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Beneath the Surface - Prologue

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x fem!reader

Summary: When memories, buried deep within your sea of emotions, resurface, you’re left to question what lies beneath the surface. Did he truly mean to leave you behind, or was there something more to his silence than you ever understood?

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: angst, swearing, mentions of death, OP spoilers

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I’m back with another Trafalgar Law series! It’s been a while, whoops…definitely didn’t have any plans of putting an end to this blog 👀….anyway, this is going to be a pretty short series (decided to make it a series cause otherwise it would have just sat unfinished, in my drafts forever), but I hope with this I can get back into writing….alas we shall see how that goes.

I will try and update on a weekly basis (each chapter will probably have a similar word count), with the first part coming out next week, but I make no promises :P

It was a small dimly lit room, its walls adorned with peeling paint, and the floors strewn with mattresses. In one corner of the room came the quiet sniffling of a girl, and in another lay a boy, staring at the ceiling, desperate to get some sleep, but unable to due to the rather loud sound.

“Quiet down. Some of us are trying to sleep,” the boy whisper-yelled through gritted teeth after nearly half an hour of uninterrupted crying. He couldn’t fathom how the other two kids managed to sleep through it.

“Sorry,” came a quiet mumble through ragged breaths. But the whimpering didn’t quite stop. It alternated between soft sniffles and sharp intakes of breath, the persistent pattern grating on the boy’s nerves.

Exasperated, he heaved a sigh and walked over to the little girl. She had been with them for a week now, the newest addition to the crew, after they had found her wandering alone, dazed and hollow-eyed, on an island they had stopped at. She hadn’t said much since then.

But the crying? That had been relentless.

Her presence had unwittingly disrupted his nights, leaving him lying awake, night after night, listening to her tears. But tonight he decided it needed to stop, he couldn’t have this continue for the rest of his time.

“What’s your problem?” he asked bluntly.

Startled, the girl let out a gasp as she scrambled away from him. “Sorry.”

The boy rolled his eyes at her timid apology. “Why are you crying?” he asked, this time with a hint of impatience.

She looked at him with wide tear-filled eyes and mumbled something incoherent, only furthering the boy’s annoyance. “What?”

“I-I had a nightmare,” she managed to say, huddling further into her blanket as if protecting herself.

“About what?” he asked, sitting down next to her. He wasn’t good at this kind of thing - comforting others, but if it would stop her crying, he was willing to try.

“My parents and I,” she began hesitantly, her voice trembling, and he looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to elaborate. “We were being tortured…before they took my parents away. I managed to escape but...but I was so scared…and it hurt so much.”

The boy was silent for a moment, unsure of how to respond. He had known loss too, he had had nightmares of his own. But seeing the girl in front of him look so fragile, stirred something in him, compelling him to provide her with some comfort.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured at last, his voice unexpectedly gentle. “I know it hurts. But crying won’t bring them back.”

She sniffled and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. “I know. But it’s hard. I miss them so much.”

“I get it,” he admitted quietly, his sudden empathy surprising not just him. “But you have to be strong. If you keep crying every night, you’ll never get better.”

She nodded, sniffling again. “I’ll try.”

After another long pause, the boy hesitated before offering tentatively, “Do you want to talk about it? Sometimes talking helps.”

She looked at him, eyes wide with surprise. “You…you want to listen?”

He shrugged, awkward but sincere. “If it helps you stop crying, then yeah.”

Taking a deep breath she began to speak - recounting her story to him. She told him about her parents, how they cared for her, and about the day they were taken away. The boy listened quietly, saying little, simply being present as she poured out her heart. Gradually, as she spoke, her crying began to subside.

When she finally finished, the room was quiet. She glanced at him, her eyes red and puffy but no longer filled with tears.

“Thank you,” she said quietly.

He nodded. “Get some sleep,” he urged gently, standing up. “We’ve got a mission tomorrow, so it’ll be a long day.”

She lay down again, curling up with her head resting on her arm. The boy watched her for a moment, then turned to return to his own mattress.

Softly, she called out his name, and he paused in his steps. He hadn’t heard such a tender voice say his name in a while, it spread a warm feeling through him, one that he was reluctant to acknowledge but couldn’t ignore.

Slowly turning back to her, he spoke, “What?” His voice came out harsher than expected, and he noticed the curves of the girl’s lips briefly turn down into a frown.

“Why do you think you're going to die in three years?” she asked, her voice hesitant but filled with concern.

The boy froze once again, the weight of her question settling heavily on his shoulders. He walked back and sat down next to her. “I have a disease,” he said slowly. “A terminal one.”

Her eyes widened in shock as she sat up. “But...but there has to be something that can be done. A cure, a treatment...something.”

He shook his head. “They tried everything. There’s nothing that can be done.”

Tears welled up in her eyes, surprising him with the depth of their emotion. “I’m sorry,” the girl whispered, her voice thick with sorrow.

He shrugged, feigning indifference. “I’ve accepted it.”

She shook her head vehemently. “No. I won’t accept it. I’ll help you find a cure. We’ll find a way to save you.”

He looked at her, surprised by how determined she sounded despite not knowing him all that well. He hadn’t met anyone like her yet, someone willing to help him. That same warm feeling spread through him, and for a moment he let himself be hopeful. “You really think so?”

“I know so,” she said firmly, a small smile tugging at her lips. “We’ll do it together. I promise,” she said, almost sounding excited.

She held out her pinky for him to take and for the first time in a long time, the boy allowed himself to feel a flicker of hope. Though he convinced himself it was only to please her.

With a hesitant smile of his own, he locked his pinky with hers, the gesture although strangely comforting, making him cringe slightly.

“Alright,” he murmured softly, meeting her determined gaze. “We’ll find a cure.”

xxxx

The waves lapped against the hull of the Sunny as Law leaned against the railing, the salty breeze tousling his hair. In the distance, the silhouette of an island could be seen - their next destination.

The face of a man flashed in his mind, followed by hers - her smile, her determination, her promise. Law found himself lost in the memory from his past, a memory fresh in his mind as if it had just happened yesterday. But years had passed since then, and now any memory of his past was followed by a storm of anger, determination, and something else — something he couldn’t quite identify, but something that only came when he though of her.

Law clenched his fists, his mind racing through the chaotic events that had brought him here. But amid the anger and resolve, his thoughts kept drifting back to her - the girl he had spent nearly two years with, the girl he had left behind.

The mission to take down Doflamingo was more than just a personal vendetta; it was a lifeline. Not just for him, but for her too. She had been his constant, his only surviving reminder of what he was fighting for, and he needed to get her out of there.

The truth about Doflamingo's takeover of Dressrosa was a well-guarded secret, one that had been kept from her as well. For the longest time Law had wondered why she had never left, and his only explanation was that the truth had been hidden from her. He knew that if she discovered the full extent of Doflamingo’s treachery, she would leave him without hesitation. But for whatever reason Doflamingo wanted her by his side - and just the thought of it was maddening.

Suddenly, his musings were interrupted by the sound of footsteps behind him. Law turned to see Luffy approaching, his usual carefree grin plastered across his face.

“Tra! Dinner’s ready. You coming?” Luffy asked, oblivious to the turmoil in Law's mind.

Law gave a short nod in reply and as Luffy bounded back towards the galley, he took a deep breath, steeling himself for the battles ahead. He couldn’t afford to be distracted. Doflamingo needed to be stopped, and she needed to be saved. And he would do whatever it took to make that happen.

Turning his gaze back to the horizon once more, Law allowed himself one last moment of contemplation. "Just hold on a little longer," he whispered to the wind, hoping somehow, she could hear him.

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Do not donate your money to, or reblog any posts from, @/sublimedestinybird bc they are a scammer. Take down any of your reblogs if you haven’t already done so.

Ok so I'm usually certain of my claims when I accuse people of being scammers, but there are a few times I'm not 100% sure if I'm right

This is one of those times

So, like those other times I was unsure about an OP, I'll share what I found that caused me to doubt their validity, and I'll leave it to you to decide for yourself if you still feel confortable enough to support them. And if I’m wrong about this one, please let me know and I’ll take this down.

It started when I saw this in my inbox:

I received this ask today, which triggered my suspicions for reasons I’m not entirely sure how to pinpoint; after receiving dozens of daily messages from real Palestinians over the past week or so, this ask just didn’t feel… genuine? Ig? Idk how to explain it, but when you get messages from both real people and scammers alike, tend to notice when something isn’t right.

But like many people who tend to share scams without knowing they’re scams, I don’t like the idea of ignoring a cry for help in the event that it turns out to be real, so I did what I usually do when I’m unsure if an ask is real or not: I looked into the OP

In this case, I used reverse image search to see if OP’s pfp could be found anywhere, and lo and behold, the pfp led me to another tumblr post, where that person received an ask very similar to the one I got, from “pleasantcollectionlove”, and they couldn’t tell if they ask was a scam or not. In the notes of said post, someone else confirmed that the person who sent the ask was, indeed, a scammer, and they used the same pfp that OP is currently using

So, that would mean these two scammers are one and the same, right?

Well, normally it would (scammers tend to stick to one pfp; not always, but man, have I gotten familiar with certain selfies over the past few months), but I didn’t wanna rely on that alone, so I kept looking. While looking for exact matches for the pfp through RIS, I also found a Twitter account with the same pfp; this person is also asking for money, though the reasoning for the money is notably different that what OP provides in their own posts:

It should also be noted that the Twitter account has been around since last August, while OP has only been posting on this blog since September

Does this mean that OP stole the pfp from the Twitter account of someone who honestly needs help? Are OP and the Twitter user the same person? I honestly don’t know, which is why I said at the top of this post that I’m uncertain about this one

However, what I am certain about is a common red flag I recognized that hasn’t proved me wrong yet: the link in OP’s linktree (in their pinned post) leads to an empty PayPal account. If you’ve seen/been tagged in any of my previous call out posts, you know that empty PayPal accounts are ALWAYS included in online scams like this. In this case, the PayPal belongs to “Luciamkira”; this could be OP’s name (or at least the name they actually use for their personal PayPal), but then who’s “Aska”?

This might very well be a scam, which I believe is the case, but whether or not you decide to donate or share the post on the chance it might be real is up to you

If you’ve seen any of my previous posts, you know what I’m going to say next: Never trust a donation post linked to an empty PayPal account unless said link has been verified by a trusted source

Here’s an additional resource to help you spot the red flags of scams moving forward:

And here are some posts that go a little more in depth about the scammers that have been repeatedly spotted:

Tagging as many people in the notes of OP’s fundraiser post as I can; if anyone who sees this can reach out to those in the notes I didn’t tag and let them know this is a scam, that’d be really helpful not just for me, but for them as well

@ibontheweirdwitch @not-a-bot735 @sexywafflecuh @issues-oclock @velesej @alittleprincex @katie-wants-donut @alwaysmellowkryptonite @starsalot @shhoup @darklylovely @dontstoptalkingaboutpalestine @sunnysidefries @fangpunk @sunny-satellites @moonmothbroth

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     Y/n was not a morning person, at all. She hated waking up early in the morning. Thankful for her later shifts at the shop. She rubbed her eyes and looked around her room. No physical sign of Changbin but she heard some noise in her kitchen. She grabbed his shirt from last night, throwing it on before heading out of the room.

     Changbin saw her come around the corner and offered her a smile. “Hope you don’t mind I took over your kitchen.”

     “‘S fine. More surprised you’re still here,” Y/n said as she hopped onto her counter.

     “Why wouldn’t I?”

     “Not a lot of guys do in my experience.” Y/n shrugged and he walked over and stood between her legs

     “You just hook up with dicks that can’t get you off,” He said, wrapping his arms around her waist, “Plus it would make things awkward at work I think.”

     “True. Might be a bit awkward that I’ve fucked the boss,” Y/n sighed

     “No one’s going to care. Our last receptionist was sleeping with an artist that left and none of us batted an eye.” Changbin shrugged

     “What happened with them?”

     “He went to a different shop closer to his home and she got her dream job. Don’t think they’re still together though.”

     “Huh, good for them.” Y/n smiled.

     Changbin went back to cooking them breakfast as Y/n made them some coffee. The two sat and ate before Changbin got dressed and left. Y/n reluctantly gave him his shirt back so he could leave. But he promised to text her later and he’d see her at the shop. Y/n saw him off and cleaned up her apartment. Having some chores and errands to get done while she had time off.

     Changbin did make good on his promise of texting her later. Just a casual check-up to see how she was doing and remind her to eat turned into random conversations. Genuinely getting to know each other. Y/n sat down on her couch, smiling at her phone before one of her girlfriends texted her, asking if she wanted to have a movie night. Y/n couldn’t say no to that and took a quick shower put on some pajamas and headed to her friend’s place.

     “Hey,” the girl greeted her friend

     “Hey,” Y/n smiled

     The two sat on the couch with food and drinks and tried to find something to watch. Finally deciding on something after what seemed like forever, Y/n looked at her phone. 

     “Don’t tell me fuck face texted you,” Her friend sighed

     “No, I told him to fuck off. Someone else,” Y/n said as she picked up her phone to answer the text.

     “Thank god. Who’s the new guy?” She asked as the movie started

     “It’s my boss,” Y/n said

     “So not a new hook-up?”

     “We went out last night and then slept together.”

     “You fucked your boss?!”

     “Yes, and it was good.”

     “Did you cum?”

     “Twice.”

     “Damn, he got friends?”

     “Probably, haven’t seen them,” Y/n shrugged, “But he even cleaned up and stayed the night, plus cooked me breakfast this morning.”

     “I know you aren’t looking for a relationship and you’re just looking for casual, but you better at least be loyal to his dick.”

     “We’ll see. We do work together so we at least see each other.”

     Y/n, let him know that she was hanging out with a friend and she’d text him later. Changbin told her to have fun and text him if she needed anything. Y/n smiled as she focused on the movie with her friend. She didn’t think much of her conversation with her friend, even when she went to work with Changbin a couple of days later. Maybe it was because they had been texting since the morning after but everything was normal. 

     Y/n sat at her desk, joking with the other artists who worked more in the open and not in rooms like Changbin. Everyone waiting around for their clients, some taking off early because of cancellations or lack of appointments. Usual things in their industry. 

     Changbin finished with his last client just before closing. Everyone else was cleaning up and walking out for the night as Y/n checked them out. She checked the time after they left and saw there were still a few minutes till the shop officially closed. She based the time doing the smaller front-end tasks before turning the open sign off and locking the door.

     Changbin walked out of his room and sat down in the other chair behind the desk.

     “You don’t have to wait for me,” Y/n told him as she moved to close the register.

     “You wait for me when I’m running behind. Plus it’s late. You know I’m not letting you walk to your car in the dark,” Changbin told her.

     “Fair,” Y/n shrugged, “You’re in the way of the safe though.”

     “Make it work,” he teased.

     Y/n rolled her eyes at him and double-checked her money count before taking the tray and turning to Changbin. She gently pushed the rolley chair out of the way and opened the safe. She put the tray and worked on the deposit before putting that in there too. She made sure everything was locked up before moving to grab her things. Just for Changbin to grab her wrist and pull her onto his lap.

     “Hey,” she smiled

     “Hey,” he smiled back as she adjusted to straddle him. 

     They didn’t have a title to define themselves. They had talked about it but neither of them was looking for anything serious at the moment. Just not having time for a serious relationship, they decided to hook up since they both enjoyed the other night.

     “You look good taking care of my shop,” Changbin said and rubbed her sides.

     “That’s why you insisted on staying with me?” She asked

     “Partially.”

     Y/n licked her lips before pressing her lips onto his. Changbin returned the vigor of the kiss as his hands grabbed her ass and pulled her against him more. Y/n rolled her hips into his making him moan into the kiss. “I don’t have any condoms, baby,” Changbin panted between kisses

     “Little oral never hurt anyone,” Y/n replied

     She got off his lap and sunk to her knees between him. Changbin helped her unbutton his jeans and pull his cock out. Y/n smiled, wrapping her hand around him and slowly pumping him till he was fully hard. 

     Changbin rested back against the chair as her lips kissed up and down his length. Those pretty lips wrapping around his cock. Moaning as she took him further in his mouth. Moving up and down, dick wet with her spit. 

     The tattoo artist looked down at her, gently grabbing the back of her head—more for his comfort. Grabbing at the roots of her hair as she swallowed him. She took him down her throat while her hand moved to massage his balls. 

     “Fuck,” Changbin groaned, tilting his head back.

     The shop was damn near silent except for the noise of her blowing him. He grabbed the back of her head as she took him into her throat. His jaw dropped open before she pulled off and pumped him with his hand. 

     “Can you do that again?” Changbin asked as he looked down at her

     “Like me deepthroating you?” Y/n smiled at him

     “Fuck yeah.”

     Y/n smiled wrapped her lips around him and repeated her actions. She was bobbing her head up and down on him while massaging his balls.

     “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Changbin moaned as his grip on her hair tightened then she swallowed him again and he was a goner. 

     Hips bucking up into her mouth as his cum flooded her mouth. Y/n moaned around him and looked up at him through her eyelashes. Letting him ride out his orgasm till his cum stopped flooding her mouth. Pulling off when she was sure he was done and his grip loosened on her hair.

     Y/n sat back on her heels and swallowed his load. “Feel better?” Y/n asked, grabbing his thighs to help herself up off the ground.

     “Yeah,” Changbin sighed as he grabbed a tissue to clean up his dick and stuff himself back in his pants.

     Changbin got up and kissed her lips again, “Come back to mine and let me return the favor?” He suggested as he wrapped an arm around her.

     “Mhm, you got a condom at yours?” Y/n asked

     “Yeah.”

     Y/n smiled, “Let’s go.”

     The two grabbed their bags and headed out to their cars and Y/n followed Changbin back to his place. Both were eager a little bit to have a repeat of the other night.

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M & F.

Hitting it up with the small questions and the big answers, once again typing about the Cold War of black ops.

You should know who M & F are. Mason and Woods.

“Did Mason and Woods know about Bell?”

You catch my drift?

Interested? Go read. Today marks day one of ‘The Cold War Files.’ A series of blogs about the lore of BOCW.

Allow me you to take you back to 1968 for us to begin. So in 1968, there was fracture jaw. However, in the season one cinematic, we do see Adler interrogating Stitch, the knife and how Stitch pretty much lost his eye.

You see, when it zooms onto the picture of rebirth island, you can see the words ‘Operation Rebrith’ and the year 1968 on the picture.

On the wiki, it states that Adler took Stitch’s eye in an act of revenge for Weaver. So it wasn’t just to send a message to his boss.

Adler knew Weaver.

Why is this important? Well, we have to take a look at Mason first to further look at Adler.

Every black ops OG out there knows Weaver from black ops 1.

And while I’ve never played much call of duty and I am not an OG, I know Weaver was the voice asking the questions to Mason. He helped Mason out of brain washing and so did Hudson.

So, intially I thought that Mason and Woods were possibly fed different info as to who ‘Bell’ was because everyone on the team we know, knew about the brainwashed ‘Bell.’

There’s a lot of different info you could tell them as Adler. Adler is as much of an enigma as he is smart.

Such a topic might’ve been risky to let Mason or Woods know. Adler knowing Weaver opens up the possibility of knowledge that Mason was brainwashed.

Now you might think, yeah they didn’t know.

But there’s one hole in that logic.

Mason and Woods seen ‘Bell’ at the airfield which is the second mission you play on the game when trying to get Arash.

They would’ve recognised the masked face joining the team. That is, assuming ‘Bell’ still wore the mask upon joining.

Even if Bell was still wearing the mask and ended up ‘co-operative’ it still wouldn’t work and here’s why.

Adler talks to you as if he knows you. But it feels ‘distanced.’ A result of not letting your guard down.

So, I reckon ‘Bell’ might not of been wearing the mask since joining the team.

The whole Vietnam thing wouldn’t work as well if they recognised you from the airfield because how would that have worked, you wouldn’t be a ‘friend’ as such. So then they’d be keeping an eye too.

Everyone in the safehouse is wary of you throughout the whole game. The only people that seem not so suspicious of you is Woods and Mason if you watch or read all the dialogue. It’s not the same atmosphere. Woods after a moment of silence in one of the dialogues in the safehouse, chuckles with Mason and says that he’s just joking around. It’s like a ‘shoulda seen your face’ kind of thing. People don’t tend to poke fun so easily when things are tense and high alert. It’s a breath of fresh air when everyone else seems serious and wary of you. Something just feels different.

I wonder why Adler would’ve let you go with Woods alone that one mission called “red light, green light.” Woods was never going to ask anything if he did or didn’t know.

There’s many ways to go about this.

But both possibilities of them knowing or not knowing at all are high.

They don’t seem wary of you.

But if they didn’t know, would they have asked about the ‘live one’ from the airfield to see if there’s any info from them. Alder couldn’t say anything to suggest disposal of the first key crucial piece of evidence they’d found; being you. It wouldn’t sit right if the man who knew the most about Perseus just discarded the first real lead they got just like that.

Adler is a man on a mission, someone who does whatever it takes. He’d probably say that nothing is coming out of them. Someway somehow though, wouldn’t the question be raised again later?

Well by ‘Bell’ joining the team, there is new *stronger* lead. There’s no use for the previous one who gives nothing, is there? Bigger leads provide more. ‘Bell’ provides most because they have more personal ties to Perseus than Alder does.

Those months of ‘Bell’ and their mind being used as a tool gradually builds the brain of ‘Bell’ to trust Adler subconsciously. The subconscious is manipulated into feeling safe so they’ll actually give the info. It’s why the mission for Fracture Jaw is easy to give to Adler compared to when you’re out of the brainwashing and giving the whereabouts of Perseus. Your mind is now feeling something is wrong and is trying to fight it. It’s more evident if you choose not to listen, especially when the red doors start slamming down in front of you. You’re trying to ignore it but eventually you can no longer fight it, you see the answer of where Perseus is and then you get to tell the truth or lie. It’s like ‘Bell’ doesn’t want to know they answer so they cannot give it. But that’ll be explored more in another post.

But do Mason and Woods know that the masked person from the airfield and ‘Bell’ are the same person or the same lead?

It’s much too hard to truly put a finger on it. It’s highly possible that they did know. But they did know you were Russian or working for Perseus possibly. In the bad ending of the game, Woods will say “It’s him/her/them! They fuckin’ lied to us!”

They knew you’d told Adler where Perseus would be.

That doesn’t mean they knew you were brainwashed though, it could mean they were given a different story.

Adler asking “is this true, Bell”, says to me that everyone in the team knew you were working for Perseus initially before helping them. Had he told Woods and Mason everything and just left out the brainwashing is the most likely story. So it’s evident that even if he once knew you, you’d long been gone. That version of the story is the one Mason and Woods would’ve had if they didn’t know about the brainwashing.

Let’s narrow it down.

Woods and Mason simply knew and didn’t bat an eye because you weren’t one of their ‘own.’

Or……

Woods and Mason didn’t know because Adler left it out because he knew Mason was once brainwashed and it wouldn’t have been ideal to know that his own people were possibly no better than Russians. Mason was through hell, that we know. It wouldn’t have been a reassuring topic if he needed Mason’s mentality in good shape instead of possibly being reminded of the experience he’d been through.

Woods and Mason were the heavy hitters of the team and a duo. Them together is a combo.

So did they know?

It’s up to you.

[lillyspeakz]

HANA AGAIN!! been in the trenches since all the Wilbur shit a few months back man😞😞

on the flip side though, I have a boyfriend now which is hooray!!

ALSO IM ONLY USING ANON BC MY BLOG IS IN QUESTIONABLE CONDITION RN

HRU DOING GAL

Understandable I was too until I said fuck if and began a new account bc lillylvjy is dead to me (literally all my ops were calling me names on there and I just couldn’t-)

But yay!!! I hope he’s treating you well

I’m good! It’s been rough but good

[bots-and-cons]

What type of soulmate AU do you think Optimus prime would have (timer, red string, tattoo, first words, etc), what are his opinions? Would he be opposed to meeting his soulmate? Would he try to avoid them? (Gn human reader preferably ^^)

Uuu, I’ve maybe done one soulmate thing in this blog, but I’m not sure. I really like soulmate AU stuff though and I feel like this was sort of funny to write. Idk if this is actually funny to anyone but me but hey, at least I had fun. Pretty long for HCs and might have gone a bit off track also, but eh. If you want to me to find the other soulmate thing you can ask but you can also just check the masterlist in the pinned post and look for it yourself, I’m pretty sure it’s an OP or a Ratchet one

•I think I like the whole first words thing for him

•Optimus was incredibly confused when he read the words etched onto his wrist for the first time

•To his surprise he didn’t understand a word, because it wasn’t cybertronian it was some language that was foreign to him at the time

•When he eventually came to earth and learned english he was quite perplexed by the fact that it was of a human language, a single word in english that decorated his wrist

•”Quack?” was what it said

•He of course soon realized this either meant his soulmate was a human, or some autobot or a decepticon he had yet to meet that was also on earth and was using english

•The sentence itself had him quite convinced that his soulmate was indeed a human

•Optimus of course turned out to be right about that

•You’d been wondering your whole damn life what the hell the words on your wrist meant

•What situation could you possibly get yourself into, where someone had to tell you “Duck!”

•There was an exclamation point and everything, so were you going to get attacked by a duck and someone was going to warn you or something

•A lot of people made fun of you because of the word you had, many people came up with all kinds of crazy/stupid scenarios for it, but you never really found any of them funny or realistic

•But none of them would come even close to how crazy it was when it actually happened

•Optimus honestly wished he wouldn’t meet you, he didn’t want another person he cared about for Megatron to hurt

•He got really anxious about it for a while, and when he did eventually meet you the anxiety got even worse

•So, how did you actually end up meeting your soulmate?

•It was just about the worst day of your life, you were out for a walk, because your head couldn’t handle being cooped up at home anymore and you ended in some remote part of a park on the edge of town

•You saw some weird lights in the woods nearby and your curiosity got the better of you so you went to investigate

•You had no idea what you were looking at at first

•There were these light projectiles going back and forth and the sound of metal scraping on metal

•Then you heard it, someone yelling “Duck!” at you, you didn’t realize it was a command to move so you just meekly went “Quack?” because of course that’s a reasonable reaction

•Then you got swept of your feet by something very big and got pushed to the side

•Optimus just froze when he heard you say that, because he knew what it meant

•He’d found his soulmate in the first possible moment, in the middle of battle

•The autobots had to retreat and Optimus grabbed you to take you with him, because he couldn’t just leave you there with the cons, you were just a tiny human and they would’ve surely hurt you

•At some point you’d just closed your eyes and the next time you opened them was when you were set down on something soft

•You were sitting on a couch, in some place you didn’t recognize and surrounded by some huge robot looking things

•Since there was no one else around, you figured your soulmate had to be one of them, but since you’d closed your eyes, you hadn’t seen who’d talked to you before

•So you go taken in by the autobots, but it was weeks before Optimus admitted he was your soulmate, because he was terrified or the consequences 

•Optimus felt like if he didn’t tell you, you would be safer, that maybe you wouldn’t be targeted if nobody knew

•He most definitely did not want you to get involved with him, but of course fate had other plans

[twilightmalachite]

Hinata Aoi - Immersing in the Reverberations 2

Author: Kanata Haruka

Characters: Hinata, Sora, Anzu

Translator: Mika Enstars

"Umm, really, why are you here, Anzu-san? If you need something with Game Research, I can leave…"

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Winter

Location: Yumenosaki Academy Game Research Club Room

Hinata: Whoa, just what is this crazy barrage?! I’m not sure if I can dodge it!

Oh no oh no oh no! Sorry Sora, I can’t do this anymore~!

Sora: It’s okay! Leave the rest to Sora! There’s a safe spot here from the boss~. Hang around the area, and attack when there’s an opening, and…

HaHa~! Sora and Hina-chan were able to beat it in co-op!

Hinata: Amazing! The boss was defeated so quickly… Was I dragging you down then, Sora-kun?

Sora: Nothing of the sort! There were times Hina-chan drew the enemy’s attention and really helped Sora out!

Hinata: I’m glad, then, but… Since you’re so good at this, I’m worried I’m making things boring for you.

Sora: No need to worry, then~! It’s a lot of fun to play games with Hina-chan!

Besides, Sora’s always playing this game over and over again with Shisho~ and Anzu, so it makes sense he’s good at it~. ♪

Hinata: A-ahaha… I see, so you’ve been playing it with Sakasaki-senpai and Anzu-san~…

…So, does that mean that the reason Anzu-san came here was also to play games~…?

Sora: HiHi~! Sora’s very happy when Anzu comes to play too~! ♪

Hinata: (I feel awkward. And it was really a great help to have Sora-kun here with me too…)

(But I can only distract myself with games so much. Maybe it’s because Anzu-san keeps glancing over at me…)

Umm, really, why are you here, Anzu-san? If you need something with Game Research, I can leave…

Huh? I’m the one you need something with?

Yuuta-kun contacted you through HoldHands to tell you I was struggling with the Feature Live?

I’m so touched by Yuuta-kun’s consideration! He didn’t abandon his Onii-chan after all that, huh!

(Though, I feel it was pretty mean-spirited of Yuuta-kun to reach out to Anzu-san, but…)

(In reality, the easiest way through all this really is to consult Anzu-san~.)

(I couldn’t bring myself to reach out to her, so honestly, I think I really am grateful for Yuuta-kun’s consideration.)

Sora: Anzu wants to play the game too? Wanna try a bit after watching huh!

Hinata: Ahaha, well, it’s hard not to wanna play after watching other people play, right~?

Huh? Anzu-san, you’re surprisingly good at this, aren’t you? You’re easily getting through the part I struggled with!?

Sora: Sora plays this game a lot with Anzu~! ♪ It’s a game that brings back lots of memories!

Hinata: Really~? Just listening to the game’s BGM brings back memories of playing the game with your friends?

It’s true, I often feel nostalgic listening to things like the BGM of games I used to play~.

And listening to nostalgic music in the Light Music Club room makes me wanna play instruments.

Speaking of which, maybe I’ll take a quick peek around the club room…

Sora: Does Hina-chan wanna go to the Light Music Club room?

Hinata: …Yeah, I was thinking maybe I could come up with some good ideas for a candid shot.

Sorry, since you went through the trouble of inviting me over to play!

Sora: It’s okay! It’s for Hina-chan’s Feature Live, so Sora’s rooting for Hina-chan too~! ♪

Location: Yumenosaki Academy Light Music Club Room

Hinata: S’cuse me~. Ahaha, there really isn’t anyone here, huh?

(Shoot. Now I’m alone with Anzu-san. No, I shouldn’t be surprised, I’m here to ask for advice…)

(Uu, so awkward. I wish Sora-kun came along.)

(But then I’d feel bad for dragging Sora-kun into such a delicate atmosphere…)

I-I thought Oogami-senpai might’ve been here, but he’s graduating soon, so guess he’s busy.

Ahaha, Oogami-senpai will be graduating soon too, huh~? That means after that, it’ll be just Yuuta-kun and I left using this club room, huh~.

You’re going to miss it? Nahh, you say that, but it’s not like you really care about the Light Music Club, don’t you, Anzu-san?

I mean, it’s not like you come around too often since you’ve moved to the Production Department.

Hinata: Sob, sob… It was so lonely, you wouldn’t come to see me at all!

I’m gonna miss you? Well, I’ve worked with you for quite a long time, Anzu-san…

It was this place where you and 2wink’s first encounter, when we kidnapped you over here.

Well~, I do feel bad about the trouble I caused you back then. But Sakuma-senpai ordered me to, so I didn’t have any choice. ♪

…Strange~. I thought I didn’t have many memories with you here in the clubroom, Anzu-san, but now I can remember them all so easily.

Hm? Oh, now this is a nostalgic music score~. I’m pretty sure I still have the original sound on my smartphone… Here it is!

Hinata: ♪~♪~♪

Ahh, sorry! I forgot you were there and put on my headphones.

You wonder if you can recognize the song? Fufu, curious about what song it is?

Here’s a hint; it’s definitely a song you should recognize, Anzu-san. It’d be really embarrassing if you couldn’t. Think you can answer~?

♪~♪~♪

Hinata: Oh, that’s correct! Amazing as always, Anzu-san. The song really takes you back, doesn’t it?

It’s the unreleased Light Music Club song for Trickstar back when the unit was getting its start… Well, that’s a weird way to put it, since it’s released now.

But back then, it was 2wink’s opening act for Trickstar. It wasn’t even that long ago, but it feels waaay back.

…Hey, Anzu-san. Thinking about it, a lot sure has changed since then, hasn’t it?

You overcame a lot at the academy, and now you’re earnestly working in the world of idols at ES…

In order to survive in the idol industry, I’ve changed a lot too.

But it’s not just me. The same goes for Yuuta-kun and Sora-kun too, you know.

And we’re going to have to keep changing if we want to keep on fighting in this world.

And I’m fine with that. I know it’s something that needs to be done.

Hinata: But… That’s also why it’s nice to have moments like this to reminisce every once in a while, right? Immersing yourself in a memory-filled place, listening to memory-filled songs…

*camera snap*

Eh, when did you have that camera, Anzu-san? Did you just take a photo just now?!

I’m embarrassed, you just took a photo of me being somewhat sentimental!

Wow, you have a huge smile on your face, Anzu-san. Are you that glad over how I was?

…I see. Well if you say so, then I’ll believe you.

But, I kinda feel like I was just pranked by you~.

Ahaha, guess it’s not too bad getting pranked on every once in a while. ♪

(I kinda feel things are less awkward, somehow? Do I have Anzu-san to thank for that?)

Alright, time to get serious about figuring out what to do for my Feature Live!

‘Course, you’ll be accompanying me, won’t you, Anzu-san?

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Open His Eyes | 2 | Simon “Ghost” Riley x GN!Reader

Chapter Two: When It’s Dark Out

a/n: you will not believe how much research i do for these things lmao

summary: After your surprise was measly dropped on your stoop last night, you couldn’t sleep. Wine and sleep deprivation became your best friend - while Soap tries to help the situation.

REMINDER: This is a side-blog, not my main! If you have any questions, feel free to message this blog or reblog! Reblogs are always appreciated - as well as any comments, they keep me motivated to write stuff like this!

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You didn’t sleep.

Your phone sat on the floor in front of you, next to your glass of expensive wine. The sun bled through the curtains, but all you could watch was Ghost’s bare chest rising and falling. Your eyes hurt from not sleeping for over twenty four hours, but shock had taken hold of your body. Drinking an entire bottle of wine and half of another kept you occupied, even after you waited with bated breath for Price’s response. A response that never came.

It was nine in the morning now, you poured what was your ‘last’ cup of wine before taking the glass to your lips. You took in a large amount, wiping your mouth before you put the glass down again. You were a bit tipsy, but you couldn’t handle being sober in a room with the man you… care for being in pain. Well, you wouldn’t know if he was in pain - it’s been five and a half hours and he still hasn’t moved, other than steadily breathing. It was unnerving and made you sick to your stomach, usually the man would shift in his sleep. You were used to it, accustomed to it, expected it. You were anxious now, because none of his fingers had even twitched.

Your phone began to ring loudly, terrifying you out of your trance and your hands frantically grabbed it, answering the call with a quiet, “Yes?”

“Fuckin’ Hell, Riot! Been tryin’ ta call you all damn night - are ya home?” Soap’s voice was an instant comfort, your eyes pricked with what almost felt like tears. The heel of your palm dug into your right eye as you took in a deep breath. “Riot? Hey, hey - I came to see ya, can’t be cryin’ ‘cause I’ll be there soon!” He awkwardly chuckled on the line.

You rubbed your nose a little, sniffling and eyes not leaving Ghost’s body. “Bring me the biggest bottle of wine you can find. How long will you be?”

“Uh- About an hour. I’ll-uh, bring some food too.” He chuckled, you wiped more tears away. “You okay, Ri? I mean, I know you aren’t but- Fuck, ‘m not good at this, lass.”

“I’m fine, just… remember what I asked for.” You answered before ending the call. You knew it would be very easy for someone to hack the line, it would give away your position - and how vulnerable the Lieutenant was if you told Soap about him. But your position was already compromised since the US Government likely knew where you lived, and that Captain Ballard had dropped Ghost outside on your doorstep like a package.

You needed to get up and do something, you were still tipsy but that didn’t matter. He needed to be bathed, you had no idea where he was being kept so cleaning his wounds and bandaging with fresh materials would do him some good. You moved up onto your feet, grabbing your glass and the bottle of wine - placing it on the nightstand beside the bed. You then turned away towards your bathroom, tip-toeing the entire time.

The light in the bathroom made you stumble a bit, you looked over your shoulder to see that Ghost still hadn’t moved. Your head moved back and looked around your bathroom, moving to the cabinet to grab a washcloth and some antibacterial soap. You then exited the bathroom, quietly padding through the bedroom and down the hall to the living room, then the kitchen. You quickly yet quietly looked underneath your sink for that stainless steel bowl you used to bed clean - the last time you used it was when Price was shot three times on the other side of DC during an op. You had got in a car, drove him to your home since you knew the enemy would have infiltrated the hospitals by that time. It sucked because you had to carry him up six flights of stairs, and you had to treat a bite wound on his hand because he was in agony and biting it to keep down his screams.

You pulled it out, along with some antibacterial soap - you very quickly washed it with as little water as possible, since you were sure the running water might wake him. You washed your hands and rinsed the bowl and your hands quickly, then filled the bowl halfway with water. You were careful as you carried your supplies to your bedroom.

Ghost was still sprawled like a starfish, the sheet still covering half of his stomach. You opted to settle your supplies on the side of the bed closest to the door, plus your closet full of medical supplies. You poured some of the soap into the washcloth, dunked it in the lukewarm water and went to work.

Even with you slowly and throughly washing his arm, the behemoth of a man didn’t even stir. You couldn’t force yourself to look at his face, the white bandage over one of his eyes - you kept washing his body, careful of the stitches and bruising. You would have to take out his stitches today, it was dangerous to keep them in for long periods of time - even if you didn’t know when they were sewn into his skin.

Your mind kept running seven miles a minute, you could barely comprehend any of your thoughts as you glide the damp washcloth over his chest. You were staring at the white mortuary scar as you did, realizing that it had to be years old. The washcloth stopped, settling on his stomach. Your free hand gently moved to hover over the top of his sternum near his collarbone, where the two lines became one. Instead of tracing it, you just settled your hand on it, fingers splayed across the smooth and jagged skin. He felt cold.

You glanced back up to his face, seeing his eye open and staring at you. You screeched, launching backwards and accidentally off of your bed. Your head hit the floor pretty hard as you yelped, “Jesus Christ, Ghost! A warning! A warning!”

The deep voice rumbled with half a laugh, “Warning.”

You stayed on the floor for a moment, your head pounded with a hefty weight when you sat up, your hand went to the back of your head to check for blood. Thankfully, when you pulled your hand back, there was none. You then scrambled back onto the bed, your hands immediately went to his face and cradled it. You examined the large bandage covering on of his eyes, noting that you probably needed to get a smaller one if you went to the store later.

Shit. You can’t go to the store later, you had to get him out of here and fucking fast. But you had to wait for Soap - you barely had enough strength to help him down the hallway last night.

“Are you drunk?” His voice was hoarse, it sounded nothing like how he usually did.

You shrugged, gazing at his face as you felt tears prick at your eyes. “A little tipsy. Incredibly upset.”

“How much have you seen?” His hand grazed your leg again, just like it had countless times the night before.

You gazed at his scar covered chest, hand settling on his sternum again. “Honey, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t need your pity.”

Your eyes flickered back to his face. “I know, it’s not pity. It’s empathy.”

“Gotta a mask?” He asked, moving to sit up but your hand pushed him back down - he groaned in pain.

“Yeah, in the living room. Stay down, big boy.” You moved forwards and pressed a kiss to his uninjured cheek, feeling the scratch of the scruff that was a sorry excuse for a beard. You moved to get off the bed, but his hand grazed your leg again, harder.

“We need to get…” He moved his arms back, beginning to prop himself up as you tried to get him to lay back down. He threw you a harsh glare. “We need to go. Now.”

“I know.” Your voice was soft, you knew trying to stop him was already a lost fight. You moved off of the bed, taking away the cleaning supplies and setting them on your nightstand. You moved back to your closet, yanking out a black long sleeve and cargo pants. You were quick to change, not caring if Ghost watched since he had already seen it all. As soon as you tucked your shirt into your pants, you moved to the other side of your closet to take out a worn shirt and pair of jeans that Ghost had left the last time he was here. You moved to him, hands holding the shirt as he soundlessly sat on the edge of the bed. You could tell it was hard for him to breathe, he was trying to look okay - ever the hardass about showing weakness.

“Arms up.” You ordered, he followed it. You pulled the shirt over his head, tucking it down as his arms fell to his sides, he bit his tongue to not make a sound. You then kneeled in front of him, having him slot one leg at a time into the jeans. You grabbed his arm, placing it on your shoulder as you said, “C’mon, stand up so I can get these up.”

His legs trembled from barely using them, but he still shakily stood, letting you tug the dark blue jeans up, button them and zip them up before he gracelessly sat back down on the bed, groaning as the impact lit up every nerve in his body like a firework. “They’re gonna be comin’ for us.” You turned away to your closet again, going to throw on your tactical vest. “Why didn’t we go last night?”

“‘Cause I could barely hold you up, let alone get you to my fuckin’ car.” You tugged it over your head, quickly strapping it to your chest and making sure your weapons and first aid kit were secured before looking back at Ghost. His hands were on his knees, brown eyes watching your every move like a hawk does its prey. You turned again, grabbing your thigh holster and easily clipping it into place, checking that the pistol was still locked in. “Plus, Soap’s makin’ a surprise visit, so that will help out immensely.”

His hand went up to his face and ripped off the bandage without even a noise, you frowned. He glared back at you. “Need both my eyes to shoot, Riot.”

“Soap has the secure phone, we’ll get you back to the UK so we can regroup.” You then held out a hand, bracing your feet a little as you then said, “C’mon, we need to get to the living room.”

It wasn’t a complicated feat, but he still put most of his weight on your shoulders when you walked him into the living room and let him collapse onto your thousand dollar couch. You scuttled to the floor where you treated him last night, grabbing his mask and tossing it to him. It landed perfectly in his lap, he let out a sigh of relief as he tugged it over his face. As soon as he fixed his mask so he could see through it, there was a soft knock on the door.

“Oi, Medi! You there?”

Soap.

You ran to the door, unlocking the deadbolts and ripped it open. The mohawked Scot didn’t even flinch, he held up a plastic bag that clearly had food in it. You moved out of the way, letting him into the apartment as he began to ramble, “Ya know how long I had to wait at this place? Five minutes, five minutes! I couldn’a -“ You shut the door.

“Johnny.”

Soap was halfway to your kitchen when he dropped the bag, you would’ve cared if you didn’t feel so damn tense. You watched as the Sergeant stalked towards his Lieutenant, booted feet light on the floor.

“LT?” His voice was small, he looked back to you then to him, and finally back to you. “You’ve had him this whole time?”

“No,” You murmured, grabbing your boots and shoving your feet in. “Called in a favor. Got him last night, and we need to get him far away from here, quick.”

“We can just take him to an American post,” Soap began, but you shook your head.

“My ‘friend’ is a well respected Captain and a fucking psycho. We need to get him back to the UK. Now. Call Laswell on the secure line.” You muttered, shoving the laces into the insides of your boots and going towards Ghost. You held your hands out. “‘mon big guy, let’s get going.”

He grunted in response, taking your hands and pulled himself to his feet. He let out a small groan, almost falling onto you if it wasn’t for Soap taking one of his arms.

“Lasy! Hi, uh- Quick question, how quick can you get a plane to the UK?” Soap began to speak, nervous as all hell. It took only a few minutes to get Ghost out the door, you locked it and pulled him into the elevator. You pressed the button for lower level, watching as the doors closed.

“Well- Uh, fuck, how do I put it?” Soap looked to you, leaning forwards so he could see in front of Ghost’s large torso.

You held out your free hand, Soap handed you the phone. You quickly put it to your ear. “Laswell, it’s Riot.”

“Riot, what is going on?”

“Riley is secured.” You answered, watching as the elevator doors opened to the dimly lit parking garage underneath your apartment building.

Laswell gasped a little, “What?”

“Long story. I need evac from DC, asap. We’ve got to get him back to UK now, he’s in danger.” You swallowed your fear as both you and Soap pushed forwards, the Lieutenant in between both of you sluggishly kept up. “We are in danger.”

“I can be at the airport in twenty.” She said, you could hear rustling on her end. “Copy?”

“Copy. Airport in twenty.” You answered, ending the call and shoving the phone into Ghost’s pant pocket. You then drew your gun from your vest, knowing Soap was already holding his own pistol as you two dragged on. “It’s the black SUV under that light.”

It was only four cars away, but you felt a prick of ice stab your spine. You let Ghost’s arm and weight just rest on your shoulders as you moved your arm from his back, fishing for your keys. You then reached in front of Ghost, handing them to Soap. “Get him in the car.”

“What-?”

You dropped from underneath Ghost’s arm, he almost fell over but Soap was quick to recover. You turned around, seeing men with guns that began to point at you.

“Soap, go!” Your voice bounced off the walls as you instantly switched off the safety, aiming and pulling the trigger.

Gunshots rang in your eardrums, making them ache as you down two of the soldiers, but some of them hadn’t fired rounds at you as you backed up. They moved forwards, fast towards you - you released what the guns they had in their grasps were.

Tranquilizers.

You glanced over your shoulder, seeing Soap shoving Ghost into the car and slamming the door. He raced forwards, ripping open the driver’s door before shouting, “Bonnie, let’s go!”

“Get him out of here, I’ll get them off of you!” You began to hear popping, you ducked behind a car as you kept eye contact with Soap. “I’ll be right behind you!”

“You can make it!” Soap cried, cocking his gun as a bullet whizzed past him and dug into your SUV. He ducked, you looked back to the enemy and firing off a few more shots - killing two of them. There was at least five more, dodging behind cars and shooting at your position.

You looked back to Soap. “He’s the asset here, fucking go!”

Soap let out a yell as you felt a hand come to slap over your mouth, your head pulled back into someone’s chest as something sharp plunged into your neck. You screamed loudly, hand reaching for a knife on your vest but your head began to spin. The dim lights above you began to haze, your heartbeat in your throat as you heard the screech of tires.

This is the end.

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[brisquad-unit-4402]

it's always a good day when unit 4402 posts -w- the Doppio post was so good!!! thank you for feeding us yet again with high quality writing! engagement may be a little low in the nijien fandom, but know that there are many people enjoying and awaiting your posts, regardless of frequency. the quality is always worth it :D

thank you! i put a lot of effort into the latest post i hope it shows through hehe

idk if this is the post or not to talk abt engagement but sure, i got time to kill.

i’ve been on tumblr for a while and i’ve noticed over the years as twt users move to tumblr there’s a lot less audience-op interaction for fanworks. so i really appreciate when people take the time to write any asks at all to talk to me. you can probably tell in how i like to ramble esp when someone mentions something they liked in a fic

like i’ve had this ask since what, 8am? i saw it for the first time at 10am. and i’m now writing this at 7pm because throughout the day i was like “hehe anon said they liked my doppio fics [3rd grader giggle]” and couldn’t figure out a way to make a 3rd grader giggle seem intelligent until now

this extends to only-a-second interactions too like notes. there is no greater delight to me than someone rb’ing one of my posts. it’s how my posts get shared, or if you have a private blog, how i know something really resonated

honestly any notes give me a better idea of what you want to see me write next. i write for myself first and foremost which is why i update…….... vaguely frequently???? minimum of twice per month depending on if i need a rest or not????? you’re allowed to make fun of me for going radio silent for most of autumn

but the point is i like to write often and whatever gets the most interaction, usually ends up having an impact on what i end up writing

spoiler alert, this is why i have so many luxiem posts and honestly why seeing how the doppio post did made me so happy

his voice is a difficult one but a fun one! and i’m happy to see that so many people appreciate the variety!

so in short i’m really thankful for everyone that reads my writing. and i’m very very happy that my latest post vibes with so many people on this side of nijiblr. i’m easily overwhelmed and delighted by how much support i receive

[laf-outloud]

https://www.tumblr.com/laf-outloud/711921005033127936

I'm not sure you’ll be interested in my reply to this, but I can’t send an ask to the original blog, so I hope you don’t mind if I write this to you. You were interested enough to reblogging the OG post, so I hope I’m not out of line here, or boring.

I had both similarities and differences from @prettydeaneyes when meeting the guys.

I like J2, but I am definitely Jared-leaning, especially after the prequel business. I was incredibly excited to meet Jared, while still also interested in meeting Jensen, just not as much.

In terms of M&Gs, I found Jared more tuned in and engaged. He is almost intense with how much he focuses on you. Jensen's had a different vibe, not as deep but still attentive, I guess. Jensen answered questions fairly thoughtfully, though I only really heard one tidbit of info that I found really interesting from him. There was a heller in the room enbarsssing herself, so she ate up valuable time in the meet with her BS, though. He was pretty engaging though and seemed okay with me giving him some cheek. But, for me, Jared’s M&G felt more intimate abd lighthearted with all of us joking about his 6 wounded warrior shirts that he’s worn everywhere, but also a little intimidating since it was my first.

For photo ops, I honestly felt like Jared was distracted when it was my turn. He started with his back to me and he was dancing, which was cute but made me feel off-balance and a bit awkward when he turned to face me, though he was my first J photo op. He gave me a very tight hug, which was great, but no little engagements like I’ve heard he’s done with others, so I felt a bit let down after accounts of others' experiences with him. In my Jensen solo, he was super engaging the first time. He had his charm dialed up to 11. So, I was surprised by enjoying his op more. In my J2 duo Ops, they were both fine with my requests and moved into position without question. I felt like both were pretty businesslike, though Jared cuddled into me more in the squish hug. They did hug tight.

I had two more days of photo ops with Jensen in one of the cons that Jared couldn’t attend, and the first day I found Jensen almost cold and walked away feeling like: F-it, I’m not going to be intimidated by this guy who can’t be pleasant when we are already disappointed by Jared’s absence. Honesty, it made me much more casual in my interactions with him after that. Still , the next day I had another op with him and he was friendly and we had to chat a minute to clarify my pose and he was great. So, I’ve had both better and worse solo op experiences with Jensen than Jared. Sadly, only one with Jared though, so it’s not a good sample size. I think I just had bad luck with Jared and he was distracted, while I think Jense is a bit more temperamental.

In autographs, in Toronto I found both Js to be a little disengaged though polite, though Jared seemed more distant (though this was the con where he teared up on stage and my autograph was after that on the Sunday , so he might have just been spent. We were soecicalky asked not to share overly emotional stories with either J as they were tired.). Jensen warmed a little by the end of our brief interaction. The second auto I had with Jensen he was friendly and I just kept it short, but it was one of my favorite auto interactions because it was just cute and I was not full of nerves.

To conclude, based on my exoerience and what I’ve read on,one, our own feelings and expectations have a decent role in how we end up percoevung the guys. However, I think Jensen can be very charming when he wants to, but he doesn’t always want to. Whereas Jared felt more real, but that also means he can’t hide it if he’s just spent. Ultimately bath guys are just human, but I truly think, in most cases, Jared engages more, just not "always" with me. I really hope he’s at the next aJIB because I wanted two con experiences to help me get a fuller impression of both guys.

No worries, anon! You're not out of line, or boring. It's always interesting to hear people's personal convention experiences (in the likely event that I'll never attend one.)

It's interesting the way you describe them because that's exactly how I imagine they are in person from everything else I've heard. When Jensen wants to be charming, it's a force of nature, and Jared wears his heart on his sleeve (no 'performance' so-to-say) so what you see is exactly what you get.

Thank you for sharing, and I really hope you get to increase your 'sample study' at the next JIB!

[kunikloj]

Something I hope a lot of younger people figure out—and even people my age or older, if they’re willing—is that, if you try hard enough, you can make just about anything sound problematic.

This isn’t to say that we shouldn’t try to point out problematic elements in media or speak to injustices in the world around us; it’s just important to evaluate the intentions of the person speaking, and take note when they make leaps in logic.

The illuminaughtii situation is a prime example of this. On the surface, Blair seemed like a passionate advocate for social justice who called out oppressive behavior and lifted up those who are often overlooked. When it was revealed that she was harassing people, making side accounts to sabotage the success of her former friends, and mistreating the people who volunteered to help her grow her channel and community (to the extent of calling one of them a P-file defender because he was asleep at 3:00 AM in his time zone and didn’t ban a creeper in her Discord right away,) what did she do? She released a disingenuous apology video where she leveraged progressive rhetoric to save face, and ultimately showed how little she cared about the values she espoused.

This isn’t meant to be an illuminaughtii callout post—MANY people have covered this story already—but I bring it up to illustrate that anything can be painted with a problematic brush. The only reason Blair’s damage control failed was because all of the evidence against her had already been made public. If she had gone on the attack preemptively and had more time to plan her phrasing? This might have been a different story.

Rhetoric is morally agnostic. If the truth about a subject couldn’t be obscured by phrasing or rhetorical tactics, then debates wouldn’t exist. You see this on conservative outlets all the time: rather than presenting something honestly, they present a biased view of the issue and go on the defensive, painting progressive issues as the destruction of what is normal and acceptable. If they get called out for this, the outlets can point to people’s valid anger and paint them as being aggressive and intolerant of conservative views.

But that’s just conservatives, right? No, unfortunately.

It’s a tough pill to swallow, but you actually see something similar among progressives, especially when infighting is involved. The difference is that when progressives do this, we wrap our anger in the language of social justice to make it more palatable to the peers we’re trying to sway. And the worst part is, you can do this VERY easily. Here’s an example:

Someone on Tumblr makes me mad. I want to take them down, but their blog doesn’t have any outright bigoted posts on it. It does, however, contain a few reblogs of K-pop idol photos. (I apologize for using this as an example, K-pop fans; I don’t actually think you’re bad people!)

In this hypothetical example, I don’t actually care whether somebody likes K-pop. I rarely think about it, and I’ve never gone after someone for enjoying it before. But since I have nothing else to go on, and I REALLY want to get back at this person who made me mad, I decide to be selectively angry about K-pop for this occasion. Now it’s time to write a callout.

Everything we consume media-wise is tied to an industry, so I start with the industry. Then, I think about the fans. Fans support the music industry, so if I can find something bad about the industry, I can use the consumption of K-pop to make a moral statement about the fans. Finish it with a pointed, sensationalized accusation against the person I dislike, and I just managed to make them look bad despite having done nothing wrong.

Don’t believe me? Here’s the callout:

“Just came here to point out that OP supports the exploitation of young people and continues to support K-pop, even though they know FULL WELL that the K-pop industry forces their idols to work themselves to the bone and starve themselves to fit a misogynistic Western beauty standard that affects MILLION of young Koreans every year.

If you want us to take you seriously, then maybe consider being less of an exploitative shitbag next time 😒”

And just like that, I’ve taken the person’s casual hobby and turned it into a damning attack on their character. The worst part? I barely know anything about K-pop! All I had was some passing knowledge of the industry’s controversial practices I heard about years ago. Has it gotten better? Is it justifiable to project the injustices of the industry onto a single person? It doesn’t matter. I just want the satisfaction of tearing them down; and since I went on the attack, I can now spin anything they say in response in my favor.

You can do this with anything you want. Video games? Talk about dev crunch time. Food? Talk about the low pay, hard labor, and the mental health crisis among chefs. Makeup? Talk about corrupt influencers and animal testing. Art? Find any flaw or oversight in the design and tie that to a prejudice. Fitness? Politics? Way too many angles to even list.

When people take these faux progressive angles to tear others down, they can easily convince themselves they’re in the right. They can even rewrite their motivations so that it was always really about the injustice, not their own personal annoyance.

So when I say to watch out for intent and leaps in logic, this is what I mean. Knowing about social justice is a great way to edify yourself and help those who are marginalized, but it can also be a weapon if you choose to use it as such. This technique is the tactical basis for covert narcissism, and it can infect the most well-meaning of us too.

So please, watch out. Try to read between the lines and ask yourself if someone is truly making an empathetic argument, because disingenuous rhetoric is truly powerful.

[nakimov]

funny thing is, Manjiro is born in 1990 and I’m born in 2005(guess you could say he ‘groomed’ me going by some of these peoples logic 🤣) turned 18 recently and I’ve had loved him and many characters in the series, since starting it in 2021, yet somehow I’m a nonce for thinking they’re hot 😂 make it make sense. If you look at some official arts you’ll see the fan-service on them. Heck Yuzuha had her panties out in that one panel. The word pedophile doesn’t mean shit on this website or on Twitter because it’s been watered down by idiots. Cyber tip it, get the police involved or go to the station if you came across that type of material so that minor can be saved but they won’t cause even they know deep down it’s all bullshit and just want the attention and praise, going after someone who causes real harm is too much effort so the best they got is to go after people liking anime characters. So dumb, sorry for the long ask op, just annoyed 😒.

People listen, Megumi will not thank you, Bakugou will not thank you, Yuuta will not thank you, Manjiro will not thank you, Yuji will not thank you, Nagi will not thank you…why? Because they’re not real, you could draw them dead for all I care and they’d still be just fine, why? Cause they ain’t real! They can come back from whatever shit someone draws and/or writes about them, shit I might not like myself, human being such as myself can’t.

But you still want to save the fictional anime characters? Then use this link below ⬇️

To report an incident involving the possession, distribution, receipt, or production of child exploitation file a report on the National Center for Missing & Exploited Children (NCMEC)'s website at http://cybertipline.com, or call 1-800-843-5678.

again, my apologies for popping of on your blog again, but I just find this whole thing absurd and a waste of time. Also, why now? Why does everyone care about the anime character being sexualised now? I remember being told shit when I was back in high school and college, still am by the way, that ‘he’s not real’ ‘the anime boy won’t date you’ ‘that’s cringe go speak to real boy’s’ compared to nowadays🤔 I just don’t get it, now they’re real? And not to mention, Yuji and Megumi are born in 2002 and Yuta in 2001, they’re 3-4 years older than me and yet I’m a weirdo for them hot?! I’ll just say these boys ‘groomed’ me going by this silly logic and the police can arrest their fictional asses, it’s just so dumb 😂🤣

This is the most truest thing I’ve read all day. Beautiful, I’m in tears. I guess people will still find ways to connect reality with fiction constantly. When all it is, is just fantasies. I find 90% of the men in JJK hot asf, from Yuji all the way to Higuruma. I can’t help myself with the way Gege draws his male characters super hot. Had to limit replies, seems like all I’m getting is L takes on my argument. There’s a lot of smut with these characters, I couldn’t care less since they’re fictional. 😭💀

[ragnar0c]

Hmmmm… realized I didn’t update a lot about the late 4th and 5th strata and seemed to have jumped to post game. That is because the overlord is a pissbaby who lives in a piss castle… (It’s actually bc I didn’t feel like blogging about not Frieren on the weekend)

Anyway log of silly things that happened 19f-25f that deserved their own posts…

4th stratum

Petaloids… There was a cute event if you used a password that introduced you to them early LMAOO I says “This was a nightmare even for Ragnarok of Etria!!” YEAH GET THOSE PETALOIDS AWAY FROM ME…..!! THEY GOT ME IN ETRIA … Still hate them got ambushed and died once.

Aer got confused by moths and immediately killed Kenji both times

I really like the foe patterns this stratum

Harpuia was so easy I gasped when she died

5th stratum

Deathman scary??? Same for those hydra things

Stir eye beloathed (Yes I walked into many on accident)

I still don’t know what the red button did, but I shouldn’t have pressed it

Juggernaut’s boss room made me wanna explode.

24th floor not having good short cuts also makes me want to explode

Overlord phase 1 was fun when I got the pattern (2nd try)

Overlord phase two????? UHm… He died really fast since he spammed a multi-hit and I had bait like… look

I was really hyped for him and the part where he could game over you if you clicked yes. I actually had lore here where a character accepted. But reading it… uhmmmmmmmmm. Only a dumbass would say yes bc he clearly says the grail isn’t working… why would you let him use it on you 😭 I might make it so said member gets injured and he uses it on her against her will or smt….

He couldn’t help being a piss boy ig… Hai had an op sword and 3 buffs… that’s literally how you win EO battles. 3 buffs and 3 debuffs.

After he died I got Cin the penultimate gun, after wyrm and golem were killed I got Kenji the dominator.

Fin.

[ciaossu-imagines]

Hello, hello, my lovely readers! I'm back tonight to get the last three fandom prompts I had done up out and up! After this, I'll probably try to get one to two posts done up out of the ten ask-box requests by Thursday at the latest! So, kicking off tonight with another new fandom to this blog, the silly and fun Blush Blush! If you have Steam and haven't played it, I definitely strongly recommend it as a fun and addictive time-waster! This prompt and the next three will be based off this prompt here and I hope you'll all enjoy!

Put any character in my ask and I’ll try to find a song in my music that I think goes with them.

Nimh – Nimh is my first Blush Blush love. He’s sweet and soft and just the most comforting feeling character to me and I always associate just that lazy, comfortable, happy feeling of Bob Marley’s Three Little Birds with him.

Volks – Both for the general tone of the music and the obvious connection to his wolfish form, I had to go with Full Moon by A.R. Rahman. There’s some broodiness to the harmony, it’s a little slow to suit a boy who’s slow to warm up to people, but it’s got this underlying sweetness that you really see in Volks as you go through his route.

Kelby – Kelby’s an active guy and I see him listening to music during gym workouts or while out jogging, just things to get him pumped up. I really feel like Lethal Bizzle’s I Win is a go-to for him so it’s a song I associate with him!

Eli – Gay Bar by Electric Six, most definitely. It’s silly and fun and honestly, Eli would be the star of any bar he walked into, gay or not!

Anon – It’s funny because he definitely is not the lots of movement type but I always kind of hum I Like to Move It from Madagascar whenever I’m focusing on completing him in game. It’s the lemurs, man, the lemurs!

Garrett – I can’t quite explain it, it’s just the way the song affects me. But Home – A House on the Hill from the Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood OST always feels like a warm hug and sunshine and comfort to me. And Garrett is all of those things and, as a bonus, we all know he gives the best hugs.

Dmitri – Okay, even I can’t fully explain this one, but first immediate thought and no others could compete – it’s Smooth by Santana ft. Rob Thomas. I think the music itself suits him – smooth, spicy, with a nice Latin flair to it and I honestly think that’s how he approaches love too. Give him all your love, don’t half-ass it because he won’t accept that at all!

Ichiban – I am pretty sure, if I recall correctly, there’s even a reference to it within Ichiban’s text in game but I definitely think that he both loves and that I strongly associate him with the Caramelldansen song!

William – Again, this one is based off a response he gives when talking in game about relatives in Bel-Air! It’s definitely the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air theme song. I have no doubts he knows all the words to it too, haha!

Myx – Okay, but I gotta pay respect to the obvious inspiration for Myx and pick something by Ninja Sex Party! Since Road Trip is my favourite of theirs, that’s the one I went with!

Stirling – With Stirling, I don’t so much associate a song with his character so much as there’s just songs I can so firmly see him skating to. Like, I listen and I imagine our fabulous vampire just twirling away on the ice in this elaborate routine and the one I do this most for (other than plain out just anything by Tchaikovsky, who I think Stirling was friends with and whose music I think he uses in his routines often) is Tchaikovsky’s The Sleeping Beauty, Op. 66: Act 1: Carabosse (The Bad Fairy).

Scale – I know he wants to be taken seriously so much, but I just can’t take Scale seriously. Like, at all…so my song choice for him couldn’t be serious either! Which is why Ninja Rap from Vanilla Ice is my go-to for him!

[emergency-51]

Emergency! Fandom Intro

A/N: Not really an “intro” per se because I’ve been here for a while, but I found this, and I thought I’d answer a few formal introduction questions! 

OP: @johnnys-green-pen  ... an amazing blog that you should totally check out!

1. How’d you find this show and the fandom? How long have you been here?

My mom grew up in the 70s and Emergency! was her favorite show growing up. It inspired her so much that she’s been a paramedic pretty much all my life! I started watching Emergency! when I was like six. As far as the fandom, I just kind went searching through the tags on here and found the community!

2. What made you stick around?

I just love the people in this fandom! It’s a small community, but I love it. 

3. Who’s your favorite character?

Johnny. Has been since day one.

4. Are you a shipping kind of person? If yes, what are your favorite ships?

Ehhhh. Not particularly a shipper. Platonically, though, Roy and John.

5. Favorite moment/scene/quote? Yes, you can pick more than one.

• One scene that stands out to me is when Dr. Morton is talking to the singer who overdosed on tranquilizers and she’s talking about how her career is finished and he tells her that he doesn’t believe that it is — it always touched me idk.

• Another is the episode with the big brushfire (Season 3) and Roy is talking to the wife of the fireman who got badly hurt and she says to Roy: “What’s worse than a complaining wife?” And Roy says, “A wife that doesn’t care.” — that one always makes me tear up.

• In season 2, the episode called “Seance” has a scene where they repeatedly report to a house of this couple where the wife thinks her dead sister is haunting them (I won’t get into it) but during one call, the husband asks Johnny and Roy to scope out the house and it’s always been funny to me because they’re actually scared they’ll find a ghost.

6. Do you have a favorite episode? Feel free to pick one per season if you can’t decide. 

• Season 1: “Botulism”

• Season 2: “Virus”

• Season 3: “Snakebite”

• Season 4: “Smoke Eater”

• Season 5: “Involvement” and “The Nuisance” -- I couldn’t pick just one.

• Season 6: “Loose Ends”

7. Most underrated character, either among the fandom or one of the writers never utilized to their full potential?

I would say either Stoker or Morton. I know Stoker wasn’t really intended to be a main character but I just always liked him and his occasional lines/appearances. Morton I feel like had a few episodes where he really shined but I think they totally could’ve done more with him.

8. One thing you’d have liked to see more (or less) of in the show?

ROY’S PERSONAL LIFE!!!! We hear about Joanne and the kids ALL THE TIME and I think we see her like once. I would’ve loved an episode where Joanne or one of the kids are a main plot point.

9. Do you have a fanwork recommendation for us? Fic, art, video, whatever?

I wish. I hardly can find any fan work :(

10. Any fanworks you’d like to see?

Literally all of it. I’m also involved in the Harry Potter fandom and I’ve been spoiled with the endless amount of content there. 

11. Any favorite headcanons you’d like to tell us about?

Brackett has a pet turtle. 

12. Free space! Anything else you’d like to mention!

This was fun, and I love this fandom <3