#sigh tanc

[gushalperswife]

Hoi-hoi! I recently got a new hyperfix on Hobie Brown and wanted to ask you if you could write me something with reader who is really similar to Hobie(same beliefs, piercings and makes most of their clothes/things themself)? And then they meet through kids(Pav, Gwen, Miles?) and mb add smut with Hobie if you're ok with it (if not I'll appreciate something romantic 👉👈)

Please and thank you, love your works <3

A/N: SAY LESSSS

Paring: Hobie brown x Punk!spiderperson!Reader

Warning:

Genre: fluff

" You have to meet them! They are just like you " Pav yelled at hobie, hands on his shoulders, " Only difference is that they play the drums and they have 3 nose peirceings " pav said putting his hands on his sides. " Listen pav, ive never met a single bloke like me. Its just not possible " hobie said witha sniker and he put his hands in his pockets. Pav sighed dramatically and followed him

Pav saw you and grabbed hobie and immediately dragged him to you. " You. I have soneone thats just like you but diffrent in a way " pav said as hobie stood up as straight ad he normally does and looked you up and down. " hey " he said. You looked at him and smirked " hey " they said softly and nodded.

Hobie started to walk away but pav grabbed his shirt and pulled him back " Talk! Go become freinds! " pav said. You and hobie walked away and talked. " So are you in a band? " he asked you. " mhm. You? " you responded. He nodded. " what instrument " you ask. " electric guitar, you? " He asked. " drums " you said. Yall find a bench and sit down.

You look elsewhere but hobies eyes are on you. You were like the mona lisa in his eyes. You were stunning. (to him) most people found you scary in your universe but here? Hell no. How would he find you scary if your the most Gorgeous person he has ever seen in his lifetime. In his 19 years old liveing he had never seen anyone that was like him, like you. He didnt notice you were stareing at him untill you spoke, " Put your eyes back in their sockets " you smirk with a slight laugh. Hr snapps out his tance and lets out a soft laugh " Sorry mate " he said, " Its good dont worry about it " you smile.

Your smile. Oh my goddess its like he fell in love, head over combat boots even. He loved it so much. It just suit you so well. " You have a nice smile " he said and you blushed slightly " and you have a nice face " you said with a giggle. " Really? You like my face " he said with a soft laugh " yes i do. " you smile and boop his nose. You get up and stretch " I love talking to you but gotta go, Dorito man said i have to go his little room thing " you said. You then wrote down on a peice of paper and gace it to him. " Bye! " you smile and leave

He reads the paper

This is my number, cal me! ***-***-***

He puts the paper in his pocket and thinks that today might have been an okay day

[toomagazineperfection]

A move about that takes perspectives to school. My lint makes me not want her. Amy loves voyages and her sight eckles.

Moving short-thesis essay poems. A write-essay deep. A kahavath. A mine. A mingle. A might. A write. A wrone. A writh. A sight to tell. An actress telling us way. A might-heaven. An incessant worry. An ice-cream. A leroché. A mistakenly-girl of her saint. A saint-which knew daint.

A more. A wrighth. A write. A worry. A worry leave. A suspend. A might. A circumstance or girl. Who wins. Who writes. Who eckles. Who edges. Who seeps. Who inkles. A wrote.

A seeker. A sonnet. A hearing.A sight-to share. A musing. A muse-herbal. A lie-tonic. A loon-height.

Sigh suddle.A might muddle. A noor-paise.

A sinc tanc huddle. A sonnet three in asterisk. A lie in share device. A poetry device. A genre. A hearing so thane. A theep.A dweep. A donning. A dine. A horticulture girl. A thesis product.

A colour-coded architecture student.

A lie-hopping colour-ink.

A said-simpleton toop.

A tight-edge E.C.G.

A girl hone.

A night-telling.

Parah poems debut in her eckle. A pending hopper. A night-soch. A Bazaar. She sight. She slight. She essay. She noon. She scotch.

Sunidhi

[diligence110]

This is a One shot on Sayo Hikawa and Hina Hikawa from my all time favourite anime Bang Dream!

Sayo returns home after a tiring day in the student council. As she was halfway home, it suddenly started to rain heavily. Sayo immediately regretted not bringing an umbrella in the morning.

-Earlier this morning-

"Oni-Channn!" cried Hina as she saw Sayo leaving for school. She ran to the front door to pass an umbrella to her beloved sister, saying, "The news said it will rain today, so please keep an umbrella on you, Oni-chan!"

Sayo, frustrated with Hina since their argument about love the previous night, responded harshly, "I don't need it! Leave me alone! I wish you weren't a part of my life!"

Hina, hurt by Sayo's words, dropped the umbrella, tears filling her eyes. "Oni-chan... I... *sobs* love you..."

"Shut up, you little brat!" yelled Sayo as she walked out, slamming the front door in Hina's face.

-Fast forward to the present-

Sayo has been feeling guilty the whole day in the student council, to the extent of not being able to get her reports done. "Hghhhg," sighed Sayo. "I should not have done that," she thought to herself.

Sayo recognizes that Hina loves her, but all she ever received from this was annoyance and feelings of inferiority. The frustrations of wanting to apologize and wanting to hold fast to one's pride and ego is crippling. Sayo is grappling with the weight of her harsh words.

Sayo has been jealous of Hina for years, ever since her parents started praising her more than Sayo. Hina was naturally talented and didn't need to strive, whereas Sayo never had it easy, striving her whole life to surpass Hina and not feel inferior. "I want to die," Sayo whispered.

-Time Skip to when Sayo returns home-

Sayo opens the house door, muttering, "I'm home." It took a minute, but something was off. Hina... she would usually rush downstairs with questions, but today there was no sign of her. Sayo felt relieved for once in her life, not having to deal with her sister. Proceeding upstairs for a bath and guitar practice, she noticed Hina's room door completely shut, a rare occurrence. Her room was always left ajar. Intrigued and not hearing a sound, Sayo, burdened with the weight of apology in her heart, decided to knock on Hina's door. As sayo reached to open the door and enter she heard whimpers of "Help... help..." Sayo busted open Hina's door at once only to find her suspended in the middle of her room Infront of her bed. As Sayo shifted her gaze upwards she notices a rope attached to the fan and she soon realises what was happening. "Hina!!! Hina!!"Screamed Sayo in horror. "You dont need me anymore... oni - chan. I'm sorry for the trouble my exis xis-tance has Caused..." Hina then takes her final breathe. "Oni-Chan. *Voice dies out*. I... Lo-ve~ you..." "Hina! no!... I... Still" Sayo whispers as she runs to hug Hina in in attempt to lift her body weight off to stop the choking but it was too late.

*Hina dies*

Sayo remained quiet in shock and horror her hand's covering her mouth. She hurries to bring down the body and places Hina in her lap. Sayo was crying at this point not Some thing which she has done since she was a Child. As She adjusts Hina to check for a pulse she notices writtings in her palm. The writings In the palm of Hina's hand reads: "Onii-Chan... I'm Sorry for all the pain I caused. I hate myself so much, I didn't know how much you had to strive because of me. I Love you not because of your music or guitar, I love you because your my Oni-chan!... Please don't feel sad when I'm gone. Live the rests of your days ahead of you in the most boppin'! way you can! Just knowing that you are happy makes me happy. Bye bye Oni-chann..."

Sayo after reading what Hina wrote was devastated and started crying into Hina's head whilst holding her gently in her lap. "Hina!... Don't go! I'm sorry for what I said! I never hated you! This is all my fucking fault!!!" Sayo cries in pain. Sayo kept on crying whilst holding her late sister in her embrace. Suddenly, an overwhelming feeling of guilt came upon Sayo as she realises that she didn't get to resolve their prior argument and apologise properly. Anger and frustration not towards Hina but towards herself drove her to whack her own head against the walll. She kept on hitting her head against the wall till it was bloody red. Blood and tears fell from Sayo's face. Hina was Sayo's number one motivation and now that she is gone there is nothing left. Sayo never said it but Hina was the most important person in her life.

-Fast forward to after Hina's body was taken away by the ambulance, and Sayo is left alone in the kitchen-

The pain was too much an Sayo's leg gave way as she was in the kitchen drinking a glass of water. She fell to the floor along with the glass that shattered all over the kitchen. Sayo, remained lying on the floor hopelessly. She was lost. Few minutes passed and Sayo lifted her gaze to their apartment window. She saw how freely the birds flew pass without a care in the world, "hah, how nice it must be" she muttered. Sayo, then stood up still trembling from the pain she inflicted upon herself physically and emotionally. She opened their apartment window and without hesitation placed one leg out unto the ledge. "Hina can I come with you?" Sayo was losing all rationality and the voices in her head began to take preeminence. "Oni-Chan!!! Where are you!" said one of the voices in Sayo's head. "Hina!? HINA!!! I'M COMING!" Sayo was elated with joy they she unintentionally jerked her feet which was on the ledge leading her to lose her balanced and as her feet slipped there on Sayo's face was a big a joyful smile. "ah, this is it." Said sayo as the view of inside her apartment suddenly shifted to the view of the clouds as she falls. "Hina. Please wait for me I promise we will be together side by side," Sayo mutter's her last words as she heard a loud crack sound and her vision turns black.

[xxeyelessxx]

[yuhbelkii]

[jwnchstr]

The German Boy | s.v05

summary: you are a traveler. lost in german. sebastian vettel helps you find your way back.

characters: sebastian vettel, you/reader

warning: broken german deutsch because i just started learning the language. and call me stupid, but i did refer google lol

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   half an hour ago, you were with a group of your friends as you promised to discover germany together with them. they came from different countries and, not that you can’t work alone, but sometimes you really can use some friends especially in a counry where english is not their native language.

     you were walking together with them, en route to berlin’s brandenberg gate. emily, tsuki and sarah are laughing together (talking about someone’s ugly fashion, if you’re not mistaken) when your eyes caught a huge grafitti poster on the wall. the infamous german F1 drivers: michael schumacher, nico hulkenberg, nico rosberg and sebastian vettel himself. all are proudly representing deutschland.

     when you finally snapped out of your tance, got back to reality, you realised that you’ve lost your friends. emily, tsuki and sarah are nowhere near. like a mad human, you looked around in circle and started to panic.

     this is not your first time traveling by yourself. yes, that’s right, but with barely knowing german deutsch and barely understood their language, it can still cause you hypervelenting.

     you took your time collecting yourself at the sidewalk as people pass by without taking a second glance at you. the locals are busy with their phone. other tourists are busy reading the maps. kids are busy with their ice-cream while joking around with their siblings. when you’ve calmed down, you started to rummage your bag to find your own copy of map and german deutsch dictionary.

     thing is, three weeks before your flight to germany, you took an initiative to learn the language via an app. you know it’s still a futile effort, but the app still taught you just as many simple sentences as you’d want. but you’re talking about being panic in a foreign country, right now and you realise what you learnt was useless. clueless when reading the map, you finally decided to ask around.

     you looked up from your map. you saw a man in his early 30s, talking to his friends in his mother tongue. instinct told you that he doesn’t know how to speak english, or at least a broken one. but you still approached him for help, anyway.

     “entsch-- entschuldigung!” you spoke in a weird accent. you were not sure if your pronunciation was right, but at least, that’s how you were taught in the app.

     the man -- who turned out to be cute though with his messy, blonde hair -- and his friends turned to you. an obvious confusion plastered on their forehead. probably wondering who is this trying-so-hard woman speaking in weird german deutsch. they didn’t respond. they were staring at you. you were not sure either they’d like to help you or not, but you continued.

     “um-- um-- spreichen... sie englisch? englisch? ja? nein?” you asked if they know english or not. you were desperate for help that you didn’t care if they were going to kidnap you or help you or laugh at you.

     “oh, man. this is fucking hard,” you muttered to yourself, looking everywhere,  but the man and his friend. they still got their eyes on you, judging you as a visitor and a burden to people. “please, god let them know english. englisch? spreichen sie eng--”

     the man started laughing out of the blue, causing your face to get hot. “yes. i know plenty of english and speak pretty well, too.” he smiled at you when you sighed.

     “oh, thank god!”

     “let me guess: you’re lost?” he politely asked. a small, but sweet smile plastered on his face like he couldn’t get any cuter.

     “oh! indeed, i am! i was here with some of my friends, but i don’t know... i got lost. i have to get to berlin’s burdenberg gate to reunite with them and i need your help for direction.” nervous, you were talking non-stop that caused the man to smile at you even bigger.

     “oh, come with us, then!” offered the man. “we are also heading there so.”

     “oh, super! danke! sehr danke!” you thanked him in german deutsch. he laughed at your cute face, but pretty impressed with your accent. after making sure his friends knew about you, you started to follow them walking towards the germany attraction.

     “your german is pretty good.”

     “oh, you’re just saying. i did like... a three-week class from this app and all they taught me is the same thing over and over again.”

     “slowly, but surely.” he gave you an encouraging smile. his grey eyes kind. “woher kommst du?”

     you understood him well, but it took you some time to answer to him in the same language. “(y/c/n). lebst du in hier?”

     “ich komme von hier aber nich hier leben.” he then continued in english when he realised that you didn’t understand his mother tongue to a certain extend. “my work requires me to travel often. but my parents are still here.”

     “was ist... dein arbeit?” you pulled a face as you laugh at your attempt. “i’m sorry. that doesn’t sound appropriate. i just wanted to ask what do you for a living, but it came out rude.”

     “no, no. it’s fine. it’s good for you to practice.” the conversation was cut off when the man’s friends asked him something in their native language, leaving you awkwardly looking everywhere except them. “sorry. they’re just asking about my schedule. where were we?”

     finally, there is the berlin’s brandenberg gate. it’s only a few more minutes to arrive and you’re happy with the thought of reuniting with your friends. not that you’re suspicious with your helper and his friends, not that you trust your friends 100% but the thought of seeing familiar faces excite you.

     the conversation was cut off again when both of you were trying to focus on the road since you need to cross them to reach the huge berlin’s brandenberg gate. and the sound of motorcycles revving, the loud sportscars engine, make it impossible for you to hear your helper’s voice so you decided to be quiet for a minute.

     however, as soon as you reach the berlin’s brandenberg gate, you realise that it’s even more imposossible for you to carry the conversation with him. the place is crowded. there were even more cars and they were everywhere. there were cameras flashing from all angles. the spotlights are focusing a little stage in the middle. you wondered what was happening.

     “was passiert?” you frowned, craning your neck as you studied the eventful place. it was so loud with a hard party music that the bass drummed in your chest.

     “ich bin es.” the man chuckled as he slowy backed away with his hands in his jeans and a big, amused smile on his face. “freut mich, schone dame! bis bald.”

     the way he and his friends blended in with the crowd looked as if he weren’t joking when he said that the crowd was for him. there was a spotlight that focus on the people on the low stage that made you wonder if they’re somehow local celebrities, but with how loud the crowd cheer, you know they aren’t local celebrities.

     you slowly approached the crowd. in between the heads of tall men in front, you saw several familiar faces that you thought you saw somewhere in the TV. the sponsored t-shirts that they’re wearing, too, seemed familiar. but who they are really? why are there so many racing cars? the headboard showed F1?

     of course, there is the obvious sign above their heads, but then, the host speaks one name. a name that belongs to someone that you saw on the wall. the one that made you froze and lost your friends. the one that helped you get here.

     “ladies and gentlemen! sebastian vettel!”

     your blood drawn from your face. you felt like fainting. you felt embarrassed. you call yourself fucking stupid! how could you not realise it’s him?

[uswntfics]

Overprotective: Alphas Preath x Canadian omega reader

A/N: I hope y’all enjoyed this! This was based on a lovely request for overprotective alphas Preath x reader. My requests are open so feel free! Ps. I triple checked, but please let me know if I misgendered Quinn at any point so I can fix it.

Y/N shook a little as she put on her red jersey. She was the newest call up for the Canadian National Team and of course her first start was against their bitter rivals, the USWNT.

“You okay little one?” Christine Sinclair asked, causing Tanc, and a number of the other veterans to look over in worry.

Y/N was able to fight off the urge to roll her eyes as a small smile appeared on her face. At 20 she was one of the younger players on the team which always leads to the veterans being protective, but it was a whole other thing that she also happened to be an omega who had not found her mates yet.

This meant that she was rarely left on her own, the older omegas and alphas alike on the team always ensuring that she had everything she needed, that she was comfortable and safe and that other alphas didn’t get too close to her.

“Yeah, just nervous.” Y/N said, leaning in to the woman who had basically became her Mom since she had joined the National Team. And Sinc was the first to find out that she was going to join the Portland Thorns after this year, planning to take her last few credits online as she was going to graduate a year or two earlier than expected. Which had of course made her even more maternal and protective.

“Don’t be nervous kid. You know we’ve got your back. Plus you’re one of the best players in the world right now. You’re going to crush it as always.” Tanc said, messing up her hair making Y/N pout.

The team laughed and Janine patted Y/N’s arm. “You got this kid.” Janine said pulling Y/N into a side hug, rubbing her back comfortingly for a few seconds before she got called away, pressing a quick kiss to Y/N’s cheek causing her to blush and pout about being babied constantly.

Jessie smiled at Y/N as she watched all of your other teammates bombard her. Y/N stuck her tongue out atJessie, knowing that she enjoyed the fact that they didn’t baby her quite as much anymore now that Y/N had joined the team.

Jessie just laughed, shrugging her shoulders, knowing that just like her, Y/N secretly enjoyed the older players doting on her.

Y/N lined up behind Quinn with Rhian behind her. Y/N started to tense up, her hands shaking. “Hey Y/N, what did the fish say when it hit the wall?” Quinn asked.

Y/N looked up at her friend, knowing what they were doing. Quinn has an uncanny ability of always knowing when Y/N was anxious and how to snap her out of it.

A slow smile creeped up on Y/N’s face as she looked at her friend. “I have no idea Quinn. What did it say?” Y/N asked.

“DAM!!!” Quinn screamed, starting to laugh obnoxiously. Making Y/N giggle at her friend’s dorkiness.

“There’s that smile. You got this Buddy.” Quinn grinned, grabbing their mascot’s small hand as the walkout music started to play. Y/N looked at her little mascot, her brown hair in a ponytail and a gap between her teeth.

The little girl beamed and took Y/N’s hand into hers. The little girl had to be 4 or 5. “You do good!!” The little girl squealed confidently making Y/N smile and laugh as she walked with her cute mascot onto the pitch.

Y/N’s nerves started to calm down as she was surrounded by her teammates in the huddle “I know we’ve got this game. I know everyone is counting us out but we have luck on our side because it’s baby duck’s first start today! They won’t know what hit them!! Tank cheered.

The team laughed at Y/N’s exaggerated pout at her nickname. Before long Y/N found herself in her place on the back line in front of Erin, who was also really protective of her little defender.

“Ready to crush your first start ducky?” Erin asked, making Y/N’s nerves disappear fully as she playfully glared at one of her favorite people.

“Well I know y’all have my back so I think so.” Y/N said sincerely and Erin grinned and ruffled her hair. “Show them what you’re made of kid!” Erin called as she took her place between the posts.

The ref blew the whistle and I focused on the game as USA kicked off.

It was nearly half time as Y/N was taken off her feet once again by a US player, this time it was Lindsay Horan. Erin helped Y/N up as Tanc and Sinc yelled at the ref for not calling the umpteenth foul that was committed against Y/N.

“They wouldn’t be going after you if you weren’t crushing it kid.” Erin said, clapping Y/N’s shoulder. It was only a few more minutes until the whistle was blown at halftime.

Coach tried his best to give his halftime pep talk as all of the veterans doted over Y/N, Janine and Sinc putting ice on her right ankle and left knee as Tanc ranted that “If my child is taken down one more time there will be hell to pay.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile, though she’d never actually admit it she enjoyed her teammates babying her most of the time.

“Okay ladies, I heard Press and Heath are subbing in at the half. Mark them well and watch for Press’s speed and Heath’s ball skills. Okay we got this. Let’s go ladies!”

The team headed back out and warmed up for a few minutes before both teams lined up and Sinc kicked off the second half.

Right from the get go Y/N was amazed by Heath’s ball skills. She was able to contain the play with her speed, until she was clipped in her already sore ankle, going down with a temp of pain and a few tears slipping down her face.

She could hear the uproar as pretty much all of the team’s veterans were yelling at either the ref or the player who had gotten her in the ankle.

A soft hand touched her shoulder and she looked into the green eyes of the US striker and felt the mate bond settle into place.

Before Y/N could see much Heath jumped in and as Y/N met her eyes, she felt the mate bond too. Christen held her tightly as Tobin yelled for medics and proceeded to push Sam Mewis backwards with a snarl for hurting her mate.

“What the hell Tobin?!” Rose asked as she patted a shocked Sam’s shoulder. The Canadians stopped yelling, confused by Tobin going off on her own teammate.

“You hurt my mate, I hurt you.” Tobin growled, starting to throw herself at Sam. Everyone’s eyes widened as Pinoe caught Tobin, Quinn helping Megan hold Tobin back.

“Oh hell no!” Tanc and Sinc yelled as they stomped toward where Christen was a holding Y/N as she cried as the medics were moving her ankle.

“Get away from her!” Tanc yelled, letting out dominant pheromones, causing Y/N to cower a bit, her mega close to the surface because of the pain and finding her mates.

Christen glared at the Canadian veterans but did her best to remain calm for Y/N, releasing calming pheromones, which made the younger omega relax into her embrace more.

“Tons and I won’t hurt her Sinc. You know that.” Christen said.

Sinc sighed and nodded as Tobin came rushing back just as the trainers said “It looks like a sprain, we’re going to take you off, but you should be good in a few days to a week.” The make alpha said, going to help the omega up and to the sidelines. Christen and Tobin growled, Tobin carefully picking up their newfound mate and starting toward the sideline, Christen glaring at anyone who dare to come close.

Sinc, Tanc and Erin were loath to admit it, but they could all tell that the two American alphas were going to be good for their little ducky.

“Heath!!” Sinc yelled as Tobin and Christen made their way back to the field after making sure their mate was comfortable on the sideline.

Tobin turned toward her club captain as Christine smirked a little “Congrats but you hurt her, and they’ll never find the body.”

Tobin rolled her eyes but smiled, clapping her Canadian friend on the shoulder “You know we won’t but thanks for looking out for her.”

Sinc nodded as both the teams went to line up again, both Mewis and Heath being shown yellow cards.

Y/N watched the exchange and blushed when Christen winked at her after scoring a goal. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad having two more overprotective alphas in her life. Y/N thought with a smile.

[eastofthemoon]

A Paladin in The Fire Nation

A Paladin in the Fire Nation

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Rating: PG

Series: Voltron Legendary Defender/Avatar the Last Airbender

Summary: After the fight with Zarkon, Shiro accidentally gets tossed into another reality where humans have the ability to bend the elements. His best shot at returning home is with someone called the Avatar, while he waits he might as well take on the job of being the Firelord’s bodyguard.

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Zuko had taken Shiro straight to the garden, changed into his training clothes and did his best to show Shiro as many of the basics as he could.

Shiro looked thoughtful as he watched Zuko demonstrate.

“I didn’t realize you could shoot fire from your feet,” he commented.

“A lot of fire benders wouldn’t bother since you can only do it in bare feet otherwise you burn your shoes,” Zuko said as he relaxed his tance. “However, in Agni Kai, the only clothing you have are your pants. So, you should be expecting it.”

Shiro paused as if something just hit him.

“Only pants,” he said and then rubbed his neck. “You mean, you don’t wear a shirt either?”

Shiro raised an eyebrow. “Yes, you are given a shawl over your back but that’s only for ceremonial reasons.”

Shiro frowned as he tugged at his shirt. “I didn’t realize I had to be bare chested for this.”

Zuko’s eyes twitched. Was Shiro honestly more worried about being shirtless, than he was fighting a fire bender?!

“Maybe you should have thought of that before challenging Bujing?” Zuko chided and sighed. “However, if you’re that uncomfortable I could-”

Shiro sighed as he raised his hands. “It’s fine, I just wasn’t expecting that.”    

“In any case,” Zuko said as he displayed his stance. “One vital tactic you should know is to try to break Bujing at his roots.” He pointed to his own feet. “He’ll be focused on shooting fire, but if you can break his balance, you can have a chance to pin him and win.”

Shiro frowned. “Angi Kais aren’t to the death are they?”

Zuko went quiet. “Some have been in the past, although usually it was upon choice by the victor. I will admit I’ve been trying to change the law so Angi Kais are no longer allowed to end in death, but some of the nobles have been fighting against the change.”

Shiro’s eyes narrowed. “Including Bujing?”

Zuko’s hand tightened into fist, and he had a feeling that was all the answer Shiro needed.

“He won’t hold back,” Zuko warned. “If he can kill you to make me look like an idiot, he’ll try to.”

“Then I’ll make sure I won’t give him the option,” Shiro stated firmly.

Zuko wanted to believe Shiro could keep that promise, but he couldn’t ignore the knot in his stomach.

Footsteps awoke him from his thoughts as he turned around as he saw Iroh carrying some clothes while leading in Katara, Sokka and Toph.

“Okay, so I’m hoping this is all an elaborate prank,” Sokka declared as he approached with his arms crossed “because Iroh is claiming Shiro got challenge to an Angi Kai.”

“I did and I accepted,” Shiro stated.

Sokka’s jaw dropped as Katara sighed and glanced at Zuko. “I can’t believe you allowed this?”

“I didn’t exactly have a choice in the matter,” Zuko retorted.

“You’re the Firelord, you could order this not to happen,” Katara replied.

“More importantly, if Shiro can take part in an Angi Kai does that mean I can too?” Toph asked.

Zuko sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Look, I am not thrilled about this, but I got pushed into the corner.”

Katara still didn’t look pleased. “ I still think-”

“I insisted,” Shiro said as he narrowed his eyes. “If I don’t take care of Bujin now, it’s likely only to get worse later.”

Sokka rubbed his neck. “Are you sure you can handle this though? I mean you said you don’t have bending in your world.”

Shiro shrugged. “Only one way to find out.”

“And unfortunately now is the time,” Iroh said as he handed Shiro the clothes. “I picked up the traditional clothes which I admit is not much.”

Shiro picked up the clothes and grimaced slightly. “Thanks, I’ll be right back.”

Zuko raised an eyebrow as Shiro ducked out of the garden. It didn’t take long for Shiro to reappear and suddenly Zuko had a better understanding of his hesitation.

There were scars on his arm and all over his chest. They couldn’t see his back, but Zuko could only assume Shiro had scars there too.

Zuko kept silent, but exchanged a look with Katara. As expected, Katara looked concerned but was keeping her mouth shut as did Uncle. Sokka looked tempted to ask, but thankfully said nothing as Shiro placed the shawl over his shoulders.

“Anything else I need?” Shiro asked.

“No, that’s it,” Zuko said.

If Shiro didn’t want to draw attention, then Zuko wouldn’t either. If anyone would understand it was him.

“We best be off then,” Iroh stated.

Shiro followed Iroh as Sokka and Toph followed after him. Zuko purposely slowed his pace so he could lag behind and allow Katara to catch up with him.

“Why does Shiro have so many scars?” Katara whispered to him.

“He does fight in a war where he’s from,” Zuko whispered back.

Katara frowned. “I know, but it’s still a lot.”

Zuko found himself agreeing as they both picked up their pace.

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Zuko wasn’t surprised to see a small crowd had gathered. Word of the Agni Kai between Shiro and Bujing seemed to have spread like wildfire. It didn't quite match the spectacle of his own Agni Kai - but Zuko tried to not dwell on that.  He was too busy keeping a lid on his simmering anger as Bujing approached the group.

“I am honored to witness your courage in coming here,” he said with a quick bow. “I was starting to believe you had come to your senses instead of facing me.”

Zuko glared as Bujing approached Shiro. “Of course, your honour might be satisfied with this much.  The duel can be called off - so long as you are willing to bow to me and clearly admit you had spoken...rashly.”

Shiro gave a small smile. “Thank you, but that won’t be needed.”  He grasped his chin. “Though now that you mention it, it would only be fair to make the same offer to you. I would hate to accidentally break an old man’s bones.”

“Ooh, burn,” Sokka whispered to a snickering Toph before they were both jabbed in the ribs by Katara.

Bujing was silent, but Zuko could see his twitching eyes and tightening fists.  Zuko could only sigh.  Was Shiro trying to make it worse?!

“Very well,” Bujing said with his voice full of venom. “In due course you will regret spurning my offer - but I suppose for some people, suffering is really the only teacher.”

Shiro said something in reply as Bujin walked up the stairs to the platform, but for a moment the pounding in Zuko's ears drowned it out.

Eventually, Zuko realized that Iroh was saying something to Shiro, and tried to focus again.  "...kept him around because of his ruthlessness. An ancient rooster-snake’s venom is just as lethal as a spry young one's.”

Shiro nodded as he walked up to the platform. Iroh gently ushered Zuko up to the seats, and before he knew it, he and the others were in the front row.

As tradition demanded, both men in the arena were kneeling with their backs to each other.  Bujing and Shiro rose at once, letting their shawls fall to the floor as they turned to face each other.

“One last chance to surrender,” Bujing declared, projecting his voice for the crowd to hear.

“Not a chance,” Shiro stated just as loudly.

“So be it,” Bujing said, taking up a stance Zuko recognized from Uncle's lessons as the Flowering Orchid - a style that involved tricky, unexpected attacks.  The first and second palm thrusts seemed to be feints, but the third unleashed a swift bolt of fire squarely at Shiro.

Shiro, having not moved since the fight began, nimbly stepped to the side to let the fire pass harmlessly by.

Bujing wasted no time, foregoing feints to fire a second, a third, a fourth time in rapid succession.

Zuko couldn't look away as his fingers dug into his sleeves. Toph's hand on his shoulder only calmed his heartbeat marginally.

Shiro broke into a run, circling wide to try to get to Bujing's back, dodging flames all the while. In spite of the younger fighter's speed, Zuko was certain Bujing was grinning from ear to ear.

Then, to Zuko’s horror, Shiro stumbled just as he was turning to approach.

Bujing was not fond of wasting opportunities.  In an instant, he dropped his hands, turning fractionally and unleashing a ferocious kick behind him - sending a wave of fire bigger than any of his previous bolts slashing towards Shiro.

Shiro was only just regaining his footing - there was no time for him to move out of the fire's path.

I have to stop this, Zuko thought, standing up abruptly and starting to reach out to claim control of the flames.  He might be too late, but he had to do something-

Except there was no need.

Shiro’s metal arm flared with a violet light. As he rose to one knee, he raised his glowing metal arm and brought it down on the incoming flames like an axe on a log. The wave of fire split as cleanly as firewood, guttering out to either side of the nonbender.

Zuko froze as a shocked silence fell upon the crowd - broken only by Sokka's abrupt shout of "I've gotta find out what that arm is made of!"

Bujing’s confident grin crumbled to ashes, his face replacing it with shock - and then, as Shiro began to advance, with panic.

Bujing shot another fireball, but Shiro barely leaned to the side to let it flash past, accelerating with every step.  Bujing’s attacks became more frantic and rapid, but Shiro evaded each one.  Zuko found the movements strange - Shiro wasn't flowing with the flames like a waterbender or airbender might, wasn't meeting them with force like an earthbender or firebender. His jukes and dodges were sharp and minimal, each movement the barest minimum necessary to keep the fire from touching him.

When he was a few steps away, Bujing spun for another back kick, sending an even wider wave of fire out.  This time, Shiro dropped to the floor, rolling under the flames and kicking out Bujing's one supporting foot to break his roots.

Bereft of support, the old man toppled to the arena floor and landed heavily on his front. He scrambled to get back up - Zuko was reminded most of a squirrel-rabbit he once saw trying to escape Azula - but Shiro was as fast as a moose-lion and landed on Bujing's back with both knees.

Shiro seized Bujing’s shoulder, and the general's attempt to turn and look at him next glimpsed a blazing violet knife-like hand at his neck.

The crowd was dead silent.

Zuko watched intently. He had stood up with the thought of saving Shiro, but now he wondered if he might have to rescue Bujing instead.   Shiro was still kneeling on Bujing's back, almost as still as stone - except for that glowing hand he inexorably moved to the back of Bujing's neck.

“Do you surrender?” Shiro asked in a loud voice.

Zuko's good eye could only barely pick out Bujing's reaction - the faintest of trembling nods.

“Say it,” Shiro demanded, “for everyone to hear.”

Bujing, pinned like a spider-fly, could only turn his head to the side to speak more clearly.  Short of breath, he gasped out, "I yield.   You...have beaten me."

Shiro withdrew his hand, standing up swiftly to let the general slowly get back to his feet.  The murmurs of the crowd grew louder as Zuko descended to the arena to stand next to the fighters.  The audience only silenced as Zuko lifted up Shiro's arm.

“I declare Shiro the champion of this Angi Kai,” he shouted.

The crowd cheered and applauded as Bujing slinked off the platform, gaze lowered in shame.

“You nearly gave me a heart attack,” Zuko whispered to Shiro, but the man didn’t respond.

In fact Zuko wasn’t even certain he had heard a word.

For someone who had just won an Angi Kai, Shiro looked as panic stricken as someone who had lost. His face was pale and eyes were wide, staring at nothing.

Zuko didn’t know the cause, but he was all too familiar with the sensation himself.

He gingerly touched Shiro’s shoulder and gently shook it. “Shiro, are you alright? You’re at the Angi Kai, remember?”

Shiro blinked, shaking his head as he turned back to Zuko with an equally shaky smile. “Yeah, sorry, I just got lost in thought.”

More like lost in your own head, Zuko thought but kept it to himself.

“Let’s have Katara check you over,” he suggested as he led Shiro off the stage to where everyone seemed to be waiting for him.

“Are you alright?” Katara asked.

“Just a bit out of breath,” Shiro said as he rubbed his neck.

“No kidding,” Sokka said as he lifted up Shiro’s metal arm. “How exactly did you do that?!”

Shiro gave a bitter smile. “I've had more experience in fighting than I care to remember.”

“No kidding - though that fancy glowy metal arm certainly didn't hurt,” Sokka said as he grasped his chin. “Who made it?”

Shiro flinched and pulled his arm away from Sokka. “Someone I don't care to remember.”

Zuko’s eyes narrowed in suspicion, but the tension was broken by Iroh's polite cough.

“Seeing as you young ladies and gentlemen have this situation under control, perhaps I shall go see how General Bujing is coping with his loss of face,” Iroh said as he tucked his hands into his robes. “Perhaps one of you four can think of a place Shiro could get some rest.”

“I think that would be a good idea, and I can patch up any burns you got from those narrow dodges of yours,” Katara replied.

“Sounds good,” Shiro said as he rose. “We can use my room.”

Zuko was quiet, but nodded as the group began to leave.

He felt a tug on his sleeve and glanced to see Toph.

“You've got the eyes, Sparky.  Does he look okay?” she asked in a whisper.

“As much as he can be, I think,” Zuko said. “Why?”

“His heart was beating like crazy.”

“It was an intense fight.”

“Not during the fight.  After,” Toph whispered back. “When you were declaring him the winner. I know the difference between panic and excitement in the ring, and believe me - he felt more relaxed when he was fighting.”

Zuko’s frown tightened. “We’ll try to keep an eye on him, then. Right now, that’s all we can do.”

Toph's quiet little "All right" didn't seem honest, but would have to suffice  still looked concerned, but mumbled an “Alright” as they followed the group away from the lively crowd.

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Shiro couldn’t deny he felt relieved to escape to his room and be away from the crowd. When Zuko declared him ‘champion’, memories began to stir and Shiro desperately tried to fight them off.

His heart was finally starting to calm down as he felt Katara check him over.

“Your hair got a bit singed,” she said. “But it’s honestly not too bad.”

“I’ve become a master at dodging,” Shiro said with a bitter smile as he reached for a towel.

“Still you’re lucky you didn’t get burned,” Sokka commented from a chair in the corner where Zuko and Toph stood next to him. “I get that Bujing insulted you, but there were probably better ways to save your pride.”

“It wasn’t really about my pride,” Shiro said with a shrug as he wiped away the sweat. “It was about sending a message.”

“What do you mean?” Toph asked as Zuko raised an eyebrow.

“There’s a chance whoever sent those assassins knows someone in the palace, right?” Shiro said as he lowered the towel.

Sokka grasped his chin and then snapped his fingers. “Oooh, so if that person were to see Zuko’s new bodyguard take out a well known fire bender then they might ease off.”

“That’s the idea,” Shiro said.

“What?!” Zuko yelled as he stomped over. “Are you telling me that you nearly got killed to try to protect me?”

“It wasn’t just that,” Shiro replied firmly. “Bujing was clearly trying to question your authority and the last thing we needed was for him to make things worse.”

“It still wasn’t your call to make! You have no idea how close you were to-”  Zuko gave a deep sigh as he then pinched the bridge of his nose and headed out the door. “I need some air. I’m going to the garden!”

Shiro tried not to flinch as the door slammed.

“So, he’s angry with me,” Shiro said.

“Yeah,” Sokka said as he crossed his arms. “But just be glad you’re not dealing with a Zuko from three years ago. The old him would be yelling more rather than going to cool off.”

Shiro rubbed his neck. “I know I bruised Zuko’s ego a bit by taking the Agni Kai, but I had to take the chance.”

Katara chewed her bottom lip. “It’s not about that, well at least it’s not the main issue.”

Shiro frowned. “What do you mean?”

Katara patted his shoulder. “Let’s just say that Zuko has some bad memories connected to Angi Kais.”

Shiro blinked, but then his eyes widened and then narrowed. “Did Zuko get his burn in an Agni Kai?”

The three silent and troubled expressions returned told Shiro he hit the nail on the head.

Toph stepped up. “Yeah, but that’s all we can say.”

Sokka nodded. “It’s more his story to tell than us, you know?”

“I know exactly,” Shiro said as he rose. “My mess, I’ll go talk to him.”

Shiro grabbed a shirt and slipped it on before he left the room. It didn’t take long for Shiro to get to the garden and spotted Zuko standing next to the turtle duck pond.

The Firelord glanced behind him, but said nothing as he returned his attention to the quacking turtle ducks. Both of them kept quiet as Shiro approached and sat near the edge of the pond.

“I’m sorry,” Shiro said softly. “I don’t regret taking on the fight with Bujing, he was clearly asking for it, but I didn’t realize how upsetting it would be for you.”

Zuko huffed. “My ‘feelings’ are hardly that fragile,” he said as he turned to Shiro, “but I hate seeing people trying to throw their life away with no regard.”

Shiro eyed the scar and felt the temptation to ask how Zuko got it, but he knew better than to pry. It wasn’t his business.

“I take risks, but I can also assure you my survival instincts are strong,” Shiro replied.

“That doesn’t make me feel better,” Zuko hissed.

Shiro rubbed his neck as he rose. “How about this? I’ll try not to take unnecessary risks if I don’t have to,” he said as he held out a hand. “I can’t promise it’ll never happen, since I may have to while I’m your bodyguard.”

Zuko’s eyes narrowed, but gave a deep sigh and nodded. “I suppose that’s better than nothing.” He turned to Shiro. “Can you at least promise me you won’t accept another Angi Kai?”

“I have a feeling that won’t be a problem,” Shiro replied. “I seemed to have scared Bujing enough at least. Be nice if it also worked on those assassins.”

“It would make things easier,” Zuko agreed with a sigh. “Too bad things are rarely that simple for me.”

“I know the feeling,” Shiro replied grimly. “All too well.”

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The next few days went by peacefully. The only surprising news that came about was Bujing announcing he was going to retire.

“According to Iroh, apparently Bujing said he thought his health might be at risk if he continues to come to the palace,” Sokka stated as they hung out in the garden.

“His face certainly gets paler when I’m around,” Shiro replied in turn.

Shiro did notice some of the nobles were more cautious in approaching Zuko while Shiro was hovering nearby.

“According to one of the servants both of your arms were set on fire and you charged right at him,” Sokka said with a shrug.

Shiro raised an eyebrow. “That isn’t remotely close to what happened?”

“Better than the rumor that you partly turned into an actual dragon,” Toph said with a smirk. “Although I do like the one that claims you got possessed by a spirit.”

“How does that even make sense?” Shiro chided.

“Can you stop talking so Katara and I can focus please?” Zuko asked as he rotated his shoulders.

Katara smirked. “Yeah, you’re going to need all of your concentration to make certain I don’t kick your butt again.”

Zuko gave a small smile as he got into his battle stance. “Oh, we’ll see about that.”

“Is it really alright for us to be here?” Shiro asked as he took a seat next to Toph.

“It’s fine,” Sokka replied as he leaned forward. “Katara and Zuko are both master benders. They’re not likely to hit us.”

“Also I’m here,” Toph said as she stomped her feet and a wall of earth appeared before them. “If they get too carried away, I can shield us easily.”

“Okay, then,” Shiro said as Toph retracted the wall.

“Brace yourself,” Katara said as she launched a water whip. Zuko dodged and shot a ball of flame back. Katara snuffed it out easily however she swiftly braced herself as Zuko came at her again.

Shiro quietly studied the fight as they sparred. True to Sokka’s word, they seemed to be careful not to accidentally hit them on the sidelines.

Shiro was able to sit back and take in the sparring match. The concept of bending was already fascinating, but it became even more intriguing upon learning each bending element has it’s own style. Granted, he couldn't help but notice Zuko’s bending was slightly different from what he encountered with Bujing. Shiro hadn’t quite figured out why, but watching Katara gave him the answer.

Zuko was using some of her moves and vice versa while they fought.

“They spar like this often?” Shiro asked.

“When they can,” Toph commented.

“Although it’s still not as intense as when  Zuko was our enemy,” Sokka commented and smirked. “Those sure got rather heated.”

Without looking, Toph tossed a ball of mud with her foot at Sokka’s face. He was still smirking as he wiped it off.

“Worth it,” he decreed.

Hunk would have agreed,. Shiro thought with a bittersweet smile.

The sparring continued until Katara held up a hand.

“I think that’s enough for now,” she said as she returned the water into her container.

“Agreed,” Zuko said as he sat on the grass and glanced at Sokka. “Sokka’s turn for practice.”

Sokka raised an eyebrow. “Um, sorry, but last I checked I wasn’t a bender.”

“No, but you should get some sword practice in,” Zuko said as he crossed his arms and glared. “I know you’ve been slacking.”

Sokka pouted. “But it’s not the same without space sword.”

“Space sword?” Shiro asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Sokka made a sword out of a meteorite, but then lost it in battle,” Toph said.

Zuko sighed. “There are other swords, Sokka, and it’s been three years.”

“It’s not the same and you need to let people take their time to grieve,” Sokka retorted.

“It was a sword,” Zuko replied.

“And it would take a special sword to replace the hole in my heart,” Sokka said dramatically and then side-eyed Shiro. “Unless a certain spaceman can hook me up with another space sword.”

Shiro shrugged. “I don’t have any on me besides I don’t use swords, my friend Keith does.”

Katara frowned. “Was it made out of meteorite like Sokka’s was?”

“No, but it wasn’t made with anything you found on Earth,” Shiro continued. “Hunk and Lance tend to use blasters-”

“Blasters?” Toph asked with a raised eyebrow.

Shiro rubbed his chin as he thought about how to explain. “It’s a handheld weapon that shoots out beams of light.”

“How is that a weapon?” Zuko replied. “Having a light shone on you wouldn’t hurt.”

“It’s not exactly light,” Shiro said. “It would be easier to explain if I could show you.”

Sokka let out a blissful sigh. “I REALLY wish I could see that.”

Shiro stroked his chin. “I might have pictures of it actually.”

Sokka’s eyes light up. “You do?”

“Stored in my helmet,” Shiro explained. “I could dig them up.”

Sokka clung to his arm. “Why haven’t you brought this up earlier? I need to see the cool tech!”

Shiro gave a small laugh and glanced around. “Anyone else interested?”

“I’ll admit I’m a little curious,” Katara admitted as she crossed her arms. “Toph? Zuko?”

Toph raised a hand. “Hard pass, not like I get any use out of it.”

“How about we spare?” Zuko asked and glanced at Shiro. “And before you ask, I can handle a few minutes by myself especially if Toph is with me.”

“My offer for being a bodyguard is still open,” Toph teased as she rose.

“Still no,” Zuko replied.

“We shouldn’t be long,” Shiro said as he started to lead the way.

Zuko got into a battle stand as Toph moved into position. “Ready, Toph?”

Toph cackled as she cracked her knuckles. “Yes, time for the return of Melon Lord.”

“Are you ever going to drop that title?” Zuko asked.

“Nope,” Toph replied with a smirk. “You’ll have to take it away from my cold dead hands.”

Shiro looked at Katara as they walked. “Melon lord?”

“Inside joke,” Katara said as she pointed. “We’ll explain on the way.”

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Once they got to his room, Shiro picked up his helmet and put it on.

“I thought you were showing us pictures?” Sokka asked.

“I am,” Shiro explained as he hit buttons. “Our helmets have small cameras that record pictures.” He paused. “Wait, do you have cameras here?”

“Do you mean those boxes that can create a picture, but it’s not painted?” Katara asked.

“Um, yes,” Shiro explained as he found some photos and shifted through them on his visor.

“Our friend Teo and his dad know a lady that’s been working on that,” Sokka explained. “It’s really interesting.” He frowned and pointed. “But are you telling me you got a mini version of that in your helmet?”

“Basically, yes,” Shiro said as he settled on a photo and gave a small smile.

It was a photo at the end of a training session. Shiro and Allura talking with Keith and Pidge in the background, while Hunk was holding up his blaster and Lance was taking a selfie with him. He had sent the photo around as a memento.

“Here,” Shiro said as he removed his helmet and held it out. “You can see Hunk’s blaster.”

Sokka eagerly put it on and gasped. “What the-that thing is a weapon?! How does it work?! What does…” He suddenly trailed off and became quiet.

“Sokka?” Katara asked as she touched his shoulder.

“Who’s the girl with white hair?” he asked.

Katara’s eyes widened slightly, but she kept quiet.

Shiro raised an eyebrow as he answered. “That’s Princess Allura, she’s one of the Alteans I mentioned.”

For a brief moment, Shiro thought Sokka was getting an instant crush like Lance had, but his face had turned too meloconly for that.

“You okay?” Shiro asked.

“Y-yeah,” Sokka said as he removed the helmet and rubbed his neck. “It’s nothing really, I just haven’t seen anyone with white hair since Yue.”

Shiro’s eyes narrowed as he glanced at Katara.

“Sokka’s first girlfriend,” Katara explained as she rubbed her arms. “She was very brave.”

Shiro caught onto the ‘was’ part of the sentence. He briefly thought back to Adam. They had broken up before the Kerberos mission, but it still stung to think about him.

“I’m sorry,” Shiro said as he patted Sokka’s shoulder in sympathy. “It’s always hard to think of the people you lost.”

Sokka sighed as he removed the helmet. “Yeah, but at least a part of her is still with us.”

“That’s right,” Shiro said in agreement.

“I still get to see every clear night,” Sokka continued.

Shiro paused the nodding and raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean? Is she in the palace?”

Sokka shook his head. “No, she’s the moon.”

Shiro blinked as he tilted his head. “She’s...the moon?”

“Well, I mean she became the moon. It’s kind of hard to explain.”

“I see,” Shiro said slowly.

He couldn’t quite see how a person can become the moon, but there was a lot he didn’t understand about this world. It was probably best for him to keep his mouth shut for the moment.

Katara cleared her throat as she took the helmet. “Alright, I think it’s my turn.”

She put it on and blinked amazed. “Wow, the pictures Teo showed us are black and white. I can’t believe the color in this.” Katara looked at Shiro. “So, these are all your friends?”

Shiro nodded. “Yeah, they can squabble at times, but we make a good team.”

Katara’s eyes softened as she removed the helmet and patted Shiro’s arm. “You must miss them alot.”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

“According to Aang’s letter he should be here in a few days,” she said. “Hopefully he can get you home.”

Shiro sighed and nodded as Sokka took the helmet back. “Yes, although even if he can I wouldn’t feel right going home until we knew Zuko was safe.”

Katara frowned as Sokka fiddled with the helmet. “That might be a problem considering we still don’t have any leads.”

Sokka flinched. “I did have a thought about that.” He looked at Katara. “There is someone who could be a suspect, but I know Zuko is not going to like us bringing it up.”

Katara frowned and chewed her bottom lip. “You mean Azula?”

Sokka nodded. “I’m assuming you’ve been thinking the same thing?”

“She’s been on my mind.”

“Who’s Azula?” Shiro asked.

The siblings frowned at each other like they were silently debating how to explain it.

“Zuko’s sister,” Katara explained.

Shiro’s eyes widened and then narrowed. “I’ve heard of her in the meeting when one of the diplomats brought her up, but they didn’t go into much detail. Zuko seemed rather protective of her.”

“He would,” Katara grumbled.

Sokka sighed. “Azula is a touchy subject. She is very smart and ruthless and was on Ozai’s side when the final battle came down.”

“And Zuko put her in her own residence?” Shiro asked.

“Officially she’s under house arrest, but that was Zuko’s attempt to give her privacy,” Katara explained as she rubbed her arms. “Zuko and I were the ones to defeat her and...she wasn’t well. She seemed to have a complete mental breakdown and Zuko wanted to help her.”

“I see,” Shiro said slowly. “How is she now? Does she want Ozai back in power?”

“Honestly, we have no clue,” Sokka said with a shrug. “Besides a couple of servants, a healer and some guards, Zuko is the only one that goes to see her.”

Shiro raised an eyebrow. “Only Zuko? So, not even Iroh goes to see her?”

Katara shook her head.

That gave Shiro some pause. Iroh seemed to clearly care about his nephew, why wouldn’t he be the same with his niece unless he had a valid reason to?

“He says she’s doing better, but Zuko is also too forgiving,” Katara sighed. “I’m still angry at her for almost killing him.”

“Katara, to be fair, everyone in the Fire Nation was trying to kill us at the time,” Sokka said.

“You weren’t there,” Katara hissed. “His heart almost stopped. If I hadn’t been there he would have-”

Shiro placed a hand on Katara’s shoulder and that seemed to calm her.

“I think I understand,” Shiro said as his eyes hardened. “Regardless of Zuko’s feelings, it does sound like Azula is someone we should look into.”

“I was planning to bring it up later at dinner,” Sokka said. “Just to warn you, he is not going to like it.”

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“I don’t like it,” Zuko hissed after they were served dinner. “Azula doesn’t have anything to do with it.”

“Are you certain of that?” Katara asked as she crossed her arms.

“Yeah, this is Azula we’re talking about here,” Toph added.

“She has been confined since the war ended,” Zuko argued.

“Even the turtle duck trapped in its shell watches for crumbs of bread,” Iroh replied as he sipped his tea.

“Not you too, Uncle,” Zuko grumbled.

Shiro’s eyes hardened as he leaned over. “I never met Azula, but we need to check all possible leads.”

“And the fact is she is our last lead,” Sokka said. “I get you don’t want to ask your sister, but we haven’t found any more clues.”

Zuko looked around the crowd and sighed. “Fine,” he grumbled, “I am due to visit her tomorrow anyway. So, I’ll question her then.”

“And I assume you won’t let us come with you,” Katara added.

“You’ll agitate her too much,” Zuko replied. “The best chance of me getting an honest answer is if I go by myself.”

“No, I’m at least going with you,” Shiro added.

Zuko shot him a glare which instantly reminded Shiro of the angry glares Keith would give.

“I am your bodyguard, but I’ve also never met Azula so it’s unlikely I’ll make her nervous.”

“Azula doesn’t get nervous, but fine,” Zuko retorted as he looked down. “I’m going over tomorrow.”

“Okay,” Shiro said with a nod. “So, we’ll go and see if Azula has any connections to the assassins.”

Toph placed her hands behind her hands. “So which outcome are we hoping for here? Cause if she is connected then we have our answer, but if she doesn’t we got no more leads right?”

“We’ll just have to cross that bridge when we come to it,” Zuko asked as he reached for his dinner.

Shiro noted it was a way to dodge the question, but honestly he couldn’t blame him. Picking between hoping for a sure lead or for his sister to not be a suspect, either wasn’t exactly a great prospect.

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Collide [Teaser] ~ a JJ Maybank x OC fanfic

Warning: cursing, bad grammar, not prof read

A/N: I left tumblr for a while to take a break from everything and decided to write in my free time and came up with this, dont worry I’ll get right to answering your guys ask just wanted to share this

Paring: JJ Maybanks x OC

Word count: 18.1K

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The sun peeked through the curtains of the chateau,making me squint before rolling over and tucking my head deeper into the pillow groaning deeply as i heard a a low chuckle and John b’s voice echoed through the house seemingly louder then it was,

“Morning Sunny,” he said laughing at how I rolled myself deeper into the makeshift bed as he headed outside, most likely to chill on the hammock. I grumbel to myself and sat up, rubbing my eyes before I leaned back, stitching my back, hearing a couple of pops before sitting up and cracking my eyes open. Swinging my legs over the side of the couch, setting my feet on the trash covered ground moving an empty beer can with my toe so i could set my foot down. Standing up, letting my shirt that i had wore yesterday fall back over my jean shorts as i stretch my arms up above my head letting a small tremor roll through my body while my muscles finally woke up, i let my arms drop back down letting a small sigh out before shuffling into the kitchen, around the bar counter heading straight towards the fridge, pulling the door open leaning down before reaching my hand in shuffling around past the cases of beer looking for something a less likely to edge on the headache was already starting to form in the front of her head. I set my sights on the orange juice that was near the back of the fridge, grabbing the neck of the bottle dragging it out of the fridge,praying it isn't out of date. Knowing the boys it most likely was but hey why not be an optimist right? I turned leaning my hips onto the counter unscrewing the cap and bringing it to my lips, before tipping it up taking a big swig. I can say that was the worst decision i made that day, i quickly leaned towards the sink spitting it out as fast as i could quickly turning on the sink, sticking my face under the faucet bringing the water into my mouth swishing it around before spitting that out leaning back up head still tilting down towards the sink. I reached up my arm and shut the sink off before grabbing the bottle of orange juice and emptying it out in the sink. All i can say is fuck optomistic people they are crazy and dont know the fine line betwen optimisum and insanity. I let out a grumble as I worked my way around the chateau, thinking I could just take a walk to the store and grab a tea or something that was actually digestible. I grumbled to myself as i suffered to the guest bedroom in the chateau, before slamming my fist against the door a couple time,

“ i left my wallet in there so i'm giving you 3 seconds to get decent then i'm coming in for it “ i say loudly, my voice still scratchy from the lack of sleep i had gotten last night. thanks to the pogues party habits it was hard to get sleep during summer, not that i minded i'm always down for a party, the aftermath still sucks major ass let's be honest. I grab the handle turning it quickly pushing in the door and walking in the room quick heading straight for the dresser near the window spotting my wallet easily i swiped it off the dresser turning on my heels, my eyes were meet with the blue ones of jj, him and another girl, i hadn't seen this one before and i didn't really care enough to stay and figure out what she looked like. I simply smirked knowingly at jj before waving off his wink strutting out of the room, closing the door on my way out. JJ and i have a odd history i can tell you that, but that never stopped us from being close, we had a lot in common when we had first meet and had remained close ever since, maintaining a almost more than friendly relationship but never anything more than a flirting glace was ever shared between us. I head back to where i had made my makeshift bed, plopping down on the bead throwing my socks and shoes that i had put beside the bed on, placing my wallet in my back pocket and snatching my phone of the ground by the pillows before strutting out of the house, seeing john b. peacefully sitting on the hammock,

“Your going to poison people with the shit in your fridge, i'm going to the store to restock i'll be back in a little” i call out to him, seemingly starling him out of whatever thought he was in.

“Can you grab some skinny pop?” he called back sitting up, i put my thumb up in the air so he could see as i walked off towards the store already lost in my own thoughts. Before i knew it my feet had brought me to my destination, snapping me out of my tance of scrolling through instagram lost in thought. I looked up from my phone, tucking it in my back pocket and grabbing my shitty old leather wallet i had gotten from my dad for my 14th birthday decorated with pins from where he traveled do for his gigs, him being a famous musician and all he wasn't always home leaving me to do whatever i wished, he would text and tell me to be safe but other than hard drugs and teen pregnancy he was fine as long as whatever i did i did it safely or told him before or after doing it. He is just chill, and we got along great because of it. I pushed the door open causing the bells on the door to jingle, and a faint

“Hello, let me know if I can help you find anything” from the direction of the counter. I let out a small hum, giving a closed mouth smile in that direction, heading to the snack aisle, grabbing two bags of skinny pop, a bag of nacho doritos, and a bag of salted almonds, before heading to the drink aisle grabbing 6 arizona teas, and two snapples for myself knowing that a snapple can fix a hangover if mixed with a vitamin c packet, correctly that is. I shuffled back up to the front, gently putting everything up on the counter, looking up smiling at the boy at the counter, he smiled back before scanning my items quickly,

“wait “ i called out louder than expected making him flinch and look up, i quickly stuck my hand in back pocket pulling out the lump of yarn unfolding it revealing a crochet bag, widespread between each knots, holding it out the the young boy before smiling,

“Can you put my stuff in here? You know how bad the pollution can get with those plastic bags and the ocean” i giggled as he nodded slowly gently taking the bag from my hands, smiling a small smile at me before loading my stuff up and telling me a price, i fished out the money and payed him before grabbing my bag slinging it over my shoulder and walking out of the store, heading back to the chateau.

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When I arrived back at the chateau, John b. Was still laying out on the hammock, i gently walked over to him , reaching into my bag and pulling out a skinny pop and handing it to him, before smiling as he tore it open like a starving child and dug in,

“Thank you” he said popcorn bits flying out of his already full mouth, causing my nose to scrunch up in disgust, i simply shook my head and headed back inside waving at him. As i walked in the house i saw kie still asleep on the couch, i giggled quietly at her before moving around the couch heading to the kitchen to find pope searching the fridge,

“Dude don't bother i already tied and got poisoned by the orange juice” i giggled setting the bag of snacks on the counter grabbing two arizona out and pushing the bag towards him, pope turned and examined the goods before grabbing the bag of doritos and a snapple, before smiling at me

“Thank you, you are truly and life saver” i giggled at the comment before heading back to the spare bedroom to see the door open, i strut in to see jj leaning back on the pillow hair a mess, no shirt just his boxers barely covered by the thin sheet on the guest bed, his vape in his hand.

“Sup loser, i brought you sum tea” i said to him strutting to the side of the bead he was on, holding a hand out with the tea in it, jj looked up, his ocean blue eyes meeting mine before a sly smirk spread across his face,

“Come ‘ere” he said grabbing my waist pulling me down onto the bed, both of erupting into giggles as i land on my back next to him his torso still leaning over me, his hair dangling down, framing his face perfectly, his dimples in his perfectly tanned face,his- NO damit sunny stop it he's your friend, i had noticed both of our laughter had died down and we were both just smiling at one another. I scrunch my nose up before dropping the Arizona in one of my hands before using it to shove it his face away from me groaning at the smirk he gave me when he leaned onto his side, raising his eyebrows at me.

“Just shut up and drink your damn tea” I said , handing him one. Grumbling to myself as i popped the lid of mine open and took a sip from it, i sighed laying back onto the bed and closing my eyes just enjoying the sounds of nature , and jj gulping down the cold beverage like no tomorrow, i sighed, rolling over to the side of the bed, swinging my legs over the side looking down when my feet hit something thin and soft. My eyes gaze down to see JJ's muscle tee laying on the floor, sighing. I reach down, swiping it off the ground and balling it up. Turning slightly to see JJ scrolling on his phone and a crushed, now empty, Arizona can sitting on the bedside table beside him. I ball up his shirt before throwing it with a little power behind it, it flew through the air and fan itself out as it plopped on his head causing him to pick off the piece of clothing on his head and give me a look of confusion.

“Get dressed i'm sure everyones ready to go out on the water for the day already and you're lagging” I say standing up and flashing him a smile before heading back to the kitchen to get some chips before the other pogues ate them all.

[covenunited]

the one where when you dream you’re seeing whatever your soulmate is currently experiencing. (Tanc and muse of your choice lol)

soulmate au prompts.

Once again, the blond witch woke up in a cold sweat, eyes wide with terror as he tried to catch his breath. He’d been having these dreams ever since the curse was lifted, and while some of them were much more pleasant than most, they always featured the same man, which in itself was confusing. The fact that this man was constantly putting himself in danger by fighting evil in all its many forms was both admirable and distressing. He’d asked Lila what these nightmares meant not too long ago, and her answer had done nothing to quell his fears. He was seeing through his soulmate’s eyes whilst he slumbered. Or tried to, at least. Most nights were half sleepless, and he knew tonight would be no different.

Groaning in frustration, he slammed his clenched fist into the mattress beside him. “Theseus....whomever you are, wherever you may be...I’ve half a bloody mind to track you down and....I don’t know, lock you in a room so that I might get a full night’s sleep for the first time in years! I fear that if I have one more dream of you nearly losing your life, I shall lose my mind completely. Take care of thyself, for both our sakes! I beg of thee...” He found himself slipping into his old pattern of speech, and scoffed that he sounded like some ancient relic. Sighing, he laid back against his pillows, glancing across the room at his bare-chested reflection in the full-length mirror before closing his eyes again and attempting to fall back asleep. Perhaps tomorrow he would try to find his mysterious soulmate and talk some sense into the man.

[throwingideasatthewall]

Clone Wars:         Season 2

      Episode 1 Holocron Heist

We just   had     a heist

[One   nonsense    enough    to knock    me into   nonsensical   incoherent      rambling...]

    Two

Okay...

I’m prepared...

To do.   nonsense...

  Urgh

   Okay..

[Title      Screen]

  [Woah!]

    ....  ..    

Aight

    Okay

A lesson learned,    A lesson earned

Oh..

     That         snapped me out of it,

     A lesson earned                  is           a lesson earned

        [you don’t need a        person to tell you     basic         common sense                                you can figure out yourself]

  ....

   Assumed authority is     bullshit                                       Don’t need to                                    earn any-      [Sorry,              Still           Recov-       er-         ing           From           Last          ep-        Isode]

                  Okay...

                   Any-way

                   Jedi on a                        planet                             . .

                     Some-how                         tr                            ap                               ped                                 -                          Surrounded                               Clones                                  -                                Right-                                     -                           Why?

                           Like - if you needed parts-

                           Okay-

                             I’m                                  in  

                               -terested

                                 Any way...

                                     Wait                                      cruisers?  

                                      Gun   ships?                                                                   R-escue

                                       Oh                                              wait-

                                          That’s                                              Good

                                            Oh                                                  No,

                                              It’s                                                    Plo..

Jokes       About       How       He      Got       His      Men      Blown      Up                         Just                                gonna                                 put                                   this                                 over                                 here

                              Been a                                 while

Also Hey     yeah      what         is         he        doing         here?

  Doesn’t         he       have      Jedi        things        to       do?

      Get           a         new         fleet?

        I mean                th-            (Don’t                Condone               Child               So-                L                diers!)

  But    every     time       it’s     always    Obi-Wan      and    Anakin    because        all         the           rest        of          them        are         too        busy

     So             What-

     Alright          -          Whelp           -          I      don’t       care         —-

   Whelp          —        Ex-plo          —         Is      this       just       going         to       be       an     action        piece?        (Nothing       wrong        with           that;           just        need           a      different      mindset,)

     From          the     applications             of        child       soldiers           -          To          Shoot-

    -Why?

      It’s-       Nice-

-Droids

   Plo-

 General-

     ?

Ev-

Neat-

Good-

 Whelp-

  Grab ‘em to the medic        And Go!

   (Seriously       Windu figured this out yesterday.)

    Grunts

    You’d         think        the Jedi would give the      order?

Seriously,         Good miss,          Five           Min-           Got          Some           One-          Killed

   “ Asoka,”

   First Asoka       mention in the first five minutes

                                [maybe they got her character                                     better.]

                                  -Jungle

                                    You sent-                                         A child

                                    That                                        Logically can’t improvise                                      ...                                              Into                                              a jungle

                                      ....

                                      The  

                                     Fuck    

                                    Skywalker?                                     

Con-tact      Her        -         Dead      -       She’s very likely      dead-       -      Anyway       -        Hope   Anakin     taught       her    those    moves-       -      That’s       a      lot       of     emotion          -           In        the        movements;         Again;

     Monotonous,           Stunted,            Robo              Tot              -ic

         That’s                How              Child-

Nope-

   Tone’s          Off

So,         just           to           go            over;

       1. Tone ❌        2.  Dia-                  Log                   Ue- (?)

        3. Move               -ment    ❌

              I’m hop-

Extract-

     Taught-  

     Okay- 

     Teach         -ing   s

     Aight           Mary          Sue-

      I’m        sorry         but         the        light          is       literally       coming         out!

      Whelp-

      Okay-

        So it’s Ahsoka an    adult yet?

         Like that can be explained away as   acco-untability

          Otherwise,     she should   have a hard time        with        one       Droid!

      (No wait didn’t Obi-Wan just call her                  ‘young one ‘)?

                 Nope!

           Movie, get over there in your               shame corner

  That-        Was painful       over-      reacting

 And         Focus-

   I    Don’t        -      You    couldn’t      have     forced          it     more             if     you    tried         -

        The             Force-           d cha-          nge i          -n         Perspective           Not      Apprec  -iate      D-        . . .    .      Moving         on

  Whelp        ...

    Get            In          -

   That’s           a      direct      order-         -

  “Can’t-”

   Nope!

   That’s            It-

   Tone ❌

   Dialogue; ❌,?

   Move;   ❌    Ment

  Turn in your bad  

  writing card,    

   Movie

   ❌

 (Not a series strike,        Just             A          “Fuck         You,          Strike

          On the            Movie                 And,                This            Chara              -cter

                               (We just had such a good-

                                              Maybe; it gets better?

                                                                               Skipped ahead;                                                                                          It doesn’t

                                                                                       Sigh-

                                                                              *Puts on earmuffs

                                                                                 Meta-phorically

Aight      Back        To       19:06      (Original      time     stamp;           Play

*Think

 Friendly      Fire-

 Nvm

*Thing      Ex-plodes

   In-       stantly

Whelp-     

 You   called       her   before      a   council            ??

   Child          -ren          Can’t          Think           -

Okay

        Movie

       Children                  can’t                         think-

    From ag-

      “This is-”. 

       It should                    be   

         -But                           The              writers                        -                refuse                      to                  write                                  her                                   as                                   child                           -       

The       Pro-

“I-

The          Pro-            Blem         As         the     story       seems   to         be        placing            the               Jedi            on            a            high          pedestal     

        .....                Their             actions               here                as              reasonable       

           .....                         But                          it’s                  not                            ...                If Ahsoka was a child it would be a cruel use of power showing how used only to put the younger generation down before they’re                  old enough to understand it

              And how they’ve given Anakin the illusion of power   

                  -Boomer                               Bait

              If she’s an adult;                           This would be a show of        how             she’s childified by her peers

               As it stands;       

               The writers refuse to chose

Concerning,  due to the fact that  

Child-ify                 Ing            An                Adult       ......    Is    Wrong

  And      adult-ify        ing        a       child       is    wrong         ...      

  Un        equivocally,

Tally    Of       How     Many       Times       Ahsoka-        Is        Adult          -ify          Ied-           ;     

      This is necessary

 [Excuse for odd formatting           The “Movie”,                (Under the                picture)                  Caused                    Tumblr                    To                  heck                   up                  my               spacing)

           Continuing                   on;

“Time    away      from     the      battle-       field,”

  Good,        For          A        Child       Solider        -     (And   would’ve     been       a     good     show      that      any     kind   -ness     from     them       is   performative           ...

                   “Guard duty,”

Tally   Of      How   Many      Times      Ahsoka-       Is      Adult         -ify        Ied-         1

 Cite;      Child     ren    Don’t       have     that    much   emotion,        Nor    Pre-      fer      ence-        -

                 “Longer                       now,”

                    Dick                         —-                     Kinda

                     It’s                          better                            for                           children                             not                              to                               be                                in                              battle                                  —

                              So                                 not                                     a                                  complete                                    dick...

                                But                                   not                                    optimal...

                                 “Sorry”

So he said by people who don’t wanna take accountability for their actions and just stop doing the thing and     stop bringing the toxins into the world                                  

Point;     If you    were sorry    you would       stop     doing it,       stop     bringing         it       ��up,       and            do      better...     —-       Trying         to       control         the      narrative         isn’t          nice          (When           the          truth            is        objective)

       Only           the           self           may            be          both             .....

Security      -

  “Knowledge,”

    *Bag-age

      “Hm,”

  . .. .

   ...

...

Fisto  

...

 In-side

 St-upid      Forbid       Den    

Know-ledge

   (It’s likely   about     plants        Or      Weapons)

Also;

     Boomer         Bait!    

     (That’s something they offer younger         generations to follow their           stupid outdated tradition)

      It’s always          worse...

     (Also, this isn’t about Ahsoka trying to steal the         Holocon thing is it?

      Because her character is already                                                  -hateable- enough

        And if she has enough initiative             to steal the holocon

          - She’s an adult

           And should              be allowed entrance             anyway

          “Jedi            Council,”

             So,                  lady was a Jedi?

               Aight,

                Keeping an eye                     on that                        ...                  Aight                       -   

                 No

                 Went through one.                     drug trip

                   Already

                   .....

                 [Okay...

                ..Got                   a Drink                  of water                   ——                        Interrupt                     -ion

                  Wait I thought he was just a                     ball of                     fuck your plot

                  You’re telling me he actually works                      for                       Palpatine?

After   threaten       ing      Palpatine?

   This      dude           -        fucking         drug           trip            -

...Ser     vices

    I       honestly       thought          he         was             a          [fuck           your          shit]            guy

Now    he’s      a     de   tec- tive

Noir    ....

Movie     that’s      too      many     genres        .....

  You-     need       to    slow   down      .

          Your main            Chara-                   Isn’t                 Even               Esta-                    Blish                      -ed                      Prop                          er                         Ly

            Nevermind                    the           characterization

                 Note if it had been established he changes things every so often that would be neat

                 As                   it stands

               This                  dude is a                 fecking roller coaster

             Not any                thing                resembling                   good

[Giving    your      aud-   ience     a       drug   trip   isn’t   good   writing]

      It makes        them         dizzy!]

      So...       

    Holocron

    Like Palpatine is literally doing this just to fuck over       Ahsoka?

     Also, this is going to result in Ahsoka    being     unchild     -like       To take them out      too?

   I’ll get the -      counter     ready

[yes I have seen it    literally            every   Mall cop/ security guard movie   ever

The   fun     .    seeing how your    (Good)    chara      cters         -     interact     with      the   scenario          -       That’s      not   happening       here        -          If she was a child this would show how    Anakin‘s orders react with the environment

    If       she’s      an    adult;        We’re working through a checklist;         About        what we know about         her;

      Likes, dislikes, how they might come up in a   situation...

       The suspension...            coming when they do

With      Ahsoka...

  What do we know about her?

   Honestly?

    We know she likes         fighting         (Already in enabler of toxic behavior           -against other living beings)

       We know literally       nothing else about          her

       Except...

      That she’s      perfect...

Re-moving         All      Tension;

  Deal

I’m surprise he just wasn’t like    oh      yeah      sure,”

   [Ditches         with       the money]

    ...         ..

   Oh they’re actually talking   strategy

   Usually it’s just         ‘fuck em’ up            And that’s all             we ever           hear

Er-

Whelp-     Yodi’s    dead

Alas,       Poor      Narc

[assuming he can actually sense     disorder in the ranks]

 Gen.      Leader      Ship.      Tox

 He should know     he shouldn’t be doing that

  Focusing     on him       self

    And        practic        ing     accountability          ....       Constantly     micromanaging           and      checking            in            on             your           peers                   ..            Isn’t           going          to make             them           more           likely           to be       accountable..

        It’s         going            to          piss         them             off              ...

      Your (evident) distrust creating a toxic environment              As you were refused to               trust their   char   -acter

  You can’t give me   respect the guy that was just snooping      (Through the whole   uni-verse)

      That’s           the         point...

         A         dis-turbance          in the force

     Yeah?

     Intruders there will   be

     Okay, bullshit       he can see that

   Like;           Peri-pheral            Okay

    (Still tox that you don’t expect your peers          in a peripheral.          to be able to hold             accountability)

But this is galaxies     away        (Ac-tually.    on    Corousant)

  But.      He         Should        n’t       Know        That-

  ‘The      Narcs    pulling    authority     again,       master,”

  “Shh,       this         is         what         we        train-    I mean groom -        you         for!,”

     “But          You            Said,”

      (Con-tinuing             Earl-ier,)

   [Seriously        I meant to bring it up                                earlier,

             But are they really inhabiting                      Zero the hutt’s                         old hotel]

Like it could just be a Noir hotel

 But the positioning       and location         seem         familiar             . . .

     Tell        me...

    Who          the       frick           is          this?            ?

   “What            you        are      doing      back      there?”

    ...   ..

  Aight...

 Assis      -tance

    God          Lord,           He’s           Try             -ing

        -

    Main     tenance

     If I don’t idea   (who this guy was )or what was going on    then maybe that would make sense

       As it stands,             Nope,

        Crash-               es

        What’s             that?

         ....

       What?

       Seriously.             all he did was put another thing into another thing?

        ???

        ...

      Aww, he actually trusts           Bane..

    Thank you         ...

    Door..

    Techno         Service         ...       Droid

     As in a      “tech      -nical  service droid?          (Rt          (IT)     Tech             Guy?

     Or a technical     assistant         (One made of       tech)?

      (Or one specializing in    techno dance moves?)

     Also   is he supposed to get them      in?

  Is    that thing?

 They-   didn’t     really     establish     much-

 Butler      Droid...

Change?

 Todo...   “You are what I say    you are,”

Roomba- kicker

Also, having a roommate is just straight up       detective fiction...

 Like     buddy-cop detective but still     detective

  With noir,      Which       is supposed to be focused on independence        Dis(trust) in society        Which is       admittedly       (toxic)

   Or         seems          to be

     Those two   themes...

          Directly contra-      dictory

[with   Griev-      ous     they       made       it    work,     But     he   wasn’t      this    -         ]

“Uh,”

You    are    not   “The   Doctor,”       -      [that work      ed as    manif-   estation      Of    Greiv-     Ous’s      Toxic    Be-      Hav       -ior-         And      Human      Want        For        Com-        Pan    Ion-        Ship        -       Or         At        Least-      Vul-          Ner-          Aba-              ili            Ty-           -           This          Guy            -          So far he’s a       n(e)igh        invulnerable       Douche          Bag            -            With           No            -thing          Humane-            -           Not           quite      Ahsoka         levels              -       Intend       -ed           To be          an adult            -          Just-            -            Really needing to go     ham -           On the arrogance            And            inhumanity               (He sold his soul for      money- But makes it look      so good- what                    he                   does-                  Gets a sick       kinda  enjoyment from it,”)

             That’s how you   have,  to pull it off

             As it stands;    there’s      no    emotion     with      this    character

Is   the   robot   supposed to be like his   morality pet?

But he’s a   dick to   him   too

Really   he gets nothing   from me

How do even in the    “I-don’t-feel-anything-I’m-so-edgy-and-cool     look at me!’

  Vibes

   There’s nothing     fun...

   Yeah you can throw all the   ...clichés         you want in there

   [But that doesn’t work       if you don’t use them          properly]

     [I see the team up        with a female bounty       -hunter]

    [Predictable         “I work Alone...]           The only thing          those stories               share

            In minute]

But ‘once the effect of’   ‘wow that’s a lot of things.    Has worn off

 The story and character left   heartless

“Non-of- your       Bus-        iness,”

  Doesn’t have the     cockiness to make it      work

  [this isn’t    power-         Ful-]

    Down       right        ..cringe

      As it tries to shove shove two genres.. .    At least...        That don’t          Quite          .work                ...

        Least not the   way they’re trying to make them     work  

.....

..Today

 It’s noir

 The point is      no one’s          in a    good mood.. ...

Aight,

Wasn’t that-

Also,   shouldn’t      he    know-

 Based on how      open-     She     is-      To un-     veiling        her       mask..

   - -

   Robot

So sh-   ouldn’t she ask the robot to leave the room?

(If it’s such a big deal     to her?”)

   He can just run their       face through a     face scan       no?

 Mid-rim

   I thought he didn’t have a way   in?    [That’s a   pretty pathetic   way in.. .]

    [Palpatine’s      screwing           with            him]

       [Giv           -ing            Him             a          hard          time         and       satis    -iating           -          The    ab-    omin-      ations    desire      for    blood🎵,

    Two      birds,         one       stone,

     Also,       Movie,           That’s           the       wrong      amount         of      planning           for        the      wrong      genre          -        We don’t care how the   bank ro    -bbers      Art      -thieves

      Got           There

       This           isn’t           Heist              -           [Money           Heist,              Not              Terr-              Esc]             Got              It           Wrong              [Pre              dict-                   The                  Plot-]               Last                Time.                -

           The                 Focus              isn’t           Character              building-                  - it’s the                   ‘out of depth                     characters reaction to the                    scenario,’

And the wacky hijinks that    ensue

 Using their   talents...    

   Contrast-      ed against the environment        (Mall        cop        example]     

     Which seems to be the best       fit

   Stealing         the-  Holocron-           -         WHAT WAS THE         PURPOSE-

        Well-                At least they ack          -now-ledged                 Planning          really isn’t part of the subset,

                 Good                    (For them?)

                Aight                    Impossible                     ...

             What are the              emotions?

           [like they              literally.             just through in                   the              “the only place...”

             Why..?

             So quick rehash                    (Sorry                      but I can feel the                        drug                          trip coming through,)

                      (Effects-                             Of                            Dealing-                           With                              (bad) excess character;

                         (Deserts                               Metal...)

                       [Refresh]

                       He has a map of the Jedi temple                            Chip                            (Oh so that’s what that-                              (Isn’t he                            still-)  

                    [Changlin’]

                     Aight

                 Bog

                  [Refresh                        End]

                  [Voice                       acting?

                  [Mouth                         sync]

                      ...                        ..                      Aight

                      ..

                    In                         Tru-

                   Maybe                       take                        the                       teen- off guard duty

                     A thought

                    [but-seriously

                       No high                           Alert?

                        Only these   two..?

                        Info-     -Mation

                      Baggage

Seriously money would be a better   option

                        Or       just    street     cred

                     (Adult) humans,                         Aren’t that Liniar...

                    Any way...

                    East   Tower                          ....

  Well that’s better than some   dusty    old     books        -      Holos

  (Seriously at least that’s   present    baggage.)

  Whelp

   Nobody       notices         this       bullshit!

       On a supposedly          secure a       military          base            ....        ...

      Also in the Mid- day break           fecking           daylight!               (With the         hiest it made sense,                 That was a hostage                 political situation                Meant                  to draw in a huge                                              crowd;

               How?

              Cool                   Alright,

               Hey                   isn’t                   she                supposed                     to                      be                    standing                      still?

                 (Guard)

                  Doing patrols?

                   Like                       no                    emotion,                       Face                     Forward,                    Professiona                  -lism

                Not                 Greeter

             (Didn’t they literally call it       guard duty?)

              Like just say you’re sending her to   library service...

              Assis                  -tance

              Again,                  Wrong                     Field...

              They’d                    be                  talking                     to                    the                  library                   helper                    (Official)                      Con-

                 Bother

Not   how a   child   reacts Tally   Of      How   Many      Times      Ahsoka-       Is      Adult         -ify        Ied-         2/3  

   Cite;      Asoka       shows    intentional       over involvement      instincts        more       befitting          of          an          adult            ....

     Good

     Fully    understand        able      reaction          (Kinda)

    (Don’t          yell         at       children)

      Don’t      over involve       yourself             in          the          future            ....

    (But if you’re an        over-         involv         ed         and           (un-)childlike       abomination              (Getting          shoved             for              this                is               likely                 going                  to               happen)

              Dude was actually nicer than       an adult

             Enabler

             (Rule                    Of                    Excess                   Society;                    While                   excess                  verbalization                         is                      ex-                  pected,                   Getting                   in                     someone’s                   way                    (non-sport                        Ing-)                         (Or con     -ferr       ed-)            U-pon

                       Is                          not,                            Attemp                          ting                            to                          move                           them                             away                               the                           customary                                five                              times                                is                            expected)

                            Aight,

So the librarian was right there as     she     harassed        her     client)

    (Not saying;           But           you should get involved        in tox that doesn’t involve you)

      Just don’t         think that would excuse           Her         from ire

      “I can’t do anything right,”

Tally   Of     How   Many     Times     Ahsoka-      Is     Adult        -ify       Ied-       3/4

 Cite;      Child         -ren          Aren’t aware of      self        Ahsoka would repeat a line      blank       -ly

   “Likely      ‘sorry’

   Then back   away

  [Or      the      or     dered    rea       ction-)

    Aight

   Whelp

   Yes

   Just at the librarian be the      pro tag

(She’s      Tox        But..    .        Less         Tox..    ...

   But           Still..

  [Make         [Better]   Pro-ta  g        Than      Ahsoka           ]     

   In..   ...

  That’s a        library   computer..

   You      need        a      pass-        word.       -    The     robot-

   How?

  -

  What?

  Weak     Point?

  You know for     Boomer bait         They      mis-construe        How the library        works a lot

     [I know           -Hav-             Ing            Dealt-]

       Talk-ing            in the            library,

         Is pretty           off

         Like there’s        a reason people are encouraged            to go into the hallway             to take phone calls

          Loud

         These are the guys that value    meditation

          Dude.     Would be shushed       By   Several     irate      Jedi          ...  

    Told to     take it      outside          ...      ...

   I-

[I feel bad   For the Roomba]

[like dude, gaslights him      and then takes       his memory]

Like, Adults      Out     of     it.   ...

  But      ...Droids

   [we don’t know much about the       sentient ones     Or how much   senti ence]

    But          this         whole       scene...

    Makes me feel     dirty

    Like;       it’s played     for humor

    When;       it should be played            to how much         a bastard           this guy               is

      Screw-   ing         with       anything-  

       Like            That              ...  

      Toxic            ...    

      Sick..

  How?

     Aight..

    What.         .

    Re-          Cyc

    Why?         ... ..

Kenobi

Jump-ing coincidence

     [i’m con   -clusion]

       Damn,        the narc

         [No one   tell him   anything]

   [Might       fake         a       heart       attack]

    Comm.

     [How half assed is         Yoda’s peripheral?]

     Venti -lation

  -That’s        Smart-

   Almost       -Too             -Smart-

        👍  

  -Tower

    High         Alert

   Place            the       Temple        -

    Wasn’t, already?

    Left it undone

   Way to go     smart     guy           -      Cool        -        But      kinda    pointless..

 Aight-       Never mind

  I-  Might’ve       Been      Wrong-

 Al right

[Seriously,   no one hears this?]

 [In most heist movies      they at least had the    intelli-     gence-

    [No hate       -villains can be stupid]

  Do you some small well           re-lativel unknown library

   [or at least not the one     at the place they were robbing]

   Because everyone would      recognize that the actions occurring match up to what he’s describing         And the description        Of their       building.]

   Aight

   Neat-

   Past

  Whelp-

  Aight-

  Shred-          (Un-acc         Oun         T-able)

     K-Pop

     Well        that’s            a       name...

    Whelp..

Cool.. ..

Bane    ...

Whole..     temple

   And I heard you very          obviously        plotting...  

   So...  you’re getting kicked

Also he could be possibly looking up     intruders plans.. ...

Like pretty one dimensional     opinion    of on ‘High Alert’, lady

  [Especially       for a         librarian.]

Thank    you

 Whelp...

  There went my expectations

   Also,     Every Jedi leaving the library didn’t notice that that     shit?

   Like,  they didn’t have guard’s ready to apprehend him 

   ...On the           Other              Side?

         Okay...

         You just           moved her...

         Do you know this could’ve been an episode             with a lot of emotional depth              Showing how terrifying adults that abuse children can be             adults that            swear to have their interest in heart               And how overinvolvement               Is harmful              regardless of who it’s coming from                (Neglect- of child-                   And - accoun                       tability)                   Working off the                “blank line”,                 ‘I can’t do             anything right,’                    And the Jedi                -Council’s treatment of                   her                “Foreshadow                   -Ing,”                    (I use              that word              loosely)   

            Their            down-                fall

             Instead                     we                got                  this-

           And              he just abandons            the computer-

     Aight,             Just contin          -ued on - with          -out his         instruction

       Despite          see-ing           how bad           that          went.       Al-right

     Okay-

    Aight

    Really?

   Without    instructions?

   .

   In

    Calls       friend

     You were               fine       without him       the last few        seconds              .....

      “Give-”

   Not gonna      question that?

      “Voice-”

       She’s            a changling..

            “Now,”

          Hidden

          You’re              in a vent?

           Oh, Skywalker has           immediate            intuition               ...

           And a breech           didn’t somehow sound off alarms

          Yeah. .             Good..thing you didn’t close up the thing              ..

        Whelp..

        How?

       Okay. .

      Shame..           they didn’t get a hold of a force sensitive         kid             (I- don’t want it to       happen)

       Just-

      .. .

   .. Here

     Hurry          I can         Hear..       .        Bull-        Shit         .

   You have rocket boots        they have the force

    You shouldn’t         hear shit-

   Sur-prisingly,         No Ahsoka

     Good

    The lower       the counter stays..   

       The        better          for       humanity

 [and my      brain]

   [Vent]

   Seriously,       you didn’t tell your       partner?        About the Jedi on       High Alert?

   Ser-          Force-

   How deep         is that        thing?

   [Aight,          Pat-

    You’re telling me they still haven’t figured out the        Holocron?

     We only           saw-

     Shouldn’t one of you go one way and the        other go the other?

    To cover     more ground?

    They’re-        Really       putting       a lot      of faith-

In the   Comms

  Also shouldn’t there be more   Jedi crawling over the place?

   Seriously,         it’s just these two?

     [We know Plo       isn’t doing anything important.]

    [We saw       him near the opening?]

    And        Kid Fisto..

     Heck...          Is   everybody else doing?

    A-ight

   “Closer,”

    Shouldn’t it be      ..further

     Archive..     [Library]         Comms?

     Got it-

     Whelp..

      Okay..

      Not, putting up that       door,

      What are you         smiling about?

      There’s plenty of lasers

     And      you don’t even know        where the thing       you’re looking for               is

           (Inside the compartment)

      ....

   Aight

   Might- not have been a   smile-

    Look for       the open         vent   

    (Dude clum-           Un-          Acc             ountable)

       With             Vents

        Also look at all these        assholes standing around          doing nothing

  Also, no one’s going to check up on the child 

  Like, Ahsoka surely got that message      right?

   Temple-

   Deep in the         temple-

   Use-less

      ...

    ‘Cause you’re idiots       who don’t check for open vents           Or cover      more ground?

   Or...  

    [Get, anyone to help you, in this big ass vent,”

   It’s not very hard to see       why.. .

   Ass         -itance

  Ahsoka’s,         not gonna get blamed for this      is she?

   Won-

   Yeah, the narcs      pretty     useless

    Also, why can’t you have the dude just shut off those lasers like he did the rest?

  Done

    Oh, they address it   

     Good,

     Yep,

     How?

     But...

   Okay...   

...

    Okay   

   ....  

    What’re you         still       doing          ...

   Okay,

  What’re        you      doing?

   [Is the Holocron seriously right       there?]

     That’s. lucky

      Weirder               and             Wei-rder

         Hey isn’t your personality        over-written?

           By the               chip?

            Aight

          S-eriously?

         Still              Here?

         On- alert-?

Coin-     cidence?        !

  Augh

    Is that’s seriously the alert?

     Several          minutes-

       No wonder         those guys           were so late...

          ...

       Sense           De-          Cep          Tion

     Po-          S-ing            As            A           Jedi.

       Okay           now         Yoda’s            just         reading             the          death               report

     Jo-casta

     What?

       But           that’s         actually             a           good            idea                -              If shits about to go down you might as well find the person who might hold them accountable instead of letting you get the shit beat out

       Run-

       Serious-ly           shouldn’t she just shout out her name?

       [Like I know                       - High Alert-                     But Ahsoka isn’t going to be much use against a                    Adult...                Either way                                        Might as well   find her [and     scare off the intruder-]

  Also how come     “innocence”        doesn’t get           the same notification

       Did they forget his              wristwatch?

       [Like-            seems important-]

       Who are you?

           Dang                 It?

            You               were             supposed                  to                report                 back!

               Also no one           heard any of this before

           Also; are you going to tell me that AHSOKA, the child   soldier,      Is going to beat this guy       When      the fully trained elderly Jedi got her ass kicked?

   Nah.. .

   “You,”

    Dead

Tally   Of      How   Many      Times      Ahsoka-       Is      Adult         -ify        Ied-           4/5

   3x

-Un-orthodox show of initiative              1x

-Counter          1x

- Surviving this            1x

(4x) 

  Getting her on the           run!

        1x

Tot; 7/8

-Surviv-ing;

   - 1x         - 1x

    -1x

    -1x         -1x

    -1x

    -1x

    -1x

    -1x

   -2x         (I’m tired of counting them        one by one-)

     -2x

     - 2x

     - 2x

     - 2x

     - 2x

    - 

    Er

    Okay

     Whelp

    Aight

    -Right

    Shape

    -Skill

     -Ew

     Whelp

      Okay-

      Where did         your get your skills from?

     Abomination?

     Aw-  

     Todo-

   -Yet

    What-ever

    Butler

    Tech

   Neither         of       which       have     anything        to do         with       ironing        doors        open           ....   

      ....       There       he goes

     Sy-mpathesize-  more with him            than this douche bag even if his          turn does make a little sense

     Aight.

     Whelp

      Finally found that          vent.. .

       Right

       No, he wasn’t

      “Comms,”

        Not            Holo-          Cron

      .....

     Completely un-realistically        

Tally   Of     How   Many     Times     Ahsoka-      Is     Adult        -ify       Ied-        28/29        And         1/2

    (1/2 because referring to the action what respectively doesn’t count as a whole- sin-          It does deserve note that you decided to repeat your bad writing-)

         Jedi

   She       Says-

  (Un       Be        Li       Ev        Able)

 Holo      -cron

 Jedi       To      Open      It     ..  

Okay,   

..   

Up-     To-

 Again, with the   communication     center-!

  Dude, just wanted a   Holo-cron

   (Seriously        that was very tortured      logic,       Think the writers;     just wrote this scene        Then realize but wait       “why are they in the Holocron/             Comm           Cent,?”

     And that’s how        Anakin/Obi-Wan           Obsession with the com      center began...

    [sorry but there was no reason for them to be in the        Com center!

      That I’ve heard!]

   In

   Aight,      What?     What       -ever

   ...  ..

  Wrong-

    Yes

    Com-          Center-

    Ser-iously     even he doesn’t know what’s up

   You   heard      me

  And        my     stupid      plan

    To send you to the     Coms center to justify Obi-wan’s     obsession-

    Craw-          ling

     And we have no reason      to-o

   Why?

    Now!

   Yelling- doesn’t mistake the clear lack of   reason

   What-     ever-

    Right

    That’s one way      to do it

    Really

  Also, how does   -that not-

That was less than   one minute

Also,   but no one else will hear that but   these two      . .

 And they’ll   still progress to the   comm center        ...

“It came from the com center,!”

   How!?

You, guys,

  Comms,       Archives,

   Aight,       Nice

  Com-munication        center-

    Ha-           ha-          ha-    (I’m sorry   but that has come back around      to kinda funny,”

 [something Happens across the     galaxy]

Obi-won; It was the com’s center

—-

Aight,    right, 

...

O-kay

...

How??

 Where?

 Okay      ...

Cloak       Ing?

 What?

[you can’t defy the   rules of logic that much       (Physics)       You need to explain where he went   otherwise it’s a loony tune      Of    sus-    pen    sion-

Okay?

What??

I thought-       the thing-  

....

O-kay

right

Take it,

Which       ,One

 That-

 Right

What-      Ever-

  Aight-

He knews

 What-      Ever

  Don’t call   your eggs

   Move

  Restraint

  Whelp

 Use-less

    Just     There

     Whelp

     Nope-

      Okay-

       He           Try

      [Hey         guys,]

       Off               That’s           some         assumed          authority              over         familiarity..

        Aight..

      Okay,

      They’re really            letting             him             get            away             with              the             story

         Tries-

       What?!

       -When-

      Bomb-  

        Both-

[Also   Mace   Windu        is     still      the       only       semi-efficient      Jedi...

   Asshole !

    (Can’t          make the text bigger enough to display my           outrage!)

   [they      played that off         as humor!]

     That was a scream of death!

     Of         Murder!

   [if that was a sentient-       And my God     it seemed damn close!     Dude was just murdered

   The surprise-        “ I didn’t        see it coming, h        onestly not his fault kind!”

      One that would call for      immediate robotic vengeance!

    * im-mediate    ac-countability

      If sentient,

   What the Hell?!

     That-

     Horror        -        fy-            Ing-

      Oof

“Was        it     sentient?      Crud, I      might       lose        my       least       toxic    credentials

  (           )

   Whelp

    How?

     No        Way-

   A-ight

   Shit

  -shit

- she did     nothing  

   I-

  Call      Sec-

  Whose       that?

    Whelp

     Okay..

     That          Who

    Dys-   functional          family          road         trip             -           War

       No          shit

 Oh wait at           the comment table was by all the other Jedi

       So...

       the whole time Obi-wan was just complaining        he didn’t want to do the job

     Skywalker          agreeing with him...

      And...  wanting to ditch their post

 In chara,

   Just, a little bit funny      when you think about it

  Right,

 You bought            them      all the way         here?

      ...

Also look isn’t the unchild-like abomination adorable when she’s talking about punishing people more severely

Holo-cron

The heck     is a       holocron...

Wait-

 What-

   Why-

   How-

   ??

 Why is this     being allowed to      happen?   -

    ...

  Snitch

[like seriously how is it helping her   case, whatsoever?

Plea     Bar-gin

Aight,

Okay

That was just a completely random target   on his list...

- -

The one accountable adult

Keeper       Kydra      Crystal-

- Holocrons

   Data

     -

   You get out of here         youngling

     Force         Sensitive       Child ?

     Are we really going to get into the        powers        eugenics?             (Or         power        genetic       superiority)

       Also would it be a kin to basically every child or just any child destined for leader ship

   (Like gen       leader ship?)

    Cause..

Also, yeah   good idea keeping that around

And you named...

...

Young’lings

 Future

Oy!     You put that back where,   it came from so help me

Future  

vision

is cheating

In reality,   if you did have that power,    you should keep     your mouth        shut

And it completely negates   the point of a choice based universe

   (Takes all the       risk out of it)

    Making the story     completely useless

    (For the sake of tension       I’m going to ignore        that..)

    Going on the       assumption...

     That’s the Jedi           are just a bunch of          narcs

       Who           like        claiming they know the future

       When in reality only the future              knows the future...

           Worn.                 Them

              Oh so it’s just School    roll call...

    Contact

   You must

Ya no dude’s already a    headstart...

Ahsoka

 Dude,  he just override   the punishment   

  Does he   have the authority to do that?

   [I     don’t     think        so]

 Cad bane

   He      probably isn’t

   And you already know him From the previous episode

    Good for         Obi-won

      Aight

     Mace Windu         don’t give a fuck

      Kid Fisto              disappeared

      And. .       Luminara(?)

       Went to go get a snack....             ?

        I don’t             know

        Yoda

        Got          Overruled

       Aight,           Okay

  .....

     This episode...

         Makes me feel disgusting              Watching                The middle                 At least

           It’s very clearly                 boomer bait...

           The beginning...

          Focus-ing on the           importance of taking orders           (With no                       sarcasm                                   to my understanding,)

       Progressing,               Into, 

             Dah, de, dah,                          Generation                        ____                    doesn’t               understand                  books!

                  *We might  if they got out of our way, let us do our thing, dis-covered and pract-iced excess, on our volition

                   *if we wanted   to

Honestly   convinced.  I should’ve      given       them          a        strike       right       there 

Out     of  

Malicious

 Won’t   (Out of restraint)

But     a   thought   none-       the-  

 less

Being        a     (toxic)      Boomers     Fantasy        in   which    they,      the     all   powerful      all   knowing       adults     must       help       poor     Ig-      nor        -ant       (Child)-

(I’m sorry   this really       disgusts me)

  -with enough initiative            To praise their Brilliance

         (It’s re-ally   di-sgusting)

           This isn’t            seen as an overreach                   Or con-                Des-cion                      Of                       A                     Gen

And gives no   in-dication it recognizes how creepy what it’s doing is

Apart from the lighting in the council room

  *Which       I’m now convinced is permanently broken

    And continues with the assum-ption of a   life-time                       Over the future

     Breaking; the story pretty thoroughly

     And announcing the       return to      mediocrity...

     (Border       -ing on attempt at          lower        standards)

 (Also they playoff the death of a semi-sentient species      For            Humor?

       He          died        screaming!

[boysenberry-starbucks-gremlin]

You May Occupy My Rooming if You Wish

Pairing: Robert/Finn (Gilmore Girls) 

Summary: The night that Logan brings Rory to the Life and Death Brigade event gets a little complicated when the group realizes that only a set number of tents were put up and someone has to give their’s up for Rory to use. Robert offers for Finn to share with him.

Hi, nobody seems to accept this as a ship but Nick and Tanc are best friends and while I love and appreciate Colin/Finn (which also does not have a wide enough range of fics), I think we are missing the amazing opportunity to feed off of their dynamic! So here I am, willing to carry this ship on my own. But also, y’all have no idea how hard writing without Es is.

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Finn may not like the act of actually getting to the event, but he knew it was worth it. The second he’s out of the van, he’s grabbing his lantern and running off with the others down the path towards the tents. While Colin is great to hang out with at these events, he tends to wander off with some girl before the night is over. There is one person, however, who rarely wanders off who he has his eyes out for and once he spots him he is by his side in an instant.

“Hello, Darling. What are we playing this evening?”

At the sound of Finn’s unmistakable accent, Robert turned around with a wide smile. “Across your lips shall no twist of D and F pass.” 

“Oh, we’re doing E this time,” Finn said with a smirk.

“Finn! What did I just say?” 

Finn patted his shoulder. “Pick a easier letter next time and maybe I’ll do it. E requires too much thinking, Darling.” 

Robert moved his head from side to side on contemplation, attempting to decide if he should fight him on the matter or not. “Want a drink?”

“Do I need air to breathe?”

Robert excused himself from the small group of men he had been speaking with before Finn had arrived. When both men had drinks in their hands they wandered around, stopping to chat with small groups, Robert passing around the idea of his letter game to those who he knew would be interested. 

Before long, Robert was invested in a conversation that Finn would have had trouble following sober, but found impossible to follow with the drinks he had drank so far, despite the event just barely beginning. He excused himself for food, promising to bring something back for Robert as well.

Logan grabbed his arm and pulled him aside. “So, I just did a sweep of the tents-,”

“Oh, thank God, you’re using Es,” Finn cut him off.

Logan rolled his eyes. “Listen. I already gave Rory a tent, she’s still in there now. But someone has to give their’s up; we’re a tent short. Would you be willing to bunk with someone tonight?”

Finn sighed and nodded. “Yeah, I’ll see if Colin will put me up.”

“Thanks, you’re the best Finn, I owe you one.”

“No, problem, Mate,” he called as Logan walked away. He slowly made his way back towards Robert. He was considering if he really wanted to bunk with Colin. He was great, he was Finn’s best friend. But he snored so loudly, Finn knew he wouldn’t get any sleep that night if he went with Colin. 

“Did thought of food abandon your mind, Finn?” Robert asked as he looked up to see his friend with his hands still only holding his almost empty drink.

“Oh, yeah, sorry. I forgot. Have you seen Colin?” 

Robert smirked. “I think Colin just slipped into his rooming with Alyssa.”

“Great,” Finn sighed. Maybe he could convince Alyssa later to give him her tent but he knew that wasn’t fair. 

Robert tilted his head slightly before excusing himself and pulling Finn to the side. “What’s wrong?”

Finn sighed again and took another drink from a table nearby. “Logan gave Rory my tent so I need a place to crash tonight and I was going to ask Colin but he is preoccupied with Alyssa tonight. So I might have to resign myself to sleeping under the stars.” Finn knew he was being dramatic, but he was Finn. If he wasn’t dramatic, people would think something was wrong with him. Especially Robert.

“You may occupy my rooming if you wish.” 

Finn looked up, only then realizing he had had his gaze glued to the ground. “A- are you sure? You don’t have to.”

“I insist; my rooming. You cannot night out in dark woods tonight.”

This was not the first time Finn has noticed how kind Robert is to him. How willing he is to lend a hand to him when he needs one. That’s part of why Finn insists on spending the majority of his time at these events with him, because he knows he’ll be listened to and not brushed off as a dramatic drunk - which he is and Robert knows that. It was also not the first time Finn found himself re-recognizing his feelings for the man standing before him. He couldn’t ignore it, no matter how hard he tried. Two years of knowing the man and the signs had yet to go away. 

The way his hands slightly shook when he hands Robert a drink after he’s just made a joke. The way his breath catches when he mimics his accent calling him “darling,” the way Finn does to everyone. The way his heart raced at the simple thought of sharing a tent with him that night.

His body and soul had recognized it long before his brain had time to catch up. Before his brain had known, it was easier to hide it. But now he always had to keep himself on a leash at these events. He wasn’t typically one to blabber when drunk but one could never guess what his heart would decide to speak around Robert.

"Thanks, Mate. I really appreciate it." Finn's voice betrayed him ever so slightly, wavering the words, wishing to be saying something else. Anything else. Saying what he deep down had always wanted to say.

But with a pat on the shoulder and a smaller word of reassurance, Robert was gone. Finn was left in the shadows of the event, a drink in his hand, and a pain in his chest he had never felt before with no idea how to rid it.

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It was late into the night, or possibly very early morning, when Robert had stumbled into the tent. Finn had been up, staring at the fabric above him thinking. Their tent was on the outskirts of the event, leaving the surrounding area to become quiet earlier than the rest.

Robert, not able to see Finn's eyes in the darkness, attempted to stay quiet. However, in his tipsy state he managed to trip and run his leg into some object that he hadn't seen previously and gave a small pathetic yelp.

"You alright?"

There was a small gasp followed by a moment of silence. "You're awake?"

"You're using Es again." Finn smirked and finally turned his head to see the man standing in the center of the tent.

They stared at each other for a long moment. Finn felt it lasted for ages, Robert that it didn't last nearly long enough.

When the silence became too unbearable, and Finn finally noticed that Robert was swaying on his feet as he stood there, he sat up on the cot. "You can sleep up here, I'll take the floor. I was just up here until you came back."

Snapping out of his apparent trance, Robert shook his head, only making himself more dizzy. "No," he mumbled through the waves of sickness he felt. "No, you take the cot. I'll be fine on the floor."

"Or-," Finn began but quickly cut himself off. That was a stupid idea and he knew it. However, he had little faith that Robert held the same feelings for him so should he offer, nothing would seem amiss. Just two friends, which is what they were. No more, no less.

"Or we could share the cot," Robert jumped in quickly. "We should both fit just fine. So long as you don't kick me in your sleep."

"I can't make any promises, Darling. I don't know what I do in my sleep," Finn chuckled.

Robert chuckled and stood staring at him again. 'Its the alcohol in him,' Finn told himself but he wished that wasn't true.

"I love when you say that, you know?" Robert finally spoke, his voice just barely above a whisper. Finn tilted his head, unaware of what he meant. "'Darling,'" Robert clarified. "The way you say it, its," he gestured vaguely with his hand as he fumbled for the word, "flawless."

Finn laughed. "I think that purely has to do with my accent." He was perfectly aware that most of the charm he manages to put on other's has to do with his accent and he takes pride in that. However, he feels odd being complimented on something he couldn't change and had no control over.

"No, no. Its not just the accent, though your accent is gorgeous," Robert said, still staring straight at Finn, only moving in the slightest when he was dizzy. He was more dizzy from lack of sleep than alcohol but the latter had a slightest of effect on him. "Its the way you say. With such intention. Like you really care about who you're saying it to. Even when its Rory, or Colin, or-," he took a breath and shifted his weight between his feet, finally breaking his gaze to look down at the ground, "me."

Finn searched for the right thing to say. 'Of course I care about you,' crossed his mind. But then again, he did also care for Colin, and even Rory though he'd hardly really met her. Finn had a habit of caring for everyone. Robert knew that too.

Finn took a breath. "Why don't you come sit down. You're gonna fall over if you stand there long enough."

Robert complied, taking a seat on the cot next to Finn. He was still wearing his coat, though his boots had been abandoned on the floor. 'That must of been when he had tripped on to hit his leg earlier,' Finn thought.

They were sitting dangerously close in both their opinions but neither really wanted to change that so they both stayed quiet, staring at each other. Finn's hair, always the curly mess, had become even more tossed throughout the night and a small piece at the top was sticking almost straight up. Robert chuckled softly and reached up to settle it back down.

It was the alcohol's fault for what happened next. At least, that's what both of them told themselves in that moment.

The second Robert's hand touched his hair, Finn was leaning into the touch, like a kitten to its owner. Finn's eyes fell closed and he let out a soft sigh that Robert almost hadn't caught. Robert kept his fingers in the other boy's hair for a long second before Finn came to his senses and jerked away from him.

"I'm sorry," they both said in unison.

Finn felt that they would become the best at staring contests if this night continued any longer. Robert's hand was still held in the air, like he was afraid that if he lowered it he would never get another chance to replace it where it had been moments before.

"We should go to sleep," Finn spoke, his voice cracking slightly.

"Why?"

Finn sighed. "Because I've had too much to drink today and so have you. Neither of us know what we're doing right now." He knew that wasn't true.

Finally, Robert's hand lowered. Only, instead of going to his lap with his other hand, he grabbed on of Finn's, gentle enough that Finn could have pulled away if he really wished to, but firm enough to show his intent.

"You haven't had anything to drink in hours, you're plenty sober. I hold my liquor impeccably well and have the clearest head I've had in a long time. This has nothing to do with alcohol, and you know it." And there was again, gazing into Finn's eyes.

Finn shifted, not knowing where to go from this point. He used his free hand to reach up and fix the collar of Robert's jacket, he eyes break the gaze to look at what he was doing. When he looked back up, his hand still on the collar, he could distinctly see that Robert's gaze was no longer on his eyes and Finn decided that he didn't care if this was because of liquor or not anymore.

Gripping the jacket, he pulled Robert to him quickly and roughly and pressed his lips against Robert's. He hardly allowed time for Robert to respond before he was pulling away, a look of awe on both their faces.

A few heavy breaths passed between them before Robert's free hand found it's way back into Finn's curly mop of hair and it was Finn's turn to be pulled in.

This kiss lasted longer than the first, something both boys were grateful for. Robert could feel Finn's hand shaking in his and held him tighter. Neither really believed it was happening but they were there and they were holding onto each other like life lines.

When Robert got his fingers caught in a knot in Finn's hair, the Australian flinched away with a hiss of pain and Robert whispered an apology. Finn just smiled and shook his head, resting his forehead on Robert's shoulder, attempting to calm his breathing.

"How long have you wanted to do that for?" Robert asked, his breath heavy and hand still playing with Finn's curls.

Finn huffed out a laugh. "I have no idea. Too long. You?"

"Oh I don't know," he paused a moment, counting quietly under his breath," a year and a half.

Finn lifted his head and stared bemused at Robert. "A year and a half?"

"A party of Logan's. You had just beat me at pool and you were being your normal annoying self and gloating. And you called me 'Darling' for the first time. I had only heard you call women that until then. If I hadn't gone with a date I probably would have found a way to get you out of that apartment with me."

"Would have saved us both a lot of heartache if you had, Darling," Finn admitted.

Robert felt a chill at the pet name and noticeably shivered. Finn couldn't help but smirk at it.

And then they pulled each other back in, Robert taking more care with Finn's hair and Finn not caring that he was wrinkling the other's jacket by gripping so hard. Neither really knew when it had happened because all their focus was on the other's lips and hands but Robert had moved onto his back, Finn using his elbow to hold himself up over him.

When Finn realized their position, he broke away, though he took a moment to appreciate the sight before him. "Okay," he breathed out, "we need to stop."

"Wow, the over-sexualized-Finn wants to stop? Never thought I'd see the day," Robert whispered with a chuckle.

"That's different." Finn rested his forehead against Robert's with a sigh. "You're not a one-night-stand. I don't want you to be."

"And I don't want to be."

"Good. Then we need to stop because if we don't talk about this before hand, that might be where it leads. Just- just sleep on it. We'll talk about it in the morning." Finn was regretting every word he spoke as they left his mouth. Its not that he didn't trust Robert, he didn't trust himself not to bail when his nerves got too high. It was easier with women. They were fairly easy to charm and please, he understood women. But Robert was so different. He'd be a challenge. A welcome one, of course, but a challenge nonetheless.

Robert nodded, bringing Finn’s hand which was still locked with his up to kiss lips and pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles. “If you want to wait to talk about it, we’ll talk. I’m not going anywhere.”

After a few softer kisses and a quick look at Robert's watch which read 3 am, the two decided it was time to sleep before the big event the next day.

Finn laid with his back to the tent wall, facing Robert who had taken to nuzzling his nose into Finn's hair which he insisted smelled of vanilla. Finn, who had not slept soundly in years, had never slept better.

In the morning, Finn woke to soft sunlight coming through the edges of the tent, the annoying drill of Robert's watch's alarm, and the steady thump of Robert's heart beat. The last of which he found the most pleasant.

Robert groaned and moved to silence his watch. When he felt Finn shift on top of him, he chuckled softly, but it was deep and perfect to Finn from where his ear was still pressed to his chest.

"So," Robert's voice was groggy with sleep, "I suppose last night wasn't a dream."

Finn gave his own chuckle and leaned up to give Robert a soft kiss. "Better than a dream, Darling."

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Help me come up with a ship name for them. One rule: it cannot contain the letter E. Robert would be disappointed if it did. Next fic....them telling the group about them? Possibly? Idk. 

[muatyland]

Segnalazione "Amici davvero" di Sigh Tanc

Segnalazione "Amici davvero" di #SighTanc

Sinossi

C’è un posto che è solo loro, delle ragazze e dei ragazzi di questa storia. È un parchetto di Roma, la Roma di oggi, con le panchine, il prato e il bar dove passano le giornate a superare casini, a parlare della maturità che sta arrivando. Uno di loro rischia di non essere ammesso all’esame, uno viene insultato solo perché la sua famiglia non è italiana. Il più piccolo viene preso di…

[xxeyelessxx]

[the-house-of-the-nine]

In Depths Below: Midnight Hour, Part 3

(To give an accurate description of what the dialogue in this story would sound like in your head.  Imagine a conversation happening between Quint [From “Jaws”] and Sylvester the Cats son Junior [Looney Tunes, and he is just a higher pitched version of Sylvester for anyone curious.] As that is in fact both of their voice claims, enjoy!)

In the third week leading up to Lazarius being taken by the mercenaries and House Kash’ebahl falling into ruin, it would be the coordinated efforts of the members of the Nine leading the charge to extract a carefully planned revenge on the parties responsible.   Magister Dawnseeker had begun this assault by taking from them their precious Inquisitor, whether he realized it or not he was declaring open war on not only the house in question, but the Nine.  Each of the members of the order had their mission.  They were to deal with a particular member of the eleven magisters in question, leaving together but toward different places they would carry out their plan to eliminate the threat.  This was their Midnight Hour, on the hypothetical doomsayer clock, they were four minutes til…

“If ah have tah listen tha’ gods be damned ‘flesh is burning’�� song one more time.  Ah’m gonnae have tah toss yah off this cart into the next vent shaft.” 

Brox was a rather crass and miserable dwarf.  When it came to measuring dwarves it was common place to use a yard stick, or some other device that capped out at about a meter and a half.

“Even burnin’ ya alive, ah would doubt ah’d be rid o’ yah.”

The gritty and somewhat outspoken Dark Iron dwarf was leading an old and somewhat mangy looking mule through the barely visible roads of Searing Gorge.  It was pulling a floppy, beaten and run down wagon with a pair of mismatched wheels and a grinding squeak that was only barely better than listening to the gnome.  On the side of the cart in a crude penmanship were the handwritten words,

“W.W M.D Miracles, Cures, Tonics & Hot Lunches.” 

The pair of them were parading around somewhere in the middle of the Searing Gorge as an organized traveling medical practitioner, who for some reason also offered a meal with their service.  That thought slowly wormed its way back into the brain of the dark iron and he let out a furiously painful groan.

That was a conversation that took them nearly an hour to resolve.  He could still hear the little gnome insisting that every patient deserves a balanced lunch.  He groaned again while his other hand pressed a thumb and finger into his burning orange red eyes.

When it came to measuring attitudes though, by far, Dark Irons were renowned for being the grumpiest and the most miserable of the lot.   Brox was just that. 

He was shifty, he was angry and most importantly he was severely challenged when it came to having any type of pleasant conversation that may result in a joyous affair.  It was remarkable how even the slightest of comments could send him into a swear spilling, whirlwind of obscenities and saliva.  There was very little that actually brought a smile to his face.

Of course there were some things.  Gambling for starters, women were another.  These Ren’dorei were the stuff dreams were made of.  He had several pin-up calendars that were posted all over his dorm.  Thinking about them would always bring a tug at his grizzled cheeks. 

Drinking was a given here, dwarves were notorious drinkers.  Able to put down even the strongest liver in a matter of hours.  Though not as much these days, Brox had taken a bit of a break from his ale consumption when a curious Lightforged Draenei mistook him for a large pudgy gnome by mistake.  After the tussle and day and half in the stockades, he was determined to make a new years resolution regarding a bit of weight loss.

“All tha way since Dun Morogh. . . ah’m startin’ tah lose meh patience Doc.  Startin’ tah. . . what the ‘ell am ah sayin’?”

He would laugh to himself and tug the reins a bit.  He was of course speaking out loud.

“Ah’ve long since lost meh patience... and ‘ave slowly started driftin’ toward murder. . .they would never find yah ‘ere. . . ”

Brox was of course referring to the pint sized companion sitting beside him in the cart.  That little nightmare was of course none other than the illustrious, the magnificent, the astounding; these were of course the only monikers he went by, Westley P. Whistletorque.  Brox and Whistletorque had been on the road for several days already.  Choosing to hop the tram leading from Stormwind Keep to Ironforge just a mere few hours after receiving their mission from Pyravari Kash’ebahl. 

This was more so on the urging of the little doctor more than anything.  He was eager to impress the Harbinger.  Something about the way she smacked people around.  Her gruff and wicked ways, her strong powerful choke holds.  The little gnome never fancied elven women but for some reason the undead liche queen was something he could never get out of his mind. 

Of course he knew all about her affair with Koltun, it didn't seem to bother him.  She was of course allowed to have other gentlemen suitors in her life; but delusional as he was, he’d always see himself as her number one fellow.

“Would you sth-top your complaining!”  squeaked the little gnome.

“Wah-wah wah,  this-th cart hurt-sth my ass-th, this-th snow is-th much too cold, this-th mule wont pull hard enough. . .”

“This gnome won’t shut the fu-” Brox began.

“Would you look at that!”  Whistletorque brazenly interrupted as he peered up over the horizon at the massive peek of Blackrock Mountain. “Ain’t it jus-th marvelous-th, ain’t it jus-th a bute!”

“Aye, it’s ah large angry mountain tha’ spits fire an’ lava an’ big ol’ hot rocks that crush wee little gnomes.  Perhaps you’d like tah get ah closer look, Doc?”

Brox veered the mule a bit off to the left of the trail they were following to avoid a sloppily paved road hole.  The dark irons that lived out here were not exactly keepers of the kings road.  The could care less if the ground ate itself.  Brox was used to it though. 

Before leaving this miserable place, he’d been a commanding general in the Twilight Hammer Cult.   Those days were long since past him, and he was fiercely loyal to Lazarius and The Nine now, but prior to Deathwings fall and the loss of the Bastion of Twilight, he was a devout Hammer follower.

“I’m fairly c-thertain that s-thitting here and obs-therving from a dis-th-tance will s-thuffice, thank you Mis-thter Sulfin.”

“Urgh. . .” Brox let out a painful sigh as he listened to the gnome. “...gods below yah voice is like listenin’ tah two corehounds gnawin’ on ah pipe organ. . . how da yah do it?  How do yah survive? Ah’m shocked yah even still alive. . .”

“I get by. . .Not by mis-thtake either!”  the gnome guffawed as his shrill and irritating laugh pierced the silence of the cart.  It was only surmounted by the rumbling of thunder at the summit of the mountain and of course the sounds from deep below the surface.

The pair of them would sit quietly for once in their trip as the fumbling, moronic actions of the gnome began to dig through his little doctors bag for a certain item.  What was he looking for?

Brox would peer over just in time to nearly miss another road hole, as it shook the cart and nearly sent the two of them flying from just that small nudge, he would growl and snarl a gruff tone.

“What are ya doin, we just ate about an hour ago!”

Whistletorque chortled softly into his medical bag, remarking about not wanting food or anything of the sort, but removing the picture from the meeting just days prior when they’d left The Bastille.

Pyravari did the same thing with the next image, her magics levitating it upward in a shadowy tendril to reveal a red-headed elf with the same, intense gaze as the previous.

“Magister Sinafel. A wizard of fire – destructive and immune to most magics that are not elemental or otherwise ‘natural.’ He is in Searing Gorge in a hideout along the caves in The Cauldron on the eastern side. Whistletorque and Brox, you will both dispatch this one. I am certain Brox will be able to traverse that region with ease thanks to his knowledge of that area.”

“S-thinafel.”  the little gnome said softly as he gazed at the photograph. “He sure is a S-thpindly looking fellow is-thint he?”

Brox would only turn and glance at the photograph for a brief moment.  He knew what the elf looked like and it was not of much concern to him how thin or fat he was.  He was dead, that was the one thing that the dark iron knew would be a fact in the next few days.  Depending of course; when they found him and got out of this horrible place.

“Ah’ve seen him. Don’t care.  Ugly dead or alive.  Just need to get there and do our job.”

“You know, I’ve s-theen some ugly looking elfs-th in my day but this-th one takes-th the cake for sure.”  Whistletorque said as his voice trailed only for a moment as he began to think further on his own sentence.

“S-thpeaking of cake, you know what I abs-tholutely love?”

“Cake. . . “ Brox said in the most begrudgingly awful draws he could possibly make.  He knew answering the gnome was a mistake, but not answering him was an even worse one. 

“How’d you guess-th?” replied the gnome as his shrill cackle whirled around the cart like a siren squealing from an alarm-o-bot.

“Pound cake, Round Cake. . . fat, fluffy cake.  Cake with those fun little s-thprinkles on top. . .Cake on top of cake. . . s-thmelly cake. . .”

Brox was silent for only a moment as the sound of his counterpart rattling on about pastries caused him to growl after each new sentence.  This was of course culminating into one loud and frustratingly spent groan which trailed off into the distance as the two continued to cart along.

Several Hours Later. . .

Brox, Whistletorque and the Donkey were perched on a cliff face just on the boarder of where Searing Gorge met the surrounding lands.  It was a quaint little hovel nestled into the rock formations with just the right amount of cover, but also; the right amount of natural trapping, The Cauldron.

Brox; if anything, was a master of these lands.  Having lived here for his entire adolescent life leading up to his departure and abandonment of The Alliance.  The one thing he knew was that the elf and his posse were now in the perfect place for an ambush. 

There were no hopes of finding salvation in such a harsh and forgiving landscape.  The closest Horde settlement was the remains of Kargath out in the Badlands but getting there would prove a greater challenge now more than ever due to the fact that the Dark Irons had allied with the Alliance formally.  This meant the neutral or hostile checkpoints which were only once half manned were now heavily reinforced as checkpoints for the King. 

Sinefel would not be waltzing through them without losing something, a limb perhaps.  If that were to be the case, then it would have just made their job even easier. 

“Alrigh’, we go in slow an’ steady, you lead and ah’ll follow, flash ‘em tha smile, do the song and dance, go into your routine, and before yah know it. . .we’ll be back in Ironforge ‘avin a pint before supper.”  whispered the dwarf as he peered over toward his companions.

“That is eas-thy for you to s-thay, I’m the one that has-th to be the showman.  You get to jus-tht s-thit there and watch. . .”  replied the gnome.

The donkey would bray once.

“Oh so yah think ah’m incapable of bein’ the star?” Brox snapped looking toward the gnome.

“Think? Incapable? HA!”  the little pink fluff ball grumbled. “I think, you can barely pass-th as a dwarf as it is, thank goodness-th for the s-thmell!”

The donkey would slowly begin to munch on the pack of the little gnome nearby as it brayed again.

“Wha- why you ungrateful little shit smear!” Brox flopped off of his tummy; as difficult at it would sound, in order to get onto his knees and kickstand himself onto his feet. “Ah’m. . . ah’m the one. . . Ah’m the. . .”

“Careful pudgy, don’t s-thrain a musthcle.” the gnome wittingly retorted as he watched him struggle.  On the other hand, he had no difficultly getting to his feet.

“Shut-the-fu--” Brox would be promptly interrupted by another donkey bray.

“S-thee, he agrees with me too.”  Whistletorque said as his stubby coated arms cross over his own portly gut.

“He is a donkey, he doesn’t ‘ave an opinion!” Brox snarled finally getting to his feet and adjusting his leathers and boots. “Listen ‘ere!”

The gnome remained standing there silent, his crossed arms still resting against his pudginess.  A slow moving hand would offer its way toward the dwarf as if to say ‘go on’.

“Ah’m the one who drives tha cart.  Ah supplied the goods, and ah’m the navigator.”  he sympathetically stood there waiting for some sort of gratitude.  The gnome was silent as he explained his stance on the topic.

The only sound heard would be another bray from the donkey.

“Cram it!” Brox shouted. “Nobody asked you!”

Whistletorque started to laugh again as he turned and made his way back toward the cart which was parked just behind them on the trail head leading down to where the elf had made camp. 

“You know, its a good thing he’s here, for what its worth.  Every good doctor needs-th a half witted, disheveled, even incompetent companion to help make himself look more intelligent by comparison.”

Brox would do the same thing, grabbing the reigns of the donkey in order to lead him back toward the wagon.  As he was saddling him back up, he would have to pry the doctor bag from his mouth. 

“You shouldn’t talk about ol’ Hammy like tha’, he’s ah good mule.” he said tightening the straps to his bridle.

“I was-th talking to him. . . “ replied the gnome.

Brox didn’t miss a beat.  Simply made his way toward the drivers side of the cart, hoisted himself up into the seat and promptly hurled the bag of the little gnome as hard as he could off the edge of the cliff face.  The sound of it spilling and dropping its contents down into the ravine were amplified ten fold due to the silence between the two of them.

“You’re abos-tholuely des-thpicable. . . “.

A few moments later. . .

After some careful planning, a bit of tidying up and of course; the grand flare of everything, installing the mechanical whirling gizmo that sat atop the magnificent wobbling cart.   Whistletorque and Brox descended upon the camp of the Magister known as Sinafel with the intention of murdering him in cold, unprovoked fury.  But first they’d have to make their grand introduction.

As they waltzed through the pass leading to the small outcrop, the two riders and their majestic donkey would all grow silent.  The one thing they needed to remember was that these people were elves.  This was not a force of Stormwind soldiers, it was not a group of rogue dwarves out having an evening drink.  These were magisters, and even more specifically, these were an intelligent excavating and archeological group of magisters.

They were here studying the effects of magma, lava, fire and tectonic shifting.  They were here to learn about the massive mountain.  They were here to gain knowledge and power.  They were not here to be bothered by a gnome and dwarf riding a donkey cart, trying to appeal to their sense of flare and flamboyancy would be imperative.

The swirling gizmo continued to turn on top of the wagon like a spinning windmill as the pair grew closer to the two guarding elves at the entrance of the camp.  Brox was wearing a beautiful violet silken top hat, his goggles; just the riding type, were covering his glowing red eyes.  And his beard combed neatly and respectively, it fell against the crushed velvet of his leisure suit.

Westley was wearing a white lab coat and his usual magnification goggles.  His pink tufts of hair on either side of his head were combed outward in the most glorious way and the smile he brandished was beaming as bright as the sun.

The two guarding elves were poised at the entrance of the camp in Silvermoon Cities finest garments.  The golden and crimson colors vibrant against the stale cinder ash that caused the visibility of the area to always have an odd orange hue.

  As they watched this ridiculous pairing grow closer, one of the elves would put their hand outward and pointed toward the cart.  Both the drivers would realize the flame that ignited in the palm.  While the other elf would raise a glaive of some sort, looking much like that of the royal guard.

“That is as far as you both shall go.  Report your name or we will open fire.  This is protected land claimed by the Horde and Silvermoon City and you are trespassing.”  exclaimed the elf holding the handful of fire.

Suddenly the sound of something marvelous would echo against the heavy stone walls of the entire cavernous pass.  It was trumpets blaring, it was the sound of a snare drum rolling into a military style rhythmic beat, a bass drum keeping tempo and what sounded like banjo or some string instrument being played along side a small high pitched fife.

The rear of the cart exploded with a vibrant thud as the large door fell downward and suspended itself horizontally out the back.  It was a mechanical band, like that of an entertainment restaurant fully equipped with animatronics a plenty, using the door as their makeshift stage.  They were only about the size of the gnome riding in the cart but they were playing the music beautifully.

A small robotic pair of orcs were sitting side by side, one with the snare drum and the other hitting the large bass drum with a rubber mallet.  The dwarf playing the banjo was missing a hand, but it was clear it didn't matter because he could some how strum without it. 

Beside them was a beautiful; save for the fact that she was missing her lower jaw and part of her ear, elven female playing the fife.  And right in the back behind her was a troll blowing what appeared to be a long object looking like a plunger, this would have been where the missing trumpet probably went.

Fireworks then burst from the whirling gizmo as the music continued to blare.  Streams of blue and red, and yellow and pink came whizzing out of the top of each of the spindles that spun about.  This only caused the device to spin out of control even faster and create a rainbow effect on the cart.

“Gentlemen! I bid you good morning!”  squealed the little gnome as he suddenly leapt up from his seat and stood posing on the cart for the elves.

“Allow me to introduce mys-thelf!  I am doctor Wes-thley P. Whis-thletorque and thisth isth my traveling cart of miraclesth, medicinesth and much, much more!”

At the completion of his sentence; Brox who had already come to a complete stop, released the reigns leading to the donkey and would slowly give an unenthusiastic pound on the wood behind him so that two flags would drop on either side of the cart.  Each of them were showing stick figured people smiling, happy and surrounding a list of all the wonderful items he carried in his cart.

In another sudden action of nearly unexpected and miraculous agility.  Westley would spring into the most charming of movements.  His pop & lock dancing moves were nearly unmatched; this in part largely due to his overwhelming obsession with Dalaran during the auction house dance parties, but they were incredible for such a stubby and overweight fellow.

“Thisth isth my marvelousth as-thsistant Brahm Hands-thomefoot, and our beautiful four hoof companion Margret.  S-thay hello Margret!” exclaimed the gnome as he continued to showboat.

The donkey then gave out a sudden bray of “Hee-Haw” before bowing his head and giving a stomp from his left front hoof.  And yes, they were aware that the name of their male donkey was Margret.  He just looked like a Margret, another hour long battle that Brox conceded on during their trip here.

This entire display to the amazement of everyone; including the whimsical Whistletorque who was panting heavily with his arms outstretched as if he’d just finished doing his dance on stage, received a full ovation from both of the guards who seemed to find it amusing.

They were clapping and cheering and it seemed genuine.  But one could never be too careful.

“That was stupendous!” cried the one elf who’d extinguished his hand fire.

“Amazing, simply amazing.  You had to practice that.  Wow. . .just wow.” said the other as he too had placed his weapon in a safe, and sturdy location in order to clap.

Whistletorque quickly offered them both a happy chuckle which followed by a bow on his cart, even Margret knew what it meant and he went into a bow.  But before stopping, the gnome happened to look over and see that Brox was just sitting there.  A swift slap to the side of his head; which knocked his top hat off into his lap, would be the indication that he should also bow.  He did, biting his tongue and his fist to prevent it from being sent into the chompers of the little runt.

“You gentlemen are far too kind, you have my utmosth thanks-th.” exclaimed the gnome as he dismounted the cart in the most graceful of ways and landing with a silent step.

“Might I inquire, who isth in charge of this-th fine es-thtabilshment?”

The elf previously offering the hand of fire toward the cart walked over and offered the same hand to the portly gnome. “Of course, of course.  That would be High Magister Arcadius Sinafel.  Why don't you bring the cart inside, we’ll get you set up.  You seem to be heading in the direction of Stormwind, coming from Ironforge I guess?”

“You are abs-tholutely correct my fine s-thir.  Ironforge to S-thormwind, s-thuch a long and arduous-th trek, wouldn’t you s-thay?”  who was he to disagree with the elf who’d offered the perfect cover story so willingly, he’d just go along with it.

The elf would nod and continue to look over the gnome.  Gnomes were not like goblins.  The guard knew as much.  Gnomes were a rather trusting people, and even more convincingly they were often times very forthcoming and honest.  Goblins on the other hand.  They’d just as soon cut your throat if it meant a profit.

“You sell hot lunches too, odd isn't it?” said the other guard as they made their way over to them, his eyes curiously going over the cart as he reached out to touch it.

“W-what?”  Whistletorque said as he shook the hand of the one elf while half trying to listen to both.  But upon noticing him getting closer to the cart he would squeal out. “W-why no, of course we don’t s-thell hot lunches-th!, that would jus-th be weird!”

Brox would slam his fist into the side of the cart again, and the doors that were previously open and displaying the band; which was still playing, and the signs would soon close back up tight like a snare drum.

“We offer free hot lunches-th for every diagnos-this and purchas-the of our tonics-th!” he exclaimed as he clapped his hands and opened them both up to display himself to the crowd like a ‘ta-da’ stance. “I believe every person deserves-th a hot lunch after an exam, more doctors-th should agree!”

Both elves laughed at this, and waved the cart and the gnome inside.

“Come on, get set up, we’ll pull the other hands from their research, get you situated in here, maybe help us out by grabbing a few of your wares and we’ll find the Magister for you to meet.” 

“S-thtupendous!” Whistletorque said as he waved at Brox, and followed the elves toward the main camp.

It wouldn’t be a very long time for the little gnome and his dwarven companion to get set up in the camp.  After being led into the area that was hardly secure to fend off a full Alliance assault; it was though reinforced enough to defend against a simply reconnaissance group.

Brox and Whistletorque would be given a bit of time to prepare while the rest of the camp would be gathered from their duties.  The duo and their cart would be led into the middle of everything; Brox made sure that the cart would be turned in a complete one hundred and eighty degree turn though, just in case they needed a speedy exit.  Or for this matter, and exit that was about as fast as a lazy old donkey could go.

In the meantime while the magisters were being gathered, Brox and Westley huddled in the back of the cramped cart.  In the little area that was housing the six mechanical musicians.  It looked like a group meeting as the two living assassins were squished between the other deteriorating friends who’d come along for the ride.

“Now, when they come out here everyone will line up on the passenger side of the cart.  You go out, give another lil shimmy dance and flash ‘em tha’ ol’ smile o’ yours.”  Brox said quietly as he peered around the half missing jawed elven woman who was sitting between them.  “While your doing your thing, ah’ll sneak off and get into the tent, find this magister fella and stick ah knife right in his back.”

“Your plans-th are always s-tho pedestrian. . . you know that right?”  Whistletorque exclaimed as he tried to peer around the other side.  It was like trying to talk to a friend while someone else stands between you.  Bobbing their heads back and forth but never really making eye contact.

“Wha- in the name o’ tha ol gods does that mean?” shouted the dwarf in his quietest of tones and trying to gaze around the marionette.

“It means’th every time we do anything, your answer is-th to just shove knives in peoples-th backs-th!  Wheres-th the flare? Wheres-th the pizazz?” prompted the little gnome as he would move parts of the musical attachment out of his way while arguing with the dwarf.

“Flare?  Flare?  Why don’ ah shove a flare up ya sodden arse and see ‘ow long it takes for them fancy knife ears tah put ya out!”  Brox was obviously getting irritated at this point.

“Well that. . .” Whistletorque gave a slight pause, blinking and giving it some thought. “That isn’t exactly a bad idea, I mean given the physics-th of the entire ordeal and how hard it would be to actually ignite a flare inside of someones-th ass-th. . . I am c-thertain that if w. . .”

“Would you shut up already! Just go do what ah’ tol’ yah and we’ll be out of ‘ere no time flat.” Brox snarled as he continued to fight with the perspective of the elven woman in his line of sight, while of course the gnome prattled on.

“And then of course you have the combustion rating, burn time, not to mention heat ratios. . .”

Brox suddenly grabbed the elf by the shoulders and ripped the mechanical piece from the wooden armature that it was attached to.  He flung it only several inches across the cart but at least now he could see the little gnome.

“Shut yah flappin yap hole!”

“Betty! Oh no, look what you’ve done to her!”  Whistletorque sobbed as he reached his fat little hand over to squeeze the stump where her little mechanical elf hand would have been. “You’ll never play the flute again. . .”

“It was a fife. . .” replied the dwarf.

“You do care!”  the gnome shouted suddenly.

Brox snorted gruffly and it would have been a much louder ruckus if it had not been for the sound of the elves outside gathering and a pounding on the side of the cart which came from the same guard that let them in.

“Doctor Whistletorque, we’ve assembled our eager patrons, please feel free to open your cart so we may peruse.”

Brox then looked over at the doctor.  The doctor would look back at him.  This was the moment they had been waiting for.  There was no turning back, there was no chance to second guess.  They had to act and they would have to act fast if they were going to get away with this and live.

Brox slowly moved away and the good doctor grabbed his wrist.

“Wait you’re not going to give a pep talk or anything?”  he squeaked as if expecting some sort of response. 

All he got was a groan.

Moments later the entire group of elves had set up outside the cart.  They were all seated on whatever they could find that was lying around the camp.  Buckets, stumps, even pieces of armor and machinery.  Chairs were a luxury and only few were used by those lucky enough to have found them.

But as usual, the doctor and his performing party would assume their position.  Go through the same entire ordeal they had at the front gate; minus Betty of course who had been viciously ripped away and be-handed, though oddly enough her musical magical fife still played strong in spirit.  And together they put on the show of a lifetime for these eagerly anticipating elves. 

When the panting little gnome had finished his pop-and-lock dance, and the music had subsided, he leapt from the stage onto his pedestal and proudly bowed to a rousing applause and laughter.

“Thank you very much all of you!”  he began after giving a short, chubby little bow. “Without further a due!  Let me begin!”

Whistletorque flipped; or at the very best, rolled slightly forward enough to fall onto the ground and land on his feet, and planted himself firmly down on the ground before them.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, Children of all ages.  Allow me to proudly introduce you to Doctor Westley P. Whistletorque and his traveling medical marvels!”  the good doctor jumped into an X formation with his legs out to each side, his arms up above and his head tilted back.

“Ta-da. ta-da. taaaa-taaaaa!” like a piano ramping up to start an old saloon performance, the gnome would sing out that phrase, turn and openly display his arms to point toward the cart, and in the same motion Brox would slam his fist against the side opening all the doors and all of their wares.

Unbeknownst to all of them, at the very same second the cart was opened, several loud explosions could be heard all over the camp.  Pieces and parts went flying into the air as the sounds of screaming and painful agony could be heard. 

It appeared that charges had been planted all around the camp.  As the elves started to panic and the little gnome and dwarf leapt under their cart for cover, they came face to face with one another.

“Did you--”

“I didn’t did---”

“Well then who tha fuck set charges tah blow this place!”

The two peddling swindlers were huddled together,  the sounds outside that could be heard were of voices around their cart..

“Alliance!  They’re ambushing!”

“They’re operatives from SI:7, get the magister back to his tent, to safety quick!”

Both gnome and dwarf then looked at one another and suddenly started laughing hysterically at the situation they had found themselves in.  It was easier to just hide here and let the Alliance be the ones to kill these guys than to have either one of them get their own hands dirty.  Brox would smile, but it would be short lived.  His feet were grabbed and he was slowly dragged out from under the cart.

“Wha-!”

One of the elven guards slammed him up against the cart with a blade to his neck.  He would snarl and spit at the dwarf.

“This was all a plan to get our guard down.  You alliance scum, you’re all the same.” he leaned in close and gave another snarl at the dwarf. “I’m going to enjoy cutting you into little pieces you dirty rock dwelling filth!”

Brox most certainly took offense to that, and as the face of the beautiful elven man got too close with his insults, he suddenly lurched forward as far as he could and took a bite of the perfectly chiseled nose.

This would cause the elf to fall back in pain immediately, screaming and writhing.  And ultimately humiliated when the nose was spat back onto him.

“Don’t worry! Don’t panic!  Im a doctor I can fix that!”  Whistletorque said slowly squirming out from under the cart. “Oh and you get a free lunch too with all medical purchases, you’ll need firs-tht aid oitment so that counts-th, Isn’t that cool?”

“Gnome, listen. Ah’m gonna deal wit’ some o’ these elfy pricks.  You get in that tent and make sure that Magister dies.”  Brox said as he grabbed the gnome by the shoulders and gave him a little shake.

“You’re not planning on trying to kiss-th me are you, cause-th it kinda looks-th like youre gonna t--”

“Gnome!” Brox shouted and gave him another shake. “Get your arse in gear!”

“B-b-but we’re safe here.”  The sound of screaming, explosions and armor against weapons were heard everywhere.  They were far from safe. “Why not let this-th die down just a bit, just a tad or so. . . then we can make our move!”

“Listen to me, sure we could stay here and hide.  We could stay here safe and sound and just wait this out.  We could j. . .”  Brox was cut short because at that very moment, Hammy had finally decided that the food he had been eating out of the bucket was no longer the food he wanted. And thusly the cart slowly wobbled its way about ten feet forward to where another food bucket was waiting.  Now exposed, the two pint sized heroes were able to see the entire fight of Alliance versus Horde.

Both of them looked at one another for a moment before finally realizing the truth of the matter.

“Right, yeah. . .I should probably s-thtart moving. . .”

“Yah. . .right. good idea. . . ” 

And with that, Brox grabbed the glave of the noseless guard and started into battle killing any of the Sin’dorei that were near them.  The benefit of these two infiltrating a Horde camp that was under attack, well, just attack the enemy.  They’d blend right in.

Whistletorque on the other hand, would need to take his time.  Carefully trying to get into the tent which seemed to be a mile and a half across the entire battlefield.  For the love of all things gnomish why did it have to be so far away.

Under legs and bodies that were being smashed and bashed.  Around tables and chairs and gods only knew whatever the hell that was.  He would maneuver his way through the battlefield in order to try and get to that tent.  The tent that undoubtedly housed the Magister that was in charge.

He would sneak right up to the side of it eventually, after just a bit of time.  His winded little chest heaving up and down; it was hard for such a fragile little fat creature to hustle like that without have the time to snack, rest and take a short nap.  But try as he might, he would flop down on his belly and roll right under the gnome sized crack in the tent in order to get inside.

Careful as a fox, he would get to his feet.  His stealth like reflexes and cat like abilities would be his saving grace now.  Here, in that tent he was like a ninja assassin.  Nobody could know what was about to happen.  He would turn and run toward a table. Not a single person saw.

“So badass-th.”  he thought to himself.

Another turn, a roll and a quick hop up onto his feet as he slammed against a dresser.  His portly body pressed against it like a wet bag of laundry, he looked around.

“The deadly gnomish assassin, Wes-thtley P Whisthletorque.”  he hummed allowed in his head.  Even going as far as to come up with a theme song.

Another flip, another jump.  Scaling a wall backwards with his hands.  In reality he stumbled to get close to another large object to hide behind.

♪♫♪ “Dun dun dun dun, Whisthletorque.  Dun dun dun dun, he is-th the gnome with the most.  Dun dun dun dun, s-thuch a hero gnome.  Dun dun dun dun, gettin cake after this-th. . .”♪♫♪

Back to another corner, then over to a table.  And just as he was about to leap out and stab the enemy with his deadly poisoned blades, wait. . .He didnt have blades.

“Wait where are my blades-th?”

He crashed right into a table that was holding a beachball sized glass orb.  He never did get a good look at whatever was going on inside the orb but when it rolled back and forth, he would try to stabilize it but ultimately knocking it further over. 

He couldn't get onto the table fast enough to catch it and even if he could, it probably would have crushed him.  All he could do was stand there on the table and watch it crash onto the ground.

As it smashed into a million little shards of glass, the sound of something coming hissing out of the blue and blackish vapor swirled around the tent.

“. . .what have... you done. . . my . . . .power. . . . . “

The gnome stood there, completely dumbfounded as the vapor and hissing sound continued up into the air and the tops of the tent.  It cursed and hissed the entire time until there was nothing but silence, and the waging battle happening outside.

“That was probably bad. . .Oops...”

“You fat, miserable little twerp.”  cause the voice of an elven man as he came into view.  His fiery red hair was blazing as he ignited his hands and body in flame. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done!”

The gnome institutionally turned and began to crack a joke. “Well if I had to guess that was your observation ball for telling fortunes-th and now you’re screwwwwwwed.”

The Magister snarled and came ever closer. “I am High Magister Arcadius Sinefel of the Court of Quel’Thalas.  You will pay dearly for that insult gnome.  Mark my words, I will not leave this tent witho--”

There was nothing more to be said.  In an instant, Whistletorque had flung a grabbing device that looked like a cylindrical defibrillator right toward the Magister.  It miraculously latched onto his chest and immediately began to electrify the man.  It tazed and shocked him into submission as the victim fell to the floor and began to salivate and drool.

“Oh geez, Oh gods-th!  S-thir. . . .S-thir I am s-tho s-thorry!”  Whistletorque leapt off the table and started toward the man on the ground who was writhing in a convulsive seizing. “Oh. . .wow that thing looks-th like it hurts-th.”

The tazed magister continued to sizzle and growl but hardly able to make words form into sentences because of the amount of amperage that was pulsing through him.  He would reach toward the doctor with a sizzling, flesh burning hand but the little gnome would side step that inconspicuously.

“Ooooh geez. . . thats only going to get worse too. . .I must have miscalculated that one. . .”

Brox suddenly burst into the tent.  He had heard the yelling outside.  He was covered in blood and still holding the glave he had stolen from the guard.

“Wha-...”

“It isn’t what it looks-th like!” the gnome shouted as he tried to leap in front of Brox so he couldn’t see it.

“Well. . .it sorta looks like you’re tryin’ tah fry a man tah deat’ wit’ a remote control sausage.”

The gnome would slowly glance over his shoulder, his magnified eyes were honed in on the scene for quite some time before turning back to face his counter part.

“While it does-th certainly look as-th though that is the case, I can completely assure you th. . “  Whistletorque groaned and shook his head. “Yeah, no that’s pretty much dead on the nose-th accurate there.”

Brox burst into laughter and leaned in to slap the gnome on the shoulder.

“Well done lad!”

“Well d-- Well don.. . what do you mean Well done? This-th isnt how this-th is supposed to work.  It was supposed to give you an accurate read out on your vitals-th!  I just threw it at him to distract him ,so I could run away!”  the gnome confessed as he tried to push the meaty arm stump off his shoulder. 

“What a s-thtupendous disaster!”

Brox continued to laugh and pointed at the now drooling and frying man who was behind him.

“A fire wizard. . .immune to most magics that are elemental. . .”  the dwarf said mocking Pyravari. “Good thing you just wanted to check his vitals, Doctor.”

Between the laughing and gurgling of the now boiling man behind them, Whistletorque did start to crack a smile.  His smile cracked a grin.  And that grin then birthed a little chuckle of his own.

“At least he’ll get a free lunch too?”  chimed the little gnome.

They both shared a good laugh.  In the meantime, several of the SI:7 members would rush into the tent and see what was going on.  Some of them would be force to instantly leave.  Others would gasp at the site of a man having his eyes bubble and pop while tens of thousands of volts of electricity were pumped into his body.  The new guy was over in the corner just yacking when the leader of the little faction came in and said. “Oh---my---god...”

From that point on, little was seen of the dark iron dwarf and his mischievious gnomish companion.  They waltzed through the clean up of dwarves, humans and elves who were there to kill the magisters and probably would have had far more casualities if it had not been for the pairing of W.W.M.D and co.  But they would not be seen again.  They simply mounted their cart, gave ol’ Hammy a little yank on the reigns and slowly trotted their way out of the Searing Gorge on their rickety, wobbly old cart.

Another Magister Down.

Continued in “In Depths Below: Midnight Hour, Part 4″

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THE MUN WATCHES. The Resident 02x04 - About Time

Chastain is flooded with concert goers after a stampede at a music festival leaves many in need of doctors. As Conrad and Nic race to help Josh Robinson, a professional adventure guide with a long list of prior injuries, Devon works with a musician who swears he is sober, even though his toxicology report suggests otherwise. Meanwhile, Bell stirs the pot when the hospital's revered orthopedic surgeon, Dr. Kit Voss, demands a better resident, Julian works to get her boss on Bell's good side.

Live-blogging under the cut.

Okay, folks. Here we go. HERE WE GO.

Ready for more power moves and flashbacks....hopefully.  Oooooooh. So this whole lawyer interrogation thinger is related to the Music Fest. Cool. AW. NIC LOOKS SO CUTE. 

THAT SOUNDS LIKE A POWER VOLTAGE PROBLEM. Annnnnnd people are being trampled. As you do at a music concert. Oh is a shooting???? IDK. Something is going on. TANC ARE YOU SUING CONRAD? WTF MAN. WHAT HAPPENED TO LIVE AND DEATH BRIGADE PALS. [ The mun does realize that she is confusing shows right now but WHATEVER. MY POINT STILL STANDS, MAN. ] 

Aw. Bless Dr. Nolan for sticking up Conrad even though it was a lie. Good man. I really hope that doesn’t end up biting him later. AYE LOOK. Devon’s working on the guy that’s going to play that song that Nic and Conrad dance to later. I AM EXCITE. 

Jessica forking sucking up to Bell. Ugh.  YAY. WE ARE MEETING DR. VOSS TONIGHT. I LOVE HER ALREADY. She just gets down to business. ....Okay. A little mean to her new kid. But I do like that she didn’t super shame him....until she said dermatology. I love her saying ‘who’s this douche?’ Hilarious.

TAAAANNNNCCCCCCCC. Ugh. I am so upset that he is going to be suing or some such later because I want to love him and I really like this scene with Nic and Conrad.

I am very curious about this guy with a blood alcohol level that says he hasn’t had a drink. I remember seeing something on a show I think about someone similar that didn’t drink but it caused a blood alcohol level because of something else. I DO NOT REMEMBER WHAT IT WAS AND NOW IT IS GOING TO ANNOY ME.

Vulture scene. Just. Yes.

I LOVE TANC LOOKING AT CONRAD WHEN HE SAYS THAT NIC WAS THE BEST NP FOR HIM. TANC JUST NOT MEETING HIS GAZE.

I really REALLY love Mitchell. I know Conrad doesn’t like his dad and thinks the worst but I really think that Mitchell cares and loves him. // Mina and Raptor’s scene in the OR. I do agree with him. She does need to watch and learn. You are his student. You don’t know everything yet.

OH god. I know this device guy. WHAT WAS HE IN. WHO IS THAT. The boss. WHAT DID I JUST SEE HIM IN. UGH. *imdb* Not sure his name so this isn’t working....I will check back. He looked a bit like Jason Priestly. God I miss Haven. ( Still need to watch Private Eyes. )

LMFAO. I love Raptor deciding to side with Bell and send Okafor to play with the others. I am laughing so hard. Like. Mina I love you. But you are not the best yet. You still have things to learn. I love the music Voss listens to in the OR. I also love her talking to Mina. This is fab. I like it.

OH LOOK. EMTs GETTING PERKS JUST TO GET PEOPLE BROUGHT IN. I remember a similar thing on Chicago Med. 

Awwwww. I really do like Julian. I am so upset that it is going to be a problem for Devon and his fiancee but I just...I REALLY like her. ( Kinda spoiler: I saw a casting call today for people in an Indian wedding for an episode.”Brandi is booking a big East Indian Wedding scene next Wednesday Oct. 17th in Stone Mountain. I am looking for East Indian looking Males and Females,…" SIGH. So either Devon realizes he’s being stupid and actually doing something wrong or else this is going to continue up to the wedding and either end that day horribly or continue after it which is also not okay. 

LOL. I don’t know why I find it funny whenever Peachtree St. is named. ( If you’ve never been to Atlanta, there are SO MANY streets/drives/places/etc. named Peachtree. SO MANY. LIKE. GOOD GOD. )

Is Tanc having a seizure? Oh nooooooooo.  Okay. So Tanc (Josh...but I’m calling him Tanc just because) is now wheelchair bound. RATHER THAN DEAD. I hate vulture lawyers like this woman. I feel bad for adventure boy but he would have been dead if they’d waited. At least he is alive. I get that his entire life is no changed. Like what he does for income is no longer an option (or at least not fully). I am sad but also glad he isn’t dead........ He was just going on about Conrad being a good doctor right before that happened. SO COMPLICATED.

HA. Backfired on you Raptor. Mina wants to stay with Voss for now. “I’m the first of my own line. An ancestor. Not a descendant.” LOVE IT. YOU GO, MINA.

Annnnd here is how we get the concert. Nice. Let him sing! 

“Did you ever think the best decision is HER decision?” BAM.

Very little Irving and Nolan in this episode. But still a great episode. 

I love this song/ singer. His voice is so comforting. I love this style. I want more. Time to look him up! 

Oh no.......what is happening with that look of Nolan to Bell. I don’t like this. This looks bad.

“You’re a swayer.” I LOVE IT. They are...just so damn sweet.

CONRAD’S FACE WHEN HIS DAD SAID HE WOULD BE WITH HIM EVERY STEP OF THE WAY. CONRAD SAYING THANK YOU. THE FEELS OF THIS. JESUS.

....oh shit. Daddy’s in the elevator with Tanc. 

DAMN.

“So next time someone saves your life....say thank you.”

Sum-up of my first watch ( which is written as 9-1-1 comes on which I’ve never actually watched ) :

Good episode. I think I might have missed the Gilmore Girls ref. Possibly. I’ll watch it again tomorrow at least once. A little sad we didn’t get much more of the music fest but I get that it wasn’t the focus. It just felt like it WOULD be from the promos. Love the cases. Do want to know a bit more about Tanc/Josh’s final outcome. Is he going to walk again? Mitchell said he was in physical therapy. Time to research things to try and figure out what might have happened because of the Burr Hole crainiostomy. Not sure how I feel about Mitchell taking over and getting rid of the court case. Like.....yay? But also I know Conrad would not like it if he ever found out. But yay for him not getting ruined by this? FEELS.

I also really like Mina working with another doctor for a bit. Voss looks really fun. I also like that there is a leading female surgeon in a department that Mina can learn from. I know we had the other female doctor in Season 1. I want more, please.

Preview/looking at the next episode on IMDB: ....WAIT. IS THAT. OKAY. In the imdb list they have Bradley ( aka skylight falling, med school leaving, Bradley. HE IS COMING BACK!? ) listed as being in the next episode. Steven Reddington is apparently back for at least one episode.  In the following week is the Halloween episode and supposedly we’ll see Nic’s baby sis again.