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vibratingskull · 19 days ago

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Chekmate and Chaos

Part1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35

Tags : Reader is disabled, fluff, self-doubts, ptsd, cuddling, hurt-comfort, street fight, domestic, groceries, rescue, Thrawn is a caregiver at heart...

This is your last day together before the end of your leave. You have a present for Thrawn you hope he will like, but also some mundane tasks to take care off, like a married couple...

Thrawn x F!reader

You feel a tender caress on your hair, making you sigh, your cheek pressed against something really warm and pulsating rhythmically, sending vibrations through your skin.

You yawn and blink.

You are in your living room, sprawling on the couch in the arms of Thrawn. You remember the evening you spent in front of a movie, hugging each other, chuckling at the cheezy acting. You also remember you were too occupied kissing each other to care about the rest of the movie, him laying his entire body on yours, keeping you trapped under him.

You thought it would have dissolved in a completely different situation, but he kept it to kissing, pressing you tight against himself, breathing in your scent, holding your cheek. You ended up both sleeping on the couch in each other arms.

Your face is resting on Thrawn’s chest as he hugs you while caressing your hair. You tentatively look up to him.

He stayed with you to embrace you and cradle you.

He lowers his gaze to meet yours and smiles tenderly at you, his hand leaving your hair to graze your cheek with his back.

“Good morning, Ch’acah.” He whispers like a sound too loud would make you implode.

You smile faintly at him, hugging him tighter.

“Hi, you.”

You brush your cheek against his hand as a purr starts in response. The whole room smells like him, wrapping around you in a comforting embrace. You kiss his knuckles as his hand passes next to your lips.

“Are you hungry?” He asks gently.

“No.” You yawn.

He tilts his head, this wasn’t the answer he expected.

“Yes Terribly..” You try to save yourself.

“Good try.” He retorts, “Come eat with me, please.”

He kisses your forehead and stands up, holding your hand to guide you to your table. He lets you sit down while he rummages through your cupboards. You see him agitating himself, preparing the breakfast for the both of you.

He seems to hesitate several times on how to proceed but intimates you sit back down each time you stand up to come help him

‘’It is a simple recipe. I should be able to handle it.’’ He says resolutely.

You sit back again and let him cook, silently brooding.

Why is he cooking ?

How long are you still going to fail him ?

He finally turns back with avocado toast, with avocado properly mixed and toast not burnt.

He lays a plate in front of you, two full toasts, lavishly garnished with ripe avocado.

You are, clearly and irrepressably, not hungry enough for two full toasts.

He sits beside you and wish you a good meal, you nod, your lips pressed in a thin line.

You take one toast to nibble one corner and immediately regret it. He put lemon juice in the avocado and the acidic taste immediately upset you.

You wince and put the toast back on the plate.

Thrawn who is munching on his own piece silently observes you. He wipes the crumbs off his perfect blue lips with his thumb before taking your plate to dispose of it.

“Thrawn...” You try before his mutism, “It’s not your fault, it’s me. Do not get angry, I just cant this morning.”

“I am not angry in the slightest, Ch’acah.” He simply responds, back turned to you, doing... something.

Imagine your surprise when he turns back and hands you a plate of white bread with chocolate spread, something he notoriously looks at with dissatisfaction. You open your eyes wide.

“You hate when I eat that.” You say, incredulous.

He sits down and takes his toast to bite into it.

“If the only way I have to make sure you eat is serving you your favorite unhealthy food, it will do for now.” He simply responds.

Him who’s always been a sticker to a healthy diet and manners of living...

You take one slice and bite into it. Even the deliciously chocolaty treat isn’t enough to awaken your appetite. But you eat nonetheless not to alarm him.

“We need to do groceries.” He announces. “We emptied the fridge yesterday.”

“I’ll take care of it.” You say.

“I’ll come with you.”

You glance at him.

“Why?”

“The pantry is always full when I arrive, I never had to go grocery shopping in the area.” He explains.

Of course the pantry is always full for his return: it’s your task! Make sure your man doesn’t starve to death. And a Grand Admiral as way more important things to do than groceries!

‘But... I could get a glimpse of his tastes.’ the thought crosses your mind.

“All right, I know a little market. We should find everything here.”

“Good.”

You observe Thrawn opening a pillbox to swallow protein and vitamin capsules. Your heart sinks. Since your... ‘incident’ you stopped buying meat altogether and Thrawn modifies his diet when he is at the apartment with you.

You’re depriving him of vital nutrients for his athletic lifestyle...

You gulp down your bite with difficulty, feeling guilty.

He notices you fixing him and tilts his head as he swallow the capsules down.

“A problem?” He asks

“No... Not at all...” You lower your gaze on your slice of bread.

You finish your plate completely to prove your point even if the knots in your stomach complain heavily and shoot him a smile.

He slowly nods approvingly taking a fruit to bite into. You cross your arms on the table, observing his pearly white teeth biting into the juicy flesh, how his blue lips wrap around the plump of the fruit, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallows another bite. Thrawn lazily scrolls on his datapad, discovering today’s news, and keeping himself informed. You feel your lips stretch into a smile as you admire your boyfriend in the daylight through the window, the sunrays gently caressing his deep blue skin, the shades varying whether in light or in shadow, enhancing his cheekbones and forehead ridges.

You see his brows frown slightly every time he reads political news, trying really hard to understand all the ins and outs of what he is reading, but you know he fails. At the fifth time, you take pity on him and invite him to give you the pad to give him a little rundown of the politics.

You’re scrolling through the different news articles when an article catches your attention, stopping you in your tracks. You read the title carefully before it the article in its entirety to be absolutely certain.

But there is no doubts possible.

“The senate intends to harden the conditions for marriage between humans and aliens.” You announce with an empty voice.

So many new laws of this order have been put in place lately, preventing the adoption of human children by alien couples, separating humans and aliens in school, etc...

You read and reread the title of the article, incredulous, your blood turning cold.

What if... You can never marry Thrawn?

What if this option just disappears?

“Really?” He responds casually.

You look up to him in surprise.

He is focused on his avocado toast, seemingly unaffected by the news. Your mind flashes you the memory of him silently observing the storefront of a wedding shop with sparkling eyes.

But today he... simply doesn’t care.

You gulp and swallow down your doubts and questions, you’ve only been dating for almost over a year but lived together for less than four months total.

Marriage may be premature for your couple yet!

But still...

You would have liked if he appeared displeased by the news...

“Either way it talks about economics and stock exchange prices.” You finish, disheartened but with an assured voice.

You keep your face neutral, hiding your worries deep inside you, away from his eyes as you scroll back to the top of the news site. Every article praises the decisions of the Senate and Emperor, saying how moral and great those choices are and how they will rectify the former decadent mores of the former Republic. You sip your caff in silence, focused on your reading before laying the pad, a weird strained feeling weighing you down.

Thrawn pats his gorgeous lips with a napkin before turning to you and taking your hand lying on the table to squeeze it.

“This is our final day together, cheo Ch’acah. Is there anything you want to do?”

You purse your lips for a split second.

“What I want to- Wait!” You jump on your feet and head to your bedroom, leaving Thrawn guessing in the kitchen.

You kneel down on the floor to look under your bed, you extend your hand and search for something under the wooden frame until the tips of your fingers touch something. You grasp it and pull it off under the bed, it is dusty by now so you blow air on it and brush dust away as you return to the kitchen.

Thrawn silently observes you coming back and handing him the wrapped package. He considers the rectangular package with polite curiosity before taking it in his hands and looking at you as you sit back, a silent question in his eyes.

“I have no idea when your birthday is and I realized we didn’t have one yet in the apartment.” You explain with a small smile.

His fingers brush the edges of the package, trying to guess what is under the gift wrap, his mind searching for clues in your demeanor.

“This is very delicate of you. Thank you.” He simply says, thankful.

After turning the package in every angle and weighing it up he finally decides to open it. You bite your lips, not losing a crumb of the spectacle as he takes out a new black velvety box. He turns it to discover his full name engraved in it with silvery accents. He squints, putting the box down to unlock the latches and open the lid.

He blinks as he discovers a brand new Shah-tezh game with its ivory shiny demesne and pieces.

“Tadaaaaaaam!” You chuckle, “I thought you would like to play it again!”

He delicately takes one of the pieces to admire it closely, how well carved and shiny they are, all the minute details drawn in the ivory, all the attention given to the finishing touches of each piece.

You devour him with your eyes, head resting on both of your hands, awaiting his reaction to your little surprise with great impatience. It’s been months since you hid this present, never finding the right time to give it to him! It cost you a little fortune to find this artisanal game and you really hope he likes it.

He finally replaces the piece in the box with an amused expression.

“This brings back memories.” Thrawn notes.

“Good memories?” You playfully insist.

“Of course. Very good memories.” He slowly nods in approval, “Thank you for your gift, it is a delicious idea.”

“Do you want to play now?”

He tilts his head.

“Already?”

“Why not? We have nothing to do outside of the groceries. For our last day together we could play all day long!” You propose.

“Alright. I let you choose your color.” He indicates,.

As you do the dishes Thrawn puts the game in place and serves you both another cup of caff.

You sit down and start playing together like you used to in the Academy a decade ago...

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“I will never beat you.” You half-complain, half-joke.

“This type of game fuels directly in my strong suits it will be quite hard for you; But you considerably improved your strategies during those ten years, you made really good progress.” Thrawn praises.

You walk in the street, playing with the straps of the bags, making them swirl at your hand. The sun pains to shine on this floor, managing to brighten the alley only through holes in the permabeton and broken windows and you cannot resist the childish impulse to shoot in some trash laying around with your feet.

Thrawn follows you closely, observing this new environment in silent... displease.

You had to go down several floors of Coruscant to join the market you had in mind and while your own neighborhood isn’t what you would call rich or especially secure, you are at ease. You are confident in your capacity to protect yourself with your training but you feel Thrawn’s arm circling your shoulders when you pass a dark street where obvious spice traffics are taking place. Each inhabitant of this floor considers Thrawn regal allure with curiosity and... hunger. You chose an old cheap coat to not clash in the environment and wear a mute grey and dark colors but Thrawn natural elegance is hard to hide and he clearly appears as an outsider here. Everyone is grey here, features drawn and tired traits, and even aliens’ colors are muted in this environment, making Thrawn’s healthy and vibrant blue skin discords even more. You feel his hand squeezing your shoulder as you walk past a group of young adults sniffing... something white and powdery on a flat surface.

“Do you come here often?” He investigates.

“It’s the only market in the area where I can find products from my homeworld. So yeah, pretty much.” You explain.

He just nods, not about to start an argument about the rights and wrongs of rummaging in such a neighborhood, he trusts you to be able to protect your own person.

That doesn’t stop him from pulling you closer to him at each black look you receive from the local punks, someone even spits in your direction...

”The atmoshere is much lighter inside the market, you’ll see.” you reassure him.

The arches of the covered market are finally visible and you inadvertently accelerate. You want to show certain products of your homeworld to Thrawn and you hurry. But Thrawn holds you down and forces you to slow down, pressing your two bodies together.

You’re about to ask him what’s up when you notice the group of men at the feet of the arches, laying against the walls with their cans of beer, their blades and bats at their belts shining in the artificial crude light of the floor. They are guarding the entry of the market like Cerberus guarding hell’s gate, checking out passersby, whistling at women who hurry away, and shoving people at random.

As you approach the entry you readjust the straps of your bags on your shoulders and Thrawn keeps you real close, not letting you escape his protective grasp.

“Bag and pockets!” One of them barks at you when you reach the arches.

You sniff but open your bag for him to check. That’s not your first rodeo with them.

“In good company today, sweet thing?” He laughs crudely.

“Maybe, what’s it to you?” You retort.

He sniffs with disdain, caressing his blade as a warning. You hold his gaze.

“And your knight?” He finally turns to Thrawn who didn’t release you for a second.

Thrawn takes out his identity card and shows it between two fingers.

“This is the only thing I have in my pockets.” He announces.

They look into each other eyes, gauging each other in silence.

The cerberus snarls and spits on the ground.

“Let them pass.” He says to his colleagues blocking the entry to you, “And no funny business, we patrol inside.”

You flip him as you pass, Thrawn’s hand protectively around your shoulders. You enter the market, squinting at the sudden brightness, and discover a place full of life and products, buzzing with activity.

“Who are they?” Thrawn asks as you walk away from the entry.

“The local gang. They are a little on edge lately, they conflict with other groups.”

You start walking among the aisles. True to your words, the market is way safer than the neighborhood where it is located with bright and clean aisles and fresh and diverse products, it may be just on the cheaper side. Families are here with children running around and you feel Thrawn’s grasp on your shoulder slowly loosening as he judges the place safe.

Something catches your gaze and you immediately pull Thrawn to it,

“Look at that! Sweets from my homeworld!”

You take one immediately in your mouth, savoring the rush of sugar. Thrawn takes one, making it roll between his fingers, weighting it, raising it to his nose.

“Those ones are citrus, but they come with a lot of different tastes.” You explain, sucking on the candy in your mouth.

Thrawn considers the treat before putting it in his mouth.

“They are called ‘bétises’, they were my favorite candies growing up.”

“Of course they were your favorite with such a name.” He responds deadpan.

You chuckle as he shakes his face with a tight exhausted smile. You take out your grocery list and head toward the vegetables. You choose some green onions, some Kebroot and hesitate between some Corellian eggplants and some Anoth eggplant. One is sweeter and more fondant while the other is more acidic.

Thrawn helps you choose the freshest ones, manipulating the vegetables and sniffing them.

You fill your bags with goodies until Thrawn takes it from you to carry them.

You walk among the aisles, stopping here and there for free sampling of the products. You succumb to temptation and buy a big pot of honey from your home planet, drooling at the simple idea of diving a spoon into it to taste it.

You reach the tubers section and you feel Thrawn slowing down. You stop to observe what he saw.

“I remember those ones.” He says, “The Ascendancy bought a lot of tubers from merchants of the Chaos to feed its population.” He takes one in his large hand, weighing it carefully.

The tuber, an orange vegetable ribbed of purple lines has a delicate fragrance. Thrawn takes one slice that is here for free sampling and nods. You take one in your mouth and almost break down crying.

Your mouth immediately catches fire and you pant with your tongue out. You avidly take the small glass of blue milk the market gardener hands to you amused and you gulp it down with relief, welcoming the greasy liquid in your mouth to wash down any capsaisin.

Thrawn eyeballs you with a tight grin.

“Spicy, is it not?”

You let out a huge gasp as your lips part from the milk glass.

“Yes! Yes it is!”

His gaze lowers down to the vegetable with fondness.

“It reminds me of my childhood. I did not expect to find some of those products here.”

You tilt your head, squinting.

“Because you saw several produce from the Ascendancy?”

“Three or four.” He places the vegetable down and takes a step signaling you can move on.

You observe him dumbfounded.

“And it didn’t cross your mind to tell me so we could buy them?”

He consider you like it downed on him.

“I... Would not know how to cook them if we bought them.” He explains.

You roll your eyes with a sigh.

“Give me ten!” You order the market gardener.

You seize the full bag they hand you, take Thrawn’s hand in yours, and force him to retrace the entire way, asking him if these were the products or not.

You’ll do this market 5 times if you must, but you’ll find all the Ascendancy products and cook him a good meal like back home! Or as close as you can get.

He obediently follows behind you, letting you pull him in silence as you question him at each and every new product.

FINALLY! You find the four in question and buy them under his careful burning gaze.

“You did not have to.” He finally says as you rearrange your bags to make a place for the fresh bean paste of his homeworld, squatting in the middle of one aisle.

You sniff at his reaction.

“And why not?” You raise your gaze to him, “Don’t you like when I take care of you?”

His lips stretch in a thin line for a split second as he seems to realize what this entire circus is about.

“Thank you...” He eventually lets out past his lips.

You slow down your movement in the bag, looking up at him. Is it so foreign to him? To be taken care of?

You stand back on your feet and on your tiptoes to reach his cheek that you kiss tenderly.

“I’ll cook you a good meal with all of that! You will guide me to achieve a Chiss-flavored recipe.”

You hear the faintest of purr as he seems to lean into the kiss.

“I propose you choose the spices and chilis and I’ll head over there to retrieve some legumes, and we will finish with some dairy, okay?”

He stops in his tracks.

“You want me to choose ingredients while knowing my record tracks in the kitchen?” He asks squinting.

“Well... You did not poison yourself until now, so I guess i can trust you to choose some. And you use way more chilis than me, choose the ones you prefer and I’ll cook with them!”

“How do you know I use more chilis than you?” He tilts his head.

You give him an all-knowing lopsided grin.

“First : that demonstration with the tuber 20 minutes ago, Second : I always catch you adding more cayenne pepper to your plate, and third: do you remember that lentil dish you cooked when I came to the apartment to help you with furniture? You did not bat an eye while I was sweating like a pig and crying my eyes out.”

“You finished that dish.” He frowns.

You grimace a bit.

“I did not want to offend you...”

He lower his shoulders, slightly defeated.

“Why did you not say anything? I would have cooked something else lighter.”

You raise your tip toes to kiss his cheek again.

“It is in the past love. Now you will be able to add as much chili as you want to your plate.”

He considers you but relinquishes and turns toward the chilis and spices stands with sparkling eyes despite his closed and stern expression.

You smile at him and head toward the legumes section debating in your head if you should buy canned or fresh ones. You’ll take lentils for Thrawn if you only you could remember the variety he cooked that evening...Oh! You also need to pick some cheese, you noted how he devoured the cheese cubes during your movie night.

You should ask your mother if there is any lentil recipe with chilis from your homeworld you could cook.

You wince. She will just berate you and demand why you do not already know that at your age... You are fully focused on your peas when you feel a body press itself against your back, looming over you.

“Hi, hot stuff. You are a cute one you know?”

You cringe internally before turning towards the voice. As you expected around here, this isn’t just a frotteur but one of the gang members.

“You could make some good money with a face like yours.” He keeps going.

“Not interested.” You respond sharply, flicking his hand off your shoulder.

There are a lot of touts in the area selling dreams to desperate people to lock them in their clubs and brothels. You saw a lot of young men and women following those kinds of pimps with hope in their eyes that it will allow them to make some quick bucks and escape the lower floors.

Those fuckers even hunt among teens, barely 15 yet.

You reach for a bag of fresh Corellian peas when you see two other shadows drawing themself over you. You let out a snarl, the pimp got companies.

“Oh come on, a fresh fit body like you could make so much cash! If you follow us, we will show you how!”

You don’t have your rifle with you, obviously, but you received Imperial training. Getting rid of three hoods shouldn’t be that difficult.

As long as they remain only three...

Your eyes lower to their blades and bats hanging at their hips. If you could snatch one up...

“Thank you for this very generous offer, dear sirs. Alas, I must pursue my travel, for I am awaited you see?” You respond with an apathetic smile.

They let out a chuckle.

“Even better. Clients adore it when the girls have some personality. Keep your humor and you’ll be one of the most popular of the entire establishment.” One of them says, leaning forward, trapping you between him and the stall.

Disgusting.

But that is what you wanted.

“Oh really?” You smile and let the click of the blade resonate as you press it at his throat. “I will still ask you to back down gentle sir.”

He palps his hip only to realize you took his vibroblade. His nostril flares as anger lights up in his pupils.

“You... sneaky little bitch!” He takes a step back, letting the rest of the group realize he got divested of his weapon.

“Is that how you talk to a possible business partner?” You taunt.

You catch the shadow of a movement on your left and have just the time to parry with the blade. The fourth pimps take a step back as his first assault failed.

“You are not allowed to carry weapons inside, girly.” He indicates, his own baled raised in a practiced and obviously experienced manner.

“I merely borrowed it from your colleague who got too close.”

“I... sorry boss.” He pathetically aplogizes.

The blade holder gaze’s slides toward his younger colleague with a sigh.

“Drop that blade.” He orders.

“Drop yours first.” You retort raising the knife.

“It doesn’t work that way, cutie.” He takes a step forward cautiously.

You are about to say something back when a hand grips your shoulder forcefully. Without even thinking, you grab the arm and throw your leg backward, making the assailant’s body roll over your shoulder and fall to the ground with a grunt of pain.

Like in training!

You just have the time to raise your gaze the gangster from whom you stole the blade throws himself at you. You spin to gather momentum and kick him in the plexus, completely forgetting you now have mechanical legs, and send him fleeing in the stand, broking it to pieces in the process.

Uh oh… You think you felt his plexus break under your hit…

You hear gasps and hurried steps as the passersby hurry away from the scene before that debacle.

You’re back down to three assailants, but now they are fully pissed off ! They carefully place themself around you, staring at you stonily. One of them throws themself at you in a classic two-waves attack. You spin the blade in your hand and hit the side of their skull with the end of the vibroblade. They stagger to the side, clearly confused and in pain.

You turn to see the two last ones when you receive a prodigious punch in the face, throwing you to the ground. You groan painfully, and cough hard, feeling something warm and liquid rolling on your skin where the pimp hit you.

You touch it in disbelief, to discover your blood, dripping to the floor.

This warm, liquidy sensation on your skin…

You gag, flashbacks teleporting you back in the dark cave, strapped down that dirty mattress, and the bite of the saw in your tender flesh…

You are in shock, unable to detach your gaze from the red liquid nor stop your shivering. You lose all awareness of your surroundings and completely forget about the assault, stuck in the cave.

You do nit even hear the pimp talking to you.

You shudder when a sudden gunshot rings in the market and a body falls near you. You turn your gaze towards the sound to discover Thrawn, gun aimed in your direction with a cold expression, his eyebrows frowned in displeasure.

‘’Stop.’’ He sternly orders, ‘’This is enough.’’

“Wha-Who the FUCK let you enter with a gun?!” The leader demands.

Thrawn immediately aims at him, his glare full of warnings and threat.

“Your own colleagues. I am here to collect this young lady right here.” He announces, advancing in the aisles like in conquered territories, “As for you, hands high up in the air where I can see them.”

You do not see what the leader decided to do, whatever it was Thrawn judged it worthy to be shot at. You shiver with the gunshot and the sound of the body hitting the floor.

Did... Did he just...

He turns to the last one that decides to lie down, his hands on his head. Thrawn closes the gap and collects all the weapons, cuffing the last pimp before rising to the sea of curious and worried customers. He raises his Grand Admiral insignia for all to see.

“I am a Grand Admiral of the Empire, citizens. Everything is under control and if someone could be urbane enough to notify the police about this gang so they can collect them, it would be greatly appreciated.”

One of the vendor behind the stall nods and heads to a stationary phone immediately.

Thrawn turns to you and put a knee to the ground to comfort you.

“Everything is okay, Ch’acah. Can you stand?”

You nod weakly, still a bit shocked as he helps you stand up.

“Are they...?”

“Unconscious. My gun is adjusted on stun mod when I am on leave.”

“Oh... okay.” You respond not knowing if that is comforting or not.

“You are bleeding, my beloved.” He murmurs, caressing a strand of hair behind your ear tenderly, “Come with me, they must have a pharmacy somewhere.” He lowers to grab all the bags that he passes on one shoulders and supports you with his arms.

While the police is being called he hands his debit card to the seller who’s stall you destroyed.

“For the damages.” He simply says before their shocked expression.

They take the cards like they saw a ghost and slides it down the machine before getting it back.

Thrawn keeps his gun ostensibly visible and helps you walk through the aisle.

“We will dress your wounds and head home.” He orders.

You are in no state to retort anything and obediently follows.

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You poke the large compress now adorning your temple and wince as a wave of pain spreads.

Thrawn is in the bathroom scrubbing your top.

“The blood comes off, do not worry.” He announces with a gentle tone like losing this shirt was your first worry right now.

But it is not...

You cannot forget the blood...

You still feel it trickle down your cheek and thighs, the bite of the saw...

You shiver, curling over yourself, your heart right behind your lips.

By all account you are still trapped deep down that cave, cuffed to that bed.

Unable to escape.

Satlove still has you between his hands, slowly suffocating you.

You jolt when a hand touches your shoulder all of a sudden.

“Ch’acah? You did not speake a word. Is everything all right?”

But you are bound to see blood again, you are an Imperial officer. Blood is part of work.

You cannot allow yourself to freeze in shock while lives depend on you! You have cadet under your protection, you cannot allow your weakness to put them all in danger!

This is not what Thrawn would do! He would do whatever is necessary to protect his crew!

You deeply inhale, bracing yourself.

“Thrawn,” You start ready to negotiate, “I accept to go to therapy, but only at one condition.”

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tia-amorosa · 3 months ago

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Sunset Died - Alto/Wolff

The Others... and a secret

Note in advance: this episode contains a bit more text than in the previous parts. But it was important because it answers a few questions that some of you may have already asked yourself.

Nick went outside with Morgana and closed the bedroom door behind him. Then he took a few steps and leaned against the wall. “Thanks, I probably couldn't have done it on my own"/ ”like I said, it would have been better if I'd been informed earlier that she was expecting a child. Worse things could have happened”.

Nick paused for a moment before continuing. “You lack the means to properly examine the pregnant ladies in the city…"/ ”Mh, that's correct, yes. Above all, I don't have an ultrasound machine, there are so many things that could be detected and ruled out with it…"/ ‘It won't be long before… you'll have one of those machines at your disposal’ / ‘What do you mean?’/ ‘I've requested one’. Morgana was shocked and curious. “But where, by whom?"/…

“From people out there somewhere. I asked them for it. “/ “What… What kind of people are they?”/ “Hh… Some who have had me firmly in their grip for months. And it's up to me that… That nothing has happened here so far"/ ‘Mr. Alto…’/ ‘I value you as a very loyal person, Dr. Wolff, not just as a doctor’.

Morgana looked at him skeptically “You want to confide something in me and I'm not allowed to tell anyone, am I right?”/ “Yes, not yet. I'll talk to the people here soon, when I've got the hardest part over with"/ ‘and that would be?’. He looked at her seriously with tired eyes “Is there something you're particularly attached to, Dr.? What's the most important thing in your life?”/ “A few things. My own life, my husband, my child… My friends”.

“That's quite a lot. For me, it's been money for as long as I can remember. I learned early on how to get it, how to invest it wisely and how to spend it wisely. But money… It's also a tool you can use to manipulate people. Now I'm the one being manipulated. I have a lot of assets, it's not small. And that has gotten through to these people”

Morgana tried to follow and understand what Nick was telling her. “So… they want your money?"/ ‘All the valuables I own…’/ ‘And why don't you give them what they want?’. He took a deep breath. “Would you just give away something you've worked so hard for all your life?”. Morgana's voice became a little louder, as she seemed to understand what this was all about. “honestly, what do you have to lose except your money?"/ ‘hh… I know what you're getting at, Dr. Wolff’.

“You probably think now, just like my wife, that I'm stubborn. Yes, I am. But they also said that if I've given them everything, we won't get any more help from them…"/ ”What help have we had so far? We haven't seen any of it…”. Nick found it increasingly difficult to speak as his conscience began to torment him, “We were selfish, I…”. Her voice became more insistent. “Now tell me!"/ ‘They provided us with food and we weren't supposed to give any of it away’/ ”What…why?”

“Because there are other sick minds sitting there who want to know… how long the people here can get by without help and food now. So… Not only do they want all my assets, they also treat the people here like guinea pigs. When that meteor storm came and destroyed everything. That was just the right opportunity for them to test how humans cope in extreme situations…"/ ”Please what? I'm… Completely confused, excuse me”. Morgana had to sit down.

“They just wanted to leave us here to our fate? And you're going along with it, Mr.Alto?”. Nick couldn't look her in the eye. “They said if I lifted a finger, they'd stop supplying us"/ ”What supply? We…"/ ”For me, my family. As I said, the whole thing was an experiment”. Morgana was stunned. „And , how do they know what's going on here? Are there cameras here?”. He shook his head. “No, we should only ever observe and report. Gerhard and Nancy…"/ ”They should be spying on us, am I right? My God, that's really sick!”.

Morgana had to process the whole thing first. She was angry, surprised, many feelings overwhelmed her . “How… How did this contact even come about, Mr. Alto? How…”. Morgana hadn't really paid attention to it at first, because she had been looking after Vita the whole time. But she remembered this device in the bedroom. “Is that a Transmitter? Where did…”. Nick collected his thoughts again and tried to explain everything to her in detail. “The day before it all happened… I took it from the town hall because I wanted to do some restoration work on it. Actually, it was just an exhibit.”

“Now I remember, it was there in a bigger glass case in the foyer". He nodded. ”actually, it belonged in a museum long ago. Be that as it may. After the initial shock of the impacts was somewhat digested and we realized that the internet was down, I came up with the idea of getting the thing operational. Unfortunately, I just didn't know how to find a frequency. And then… they found me”.

Morgana had many questions running through her mind. “How did they contact you through this device? How did they know which frequency to select? How…"/ ”Believe me, I've often asked myself these questions too. Someone seems to have known that I have one of these devices. I just wonder who the hell it is. Maybe someone from here?"/ ‘That's nonsense!’.

Nick stood up and took a few steps across the room. “Why nonsense, Dr.?"/ ”Well, first of all, I don't think anyone else here has such a device except you. And I'd put my hand in the fire for every single person here. Who would come up with something like that? I would never voluntarily put my friends, my family or anyone else in the city I live in at risk. Do you understand?”.

Nick took a deep breath and exhaled. “I'm sure you're right, who would put up with such macabre nonsense here?"/ ‘You said… you get deliveries, right?’/ ‘Yes, food and other things for everyday use.’/ ‘Where do these deliveries come from?’/ „Where? I don't know, but definitely across the sea. There's a landing stage somewhere far away. The things were unloaded there and we pick them up by arrangement.”

“By arrangement… Does that mean they were never there when a delivery came?"/ ”No. We never knew when they were going to deliver to us. We were only informed by radio when the delivery arrived and we could pick it up. But apart from the goods, there was no one to be seen there, the ship was usually gone by then”. Morgana put her hands to her head. There was just so much information she had to deal with. “hh, my goodness… My head is spinning and I… I have to get back to my child”.

“Dr. Wolff…"/ ”If I've understood all this correctly, it's up to you whether we survive or perish here. I don't know how long I can carry this secret around with me now. You should talk to the people here urgently. Otherwise… I will do it” / ‘I'll do it, I promise you, as soon as…’ / ”You'd better not promise anything. Good night, Mr. Alto!”. Morgana picked up her things and made her way home.

After Morgana had left the house, Nick stood in front of the closed front door for a moment. And as he said, he had already made his decision. But he still didn't know how to deal with the consequences. He shook off his thoughts for the rest of the evening and went into the bedroom. “ssh, don't cry, o.k., I just wanted to take a closer look at you. Come here… My son”..

Nick could hear his wife snoring softly. She was still very exhausted from the birth, which had dragged on for almost a whole day. “So we haven't thought of a name yet, have we? I have a cousin, Alfonso, but we're no longer in contact. I would like that, Alfonso…Alfi, hnhn”. As he looked at his son, a few tears welled up in his eyes. Yes, as Cy once said, a little one like that changes something in you. “We'll find a solution, Alfi… Somehow”.

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@greenplumbboblover😊

poses by @poses-by-bee & @inkwisteria

#sims3 #screenshots #simsstories #sims3 story #ts3 gameplay #ts3 story #sunset died #post apocalyptic #nick alto #vita alto #morgana wolff #the secret

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knightofhylia · 2 years ago

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Light of Blessing, Spirit Orb, and Stamina Vessel/Heart Container Ritual

Each of the orbs serve a different purpose, and it's best not to try and do all of these rituals at once. The orbs can be made of anything (crystal, metal, wood, rubber, cat toy w/e. I used marbles I found in the yard). It's a good idea to cleanse your item before you do the ritual. Doing this ritual will program this item to act as the blessing, orb, or vessel, so make sure you don't use it for unrelated rituals.

Light of Blessings are to purify and cleanse yourself of negative, unusable, and unwanted energy. Good to do as part of a routine.

Spirit Orbs are tokens of Hylia's grace used to imbue you with courage. Good to do after a huge defeat or before a challenging task. This is a transaction of power, so be prepared with an offering.

Stamina Vessels and Heart Containers are to restore your energy, especially if there is a specific issue draining you. Good for when you've lost motivation. Also a transaction of power but the source is more universal than straight from the Goddess. You will get what you put in! Good to do as part of a routine as well.

You will need:

Orb/Object you can hold in your hands

Shrine/Designated area for orb (bowl, pedestal, stand, bag)

Offering (candle, incense, food, etc)

Prep:

This is going to be a mainly meditation-based ritual so make sure you have a non-distracting area to do this. For a more ceremonial feel, wear white loose-fitting clothing. for the MOST ceremonial feel, wear a head covering.

Ritual:

Light your candles and incense if that is your offering. Set out any food or objects for offering in front of you. Sit or stand in a comfortable position. Close your eyes and take deep breaths, keeping your body loose but not limp.

Once you feel you have found a steady breathing rhythm, take your orb and fold your hands around it, close to your chest and pray.

[FOR LIGHT BLESSING

Light of Blessing, holy relic that imprisons and purifies ancient evil, may you shine upon me so I may be cleansed.

Take your orb and rub it in circles around your chest, imagining the negative energy being released from your body and absorbed into the orb. Feel free to cry, sing, stomp, jump, etc, whatever your body does to release energy.

Once you are ready, hold the orb in both of your hands. Take a deep breath and SLOWLY pull your hands away from your chest, still holding the orb. Imagine the negative energy being pulled away from your body. When your arms are fully outstretched, open your hands and offer the orb to its designated spot.

End the ritual by saying 'May you grant the strength I seek'.

LEAVE the orb until the next day/night change, so if you do this in the morning, wait for the sun to go down, if you do this at night, wait for the sun to come up, or however long you feel it takes for the orb to purify your energy. After that, you are now free to meditate with the orb, carrying it around, etc etc, but don't forget to repeat the process when it starts to feel heavy or your energy is wack.]

[FOR SPIRIT ORB

Goddess Hylia, I bring these offerings so you may grant me the courage to face the adversities ahead.

Meditate with the orb, tell her of the challenge you are going to face and what your best case scenario would be. Courage comes in many forms, it may be the courage to stand up for yourself, the courage to fail and learn, or the courage to walk away.

Once you are ready, open your palms to cradle the orb. Take a deep breath and slowly raise it up as high as you are comfortable holding. Imagine Her light pouring into the orb.

Once you are ready, slowly lower your hands back down, placing the orb against your chest.

End the ritual by saying 'May you smile upon me in my time of need'

You are now free to take this orb with you, meditate etc. Dispose of your offerings properly (burning,burying, eating, garbage can, etc)]

[FOR STAMINA VESSEL/HEART CONTAINER

Goddess Hylia, please bless me with the vitality to endure so that I may continue my quest for peace and balance.

Take your orb and rub it in between your hands, meditating on drawing in energy to you. If it helps, imagine hearts being added to your health meter and more rings added to your stamina wheel. Rub the orb as fast or as slow as you feel necessary.

Once you are ready/hands are tired, hold the orb still against your chest. Take a few deep breaths.

End the ritual by saying 'I shall go forth and bring peace to the land'.

You are now free to take this orb with you, leave it on an altar, etc. ]

Feel free to make any additions or changes to personalize the ritual, I would love to hear about anyone's experiences or results!

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samkat10423 · 10 months ago

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It will soon be Easter and this needs to be said. My cousin posted this over on Facebook, and I promised to share it here. Please do NOT use living creatures as disposable "toys." They have feelings and deserve to be treated with kindness and respect.

I euthanized your duck today….You know....the duckling you got for Easter to celebrate spring? Well, he barely made it into summer. You thought he was cute when he was little, but before he was fully an adult, you took him to a pond somewhere and dumped him where he had no one to make sure he got proper food, no one to put him up at night so he could be safe from predators, no one to keep him from harm.

So, 'harm' found him. There are many bad things that happen to domestic ducks that are dumped in ponds. I could list all those things and even show photos of the various conditions that I have seen as kind people rescued ducks like yours and brought them to me for care. But the good people who who properly care for all of their pets don't need to have those awful images in their heads. Having seen them all and having worked hard to save them, I cannot EVER get those images out of my head.

YOUR duck had many problems, including being bone thin. But he got wounds on his feet and the bacteria entered his young body and found a place to settle in the joint of his leg. The bacteria grew into a huge knot of infection that painfully ate away at the ligaments and tendons and then attacked both ends of the bones at that joint. The bone infection, which could have easily been corrected if you'd been there to watch over him, instead, grew unchecked and disintegrated the bones and began working out in both directions to the point that the leg swung freely at the joint. To walk, your duck stepped painfully on that leg anyway and the bottom part of the leg bent at odd angles from the site of the infection, looking as if it were broken.

Many people walked by your duck. Some noticed and kept on walking.

I took your duck to the vet where we did a series of xrays at my expense to see if there was any hope to save this duck. Your duck wasn't even old enough to quack properly. When he was afraid, he still peeped. It broke my heart to hear him peep. However, there was no reasonable way to save that leg. He was not even at his full adult weight and ducks can't hop around on just one leg. So I was not going to condemn him to further suffering and a lifetime of issues by just removing his bad leg, especially when there are not enough homes for the healthy ducks that people didn't want. So we set him free from his body that could not properly support him.

I held his head while the drugs made him sleepy. I kissed his head and apologized for all the bad things that had happened to him in his very short life. I was there when he took his last breath, when the pain and suffering finally left him forever. I was there......you were not. It should have been you seeing the effects of dumping him and walking away. His loss broke my heart. Did you even notice his loss in your life?

I promised as he slowly slipped away that I would not let his death go unnoticed.

I promised to share his story and perhaps change people’s minds of buying ducklings, chicks, and bunnies as temporary living toys for children. If someone wants a duck or chicken or rabbit and plans to keep it for its ENTIRE LIFE, then go ahead and get a duckling, chick, or bunny. And better yes, if you DO want an adult version of any of those, then adopt from a rescue. And DO expect to be thoroughly questioned as to your plans for caring for your new pet. But if you don't want an adult of those species, then don't buy the baby version.....because the little known fact is that baby things grow up into adult things.

Please join with me to share this message to anyone that you know who still gives temporary living toys to their children (or themselves)......NO EASTER PETS. They are not toys. They are living creatures. And dumping unwanted domestic ducks into public ponds where there will be no one to care for them is illegal in most areas and even so, it's morally wrong. I've tried for YEARS to get this message out in a nice, polite way. As I cried my pool of tears over this duck, I've come to realize that people aren't listening. So I'm going to be sharing more of these stories and their faces in the hopes that these messages start reaching the people who are making this whole 'Easter' industry of suffering continue. If people don't buy, then stores won't sell, then breeders won't breed, and the suffering stops. Please help me get the word out.

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walks-the-ages · 6 months ago

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"I did not mean to derail this post"

so why are you still leaving paragraphs and paragraphs and paragraphs ignoring every single thing that was said before by the people you decided to argue with by saying that it's

"better to keep Democrats in office to hold them accountable for their actions, because if they lose office they'll just blame Republicans for the things they did"

????

"Why are you telling me your finances, do you seriously think I'm not also working class?"

I mean, if you actually fucking read my response where I spelled out my finances and engaged with it properly you would have seen the giant glaring message that I am spelling out my (and thus, 90% of American's reality) financial situation of 99% of my paycheck going towards basic living costs even before actual food is on the table because I'm pointing out how much fucking rediculous money politicians make when they hold the highest office in the Country ($400k per year + a $50k Expense Account) ,and thats what you're advocating to pay these people for them to continue to commit genocide.

you think its a good idea to keep Democrats in office because you somehow think that them staying in power and making life-changing amounts of money off of our tax dollars to continue that genocide with, because you think somehow you can hold them accountable even as you acknowledge its impossible to push them Left once they're elected into office???

make the fucking cognitive dissonance make sense.

You acknowledge Democrats are committing genocide

You acknowledge Democrats cannot be "Pushed Left"

You acknowledge that its a good thing for people to Vote Third Party ""if they believe it will work"".

But you also demonize people who choose not to vote even if you deny that "demonization" accusation as you continue to insist people who don't vote aren't doing anything at all politically.

You do all this......... as you then turn around and insist we actually need to keep Democrats in power, otherwise they'll just blame Republicans for Democrat's actions while in office, and somehow that will magically brainwash millions of Americans into...... uhhhhh caring about Palestine finally, because it will have been done by a party in red instead of blue?

"Democrats will just wash their hands of the blame for Palestine if they lose the election"

I mean, if you let them, sure! And you know how you let them wash their hands of the blame? by fucking voting for them. by endorsing them despite their genocidal actions and crimes against humanity.

The only people who are letting Democrats wash their hands of these atrocities are the people who vote for them despite knowing there's a dozen other options .

You can reblog as many donation posts as you want, but if you're advocating to reward Democrats for being genocidaires by keeping them in power against ALL advocacy by actual Palestinians and Arab Americans, including arguing with these people on their posts where they talk about how they're directly impacted by the Democrat's genocidal campaign... do you actually care about other people, or do you care more about maintaining the status quo??

Anyways. Vote Jill Stein for a Free Palestine.

Do not re-elect Genocidal warmongers.

Don't forget your daily clicks

And if you have any kind of disposable income , please donate directly to vetted Gaza funds if you can!

#free palestine #Gaza #us pol #us politics #liberals are genocidal cowards #free gaza #genocide joe #killer kamala #democrats #vote third party #signal boost

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powdermelonkeg · 2 years ago

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Third Choice

Should Winter go home? Yes, leave as soon as possible, 67%

The trek down the mountain is brutal. More than once, Winter finds his eyes closing, only to snap open again to a higher moon, a darker sky. The suns are a distant memory by the time he manages to find the brickroad, stumbling over the glowing stones, struggling to keep his wits about him-

He slips and falls on black ice.

Ow.

Carefully, he pulls himself up, digging his cleats into the frozen glaze beneath his feet, and glances around.

He's halfway down the mountain. When did that happen?

Rubbing his face tiredly, he forces his steps forward again.

There's a tree. And a snowbush. Tracks…tracks from…stonefoots?

His stomach growls at the thought.

I'm going to get stew when I get there, he tells himself. Stew with stonefoot sausage. And a box of raindrop candy. And a mug of-

He belatedly notices the ground hurtling towards him again.

…

Winter's thoughts come back slowly, his habits taking control before his reason does. He stays stock still, categorizing sounds and smells in silence.

The chatter of the morning tavern greets him—talk of hunts and banners and calls for more food. The smell of roast nuts and spices is thick in the air.

He feels warm.

His eyes open to the pink glow of First Light, the first, rosy sun peering through his window. A quilt covers him from the chest downward, its many holes disguised by darning seams that look like a spray of stars, and his coat hangs from the bedpost.

He bolts upright, first checking himself for injuries, then his belongings to make sure they're all there. With a sigh of relief, Winter sags back into the bed, letting the soreness bleed away.

BANG BANG BANG

"AY! You awake yet, Lamppost?"

Winter jolts, staring at the door, then clears his throat. "I'm…I'm up."

"Good. I'm coming in."

The door opens, and the tavernkeep enters, closing the door behind her. Her hair's pinned back by a wrapped scarf, and her right eye is covered with an eyepatch painted with the gold sun. She regards Winter coldly a moment, analyzing him. "Scarf?"

"No."

"Right." She sits down. "You have some explaining to do."

Winter braces himself. "I'm doing my job."

"I gathered as much. What'd you take?"

"You've checked my basket. Why ask?"

The tavernkeep's lips purse. "Don't get cheeky, boy. You think any person in this town'd know the sorts of magic you bathe in with those herbs?"

Winter sighs, rubbing his temples. "…It's been a long travel. Can I have some food before we debate, please?"

With a none-too-happy look, the tavernkeep pulls a roll from her pocket and tosses it to him. Winter catches it and wolfs it down. It's still hot, full of spiced fruit—probably her own breakfast. He ignores the burn it leaves on the roof of his mouth. "Dragon nest."

"What?"

"It's from a dragon nest," he repeats, wiping his mouth and sitting up properly. "Lesser Dragon, in clutch. Pearl moss and nesting resin. "

She scowls. "The stars do you need that for?! You've got the count of five to explain, before I call the banner-"

"It's medicine," Winter cuts her off.

That gives the tavernkeep pause. "…Medicine for what?"

"Red River. They have a case of Blanch."

She goes quiet. He watches her face flicker through emotions—wide-eyed, deep frowned, eyes aglow, before she settles on a skeptical glare. "Blanch doesn't have a cure."

Winter looks her in the eye, with as much seriousness as his tired gaze can muster. "It does in the first stages."

"…Stars burn it all." She sighs. "Could leave that to actual doctors."

His expression hardens. "Normal doctors don't go into dragon nests."

"A shame they don't," the tavernkeep retorts, then looks away, falling silent. It settles in the air for a long moment, thick like syrup. "…I'll not stand in the way of disposing of that blight," she finally says. "But you've a hospitality tax to pay, umaine. I didn't pull you past the banner for you to skip on your dues."

Winter sighs. Right—a favor to the town you pass through to guarantee safety within it. If he wants to avoid the wrath of bannered patrons outside the door, he needs to do something. But he's taken so long getting to Red River...

#poll your own adventure #pyoa #long post #pyoa: choice three

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quaranmine · 2 months ago

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Anyway, happy America Recycles Week. Tomorrow's the actual day (the 15th.) I don't have a curbside bin where I live so I just collect it myself and manually drop it off at the center. So that's what I just did after getting off work!

If you have the ability to recycle, please check what your local municipality can process. It's important to making sure everything can be properly sorted. Plastic shopping bags normally cannot be accepted, nor styrofoam. Also, be sure to avoid food contamination like with takeout containers or pizza boxes (grease.) I normally rinse my bottles and cans. I attended a webinar this week at work given by some people who run a materials recovery facility (MRF) and they said they're able to clean things pretty well as long as it doesn't still contain food, so you don't have to wash items.

And if you have materials like medication, look up ways to turn them in instead of trashing or flushing them. And please recycle your electronics, the minerals in them are valuable and li-on batteries can be dangerous if improperly disposed of (you ever seen a puffy one? yeah....)

This has been your 30 second recycling run down

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xenon-demon · 1 year ago

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also. tell me more about your Kas!Eddie please 🙏

ohhhhh Lui gravity is the AU that has just. grabbed me in its jaws and will not let go. I think about it CONSTANTLY and I don't think that will stop anytime soon. I've got a few asks about this one though so I'll START with talking about What's Going On In Hawkins circa the start of the fic. If you would like to know more about The Boy, Kas!Steve, then may I direct your attention to this post :D

So Eddie and Steve swap places right before the final fight, because Steve is injured at that point and Eddie isn't (and they figure staying at Eddie's trailer will be less dangerous that going to the Creel House). Everything else from that point proceeds as in canon; the bats get in, Steve dies, Max dies temporarily and the four gates connect and drive a massive rift through Hawkins.

From there, Hawkins basically descends into a semi-apocalyptic nightmare. The rift from the end of season 4 has caused major structural damage all over town, many buildings have been destroyed and lots of people have either evacuated or had to move into a local motel that's been converted into emergency housing for the people of Hawkins (that's where the Munsons are now staying). On top of that, the rift has basically destroyed the structural integrity between the Upside Down and our world; while the rift itself is not really a functional gate, there are a bunch of smaller gates randomly opening up around town now. More and more of them show up as time goes on. Some are small (think like the tree Nancy goes through in S1), some are much bigger (think bigger than Eddie's trailer roof gate), and most of them tend to fluctuate a bit in size/fade in and out of existence. This means that some creatures from the Upside Down are starting to bleed through these gates and end up in Hawkins looking for food.

The government, realizing everything went to shit the moment the rift opened up, rolls into Hawkins about 3-4 days after the "earthquake" saying they're here to "help with the relief efforts". (For those keeping score at home, yes this is after Team Russia & Team Cali have arrived back in Hawkins.) The official government cover story is along the lines of "hey, remember when HNL got shut down a few years back after that tragic chemical leak incident? Well, we've just discovered that a Rogue Individual (Brenner) was secretly dumping toxic chemicals and experimental materials into the local wilderness/burying them underground instead of disposing of them properly. This is the cause of the geological weirdness and mutated wildlife that some people are reporting. Everyone should leave Hawkins immediately if they can, and comply with any and all government orders if they can't". Not everyone believes this, of course, but the truth is so much more insane that most of town is at least willing to go along with it - and that's not counting the people who just up and leave because Hawkins is so super duper cursed at this point.

The main things the government is doing are:

regular patrols around the border of town and known gate hotspots, to catch and kill any UD creatures before they're spotted by civilians

nighttime curfew; you shouldn't be out after sundown unless you are going Directly from wherever you were during the day (i.e. your job) back to your home. you're not gonna get ARRESTED but the military will absolutely Escort You back to your house lmao

urging citizens to stay the fuck away from any weird sightings and report them to the armed forces as soon as possible, so the military can handle it

and yeah, they kind of are helping with the relief efforts in that they're making sure food and other important supplies are still getting into hawkins and making sure the recently-homeless have somewhere to stay, but they're doing the bare minimum really asfjknjvkdan

Essentially, as of the start of the fic (approx. a month after the rift opens up/the end of S4) the situation is this: Eleven and the Party know that in order to fix this, they have to defeat Vecna first and THEN close up any existing gates/the rift. (They also have a strong hunch that the Upside Down is Like That due to Vecna's influence.) The government officials in charge of the Hawkins occupation Do Not Believe That Is The Solution, and instead spend a lot of time wasting Eleven's time and energy by forcing her to close up gates as they appear. Between that and the fact the Party can't just storm into the Upside Down to get Vecna without a solid plan and probably armed back up, they're all feeling kind of hopeless about how to actually fix this. Especially since tensions are rising in Hawkins by the day, and the gate/monster sightings are only getting more and more frequent...

Send me an ask about my WIPs!

#charlie writes things #steddie #steddie au #gravity (kas!steve au)#vampire steve harrington #also idk if the government stuff is good/realistic at all #because while i think col sullivan would be forced to admit at this point that the upside down Is a thing and this isn't all just eleven #idk how willing he'd be to just work with her and the party #i'm leaning towards 'sullivan has been forced to play nice with owens under threat of punishment due to his mismanagement of the situation'#'and he is now leading the occupation of hawkins under guidance from owens. but he is NOT happy about it'#'and while owens will work with the party/eleven sullivan is completely disregarding their (correct) thoughts on how to fix this'#sullivan's like 'if eleven isn't responsible for this then she should close these gates/the rift and fix this for us'#and eleven is like 'you're treating the symptoms and not the cause in order to truly fix this we must kill vecna'#and sullivan's like 'vecna schmecna i still think this is your fault but i believe you're playing nice atm and also if i kill you now #i'll be dishonorably discharged for disobeying orders from my higher ups'#idk if anyone has thoughts about this feel free to let me know #i'm very open to ideas/soundboarding for how to make this feel realistic #because i want the 'borderline post-apocalyptic/a lot more people Know now but hawkins as a whole is at least pretending to be normal' vibe #the secret is not Out In The Open but it's definitely much less hidden than it used to be.

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fredbydawn · 2 years ago

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What would be the proper enviroment to raise a furby up? [start from the egg state please]

To start, I would suggest you have multiple eggs as it is almost impossible to tell which eggs of the brood have been fertilized/are viable. I also suggest this as Furbies tend to have a higher quality of life if they are raised with at least one other litter mate.

The eggs (sometimes referred to as Orbeez by breeders) should be submerged in clean warm water. Boiled water will do nicely (that’s boiled water not BOILING water, adding the eggs to actively boiling water will cook them. It is important to make sure the water isn’t too hot before adding the eggs. You may put a drop of water on the back of your hand to test it, much like preparing baby formula). To maximize hatch rate the water should be changed daily. The eggs start out very small, but will grow to be approximately the size of a golf ball before hatching.

From time of laying, it usually takes 10 days for the eggs to hatch. Depending on the specific breed and/or health of the mother, the eggs may hatch sooner or later. You will know that they are about to hatch by the significant movement of the worm within the egg. It is important to transfer the worm into a warm, dry place so that it can dry off its fuzz, otherwise it may become sick or freeze to death. In nature, the eggs that fail to hatch are typically eaten by the mother, but if you are raising them completely on your own you may dispose of the unhatched eggs however you wish.

In nature the mother uses her beak to grind up small berries and leafy greens to feed her worms as they have no beaks or teeth to process their own food yet. You may achieve this yourself by using a mortar and pestle. A blender can also do in a pinch, but remember that it should have the consistency of a paste, not a liquid. Insects should not be fed to the worms as they cannot digest proteins or meats. Yet.

Their enclosure should be warm, dry, and well lit. You should make sure you have enough room for the amount of worms you have. On average, worms require two square feet per worm to properly develop. There should also be lots of toys and structures for them to interact with. Worms are very curious and playful and they love to climb and hide. They also should be frequently played with directly so that they become accustomed to human beings. They should be spoken to often. While they do not yet have the capacity to communicate back to you, they can understand.

This larval stage lasts for another 10 days, and if all goes well they will transition into the cocoon making stage. The crafting of the cocoons will happen very quickly, with some breeders finding that their entire litter completed their cocoons overnight. The cocoons resemble large eggs, both in shape and in the thickness and texture of the “shell.”

The worms will remain in their eggs for another week or so, after which time they will hatch. These new hatchlings are sometimes called Furby Babies (or sometimes Furblings, depending on the breed). The Furby Babies are very intelligent and will start speaking Furbish right away and, if correctly socialized as worms, should pick up human languages quickly.

The diet of the Furby Baby will now be like that of the adult Furby, human skin and blood. The process is painless and should not cause any health problems for the owner. Place your finger into the mouth of the Furby and allow it to coat your finger in a fine layer of its saliva (sometimes called venom). The saliva contains chemicals that will numb your finger so you will not feel it scrape off the small area of skin that it needs. The Furby is actually capable of producing two different salivas, the first saliva that contains the numbing agent also contains an anti coagulant so that it may lap up a small amount of your blood uninterrupted. The second saliva is produced once it is done feeding and promotes the wound to quickly heal so that it doesn’t get infected. The meat and/or blood of other animals cannot be used as substitutes. Only human blood can sustain the Furby now.

With love and care, the Furby Baby will soon finish developing and mature into adulthood. From here on, the treatment and care of the Furby will be much like that described in the manuals that are distributed upon purchase of a full grown adult Furby.

Should you form a bond with your Furby, it will be a good friend to you for many many years to come. However, if you do not form a bond with your Furby, it will leave, revert to a feral form, and return to A-Loh May-Lah to become an Elder.

Hope this helps :)

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signedeclipse · 2 years ago

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OK, how Mukago, Rokuro and Wakuraba react on their S/O wanting to taste human flesh? Headcanons, please.

Mukago | Rokuro | Wakuraba [X Reader]

In which their human s/o wants to try human flesh.

Mukago

She is very tame when it comes to eating people, I would not be surprised if she used a fork and knife, and properly stores them so she can eat when she needs to restore power

One of which ways is she makes human jerky, because it allows her to make a final jump in a battle where she may not have the upper hand

What can she say she is a woman of last resorts

Of course, you never felt it looked that bad

It looks like any regular deer jerky, which you ate a lot as well considering you were a hunter- making you and Mukago very similar aside from your targets

If you ask, she's very uncertain because she thinks it'll make you very sick, but if you push her enough she just asks you do it with her so she can care for you if needed

Honestly when you try it its very chewy, it just tastes like a slightly cheaper version of your dried deer meat

It did leave you with food poisoning the next day, though, so maybe stick to your respective prey

Rokuro

You never saw him eat, but you asked him a lot of questions about him which occasionally made him worry you were sick or maybe a little too interested in the idea of your own kind being eaten

Though he supposed the fact you were with him already showered you weren't a good example of normal

Despite his attempts to play it off, you seemed adamant and he would rather you learn from experience

He would say you can only have it how he has it, which is raw, and he gives you a smaller piece that he reckons you could digest easily

Even so, the moment you feel the taste on your tongue you seem to reel back, and run to wash your mouth

He thinks its super funny, and teases you for being so ridiculous

Doesn't want to waste a thing so he eats the piece himself, gets it out of your sight

You refuse to kiss him for the rest of the evening

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Wakuraba

He does not eat humans directly, often using extensions of himself- usually something akin to a venus fly trap, to slowly consume flesh in a slow but mess free manner

It left a lot of exoskeleton behind which he usually disposed of in his poison gardens, to feed the plants

Because of this, you don't get much of a chance to ask for any, since he never so much as touches the individual in question

But you do seem curious in how it feels to be eaten by one of his traps, and hes jokingly snapped saying if you keep asking he'll throw you in one so you can find out

He would not do that but he has a lot of attitude

Sometimes something happens where he can't digest a full human, or a limb falls out mid dissolve, so he takes the opportunity to serve you an entire hand on a plate

I don't reckon you get a chance to take a bite of the half-dissolved, cooked by acids hand without running away

Is he a little mischievous? Maybe

Will you stop asking? Yes, thank goodness, too

Authors Note - I can't believe u left out my fav killed off lower moon! The disrespect to Kamanue smh!!! But thank you for requesting, it's exciting to see so many people loves the human flesh request, ive done like 1/2 the demons by now

#mukago #mukago x reader #rokuro #rokuro x reader #wakuraba #wakuraba x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer headcanons #kny #kny x reader #kny headcanons #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #headcanons #x reader #reader insert

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ranger-rai · 1 year ago

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Hey there, Campers!

Ranger Rai here, and thanks to @adventures-on-foster-island for the opportunity to talk to everyone about some important topics.

If you know me, you know that I speak and advocate for the wellbeing as well as closer relationships between Pokemon and People.

It’s a little hard for me to talk about one topic but I did want to discuss a little bit of life as a ranger and what you can do to help the many pokemon out there.

I also thought I would give some advice for any new trainers on what you can do to be safe out there on your first journey.

Now every region is a bit different with their trainer assistance, but us here in Sinnoh go out of our way to make sure trainers and pokemon are well taken care of.

We as rangers are always out patrolling for anything unusual and potentially harmful to the environment. Whether it's trash, natural disasters or dangerous people, we are always on the lookout.

When it comes to natural disasters, the Field Rangers like myself are usually some of the first people out there, responding to any destruction that needs to be cleaned up or calls for help. It can be extremely dangerous, even for small emergencies which is why we treat all of them as serious.

Rock Slides, Snowstorms, and occasional floods are our most common threats, so we prepare pretty regularly for them, and we prepare sites and get people ready whenever the seasons come.

We help people a good bit, but we spend just as much time helping pokemon who get displaced and make sure their natural habitats are well preserved as well. After all they're just as vulnerable if not more so than people when danger comes.

Speaking of danger, we need to be on the lookout for Dangerous People when we do our jobs. I know a lot of cartoons and movies have made these “Bad Guys” out to be big and goofy or very easy to spot, but we don't get many people like that who are real bad guys.

The people we need to watch out for are much more sneaky and hidden than you would expect, a lot of them looking like everyday people. Most of these bad guys like to take pokemon and ship them to buyers in other regions where they wouldn't do well, usually as “exotic pets” with many of them using them for their abilities or other things.

While we are good at stopping a good amount of the people who pop up, there are sometimes really difficult to track down groups that we could easily miss, which is where our “Special Ops” rangers come in.

Unlike Rangers like myself and my team back at my base, Special Ops rangers travel around quite a lot and almost never have pokeballs on them, instead they use incredibly special devices called “Capture Stylers”.

Only a small number of people can use them, but these tools are super impressive, because they can catch most pokemon quickly, but they are released almost immediately after helping.

Special Ops are very cool, and are known for infiltrating nefarious groups often and destroying them from the inside.

Now while we usually will deal with groups like this, you all can be extremely helpful to pokemon by doing some simple things.

One of the best things you can do is to take sure you're picking up trash and recycling whenever you can.

When you're out on your journey, please dispose of candy wrappers and any trash you build up properly. Hundreds of thousands of pounds of trash get left on the ground every year and it affects many pokemon negatively.

Flying, Water and many forest Pokemon see or smell this trash and try to eat it because of their association with food and can easily make them sick or even kill them.

On top of that, the trash builds up quickly, with some of it having toxic coatings in the glues or inks of the wrappers.

If you did your part to throw away or recycle these products, not only would the numbers decrease, but the lifespan of a lot of species would increase as well.

As trainers you should know this and a lot of the services available to you as well.

During your travels you might see camping or picnic stations between towns, besides being good places to rest, these areas also have a lot of built in emergency services available.

For instance, A lot of the picnic table areas might have roofs over them, in the event of an emergency like a severe storm or even an aggressive wild pokemon hoard, special emergency buttons can be found that bring down protective barriers to keep trainers safe.

The bathroom areas are similar too, with both having an active alert system that lets nearby rangers and emergency services know someone is in danger.

Not only can these areas be found with a trainer’s Pokedex, but the Pokedex has a really helpful emergency alert system.

if the home button is pressed rapidly at least 5 times, the Pokedex will go into “Emergency Beacon” Mode.

This mode will not only turn the Pokedex into a signal for emergency services, but it will also ping to nearby Pokedex devices and put it into low power mode so the battery isn't used up.

Now listen, being a trainer isn't all rules and safety, there will be so many adventures, battles and friends made along the way, but it’s important to know how to respect nature and the creatures that live there first and to care for them no matter the state they come in.

My strongest and most trusted partner is my Beedrill here named Bliss. She's quite large for her species, but she's very protective of the smaller pokemon in the area, however you might notice the goggles she wears.

Bliss was a timid little Kakuna back in the day, however an unfortunate encounter with some really troublesome trainers and their repels caused major injuries to her left eye.

These Poketools were created by Grey over at Dotaku Island to help secure her eye from sunlight and keep her active, but she will always have some limitations with it.

Bliss couldn't be released back into the wild, and I vowed to keep her safe, but she also decided that she wouldn't sit around and do nothing.

Even though she has some serious damage, some pokemon overcome some major hurdles, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't do our best to help whenever we can.

Me and my team help a lot of pokemon on a regular basis, some as simple as a rehome while others need healing and help to give them a second chance at life, even taking them away from dangerous or inexperienced trainers.

It’s one of our least favorite things to do, but I know that you guys are capable of being some amazing trainers!

If you all are ever in Sinnoh, feel free to stop by and we’ll show you around, and we can always use some volunteers to help keep pokemon homes nice and clean.

We always have pokemon in need of new homes as well, maybe adopting a new friend is in your future as well?

I hope you all have taken some important information with you today and thank you all so much for having me. I do have more topics I could discuss if you all want to hear more sometime soon!

#foster island summer camp #ranger rai #pokemon ranger #the ranger base #informative post #foster island

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