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sjsmith56 · 7 months ago

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Setback

Summary: The rescue of some hostages is complicated by the fact that one of them is the husband of Bucky’s ex-girlfriend; a woman he still hasn’t fully let go of.

Length: 4.5 K

Characters: Bucky, Sam, Fury, Thor, Peter Parker, named OFC, named OMC.

Warnings: Bucky’s PTSD, self-blame, memories of sad times.

Author notes: Not a Bucky happy ever after ending but he does experience some personal growth.

The video that Friday showed on the view screens had been verified as real; a school bus full of children on an outing with their teacher and the principal of their school had been hijacked. Although no one had yet claimed responsibility and there was no ransom demand, the perpetrators had sent it to a local TV station with the ominous message that the lives of everyone on that bus was in jeopardy unless the soon to be released demands were met.

“27 children were on that bus,” said Fury. “Their teacher and their principal were the only adults going with them. It was a field trip to an environmental centre where they were to spend the day learning about pond biology.”

“Has their location been determined?” asked Bucky.

Fury shook his head. “Friday is still working on that. The GPS unit on the school bus was ripped out at the point of interception and left on the side of the road. Overflights of the area have not picked up any sign of them and it is believed the bus may either be indoors or underground. Still, I would like everyone on this mission to be ready to go at a moment’s notice. I will keep you updated as we learn more.”

Everyone stood up and began to file out of the briefing room then Bucky was asked to stay behind. He nodded to Sam and approached Fury who sat on the edge of a table at the front of the room.

“Am I on this mission?” he asked.

“You are,” replied Fury, “but there is something you should know first.” He used a remote control to bring up a yearbook picture of the teacher, Travis Dean, an ordinary looking man wearing glasses. “You know this man?”

“No, should I?”

“He’s the husband of Laurie Black.”

Immediately, Bucky’s memories were taken back to two years ago when his relationship with Laurie ended. It hadn’t been anything she did; it was all Bucky who was behind the breakup. During a low point in his emotions, he had convinced himself that she deserved better and proceeded to treat her cruelly, convincing her that he didn’t love her, didn’t need her love or even her friendship. In previous occurrences she had persevered with him, helping him through the destructive emotions but this time he really went overboard. This time, she got the hint and within hours left him for good. As bad as his emotions had been, when he realized she wasn’t coming back he sank even deeper into a depression, immersing himself into weeks of isolation and moping.

“Is she aware of the hijacking?” he asked.

“She is,” answered Fury. “She’s on her way here and wants to see you.”

As much as he didn’t want to, Bucky knew that Fury only told him as a courtesy. She was a private citizen with a stake in the mission. To not see her wasn’t an option.

“Let me know when she arrives,” said Bucky. “I’m going to get ready.”

Sam glanced at Bucky when he entered the locker room, wanting to ask why Fury wanted to speak with the man, but his friend beat him to it.

“The teacher is married to Laurie Black,” he said, in a low voice. “She’s on her way here before we head out.”

“What do you think she wants?” asked Sam.

Bucky didn’t answer because he honestly didn’t know. Their relationship had been good when he was in a good frame of mind. They supported each other, laughed, loved, and enjoyed being together. It was when he was in low spirits that the problems occurred. Laurie was always supportive, giving him space but also encouraging him to fight the demons still within him. Until the last time, when Bucky went too far. He winced as he remembered the last words he said to her.

“Could you stop smothering me for one goddamn minute? Why do you always think I need to be fixed, huh? Why don’t you stick to fixing yourself and leave me alone?”

The look on her face would always stay with him, as her eyes welled up with tears, then she turned away from him and left. Sam had given him a look that said he should go after Laurie but in the mood he was in, Bucky wasn’t about to admit he had gone too far. Instead, he left for the roof, wanting to get away from everyone. When he finally came back down several hours later the others were in the common area. He walked in and no one would make eye contact with him, except Sam.

“Where’s Laurie?” asked Bucky.

“Gone.”

“What do you mean gone?” He began to panic. “Where is she?”

“She packed her bags, dropped off her resignation, ID, and Avengers issued phone and left.” Sam gave him an envelope. “This is for you.”

He looked at the letter in his hand, then returned to his quarters, finding nothing of her was left behind. Gingerly opening the letter, he read the brief message, then crumpled the paper in one hand before punching a hole in the wall.

That had sent him into a deep spiral of blaming himself for pushing her too far. He found Thor’s stash of Asgardian mead, becoming so drunk that Bruce had to knock him out with a drug cocktail that would take down an elephant. It took weeks before he was declared fit for duty.

“Do you want me there?” asked Sam.

Bucky shook his head. “No, I gotta do this alone.”

He went to the armoury and picked out his weapons, loading them into his locker on the quinjet. It was another hour before Laurie arrived, and Bucky was summoned to Fury’s office. He could see her head as she sat with her back to the glass wall. Fury watched him impassively as Bucky approached then stood up before he got to the door, meeting Bucky outside his office.

“You can speak inside. She just wants to see you then she’s leaving.”

With those words, Fury left, and Bucky entered, taking a chair near her. He noticed right away that she was quite pregnant; a development that made him take his breath in sharply.

“Hello Bucky,” said Laurie, not looking at him yet. “I guess this is a surprise to you.”

“When are you due?” he asked.

“Two months,” she answered, looking down at her hands as she crossed them on the mound of her stomach. “I wanted to apologize to you.”

“Laurie, no.” He shook his head and shifted his chair, so he was closer. “You have nothing to apologize for. I was wrong to expect you to take my shit like that. I was cruel to you, and I knew it. You were right to leave and right to call me out on my behaviour.”

She looked at him, taking in the familiar face; the thick dark hair framing his forehead, with that crease between his eyes. His lashes were still dark, his eyes still that beautiful blue grey shade that made her feel all sorts of things. The sharp cheekbones and defined jaw, with the chin dimple below his soft lips and white teeth were still attractive. The only change in him was the hint of grey in his chin stubble and the underlying sadness in his eyes.

“It just got to be too much,” she said in a voice barely above a whisper. “I couldn’t handle it anymore, Bucky. It hurt too much to hear you say those things to me.”

“I know and I’m so sorry I took my anger with myself out on you. It took a while before I felt up to it, but I did go for more therapy. I’m still in it.”

She nodded, then swallowed. “That’s good. I’m glad for you. I met Travis about a month after I left you. I was still a mess, still very lost and depressed. He was my friend for a long time before we realized that we had become more.” She patted her belly. “I got pregnant two months after we got married. We’re both excited for this baby so I want you to promise me that you’ll do all you can to bring Travis back to me.” Her voice caught as she pleaded with him. “I can’t … I can’t raise this baby by myself, Bucky. I need him. I need you to save him.”

It didn’t escape him that it could have been him who fathered Laurie’s baby. They had talked about it occasionally, as something to aim for in the future. He knew she wanted a family someday and the thoughts of them married, with her pregnant like this, of being present as his child entered the world, of growing old together with a family had been something to dream about.

That it would be another man making that dream a reality for Laurie would always be something he regretted. The thought of not doing all he could to save her husband never occurred to him. For a moment, he felt insulted that she needed to voice this then he watched as she roughly wiped her tears from her cheeks with her hands. Her eyes were reddened and swollen, making him recognize how afraid she actually was for Travis. She wasn’t insulting Bucky; rather she was asking for his help, as an Avenger, as her former lover, and as a man.

“I’ll bring him home to you,” he murmured. “I promise.”

“Thank you,” she whispered. “I know you’ll do your best.”

“Do you have somewhere to stay?” he asked, unsure of where she lived.

Laurie shook her head. “I took the train here, but I was just going to find a motel and wait there. I couldn’t wait at home.”

“Stay here,” he suggested. “You won’t be alone.” He looked up then and saw Fury outside the office. “Excuse me for a moment.”

Leaving, he closed the door behind him and stood in front of the director.

“We’ve got a location,” said Fury. “Wheel’s up in 5 minutes. Are you two alright?”

Bucky nodded. “Yeah. She’s afraid for him and wanted my promise to save him. I said she could wait here. Will you watch out for her?”

“Of course. You better get going.”

Quickly, Bucky returned to her and informed her they were ready to go. The only touch between them was him placing his hand on her shoulder and squeezing it. With that as his goodbye, he hurried to the launch pad to board the quinjet. Sam was already in the pilot’s seat with Yelena as copilot. Everyone there nodded to him as he strode up the ramp, taking his place in one of the seats.

By the time they arrived, there had been some developments. The kidnappers had identified themselves and made their demands known. A domestic terrorist group, they wanted some of their own who had been arrested to be released by a certain time. They also demanded $10,000,000 in ransom, payable in Bitcoin, also by a certain time. The hostages would be released only when the payment had been verified. The final part of the demands was displayed, and a collective groan was heard on the quinjet. For every 10 minutes that went past the deadline, a child would be shot in front of their classmates, on a live video broadcast on the internet. The final victims would be the teacher and the principal, forced to watch the slaughter of the innocent lives placed in their care.

When they exited the quinjet the Avengers were met with a contingent of several different agencies; local police, FBI, and military. They wanted to attack the location as a combined force.

“You’ll force their hand,” said Sam. “They’ll start executing some of those kids right away. Are you willing to take that chance? Let us infiltrate the premises. We know what we’re doing.”

They were given one hour to accomplish the task before the highest-ranking officer on site took command. Sam did his best to get more time, but the message was clear. The Avengers would get their shot, then it would be everyone else’s turn. He could hear Fury’s voice in his comms piece to take the offer. As he and Joaquin took up their aerial positions and scanned the interior of the building with their specialized infra-red capabilities, Bucky led the others inside. Splitting up into two groups they followed directions given them by either of the two flyers.

“Hold on,” said Sam, suddenly, at the 15-minute mark. “Something’s going on. One of the adults fought back and ran in the opposite direction. With the distraction, the other is leading most of the kids down an alternative route and they’re not being followed. Joaquin, blow a hole in that side of the building and give them an exit route. Team Bravo, follow his directions to support them on their six.”

“How many kids are left, Sam?” asked Bucky, leading Team Alpha.

“Three, straight ahead at the end of the corridor you’re in,” he stated. “You need to hurry. They caught him and are laying a beating on the guy while keeping their guns on the kids.”

With Sam’s description of where the gunmen were located, Bucky sent Scott and Hope into the ventilation system, waiting for their signal that they were in the room. Their task was to protect the kids, enlarging their bodies enough to shield them from any firing. Bucky, Yelena, and Shaun positioned themselves at the door then Sam sent a small rocket into the corner of the roof away from the kids to distract the terrorists. Kicking the door down, the three of them made quick work of the five men inside.

“Hostages secure,” said Bucky as he approached the man on the ground who had been beaten. He wasn’t a big man or terribly muscular, but he had impressed Bucky with his bravery. “Need a medic, ASAP.”

Kneeling, he touched the man’s neck to confirm he was still alive. His eyes opened but he couldn’t focus, and he blinked his eyes several times. Even without his glasses, Bucky recognized him.

“The kids are safe?” he croaked.

“Yeah, they’re okay,” said Bucky, then he gently put his hand on him when the man tried to get up. “Don’t move. Let the medics check you out first. What’s your name?”

“Travis,” he murmured. “They took my glasses. Can’t see too well without them.”

This was the man who helped Laurie after Bucky chased her away and he had just saved most of the kids by putting up a fight. Bucky swallowed then patted him on the chest.

“You did good, Travis,” said Bucky. “You put yourself on the line for those kids. They’re alive because of you.”

The medics arrived and took over from Bucky, assessing Travis’ injuries. Several FBI agents came with them, taking the other children out. The other Avengers entered the space, confirming that all the other hostages were safe and being readied for evacuation.

“We’re just waiting on the teacher’s status,” said Sam, to their inquiries. “Then we’ll help him out to be evacuated.”

“No, he comes back with us,” interrupted Bucky. “His wife is waiting at the compound for him. They took his glasses. Can we find them for him?”

Sam looked at his partner, suddenly understanding who the beaten man was. “Yeah, we can go looking for them.”

He herded everyone out then followed them, leaving Bucky and the medics there. The latter seemed satisfied that Travis hadn’t sustained any serious injuries and gave their okay for him to sit up and stand. Bucky assured the medics the man was in safe hands, and they left. Pulling two chairs over, Bucky offered one to Travis then sat in the other.

“You’re an Avenger?” asked the other man. “What’s your name?”

“Bucky Barnes,” he replied, noticing Travis’ reaction. “You’re Laurie’s husband.”

“Yeah.” There was a long pause. “She came to see you, didn’t she?”

Bucky nodded, then remembered Travis couldn’t see much without his glasses. “Yeah, she did. She asked me to make sure you made it back safely. I promised her.”

Neither spoke for some time then Travis swallowed. “She was really hurting when I met her. By what she told me I figured it was a severe PTSD episode that made you say what you did to her. It took her a long time to get over it and forgive you. Are you better?”

“I am, thank you.” Bucky sighed. “She always came back when I did that to her. Guess I took it for granted that she would that time as well. When she didn’t come back, I didn’t handle it well and it took me a while to accept that I sent away the only woman who had put up with my shit. I’m glad she found you. She loves you very much. It was obvious.”

“She loved you, too. That’s why it took her so long to get over you.”

“Found them,” said Peter, as he walked in the door. “One lens is cracked but you should ….” He noticed the look each man gave him and wondered if he had interrupted something important. “Here, Mr. Dean. The kids all asked if you were okay. They said you and the principal tried your best to protect them.”

“Thanks,” said Travis, as he put his glasses on and noticed it was Spider-Man who handed them to him. “I’m surprised they didn’t keep you with them. They’re big fans of yours.”

Peter, whose mask was off, blushed. “I promised to come to your school one day. If that’s okay.”

“That’s great, thank you,” said Travis, standing up. He moved then held his side. “That hurts.”

“Take your time,” said Bucky. “We’ll get you to Laurie.”

With a nod, Travis began walking to the exit, followed by the two Avengers. Before he exited the building, Peter put his mask back on, still reluctant to show his face in public, even though they knew who he was. Together they came out to an onslaught of media people, shouting out Travis’ name. The principal and kids had already told them of how he fought against the terrorists, giving them the opportunity to get most of them away from harm, calling him a hero. He was reluctant to accept that title, gesturing to the others as the real heroes.

Bucky waited patiently, then Sam intervened saying that Travis’ wife was waiting at their compound for her husband, and they wanted to reunite the couple. Only then did they manage to pull away from the almost overwhelming attention. In the quinjet, Travis looked at everyone with a little bit of awe until Thor, who had led team Bravo looked right back at him.

“What is it you see when you look at us, Mr. Dean?”

“Heroes,” replied Travis. “All of you do this all the time, without hesitation.”

“You are also a hero,” said Thor. “You teach but, on this trip, you accepted the necessity of putting yourself in danger so that the children would be safe. There was no preparation or hesitation, it was instinctual, which means that you are as heroic as the world sees us.”

As he looked at the others, he saw the same sentiment expressed on their faces. When he looked at Bucky the latter bowed his head briefly to him then smiled.

“Thank you,” said Travis.

He said nothing after that, just sat with his hands clasped together as he leaned over and rested his arms on his knees. The others went back to talking amongst themselves, but Bucky watched the teacher, as the enormity of what happened to him began to manifest itself. It was a delayed reaction, and he noticed that Travis bit his lip and swallowed noticeably several times. The man was struggling. Bucky stood up, put his hand on Travis’ shoulder and gestured towards the back, where the cargo hold was. The other man looked fearfully at him for a moment, but the super soldier looked kindly at him.

“You can have some privacy back there,” he murmured, adjusting his voice so that only Travis heard him.

A look of relief crossed the man’s features, and he stood up, following Bucky. Sam watched, grimly smiling, knowing that Bucky was well tuned to when someone was on the edge. As the two men entered the tight space, Bucky gestured to a crate. He leaned against the wall.

“Even now, there are times I come back here to deal with the terror I still feel in my gut,” he said to the teacher.

“But, you do this all the time,” replied Travis, sitting. “Aren’t you used to it?”

The dark-haired super soldier shook his head. “No, I’ve never become used to it. It’s what I know and with my abilities, this job is what I’m good at, but I’m not used to it. It eats away at me and builds up to a point where I can lash out at people, like I did to Laurie. I was too macho then to talk to a professional or allow myself to cry the fear out. In my mind, suffering was normal until I lost the one person who I envisioned having a future with.”

“Laurie,” stated Travis. He gave out a tortured breath. “I’m feeling overwhelmed right now. What the hell was I thinking? I mean, look at me. I’m not special like the rest of you but all I felt was the need to do something, anything, to get those kids out. When they started beating me, I thought I was going to die, and that I would never see Laurie again, or see our son grow up. I was so stupid.”

“Not stupid. Protective, and that’s something you’re going to need when that little boy is born. He’s going to need a father he can look up to, and trust to protect him and his mom. You’ve proven that today. But you are feeling the terror right now, aren’t you?” Travis nodded. “One of my coping strategies these days is to come back here and let it all out. I cry like a baby and let all that negative emotion flow out of me like a river. I leave it behind. That’s what you have to do right now. When you get back, talk to a professional and don’t hold back. They’re trained to deal with it objectively.” He looked at his watch. “We have about an hour before we land. Use it.”

He turned to leave.

“Bucky?” The super soldier looked at Travis. “Why are you doing this for me?”

“Because you love her and make her happy in a way I couldn’t. She deserves happy.”

With a quick nod of his head, Bucky left the man to deal with the emotions he knew all too well. Travis came out of the cargo hold shortly before they landed, his eyes red but seeming calmer. As the ramp lowered, they could all see Laurie waiting with Fury for Travis to exit, so they let him off first, smiling as he wrapped his arms around his wife. He winced at her hugs but accepted her quick assessment of his health before they went up to the medical centre for a more intensive examination. Bucky hung back, standing next to Fury, as the others dispersed to drop off their weapons, shower, and change. They would have a debrief in a few hours.

“You, okay?” asked Fury.

“No.” Bucky’s answer was terse, and his look was anything but relaxed.

“Go see Dr. Hoyle,” suggested Fury, referring to their onsite psychologist, knowing that Bucky needed to speak to someone about this mission. “Just get the edge off.”

“Is that an order?”

“No, but I expect you to do it. She’s already waiting for you.”

With a sigh Bucky went straight there. The suggestion from Fury was more of an attempt to stave off an outburst or even a meltdown. Dr. Hoyle was in her outer office, speaking with the receptionist when Bucky arrived, still in his tactical suit. Leading him into her office, she sat in her chair, gesturing to him to sit. She didn’t say anything, waiting for him to initiate the conversation, finding it was better that way. After a good ten minutes of silence, Bucky leaned forward and rubbed his face.

“I have to amend my goals,” he said, quietly.

“Okay, which part?” she asked.

“Getting Laurie back is off the table. She moved on, got married, and is expecting her first child. Her husband is a good man. I might be many things, but I don’t interfere in someone’s marriage.”

“How do you feel about coming to that decision?”

He sat back, looking out the window at nothing in particular. Then he breathed out heavily through his nose.

“Like I’m back at square one.” He looked at her. “It’s hard. I first came to you because I wanted to be good enough for her but that’s not how it works, does it?” Hoyle’s face remained impassive. “I have to do it for myself, first.” He rubbed his face with his hands. “I just wish that it felt like I was making progress.”

“You think this is a setback?”

“Yeah, isn’t it?” She didn’t answer and he sighed, as she was obviously expecting him to figure it out on his own. “I guess part of me thought if I didn’t get her back then I deserved to be alone. By focusing on her I shut myself off to other possibilities, didn’t I?” Hoyle smiled kindly. “By letting her go I can finally move on and maybe make real progress. It still hurts.”

“Yeah, that’s the lousy part,” she smiled. Bucky’s cell phone beeped. “You can check that if you want.”

He looked at it. “She wants to say goodbye to me. That’s part of closure, isn’t it?” Hoyle nodded. “Are you alright if I go?”

“Sure,” she said. “I’ll see you for your regular session, alright?”

He nodded, leaving through the exit door. As he approached the lobby area, and the small crowd that had gathered to say goodbye to Laurie and Travis, he noticed how they held hands with each other. They were happy together, and for that he was glad. She noticed him first, smiling warmly at him. He shook hands with Travis, then looked fondly at Laurie.

“Take care of yourself and your family,” he said, sincerely. “I wish only the best for you.”

“Thank you, for everything,” she replied. “I hope you find happiness someday. You are a good man, Bucky. You deserve it.”

Their driver opened the back door of the vehicle, and the couple moved towards it. They both raised their hands in farewell then got inside. The others returned to the building as the vehicle drove away, but Bucky watched until he couldn’t see it anymore.

“Goodbye,” he whispered.

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lilacmingi · 2 years ago

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ELF IN TRAINING

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works

Pairing: Elf!Mingi x elf!fem reader

Word count: 3,430

Note: THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVES! Yunho, Yeosang, Mingi, and Wooyoung’s are my absolute favorites. They’re the ones I really got immersed in while writing them and I just love the plots. I’m very proud of them 🥹

The North Pole was covered in snow, the usual weather for Santa's Headquarters. Large, fluffy snowflakes came down in a flurry, adding to the inches of white snow that blanketed the ground.

You were hard at work in the workshop, painting and assembling toys. Christmas was only a month away and it was crunch-time at Santa's workshop. Every elf was hard at work preparing for the upcoming holiday. The sound of hammers tapping and the low hum of the assembly line machines were the only thing that could be heard in the building as every elf stayed laser focused on their job.

Mingi, a new elf in training, walked across the workshop with a box of completed toys in his hands. He was heading to the room next door where the toys were being collected. As he proceeded towards his destination, his head collidided with the top of the doorframe, a thud sound following after. You instinctively winced at the sight. Mingi was always bumping his head on the doorway. Unlike other elves, he was rather tall and towered over everyone. The average height of elves was around five feet, Mingi was six feet tall.

You hated seeing him always hurting himself on the doorframe and wondered why no one had done anything about it. At this rate he would give himself a concussion if nothing was done about the low doorframe.

A chorus of chuckles from nearby elves could be heard after Mingi's little incident. You abruptly abandoned your work station and hurried after Mingi, calling for him. He turned around, looking down at you with bright eyes and an expectant expression.

"Are you okay?" You asked.

A soft smile spread across his face.

"I'm fine. Thanks, Y/n."

"You don't need an ice pack or something?"

He shook his head. "I'm kinda used to it."

You gave him a sympathetic look.

"You should get back to work. Christmas is coming soon." He told you.

“What about you?”

“I’ll be just fine.”

As much as you didn't want to, you turned around and hesitantly made your way back to your station, picking up where you left off.

It was difficult to focus. All you could think about was Mingi and the way everyone always laughed at him. It made you angry. There was no reason for it. He's an elf just like the rest of you.

Lunch was called and you were able to step away from your work and take a break. You congregated in the cafeteria with the other elves where you got a slice of extra sweet cake and a mug of hot chocolate. As you made your way to your seat, you overheard a few comments from some of your fellow workers.

"Did you see Mingi?" Chuckled one elf. "He bumped his head on the doorframe again. That klutz."

"He's such a giant, no wonder he's always hitting his head."

"He's a weirdo."

"He's a misfit."

"He doesn't belong here."

"He's not an elf, he's a giant."

The comments angered you immensely. Everything in you screamed to speak up and say something, but you fought it, pushing that urge down deep. You didn't want to start something and cause a scene. However, your temper got the best of you and pushed aside all reason. Your grip tightened on your mug of hot chocolate as you harshly spun around to face the chattering elves.

"That's not very jolly of you to be saying such hateful things about a fellow elf." You punctuated the last word. "Surely, you know Santa is fully aware of what you're saying now."

None of them said a word.

"That's what I thought." You huffed, turning away.

Santa knows everything and they still had the nerve to say such rude things about Mingi. It was shameful, really.

You then spotted Mingi sitting alone at the end of a table, rubbing his forehead. You immediately set your sights on him, making your way over without hesitation.

"Hi." You greeted, taking a seat across from him.

"Hi."

"How's your head?"

"It's okay." He reached up to lightly rub it again. “Hurts a little."

"I'm sure it does. Are you sure you don't want an ice pack?"

"I'm sure. Thank you, though. I appreciate you always checking up on me."

You smiled. "I just want to make sure you're alright."

"Thank you for that. It's nice to know someone cares."

"So, it's been a few weeks since you joined the team. How are things?"

"Good." He nodded with a smile. "Work is easier and more enjoyable than I though. Turns out I'm pretty good at assembling toys. I'm the fastest elf in my group." He beamed proudly.

"That's great to hear. It seems you're fitting in just fine."

"Well, almost."

"Almost?"

"In case you haven't noticed, I'm a whole foot taller than everyone here." He stated.

"I have noticed, but it doesn't bother me."

"It seems to bother everyone else. They all stare at me and whisper things."

"You just need to ignore them. They're not worth your time. Santa should give them more work since they seem to have time to make hateful comments about you for no reason." You huffed, feeling your temper rising again.

"What if I'm not a real elf?" Mingi asked unexpectedly, his tone weaker than before.

"What? That's nonsense. Of course you're a real elf."

"But what if I'm not? I clearly don't fit in."

You abruptly reached over and grabbed hold of his ear, giving it a good tug.

"Ow!" He yelped.

"Is that proof enough?" You inquired, quirking a brow.

"I guess so." He muttered, rubbing his ear with a pout.

"Mingi, you need to stop doubting yourself. You're an elf just like the rest of us."

"But I'm different."

"Unique." You corrected. "I think your height is your charming point."

"My charming point?" He asked, looking at you with round, glittering eyes.

"Yes. It's what makes you, you."

His face seemed to soften a bit after you told him that. He appreciated your words greatly, more than you would know. You and Santa seemed to be the only ones who treated him as an equal and not as some freak.

You stayed and kept Mingi company throughout lunch, sharing funny stories about past mishaps at the workshop. His heart fluttered in his chest whenever you laughed at your own story. The giggles spilling from your lips made Mingi feel light as air, and the way your eyes crinkled up when you smiled made him grin himself. Your happiness was contagious.

He was a bit of a slow eater and yet you stayed with him the whole time, which only made his growing attraction towards you bloom even more.

That night, you laid in bed staring at the ceiling. You really needed to get some rest, as you knew you'd need the energy for work the next day. Christmas was quickly approaching and everyone needed to be at peak performance, but you couldn't seem to stop thinking about Mingi. Yes, he could just duck to get through the doorway, but that's an inconvenience, plus he seems to forget how short the doorways are.

Unable to sleep, you threw the covers off and changed into your uniform, hurrying out of your room. With a mission on your mind, you trekked through the snow and to the workshop, making your way up the large staircase that led to Santa's office. You gave a soft knock on the oak wood doors and waited for an answer.

"Come in." A voice bellowed from the other side.

You slowly twisted the doorknob and stepped into the room.

"Y/n, what on earth are you doing here? It's nearly 1 AM.”

"I could ask you same thing." You chuckled.

"Oh, you know, checking it once, checking it twice." He responded with a smile as he glanced down at the long list that stretched across his desk and spilled onto floor. "But seriously, what are you doing awake at this hour?”

"I couldn't sleep, sir." You answered honestly.

"Why is that?" He inquired, concern lacing his warm voice.

"It's Mingi. He's always bumping his head on the doorframe in the workshop that leads to the stock room." You informed him.

"Oh no." He frowned.

"It pains me to keep seeing him hit his head, so I was wondering if I could make some adjustments to the doorframe."

"I'm sure I could make time to do it. You don't have to take that on all by yourself."

"Sir, with all due respect, I want to do it on my own. Plus, you're already very busy."

"Are you sure?" Santa asked.

"Yes. I can handle this."

"Very well."

"Thank you, sir."

"Of course. This is very nice of you, Y/n."

You gave him a soft smile before exiting his office, bounding down the stairs, and hurrying over to your work station, grabbing an armful of tools. There was no time to waste.

Mingi got out of his bed that was thankfully the right size for him. Santa was kind enough to make some accommodations for him like getting a larger bed and furniture so he could. The elf stretched his stiff muscles before shuffling over to his closet to grab his uniform.

He made his short commute across the small North Pole village, trudging through the large amount of snow that was constantly covering the ground. He stepped into the workshop, ready to start his day. To his surprise, the shop was completely empty. Mingi simply brushed it off, going to his work station where he found a box of toys that he forgot to put into the stock room the day before. He lifted the box and carried it across the shop. As he passed the entryway to the stock room, he instinctively flinched, his head being thrust backwards by a phantom force.

The pain he had anticipated never arrived, causing him to stop for a moment and turn around to look at the doorway he just walked through. To his surprise, it appeared to be reconstructed and there was now a circular head shape at the top of the doorway.

Mingi was quick to set the box of toys down, hurrying back into the workshop where elves were starting to come in to begin their work day. His eyes searched desperately, wanting to find out who had done this. His first thought was Santa. He was about to head up to the big man's office when he spotted you asleep at your work station, tools strewn across the desk. As he moved closer, he noticed sawdust all over your work space, your clothes, and even stuck in your hair.

A fond smile painted Mingi's features as he gazed down at you, a warm and fuzzy feeling blossoming in his chest.

You did that for him?

You began to stir, which caused Mingi to scurry off, not wanting you to see him. Once he got to his work station, he watched you lift your head, your eyes going wide at the mess in front of you. He tried to hold back a chuckle as you scrambled to clean the sawdust off the tabletop, clearing your workspace of any tools and powdery wood particles.

He found it amusing how you went about your business after you tidied up, pretending that you weren't just snoozing at your work table amongst tools and sawdust.

His gaze drifted to the doorway that seemed to be attracting attention from some of the elves. Mingi could feel his cheeks warm as he looked at the newly-shaped doorway that was exactly the same size as him.

He would make sure to thank you later.

You yawned as you tinkered away on a toy. Running on little to no sleep had you working a little slower than usual, but knowing Mingi would no longer hurt himself put you at ease and, in a way, kept you going.

You worked until you felt someone's presence near you. Glancing up, you saw Mingi who stood by your station.

"Oh. Hi Mingi." You greeted with a smile.

"Do you have a minute?" He asked.

"Sure. Is something wrong?"

"I just wanna talk to you for a moment. Is that okay?"

"Of course."

Mingi led you outside to a nearby bench where the two of you could talk alone.

"I saw what you did for me." He said.

"Hm?" You furrowed your brows. "What do you mean?"

"The doorway. I know it was you."

"Me? No. I didn't do that."

"Y/n." Chuckled Mingi. "I saw you asleep at your workstation with sawdust all over you and tools everywhere."

You started to make up another excuse, but snapped your mouth shut after processing what Mingi said. You meant to clean up your workstation, but you were so tired you accidentally fell asleep.

"You don't have to pretend it wasn't you." He spoke softly.

"I wanted to stay anonymous."

"I would have figured out it was you, anyway. No one else would do that for me except you and Santa."

"Did you like it?" You asked.

He nodded with a smile. "It was really nice to be able to walk through a doorway normally."

"I'm glad. I hated seeing you hit your head all the time and it seemed like no one was going to do anything about it."

"I hated hitting my head too, and I always seem to forget to crouch down."

"Crouching down seems like an inconvenience."

"It is. I don't feel like I'm getting work done fast enough."

You nodded in understanding.

As the two of you sat, snow began to fall from the overcast sky above. You looked up, watching as the flakes got bigger.

"I still can't believe you worked all night to alter one doorframe for me." Mingi spoke up suddenly.

"You deserve it, Mingi." You told him.

"You have such a kind soul."

You couldn't stop the warmth that ticked your cheeks at his words. “I would change all the other doorframes for you in a heartbeat."

The elf beside you seemed to get flustered as he avoided eye contact with you for a moment. When he looked back at you, a heartwarming grin spread across his face.

"You're getting covered in snow." Mingi giggled.

"You are too."

"Why don't we go somewhere else? How about that gazebo over there?" He pointed to a nearby wooden pavilion with lights wrapped around the roof and railing.

"Good idea."

The two of you hurried through the flurries and under the gazebo, but as you stepped underneath the shelter, you heard a loud thud. Turning around, you saw Mingi wincing with his hand pressed to his forehead.

"Oh no." You frowned, watching as he ducked to get underneath the gazebo.

Thankfully, the roof was a hollow cone shape, so he was able to stand up properly when he got inside.

"I forgot." He muttered.

"Come here." You held your palms up towards Mingi's face, gesturing for him to move closer.

He bent down a little, allowing you to get on your tiptoes and grab his cheeks, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

His eyes widened, as his cheeks tinted pink, even the tips of his pointed ears held a blush-colored hue.

"Ah." You turned your head away. "Sorry. I don't know why—"

"It's okay." Mingi cut you off. "I... liked it."

"You did?"

He nodded, shyly.

You couldn't deny the fact that Mingi was a good-looking guy. In fact, he's the only elf that ever caught your eye, and it wasn't because of his height. He was stunning. You loved his eyes. They could be sharp at times, almost intimidating, but also innocent, big, and bright. You loved his lips too. They were full, pink, and when he concentrated really hard, very pouty. You'd be lying if you said you didn't think about how it would feel to kiss them.

Did he feel the same as you?

"So..." You trailed off, unsure of what to say next.

"I like you." Mingi blurted.

Your brows raised, not expecting him to come out with it so quickly.

"You're the only elf that's shown me kindness. Ever since I first showed up here, you made sure I was getting the hang of things and constantly asked if I needed help. Despite me being different, you still spoke to me and treated me like everyone else."

"That's because you are like everyone else. To me, you're not different. You're you."

Mingi's glossy eyes twinkled a bit when you said that. His large hands found yours, clasping onto them; you could feel them shaking—or maybe it was your own. You glanced down, seeing the way his hands swallowed yours whole. It made your heart leap in your chest.

"Can I kiss you?" Mingi asked tentatively.

"I thought you'd never ask." You chuckled.

Mingi bent down to get closer to your height as you stood straighter to get closer to his. Your hands rested on the sides of his face as the two of you leaned in, closing the space between you.

Mingi's lips felt exactly the way you thought they would, only 10 times better. They were pliant, soft, and oh-so gentle. He was kissing you so delicately, it made your heart swell. You could tell he was a little nervous about what he was doing, but so were you.

One of Mingi's large hands moved to cup the back of your neck, holding you in place as he began to deepen the kiss.

You could feel your whole body heat up like fresh hot cocoa. The warmth sent a rush through you from head to toe as your hands moved to clutch onto the collar of Mingi's uniform, pulling him even closer. You couldn't get enough, you were desperate for more.

Mingi seemed to get the hint as he straightened his posture, not once disconnecting the kiss. You stood up on your tiptoes to keep the contact as his free hand slid around your waist, his arm wrapping around your torso, holding you flush against him. He paused for a moment, relocating the hand that cupped the back of your neck to your waist. He held onto you tightly as he stood up fully. You gasped against his lips as the tips of your shoes lost contact with the wooden flooring of the gazebo.

He only pulled away long enough to mutter,

"I got you."

You trusted him, closing your eyes once again as you allowed his full lips to fully encase yours, sending another rush of heat throughout your body.

Unfortunately, breathing was something you needed to do to survive, so you had to pull away, ultimately ending the blissful moment. Mingi slowly lowered you to where your feet touched the ground again. The two of you huffed, your breaths coming out in puffs thanks to the wintry weather.

"As much as I'd like to stay out here and kiss you, we've got work to do." You reminded him.

"I know." His shoulders drooped a bit.

"We can always hang out later."

He smiled after hearing that.

The two of you stepped back out into the open and headed back towards the workshop hand-in-hand.

"I have a question." Mingi spoke up.

"Yes?"

"What now?"

"What now?" You parroted.

"Yeah. What are we?"

You didn't wanna get ahead of yourself, so you turned the question on him. "What do you want us to be?"

"Honestly... I'd love to be able to call you my girlfriend."

You smiled at his answer. "Good. Because I'd like to call you my boyfriend."

"Really?"

The fact that he was still surprised after the two of you had just kissed was adorable.

"You won't be ashamed to be seen with me?"

"When have I ever been ashamed to be seen with you?" You questioned.

"Touché." He chuckled.

You came to a stop at the large workshop doors, turning to Mingi.

"I'll see you after work." You told him, pressing a soft kiss to the back of his hand.

He grinned bashfully in response as he opened the doors. You both kept your hands clasped together, parting ways to go to your respective stations. As you separated, you gave Mingi a small smile and a wave.

Your entrance attracted quite a bit of attention, but you didn't care. The only thing you cared about was getting toys finished so you could spend more time with Mingi... and kiss him some more, of course.

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ilovescarletwitch · 2 years ago

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Oblivious Yoda is canon!Yoda

This is a huge pet peeve of mine. Pro Jedi I have a bone to pick, be warned.

Recently I have seen so many Oblivious Anakin is Canon Anakin fics and I really want to know what movies they watched. Anakin was an incredibly perceptive 9 year old who saw Qui-gon's lightsaber and immediately realised he was a Jedi and also knew that Watto wouldn't be able to resist a bet and thus they could trick him. During the First Geonosis Battle he tells a pilot where to aim to cause more damage. When they were escorting Satine he catches on pretty quickly that she has history with his master. During the episode with the Talc he is the first to notice the Talc use picture to communicate and draws a picture to show them they wish to be friends. At the end of the Rako Hardeen arc everyone is congratulating themselves on a job well done and Anakin is the first to realise something is wrong and run to stop Dooku. At the Wrong Jedi he is the one who figures out who the bomber is.

What is he oblivious to? Fandom calls Anakin oblivious in a disgusting display of victim blaming because he didn't realise when he was ten that his new friend was trying to groom him.

Yoda has been the Grandmaster of the Order for centuries. And yet he is oblivious to the survival of the Sith, even when Qui-gon reports it he refuses to believe it and sends Qui-gon to his death. He is oblivious to the Sith master serving in the Senate and then being elected Chancellor. Seriously he is in the same room so many times and fails to sense anything.Chancellor Sith grooms one of their most powerful students right under his nose and he never catches on.He is oblivious to someone, maybe Sifo Dyas maybe not, using the Order's names and funds to order an army of clones that are essentially slaves. According to the new Disney Canon, Dooku has already fallen and in cahoots with the Sith before he left the Order but Yoda is oblivious to what his former apprentice is doing and remains oblivious until Dooku chooses to show his hand. He is oblivious to someone tampering with the Jedi Archives. He is the one to first bring the clones into the battlefield and essentially make them the army of the Republic and yet he remains oblivious to the fact they are a Trojan Horse meant to destroy the Jedi Order. Why is Anakin the oblivious one and not Yoda who is a lot older than Anakin, has a lot more experience and is the one leading the Jedi Order?

Same goes for the rest of the Jedi council, Master Ti in particular. She is stationed on Kamino and her job isn't just to train troopers but also to keep an eye on the Kaminoans. Yet she remains oblivious to so many clones being fitted with chips that would make them turn on the Jedi. During the Fives arc she is completely oblivious to Nala Se dragging Fives before his meeting with the Chancellor. But she has already heard Fives words and yet never investigates after he turns up dead immediately after. People love to crucify Anakin for not listening to Fives but at the time Fives had lured them in a warehouse, stolen Rex's weapon, trapped them behind a ray shield and proceeded to accuse the Chancellor of treason. Anakin had every reason to believe Fives was mad, it's Shaak Ti that was there the entire time and whose job it was to keep an eye on Kamino. Yet nobody says oblivious Ti is canon Ti.

Luminara Unduli's padawan is so traumatized by the war that she not only grows disillusioned in the Jedi Order but carries out a whole terrorist attack on the Temple and frames another Padawan for it. And Luminara remains oblivious to her padawan's actions until Anakin exposes her. Yet there is no tag calling oblivious Luminara canon Luminara.

Obi-Wan Kenobi remains oblivious to Chancellor Sith grooming his student for ten years. He is the adult charged with a small child's care and he never notices that he is under someone else's dark influence. He remains completely oblivious to any personality and behaviour changes that should be huge red flags. Yet, nobody calls Obi-Wan oblivious for not realising that the politician who arranged to meet his underage student alone is hurting his student.

Nobody calls Bail and Mothma oblivious for not realising that their head of state is colluding with the enemy and orchestrating a crisis after another so he can gather more powers and thus name himself emperor.

It's only Anakin who is either a literal child or the age of your average college student during the entire prequels that is called oblivious because he didn't realise that his mentor was manipulating and using him.

@tragicfantasy-girl @riana-one you have some of the best takes regarding hypocrisy in fandom. Do you have any instances where Anakin is actually oblivious?

#Star Wars #Anakin Skywalker #obi-wan kenobi #Yoda

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scarlettaagni · 2 years ago

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Glam was a Dragg-Reven shepherd on Vrykola who fled after Vilgax's invasion and eventually joined the Space Plumbers.

A happy-go-lucky, silly big teddy bear guy who loves animals, just coming in and out of the background of episodes...

unless they ever arrested Psyphon and held him at his station.

See, the thing is, Vilgax invaded Vrykola and Psyphon went turncoat and assisted him in destroying it. And proceeded to sully their reputation with further invasions on other worlds. Ergo, it is absolutely on-sight if any Vrykolan is within his vicinity and aware of his general location.

Once arrested, Psyphon himself would probably suggest that if they have any Vrykolan officers, to relocate them and not tell them why, because they can and will try to assassinate him. He's not volunteering this info out of self-preservation, because they can only try to kill him even if he's in handcuffs, but out of a general "hey, this might be a complete headache for everyone, so as a heads-up..." Gets ignored because why would anyone take his advice.

Glam would use his authority and arsenal, and put everything on the line to ensure his opportunity to take out the person who betrayed their homeworld. He wasn't pretending to be who he was up 'til now, but joining for this express purpose of being part of the forces who fight Vilgax (and consequentially Psyphon) and deciding to take this route when he finally gets the chance, having never really expected to get this close to him. Glam loves what the Plumbers have done for him, but not enough to abide by their rules when that means not getting back at Psyphon.

Psyphon would just be goading him the whole time, A) fully expecting his advice on dismissing Vrykolan Plumbers to be ignored, B) this not being the first nor the last attempt on his life, C) finding anyone defending Vrykola and its leaders' honor to be idiots, and D) knowing he can kick most anyone's ass even handcuffed. So he's not taking it very seriously. Been there, done that. He has very little respect for a fit pitched in order to bootlick an already-fallen moldy-ass oligarchy who wouldn't give a shit about Glam either, or the planet they maintained where his life was absolutely miserable until it fell apart.

a lot of "the Exequiance aren't gonna fuck you!" "do their boots taste like real leather?"

Glam: [actively shooting] my house was destroyed! Psyphon: [in handcuffs, on floor] aw, well, I wouldn't know know how that feels, I NEVER HAD ONE Ben: [literally shielding Psyphon] you are making it SO hard to defend your life

And to top it all off, while Psyphon feels that Vilgax is the one true authority that everyone should swear fealty to (and he interprets everyone fighting against that as not accepting reality), he cannot respect Glam betraying the Plumbers by trying to kill him, after all they've done for him AND Glam making a pledge to them. He's just asking for some damn consistency, and he can't find jack.

again, he's over assassination attempts and has for a while been critiquing their motives and avenues of attack. Glam's is the messiest.

and Psyphon's not saying all that cause he doesn't want to get assassinated. As an intensely loyal person himself, he finds Glam's conduct to be a very insult to the concept of loyalty itself, and an insult towards the Plumbers who did a lot for Glam (even if Psyphon doesn't actually care about AND has issues with them).

He'd call Glam a faithless worm, and say that Vrykola, the corrupted hellhole it was for him, had birthed three monsters. Himself, Ragnarok, and now Glam.

When the dust settles, after breaking a shit-ton of laws, Glam goes on the run as a renegade Plumber (still in the uniform though probably worse for wear), biding time until another chance to clash with Psyphon.

Ehh,,, that's the general story idea.

If you're wondering how he gets that helmet on, the white and black parts snap off around the root of his horns.

#his particular gender doesn't have lips #also Bill Fagerbakke voiceclaim #nerd stuff #my art #scarletta doodles #OCs #ben 10 #Glam

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greatestrival · 10 months ago

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in celebration of star trek day (which i am. three days late to) have this star trek maxiel au from an abandoned star trek au that i won't finish until aos4 comes out. which will probably never happen. but enjoy!!!

879 words.

“Are you staying onboard for shore leave?” Daniel asks.

They’re both in Max’s quarters. Which doesn’t mean much considering Daniel’s quarters are only four rooms away. Though, everyone on the Nomad knows that Max’s quarters have been the Verstappen-Ricciardo quarters since the start of her second voyage. The medical crew would ping Max’s quarters if they ever needed Daniel, same with any urgent messages from the commanding officers. Daniel’s clothes are stacked inside of Max’s closet and Daniel’s blue uniform hangs beside Max’s red on the rack.

“Max...” Daniel whines. They’re both lying on the bed. These beds weren’t made for two people. Even if both of them have lieutenant commander privileges, Starfleet isn’t particularly encouraging bed-sharing between personnel. They make it work. Daniel is a chronic cuddler and Max is a chronic Daniel-er.

Daniel is lying on Max’s chest. They’re both wearing loose shirts and shorts. Both of them know that with all the privileges of being high-ranking officers, they have the responsibility of being the first people called in any emergencies. In short, they don’t have the privilege of sleeping naked anymore.

Max already has his eyes closed and only lets out a short grunt as Daniel pokes him in the chest. The thing is, Max enjoys a good night out as much as anyone whose job is to be cooped up in a skyscraper-sized Starship. But it’s already passed the halfway point of their deep space exploration. Which means that the Nomad will need more reparations and inspections before they can come back to Earth. During shore leaves, it’s the best moment to do inspections since there’s no rush to turn on the warp core for a speedy exit. Max knows it. Daniel knows it too.

But the thing is, it’s been a while since Max has gone out on a date with Daniel. During their last shore leave, they were running the warp core a little too much after a hostile encounter with some Klingons. Forcing them to retreat after attempting to contact any nearby vessels for aid. Starfleet informed them to dock on a nearby known friendly planet and Captain Horner declared a shore leave as the engineering and operations team worked night and day to fix everything. Safe to say, Max did not have enough time to enjoy the days off.

Neither did Daniel.

After the announcement, Max told Daniel that he should spend some time off too. He and his crew were running on fumes after taking care of all the injured. The planet that they docked at was known for their night markets and after a quick search, famous for their grilled—something? Daniel read out loud from an article that the flavour is similar to an Earth grilled barbeque and Max knew that it was one of Daniel’s vices.

Daniel had taken a look at him and told him that he’d bring something nice back. On the first night of the leave, Daniel showed off all the things that he brought back and hand-fed Max something grilled on a stick. Max had been too tired to notice what it was he was eating other than the fact that it was good and Daniel was feeding him. Then Daniel proceeded to hole himself in Max’s office for the rest of the shore leave and declared himself the “Max recharging station!” whenever Max got too frustrated during repairs.

It was safe to say that many engineers only had their heads still stuck above their shoulders because of the “recharging station.”

(What Max doesn’t know is that the engineering department had sent Daniel a box of nuts-free chocolates.)

“Where are we going?” Max decides to say.

Daniel rolls over him to grab his data pad off the table and the screen immediately lights up. Max scrunches his nose as he tries to cover his eyes with his arm and Daniel says a quick, “Sorry.”

“Holy shit Max. We’re docking on a beach planet,” Daniel says.

Max mumbles an affirmative.

“You wanna go surfing? Look, Max,” Daniel rolls back to face Max and tries to shove the data pad in front of his face. Max barely opened his eyes before he turned his body away.

“Max, c’mon babe.”

Max mumbles—“Whatever you want.”

“Sorry I didn’t catch that babe, what’d you say?”

Not wanting his sleep to further be interrupted, Max fully opens his eyes before rolling back to face Daniel. He’s scrolling endlessly on the datapad, more than likely just looking at what the planet has to offer. Max huffs.

“Daniel. I obviously have no preference over what we should do. I just want to enjoy some time with you,” Max says earnestly. Daniel turns his head to look at him, smiling widely. He turns the datapad off and puts it back on the table. Then, snuggles closer to Max until their noses touch each other.

Max had closed his eyes already when Daniel suddenly asked him, “D’you wanna know something, babe?”

Max simply acknowledges him with a nod.

“I like you so much.” Max still has eyes closed but he blindly throws his arm around where he guesses Daniel’s waist is to get them closer together. He uses the opportunity to nuzzle his nose to Daniel’s collarbones.

“I like you so much too.”

#maxiel #max/daniel #my fic #w #fun fact the actual doc is around 8k long #well guess it will never see the light of day!

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silenthowls · 11 months ago

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Now that I've gathered some thoughts and done some brainstorming with a few people, I'm going to be making a more cohesive timeline and put my plot ideas from my initial post here so everything is all organized. Later, I will be making a specific page for events summarizing Yohan's reactions and interactions during them for posterity ~ I'll also do smth similar to this when the next part of the event hits as well.

⸻ THE ALIBI

Yohan was, admittedly, not thinking of giving too many people an out for this one. Unless you were Bae Yunhee, that is. The narrative is that Yohan overheard their plans to go to the resort for a getaway; his own presence there being a reluctant chaperone and alibi for their sake. Just in case their parents disapproved of their sudden private tryst and needed an out for being alone together. The rest of the story is that he, for the most part, kept to himself, wandering around the building quietly like a man intent on meditating — which is actually true to the real events of that day prior to the dinner party.

⸻ TIMELINE

DEC 20TH : Yohan was out on an arranged date when the news broke, and proceeded to make several phone calls. Needless to say, he rushed back to campus the minute after he hears it, trying not to throw himself into a panic. That night is his first sleepless one — he stays up all night.

DEC 21ST : The funeral comes fast; so fast that Yohan still hardly has much time to register what's happened. It is clear he is in distress. During this day, he is quiet, trembling as he attempts to keep himself together in the presence of others. He mentions after, off-hand, that maybe he should speak to the police.

DEC 22ND : By now, it is beyond clear Yohan has hardly gotten much sleep in the past two days, nor eaten from the way his stomach bubbles in protest. However, he is in intent on attending each day of the funeral. His parents attend with him this time to console Hyungseo's. Unfortunately, this is also the day Yohan happens to lose his mind and has his outburst, spurred on by the hostility that already rests in the air. He is dragged away and piled into his parent's car. They take him home shortly after where he continues his meltdown and subsequently punches a hole in the wall of his room. His father gives him the beating of the lifetime to knock some sense into him, and discipline him for embarrassing them in front of everyone. "You may be too old to send back, but we can sure as hell disown you. Did you forget how lucky you are?"

DEC 23RD : Yohan shows up to the final day, too; more rested, but keeping to himself this time. There is a bandage over his knuckles now and a far off look in his eye, light wincing as he walks. It is quite obvious he is seething, though. The same day, he visits the memorial for the first time and places the pocket watch he intended to gift Hyungseo after his victory among the other things. He decides it's time to throw himself head first into self-destructive behaviors.

DEC 24TH : Another memorial visit to assess what's been left for Hyungseo. Another day of thinking of taking up smoking. Another day of plotting revenge on everyone who has wronged him and Hyungseo.

DEC 25TH : His father, once again, is unhappy with his adopted son. He's caught wind of the police interview taking place the next day and decides to remind Yohan of his place. If he had any thought of exposing the entire thing, it's been forced out of him now. He's in no mood for Christmas dinner and leaves to do something more productive with his time.

DEC 26TH : The interrogation, interview; whatever you may call it. Yohan keeps to himself for the most part if he sees anyone at the station. He's decided. Everyone will pay for this somehow.

⸻ PLOT IDEAS

It is a couple days after Hyungseo is found. His funeral is taking place, and Yohan is none too calm about it. When his outburst comes, only MUSE A is the one who takes action and pulls him back before something bad happens. They are the one who loads him into the car that takes him to his parents' home where he is met with his own version of Hell. Not that they would ever know what they'd done.

SONG SUNYOUNG is determined to convince Yohan to cease in his determination to tell the entire truth. Whether it's done in a gentle manner or not is of no consequence. He doesn't seem like he's backing down the day the news is revealed, and he has it already set in his mind. Maybe it's time to set him straight. But, at least you aren't the only one trying to talk some sense into the man.

In this time, Yohan finds himself more willing to do things he wouldn't normally be inclined to do. In his search for distractions and in his attempt to put his mind off of completely going off the deep end, he finds solace in MUSE C for the time being. What's a little scandalous rendezvous between two people in a difficult time? Especially if it means he will chill out a bit and stop threatening to cause havoc? It might offer a temporary slice of stress relief along the way. And, no, it doesn't matter if they've always hated each other or will ruin their friendship with it.

MUSE D just doesn't get it. What was so great about Hyungseo anyway, and why is Yohan so damn hung up on someone like him? They are the first to express this out loud, deriding the man's method of mourning. It seems he's lost his mind, after all, so aren't their feelings justified? Anyway, it wouldn't be the first or last person who Yohan gets in a fight with during this week of turmoil. Physically or otherwise.

#ooc #cm:breaking #cw physical abuse #YES i am making a new one ok dont come for me #also if something in the timeline catches your eye feel free to reach out too

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gautierprotectionsquad · 2 years ago

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My main problem with SOJ is that it fundamentally misunderstands what Ace Attorney is about. It's like they looked at the previous games and saw that Phoenix was an underdog so they created a ridiculous, impossible situation that would make him an underdog ie throwing him into a country where everyone hates defense attorneys.

Except that's not what Ace Attorney is about. It's also commentary on real life court proceedings. It has something to say about the justice system and police and how prosecutors and defense attorneys should be.

But SOJ isn't based on any real court system. No court runs itself the way Khura'inese courts do. It even kinda frames the Japalifornia court system as ideal compared to the Khura'inese justice system which ignores that we spent 6 games (aa trilogy, apollo justice, investigations 1+2) critiquing the Japalifornia court and justice system. Many people have brought up the colonialist narrative in this game and that just adds to it.

People have also already brought up how Ace Attorney games suffer from abandoning the connective narrative the previous AA games have by trying to make aa5 and 6 more welcoming to new players who didn't play the previous games.

If Ace Attorney wanted to create a game that didn't connect to the overarching story of Ace Attorney and introduce new players to these games, instead of ignoring what was set up in previous games while still using the same cast if characters, they could have had a game take place at Themis Academy. You can have a brand new cast of characters and/or let the player make their own. They could choose the prosecutor or defense attorney route and even play multiplayer.

AA6 also does too much by having the narrative go back and forth between 2 countries in order to have 3 main characters. AA5 and 6 simply did not want a main character, trying to make Athena, Apollo, and Phoenix ALL the main character instead of having a game focused and centered around just 1 of them. That's part of why calling it the Apollo Justice Trilogy is so insulting. Not only do aa5 and 6 not connect to aa4 but Apollo Justice had to share the main character role with 2 other people.

AA5 couldn't focus on Apollo and his friends at the space station and the loss of his best friend because it also shoved in the introduction of a new character. We had to quickly get to know her backstory, her connection to all the main characters, and all about her mother and best friend and connection with the prosecutor and then it also added in Phoenix getting back into the courtroom for the first time and facing Edgeworth again.

Then AA6 has the audacity to have a Gramarye focused case without acknowledging that Apollo is also a Gramarye. And we can't just focus on Apollo's over complicated connection to this new country, the country has to relate back to Kurain so it has something to do with Phoenix! Remember Kurain and the Feys! Let's remind you of a complicated family legacy we handled really well to emphasize how little attention we're giving to Trucy. And don't forget, we also have Athena and Simon so let's add in a case that focuses on them, too. It's too much. It wants to do so much and does little of it well.

#ace attorney #spirit of justice #aa soj #romanticsap #SOJ hate

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jamasauruos-blog · 2 years ago

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Story time. How my Ed started.

Since this is kinda like a diary for me. I’m gonna post about how my Ed started.

I was roughly about 9 maybe… idk my childhood was quite the blur. I was living w my mom at the time in hartwell ga. She had a few boyfriends since my dad had been gone. This one tho was violent n drunk n controlling. He may have done other drugs too. I vaguely remember seeing lil plastic bags w twist ties on their bedroom floor. At the time I was too young to know what it really was.

Back then my mom could hold down a job. But one night he had gotten mad n when my mom came out of the bedroom the next morning, her face was bruised. A black eye n a busted lip to match. She had tried to use make up to “even out” the black eye but it didn’t really work.

He hated that she was so nice to ppl at her work (I think she worked at a Murphy gas station). She was the kind of southern woman who called everyone “honey, sweat heart, darling ,ect”. N that was everyone. No matter if you were a young man or an old granny. But couldn’t stand it. He would actually sit at her job n watch her.

I think that’s one of the things that lead to the fight that night. Bc she didn’t go to work. He had gotten what he wanted; she quit her job out of embarrassment. She didn’t want ppl to see her. After this is when shit got bad.

Since my mom wasn’t working, he needed to find work. He found a job at a rock quarry n the bonus part was they had a house that could be rent free all we’d have to do is pay electric n water. Sounds awesome right!!! That is until i saw the house. The first impression I got was disturbing. There was no front door so a dog had made that his shelter. He slept on a mattress in the entrance. When he came out of the house he was sick looking. His skin was red in splotches covered in scabs. My mom said he had a skin disease called mange.

I thought to my self “gross this is gonna be my home?”. Me n my sisters refer to the house as the cement house bc that’s what the house was made of. Looking back this place was so gross. The floors were solid stone like the floors you’d see in sams. All the walls were made of cement blocks. It was a cold home. I distinctly remember there was no “normal shower”. The tub was gross. When you tried to run the water discolored mess would come up from the drain. But we made it work like always. We got one of those storage containers n stood in that for the tub. N as for the water (cause I don’t think there was a shower head just to spout) uuuuugh well we used a water hose. If you were the lucky one you got your shower first. Bc in the beginning there was 5 seconds of warmth. The water that was sitting in the hose all day was so warm. But the cold water soon snapped you back to reality.

I hated showers. I would try to do just my hair bc I didn’t want to be shivering all over. O wash my body while cupping water in my hands. I think one day my mom got a lil frustrated w me n she took control. This time it wasn’t slow n easy. Her way was to rip it off like a band aid. I hated her bc now I was shaking but relieved that it was over.

In that house is where to bad stuff started. One night while me n my two sisters were sleeping he came in n dragged me out on a blanket, half asleep. When we got to his destination, he started his work. He told me I was beautiful n that if I had sex w him then he would give me anything I wanted. He begged n pleaded while running his hands over my body. I was in shock like what did I even do. Then he proceeded. When he touched me w his “thing”, I jumped up. Thinking time was over. I needed to get away from him.

There were other times past that but I won’t get into details. I didn’t know what to do. Should I tell me mom? Or should keep it a secret? I didn’t know where we would live. In my mind it was this situation or be homeless. So I decided to keep it a secret.

Fast forward a few years n I still hadn’t talked to anyone about it. A friend here n there but not anyone who knew how to help me. My anxiety continued to grow. I became fearful of men. What were they thinking? Did they look at me in a sexual way? Were they secretly planning something? Going to the store was different now. Waiting in doctors office was nerve wracking. Teachers, uncles, n so much more were scary. I soon thought well they must be looking at my butt o boobs but if I lost them then I would be safer. I wanted to look stick thin. I wanted no more curves. Soon this ideal body was my new idea of beauty.

N that’s how the Ed started. Now when I relapse it’s not bc I’m scared of the men. Its more I need that figure. Bc that is what beauty really is.

For anyone who made it till the end comment your experience. Why did your Ed start?

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enolabar · 24 days ago

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Las Vegas Pride 2025: Iconic Welcome Sign Lit in Rainbow Colors

Las Vegas Pride 2025 has transformed one of the city’s most recognizable landmarks into a beacon of inclusivity. Throughout June 2025, the famous “Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas” sign near Harry Reid International Airport shines in every hue of the Pride rainbow, greeting locals and visitors alike with a message of acceptance. A special lighting ceremony on June 10, attended by County Commissioner Justin Jones and leaders from the LGBTQ Center of Southern Nevada, marked the official kickoff to this vibrant month of events. Illuminating a Landmark for Pride: Las Vegas Pride 2025 Sign Lighting When and Where Is the Sign Lit in Rainbow Colors? The iconic sign begins its nightly rainbow display at dusk each day from June 1 through June 30, 2025. Located just south of the Strip, off Las Vegas Boulevard adjacent to the airport, this free installation invites passersby to pause and reflect on the progress of the LGBTQ+ community. Who Sponsored the Rainbow Lighting for Las Vegas Pride 2025? The rainbow illumination is a collaborative effort between the Clark County Commission, led by Commissioner Justin Jones, and the LGBTQ Center of Southern Nevada. Local businesses, including hospitality partners like MGM Resorts and Caesars Entertainment, provided logistical and financial support for the light fixtures and programming of Las Vegas Pride 2025. What Does the Rainbow Illumination Symbolize for Las Vegas Pride 2025? Each band of color in the Las Vegas Pride 2025 display represents aspects of community and identity: Red: Life and vitality Orange: Healing and wellness Yellow: Sunlight and energy Green: Nature and growth Blue: Harmony and serenity Violet: Spirit and pride This spectrum embodies the core message of Las Vegas Pride 2025: that everyone—regardless of orientation or background—has a place under the neon lights of our city. Attend Las Vegas Pride 2025 Events What Are the Dates for Las Vegas Pride 2025? Las Vegas Pride 2025 Week officially runs from June 7 through June 14, 2025, with ancillary film screenings, art exhibits, and pop-up parties continuing through the end of the month. How Do I Attend the Official Las Vegas Pride 2025 Parade and Block Parties? The centerpiece Las Vegas Pride 2025 parade rolls down Las Vegas Boulevard on Saturday, June 14, starting at 9:00 AM. Admission to view the parade is free; seating along the route is first-come, first-served. Block parties on Fremont Street and at Symphony Park require RSVP tickets, which can be reserved through the official Las Vegas Pride website. Is Visiting the Las Vegas Pride 2025 Sign Free? Are There Guided Tours? Yes—stopping by the rainbow-lit sign is completely free, and no reservation is required. For those seeking more context, the LGBTQ Center of Southern Nevada offers hourly guided walking tours each Saturday in June, departing from the Community Center on Imperial Avenue. The Pride Parade Route & Logistics for Las Vegas Pride 2025 Route: The parade begins at Sahara Avenue & Las Vegas Boulevard, proceeding south past the Luxor and finishing near Mandalay Bay. Time: Participants should arrive by 8:00 AM for line-up; spectators by 9:00 AM for the start of Las Vegas Pride 2025 events. Accessibility: Wheelchair-accessible viewing platforms are available at designated cross streets—see the full map on the Pride website. Safety: Bag checks, water stations, and first-aid tents will be stationed every quarter-mile. Why Is Pride Month in June? Context for Las Vegas Pride 2025 Is Pride Month Always in June? Why June—and Not July or October? Pride Month commemorates the Stonewall Uprising of June 1969 in New York City, a watershed moment in the modern LGBTQ+ rights movement. While some localities observe Pride in July or October to align with regional histories, globally June remains the standard—and thus Las Vegas Pride 2025 joins communities worldwide in celebrating during June. Did Google Remove Pride Month? Google continues to celebrate Pride with themed doodles and interface accents in June.

The rumor of removal stems from staggered rollout in certain regions, but there has been no global discontinuation of Google’s Pride acknowledgments. Global Pride Spotlight & WorldPride Details While Las Vegas Pride 2025 shines locally, WorldPride unites international communities under one banner. Here’s what you need to know: Where Will WorldPride Be in 2025? Madrid, Spain, will host WorldPride 2025 from June 25 to July 4, featuring concerts, marches, and human rights forums. Who Is Headlining WorldPride 2025? International pop icon Dua Lipa headlines the Grand Parade Gala, alongside local Spanish acts. What Is the Theme of WorldPride 2025? “Love Unites All: Together for Equality.” Where Is the WorldPride 2025 Address? Main events center around the Puerta del Sol in central Madrid. How Many People Are Expected? Over 2 million attendees across all events. Where Is WorldPride 2026? Hong Kong has been selected for WorldPride 2026, marking the first time it will be held in Asia. Who Runs WorldPride? WorldPride is coordinated by InterPride, a global network of LGBTQ+ Pride organizers. History & Origins of Pride Who Started Pride and Where? The modern Pride movement traces back to Marsha P. Johnson, Sylvia Rivera, and other activists at the Stonewall Inn protests in New York City, June 1969. Their activism led to the first Pride marches a year later and inspired Las Vegas Pride 2025’s inclusive ethos. Who Started LGBT History Month? Rodney Wilson, a college professor in Missouri, launched LGBT History Month in the United States in October 1994 to educate communities about LGBTQ+ contributions and struggles. What Is Pride Day About? Pride Day, observed on various dates worldwide, honors the Stonewall uprising and other pivotal events. It’s a time for visibility, protest, celebration, and community building. Pride Month Themes & Looking Ahead to Las Vegas Pride 2026 What Is the Theme for Pride Month 2025? Globally, the 2025 Pride Month theme is “Brighter Together,” emphasizing collective action for equality. In Las Vegas, our localized theme—“Neon Equality”—plays on the city’s signature lights to highlight that Pride shines brightest when it includes everyone. What Is the Theme for Las Vegas Pride 2026? Las Vegas Pride 2026 will adopt “Voices Across the Strip,” building on WorldPride 2026’s theme of transcontinental solidarity. Glossary of Pride Terms & Symbols To help newcomers and veterans alike, here are quick definitions of key terms and flag variations referenced in this post: Term Definition LGBTQIA+ Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, Queer/Questioning, Intersex, Asexual, and the plus represents other identities. Silver Pride A lesser-known variation using silver stripes to represent wisdom and resilience, often used in senior LGBTQ+ circles. Golden Pride Uses gold/yellow accents to celebrate contributions of LGBTQ+ elders and pioneers. Purple Pride Highlights spirit and artistic expression; seen at many Pride parties and purple-themed fundraisers. Knight Pride Originating in medieval-themed LGBTQ+ gatherings, incorporating chivalric imagery to reclaim protection and honor. DBS Pride A community event run by DBS (Diversity Business Solutions) focusing on corporate LGBTQ+ inclusion. Demiboy A gender identity where someone feels partially—but not wholly—male. White Knight (slang) Online slang for someone who defends others; also used in social contexts. Why Is Everyone Wearing Purple Today in 2025? June 11, 2025, is Spirit Day, an annual LGBTQ+ awareness day where purple symbolizes support against bullying and youth suicide. How to Get Involved & Internal Resources Volunteer or Donate: Support organizations like the LGBTQ Center of Southern Nevada or the Human Rights Campaign. Share Your Story: Tag your posts with #NeonEquality, @LasVegasPride, and check our news page on Enola for community highlights. Encourage Local Business Participation: Ask hotels, restaurants, and shops to display Pride flags and host inclusive events.

Attend Community Panels: Workshops on LGBTQ+ health, history, and advocacy run all month—see the schedule on the Las Vegas Pride website. Conclusion: Celebrating Las Vegas Pride 2025 As the “Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas” sign continues to glow in rainbow hues each night, it stands as both a celebration of progress and a call to action. From the local parade route along the Strip to global stages like WorldPride, Pride 2025 reminds us that visibility, unity, and education are the cornerstones of equality. Wherever you are—whether stopping by the sign or following Las Vegas Pride 2025 events online—reflect on how far we’ve come, celebrate how bright we can shine together, and recommit to building a more inclusive future. For detailed event schedules, parade maps, and ticket information, visit the Las Vegas Pride website.

#LGBTQ #Community #EnolaGr #equality #inclusivity #Las Vegas #LasVegasPride #LoveIsLove #Pride #Pride2025 #PrideMonth #RainbowSign #Visibility #WelcomeToFabulousLasVegas

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parzival911 · 29 days ago

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To Bee or Not to Bee... or Wasp It Seems

Recommended Tea: English Breakfast (we are at "an empty, sleep country station" you know)

Time to embark on one of my favorites in the Chronicles of Narnia, Prince Caspian 🙂 I'll be covering Chapters 1-2 tonight.

This is the second time I've intended to start this post; that it would occur now unequivocally encapsulates irony. The Pevensie children are "on their way back to school" (317), whereas for me the summer term's only a few hours old. Two full weeks till I embark on an epic voyage of my own 😀

It's also fitting: I'd be remiss if I didn't divulge the context of this post; I beg your patience as I indulge in one of my favorite flights of fancy, namely time travel.

The Recent Past: April 29

This date holds historical significance regrettably for America; for me personally, it's the day my grandfather died. We never met, but my parents assured me I would've connected with him since we're very much alike (beyond sharing the same birthday).

Five weeks ago, I ventured on an errand; coming back, I got stung by a wasp that entered my home. That weekend (May 3), I curled up on the couch to crack Caspian open. I reached the end of the first page and read, "Suddenly Lucy gave a sharp little cry, like someone who has been stung by a wasp" (317).

Last Night

Ready to prepare and publish a post, I toyed with this one, but instead said to myself, "I should do Dante; I've got the next one all but good to go." No sooner had I finished that thought, I walked in here to find... a wasp flying around. As my belief in synchronicities and omens grows, kinda hard not to draw meaning from it. (What exactly I have at most theories right now.*)

Chapter 2 - Treasured Past, Cherished Present

Venturing inland from the beach, the Pevensies discover the remains of an abandoned castle and palace. Lewis lays out the bond between brother and sister (Peter/Lucy).

"'It gives me a queer feeling,' said Lucy. 'Does it, Lu?' said Peter... 'Because it does the same to me. It is the queerest thing that has happened this queer day. I wonder where we are and what it all means?'" (322)

I couldn't concur more. (I wonder why...)

Once more, Lewis joins light (Lucy) and intuitive leadership (Peter; they help their siblings see the truth of their return to their royal realm. Peter poses the question, "Have none of you guessed where we are?" with a helpful assist by his sister (coaxing "Go on, go on" regarding the "wonderful mystery hanging over this place," 324).

The Magic of Narnia

Proceeding to the Treasure Room, the Pevensies procure their past presents from Father Christmas. Lewis lays out how Narnia acts on our protagonists in profound fashion.

Susan - The elder sister hasn't been back that long, but she has a Freudian slip referring to "that other place -- England, I mean." (327) She's becoming less the teenage girl (concerned with her looks) and more the regal Queen reclaiming her rightful place. In case it slipped your notice, Lewis alludes to "some magic in the air" leaving her bow "still in working order." (328)

Peter - Twofold effect: (1) preserving his sword Rhindon from rust, even after a thousand years and (2) "a new tone in his voice," with no doubt for his siblings (or us) "he was really Peter the High King again." (328)

Coming Next: everyone's favorite forlorn Florentine...

Anticipating what wonders my summer vacation holds, Parzival

* One involves the fact I've found the same song, not always but often enough in the same segment.

#gratitude #mindfulness #nerd alert #dreams #narnia #chronicles of narnia #lucy pevensie #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #omen #good omens #good old days #childhood favorite #childhood nostalgia #childhood memories #childhood

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aedandrakeheart · 6 months ago

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Punished By Fae

I had been out on a camping trip with my friends. Far enough to require tents and the like, but not so far we coudn't drive to a gas station (My buddy who had organized the whole affair was uncomfortable shitting in the woods). Not even 5 minutes after we arrive, snow starts falling. So, to keep everyone warm while we set up, a dug a pit about a foot deep and a few feet wide, and began building a fire. Appreciater of Prometheus as I am, starting a fire in the cold and snow was the easiest thing I would do all weekend. Pine needles for tinder, set under twigs, set under branches, set under fallen logs. After the first member of the group went to bed, I fed the fire no more, letting it burn down in it's own time and see everyone to bed. When morning came, all I needed to do was turn the coals over and throw more wood on top. That fire breathed to life once more.

I fancied myself something akin to a survivalist. And I think that's where I made a mistake. You see, one of the girls in the camp decided, in broad daylight, to walk out into the woods entirely nude. I waited a sensible few minutes, and then made a point to follow her.

I walked off in the direction I had last seen her walking in, and proceeded to amble my way about, enjoying the sunlight and the woods. I never found her. Disappointing, but not unexpected.... Now, this next bit is hard to explain in a meaningful way, but I will do my best. If the direction I had walked in was north, then I thought I had proceeded to walk east for a great deal of time, much longer than I had walked in any other direction in the forest. Then, at a random moment made by the determination that perhaps I should return to camp, I began walking the way I had come (West, such as we shall call it). This is where my trouble began. I walked, and walked, and walked, and did not find camp. And then something strange happened. I began crying. I was worried, yes, scared, a little... But I hadn't even been gone for half a day, a couple hours at most. What reason had I to worry? Nonetheless, tears streamed down my face, and a primal, lizard-brain fear of being lost in the woods overcame my senses. I do not know how much further I walked with my face wet and my heart about to explode, but all of that stopped as soon as I found a proper trail with a sign indicating the way back out.

If the man I saw was at all surprised about a gangly-20 something coming out of the woods with a black sword in hand, he didn't make it obvious. I asked him for directions back to the gas station, and he obliged quite amiably, confirming the signs had been correct. I then walked back down the dusty roads, out onto the frontage, and called my friends with my cell phone. I was picked up, and driven the all of 25 yards back to the campsite. My friends, sun-burned and blistered from having attempted to search for me, said I have been gone for more than two hours, that the girl I had chased after had come back to camp almost as soon as I had left, and wondered how I hadn't seen them on my way back out to the frontage road, posted up as they were.

I made my apologies, offered to help pay for any medical ointments or the like they needed, and tried my best to explain my story. They laughed or scolded, largely based on how bad their burns or how big their blisters. And I felt appropriately bad that they had made such an effort to find me, without proper protection...

I don't think they would have believed me if I told them what I thought. That I had wandered into the woods to chase after a naked lady, and The Fae took offense to that, so instead of finding the woman I saught, I was turned about, confused, and shown elsewhere... For you see, when I made the turn around to start heading back to camp, if I had walked another 30 feet, I would have seen camp. To this day, the path I walked does not make sense to me. But I know, for as long as I may live, I'll ask permission, before I go chasing women in the woods again.

#a gentleman speaks

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kremblor · 6 months ago

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There was this post I saw a bit ago about Janeways logs and the Admirality reading them and the WTF they probably went through with it. I made a joke about Caretaker and how they probably got some of the (i.e. before the wave) but then get hit with the rest like WAIT WHAT but now like

Look, all the shows went through it. We joke the Picard-Sisko-Janeway difference because she is more like Archer and Kirk. Five year mission -more like 7- with lack of constant comms. So all hers got dumped at once, these poor Admirals probably had to turn to the few Admirals who still remember those days like "Please sir handle these"

I mean, Picards first report came in all "I went to retrieve my new officers but this god like being decided to put humanity on trial, then we save some jellyfish space aliens from the outpost - do not recommend our support of them btw - and retrieved my new officers. They all served admirably during this mission. Oh right, the other thing being called himself Q and apparently we are still on trial. I presume that means Starfleet will be seeing more of him" (spoilers it means Picard will be).

Sisko first report in is all "While this isn't the assignment I would normally be eager to engage in, my first few days in station went rather ... unexpectedly. I was greeted by Captain Picard - I did not punch him out for his role in Wolf 359. I meet the former ..." long pause as he finds the most diplomatic way to introduce Dukat "Gul Dukat - I should punch him. And I have meet not only the inhabitants of the station but those Bajor has assigned here, including my first officer and liason officer Kira Nerys - I believe she will be a great assest to myself and this station. The rest of my Starfleet staff arrived only for us to need to figure out a situation with the station, a wormhole, and the Kai. In conclusion, I'm now a religious symbol for the Bajoran people and have begun reconciliation with Picard - apparently wormhole therapy is helpful?"

Starfleet just reading these events like ???? It's day 1. Only for the next records barely a week later - or really even couple weeks sometimes, those stardates vary from days to weeks to months apart - (but you know they get updates regularly, they take these events in AS they are occurring, they process WITH IT) to be Picard "we picked up an old virus from Kirk's time, everyone was basically drunk and nearly blew up the ship ... including the CMO teenage son" Sisko "I had to handle a diplomatic situation in which Kira Nersy went to the admiralty to override me, the Cardassians kept threatening treaty violations, and Klingons got involved?" Long pause "I think our station tailor used to be a spy"

Starfleet just there like "these two had adventures" (mind you they are getting Cerritos reports and other ship reports casually during all this like once the shows ACTUALLY overlap properly it's HILARIOUS to consider)

But Voyagers? That all you dumped at once. Those poor Admirals opening the Voyager files like "so we got yanked to the DQ, the ship was so critical and crew casualty report still being gathered - I lost my doctor and chief engineer and pilot within seconds. Got to engineering to help prevent a core breech when we all got abducted by an alien, by the time we returned to the ship Harry Kim decided to be special and stay abducted. So we had to go on a rescue mission. Which lead to the Ocampa (see files 72-197) and the Kazon (see files 64a through 78b), which lead to the destruction of the array (see files 1 through 20c)." Then jump immediately into "Apparently, I sent a distress call which I then followed which got myself trapped in singularity where I proceeded to send a distress call which would proceed to get PAST me trapped again and I would... meanwhile during this temporal shenanigans of reducing MY OWN SHIP THAT I GOT STUCK SOMEHOW .... I had one officer hit another, prove their worth, and get the chief engineer position. B'Elanna Torres will prove you right Professor Chapman." This being immediately followed by ANOTHER temporal event (Time and Again).

Those Admirals were probably just like so terrified. Imagine the reports mixed in with these that are the maintenance and fixing and resources etc etc updates just casual "without a space dock getting Voyager back up and running is taking longer but we did fine *insert resource* on some asteroids and quickly repaired some of the hull plating while we headed towards the next star system for some food items. Luckily, we were able to maintain warp as Torres came up with a unique way to temporarily remove the hull plating and utilize Neelix's ship as spare parts for coverage to ensure we could continue to travel"

Admiral 1: "did .... did they jerryrig unsanctioned alien technology to Starfleet vessels within mere days of being lost?"

Admiral 2 (looking at am Equinox report): "Want to trade reports? Ransom is a year in in and still hasn't allowed engineering modifications from his Chief Engineer"

Admiral 3: "your only on his second year?" Both Admirals look at him confused "uh ... you may want to just, they hit the Krowtonan Guard during year 2" is actively marking information on a different PADD as he is speaking.

Admiral 2: "uh .... what are you noting? Aren't you in charge of like diplomatic relations. You can't exactly send someone to any of these people."

Admiral 3 blank faced: "They decimated a Starfleet ship, and destroyed half her crew rather than grant safe passage to a lost vessel with no ill intent .... my diplomatic solution is within these notes."

Translation "once we can reach them Starfleet greets them"

#star trek #i love the Admirals being terrified but also like taking notes for what to do with some of the groups #the Devor is in that category of one we can reach them Starfleet greets them people #the Admirals have a whole list of who can get a nice rep #and who gets like a whole Starfleet fleet arrive at their doorstep #meanwhile on some ancient white board is the running tally of things Janeway face #the borg timetravel etc are competing for her biggest enemy #they probably did similar with other captains but was more running bets

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trashyocstash · 8 months ago

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chapter 2, which really showcases lily's character growth

chapter 1

The trio of Mickey, Goofy and Lily continued to search around the bunker. They saw some of the stolen weather station equipment laying around, and Mickey made a mental note for them to retrieve them after they defeated the villain.

As they searched the place, a few henchmen walked in the room and one of them, a particularly tall and muscular one, picked Lily up.

“Hey! Wait! What are you doing?” She protested.

“We're taking you to the boss,” The henchman replied with a grunt.

“Oh no you don't!” Mickey yelled and made his way over to the henchman, with Goofy following him. But their efforts were thwarted by the other henchmen holding them back.

Mickey and Goofy were forced to watch helplessly as Lily was taken away, disappearing into another room as she struggled to get out from the henchman's grasp.

The other henchmen followed and quickly shut the door behind them. Mickey tried to open it, before noting the number pad on the side.

“How are we going to figure the password out?” He lamented.

“Don't worry Mick, we'll find a way open,” Goofy assured him.

“I hope you're right..”

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Lily was taken into a small room, where a man who was a dog like her was smiling, “It's so good to finally have you here. I..am Hurricane, a new up and coming villain.”

She paused, “Finally? What do you mean?”

His smile changed into a wicked smirk, “You, my dear, are going to be my bride.”

“Your bride?” She was taken aback hearing that, “I'm already in a loving relationship with Phantom Blot.”

“Yeah I know, but see…if I take you from the most feared and dangerous villain around, everyone will be forced to respect me. Besides…you are gorgeous, a stunning woman that puts even the most beautiful portraits to shame.”

Lily stepped back, “I'm not abandoning the man I love.”

Hurricane laughed wickedly, “You don't have a choice.”

She gasped, he wanted to take her away from those she loved, and she couldn't allow that. Lily knew that she had to do something.

Until then, she hoped Mickey and Goofy were alright and knew they were trying to find a way to her.

—----------

The two had made their way to another room, one that wasn't locked. Inside were different inventions, made with the aid of some of the stolen weather equipment.

“What exactly is the villain planning?” Mickey wondered aloud.

Waiting to figure out what the inventions did, Goofy activated one of them, releasing a powerful gust of wind, knocking him and Mickey back against the wall.

The mouse shot Goofy an annoyed glare, “Goofy! You can't just mess with tech you don't understand!”

“Sorry Mick,” Goofy frowned, “Although..what do you reckon the crook plans with this?”

Mickey thought about it, the winds were incredibly strong, and were throwing things in the room around, it was also hard to move. He and Goofy were practically pinned to the wall.

Winds that strong reminded him of…tornadoes. That's when it clicked.

“Natural disasters…is that what the thief is planning?”

Goofy gulped, “I hope not!”

“We have to stop that machine, stop the villain and save Lily!” Mickey declared.

They proceeded to grab onto the other inventions flying around, slowly but surely, until they made their way to the tornado machine and Goofy pressed the off button.

The duo, alongside the other inventions, landed on the floor with a thud.

Mickey and Goofy quickly got up and ran back to the room with the number pad door. This time, they were going to break it down.

Goofy eyed a barometer still laying in the room, “What about that?”

“It's pretty big…but it should work..” Mickey agreed.

They picked it up and charged at the door with it, flipping the door around and causing Mickey and Goofy to hit the henchmen before they fell to the floor.

The henchmen glared down at them as the two gave nervous grins.

One of the henchmen snarled, “You're not getting the blonde.”

Mickey and Goofy were grabbed and tied up in chairs, protesting all the while.

“You won't get away with this! I know what you're planning!” Mickey yelled.

“Oh so you've seen the boss’ inventions huh?” The same henchman snickered, “Well, we are going to get away with it, and the boss has a wedding planned we need to attend. See ya there pipsqueak!”

The henchmen left, leaving Mickey and Goofy on their own, unable to move.

Goofy frowned, feeling himself filled with worry, for the innocent people those inventions would target, and poor Lily.

Mickey noticed his upset face, “Don't worry, no matter what happens, we'll stop him. You'll see.”

The dog smiled a little, hoping Mickey was right.

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Hurricane sat Lily down as she frowned, looking nervous.

“What..exactly are you planning?”

“I'm glad you asked! You see…I'm going to make natural disasters: hurricanes, tsunamis, earthquakes, tornadoes, landslides, you name it! When I do, my name will be cemented in the history of villainy, everyone will be forced to know my name and respect me.”

Lily gasped, “You…you can't! You'll kill innocent people!”

Hurricane laughed, “That's the point! Now, we have to start on wedding preparations.”

She stood up, not wanting to be around him and marry him, but he grabbed her wrist, “You can't go! We need to pick your wedding dress, the cake and oh yes! Flowers!”

Lily had already dealt with one toxic man in her life, she refused to put up with another, “I am not marrying you! I have-”

Unfortunately, Hurricane simply ignored and interrupted her, “What about a mermaid gown? Or a ballroom style one?”

Hearing that, in her frustration, she tried to escape his grasp, but his grip was too tight.

He chuckled, “I can't have you escaping my dear, here,” Hurricane picked her up and brought her to his room, “You will stay in here as I get my inventions out.”

Hurricane left, locking the door behind him.

Lily tried to open the door, to no avail. But she knew that even if she did, he'd lock her right back up, perhaps even tie her up to prevent her from escaping.

Her mind flashed with images of her family: Painting with Phantom Blot, them modeling for each other, movie nights with everyone together, helping Phantom Brat with her homework, buying everyone cute little trinkets and souvenirs, teaching Fragmuffin her family’s pancake recipe, learning how to dance from Blot for those fancy rich people parties…she could go on.

Lily loved them all so dearly, she refused to be separated from any of them. She was also a mother to Phantom Brat, the puppy was her little girl now, her daughter, and she was devoted to her. The thought of being taken from her tore her up inside.

Then there was Mrs. Fragmuffin, the elderly housekeeper who had proved a dear friend. With her age came wisdom, and she was great at giving advice and support, and she had a great sense of humor. Lily wanted to stay her friend.

And Phantom Blot was the man she loved, the man who adored her, who loved her as she was, who still viewed her as his queen. Their relationship was dear to her, she could not let another man tear them apart.

She also worried about Mickey and Goofy, she thought they'd be here by now. Where were they? Had Hurricane tied them up somewhere?

Then, she remembered she still had her phone. Lily pulled it out from her shorts pocket and decided to text Phantom Blot, letting him know where she was.

I need help, another villain named Hurricane has me and wants to marry me. His hideout is in the meadow on the outskirts of Dogbone City, there's a hidden door, Goofy opened it so you should be able to find it.

Taking a breath of relief, Lily sent the text.

Just then, the door opened back up, it was Hurricane again.

“Oh no no no, we can't have you talking to anyone!”

He snatched the phone from her hands, “I'll be taking this, thank you very much.”

“Well…you're too late. I already told Phantom Blot where I am,” Lily informed him.

Hurricane growled, making her shudder, “I will deal with him when he gets here. We'll see who will be allowed to have you.”

Lily gulped, she hated the way Hurricane was treating her, as if she wasn't anything more than a prize, a trophy. His behaviour mimicked Cody in some aspects too, such as his dismissive attitude and trying to isolate her.

But she had gotten the courage to leave him, and she wasn't going to let Hurricane hurt her. Her text alone was an act of defiance against him, a way to protect herself.

For now, she anticipated Phantom Blot’s arrival…

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Phantom Blot had been sitting on one of the couches, watching some kids TV show with Phantom Brat, when he got Lily's text.

Reading it made him outraged, his Lily was in danger and some other villain wanted to take her from him, he was not going to allow that to happen.

Phantom Brat glanced at him and noted his angry expression and how he was clutching his phone tightly.

“Daddy? What's wrong?”

He looked back at her, “Mommy is in danger. A villain has her.”

Her eyes widened, “No!”

Blot stood up, “But don't worry, I'm going to save her.”

Brat got off the couch too, “Let me help!”

He gently patted her head, “It's much too dangerous for a puppy like you. I'll get her back, however.”

She nodded and frowned, “I don't want Mommy getting hurt..”

Blot leaned down and kissed her forehead, “She won't be, not on my watch. She's going to be alright.”

Then, he made his way to his and Lily's room and put on his black sheet ghost costume.

All the while, his mind raced with thoughts of protecting her, saving her from some other villain who had the audacity to try and marry her. Hurricane was about to learn a very hard lesson on why no one messes with him or Lily.

When he headed downstairs and made his way to the door, Phantom Brat watched him.

“Beat up the bad guy Daddy!”

Phantom Blot chuckled, “Don't worry daughter, I'll be doing just that.”

#lily x phantom blot #my writing

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