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gh0stsp1d3r · 4 months ago

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ℳ𝒶𝓎𝒷𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈 𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇

Chapter 5 - tell him, you fucking asshole!

Warnings: mentions of doctor given drugs, strong language, mentions of wounds, being held at gunpoint again 😭 poor you bro

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You stood next to big john, the drugs from the doctor still giving you a little bit of a high. You rambled on and on about something while he nodded along.

“Wait, so you dated Rafe Cameron?” Big John asked you with a quirked eyebrow, finding it slightly hard to believe.

“Yeah. He was sweet but…” you sighed. “Also an asshole. It’s very on and off with us right now.”

“I mean, he’s a cameron, what’d you expect?”

You sighed, nodding and shrugging.

“What about Sarah? What’s she like?” He asked you, looking at you now, pausing what he was doing.

“She’s super sweet. A lot better than Ward. And Rafe.” You said with a giggle. He just stared at you. “Look, I know you went through a lot with…” you glanced at Ward from afar. “But believe me, she’s not like him at all. Try not to be so hard on her?”

He had a hard time believing you, but just nodded anyways, glancing back at his son and Sarah sitting not too far away, before turning back to you.

“How are you gonna make it up on that leg?” He nodded to the wounded one.

“Oh, I’ll make it. I got kidnapped for this shit, and I ain’t missing out on it.”

It was night now, everyone was asleep. You slept with your head against the floorboards, mouth agape.

You woke up to hear the sound of creaking on the dock, you furrowed an eyebrow, stretching as you sat up, looking around for the source. It was then that you saw a figure at the end, the glow of a phone in his hands. You looked around, everyone was there except for Ward.

You were confused as to what he would be doing on his phone this late and why he was all the way over at the end of the dock.

You woke up with an annoyed groan, murmuring out a “what?” As John B shook your shoulder.

“Get up.” He told you, shoving your bag into your face. You sighed, getting up once again and grabbing your bag, slinging it over your shoulder. You grabbed a pain reliever, popping two into your mouth.

“That sites a whole days walk. We gotta get up there before moonrise. If we miss the solstice, then all this was for nothing. So, listen, Sarah, I’m telling you right now, if you fall behind, I ain’t waiting.”

You wondered why he said that sentence directly to Sarah and not you. You shrugged it off, ignoring it.

“Dad. Stop.” John B said to him, slightly embarrassed.

“What? I ain’t. It’s a matter of fact.”

John B stepped onto the dock with you and Sarah. “Sorry about the cranky old man.”

Big John looked at Ward, also stepping onto to the dock.

“I’m gonna go tell that son of a bitch he ain’t coming.”

“Dad, hey-“ John B tried, but he was already walking away and towards Ward.

“Hey, listen, fellas. I’m real sorry, but, uh… I’m not gonna be able to make it up that mountain, not on this leg.”

You wanted to make a joke about how you both were leg twins, the bullet wound in yours and the stab in his. But you just smiled, keeping the comment to yourself.

“I’d be slowing you down, that’s all. So I’m just gonna… hang here. Tell you what, I got a flare gun. If I see Singh come through here, I’ll send up a flare, let you all know he’s coming.” He looked at Sarah. “Least I can do.”

“Thank you.” She said.

“You’re welcome. Good luck.” He nodded.

John B, you and Sarah all began to walk off while Big John stayed for a moment.

“Don’t even think about trying anything, Ward.” Big John warned. “It won’t end well.”

“Just trying to take care of my daughter, John.” He looked at him. “What are you doing with your son?”

“Let’s go, come on.” John B spoke from behind, Big John ignoring Wards words and walking over to the three of you.

The trek up the mountains was treacherous. You had to wind down trees, climb up slopes. Somehow John B was faster than all of you right now.

“Come on, kids.”

“For an old man he walks hella fast.” You groaned, Sarah grabbing your hand and helping you.

“JJ, you were right, that’s Singh and his men. But they’re not looking for us..” Cleo spoke, watching Singh go by on a boat.

“Yeah, they’re moving real quick.” He came to a realization. “They’re looking for John B, Saran and y/n. They’ll know where they’re headed.” He said, standing up. “We gotta go, they’re gonna need us!”

“Stay back, don’t get too close.”

John B fell, you and Sarah going to help him. “Hey, are you good?” She asked him quickly.

“Yeah.” He grunted out.

“C’mon, let’s get a move on!”

John B helped you and Sarah up the slope, Big John still moving.

“Hey, pop, how about we uh, take a breather, you know?”

“How about not? Come on, boy. You guys are slowing me down. We’re losing light.”

“I can’t take this anymore.” John B spoke, turning to you both.

You groaned out. “I know!”

“It’s the only shot we got, come on.” Big John told you both, you sighing. John B went up the the man.

“Hey! Hey. For 30 seconds, can you stop being an asshole?” He breathed out.

“Thirty seconds? I’ve been on this trail my whole life, boy, and we are on the cusp. I got Ward Cameron who tried to kill me, nipping at my heels, his daughter spying on me.” He gritted out.

“You think she’s spying on you?”

Sarah overheard the conversation, breathing out as you had a hand on her shoulder.

“Is he always like this?” She tried to speak a lighthearted joke. You nodded.

“Always has been.”

“Are you really so sure about her? A Cameron? That whole family is trust-challenged, and you know that. So you can stay back here and… babysit your girlfriend and y/n, it’s your choice. I’ll see you at the top.” He pat his back.

John B grabbed Sarah’s hand, you following behind them both.

“Sorry. Cameron’s aren’t really a hiking family.” Sarah said. “If I’m being honest.”

“Sorry about him.” John B nodded up the hill. “He gets a little… obsessive over the treasure.”

Sarah smiled up at the boy. “And you don’t?” She chuckled.

“Stop.” He laughed, you watching the whole thing with a small smile.

“Let’s go, come on.” She said.

“Whoo-hoo!” Big John yelled, looking out over the beautiful mountains. “Come on, take a look at this.”

“Sorry. I had to catch my breath.” Sarah spoke, going over to them.

“Catch it when you get here. Take a look at that.” He pointed to the three rocks on the ground not too far. “We did it, boy.” He looked over to his son. “There she blows.”

His gaze went to his father, and then to Sarah, small smile spreading across his face.

“Come on. Let’s keep trucking.” Big John spoke.

“Now downhill I can do.” You laughed, walking down.

“Whoaaa…” you sighed out.

“Oh my God. It’s just as the legend predicted it. See these four columns here? Mark the cardinal directions. And there it is. The temalacatl.” He pointed to a table in the middle.

“Oh my, I can’t believe it.”

“Oh, it’s as real as the day, boy.” Big John sighed, feeling along the cracks and crevices. “A thousand years of astronomy. Mathematics. Is all contained in this. This proves that the Kalinago were every bit the equal to the Mayans. This… this is gonna rewrite everything. Oh, you see that? This right here.” He pointed to the middle.

“That’s where she goes.”

“Yeah, yeah, get the gnomon out.”

He got it out. “Look at this. This is it, this is the moment, boy.” He put the gnomon slowly over the middle. “Alright, look at this. Please, please, please…”

Big John laughed, the gnomon fitting perfectly. “Yo, listen up, when the moon hits its zenith, that’s when the action starts. Okay, John B, I want you up on translation. Sarah and y/n, gather up some mud. And mark the glyph so we know what to translate.”

You and Sarah got down quickly, grabbing the bowl and putting mud in.

“And be quick about it, okay?”

“Hey, hey. Aye, aye, captain. Relax.” John B muttered.

“We only got one shot at this. I don’t want any back talk, okay?”

“Sar, wanna help me with this?”

“Yeah, of course.”

You all waited, looking at the moon until suddenly, the top of the gnomon started to glow.

“Woah…” you murmured.

“It’s actually working.”

“Okay…”

“Oh my god. Oh my god.”

“Oh, dad, oh guys-“ John B started, one of the glyphs beginning to glow.

“Mark it, mark it, hurry, hurry! Mary it! What’s that?”

“That is the one that looks like a boot.”

You pointed to it on the paper. “Brave traveler.”

“Ah great, brave traveler.”

“Oh, oh, this one?” Sarah asked, another one glowing.

“Wisdom.” You quickly spoke.

“Pay close attention, can’t muck this up. If they shine, mark it, keep translating.”

“Okay, we got it, we got it.”

“There’s two more there.” You pointed out.

“This is… Wealth..” John B pointed to one. “And.. and..”

“Earth.” You told them.

“Earth, earth and wealth. Okay, I think I got this first one sorted. Brave traveler, if you had wisdom, I’ll reveal the wealth of the earth.”

“Wealth of the earth.”

“Wealth of the earth! That’s… that’s El dorado!” Be laughed. “Oh, wait-“

“Something’s happening off the stone-“

“Look, it’s coming off the the gnomon!”

“A horn thing?”

“Patience.” John B told him.

“Patience.” Big John murmured, holding a hand out to you three.

“Whoa, whoa, woah-“

“There, there. Look. That’s wisdom again.”

“Yeah, that’s wisdom.”

“And that’s a tongue…” Sarah pointed.

“Darkness. That one’s darkness.” John B spoke.

“Darkness. Wisdom and darkness.”

“And over there, that’s um, seeker.”

“Seeker…”

“Hey, hey,” John B spoke, seeing another. “Sarah, what is hand? What is hand?”

“I don’t know… I don’t see it on here.” She said, shining his flashlight over the paper.

“Oh, I know this. Hand, hand. Hand- hand means home.” Big John realized.

“Home?”

“It’s showing us the direction to el dorado. It’s showing us the direction to el dorado!” Big John began to walk, before his face fell.

He mumbled, turning back. “Wisdom. Wisdom.”

“What do we got, old man?” John B asked him.

“I… I have no tongue, but I’m always speaking.”

“What does it mean?” Sarah asked.

“I…” he paused, looking up at Sarah now.

“Dad, just spit it out.” John B said.

“I’m- I’m- still working it out.” He told John B, pocketing the notebook.

“Dad, what are you doing?”

“I’ve got all the notes. I… we know which way we’re going. It’s…”

John B turned to Sarah, she was looking back at him. “It’s because I’m here. This is about me, isn’t it?”

“Damn.” You murmured, eyes widening.

Big John looked at her now.

“Big John, I am not my father. And I’m not my brother. You can trust me.”

“She’s not.” You chimed in.

“What does it say? Hey, look at me.” John B snapped. “We all just went through hell and back to get here. Tell me what it says this is what we’re doing, huh? Just gonna use us? Just gonna pull us in and push us out, like you did with mom, with me. Look, now you’re doing it to Sarah!”

“John B, stop-“ Sarah tried.

“No! Tell us what it is! What does it say, dad?! What does it say?!”

“Yea, John! What does it say?” A voice spoke, all of you turning to it.

“No freaking way.” Your mouth went agape, all of you staring at Singh.

“Huh? Tell us all, John! What is the secret of the gnomon?” His hands went to his gun, and he pulled it when Big John began to pull out his own.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, John. I have you surrounded. You’d do best to toss over your gun now!”

People began to crowd in, surrounding you all.

“Careful now, Mr. Routledge. Careful.”

He handed over the gun to one of his men.

“Very good!”

“I thought Ward was gonna send up a flare?” You said.

“Yeah, sure.” Big John scoffed.

“Hey, what did you do with my father?” Sarah yelled up at Singh.

“I’m right here, Sarah! I’m okay! I’m right here.”

“Yo, what the fuck is going on today?” You whispered to yourself. “This feels like a really bad acid trip.”

“Dad. Dad.” She sniffled, walking over. “What did you do?”

“No, no, no, Sarah, I made a deal, Sarah, I had to.”

“A deal?!”

“Yes. I did a favor for Mr. Singh. In return, he’s gonna give me all I want-“

“You think this is favor?!”

“I want you safe! Isn’t that right, Mr. Singh?”

“Mr. Cameron is correct. When we’re finished, you can go with your father. Safe and sound.”

“And you too can live, you know, John, if you just give me what I want!” He shouted. “The way to El dorado!”

“Sorry, Carlos. I can’t do it.”

Ward exhaled.

“And you ain’t gonna kill me… cause I got the treasure. It’s right up here.” He pointed to his head.

“John, John, John, John, John. You know what the Guajiro king did to the slaves that mined el dorado, John?”

“Is this fucking history class now?” You shouted back, Singh deciding to ignore your comment.

“He had them executed, so they could never reveal the secret location, and he did it here, you know, on the stone of Solana. And I think it’s important, very important that we honor tradition!”

Four guards suddenly grabbed you and John B, you whimpering as one roughly grabbed your hair, both of them holding a gun to your head, two of them holding ones to John B’s.

“No..” Sarah whispered.

“So, tell me, John. What does it say?!”

You looked at John B, the same look of fear in his eyes as yours. You swallowed.

“Tell him. Please.” John B spoke.

He stayed silent.

“Fucking tell him, dude! That’s your son!” You yelled at Big John, being silenced when the gun was put on your forehead.

“Make your choice, John!”

“Dad, just tell him.” John B spoke, voice broken.

“John, Jesus, John, tell him!” Ward said, even he could be worried about you and John B.

“Tell him, you fucking asshole! You’re seriously not gonna help your fucking son?!” You shouted, tears running down your face at just the thought of never getting to see your brother again, or Rafe.

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multidimensionalslvt · 6 months ago

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۪۫🐾'۪ 𖧵 introducing my archeologist-YouTuber dr ˊ˗

A/n: FINALLY GOT MY MOTIVATION 😭😭. If you have any questions ask!!

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ME - E - EE .ᐟ

✶⋆. birth name : Moira Swan

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✶⋆. nationality : Swedish-American

✶⋆. birthday : September 27

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✶⋆. traits : quick thinker, genius, creative, hilarious, adventurous, compelling, attractive, initiative, problem solver, sarcastic, flirty, competitive

✶⋆. likes : going on runs, digging, archeology, coffee, drunk karaoke, dancing, working out, chocolate chip pancakes, reading, playing guitar, Dr Pepper, F1, going to the beach, Taylor Swift, flirting with people, being unhinged on the internet, my friends, making youtube videos, Streaming on twitch, hockey, animals, learning about history

✶⋆. dislikes : Littering, Poaching, nosy people, Dr Pepper haters, people that slut shame, being told to calm down, the smell of nail polish, rude people, lavender scented things, liars

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FAMILY/BACKSTORY .ᐟ

✶⋆. backstory ; Grew up in Sweden until my brother and I were 10 years old. (Our parents were not rich but well off) Then we moved to the USA. Mal and I started carting in Sweden at age 6. At 12 our parents died in an accident. And we were forced into foster care. My brother and I stopped carting for a while until we were 14 and my sister convinced him to continue. When our sister became 18, she started raising us. We lived in Texas. Until we graduated highschool (mal and I graduated a year early) then I went to college and my sister and brother moved to cali. I graduated at 20 then I jumped head first into my archeological career.

sibling one

✶⋆. name : Nevaeh Swan

✶⋆. age : 28

✶⋆. career : professional dance choreographer.

✶⋆. extra : we’re so close omg. She has a YouTube channel.

sibling two

✶⋆. name : MalakI Swan

✶⋆. age : 24

✶⋆. career : formula 2 racer (soon to be f1)

✶⋆. extra : my twin. we’re known as the trouble twins😭. Oh and I forced him to make a yt channel.

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✶⋆. job : archeologist, streamer, youtuber

✶⋆. main friends : handsum fella, Jshlatt, Ludwig, Jack Manifold, Hasanabi, Austin show, Carina Singh (my manager), Lando Norris, Logan Saergant, Valkyrae

social media

✶⋆. youtube channels : I have like 3

⊹ user : archAngel101

⊹ subscribers : 999k

⊹ content : random facts about archeology, have a segment called “angelsplaining” where I basically explain shit.

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✧ subscribers : 714k

✧ content : gaming content/like more of my streaming content

ᯓ extra : I also am thinking about having a vlog channel. And my siblings and I have a channel for our podcast.

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⊹ user : archAngel101

⊹ followers : 645k

⊹ content : this is more so streams about my day job ig.

✧ user : Angel.digz

✧ followers : 701k

✧ content : where I do video games or tier lists or wtv. I also have a segment called “angelic nights” where I pull all nighters with my guests. We stream 3-4 hours then vlog the rest.

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⊹ user : archAngel101

⊹ followers : 1.01 m

⊹ content : a bunch of shit tbh idk how to describe.

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number one

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tmnt-ocxcanon-comp · 6 days ago

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TMNT OCxCanon Comp Round 3

Learn more under the cut!

Hassan Singh

@morning-sun-brah

In a relationship with Michelangelo (romantic). Rise!Mikey.

Description; Hassan is a criminal defense attorney who met Mikey in the back alley of his law firm. Thinking that Michelangelo was illegally tagging (graffiti), a small argument ensued- in where Michelangelo explained that he’d been hired to add a mural to the side of the building. After that they bumped into one another at a City Event (Mikey and his brothers were being awarded for stopping a villain), and Hassan began to send Mikey gifts (hair care products and other expensive things), and eventually they began texting. They fall into the enemies to lovers troupe. Eventually they both fall and love and express their feeling to one another.

art created by Sha-Biest

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Catarina Hamato and (Head Over Boots) Donatello Hamato

HOB Donnie belongs to @starry-eyed-adam Cat belongs to @catarina-hamato

CATATELLO (aka Lavender Lemonade)

Catarina comes from a world ravaged by Kraang, where she spent her entire life fighting alongside and for her family. Despite the constant struggle for her own life, she’d managed to stay hopeful. That is, until a misstep with Prime left her spirit roaming, detached from her world.

Donatello’s lived in Montana since eighteen, having relocated for his twin’s mental safety. In forty five years of life, he’s learned that the world is unkind, full of monsters. He’ll protect what matters to him if it’s the last thing he does.

In a startlingly sudden multidimensional convergence, Cat (suddenly alive again) and Donnie found themselves in each other’s company caring for a group of unsupervised children. Many adventures, attempts on their lives (some having succeeded), and the rare calm, quiet moment together have found the formerly self-guarded protectors drawn to each other. Cat’s unrelenting kindness, patience, and her own fierceness, and Donnie’s intellect, endless support, and immovable purpose to protect are what they adore about each other, along with much more.

The wedding is coming up!

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#comp polls #round 3 #rottmnt #tmnt #oc comp

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animalistic0 · 2 days ago

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Not Enough Time (Part 1)

Plot: A little history and background on Jorjah and JJ. Explaining and building their relationship. Ends with them reuniting. (Could be a series; I don’t know yet. It’s very broadly described. Part 2 is going to be more descriptive and detailed and full of angst!)

OC Maybank twin + platonic siblings x Rafe Cameron

*Season Four Spoilers!*

Warnings: OuterBanks, Season 4, mentions of abuse, allusions to death, horrible fathers, sibling fluff, angst, self sacrificing characters, allusions to mental health

Word Count: 1.3k+

This wasn’t supposed to happen. They were supposed to have more time, more life, just more everything. After everything they’ve been through this wasn’t right! This wasn’t justice, and this sure as hell wasn’t the plan. However, would anything have changed if the twins knew this was the outcome?

JC was older by five minutes and never let JJ forget that. An argument, “I’m older than you boy.” A scolding, “You need to listen to your elders, kid.” Admitting affection, “I love you, little brother.” A compliment, “You rock baby Jay!” JC claimed it was her birthright to remind JJ he was younger than her, and she never missed an opportunity either.

JJ outwardly acted like he didn’t like it but he did. He never wasted a moment to complain and mention it was only five minutes though. “You’re only older by five minutes, JC. Five minutes!” However, knowing that his sister always had his back made everything worth it. Even if she was five minutes older and never let him forget it.

The twins were each other’s everything. From the very moment that JJ was born they only truly had each other. No one knew them like the other. They shared the same friend group, JJ closer to John B, and JC closer to Pope. But neither pogue could even began to understand the twins relationship. Pope and John B were just glad to have their friends, and witness the unconditional love and bond JJ and JC had.

As time passed and the twins grew older, it was as if the two only grew closer. However, just like most twins JJ and JC went through a phase of trying to show their individuality. That phase only lasted for two months before the twins dropped it. Finding that they couldn’t truly be happy by separating themselves from the best part of who they were.

No matter what happened, and no matter what the other did they never stopped supporting, fighting, and understanding each other. When JJ ended up betting the rest of the gold on himself and lost it, JC was the only person who kept herself calm. She was a bit disappointed in her brother but she knew he was just trying to help. The two of them never grew up with money, not like their friends. Even John B had more money than them. For JJ and JC to have the amount they did it shocked them and they struggled to save it. So yes, JC couldn’t completely fault her twin. Just as when JJ found out JC had slept with Rafe a few times after Singh, he couldn’t completely be mad at her. Especially when they sat down and had a conversation about how Rafe both protected and saved her. JJ wasn’t happy, very disappointed but he could understand where she was coming from.

When the Pogues were fighting for their home and business and JJ ended up crashing out, JC was right there with him. Protecting and helping him. The amount of damaged the two did was both poetic and astonishing. JJ with his baseball bat and JC with her golf club. She stayed right by his side, and did everything she could to make sure they both escaped the police. Her twin always her first priority, though she was worried for Pope and how she had witnessed him being arrested.

When the twins met with Groff and had to run for their lives, JC was right beside her brother’s side. JC refused to believe he was their father, not able to digest that the man that raised and abused them wasn’t. It made no sense, and neither did it for Groff to abandon them for a better chance. JC called it bullshit and hated the admission. When Groff admitted he was in fact their father, JC couldn’t help herself from punching the older man in the face. JJ had to hold her back, before the three of them were kidnaped.

When John B, Sarah, and Kiara rescued them JC had never been happier. Though when Groff showed up JC didn’t make any move to help him not like her kind hearted and loyal baby brother. The twins actually ended up arguing later that night about Groff and what that meant for the both of them. JC, or Juniper was furious, not at her brother but at the hand dealt to them in life. “Luke may have been a horrible and cruel father, but he is our father. We are Maybank’s JJ, through and through. Pogues for life!” JJ, or Jackson as the twins had learned was frustrated and confused. He felt like a little kid, and had hope that maybe they could have the father they always wanted. “Groff is our dad, JC. He deserves a chance, we deserve that chance!”

JC would look back and forever regret not being there for JJ for once. She refused to help Groff or spend anytime with him. Ultimately leaving her brother in the man’s hands. When it was revealed that JC’s intuition was correct about the older man she had only felt dread. Terror flowed through her veins as if it was oxygen. When they found JJ in the water, injured and left for dead something within her snapped. She had almost lost her twin. The one person who was her everything and their sperm donor was the one who attempted it.

When Rafe and John B were able to convince Shoupe to let them go after Groff, JC had almost cried in happiness. She couldn’t wait to get her hands on the older man and get the revenge that was due. That was where the twins were the most similar, their loyalty to those they loved had no bounds. They were both reckless, self sacrificing, revengeful, and unstoppable in their loyalty. JC would get revenge on Groff, for abandoning them, for hurting Kiara, for hurting JJ, for attempting to kill him, for killing their mother. JC would become the villain for her brother, for her family, for the Pogues.

When the storm hit and Sarah was knocked overboard, only for JJ to jump right after her, it had almost sent JC into a frenzy. JC had only stayed calmed because Pope and Cleo had held her. Both of them whispering soothing words to her as they stayed strong for her. Though the moment they all made it to land JC was walking the beach up and down. John B had been by her side for hours before he needed a break and sat by the fire with the others. JC refused to give up, stumbling the beach front all night. Her hands never staying still as she ran them through her hair, held her head, placed them on her hips, or just chewed on her nails.

It was Rafe who managed to coax her to come sit down and rest for a bit. He had hated seeing how distressed the Maybank girl was. She had a special place in his heart ever since they were kidnaped and held hostage by Singh. He couldn’t explain it, how she had wiggled her way into his heart and seemed to make camp never expecting to leave. Rafe made sure JC was settled with Pope and Cleo before he sat far away from everyone, silently watching for his baby sister and JJ. At every passing moment he grew worried for them, and more worried about the girl he could clearly see on the edge of breaking.

JC couldn’t describe the relief she felt when she saw her twin and Sarah. She had allowed Kiara to cuddle with JJ for a little before the twins ended up holding each other. Glad to see that the other sibling was alive and safe. If only it could stay like that. However, when your a Maybank and Groff it’s as if the universe is just waiting to shit on you. If JC knew this was the last normal moment she would have with JJ, what would she have done?

#jj maybank x reader #rafe cameron x reader #outer banks x reader #outer banks #p4l #NotEnoughTime

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shifterae · 3 months ago

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mini shifted again!!!!

ok pause, ik there's some controversy around the term mini shift but I personally am a fan of it, bc it lets me acknowledge that I shifted while also acknowledging that, that is not all shifting is, if that makes sense.

ANYWAYSSSS

recently I've been focusing on visualizing myself in the exact moment I want to shift to. where it is, when it is, how it is, and such.

so for me, that is in my dr houses living room, on my big fancy ass couch, some time in the morning (7ish) with the tv streaming Disney movies and a very faint smell of coffee.

reya singh (I rlly adore her) has said that grounding yourself depends on you using your five senses, which is why I scripted something for all five (jk just four but like dawgs what am I tasting other than my morning breath?)

in this mini shift, I was sprawled out on the couch, and it was kinda chilly, but it was pretty dark for 7am. I could hear some noise but i wouldn't be able to tell you what it was, I didn't smell or taste anything,

BUT when I started waking up, like getting up, I was here and in a very different position in my tiny twin bed. so if that wasn't shifting idk what is😭

#desired reality #reality shifting #shifting #shift #mha shifter #reality shifter #shiftblr #shifting to mha #mha shifting #shifters #mini shift #void #void state #shifting motivation #shifting blog #shifting community #shifting diary #current reality #mini might dr

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emie-emeli · 4 months ago

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The fall of a princess and the rise of the witch.

Princess Iciobeth (Icy) of Whisperia, witch of ice and descendant of the ancestral witch of the north Belladonna.

More info about her :

Born in May 5th 1986, 34yo

She/her lesbian

Former princess of Whisperia, the twin planet of Domino

Have the ability to control ice, snow, cold temperatures and can manipulate the weather. She can turn people into ice statues or literal icebergs at some points

She lost her right arm and was severly burned during the fall of Whisperia (she's the only survivor of this). She created a new arm made of ice (ofc) and it can resist to high temperatures (it can't be melted or shattered)

Was once, the lover of Daphne, the former guardian of the Dragon flame and fairy of the Golden Flame. Everything changed after the fall of Whisperia.

Leader of the Trix ( maybe ?)

Her personality is similar to the OG but I wanted to go deeper on her take and backstory in s8, I kinda liked the parallel between her and Bloom but I wanted more developpement into it so in my rewrote more I worked on it, more it turned into doomed yuri between Icy and Daphne ahah... :c

I love how her design turned, you already have a glimpse of how Winx : Origins Darcy will look but I can't wait to show you my take on Stormy and Darcy designs :)

See you soon

Basically this song would be the Trix theme in my AU

#winx club #winx #artists on tumblr #art #drawing #winx au #winx fanart #my art i guess #winx redesign #winx club art #winx club fanart #winx club redesign #winx club rewrite #winxartist #winx art #winx : origins #winx icy #winx club icy #Spotify

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crimecasecollection · 25 days ago

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The search for Noel Alvarez

On March 20th 2023 a welfare check was don't at the house of Cindy Rodriguez Singh (39) for her son Noel Alvarez (6). Cindy claimed Noel was with his father in Mexico. Two days later Cindy and her family were recorded taking a plane to India and haven't been seen since. However little Noel wasn't seen with the rest of the family. Noel was last seen in October of 2022, he was only seen twice that month. According to relatives Noel had looked malnourished and unhealthy, relatives then called police which is what prompted the March welfare check. Authorities claim that shortly after the birth of Cindy's twins she stated that Noel who suffered from disabilities was "evil" and "possessed." She believed that 6 year old Noel was a demon and would harm the infants. Relatives reported that Cindy was abusive to Noel. That they witnessed her hit Noel in the face with her keys for taking a sip of water. It's been said that Cindy withheld water and food from her son frequently because she disliked changing his dirty diapers. Cindy had also never enrolled Noel in school. When asked about Noel's intital disappearance Cindy allegedly told some that she had sold him in a parking lot of a grocery store. However they believe Noel has been murdered. Cindy and her family lived in a small red shed, upon investigating the families home after they fled they found that there had been another makeshift shed on the property that Cindy had destroyed and then poured concrete over making a patio. The stepfather was also seen disposing of a large carpet in a nearby dumpster that when retrieved alerted the canines to human remains. The authorities retrieved a warrant to rip up the concrete patio once the concrete was removed human remain canines again alerted to human remains in the top layer of soil that laid right beneath the concrete. The investigators said that there is minimal evidence however at some point they are sure human remains were within the shed prior to the patio. Prior to Noel going missing social workers had actually removed the children including Noel and placed them in foster care. Noel was placed separately with someone who was properly equipped to handle his disabilities. Only for social workers to return the kids to the family eventually. Noel is still currently missing. Cindy and the rest of her family are still missing as well. The FBI and Everman Texas police have offered a $25,000 reward for anyone who knows details in retrieving Cindy and her husband. Authorities fear for the safety of their other children as well as Noel.

If you know the whereabouts of these people please contact 972-559-5000 or submit a tip at tips.fbi.gov

If you suspect harm to a child please contact 1-800-422-4453

#true crime community #tcc #murder #tcc blog #crime #true crime #true crime blog #truecrime #truecrimecommunity #forensics #cindy rodriguez singh #cindyrodriguezsingh #noel alvarez #noelalvarez #missing persons #missingpersons #missing child #missingchild

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unknownfacelessfanfictions · 1 year ago

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Hi! I saw that your requests were open, so I was wondering when if you can do where the team meets Fem! Y/n who is mute and is La’an’s twin sister?

Two Parts of a Whole

Pairing: (familial) La'an Noonien-Singh x fem!mute!reader; Crew x fem!mute!reader Fandom: Star Trek Strange New World Words: 4.5K Warnings: Mentions of La'an's Gorn trauma, Spoilers towards season 1 A/N: Thank you so much for requesting!! I hope it's satisfactory because this is the first time I wrote something like that. To be honest, I'm not entirely satisfied with it, but it won't get better. And I'm sorry that it took so long

The promenade of the space station she was currently on was packed and she was grateful that she had been able to get an empty spot on one of the pillars near the airlock. Not only several freighters had arrived almost simultaneously, but also two Vulcan research ships and an Andorian battle cruiser of the Imperial Guard. She had only noticed them in passing, however, as her focus was on the huge Federation starship. The USS Enterprise, NCC - 1701, Constitution Class and the flagship of the fleet. She, however, only cared about, one person on this huge ship.

Searchingly, she bobbed up and down, heel to toe and back again, hands clasped behind her back. Apparently she seemed to be so conspicuous that people were worried, because she was approached by an Andorian woman, quite brusquely, asking if she needed help, but she had quickly waved her aside. She was doing fine, even better than that, after all, she would be able to see her sister for the first time in months.

Perhaps it was a little paranoid of her to worry after such a short time, but the meeting with the Gorn had also left its mark on her. Unlike the rest of her family, she had not been on the SS Puget Sound because she had contracted Bolian smallpox, which was highly contagious, on the space station where they had stopped. Accordingly, she and her aunt, who was also ill, had been left on the station, with the expectation of returning to collect them after two weeks. At that time, no one could have guessed that it wouldn't come like that.

Her world had collapsed that day and, believing she had lost her entire family, she had spent days crying and refusing to eat or drink. And she probably would have gone on with it, had it not been for her aunt, who had begged her that her family had not wanted it that way and that she should not leave her alone. So she had carried on with her life as best she could, but it had seemed hollow and empty to her. Her siblings, but especially her twin, had been her motivation, her joy of life. A life without them had become unimaginable for her.

But just when she had convinced herself that it might, just maybe, be possible to survive without her family, the news arrived. La'an had survived. Her sister was alive. At first she hadn't wanted to believe it, the fear of raising her hopes unnecessarily was too great. Even when they were standing at the airlock, she had vehemently refused to even consider the possibility that she might still be alive. It was only when La'an had thrown herself around her neck, crying, and she had realised that, yes, La'an was alive, that she had been unable to hold on any longer and had cried just as unrestrainedly as La'an.

For the next few months, the twins were inseparable. Neither could last more than a few minutes in a room without the other, and their aunt had caught them both lying close together in bed at night to feel each other's body heat. Over the years, the situation had improved, but she still felt an uncomfortable feeling in her stomach when they were apart for long periods of time. She had been all the happier when she had learned that their paths would cross on this space station.

She herself was only nearby because she had been assigned by Starfleet to look more closely into the culture of Jitrav IV, with which it had only recently made contact. Strictly speaking, she was not a member of Starfleet in the sense of travelling the galaxy, but more in the sense of gathering information and reporting it back. In the past, she might have enjoyed flying through the quadrant in starships and getting to know new civilisations, but after the disaster with the Gorn, she had developed a real phobia about starships.

So she had devoted herself to exploring alien cultures from the safe distance of her home on Earth, but her work had been so distinguished that Starfleet had taken notice and wanted to hire her on one of their ships. She had decided against it, but in the end had gotten a relatively good deal out of it: Although she had to travel by starship from time to time, she would spend longer periods on other planets to learn about their cultures and languages. She documented her research thoroughly and sent it to Starfleet, whereas they paid for all her expenses as long as they remained within reason.

But this fear had not stopped her from getting into the first shuttle to this space station when La'an had told her that the Enterprise would dock there. She had been standing at her spot since early morning so as not to miss her sister. A few minutes ago, the first stream of Starfleet officers had poured onto the Promenade and she had to do her best to calm down. She knew La'an. She would not disembark until she was truly one hundred percent sure that there were no further duties. Knowing that her sister would need some more time, she began to observe the crowd of officers.

Frowning, she realised that most of them were human. She had expected this, but she had also been convinced that there had to be more non-humans on board. She noticed two Tellarites, a handful of Bolians and she thought she caught a glimpse of a Vulcan in a blue uniform out of the corner of her eye.

After twenty minutes of waiting, she saw an Aenar in a red uniform who was accompanied by a young woman in an equally red uniform who was talking intensely to him. Although he seemed grumpy and annoyed and gave the impression that he was not listening, she could see from his antennae directed at the young woman and the fact that she had spent two years on Andoria among Andorians and Aenar that he was listening more than attentively to her. Smiling, she shook her head and turned her attention back to the airlock. What a strange combination.

All in all, it took almost three quarters of an hour until she finally spotted her sister's dark braids, which were tightly braided back, but by then she could no longer be stopped. The promenade had emptied out a little in the meantime, so it wasn't particularly difficult for her to make her way to La'an, who fortunately noticed her in time. The latter fortunately noticed her in time to put her bag down before she crashed into the security officers. " Oof-" La'an groaned, but chuckled softly in response and after a short time of stiffness also put her arms around her to press her twin sister against her.

For a while they held each other tightly, even if it earned them some strange looks from bystanders. When she broke away from La'an, she noticed that she had blushed a little, but she didn't care. You are late, she signed. La'an nodded and smiled a little stiffly. "I know. However, I wanted to make sure everything was ready myself before I went to disembark." The young woman raised an eyebrow. Besides, you had to keep your reputation. La'an rolled her eyes. "Maybe a little."

La'an picked up her bags and followed her. They had agreed in advance to share quarters, so she just followed her to her quarters. Since it was difficult to converse while walking if one had to sign, they walked side by side in comfortable silence without another word to the other. It didn't bother her, as she knew that she and La'an would have plenty of time to talk. At the moment, it was simply important to her that her sister was with her again. Halfway to the lift, however, a voice stopped them. "Lieutenant Singh!"

They turned and she saw two women running towards them, whom she didn't know, her sister by all appearances did. One was slightly taller, had chin-length white-blonde hair and had apparently been the one who had called out to La'an. The other was smaller, had short dark hair and a cheeky grin on her lips. La'an just raised an eyebrow. "Yes?" "We were going out for a drink. Care to join us?" The taller one added with a quick glance at her" That goes for your...girlfriend too of course?" La'an narrowed her eyes. "She is my sister. And no thanks. I'm busy."

However, the two of them seemed not to have caught the last sentence, as the anthropologist and linguist was now the focus. "I didn't know you had a sister, Lieutenant." The blonde propped a hand on her hip as La'an took a deep breath. "Now you know." The shorter one held out her hand, which she hesitantly accepted. "My name is Erica Ortegas, Erica will do. And this is Christine." The blonde waved, but before she could do anything, La'an had placed a hand on her shoulder and hastily introduced her. "She is pleased to make your acquaintance, however we would like some time alone." Christine frowned. "Why don't you let her speak for herself?"

La'an's eyes only narrowed more, whereas she merely smiled in amusement and opened her mouth. Erica and Christine looked at her expectantly, only to look even more surprised when she began to sign instead. I'm mute and La'an translates for me, so it's all okay. She nodded her thanks to Christine. But thank you for your concern. After giving La'an a prompting look, she translated what her sister had said through clenched teeth, clearly annoyed at having been stopped by her colleagues.

Christine smiled but at the same time turned red in the face. "I'm sorry. Didn't mean it." She just tilted her head and nudged La'an. "That's all right. However, I would like to spend some time with my sister now." Erica and Christine, who was obviously still embarrassed by the whole thing, nodded and said a quick goodbye and she gave her sister a reproving look. You could have been a little nicer. La'an didn't respond any further.

Once in their quarters, La'an just barely took off her shoes and threw the bags on the floor before she fell backwards onto her bed and groaned. Her sister smiled slightly and snapped her hand to get her attention, whereupon she opened her eyes languidly. That bad? La'an sighed and sat up. "Well, I wouldn't know how to describe two run-ins with the Gorn any other way." She flinched and if she hadn't needed her hands to sign, she would have reached for La'an's. How? That was all she could bring herself to say, so much were her hands shaking. She knew how much the incident with the Gorn weighed on La'an, even more than on her, and the thought that her sister had had to face those monsters again did not make her feel at all comfortable.

La'an's voice broke several times before she was able to reply. "There were four Gorn ships. On Memorial Day. We barely got away, but we lost several crew members." She swallowed, but when she was asked if she wanted to stop, she replied in the negative. "The second time, we were on a planet, Valeo Beta V, responding to a distress call from a ship that had landed there. There weren't many of us, just a handful, and Enterprise had to move on and..." La'an broke off and her sister, who was now sitting next to her, squeezed her hand. In a shaky voice, La'an continued. "We found two survivors, however one was infected and before we knew it we were dealing with three hatchlings. Cadet Chia and Lieutenant Duke died. We almost lost our chief engineer as well."

But only almost? La'an laughed shakily. "It was more luck than good sense, really. We found out that the Gorn reproduce via their poison and Hemmer, our engineer, was hit. It didn't look good and without Doctor M'Benga on site...." She broke off. Gently her sister patted her back. He's all right though, isn't he? He's alive. "He was willing to sacrifice himself." La'an's voice was no more than a whisper and she had trouble understanding her. "I was the only one in the room with him, I could have stopped him, but I didn't do anything. I was too scared. If it hadn't been for the captain..." She tried to make calming noises to reassure La'an, however this seemed to have the opposite effect as she jumped up.

"No! You don't understand! I was ready to let a colleague, a friend, die because I was too scared! Because if I had thought even for a moment that he was from bloody Andoria, it might have occurred to me that he had a lower body temperature and consequently the process of hatching would be slowed! My fear almost killed Hemmer! How can I be head of security if my fear doesn't allow me to think clearly to protect the people who are under my protection?!"

She was shocked to see tears in La'an's eyes, which she resolutely wiped away. It's not your fault. She stood up and went over to her sister. Do you hear me? It is not your fault. He's alive, that's all that matters. "But I-" She clapped her hands loudly and interrupted La'an. No. It's not your fault, she repeated. Her gaze softened and she stroked La'an's shoulder. You have experienced traumatic things. No one blames you for being afraid. Most would have hidden in your place. Not you. No feelings of guilt. Please. La'an smiled bitterly before hugging her sister. "Thank you."

It took a while for the sisters to let go, but when they did, La'an seemed a lot more relaxed than before. At least, as relaxed as she could be. You have an Andorian as chief engineer? La'an frowned. "What makes you think that?" You said Andoria. "He's Aenar. They run even colder than Andorians. Don't ask me why though, I'm not a doctor."

I know. She grinned cheekily at her and they both had to think back to the incident in their childhood where La'an had tried to treat her wound with baking paper that did not absorb liquids. La'an smiled slightly. "I was six." So was I. Knew better anyway. She frowned briefly. Think I saw your chief engineer. "Oh yeah?"

She nodded. About that tall? She raised her hand. Red uniform. Grumpy? La'an smiled. "Sounds like Hemmer. Was he in company?" She nodded. Woman, small, short hair, black, red uniform. Talked a lot. La'an chuckled softly. "And that would be Uhura. She's a cadet, but one of the best linguists around. And she's somehow managed to befriend the grump of the ship." I didn't know you guys were friends. "Haha."

But he looked okay. Not hurt. A little grumpy, but healthy. "If that's your attempt to tell me it's all okay, stop. It's not making it better." She gave a silent sigh. Fine. But you need distraction. And relaxation. Her mind wandered back to the conversation from before. Fancy a drink?

~**~

It was like pulling teeth to convince La'an to go to the bar, but in the end she won and, followed by a somewhat grim-looking La'an, went down to the promenade, which by now, due to the hour, had filled up again. Which one do you want? Take your pick. La'an sighed and finally pointed to a larger establishment that formed the centre of the promenade. "If we're going to drink, let's do it properly." Her sister grinned and together they entered the room.

It was already well filled, yet she was still able to grab a small booth for them while La'an went to the bar to return with two colourful drinks. "Well then," La'an sighed as she slid into her seat and raised her glass. "To a wonderful evening." Her facial expressions were far too exaggerated, yet she didn't care. Cheers, she signed back, before picking up her glass herself and clinking her glass against her sister's.

The glasses clinked softly, the sound drowning in the noise around them, and in sync the sisters downed the drink. But while La'an remained expressionless, she screwed up her face and hastily put the glass down. What is this!!! La'an smiled to herself, which caused her sister's expression to darken further. "A little bit of everything." She screwed up her face. I'm going to have the hangover of my life. "Probably." Thank you for your compassion.

La'an grinned, however that smile faded as she looked past her sister. "Oh God." She turned, following La'an's gaze until her own gaze lingered on a group of people in Starfleet uniform. There were four people, three men and one woman, if she was so free to take that in. One of the men seemed to be "leading" the group. He wore a yellow and gold top, had silver and grey hair and a cheeky grin on his lips as he talked incessantly to the woman, also dressed in yellow. The latter had tied her dark hair into a high plait and did not look very impressed, but had a narrow smile on her lips. The other two were dressed in different shades of blue. One was slightly shorter, had a beard and was giving her dad vibes, whereas the other was clearly a Vulcan, his arms behind his back and one eyebrow raised sceptically.

The first man seemed to notice them because his face lit up and he waved at La'an before turning to the others, whereupon the group of four came towards them. La'an narrowed her eyes. "Just what I needed." Her sister gently slapped her arm and gave her a reproving look before the group was already beside them. "Hi." The man smiled broadly at her and briefly she wondered if this man had ever considered becoming a model for dental advertising, so white did his teeth appear. "Would it be okay if we joined you, La'an." The woman interposed. "Unless of course you'd like some time alone, which would be perfectly understandable." At that she gave the man a stern look, under which he shrank but his smile did not.

La'an glanced briefly at her sister before, in the face of the hopeful smile, she sighed in surrender and slid up a little to make room for the four. As everyone looked at her more or less expectantly, she took over the introductions. "This is my sister. She is currently working on Jitrav IV as a xeno-anthropologist. This is Captain Christopher Pike, Commander Una Chin-Riley, Lieutenant Spock and Doctor Joseph M'Benga. We serve together." She grinned at La'an. Oh really, I would never have guessed. La'an just rolled her eyes, however, she seemed to have caught the interest of the others.

The Vulcan, Spock, raised his eyebrow. "You use sign language." Mockingly, she raised her eyebrow in turn. Oh do I? I hadn't noticed. La'an snorted into her drink and tried to suppress a laugh. "What did she say?" Pike looked at her as if she was the most intriguing thing he'd ever seen, which flustered and confused her in equal measure. It wasn't that special now. La'an cleared her throat. "That she is pleased to make your acquaintance." Indignantly, she slapped La'an's arm. I didn't say that! "Subtext," La'an added, which earned her a snort.

She then turned her gaze to Spock. I am mute. Sign language is therefore my only way of communicating with others. It has been done that way for centuries. La'an translated for her without twisting the words in her mouth this time. Well, hands. M'Benga cleared his throat. "I thought there were treatments by now." She shook her head. No long-term ones. Besides, the risks are too great. After that, the four of them left it at that and they returned to a more relaxed conversation. At least they tried to, since most of the conversation was really just Pike and her, La'an's translations excluded, and the occasional comment from M'Benga. Una spoke up from time to time, as did La'an, but Spock was silent almost the entire time.

After half an hour, their drinks were empty and Pike offered to get more, which everyone agreed to, but he came back with two more people in tow, though she had already seen them. "Look who I ran into. Thought it would be nice to add to the fellowship," Pike grinned as he placed the drinks on the table, pointing to the Aenar and the young woman standing behind him. While the Aenar, Hemmer if she remembered correctly, looked just as grumpy as before, the young woman, Uhura, smiled all over her face and instantly locked eyes with her.

"Hi, you're Lieutenant Singh's sister, aren't you? The Captain had mentioned it." She held out her hand. "I'm Cadet Uhura, but please call me Nyota. This is Hemmer and don't worry," she leaned down a little towards her, "He's only half as grumpy as he looks." Hemmer scoffed. "I'm blind, not deaf, Uhura. I heard you." Nyota blushed but didn't apologise and on closer inspection, she could see that Hemmer didn't really look mad. She smiled at them both and quickly introduced herself. To her surprise, La'an didn't even bother to translate, as Nyota seemed able to do so herself.

"Oh, that's a beautiful name." You know sign language? Apparently one could see the surprise on her face, because Pike laughed softly. "Uhura is quite talented with languages, you might say." For the first time in half an hour, Spock spoke up. "Cadet Uhura speaks over thirty-seven languages, so by human parameters, she is more than 'quite talented'." Her jaw dropped? Thirty-seven? You're too good for this ship. That elicited a laugh from Uhura and after they had all scooted up, the other two had also squeezed onto the bench, Hemmer a little more reluctantly than Uhura, which was why she was now squeezed between La'an and Pike. There were worse things.

In time, they were joined by Erica and Christine, who had a young man named Sam Kirk in tow, which was the moment they decided to move the whole thing to a larger table. Now seated between M'Benga and Hemmer, facing La'an and Uhura, she noted with relief that her sister seemed to be starting to warm up. She knew that La'an would have preferred to be alone with her, but they would have plenty of time for that and at the moment she simply enjoyed being among so many people, which was not really common in her job, with the constant changing of places.

However, after almost another half hour of the crew telling their stories in Starfleet, including the amusing part of the Gorn disaster where Hemmer and Uhura were shot off the ship (Uhura confessed, admittedly a little drunk, that Hemmer had looked like a meerkat. The latter had protested, but his antennae and dark cheeks had betrayed him), they turned their attention to her and her profession. Patiently she answered, with La'an's help, until Uhura asked a question that made her think of something. "How do you manage to do your job with people who don't speak SSL (standard sign language)?"

For a moment she paused and frowned. What do you mean? La'an quietly translated for the rest and Uhura shifted back and forth in her seat. "Well, you meant that you were getting to know the native inhabitants of the planets to study their culture and the intricacies of their languages more closely, but how-" -can I do that without speaking myself? Uhura nodded and she smiled at her. One moment.

She rummaged in her trouser pocket and pulled out ten rings, each of which was connected to another, smaller ring with thin steel bands. She slipped them over her fingers so that the larger ring sat on her knuckle and the smaller one just below her fingernail. She then rolled up her sleeves to reveal two bracelets, one on each wrist, which she tapped on for some time until they beeped briefly and began to glow blue.

I don't need to speak. I have these. She signed, but a tinny female voice spoke for her. The people around her stared at her with wide eyes and of course Spock was the first to catch himself to ask a question. "Why didn't you use that before." It isn't complete. She regarded him with narrowed eyebrows as the voice continued to translate for her. It's missing the sensors for the face, arms and torso that I usually wear. Sign language is not just language of the hands. Is complex.

She looked down at her hands. It's not exact and I have to sign very slowly and clearly for the right thing to come out. Besides, it's slow. Takes longer than living translator. Not a problem with speeches, awkward with conversations. With that, however, she seemed to have caught Hemmer's attention. "Sure the whole thing couldn't be calibrated more sensitively?" She shrugged. Don't have a clue about such things. Starfleet takes care of that sort of thing. However, this is just a prototype, better is to come soon. Apparently she had signed too quickly and uncleanly this time, because the voice didn't spit out "Starfleet" but "Stargazer". Annoyed, she frowned and deactivated the bracelet.

"I think it's cool," Nyota declared, smiling broadly, which earned her a slight smile as well. Quite a bit.

After that, the conversation turned back to more mundane things and no one talked about the bracelets, even though she sensed that Hemmer was tempted to get his hands on them. He did not say so, but his antennae twitched conspicuously in her direction. After two hours, however, La'an and she decided to leave. This was accompanied by a series of disappointed noises, but they did not let themselves be brought down. After promising Uhura to polish up her SSL and Hemmer that he could look at her speaking aid tomorrow, she and La'an wished everyone a good night before they left the bar.

In the lift, they leaned against the wall and La'an heaved a sigh. "This is not how I had imagined my evening to be, if I'm honest." But it was still nice, wasn't it? La'an pursed her mouth. "Tolerable." She grinned at La'an. I can live with that. She pinched her sister's cheek to keep her attention. I like them, all of them. They're nice. La'an shook her head with a smile. "Especially Uhura though, right?" It's always nicer to talk to people who understand you without you. The lift doors opened and La'an pulled her behind her. "Come on. You owe me another game of cards and this time you won't be able to wriggle out of it."

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the-whispers-of-death · 8 months ago

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OC Information: "Ladder"

Full Name: Vasanti Kamal Singh

Callsign(s): Ladder

Alias(es): Supergirl, Woman in the Chair, Short-Stack

Nationality: First-Generation American (Indian parents)

Affiliations: U.S. Navy, U.S. Fleet Cyber Command, Task Force 141 (SAS)

Rank: Petty Officer 3rd Class (U.S. Navy)

Gender: Female

Status: Alive

Birthday: May 13th, 1995 (29 as of 2024)

Build: Burly

Height: 5'6"

Marks: U.S. Navy tattoo on her left shoulder (one swallow representing the 10,000 nautical miles she's traveled on U.S. naval ships), tattoo sleeve of vines on her right arm

Hair: Black

Eyes: Brown

Background: Vasanti is the youngest daughter of Indian immigrants. She was born in Michigan before her family moved to Florida. She has three older sisters (one being a twin) and she grew up with her mother and sisters after her parents divorced. She was always enamored with technology and the way it works so she quickly got skilled with technology. She enlisted in the U.S. Navy at eighteen and due to her technology skills, she went into the U.S. Fleet Cyber Command.

Extra: She is an information systems technician, she designs, installs, operates, and maintains state-of-the-art information systems. She wears glasses and is often seen with her hair in a ponytail or braid. Despite her size, her punches and kicks can definitely hurt.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and talk or request something! (SFW requests only, please and thank you)

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qlala · 11 months ago

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Long casefic mentioned: screaming crying tearing at the walls of my enclosure

listen I know I've been sooo lock and key about this one for years because I wanted it to be perfect before I posted any WIP snippets, BUT... 2024 we are all learning to say "death to perfectionism," so december 2023, I am also saying "After all, why not? Why shouldn't I share a little snippet?"

setting notes for the below: a CCPD precinct, a few months after Flashpoint. (If you never got there in the show, don't worry about it; Len doesn't know what it means, either.) Barry and Len haven't seen each other since Len tipped him off to the Trickster ambush the previous Christmas, and as far as Barry knows, Len has been off with the Legends ever since. (He hasn't been.)

It was fascinating to watch Snart pull the Captain Cold bravado around his shoulders, even with his hands cuffed to an interrogation room table and no parka in sight. He rolled his shoulders back, slouched down in the chair—as far as the cuffs allowed—and crossed one ankle over his opposite knee. Then he rolled his bored gaze insolently in Barry’s direction and raised an eyebrow.

“Seems you have me at a disadvantage.”

Barry realized his mistake, a moment too late; as far as the CCPD was concerned, he and Snart had never met.

“Right,” Barry said. He wasn’t an officer, so protocol was fuzzy on whether he was supposed to introduce himself to an... inmate? Had Snart gotten himself arrested again?

Snart’s smirk deepened at his obvious floundering, so Barry looked to Joe instead.

Joe gave him the same resigned look he’d just received from Singh, but unlike Singh, Joe took pity on him. He flipped shut the file he’d been reading, then slid it across the table toward him.

It came to a stop within inches of Snart’s fingertips, and Barry saw him test the cuffs covertly as if considering intercepting it. Barry picked it up before he could try, throwing him a knowing glare.

Snart didn’t bother looking chastened.

The file, Barry noticed, was thicker than most that passed through the CCPD. When he flipped it open and saw the FBI seal emblazoned on the front page, he understood why.

A paper clip held a picture of Snart to the next page: a recent shot, judging from the hints of gray in his hair. Barry started to turn the page, then became aware of the twin looks of apprehension he was receiving from Joe and Snart. When he glanced questioningly at Snart, he looked away, feigning interest in his handcuffs. Barry looked to Joe instead, and felt a prickle of uneasiness when Joe only shook his head, knuckles pale where they were wrapped around the back of the empty metal chair across from Snart.

Barry flipped forward in the file. The next few pages were background on Snart, with no major changes from what Barry had expected. He was familiar with Snart’s rap sheet already, and the psychological profile they’d drawn up on him was about as accurate as a tabloid horoscope. He did feel an old pang of guilt when he passed a memo noting the unexplained disappearance of Snart’s electronic files, but it was getting easier to brush that feeling aside every time.

Unsurprisingly, the medical records from Iron Heights were sparse. Several pages were entirely blank, but there was a scribbled correction stapled to the bottom of one, noting, of all things, a severe food allergy to pineapples. Barry couldn’t help but grin at that; for such a mundane detail, it had apparently only recently been wrested from Snart, and with great effort.

He skimmed the rest of Snart's section. It was obvious that—tropical fruit allergies aside—the FBI knew less about Snart than he did. He pulled up short, however, when he turned to the next section and found another photograph clipped into the file.

“What is this?” He looked up at the answering silence, but Snart avoided his gaze, and Joe crossed his arms with obvious discomfort. “Joe?”

“Bartholomew," Snart interrupted, before Joe could answer, and Barry looked over at him in surprise. Snart gave him a slow, knowing smirk. “It is Bartholomew, isn’t it?”

No one had ever said his full name with such obvious relish, and Barry seriously considered throwing back a Lenny just to see how he liked it. But he caught himself in time, and he bit back an exasperated sigh.

“How do you know my name?” he asked.

It wasn’t very convincing, and a flicker of annoyance crossed Snart’s expression, obviously displeased that he wasn’t playing along with proper enthusiasm. Then the smirk was back, and Snart leaned back in his seat with an air of indifference.

Barry watched him suspiciously; he looked far too in control of the whole situation despite being the one handcuffed to the table.

“Feds didn’t tell me much,” Snart said. “But this…” He dragged his gaze down and back up Barry’s body in a long, appraising look. “This, I can work with.”

“Joe,” Barry repeated, pointedly ignoring Snart. There was a slightly hysterical edge to his voice, though, and Joe sighed and unfolded his arms.

“What do you know about the Morellos?”

Barry blinked; whatever he’d been expecting, it hadn’t been that. The name was vaguely familiar, and it took him a few moments to put together where he’d heard it before.

“They’re an East Coast crime family,” he said, slowly. He looked to Joe for confirmation, and Joe nodded. “They practically ran Metropolis during Prohibition. Not much from them, since? I think they’re still active, but… they’ve mostly been pushed out by other Families.”

“Someone’s been listening to his podcasts.”

Joe didn’t so much as glance at Snart for the interruption, a muscle in his jaw jumping. “Until recently, that was the case,” he said. “Members of the other Families have started dropping like flies, and the FBI thinks the Morellos are moving to take back power.”

Barry flipped through the file until he found a brief on the topic, and nodded for Joe to continue.

“Last year, they worked out some kind of alliance with the Russian mob,” Joe said, “and now they control ninety percent of the heroin passing through Metropolis. The FBI couldn’t figure out what they were trading for that kind of power, until they realized the drug deals were lining up with major art thefts in the city.”

Barry glanced up from the brief, thrown by the apparent non-sequitur. “What would the Russians want with stolen art?”

Snart snorted, and Barry turned to him with a raised eyebrow.

“Universal value,” Snart explained. He swept his palms in a broad gesture, though it was restricted by the limited reach of the handcuffs. “Markets crash, currencies fall. A Picasso stays a Picasso. And canvas is easier to smuggle than gold.”

There was a certain logic to it, though Barry suspected it was a lot more complicated than Snart was making it sound.

“And, what, you’re involved with this?” he asked.

Snart actually looked insulted. “Drug trade’s a nasty business,” he said, a curl to his lip despite his light, almost bored tone. “Messy work. Lotta bribes, lotta bodies. Hard to make a profit when the product keeps killing your buyers. Not my scene.”

“What’s this got to do with you, then?” Barry asked. He pulled the second picture out of the folder and held it up. “Or me?”

It was a copy of the photo from his CCPD identification. It was a few years old—his hair was longer on top, his shoulders a little narrower—and Snart’s lips twitched in amusement.

“Cute,” he said.

Barry rolled his eyes and slid the picture back into the file.

“Snart’s managed to get it into the FBI’s head that he’d make a good criminal informant. Apparently, he’s an expert in modern abstract expressionism,” Joe said, the last part clearly a quote. When Barry turned to him, surprised, Joe only shrugged. “I know. Surprised me too.”

“Learn all kinds of interesting things in my line of work,” Snart said, picking idly at the edge of his handcuffs. “Ab Ex dominates the market, has for decades. Post-War’s always in style. It's easy. People get it.”

His fingers didn’t curl around air quotes; they didn’t have to, his voice going vapid in a way that almost, almost pulled a smile out of Barry. Leonard Snart, closet art snob.

“Unspeakable horrors,” Snart continued, with a lazy, ‘and so on’ twirl of his fingers. “Expressible only through feelings over form…” He circled the gesture back the other way, with momentarily distracting, long-fingered grace. “Yada-yada-yada. Modern art fan, Bartholomew?”

He was having too much fun with the name, and Barry gave him a flat look for it.

“Barry.”

Snart’s lashes dipped on another once-over before he met his gaze again, eyes sharp and amused. “Pleasure.”

Barry didn’t need the way Snart leaned hard on the word, drawing it out even as his lips curled up at one corner, to tell him he’d walked right into that trap.

Snart lifted one hand and twisted the cuffs to extend the other out toward him, as close to offering a handshake as he could manage. “Leonard Snart. At your service.”

Doubt it, Barry thought. But he bit back the comment and crossed his arms instead, folding his hands pointedly against his sides, then said, “Yeah. I know.”

Snart’s eyebrows lifted at the slight, and he lifted both hands in surrender. “Ouch.” He dropped his lashes on a private smirk just to flick his gaze back up again, not finished with the taunt yet. “Thought we might have something in common. Civilian to civilian.”

Even the decades-old camera in the corner could probably pick up the amount of irony dripping from Snart’s voice, but Barry’s warning glance didn’t deter him in the least.

“What with you being an employee of the CCPD,” Snart said, tilting one hand in Barry’s direction before curling his fingers back to indicate himself, “and me being an employee of the FBI…”

“Criminal informant's not an employee.”

Barry didn’t jump at Joe’s correction, but it was a near thing. What was it about Snart that made it so easy to forget that there were other people in a room?

“Tomato, tomato,” Snart drawled. He didn’t so much as glance in Joe’s direction, attention still trained on Barry. “Feds want me to infiltrate the local underground in Metropolis, see if I can't rustle up a few Morello 'associates.’” That time, he did curl his fingers in quotation marks around the word. “I pass along the names, the feds arrest them. Everybody goes home happy.” He paused, then added, “Morellos excluded.”

Barry was tempted to ask Snart how long he’d been waiting for him to ask, but he had more pressing questions. “And you agreed to help, what, out of the goodness of your heart?”

Snart leaned across the table towards him with a dangerous smile, handcuffs scraping pointedly over the metal surface.

“Let’s agree to disagree about the goodness of my heart,” he said, and any lingering concerns that Barry might've had about Snart might not know exactly who he was disappeared at the private gleam in his eyes over those words. “But no. Feds had a little chat with the District Attorney here in Central City. Detective West knows the details, but—“ He drummed his fingers on the table, then ticked his head toward one shoulder in a shrug. “Like I said. Everybody goes home happy.”

When Barry looked at Joe for clarification, Joe shifted his hands to his hips before pulling his glare away from Snart, one hand settling pointedly beside his gun.

“The Mayor of Metropolis reached out to our governor," Joe said. "They’re talking pardons.”

“Yahtzee.”

There were a hundred follow-up questions Barry could’ve asked. But Snart was clearly still enjoying himself too, and Barry wasn't in the mood for more roundabout non-answers. So Barry turned his back on Snart and faced Joe head-on.

“I still don’t understand,” he said. “What's my role here?”

“For the record," Joe said, slowly, almost placatingly, "I told Singh this was a terrible idea.”

Joe hedging was never a good sign, and for the first time, Barry felt the stirrings of real apprehension in his chest.

“You told Singh what was a terrible idea?”

#:) ehehe #coldflash #my fics #writing this has really been like #me @ the fic: [mrs bennet voice] have you no compassion for my poor nerves?#the fic @ me: [mr bennet voice] my dear i have the highest respect for your nerves. they have been my constant companions these many years #also thank u so much for asking about this! i am posting this snippet for You specifically :)

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