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The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater (2012-2016)

Every year, Blue Sargent stands next to her clairvoyant mother as the soon-to-be dead walk past. Blue never sees them--until this year, when a boy emerges from the dark and speaks to her.

His name is Gansey, a rich student at Aglionby, the local private school. Blue has a policy of staying away from Aglionby boys. Known as Raven Boys, they can only mean trouble.

But Blue is drawn to Gansey, in a way she can't entirely explain. He is on a quest that has encompassed three other Raven Boys: Adam, the scholarship student who resents the privilege around him; Ronan, the fierce soul whose emotions range from anger to despair; and Noah, the taciturn watcher who notices many things but says very little.

For as long as she can remember, Blue has been warned that she will cause her true love to die. She doesn't believe in true love, and never thought this would be a problem. But as her life becomes caught up in the strange and sinister world of the Raven Boys, she's not so sure anymore.

Shades of Magic by V. E. Schwab (2015-2017)

Kell is one of the last Antari--magicians with a rare, coveted ability to travel between parallel Londons; Red, Grey, White, and, once upon a time, Black.Kell was raised in Arnes--Red London--and officially serves the Maresh Empire as an ambassador, traveling between the frequent bloody regime changes in White London and the court of George III in the dullest of Londons, the one without any magic left to see.

Unofficially, Kell is a smuggler, servicing people willing to pay for even the smallest glimpses of a world they'll never see. It's a defiant hobby with dangerous consequences, which Kell is now seeing firsthand.

After an exchange goes awry, Kell escapes to Grey London and runs into Delilah Bard, a cut-purse with lofty aspirations. She first robs him, then saves him from a deadly enemy, and finally forces Kell to spirit her to another world for a proper adventure.

Now perilous magic is afoot, and treachery lurks at every turn. To save all of the worlds, they'll first need to stay alive.

The Witcher by Andrzej Sapkowski (1992-2013)

For over a century, humans, dwarves, gnomes, and elves have lived together in relative peace. But times have changed, the uneasy peace is over, and now the races are fighting once again. The only good elf, it seems, is a dead elf. 

Geralt of Rivia, the cunning assassin known as the Witcher, has been waiting for the birth of a prophesied child. This child has the power to change the world -- for good, or for evil. 

As the threat of war hangs over the land and the child is hunted for her extraordinary powers, it will become Geralt's responsibility to protect them all. And the Witcher never accepts defeat. 

Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones (1986-2008)

Sophie has the great misfortune of being the eldest of three daughters, destined to fail miserably should she ever leave home to seek her fate. But when she unwittingly attracts the ire of the Witch of the Waste, Sophie finds herself under a horrid spell that transforms her into an old lady. Her only chance at breaking it lies in the ever-moving castle in the hills: the Wizard Howl's castle.

To untangle the enchantment, Sophie must handle the heartless Howl, strike a bargain with a fire demon, and meet the Witch of the Waste head-on. Along the way, she discovers that there's far more to Howl--and herself--than first meets the eye.

In this giant jigsaw puzzle of a fantasy, people and things are never quite what they seem. Destinies are intertwined, identities exchanged, lovers confused. The Witch has placed a spell on Howl. Does the clue to breaking it lie in a famous poem? And what will happen to Sophie Hatter when she enters Howl's castle?

The Dresden Files by Jim Butcher (2000-2020)

As a professional wizard, Harry Dresden knows firsthand that the “everyday” world is actually full of strange and magical things—and most of them don’t play well with humans. And those that do enjoy playing with humans far too much. He also knows he’s the best at what he does. Technically, he’s the only at what he does. But even though Harry is the only game in town, business—to put it mildly—stinks.

So when the Chicago P.D. bring him in to consult on a double homicide committed with black magic, Harry’s seeing dollar signs. But where there’s black magic, there’s a black mage behind it. And now that mage knows Harry’s name…

Peter Pan by J. M. Barrie (1911)

Peter Pan, the book based on J. M. Barrie's famous play, is filled with unforgettable characters: Peter Pan, the boy who would not grow up; the fairy, Tinker Bell; the evil pirate, Captain Hook; and the three children-Wendy, John, and Michael-who fly off with Peter Pan to Neverland, where they meet Indians and pirates and a crocodile that ticks.

The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov (1966)

One hot spring, the devil arrives in Moscow, accompanied by a retinue that includes a beautiful naked witch and an immense talking black cat with a fondness for chess and vodka. The visitors quickly wreak havoc in a city that refuses to believe in either God or Satan. But they also bring peace to two unhappy Muscovites: one is the Master, a writer pilloried for daring to write a novel about Christ and Pontius Pilate; the other is Margarita, who loves the Master so deeply that she is willing literally to go to hell for him. What ensues is a novel of in exhaustible energy, humor, and philosophical depth.

Saga by Brian K. Vaughan and Fiona Staples (2012-present)

When two soldiers from opposite sides of a never-ending galactic war fall in love, they risk everything to bring a fragile new life into a dangerous old universe. Saga is the sweeping tale of one young family fighting to find their place in the worlds. Fantasy and science fiction are wed like never before in this sexy, subversive drama for adults.

The Farseer Trilogy by Robin Hobb (1995-1997)

Young Fitz is the bastard son of the noble Prince Chivalry, raised in the shadow of the royal court by his father's gruff stableman. He is treated as an outcast by all the royalty except the devious King Shrewd, who has him secretly tutored in the arts of the assassin. For in Fitz's blood runs the magic Skill--and the darker knowledge of a child raised with the stable hounds and rejected by his family. 

 As barbarous raiders ravage the coasts, Fitz is growing to manhood. Soon he will face his first dangerous, soul-shattering mission. And though some regard him as a threat to the throne, he may just be the key to the survival of the kingdom.

Earthsea Cycle by Ursula K. Le Guin (1968-2001)

Ged was the greatest sorcerer in Earthsea, but in his youth he was the reckless Sparrowhawk. In his hunger for power and knowledge, he tampered with long-held secrets and loosed a terrible shadow upon the world.

This is the tumultuous tale of his testing, how he mastered the mighty words of power, tamed an ancient dragon, and crossed death's threshold to restore the balance.

[sarifel-corrisafid-ilxhel]

I am now thinking more about the Jurassic Park/World - Animorphs crossover AU (Dinomorphs?). It has stuck in my head like a bad song and I can't get it out.

InGen and any of the other companies involved with making the dinosaurs would be taken over by the Yeerks almost as soon as the Yeerks arrive. These companies have biological engineering capabilities approaching the level of the Arn, but on a much better planet. The Yeerks would be salivating over that.

Following on from this: Hybrid dinosaurs like the Indo-series Rex and Raptor or the Stegoceratops from the video games are probably Yeerk projects. The Yeerks are looking for ways to create more shock troops to unleash on the Andalites.

Similarly, we could expect to see even more interesting hybrids involving alien DNA. Velocihorks and Pterotaxxons and Geddosaurs. I imagine most of these hybrid projects would be failures that illustrate the depravity and utter inhumanity of the Yeerks, like the failed Aquatic Hork-Bajir project.

Dinosaur-controllers, mostly with medium-sized dinosaurs that can function as guards or shock-troops but aren't too big to fit inside of Yeerk ships. As much as Visser Three would love to have Tyrannosaur-Controllers on the payroll, they're just too big and their arms too tiny to be useful to the Empire on a day to day basis. (I imagine this is the same reason the Yeerks can't deploy the giant monsters on the Hork-Bajir homeworld to other planets - their spaceships just can't hold the critters, there's not enough room.)

Visser Three, of course, would have all the big dinosaur morphs. He can bypass the "too big to fit" limitation thanks to Alloran's morphing ability.

Because the Yeerks have to use smaller dinosaurs in their ships and Yeerk Pools, the Animorphs could still use their regular battle morphs (or in Ax's case, his normal Andalite body) for a lot of the fighting, if they aren't able to acquire dinosaurs themselves. And if Visser Three turns into something too big for them to handle, they can do what they usually do and run.

If the dinosaurs have escaped into the wild before the Animorphs get into the war, then smaller dinosaur morphs could be acquired at Cassie's barn.

Following on from the last point - if Cassie has any mid-size theropods at the Barn, or if there are any at The Gardens, then Tobias definitely gets stuck as one of those instead of a hawk.

How would the chimeric DNA of the dinosaurs affect morphing allergies? What if Rachel burps up a Baryonyx or an Ankylosaurus because it has the part of the crocodile DNA that she's allergic to in it? Is this how we find out Jake is allergic to Tree Frog DNA?

Toby and the Free Hork-Bajir adopt a dinosaur early on. I don't know what kind yet.

[sochawrites]

Can you please do an rimmer x fem reader fluff or the episode the gun men of the apocalypse where reader and rimmer are dating.

Sure I can! And why not kind of both?

I am so, so, so sorry it took me so long to write this, it has been a very weird year and I just could not manage to put aside some time to write. I can't promise 2024 will be better, but we all can hope, no?

I hope this is at least a bit satisfactory to you, dear anon, or any of you souls, still lurking around looking for some RD content.

What do you guys say on the news about Red Dwarf: Titan? I was there when they screened the teaser trailer, if one would call it that, and honestly? I'm pretty excited!

Also happy Holidays!

Adrenaline

Arnold Rimmer x Fem!reader

None of you could help but cheer as Starbug flew away from the burning moon, escaping certain doom once again. You were slowly getting used to these situations, but near-death experiences are still near-death experiences and while you tried to focus your mind on the fact that you were alive, your body and nerves were of a different idea.

You were shaking in your seat, gripping the handles and hardly holding back the maniacal laughter of survival. You had enough adrenaline for today, it would probably be better for you to go and calm down, maybe even lay down before you start to crash.

Pulling yourself up on your shaky knees, you excused yourself and stumbled to your room, almost falling on the way out of the control room. Fortunately out of the sight of others, or so you thought. You slowly made your way up the stairs to the sleeping quarters, painfully unaware of the pair of concerned eyes watching you.

Deciding the bed would be the best place to crash onto, you crashed into a much more closer chair, back turned to the door and closed your eyes shut. You were breathing heavily and the sound of the ship was being drowned out by the buzz and thuds in your ears.

A knock caught your attention, albeit barely. "Permission to enter?", you hummed in response, knowing fully well your hologram boyfriend would not take no for an answer and not having enough strength to speak. There was a pause before Rimmer went into the room, but as soon as he did, he cautiously made his way towards you. You could only imagine him looming over you as he tapped on your shoulder.

"I brought you some water," Rimmer announced to you nonchalantly, leaving the glass beside you. You thanked him as you reached for the liquid with both of your shaking hands, but you were positive he barely heard you.

"That was quite a ride, wasn't it? The adrenaline, the thrill!" Rimmer walked around as if giving you an inspirational speech, "Although I have a feeling that for some, it may have been a bit too much, wouldn't you say so, my dear Y/N?". He turned to you with the last sentence, a playful smirk on his lip, but sympathy in his eyes.

You just threw him a look, not amused by his remark, "Yeah, well, not everyone can be as brave as the great Dan McGrew, right, Arn?".

He pouted, "Auch", and knelt down in front of you, reaching his palm to your cheeks, gently caressing. It was always a weird sensation to touch light, soft or hard, not really cold, not really warm. Leaning into his touch, you planted a kiss on his hand, a small smile tugging at the lips of both of you. "You're going to get used to all of this, eventually." Rimmer tried to reassure you, but you just shook your head.

"'Eventualy' isn't soon enough, starlight." the hologram traped your hand in his, squeezing. "It never is, but you'll be fine, I know it.".

You reached your still trembling hand to the one cradling your face, feeling the threat of tears from the stress and weariness. "How?" you whispered, "How are you so sure about this?".

"Love, have you ever seen yourself when we face the unknown? You always keep such a stone-cold face, looking so brave, so fearless! Adrenaline is a powerful muse, the tremble and tears, it's not you, it's just your body, nothing more." Rimmer was now cradling your face in both of his hands, semi-standing, looking directly into your eyes.

"It's only a matter of time until you get used to the rush and once you do…" he paused, maybe because he was searching for words, or maybe just to make his encouragement more meaningful, "You'll be braver than anyone we know."

You leaned forward, wrapping your arms around the holographic body, "Even more than Ace?". You felt him hugging you tightly "Even more than him.".

[badassbutterfly1987]

For fanfic friday: I know you've been low-key thinking for a while about chronic health fallout in a Vor lives au. Take this as your invite to toss headcanons, if you're inclined!

Holland manages to remove the metal shards and heal the damage just barely in time. The would be assassins are dealt with and Vortalis lives. The healing isn't perfect, there's going to be internal scarring and obviously he needs a recovery period. Everything is going to be fine.

Vortalis is confined to bed for at least a week because Holland insists he rest and recover. Besides, they can't risk the king looking weak. The only ones allowed to see him are those they completely trust (i. e. him, Leta, and Lane).

In the meantime, Holland rules in his place and everyone's wary about it at first, including Holland who really just wants to stay by his partner's bedside (god what if Vor dies because he is busy sitting on a fancy chair?). New guards have to be brought in to replace the fallen ones and the survivors have to mourn; Holland has to now be on speaking terms with guards and servants he couldn't previously remember the names of. Any weak points in the castle have to be shoored up. People still want to see the king to ask for favors. They consider whether or not to reach out to the other London. All things considered, he handles it pretty well.

Vortalis recovers, mostly. Antari magic can heal major wounds but scars are still left behind and his are in his lungs and near his heart. They don't realize at first the extent of the damage. He's still exhausted of course and not entirely steady on his feet, but he's not on the verge of keeling over.

Then one moment he's his usual self and the next Vortalis can't breathe. There's a vice around his chest and he can't get air in between the coughing and he's clawing at his throat and oh god he's been poisoned again-

Then he feels Holland's hand on his chest, pushing air into his lungs and keeping his heart beat steady. His voice assures him, it's all right, you're still alive, I'm here, just breathe-

It is the first time such a thing happens. It is not the last.

Vortalis has survived a lot of dangerous confrontations and manages any trauma from them pretty well. But now he can't even look at his cigars. He's wary of offered food and drink. Every few nights he wakes up struggling to breathe, Holland always there to keep him steady. Hypervigilance kicks in hard whenever Holland is out of the castle. A thousand what ifs cross his mind.

Then the doubts start to creep in. What if the rest of London sees an ill king and once again consider regicide? What if they can't heal Makt like this? What if Holland can't save him next time? What if he dies and Holland is left alone?

The first time Vortalis brings up making a backup plan in case he dies, Holland shuts it down the moment he realizes where the conversation is going. Isn't his magic enough to keep them both alive? It was enough to save them from the Danes.

(Holland hunts down Kell to demand Arnes provide a solution and no, tea alone isn't enough, Makt needs him well and so do I)

Very few people here lack scars. Vortalis has plenty already; these ones are just internal.

It doesn't get better exactly; Makt is always cold and he's sure that makes it worst: the coughing, the wheezing, the struggle to breathe. But they learn how to handle it.

They hold the throne for another 7 years and plan to hold it for several more. Makt still struggles but it isn't bleeding as much as it did under Gorst or another dozen tyrants or how it would have under the Danes. Bit by bit, Arnes starts to make up for their original sin.

They still have each other. They still rule together. They have to be enough.

[trashshouldnt]

the forms we take: story six, blood rage

word count: 1k

content warnings: gore [mild]

synopsis: your name is Vern, and tonight you and your pack of shapeshifters are on their way to kill your corrupt senator. it's time for revenge.

posting one of my stories as a sneak peek of what's to cone in my book :] you don't need much context for this one other than that shapeshifters are persecuted in society in this story. enjoy!!

i am hunting, and i am angry.

i prowl through the suburban twilight hellscape, looking for her, shifted into my choice disguise — a large, cumbersome white dog stained red by the blood already shed tonight.

they'll pay, He whispers in my ear. they'll all see how strong you've become, and they will shake like the leaves in the trees, cower in their insolence. they'll pay.

i spot my ally, a coyote's form in the distance, eyes glowing red. it's a night of reckoning. i know he's summoned all his allies too. i shift, muscles rippling into a new shape as bones crack into place. i stand, unsteady on my hind legs, and painstakingly walk forward towards her door. she needs to let me in.

i knock, straightening my back and slicking down my dog's ears. in the dim light, she'll only see a scruffy "man" with strange eyes. nothing out of the ordinary for this neighborhood. nothing out of the ordinary for the company she keeps.

lose the snout, He whispers, and i oblige, cracking the bones into shape before i knock. wiping the blood away as it trickles from my nose. good boy. you'll have your pound of flesh tonight.

she opens the door. gasps. goes to shut it. i catch the handle, yanking it open and catching her when my strength makes her fall off balance.

"hello, senator Holly," i growl. "brought some friends along, hope you don't mind. such a lovely home you've got here, really. mind if i come in?"

i toss her away from me, and she lands sprawled in the foyer, eyes wide with terror. "you! you're dead!" she cries, clutching at her chest as He laughs in my ear. yes, YES! make her pay, flay her and leave her on the lawn. take your revenge, don't waste your time.

i laugh, bitter and harsh. "you killed someone, certainly. but not me. im more... resilient." i admire my arns as they formshift, hands mutilating into bladelike talons, tendons and sinew exposed. my allies flood into the house as i step towards her, menacing.

"my daughters are upstairs, they'll hear you and call the police!" she warbles, voice high, her pupils darting across our familiar faces. "you don't want to do this, you vermin."

"i think you'll find we do, senator. in fact, we've been waiting for this for a very, very long time."

we lunge, all one swirling gorey motion as she screams an endless scream. fangs and talons, claws and human weapons tear through her, some simply grabbing and ripping at anything they can reach. eyes, hair, clothes, skin, nothing is safe. i get the most delicious part, slitting open the hag's guts and watching my friends rip and tear at what spills out. all the while, He laughs and cackles, urging us all on in our minds.

KILL. GO ON, KILL THE COWARD. SHE INTENDS TO BREAK US, BUT SHE UNDERESTIMATES YOU. HAVE NO MERCY, TAKE NO PRISONERS.

while the dogs tear through her, i stalk my way upstairs. i have someone to rescue.

***

i am hidden in my bedroom, waiting for him.

the door is locked so my mother can't get in, and im practicing my transformations like he asked. im going to be part of something greater, he promised me.

there's a howl outside. i rush to the window, seeing the shape of a coyote pack in the distance, there by the rising moon.

it's them.

i race to my sister's room, knocking urgently. she opens the door, and from her face i know she knows it too. we're getting out of here, tonight.

we huddle on the bed, listening as our captor's muffled voice through the walls as our savior appears. but when the screams start, we weep.

no matter how she hated what we were, no matter how she tried to smother us, she was our mother. and now she's gone.

i hear the footfalls on the stairs before my sister, ears pricked to the door.

slowly, the handle turns. i rush to my father, our new guardian, and we embrace. my sister is quick to follow, burying her face into his furry shoulder. we're safe now, i think. we're free.

***

i hold my new pups, stained in the blood of their mother, and we cry. oh... they're so small, He whispers. these pups need more than this life, Vern, He tells me, and i agree.

gently, she takes my gore stained claws in her hand, and looks up into my eyes. we don't speak, but i understand. thank you.

i pick them up, one in each arm, and gently take them downstairs. we go out the garage, to avoid the grisly sight of their old guardian and my... predisposed pack. it's still twilight, almost time to move on to the next revenge plan, but for now i savor the air. the feeling of satisfaction. we've done it, Vern, He says, and He's right. we've done it.

we won't be killed anymore. there's more of us, and more who support us, than there are them. i can't believe it took us this long to realize.

the night is beautiful. the night is young.

we will survive.

***

my father is a good man. i have to tell myself that.

he's holding us, my sister asleep on his shoulder. i don't know how she sleeps, not when the smell of gore and iron saturates the air. not when i still hear her gurgling and dying in the foyer.

im not as old as my sister, im not as "wise" as her, but i know that cruelty is wrong. that fearing our mother is a bad sign. but i can't let her death go.

i cry, as silent as i can.

[karasbroken]

I've been back on the Unfamiliar Idioms bandwagon, I even started this post three weeks ago, and just didn't get it done. Luckily I'd left myself more of the next chapter of Bite the Dust than I'd thought, so once I opened the file, I wasn't starting from scratch. Isn't that the best feeling?

I've been thinking about getting John and Aeryn down onto a planet again. I think I want to set up a situation where he realizes how differently she thinks, that she barely cares about things like exploration and has little sense of things like aesthetic beauty.

There's just vast swaths of human experience that she can't relate to. She's utilitarian, and defensively active and productive, with an extremely limited idea of what there is to do in life other than train, serve, and occasionally blow off steam in prescribed ways. Having hobbies, just traveling for the fun of seeing new things, enjoying a sunset are all alien. And I think that's going to be more off-putting to both of them than whatever weird issues they're having figuring out how to hook up....

But anyway, here's a bunch of nonsense about John trying to talk Aeryn into detouring to visit a planet just for fun. They're in his module, using the Earth engines to burn off his rocket fuel, when he spots an interesting inhabited world she doesn't want to bother with.

Aeryn heard him sigh, and go silent again, and she thought he'd given up. But a micron later his hands intruded, sliding up her sides and along the backs of her arms, to squeeze just below the elbow on each side. "What are you doing?" Aeryn double-checked that she hadn't missed some errant indicator or other problem he was trying to correct. Then she realized that he was using his gentle grip to subtly tug the hamman-side control, altering their trajectory toward the planet. "Stop that," she snapped, stiffening her arms to prevent the manipulation. He slipped his hands up to her shoulders instead, turning his grip on the perpetually tight muscles there.

"We're already here. And we don't have to meet Moya for arns," he coaxed.

John had a tralk's knack with his hands, curse him. "There's no reason to change our plans, and Moya won't wait if we get in trouble." That was a lie, though, and her resolve to both refuse to land and avoid further entanglement with this human was melting faster than the knot his fingers had discovered.

“Come on, this is your last chance to show me that a big bad Peacekeeper pilot can handle atmospheric flight in my barbaric module with its chemical-fuel engine and lack of omni-directional thrusters. It’s going to be field-force manipulation and plasma propulsers from here on out.” His breath warmed the back of her neck, as he murmured faux seductively into her ear. “You ever landed a craft that couldn’t brake or hover?”

Taunting her was a cheap trick, and pretending to seduce her was worse. But frell it, it might be working. There really wasn't any reason to rush across the system, Moya had no timeline or destination. And suddenly, taking a trip down to the surface sounded exciting. She’d landed gliders and other craft without engines in both simulation and battle, but only for stealth purposes, or to practice emergency procedures for engine loss, and always in ships far more sophisticated and automated than the module.

Flying a rudimentary craft with forward propulsion alone into a deep well would be a unique challenge. No, hardly a challenge, if Crichton could do it, but a new experience at least. Doing a gravity landing in an unfamiliar craft was a risk, of course, but if necessary, John could take over most of the controls from the gunner's seat, and talk her through the rest. Plus they had the backup of the newly hetch-capable Leviathan drives, if something went wrong.

“You know how the others get when we have a delay," she said, feeling the tug of temptation, "especially for anything having to do with your module.” It was undeserved, in Aeryn’s opinion, but the rest of the crew had yet to grasp that John was quite talented for a tech and there might yet be some value in the wormholes he was intent on chasing with the thing.

"That sounds like a yes," he murmured into her ear with a smugness that would have instantly changed her mind if she wasn't distracted by the warmth of his palms she could feel even through the decom suit and the way his thumbs were sinking into the band of muscles on either side of her spine.

She tried to shrug away his hands, the module wobbling slightly under her unsteady steering, but he continued his assault. "I'm considering it. But only if we at least pick up some of their famous food cubes." They'd gone truly hungry only once since she arrived on Moya, but that had been enough to make Aeryn reflexively resupply at any opportunity.

“Deal!" he said, immediately letting go of her and sitting back again. "Who knows what else they might have. We could really use a few decks of cards. And I could look for vitamins, too, or at least see what they have for medical supplies. A bottle of azs-prihn that doesn't put me right to sleep would be nice. Do you have any money on you, or something we could trade?”

Aeryn didn't let herself miss his touch, focusing on how irritating he was being instead. The human was almost as bad as the Hynerian when it came to shopping, but she'd invited that, she supposed. “I have currency with me, but I didn't bring anything to barter with unless you want to trade this junk heap to their local archaeological foundation.”

"You said they were primitive, it might be the most advanced technology they've ever seen!"

"Not that backward. Rigel mentioned a space port where traders can land. They don't have any orbiting stations, though, and minimal satellites. Not even an orbital defense system."

"Well that's probably good for us, since the module doesn't have weapons. Satellites, though… Alien satellites! Can we find one? I'd love to see that." His enthusiasm for the most mundane of details was aggravating.

Aeryn craned her head around to peek at what she could through the small module window, but even at max ocular range she didn't spot anything. "Which of these controls activates sensors?"

"Sensors? The module has some basic sensors that track gravity, outside heat, radiation." He leaned an arm over her shoulder, pointing out the dials and small displays as he named them. "But nothing like what you probably mean. I can't find objects in space unless I'm about to run into them." He pulled his arm back, but rested his hand on her shoulder, still crowded close as if he could see more by being ten denches closer to the canopy.

Flying through space with minimal ability to identify objects in close planetary orbit? Humans were foolhardy, but they were brave.

That hand squeezed again suddenly. "Wait, why did you bring your money if you weren't planning to visit a commerce station?" he asked.

“I never leave anything valuable behind on Moya.” It was just common sense. Between Rigel's habit of appropriating whatever he could get his slimy paws on, and the fact that they'd already been stranded off-ship more than once without any resources, Aeryn had made a habit of filling her pockets and pouches with essentials before any outing.

"I'm going to make you an honorary boy scout," he said, whatever that meant. "That's great. We can stretch our legs, take a look around, find out why the oceans are purple, then hit the space port and bring home something nice for dinner."

"We don't even know if we can breathe down there, or if it's safe," Aeryn reminded him before John got too excited.

"But if it is… Moya's still resting, right? Just taking a cruise through this sector? We can use the hetch drive on the way back, and catch up. As long as we don't stay more than a few hours, no one will even notice we were gone."

"D'Argo was already upset about us going out in the module, especially after what happened the last time we left Moya."

“That wasn't our fault," he protested. "Besides, after almost dying in the cold of space, we deserve a little time on a nice warm planet. And if D'Argo doesn't like it, he can bite me!”

Aeryn assumed that meant something offensive but it was an amusing enough image that she couldn't help turning around enough to look at John's mouth.

“What!” he asked after a microt, still annoyed.

“For a species with such unimpressive dentition, you have a surprising number of sayings involving biting.”

“What?”

“Bite the bullet, bite the dust, bed bughs bite, bite me,” Aeryn enumerated.

“Oh that! Yeah, I guess we do. There's lots more, too. His barq is worse than his bite, bite your tongue, bite your head off, biting off more than you can chew…”

“I get the idea Crichton,” she tried to cut him off.

“Bite me in the eema, won't bite, have a bite, bite the hand that feeds you…”

Aeryn sighed and opened a channel to Pilot. If the module couldn't locate orbiting debris, it certainly didn’t have the necessary scanning arrays needed to determine if the planet had breathable air, let alone the gravity, atmospheric density, and geographic survey they’d need if they were actually going to set down on the ground. Preferably avoiding populated areas. Perhaps Leviathan-tech sensors should be Crichton’s next addition to his junk bucket. “Pilot, can you send me whatever information Moya can provide about the fourth planet in our current system?”

[dexter123sblog]

A day in my life as a maritime student

A day in my life of a maritime student can be quite dynamic, combining classroom learning with practical training and even some physical challenges. Here's a glimpse into a typical day

- 7:00 AM: My day starts early with a hearty breakfast, fueled by the knowledge that a long day of learning awaits. Maritime studies demand a lot of energy!

- 8:00 AM: My first class of the day could be anything from navigation, ship handling, or maritime law to marine engineering, seamanship, or even maritime English.

- 10:00 AM: My second class could involve learning about safety procedures, cargo handling, or the intricacies of maritime regulations.

- 12:00 PM: Lunch break is a chance to connect with my classmates, who are all as eager and enthusiastic as I am. We share stories, swap studies tips, and dream about the day we'll be sailing the world's oceans..

- 1:00 PM: The first class in afternoon was Navigation, and I'm already struggling to grasp the intricacies of charts and compasses. But the professor is patient and encouraging, and I feel a spark of understanding as I start to navigate my way through the world of nautical maps..

- 3:00 PM: The second class on afternoon was English 100, that focused on English language.This subject was very good because this subject teach us how to speak, pronounce and to deliver right the English words.

-4:00 PM: My last subject was PATHEFIT this subject was more on on physical because this subject was teaching us self defense and attacking this subject was teaching us Tapondo an Arnes.

- 7:00 PM: By the time evening rolls around, my brain is full of new knowledge and my muscles are aching from the day's activities.

As I settle into my dorm room for the night, I can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. It's been a long day, but it's also been a rewarding one. I'm learning so much, and I'm excited to see what tomorrow brings.

This is just the beginning of my journey as a maritime student. I know there will be challenges ahead, but I'm ready to embrace them. The sea is calling, and I'm ready to answer.

[doux-amer]

I'm still not over the news about Diogo today. I couldn't and can't accept it and I kept swinging from numb denial to a wave of sadness when I accepted that he died to numb denial again. Reality keeps slipping away from me a second after I try to come to terms with what happened because this can't happen to him. This is so unfair. And I know life is unfair, but this can't be real. This is Diogo we're talking about. How can he be alive and then not? Why did this have to happen? He can't not be here. I just can't understand and I don't want to see any posts about him, but I also don't want to be alone in my grief and I've been word vomiting to Kiril for hours back and forth over this.

And I know that whatever I feel is a thousand times worse for people who actually knew Diogo. His poor family who lost both Diogo and André, his wife whom he was with since they were high schoolers before he went pro and their three very young children. They just married 11 days ago. This is so cruel. God, his teammates and Jürgen and Arne and just. The boys have been through enough these past few years. They've been through enough tragedies and near tragedies. And now this? How are they supposed to live with this? How are they going to show up at preseason training and he's not there, not because he left the club but because he's not even on this Earth anymore? How are the new kids going to join the club like this? How are the boys who left the club this summer going to deal with this when they're alone with no one who understands the grief they're going through because they haven't befriended anyone yet and they wouldn't know anyway because they don't know Diogo?

He was so young. God, he was only 28. He had his whole life ahead of him. I was looking forward to this new season because he had to work on his fitness this season and I knew that seeing him back at 100% would be beautiful. He just won the Premier League and the Nations League and he married and then this had to happen when he had so much left ahead of him.

I keep losing it when I see posts made about him and completely lost it at seeing Milly calling him "Jots," Alexis calling him "querido Diogo," Bobby calling him his brother, Lucho saying how Diogo made so many heartfelt gestures, one of which was extremely significant for him and then he posted that picture of Diogo holding up his jersey when Lucho's parents were kidnapped. He was so loved. And how could you not love him?

I'm too afraid to seek out more posts because I don't want this to be real. I want someone to say that this was all a mistake somehow despite it being over a day since it happened. I've been staying away from social media for the most part because I really can't deal with a post popping up about him and I've been avoiding the Liverpool socials because after seeing Torres's story sharing the club's announcement and then seeing Liverpool's posts (god, I can't imagine being the social media team right now because they knew Diogo. That's not some random celebrity. Some of them may not have met him personally, but some of them definitely have, and they can't even catch a break to process all this) and seeing his birth year to this year is something I really can't handle. I'm not going to be over this anytime soon and it hasn't sunk in yet. I don't think it will until the season starts and even then, I'm going to keep looking to the bench instinctively like he's going to be there. I'm going to think he isn't there because he's in recovery except he's not. And I'm not ready for all the tributes and the goddamn commentators who are going to bring it up and the inevitable goal celebrations in his honor and the commentary on Liverpool's season and just. This is Diogo. I'm sorry, but this can't be happening. It's not acceptable. Do you understand that this isn't some player? This is Diogo.

I know I'm word vomiting now despite not knowing how to take this all in, but I keep going through the day not knowing what to do and then trying to think about it because how can I think about anything else? But not wanting to because I just can't believe it, but it keeps popping up in my head. I know it's so stupid and nonsensical and childish, but I need someone to take this back. I know it's not about fairness and this can happen to anyone. I couldn't bear to look at any news beyond the announcement and then I had to because I had to know because it all felt fake and it was all unbearable, but then I tried to make sense of it as if trying to examine it all would somehow explain why this awful thing happened or how it could have been prevented. Like maybe if he hadn't had that minor surgery right before his wedding which made flying inadvisable, he would have flown instead of tried to drive back to Liverpool. Maybe if he had stayed put at home for the surgery and the wedding didn't happen when it did, this wouldn't have happened. Maybe if whatever the hell made his tire blow out didn't blow out his tire or didn't exist, he would still be here. But none of that even makes sense and god, what do you mean we're never going to see him running down the pitch, coming in to poach goals and slot them in anymore? We rely on him so much. What do you mean we're never going to see his gamer celebrations, joke about how much of a gamer he is, talk about his future at Liverpool and Portugal, see him rack up achievement after achievement because he's that good, see him smile that laid-back smile, see him play around with the guys, see him alive and present and just there anymore? He's supposed to be here.

[the-firebird69]

Ellie Goulding - Lights (Official Video)

Dad had a dark Mass and they make a movie out of it in the future it gets sent back it protected him and he came out okay and these guys don't know about it but they're in competition with the xenomorph and a xenomorph can use things on it like acid and teeth and a couple other things but it is venom versus xenomorph and that's what happened in New Hampshire but it's where the Yankee faust is from, he used to put it stockings out and the creature would fill them up and he would have have holes cut in the stockings so to speak and he fill up the garage with it or the seller and one day he disappeared and he burned the house down he didn't burn the house down because the house is still there but he moved it somehow and the creature figured it out and people think they're xenomorph and we do too

Zues

I think we put this out there and they're looking at stuff. Now they're not noticing that we think arn and others are alive possibly escaped they knew how to handle these creatures people are being put in pyramids even the Mac proper can't get there and they're being investigated and we don't think they're finding anything cuz they were cut off but they're being helped remotely this is what we believe is happening also this guy is constantly touching on things and the creature doesn't like it now they're touching on the real thing and the creature is going to go after his face again we know why but they have this relationship I guess and find out he was getting away with stuff and she's saying it sort of so we're going to pray

Hera

Olympus

[whump-me-all-night-long]

37, 38, 45 for Arne?

37. How does your oc handle heavy stress? Do they have any specific coping mechanisms? Are they healthy or not?

I would say Arne tends to handle stress fairly healthily, but also, I can't say a whole lot because that might ruin the story ;)

38. What does your oc do to relax? Any specific activities? Why?

He doesn't really have any free time honestly. Between his job as a farmhand, his attempts at hunting, and taking care of his aging mother and five (FIVE) younger sisters, he's stretched pretty thin. But I will say that helping his sisters with gardening and cooking/baking has always helped him to relax.

45. How is your oc around animals? What about children?

He's great around animals! His family has a couple goats as well as a handful of chickens and a stray tabby that he always sets out a thing of milk for. As for children, he really had to step up to help raise his sisters so I would say he's pretty good at it.

[strawberry-judas]

Swedish Judases shouting at Last Supper comparison

Arne Jansson (1972)

Alexander Lycke (20??)

Patrik Martinsson (2009)

Emil Nyström (2013)

Peter Johansson (2014)

feel free to discuss differences but please be polite

[queen-scribbles]

🖊

Gonna go with Kina to flesh her out since she's sticking around(which also means you're getting multiple facts for one pen, lucky you^^)

She absolutely takes advantage of how frequently people underestimate her as a Tiny Baby-faced Zabrak, she's played it up without hesitation and taken people for all they're worth, especially at cards. 

Very fond of her duster, that coat was one of the first pricey purchases she made when she started having more credits at her disposal, and even then she talked the merchant down to only charging a little over half what it was actually worth. xD

She likes the silhouette of a long coat or that buccaneer armor I just bought her; thinks it looks dashing and badass (she's not wrong)

Will destroy all comers at sabacc and pazaak both, probably could beat you at dejarik, too, but card games are her first love. For all she acts flip and sarcastic, she's wicked smart and a top-tier bluffer.

Loves spicy food. Will judge you if you can't handle it as hot as she likes it.

Extremely independent, only in part bc she's effectively been raising herself since age 13.

Never really met her dad, just glimpsed him in passing a few times and knew him By Reputation before he got sent to Belsavis. She knew that was part of the deal for her and her mom having a roof over their heads, so she doesn't have strong feelings one way or the other about him.

Iiiif she romances anyone I’m trying to decide between Arcann and flirting with Arn. No one else really fits with her, so it’ll be one of them or she’ll be single. We shall see.

[a-master-procrastinator]

First impressions on 7.0 story

I did the story on both Imperial and Republic sides, but only one time, so my thoughts and impressions might change after another replay. In general, it felt lackluster. Not without some bright moments, but 7.0 leaves more questions than answers and confuses me even more.

Spoilers under the cut!

Since I don't have backup characters (not main characters, so if something bugs I won't be disappointed) to experience new story, I took Airistan (DS-neutral Knight, Republic loyalist) and Jett (neutral-light BH, still unsure about loyalist/saboteur thing, both are terrible options for her, so I have 2 versions rolled with different options, today it's Imperial saboteur).

Didn't expect Manaan to be first, kinda figured it would be a story between the overall plot with Malgus and war. I didn't know what to expect from this plotline other than "we need kolto!" for either Republic or Empire, and, honestly, the game didn't get me invested. I don't know how to put it, but when Onslaught came out with the whole deal about Meridian complex, I had a sense of importance of either defending or destroying it. With Manaan I didn't have this feeling. Maybe it was my sleep deprived brain (can't rule it out), maybe it was lack of necessity of this mission in overall plot. Other than one "if we had that kolto shipment we'd get you more soldiers" line, Manaan's story don't have impact on anything else, at least so far. I'm willing to wait until next story updates release and see if the result of mission on Manaan has any more consequences.

Underwater mission was fun though. Gave me a little nostalgia from KOTOR.

New area looks good (even if it burns my computer and I have to lower shadows to get better fps and not hurt my eyes). Also happy about characters using their class ship.

Republic

Glad to see Arn again, congratulations on passing the trials and becoming Knight, even if his doubts are still there. Too bad Airistan can't help him much with his struggles as a Jedi (because she doesn't care about Jedi path).

Colonel Gallo is cool, hope she appears again (but pls don't make me come back to Manaan if it's gonna be so slow again).

Surprised that Airistan chose to save people instead of kolto, but in retrospective it makes sense - kolto isn't exactly a resource that's going extinct, and gaining trust by saving Selkath over kolto can help in future relations with Selkath. Airistan is devoted to win the war by any means, but she is also clever. Usually.

Empire

Ooops, another Dark Councilor is dead on Jett's watch, must be a coincidence. Shouldn't have gotten overly ambitious. In other words, Darth Norok didn't impress me.

Colonel Korrd wasn't super interesting at first, but with time I got more invested. Jett even didn't expose him and told to go Odessen.

Anri is great as always. I felt shame when she said "I know I can trust you".

Kolto was sent to Odessen, but to be fair, Jett would do so regardless of saboteur/loyalist status.

I still have characters ready to do Manaan, so maybe my opinion will change.

(about Darth Nul) "Even so... I struggle to think of anyone else with the power to wipe someone from history so completely" ever heard of Black Codex? (people who main Agents, pls tell me that they make a comment about this)

Then we finally get to the main plot of the, ahem, expansion.

Elom is even better looking, but I could not get through this flashpoint without lowering graphics. A few more updates, and even NASA computers won't handle SWTOR at highest graphics.

Anyway, I'm intrigued by Darth Nul and hope we learn more about her work in future.

Absolutely didn't expect to capture Malgus so early on, seeing how he is the main hype about this expansion, but it's not the last time we see him, plus they seem to focus more on Sa'har now.

Republic

Okay, but you can't convince me that Tau and Lana's bickering isn't them flirting.

New girl gang shot just dropped! (maybe not as iconic, but still cool)

Love all the Jedi who come to capture Malgus. Arn, Tau, Aryn, Gnost-Dural, SATELE HELL YEAH!!!

"Malgus is too dangerous to keep alive. We should kill him while we have the chance" ah yes, good old Airistan, finally back.

Empire

[Not this guy...] Heh, poor Rivix, Jett gives no cares about you.

"If he crosses us, we kill him" even better xD, making life difficult for Acina.

Rivix's interactions with Lana are fun as well.

Was wondering how non Force-users go about Malgus throwing a big ass rock at them (Jedi and Sith simply stop it with the Force and throw back at him), such an iconic slide.

So, Imperial cameos - Xarion, Krovos, as expected; even Acina decided to show up? (or Vowrawn if he's the Emperor, I guess).

As much as Jett enjoyed taunting Malgus on Ossus and Corellia, this time it would be outright asshole behavior, and she kinda understands not wanting to serve the Empire.

Lord Eldrid... hm, name drop and possibility to replace Savik on the Dark Council? I have a feeling we'll see Eldrid again.

In general, story was very short, yet at the same time it felt so long to get there (especially Manaan). I have mixed feelings about it: on one hand, not much happened, and Manaan didn't feel overly important, on another hand, I loved some characters, and story seems to have only started, so here's hoping it gets better with new story releases.

My thoughts on all technical stuff (combat styles, conquest, GS 2 and all that) will be later, as there's still many new things to try.

[arcadiii]

22, 28, 34 please?

HI! of course, thanks for sending in the questions :D

22. do you listen to anything while you write?

I do because I can't stand sitting in silence! it depends what mood I'm in tbh because sometimes I'll just write to anything but then sometimes I can only write to instrumentals or specific songs.

I think I've called out these songs before for o&o, but these instrumentals are pretty good for deep and dark inspiration - Farewell Life (Arn Andersson), No Going Back (Tom Player), Bleeding Heart (Ghostwriter).

I also sometimes just listen to the end credits music from The Hardest Thing because ow.

28. how well do you handle criticism when it comes to your writing?

I think I handle it well enough. It's always scary to see someone give criticism to something you've created but if it's genuinely good advice or tips and will help me improve? Anytime I've had constructive criticism, I usually try and apply any tips or advice they've given to my next piece to see how it works because, well, I want to keep improving!

34. copy and paste an excerpt you're particularly fond of.

oh... well... you asked for it. >:)

here's one from a place where you can breathe

Marcy only blinks back. Body shifting and curling into itself as she forces one last cough out of her system, she runs a hand meekly through black dishevelled hair, eyes batting away tiredness as she carefully watches Anne – the movement only causing Anne’s heart to free-fall back into that black pit deep in her stomach. Not wanting to overstep, she goes to remove her hand from Marcy’s shoulder but as she does, a cold, clammy hand takes hold, grip weak but weaving fingers between fingers – filling a space, just like they’d always done.

feel free to ask me more fanfiction writer questions!

[sleptwithinthesun]

sicktember 2021: headache/migraine

it's my first c/ommunity fic! written for a/bed n/adir and t/roy b/arnes, ~0.9K words, i hope you all enjoy :D (@sicktember)

Troy leaves the study room alone and concerned, as per unusual. Normally, he'd be going to class, or lunch, or pretty much anywhere with Abed, but his partner-in-crime hadn't shown up to the study group meeting today. And yeah, he knows that Abed does tend to go off on his own side adventures, but Troy can feel it.

Something's wrong.

He picks his way through the crowded hallways and heads in the direction of the dorms, hoping Abed just started watching Star Wars or some other franchise and lost track of time. The twisting pit in his stomach, however, tells him otherwise, and his fears are only confirmed when he knocks on the door to Abed's dorm and is only answered with a weak moan.

"Abed? Hey, buddy, it's me. Troy," he says softly, unsure exactly what's happening on the other side. "Are you okay? One knock for no, two for yes." He hesitates a second, and then hears a faint knock. It's not followed by another, and Troy swallows nervously before asking, "Can I come in?"

Two knocks.

He eases the door open, taking stock of how all the lights are off and the shutter shades over the lone window drawn as far as they go. There's a lump of blankets on the lower bunk which he assumes to be Abed, and Troy crosses the room to squat beside him, one of his hands hovering over what looks like his back. "Abed?"

"Tr'y?" Abed slurs, his voice hoarse.

"Yeah, buddy," Troy replies, his eyebrows knitting together as he assesses the situation. "Is this an overload?"

There's a slight bit of shuffling from inside the blanket nest, and then Abed's voice, quieter than before. "Migraine."

Troy winces on behalf on his friend, immediately lowering his voice as well. "Anything I can do?"

"W'ter?" Abed asks hopefully, and Troy tries not to think about how Abed must have been alone all day, in pain with no one to help him out as he finds Abed's water bottle on the dresser.

"I'll be right back," Troy promises, exiting as quietly as possible and taking a washcloth with him. His knowledge of how to help with migraines is pretty much nonexistent, but he's been with Abed for a sensory overload or two. He doesn't think the treatment can be too different, just keep the lights off, minimize noise, and try to alleviate the headache. Troy can handle this.

-

Troy can't handle this.

He's covered the windows with the extra blankets on the top bunk and convinced Abed to come out of his nest to drink some of the water he'd gotten from the water fountain, but there's some kind of mixer going on in the hallway now and it's really, really not helping. Abed's curled up with his hands over his ears and he's whimpering with every shout from outside, and nothing Troy is trying is helping. There are lines of pain written all over his face, and Troy can tell that all Abed wants now is to pass out.

"Tr'y," Abed mumbles. "Sick."

"I know, buddy," Troy whispers. "Hang in there, okay?"

Abed barely nods, squeezing his eyes shut tighter as Troy does his best to rearrange the blanket covering him without touching Abed. There's not much else to do besides wait it out with his friend, and not for the first time, Troy wishes he actually knew what he was doing so that he could help Abed.

And that's when it hits him.

annie how do u deal w a migraine

What? Why?

abed has a bad one and i dunno how to help him

I'm assuming that's where you went after study group?

yeah

Got it. All the lights are off, noise is minimized?

as much as it can be

Okay, has he taken any medication? Ibuprofen, stuff like that?

u know he hates it

Right. I forgot. I think you're going to have to try it, regardless of how Abed feels. If the migraine is bad enough, I can't imagine he'll care as much.

ok. i'll try thx annie, ur the best <3

No problem, Troy. Tell Abed I hope he feels better.

"Do you have any painkillers?" Troy asks, and Abed's eyes immediately widen. Yeah, he knew this was coming.

"'M not t'king—" Abed starts, muffled, then cuts himself off as they both hear another yell from the hallway. He flinches and tries burrowing even further under the blankets, but there's nowhere to hide. "I can't. Please."

Troy shakes his head. "Abed, you have to. The migraine's only getting worse; I don't see another option." He knows he's grasping at straws, but he can't watch Abed suffer anymore.

Abed's silent for a long minute, the darkness stretching between them. Finally, Troy hears him reorient on the mattress, then say, "There's a bottle in my desk drawer."

He rushes to get two pills in his palm, then in direct contrast, gently presses them into Abed's and offers the water bottle back to him. After that, it's a tense thirty minutes of waiting for the meds to kick in as Abed gets increasingly more agitated, but finally, around midnight, he falls asleep with Troy's hand grasped loosely in his own.

(Neither of them are surprised when Troy is still there in the morning, holding Abed's hand.)

[darkfairy-tales]

Inception - Chapter Two

Description: As an omega, Hongjoong was always treated wrongly in his pack. So when he is forced to be with an alpha who wasn't his mate he runs away. With little to no idea on where to go. With a small hope of finding his mate.

Character: ATEEZ, EXO, THEBOYZ, etc

Pairing: Ateez x Hongjoong, Hongjoong centric

Warning: Mentions of blood, violence, etc

Hongjoong woke up to various voice whispering. Well at least they were trying to whisper it seemed. But it was loud. "No! He is sleeping with me!" A loud voice stated. He heard a hiss and a sound of someone smacking someone's head followed by a whine. "Shut up you idiot." Another voice said. "Look he is waking up." he heard Mingi's voice say. Hongjoong sat up slowly rubbing his eyes. He looked around seeing all the seven alphas standing around the bed looking at him. His face flushed. "I-is there something wrong?" He asked in a small voice, shyly. "No no nothing is wrong! We were just watching you-" a short hyper alphs spoke up but was cut off by yeosang whose ears were red probably out of embrassment. "We were just looking over you." Yeosang said in a better words. "Alright! It's about time everyone introduces themselves!" Mingi spoke up.

"Hii! I am Choi San! I love plushies. And I love you too." the alpha with cute dimples, San, introduced himself. His words making Hongjoong blush. "Hello! I am Jung Wooyoung! The sexiest man well werewolf. At least in this household. Pleasure to meet you my mate." the alpha with deep beautiful eyes, wooyoung, spoke up doing a sexy pose. Yeosang shooked his head. "Don't mind him. He is..... crazy." Yeasang said making Wooyoung whine and Hongjoong giggle covering his face with his little hands.

"I am Jeong Yunho. The happy virus! Will you go out on a date with me?" The tall alpha with a goofy smile, Yunho, said. Putting his hand out like a prince asking a princess for a dance. Hongjoong placed his hand on Yunho's playing along. "I would love to." He said blushing. His heart beating wildly. Mingi coughed looking at Yunho with a funny look. "Anyway I am Choi Jongho. I am the strongest here. I will protect you forever hyung." Jongho said a bit shy but also looking bold and confident. "I am Park Seonghwa. I won't call myself a head alpha. But I am the oldest here. And I lead these childrens." Seonghwa says snorting when Yunho complained about how they were not children.

"I am Kim Hongjoong. F-From Dark Rose pack. I was born in 1998. Uh... and I don't really have anything to say." Hongjoong says looking down. "You are the second oldest here then! You are the same age as Seonghwa and Yunho hyung. Remaining of us are younger." Wooyoung says with a silly grin. "Come on. Let's get you something to eat. I made some braised chicken. With Seonghwa hyung's help." Yeosang says. Jongho helps Hongjoong get up from the bed. They all went downstairs and into the kitchen and let Hongjoong sit down on one of the chairs as they also sat down around him on the dining table while Yeosang went to serve the braised chicken to Hongjoong along with rice and some side dishes.

"Eat up. You need to gain more energy." Seonghwa says with a smile. Hongjoong looks around unsurely. "Are you guys.. not eating?" He asked. "No. Why? Want to eat together?" Yunho asked. "It's just.. in my previous pack they don't let me or other omegas eat until the alphas do. I mean most of the pack does that. So.." Hongjoong trailed down. "That's so cruel! We don't do that here! Don't worry. We eat whenever we want. Wherever we want. It's doesn't matter hyung." San says. Hongjoong starts eating, a bit shy being surrounded by seven alphas. This was all so new. He had never been looked at in this way. With so much love and care. It was almost overwhelming. But he liked it.

Mingi leans down wiping the corner of his mouth while he was eating. "You got some sauce there." The younger giggled. "Hyung is so cute." Wooyoung says as he leaned down on his arns watching Hongjoong making the omega turn beet red. "I am so glad that you are our mate. We can't ask for anything more. You are perfect." Seonghwa says with a kind smile making Hongjoong's heart flutter.

After tons of compliments, teasing and funny arguments Hongjoong finally finished eating. He offered to do the dishes but Jongho, the maknae didn't let him. "You don't have to do anything. We can handle this." He younger had said as we went away with the dishes to wash them. Hongjoong could only pout feeling bad for making the younger wash them. "Okay! Who wants to go out! I want to run. And also go to meet Jongin hyung and others!" Yunho hollered. Everyone agreeing. "Who is Jongin hyung?" Hongjoong asks looking up at Mingi. "He is our brother, well cousin brother. We are a part of the same pack, Aurora. They just live in the different pack house. Our territory is spread wide. There are many of us in different pack houses. And we have a name for every pack house. For example we are called ATEEZ. Jongin hyung is from EXO. They were the one who started all this. They gathered around our cousins and close friends and made Aurora. There is also a pack house named BTS. And also THEBOYZ." Mingi explains. "You are going to meet them today! I am sure they will love you!" Wooyoung says.

"I will go with you all?" Hongjoong asks. "Yes of course. We are going to run together." Yeosang says. Hongjoong's eyes sparkled at the thought. "Really! Yay! I am happy. I was never allowed to go outside. But I can run with you all today." He exclaims happily but the others froze. "You were allowed to go outside?" San asked frowning not knowing what to think about it. "Yeah. They never allowed me to run with them. The most I could do was stray inside or around the pack house. They never let me go into the woods. At least since 5 years." Hongjoong said, a sad look on his face. "Oh goodness." Seonghwa mumbles surprised. "It's okay now. You can go with us everytime you want to." Yunho says.

They all got ready to go. They put their extra clothes in bag, one bag for each one of them. They went out of the house turning into their wolf forms. Hongjoong look at how almost all his alphas had black fur. They were giant. Bigger than him. And no doubt stronger. He was shy as he changed into his wolf form too. The others looking at him. His wolf had white fur in contrast to the seven alphas. Yunho howled a bit as he walked towards Hongjoong nuzzling his head against the omega in a loving manner. Seonghwa barked signalling everyone to get ready for the run. All of them had the bag which contained their between their jaws. Seonghwa started running, but not too fast towards the west. The others followed him including hongjoong. They goofed around even in their wolf forms in order to make Hongjoong feel at ease.

After twenty minutes, which seemed short considering they ran very fast, they reached a huge pack house. Seonghwa led them towards the small outhouse they had outside where they changed back into their human forms putting on the clothes they bought with them. Hongjoong was blushing red looking at his alphas. He put on the clothes Wooyoung packed for him. He put on the black pant first. It was comfortable to wear and just his size. Next he put on the white sweatshirt which was a bit bigger. And it probably belonged to Seonghwa considering it had seonghwa's scent on it. "All done?" Seonghwa asked. Everyone nodded. "Our joongie hyung looks so cute." Mingi squeals pinching hongjoong's cheeks leaving the omega pouting.

"Let's go then." Yunho says excitedly. They exited the small outhouse. They walked up towards the huge house, seonghwa ringing the door bell. The door was opened by a tall man with huge but cute ears. "Welcome everyone! Come in! Come in! I see we have someone new today. I have a guess on who he is." The man said letting them in looking at hongjoong and giving the others a cheeky smile. Hongjoong was holding the back of Yunho's shirt as he stood behind the tall alpha hiding himself out of shyness and also from the way he felt so nervous. Other people came down the stairs. Hongjoong looks at them, his eyes falling on one of the male who was obviously pregnant being held by who he assumed was the mate.

"Wow Hyung. How are you feeling? Is Jongin hyung still being annoying?" Yeosang asks the pregnant omega teasingly causing the omega to grumble. "Chanyeol and Baekhyun are more annoying than anything. And I don't know if I want to stab them or spare them." the omega grumbles. They all went to the spacious living room. "Introduction first!" San says leaning his back against the large couch. Everyone introduced themselves to Hongjoong. He relaxed realizing the others were really nice and welcoming. "So who is the new addition we see?" Beakhyun, the omega also the mate of the alphas Chanyeol and Sehun asked, referring to Hongjoong. Seonghwa wraps his arms around Hongjoong's shoulder gently. "He is Kim Hongjoong. Our mate." He says. "I knew it!" Chanyeol hollered clapping. "Our you say?" Minseok who was the oldest and also omega asked. "All seven of them are my alphas." It was Hongjoong who answered. Lay, the beta who was the head alpha's mate gasped. "Oh my god. That's wow... Goodluck handling these seven rowdy pups." He said jokingly. "Which one is your previous pack Hongjoong?" The head alpha Suho asks. "Dark Rose." Hongjoong answered looking down. He was not proud of the fact that he was from Dark Rose since his uncle took over. His uncle was the reason the pack had a bad reputation.

He had half expected the others to judge him over the fact that he was a part of Dark Rose pack. But he felt a comforting hand on his shoulder. "I am glad you came out from that hell hole." Kyungsoo says. "Exactly. I don't know if we ever knew each other or so. But me and Kyungsoo also came from Dark Rose. It was long ago. But yeah we ran away there. And we met others after that. We understand what you must have gone through in that pack." Baekhyun says. "I am sorry." Hongjoong says. "Ayee why are you saying sorry. It's not your fault." Chen says. "The head alpha is my uncle. I am.. I am Kim Hakjoon's son. I was... I was supposed to take over the pack with my mate. But my uncle took away everything. If only I was strong I could have made it better for everyone." Hongjoong says as tears filled his eyes.

"Oh my god I didn't recognized you are Hakjoon alpha's son. You have grown so much. We have seen you in different occasions. Your parents were great leaders." Baekhyun says surprised. "Whatever happened. Leave those memories behind. Now you can have a new start and have new beautiful memories with all of us." Kyungsoo says as a sob escapes him. His pregnancy mood swings hitting him. Jongin hugging his omega quickly whispering comforting words. The sight made Hongjoong smile. Yunho noticing the smile on Hongjoong smiled too. He pulled the omega on his lap. Hugging him from behind. Wooyoung complaining at the side about how Yunho was hogging their baby all alone.

"Hongjoong as a welcoming party how about we have a hang out but only for us omegas and betas. Alphas can go do something on their own." Minseok suggested with a bright smile. "And here comes trouble." Chen mutters yelping when Minseok hit him while giving him a glare. "That would be great." Hongjoong agrees. "Okay then Suho do call the others to get their omegas here!" Lay says clapping his hand. Suho sighs as he calls THEBOYZ and BTS. Telling them about what happened. "Come come!!! We need to get ready for the hangout." Baekhyun says with a smirk. They all stood up. Hongjoong was led upstairs by the older omegas. "Hyung we expect you all to give us our omega back on time." Yunho shouted over them.

"Oh no. We don't have food ready. Omg there are going to be four hungry and pregnant omegas." Chen curses under his breath. "Minseok is going to have your head if he can't find his favorite snacks." Wooyoung said bursting out laughing. "You are gonna know the struggle one Hongjoong gets pregnant." Chen said with an eye roll. "So we shall get the snacks and food ready shouldn't we?" Jongin said. "Okay let's get back to work boys! We don't want angry, hungry and frustrated omega and betas today. So we might as well get to work." Suho said. They split their works and got to work to keep food and everything ready. Seonghwa and others were happy knowing Hongjoong was fitting just right in with the others. They all went to set up the large room upstairs where the omegas and betas usually hangs out when they are together. Every alphas in the house ready to make their mates happy.

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