you didn’t!” “I did!  I promise I did!” “Rubbish,” she declared, striding up to the console and pulling off her gloves.  She tossed her hair over her shoulder, shooting a wry glare back at him, and very nearly managed to hide the smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.  The Doctor was overcome with such a fierce wave of adoration, his rational mind checked out entirely for a moment.   “Okay,” he admitted as he stepped up behind her.  He slipped his arms around her waist and dipped his head; inhaled the cool, earthy scent of ozone and petrichor that clung to her hair, mingling with her perfume.  “I was just hoping,” he muttered in her ear.  “And they got lucky.  We wouldn’t be the ones burning if they dared lay a finger on you.”

You ask me for a quote you get a friggin novel because I have no self control. Thank you anon if you're still around, I hope you see this!!! I am going to try to write more and complete the second chapter if not before the holidays then very soon after!!

[sapphire-weapon]

Hey Sirea! How's your Sunday going?

So, I know you're not really into discussing the whole Aeon community thing, but I'm curious about your take on it.

Do you think they've kinda turned into this entitled part of the fandom because of the OG timeline and Capcom pushing Aeon? (I haven't been mingling with the fandom for long, even though I've been a fan for ages, and maybe I should've stayed away from this drama, haha). Orrrr, do you think they've just misunderstood a lot of what happened in the OG events and cling to their own ideas about the characters? Personally, even when I was a teenager and leaning towards liking Aeon, I always thought, "Sure, they've had some intense moments and saved each other's skins, but are they really all that transparent with each other? Nope. Does Leon trust her unreservedly? Not really and he never will." And I thought that was the whole point of their relationship; it was doomed even before it started and it was just teasing and more of an frenemies situation. I never really believed they'd ride off into the sunset together; I thought their "romance" was more of a fan service thing, to be honest. But now I see not many folks share that view in the OG RE crowd and shippers are very intense.

And with the remakes, the changes to Aeons dynamics are significant, but I'm seeing the same attitude (a lot worse, actually), as if Aeon being canon is a given and they're destined to be together, and any other woman interacting with Leon is irrelevant and he has no chemistry with anyone else who isn't Ada, and the other ships are trash because they're not canon and only Aeon has that benefit in the franchise. Not sure where all that entitlement comes from. Was it always like this, or is it generational?

Anyway, feel free to ignore my ramblings if I'm being annoying, haha! Have a fantastic day/night!

hello friend

so, for clarification's sake, i'll answer stuff about fandom history. i just can't stand it when people come to me like "did you see what they're doing? did you hear what they're saying?" no, i didn't fucking see what they're doing, because i don't care what they're doing or saying, and neither should any of you. don't seek them out. leave them alone. don't look for reasons to make yourself mad. if they come to you, block them.

but in this case, like

vigorously rubs face

okay so like

this is actually a really difficult and complicated series of questions, because fandom was just... different back in the day. it didn't function the same way it does now. there was no passive engagement; there was no like button, there was no reblog/retweet option. if you wanted to engage with fandom back in the day, commenting on livejournal or participating on a forum were your only options. you had to TALK TO PEOPLE. yes, even people you disagreed with, yes even people who shipped other things.

and there was no algorithm; there was no curated feed. on livejournal, you joined a community dedicated to resident evil, and you played nice with the other people in it or they banned your ass and you got cut off from a huge portion of the fandom. sure, you might have your ship community on the side, but the general fandom communities always had more people and were often the best place to get news.

so you would have aeons and cleons and valenfields and everyone under the sun sharing this community together. so you literally COULDN'T be obnoxious about your ship, because chances are, that was against the rules.

that didn't mean that tribalism and ship wars and shit didn't happen. of course they happened. but it was just... different. the discourse was more nuanced. people would write essays back and forth at each other.

and it was fueled by the fact that there was a significant period of time in which RE canon could've just as easily gone the way of cleon as it did aeon. there was a push-and-pull there constantly. sure, aeon had the on-screen kiss in RE2, but SD Perry shipped cleon and people were under the impression that she knew what future canon held. but then RE4 happened and "she's like a part of me i can't let go" happened. but then degeneration happened and it was leon and claire, with no ada in sight. and then darkside chronicles happened and aeons were pissed that claire and leon were co-op partners, but then the aeon kiss was in there and cleons got mad about that.

it really could have gone either way.

basically, cleon existed as a hard check on aeon fandom for years and years, back in the day. they had the numbers and the standing in canon to do it, so they did it.

but then damnation happened. and when damnation happened, a huge portion of cleon fandom surrendered. there was no comeback for "canonically leon and ada most likely fucked."

and then when RE6 happened and leon's campaign was framed as the culmination of the aeon love story, whatever cleons that were still hanging onto hope then also laid down their arms. the war was over, and they'd lost.

and when aeon won, they were sore winners. they'd been in this fight for over a decade, and they wanted everyone to know that they came out the victors. especially since their victory was actually kind of precarious. yes, leon and ada likely fucked, and yes they had whatever the fuck was going on with RE6, but... leon and ada still weren't together. the ship was canon... but it also wasn't. and i think they knew just how easily it could be taken away from them again.

so, fast forward to modern day fandom, and i think what we're seeing is the result of an insecure aeon fandom clinging to their victory, which then got amplified in an echo chamber when fandom moved to social media, until they all basically became radicalized.

and there was no cleon fandom there to body check them back to reasonable levels anymore. not to say there were no more cleons; just that cleon fandom had lost their will to fight.

so the aeon fandom of today came into this frenzied WE'RE CANON WE'RE CANON EVERYONE ELSE FUCK OFF WE'RE CANON, not even knowing why the fandom was like that or where it was coming from, and they just parroted their elders, and now it's a cancer spreading through wider RE fandom.

because what didn't happen was: the fever never broke. there never came a point where aeons calmed the fuck down and took a step back and looked more objectively at the canon. and because they were so loud, no one else did, either.

so, to answer your questions:

Do you think they've kinda turned into this entitled part of the fandom because of the OG timeline and Capcom pushing Aeon?

yes.

Orrrr, do you think they've just misunderstood a lot of what happened in the OG events and cling to their own ideas about the characters?

also yes.

the OG timeline came to favor aeon. there's no disputing that. and because of that, people started to make assumptions that aeon was endgame, and they never let go of those assumptions. this has caused them to misinterpret the ending of RE6 and completely miss the fact that leon rejected ada in the end.

aeon fandom doesn't want to believe that aeon was a journey, not a destination.

so they don't.

and no one challenges them anymore. even though cleon fandom still has the numbers to do it, they don't. and even though eagleone has the canonical standing to do it, they won't.

and it's because fandom is just set up differently now. we don't talk to each other anymore. we're not forced to play nice with each other anymore. in fact, we're incentivized by social media to be cunts to each other, because that earns us clout within our own echo chambers.

and it sucks, dude. because you can't have a conversation about the story in good faith anymore without people wringing their hands and going "b-but aeon..."

even though it's abundantly clear that remake is different and aeon is different in it, people are still too afraid to challenge the status quo. so we're left going around in circles with the same fucking shit over and over again, and just

sigh.

that's why i say just ignore them. block them. because the discourse has basically cemented itself in place, and there's no reason to put yourself through the misery of dealing with it.

[oranberryorion]

[Video attached. Play?]

This-- bzzrt-- Rotom has deemed this video disturbing to the general audience. If you are particularly sensitive to possibly concerning subjects, please do not play. Do not replicate these actions in-person.

A Rotom's face appears in the corner of the screen, its digital features beaming with excitement. The video shakes briefly, accompanied by some rustling sounds, before switching to the front camera. Suddenly, Orion's face comes into view! His eyes, momentarily distant, slowly focus on the lens. A wide grin spreads across his face, showing his teeth and hinting at some hidden mischief. Sly, like a fox, or an unfamiliar gambler. For a moment, he seemed a bit confused, as if caught off guard, before smoothly turning the Rotomphone sideways.

As the video turns, a tidy laboratory comes into view. Clean counters, shining under bright lights, line the edges of the room. The middle of the lab is empty, except for a ring of black safety cones marking off an area. At the edge of the frame, the viewer can see Colress— busy writing on a clipboard while looking at a screen that displayed brightly on his tablet. Orion glances quickly at the scientist, which the camera catches, before looking back at the lens. Carefully, he raises a metal finger to his lips. His "shh" is very quiet, but it's clear he's recording in secret.

The Rotom's face in the corner changes from happy to neutral as Orion carefully adjusts the camera angle on the counter. He starts placing books and other objects in front of the phone, each one helping to hide it better. To the viewer watching, the hiding spot looks pretty good— a sneaky camera tucked away among books. With his task done, the cyborg steps back. His body moves smoothly as he walks away. He stops for a moment, taking one last look at his hidden camera, before turning and leaving the Rotomphone to record whatever happens next.

Colress notices Orion's movement and turns with curiosity. He observes the teenager for a moment before perking up. "You seem quite energetic today, especially for working down here. Are you feeling alright?" he inquires, his voice tinged with a hint of concern. Normally, he would sit under the counters and wait for Colress to be done with his daily tasks to leave the lab.

Orion can be seen pouting slightly at the edge of the frame. "Yeah, I'm fine," he insists, his voice portraying a mix of pride and defensiveness. "I've just gotten over my fears... I'm brave now!" He strikes a confident pose, hands on his hips, chin lifted high.

The scientist lets out a small sigh, his expression blank. "Fears, Orion? You know, if you ever truly feel uncomfortable down here, you can always tell me," he says, his tone gentler than before.

Orion falls silent for a moment, his eyes showing an internal struggle as if fighting back the urge to say something. Finally, he blurts out, "No, no! I'm totally fine down here. I just want to help again! Do you need help with anything? Like... collecting data on the Nihilego again? Orrrr... maybe feeding them?" His voice rises with forced excitement, covering his underlying nervousness.

Colress furrows his brows, turning back to face Orion fully. His eyes search the cyborg's face, concern evident in his gaze. "Feeding them? Orion, you're usually terrified of them, especially since the Aether Foundation. Are you absolutely certain everything is okay?" he probes, voice now clearly mixed with worry.

"Colrressss!"

"Fine, fine. I'll stop asking about it," Colress sighs heavily, his breath carrying a note of resignation. "Come here, I'll let you help with some data entry. You can input this information into the computer. Just make sure to record it exactly as written." He motions Orion over with a wave of his hand. The scientist swiftly tears a sheet from his clipboard, jotting down a few additional marks before folding the paper. With a quick motion, he spins the pen between his fingers before extending the folded paper toward the cyborg.

"Really? That's kind of boring..." Orion sighs, his earlier excitement disappearing as he trudges over. He takes the paper, unfolding it to scan the information. His eyes dart over the page, filled with acronyms and strange charts that seem to hold little meaning to him, however, the small numbers Colress had written next to the charts seemed to help his understanding. Orion chews his cheek thoughtfully as he reads, the heel of his shoes clicking softly on the tile as he makes his way to the computer.

"It may seem dull, but it's crucial work, and you know that," Colress responds. His voice carries an unusual softness as if he's making an effort to be more gentle.

"Mhm," Orion hums.

He sits down in the spinning chair, the smooth wheels gliding across the polished floor. With a quick motion, he grabs the edge of the desk, pulling himself closer to log into the computer. He props his head in one hand, fingers hovering over the keyboard as he types in the password with his free hand.

Colress wore a sour expression, his brow furrowing as he visibly contemplated his thoughts. He mumbled something indistinct under his breath, the words muffled and lost to the camera. With a heavy sigh, he turned away from the counter, placing the clipboard face down with a deliberate motion. Instead of lingering, he turned sharply on his heel, walking purposefully toward Orion. The sound of his shoes clicking against the sterile lab floor echoed in the otherwise silent space. Orion perked up at the sound, swiveling in his spinning chair to glance in Colress's direction. He brushed off the approach with a casual hum, setting the paper beside the keyboard and opening the spreadsheet that glowed on the screen before him.

Colress adjusted his glasses, pushing them higher on the bridge of his nose as he focused intently on the computer display. His hand swept through his hair in a nervous gesture. Though, he remained silent, watching as Orion typed away. Next to the meticulous notes Colress had recorded, a few hastily scribbled notes were there to aid Orion in inputting some of the information onto the spreadsheet, Colress predicting his confusion beforehand. 

The silence in the lab stretched, filling the air with an awkward tension. The only sound was the soft hum of the air-conditioning, circulating through the ventilation system. In one corner, the Rotom’s face appeared visibly anxious, cartoonish sweat beads rolling down its body. Yet, its nervous expression didn’t stem solely from the oppressive silence; it seemed to sense the upcoming events.

“Orion?” Colress finally broke the stillness, his voice barely above a whisper. The Rotom tilted the phone, and shifted ever so slightly to provide a better view of what was happening, catching the motion of Colress stepping back as he spoke.

“Yeah?” Orion replied, turning his head to glance at him, a mix of curiosity and apprehension flickering in his eyes. “What, am I doing something wrong?”

“No. I apologise,” Colress said, the weight of the words hanging heavily in the air as soon as they were spoken.

“...Uh,” Orion spun around in his chair, confusion stretched across his features as he rested his arms on the armrests, unease radiating from him. “For... asking if I was okay so much?”

Colress hesitated, the regret gnawing at him. “No. I’m apologising for how I’ve treated you.”

Orion's expression shifted, the colour draining from his face.

Colress pressed on, an urgent feeling prickling at the back of his head and a hint of desperation creeping into his voice. “I spoke with Keir recently and came to a painful realization about how I’ve treated those around me. I’ve lied to you about my past, hidden my crimes from Keir, and… manipulated you for my own purposes. I know you know. I…”

Orion stiffened, his face paling as the gravity of Colress’s words sank in. Each word felt like a tightening noose, constricting his chest with a mix of anxiety and unease. He had longed for an apology, but not like this. He would’ve begged so hard for an apology for his entire life, a true one, from Colress… but now that it’s happening, he doesn’t like it.  Why had it taken so long for Colress to speak up? Why isn’t he saying just saying the word sorry?

The scientist struggled to find the right words, his throat constricting as he fought against the weight of his own words. “I know it’s wrong. I was driven by my research, and my ambition. I couldn’t bear the thought of causing another death, your death, but I didn’t consider how a child would cope with such a drastic change—a new cybernetic body and all the turmoil that came with it— and convincing your grandfather that—"

“Can you stop?” Orion interjected, his voice shaking as he struggled to hold back his frustration. Colress’s sudden confessions felt like a rough wave, threatening to pull him under. The plea escaped him before he could think it through, and his hands instinctively reached up to tug at his hair, breath coming in quick, uneven bursts.

Colress immediately fell silent, his mouth snapping shut in surprise at Orion's outburst. He stared, wide-eyed, as the cyborg’s expression shifted to one of distress. “Stop. Just stop,” Orion urged, his voice cracking under the weight of his emotions.

“Why would you tell me this now?” He tugged at his hair, his fingers trembling as he fought to regain composure.

“I—” Colress began, but Orion cut him off, frustration spilling over.

“No! I don’t want to hear it!” Orion's words were sharp, every other word traced with pain. “Do you think I’m just going to accept your excuses because you’re suddenly feeling guilty? How does it make me feel better to know you were only ‘motivated by research’? I try every day to convince myself that I’m not just some... toy you created out of boredom. You’ve basically told me I’m here only because you couldn’t afford a mistake in your experiments. Don’t you see how that’s messed up? Why is it only now you’re apologising?”

Colress stood in stunned silence, taking in Orion’s words as the cyborg’s angst unfolded before him. Sudden emotions, switching up from his cheery tone just moments ago, pouring from the boy. He watched helplessly as Orion pushed himself up from the chair, walking toward the phone with a furrowed brow, clearly struggling with a wave of unpleasant emotions. The Rotom, sensing the escalating tension, flickered nervously, its face displaying its distress. Just then, a sudden boom resonated through the lab, causing Orion to stumble, his anger quickly replaced by fear. His eyebrows shot up as his expression transformed, eyes wide with recognition of the ominous sound.

In an instant, Colress’s attention snapped to the center of the room, where a bright light began to rip through the air, forming a tear in reality itself. A wormhole forced its way open, and Orion’s body visibly shook, his cybernetic limbs trembling as he instinctively grabbed the Poké Balls from the counter, his fingers struggling to secure a grip. As he attempted to draw back, it felt as if his elbow joint had locked up, the fear of the wormhole stopping him. A sudden force pushed him backward, and he fell onto the smooth tiles with a yelp, the sound echoing through the chaos. The black cones that once held the area secure had begun to blow away, the pressure from the wormhole filling the lab. 

The Rotom, sensing the impending doom, struggled free from its tight corner, flying out to get a better view of the scene. The wormhole opened wide, and from its light emerged two Nihilego and a Xurkitree. They unleashed an ear-piercing scream that vibrated through the lab, causing the recording to vibrate with the intensity of their presence. The Rotom’s face distorted in horror, cartoonish tears streaming down as it glitchily darted about, overwhelmed by the moment.

Orion lay sprawled on the ground, his expression morphing into one of sheer terror. The Poké Balls slipped from his grasp, rolling away as his fingers unclenched, leaving him utterly frozen by fear. It was as if every instinct of fight or fight had left him, leaving only a deep-set dread. The weight of the situation pressed heavily on his chest, and even the viewer could sense the overwhelming anxiety from him, rendering his body immobile.

Colress, energy suddenly bursting through him, fumbled to grab a Poké Ball from his lab coat pocket, hastily releasing his Klinklang onto the field. The Pokémon let out a resounding cry, a mix of defiance and intimidation as it faced the approaching Ultra Beasts. However, the creatures seemed unfazed, their focus locked onto Colress with an eerie intensity. One of the Nihilego let out a ghostly roar and surged toward him, its movements fluid and predatory.

Instinctively, Colress took a defensive step back, his heart racing. “Zephyr, Giga Impact! Now!” he commanded, pointing at the nearest Nihilego.

The Klinklang responded eagerly, gathering energy before launching itself at the Ultra Beast with all its body. The impact landed squarely, causing a strange, auto-tuned cry of distress from the Nihilego. However, the second Nihilego, enraged by the attack on its partner, charged toward Klinklang with fierce determination, reeling its head back to deliver a brutal blow to the metallic Pokémon's main gear.

The sudden attack disrupted Klinklang’s turning, causing its gears to momentarily stall before it turned to float back toward Colress. The scientist’s brows furrowed in concern; he couldn’t afford to lose his Pokémon to these Ultra Beasts. Before he could react further, the injured Nihilego, driven by instinct and fury, surged toward him, its tendrils shooting out like grasping hands, seizing him in a vice-like grip.

The Rotomphone swung around to capture Orion’s frantic movements as he struggled to regain composure. He rolled onto his ‘stomach’, fighting against the locked joints as he reached for one of the Poké Balls that had rolled out of his grasp. Panic ran wild within him, a wave of urgency flooding his mind as he threw the ball weakly toward the Xurkitree. His Hydreigon burst forth with a bounding roar, its dual heads twisting in the air, each letting out a piercing cry that echoed with the main head.

"Colbur! Earth Power!" Orion called out, watching as Hydreigon had gotten the idea to do possibly anything it can.

The Hydreigon roared towards the sky, the surrounding ground rumbling as a geyser rose from the tiles, hitting the Xurkitree from the base. Fire seemed to boom from the geyser, straight back down into the tiles as they were shifted out of place. The Ultra Beast let out a crackling cry, stumbling backward.

Colbur seemed to giggle in some weird, dragonish way, amused by the damage it did. The Hydreigon was caught off guard as the Xurkitree dashed off to the side and stuck its wire-like limbs into the ground, gathering electricity in his body as it surged towards Orion. The cyborg could see the attack approaching him, but his body couldn't respond to him. The surge of electricity sprung out of the ground and aimed at the cyborg, hitting directly in his chest. Orion yelled out, the scream ripped raw from his throat, as the charge coursed through his body, phantom pain radiating in his cybernetic body. The sudden hit to his chest caused the core of his body to take the damage, causing his vision to blur and his mind to blank.

Colbur screamed at the Xurkitree, opting to quickly crunch on the arm of Xurkitree. The Hydreigon seemed to feel the electricity as it travelled into his body but ignored it to bite at the Ultra Beast. Xurkitree tried to shake off the dragon but was unsuccessful, and grew agitated at the attack.

Orion was left grasping for his own conscience, desperately trying to regain control of his body. The mechanical limbs twitched and moved in ways he didn't want to. His mind raced as he caught sight of Colress across the room, struggling against the grip of a Nihilego that had entangled him. The scientist’s face was contorted in a mix of fear and will as he fought to free himself. Orion needed to help, but his own limbs felt heavy and unresponsive as if they were trapped in a dream.

As he turned his gaze back to Colress, he watched helplessly as the Nihilego tightened its grip around the scientist’s throat. Colress’s hands flailed, attempting to pry the creature’s tendrils away, but it was no use. The tension in Orion’s chest grew with every passing second. He shoved the empty Poké Ball from Colbur into the pocket of his jacket, desperate to regain some sense of responsibility.

“No, stop! Colbur— urgh!” he shouted, his voice strained and filled with urgency, even as he felt his body betray him, fighting against the panic threatening to overwhelm him. Even though he called out to his own Pokemon, the Hydreigon was clearly busy trying to disarm the Xurkitree.

Orion watched in horror as the Nihilego tightened its grip around Colress, the scientist's face straining against the creature’s sensors. Colress struggled, his arms flailing in a frantic attempt to pry the tendrils away, but the creature's hold only seemed to grow more suffocating. Orion felt a swell of tears within him, an instinctive urge to leap to Colress’s aid battling against the paralysing fear coursing through his own body. He could feel as tears began to travel down his face, completely distraught by the current scene.

“No, no, no!” Colress muttered under his breath, each word laced with desperation.

Suddenly, the blinding light from the wormhole intensified, bathing the room in an eerie glow. Colress, spotting Orion’s frantic attempts to reach him, managed to yank one of the Nihilego’s sensors away from his throat just long enough to shout, “Orion, don’t! I’ll be fine! I just need to get to Zephyr—”

The warning fell on deaf ears as Orion felt his need to help rise, his body still refusing to respond. He could barely scream out, each attempt only a strangled whisper as he witnessed Colress struggle against the Nihilego’s grasp.

Frustration clawed at Orion as he desperately tried to muster the strength to rise, each failed attempt causing his sense of helplessness to grow. Isn’t a cybernetic body supposed to be stronger? He gritted his teeth, straining to push himself up, but his arm buckled beneath him, sending him tumbling to the floor once more. It was almost as if the surge of electricity ran back through his body, pushing stars in his vision. He watched as the Nihilego inched closer to the wormhole.

Meanwhile, Colress’s voice broke through the chaos again, a mix of pure fear and reassurance. “Orion! It’s fine! Listen, I apologise, remember?! You don’t have to accept it, okay?! I’m so—”

His words were cut short, swallowed by the chaotic wormhole, beginning to close, its edges shimmering with a blinding glow. 

As the wormhole sealed itself, a low, echoing clatter reverberated through the lab, the sound sharp against the heavy silence that followed. Orion felt a pang of despair as he stared at the empty space of the lab, just where Colress was dragged away into Ultra Space. As he lifted his head from the smooth tile, he spotted the Xurkitree that seemed to have not followed the other creature’s back into the wormhole.

“Colbur, Dragon Pulse!” he shouted, his voice strained as he fought to push himself off the floor. He reached backward to pull himself up along a counter, hand placing among the mess of papers and other objects.

Colbur finally lunged forward. The Hydreigon, still riled up from the earlier skirmish, shifted its attention to the Xurkitree. Orion’s heart raced as he saw the Ultra Beast follow his line of sight, readying itself for another attack. He scrambled to find a Beast Ball among the clutter, the weight of his choices pressing down on him. With a sudden surge of adrenaline, Orion grasped a Beast Ball. He hurled it toward the Xurkitree, the ball flying over Colbur’s main head. The dragon stopped itself from readying an attack, watching the ball.

The Xurkitree was sucked into the web-patterned ball with a flash of light. It shook once, twice, and then a third time—a click echoing through the lab that filled Orion with a mix of pure dread. He fell to his knees, the weight of the moment crashing down around him. His body fell to the side, the harsh metal resounding through the lab. As tight as he squeezed his eyes shut, tears kept on falling. Colbur floated over to the cyborg with the captured Ultra Beast in the maw of one of the side heads, dropping it at his side. Orion didn’t respond. He curled within himself to the best of his ability. The Hydreigon floated down to lay on its stomach, poking Orion gently.

"Dad…" Orion choked out. Is it worse to have a horrible 'father' or no 'father' at all?

Wasn’t today a good day? What happened?