#which maybe that's meant to be due to [you Did die; alarmingly] but it really does just seem like Mostly personality

[unproduciblesmackdown]

speaking of the horrors brian goosebumpsphantomoftheauditorium is still So funny for being like yeah i'm a ghost i know i'm a ghost. & he's befriended the horror fan menace duo who are giggling clutching each other like omg omg okay. we're fine. we're breaking into the school at night to investigate the horrors aaaa what if there's a ghost eek ok ok!!! & brian ghost who knows he's a ghost is like omg guys aaaa stopppp ;;m;; suffering thee Most but he's not putting on an act to conceal his phantomly destiny. he's just like that

[kaesaaurelia]

have you tried holding your breath?

For @whumptober2021 day 2: Talking Is Overrated (specifically "choking")

In space, no one can hear you swear at the automated system that's denying you entrance to a whole ship full of oxygen.

(Technically this is an AU of some GO fan characters, but it's sufficiently removed from the context that I'm gonna call it origfic. No angels, no demons, and also, alas, no oxygen.)

The goddamn escape pod had gone spinning off in the wrong direction from the force of the explosion, flinging her against the wall before she had secured herself. She didn't know how long she'd been out but it had been long enough that she was well out of reach of anything that looked like a friendly ship, but there was something big the sensors were picking up, the only thing made of metal that she'd be able to get to before she ran out of oxygen, and so, with one hand, she told the pod to beeline towards whatever that was, and with her other hand she felt around the back of her head for any bleeding. Her head didn't hurt, but that was probably due to the nanites, which were still in combat mode and suppressing pain so that she could act.

Her hand came away wet and red, so after double-checking the arrival time estimate and the oxygen content of the escape pod -- really very alarmingly similar numbers -- she felt around for the first aid kit and bandaged herself up.

She had to switch out of combat mode to preserve oxygen, unfortunately, which meant she had to try really, really hard to breathe slowly, because her whole body hurt like hell now, in ways she hadn't been used to since basic training. But she used some of the old-fashioned ingestible painkillers in the first aid kit, and then figured, what the hell, and took a dose of sleep medicine too. If she ran into any unexpected debris, or hostiles, it would eat up valuable breathing time, and she figured she might as well die in her sleep rather than totally panicked and trying to think her way out of the third indisputably fatal situation she'd been in today.

Her last thought, before falling asleep, was that she wondered if the general had known what she was sending her people into. This was not the time she'd been in one of these fucking escape pods, and she was beginning to wonder if her higher-ups considered her disposable.

She awoke to unpleasant sounds and even unpleasanter sensations: the lightheadedness of low oxygen and the forced shuddering wakefulness that the nanites imposed upon her when they perceived her life to be at risk. She rubbed her eyes and squinted out the window and saw the ship that would be her salvation, hopefully.

If she could get into it.

Fuck. How was she going to get into it? It wasn't a ship of any design she recognized -- maybe a good sign, since it meant she hadn't been up against anything like it in combat recently -- but also, how was she going to get in? The hull was pockmarked with the evidence of small impacts, suggesting its shields weren't functioning at all, and the way it was drifting did not seem to be due to any kind of propulsion. Four "wings" of light-collecting panels were folded up, though, which meant probably whoever had brought it out here had done that on purpose to preserve the solar panels from impacts, and there were a few little pink and yellow lights blinking on and off. Warnings? Invitations? "Remember where we parked" signals? It was anyone's guess.

The air was getting really fucking low, and the lights swam before her eyes.

She sent an experimental signal towards it, just to see if it was awake. It took a few seconds, but she got a ping back, and a few more lights stuttered on. So she sent it a request for shelter, and hoped whoever owned this ship was nice, or at the very least wasn't going to take her apart to see how she worked. She'd been there before.

She got a garbled response in characters that didn't resemble any language she knew, but she blinked, and when she opened her eyes again they had resolved into Latin characters. STATE NAME, ALLEGIANCE, REASON FOR REQUEST.

Aw, fuck. This wasn't gonna go well. She briefly considered lying, but it was hard to imagine what they wanted to hear when she didn't know anything about them and also her poor nanites were doing their damnedest to wring every bit of oxygen out of the air and failing.

She had to try. CAPTAIN VICTORIA HEWELL, SOL ALLIANCE, LOW ON OXYGEN, she responded.

The response came back immediately. REQUEST REJECTED.

Shit. Shit shit shit. She typed WHAT THE FUCK, WHY? and then deleted that and instead sent back a more professional query: REASON FOR REJECTION?

NON-RECOGNIZED: INNER SOL ALLIANCE.

It was some fucking automated system, she realized. It had instructions not to let the wrong people in while whoever was in charge was away, and whatever person was supposed to be reviewing the requests was dead or using the bathroom or had fucked off long ago, and she was extremely fucked. I NEED OXYGEN OR I WILL DIE, she explained. Some of these systems were smarter than others.

She waited for a long time -- well, three breaths, but that was a long time these days, given how little those breaths were sustaining her. HAVE YOU TRIED HOLDING YOUR BREATH? the automated system suggested helpfully.

A flash of rage seized her, and in a fit of gleeful hypoxic insanity she sent back GO FUCK YOURSELF YOU STUPID ROBOT I HOPE YOU CHOKE ON A MAGNET. She had just enough time to kind of regret sending that -- the automated system would undoubtedly fail to appreciate either her fury or the end of her life, and it probably wasn't even vulnerable to magnets, and if it was advanced enough to understand her it would probably be offended at being called a robot -- before she passed out again, the dwindling oxygen levels in her blood beyond the capabilities of her nanites' forced wakefulness to help with.

When she came to, gasping, she found herself in a dimly-lit hangar, her escape pod open to let indescribably sweet, fresh-smelling oxygen in. The message flashing on the escape pod screen said WELCOME ABOARD. PLEASE KEEP YOUR MAGNETS TO YOURSELF, ASSHOLE. Then there was a sort of jagged-edged character that looked like... a W, only moreso, maybe? Was it a glitch? A signature? Fuck if she knew. She undid her safety belt and floated free. She was going to have to be more diplomatic than she was good at if she wanted to get back to her life, but at least somebody onboard had a sense of humor.

[amintyworld]

fuck i didn't think this through i gotta get a new ao3 account for it before i can post it uh uh uh i am copy pasting the doc and praying

Ranboo Beloved was going to pass out.

It had been a VERY long evening at the gas station he worked at, and there were still another two hours left until he could go home. Groan. Taking the night shift truly was hell. He mumbled something about minimum wage groggily and grabbed a couple sodas to stuff in the fridge. As he stepped towards the back, he heard a sound from one of the aisles.

‘BANG!’

Ranboo jolted, then flipped around and ducked behind the aisle, dropping the sodas in his panic.

‘It's okay. I’m fine. I probably won’t die. Oh no what if I die. God, if I die, please look after Enderch-‘

“OI! BITCH! LITTLE HELP, HERE?”

He turned slowly into the area, making sure to grab a broom in case he needed self defense, only to see a boy, around his age, blond and covered head to toe in dirt, clutching an alarming amount of chips. “Grab a couple of these, would you.. What’s your name?”

“Oh! It’s.. um.. Ranboo!”

“Cool, now Ranboob, help me out with these crisps, would you?”

“That’s uh, not my name. Do you just want a cart?”

“NO! CARTS ARE FOR THE WEAK !! AND I AM A BIG MAN, I AM SIMPLY TOO POWERFUL FOR WEAK SHIT.”

“I- uh- yeah. Alright. Lemme just grab these and take em to the register..”

“No, Ranboob, you’re a fool. A fool and a coward and morally wrong. See, why would I buy them when I could do this magical little thing called stealing?”

“WHAT?? YOU CAN'T DO THAT,”

The kid (damn, Ranboo still needed to ask for his name) narrowed his eyes. “What, are you a pussy?”

“N- I’m not.. that, but I work here, so I can’t really let you steal.”

Realizing what this meant, the boy dropped the chips, but seemed to be sizing Ranboo up. He paused, then let out a sigh, reluctantly putting a few more back.

Ranboo took a look at the blonde. A real look, not just to be polite. He realized that his shirt was practically swallowing him whole, and his frame was alarmingly bony. Even his raggedy beanie looked too big on him. His blue eyes looked tired, like he hadn't slept in a week. Hmm. Ranboo relinquished the broom and stood up.

“What’s your name?” He asked, grabbing one of the chip packs back from the shelf.

“Tommy Careful Danger Kraken Detective Innit. But you can call me sir.

“What if I called you Tommy?”

“Hmm, tolerable.." the boy said with a half smile. He hopped off the ground where he was. "Alright, see you later, Boob Boy.”

“Boob- I. Okay. Alright-“

As he stuttered, the blonde (Tommy!) started to head out the front. As he passed the cash register, Ranboo hesitated.

“Wait!”

Tommy turned around to face him.

“Whatdayaneed?”

“Do you.. do you want a slushie? On the house?”

—————————

Ranboo Beloved wasn't doing too bad.

It had been a few weeks since that night. He had gotten a raise for ‘preventing’ a shoplifting (little did his manager know), and he’d found a friend in Tommy. He supposed it was his first real one, since toddlers who were related to him didn’t really count. Sorry, Micheal. Speaking of said friend, he was due for a visit. It was about the time of night that he normally dropped by for a free slushie and a fun conversation.

The bell rang from the door across from him. Right on time.

“Tommy! Hey! The usual?”

Tommy entered with grandeur, but seemed to be holding the soor for someone.

"Not yet, big man. I’ve got someone I want you to meet! Tubbo, c’mon, would you? We don’t have all night here,” he yelled, seemingly giving up on holding the door and walking to the register. He grabbed a bar stool to sit on.

As he said it, Ranboo saw someone poke their head out from the door. It seemed to be a kid a bit shorter than Tommy, with choppy bangs that covered his eyes and ears. He slid around the entrance and perched on the stool right before Tommy could sit down.

“You son of a bitch!” Tubbo gave him a shit eating grin in response. “Ranboo, the complete ass right here is Tubbo, he wouldn’t know good manners if they hit him in the face,”

“Says the one who tried to rob my store the first time we met,” Ranboo quipped, quirking an eyebrow up at the blonde.

Tommy shot him a glare, but he was holding back a smile as he replied, “Listen, you bastard, it’s not my fault you have a very robbable store,”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

“Exactly what I said, your store is simply weak and easily robbed by big strong men such as myself,”

“Right, which is why I caught you and you immediately gave up,”

“I… you know, you haven’t introduced yourself to Tubbo-“

Ranboo smirked, knowing that he had won. “Hi Tubbo, I’m Ranboo,” he greeted, holding out a hand for the kid to shake.

Tubbo tilted his head at the hand being held up, and promptly chomped down with surprisingly sharp teeth.

“HOLY SH- SHOOT, OW?! DUDE!” Ranboo exclaimed, jerking his now bleeding hand back behind the counter.

“Tubbo, c’mon man, I thought we went over this..” Tommy sighed, glancing at the unhinged boy in question with exasperation. He shrugged in response, seeming to be guilty, but made no move to apologize or help Ranboo grab bandages.

Tommy scratched the back of his neck, looking sheepish. “Soooo, uh, how’s about those slushies, Big R?”

Ranboo sighed. Maybe he should’ve just let Tommy shoplift.

After wrapping his hand up, he grabbed two cups and filled one with Tommy’s usual: half cherry, half coke. When he got to the second, he spun around. “Hey Tubbo, what flavor do you want?��’

Tubbo looked caught off guard at being addressed. “..Surprise me.”

Ranboo grinned. He grabbed the cup, and filled it with his personal favorite: alternating layers of strawberry and lemon-lime. Then he bent over the counter and grabbed the secret ingredient in any good slushie, the tiny umbrella. He gingerly placed it, then popped straws in both of the drinks.

When he slid them to the boys, Tommy squinted at Tubbo’s. “How come Tubbo gets an umbrella? You never gave me one..”

"You never asked!" Ranboo teased, but he still grabbed another and plopped it in the icy mixture, much to the blonde's delight.

They chatted about whatever came to mind, with Tubbo occasionally adding a few words. (He seemed especially interested in hacking and explosions. Concerning, but Ranboo wasn't about to question it.)

After about an hour of goofing off, Tommy and Tubbo decided to say their goodbyes. Ranboo threw their now empty cups into the trash behind him, and they stood up, tidying the area and fixing the barstools. Tommy was the first to speak.

"See you later, Boob Boy! I'd thank you for the slushies, but it's you who should be grateful that you've gotten to spend the evening in my presence,"

Ranboo rolled his eyes, glad that he could tell when Tommy was just being dramatic. He really was grateful under all the fanfare. Probably.

"Yeah yeah, sure. Now get out of here before I have to report a slushie theft. It was nice meeting you, Tubbo."

Tubbo smiled at him, a real smile that didn't make Ranboo scared he was about to be bitten again, and headed out the door with Tommy following behind.

As they left, Ranboo realized that he still had another hour of his shift, and he hadn't even started with the sweeping. Crap.

—————————

"Tubbo, seriously! You could have blown our whole cover!"

Tommy was practically running to keep up with the smaller boy. After an excessively boring bus ride and a mile long hike, they had finally entered the forest. Now, they could talk about things that actually mattered without being seen.

"C'mon bossman, it was funny. Plus, what's the Ranboo guy gonna do? If he's really like you said, then we'll be fine,"

"I know, but STILL! You can't just go around biting people. What if someone else had come in?"

"Alright, alright, I hear you. I'll be more careful next time. How much longer do you wanna keep up the act?"

Tommy let out a sigh. "Not much longer. I think this is it, I really do. Ranboo's a good person, he can help us,"

"If you're sure."

Tommy simply smiled, ever so slightly. He was sure. He hadn't been sure about a human in a very long time, not since.. him. Hopefully Ranboo would be better. No, he would definitely be better. Yeah. For sure.

He didn't have any longer to ponder, though, since they had arrived.

Tubbo glanced back at him. "You ready?"

"Yeah."

With that, the two of them launched off the mossy ground and into the air, with shimmery wings sprouting from their backs. Finally. It was time to go home.

"I do have to admit, though, he makes a pretty good slushie. I liked the lemon lime."

-

it's not the best but like i tried and ill probably do more for it, im excited for when wilbur shows up

AWWWE I love it!!!!

Poor Ranboo has no idea what’s coming kekw-

Also the lil Failed affectionate nip I-

🥺

[chibi-pix]

VLD AU - Dark Water

Another piece to the mermaid!Pidge AU, this one being mainly focused around Shiro.  At the end, there will be a picture, but it does not fully match up to the story; the two were started around the same time but put off; as the story showed things slightly different, the picture kept its original state and I didn’t want to alter either.  Anyway! Enjoy this 1600 word ficlet in the “keep reading” below.

“Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! I’m going down! Nav system is NOT working!”

“What’s your checkpoint, Shiro?!”

“Last check over AARC!”

Takashi “Shiro” Shirogane opened his eyes. Water was filling into his little plane at an alarmingly quick and steady pace. Crap. Not good at all. He went for the belt keeping him in place, working at it with his left hand. His right arm had been caught in part of his plane, the impact it made with the ocean crushing in the side and pinning him.

Shit. Even worse. If he could get the buckle undone, which he was almost too panicked to do, how could he get out? He had to try and find a way to free himself. But his arm was caught and he didn’t even think he could twitch his fingers.

Fuck.

And the plane had filled up completely, barely giving the pilot time to take a deep breath to try and prolong his survival. In his state, he felt he had about three minutes to get out of there before he needed to breathe again… or ultimately end up giving in and letting the dart, salty waters overtake him. He had to be quick.

He was both thankful and concerned that the light was still working in his plane, illuminating the area around him. This let him see the buckle, which he thankfully got undone in about half a minute since holding his breath, as well as his pinned arm. The worst part of being able to see, though, was what was around him. He could hear something that he could explain as a deep, sonance, melodic and ominous at the same time. Was it a creature? Was it just ambiance? No. Shiro couldn’t focus on that; he had to escape, even if his arm was starting to hurt further up.

Shiro was losing his battle. He was struggling to keep his breath held as he pushed past his three minute mark. The lights remained, but he could hardly notice them anymore. It was hard seeing in the water to begin with, the its natural salinity levels made it even harder… but his condition, everything was blurring further.

And then he saw movement. It startled him, but he managed to not give up on his breath holding competition with Fate. The movement seemed to circle him. Quick? No. Massive. It came around again and he saw them illuminated by the lights of his aircraft. Large, round eyes, clearly meant to see in the darkness of the ocean. But this thing… it wasn’t just his off perspective, right? His possible delirious state of being in pain and on the verge of dying in a watery grave? He didn’t know… but he could have sworn this thing that pulled its hands up around his plane was a giant mermaid.

He reached out with his good hand, mentally praying that this creature was real and perhaps sought to be merciful. But it couldn’t be, right? If it was real, logic said it could eat him. But it couldn’t be real… either way, he would die in the end.

-+-+-+-

“Over here!” came a very familiar call. He opened his eyes, seeing through the bleariness the best he could. “I found him! He’s still breathing!” the figure called. He could make out some defining features. Something was familiar about this person. “He’s badly hurt!”

He coughed. Did he survive? What happened? How did…

“Shiro? Shiro, it’s okay, I know it hurts.” The figure looked to him. Yes, this person was definitely someone he knew. “Just try to stay awake. They’re on their way. Just stay awake.”

-+-+-+-

Shiro woke up. He didn’t realize he passed out. He looked around to see himself in a hospital room of sorts. Looking to see a recognizable, framed image, he realized he was at AARC, Atlean Aquatic Research Center. It must have been the closest place to take him for… whatever. He then looked to his side, someone holding his left hand. Keith. A good friend. He was like a little brother to the pilot. Keith had appeared to have fallen asleep there.

Smiling softly, Shiro didn’t want to disturb him. He left his hand in place, letting Keith continue to hold onto it. He then tried to move his right hand, feeling for a button to let the doctor know he was up and would like assistance. Nothing. Not that there wasn’t a button, he didn’t know. He couldn’t feel anything.

Shiro dared to look over to his right. Bandaged up was his shoulder, the arm that was supposed to be connected to it was gone. He looked up when he heard the muffled sound of soft shoes hit tile floor before entering his room. An albino with a Mohawk and intricate, dark tattoos entered. He had been to AARC enough times to know this as Ulaz, the resident doctor. Sure, he was mainly on site for veterinary purposes, but he trained to work with humans, too.

“Hey.” Shiro rasped out, realizing his throat was dry.

“Glad to know you’re awake.” Ulaz said, going to a small fridge in the room and pulling out a pitcher of water. He poured it into a cup and put in a straw before taking it over for Shiro to sip on.

“Thanks.” Shiro said after a few long sips. “Oh, that’s nice.”

“How do you feel?” Ulaz inquired, setting the cup on the bedside table. He brought up a chair and sat down.

“Surprisingly fine, groggy. Hungry.” Shiro admitted. “Must be the pain killers.”

“We had you properly dosed; you’ve been in and out of consciousness for a few days now.” Ulaz explained. “Do you recall what happened?”

“I… I don’t know.” Shiro sighed. “My plane went down… hell if I knew why...”

“Indeed it did; thankfully what could be found was brought back so it could be combed over and see if there were any malfunctions.” Ulaz stated. “You were found not far from it. How you and your plane got to shore, well, hopefully the team can figure it out.” He showed the tablet in his hand, a design for a prosthetic on the screen. “We’re already looking into a new arm for you; due to the damage and time frame, we could not have your original arm reattached.”

Shiro smiled. “Looks like I’ll still get an arm. And months of rehabilitation.” he nodded. “Has… anyone contacted Adam?”

“He flew out the first day to help with the search; he’s in another building helping with the examination of your plane; he’s certain it has nothing to do with pilot error as some have questioned.” he informed. “Kolivan is leading the investigation. Surprisingly there isn’t much missing.”

“You mentioned my arm… it was...”

“Found in the wreckage.” Ulaz nodded. “Shiro, oddly enough, it was removed almost cleanly. And not in a way the wreck should have removed it.”

Shiro closed his eyes, thinking of the crash, his arm pinned. “My arm… it was… it was being crushed in the plane. I couldn’t pull it free.” He did his best to recall the facts. “But something… there was something there. In the water.” He opened his eyes again. “Maybe I was hallucinating. I was in pain… losing oxygen in my lungs… scared.”

“Something?” Ulaz questioned. “What do you think?”

“It was giant… face like a human but not… I can’t tell… even the lights in my ship couldn’t penetrate the darkness that much, right?” Shiro asked. “I had prayed, though, that whatever it was, it would show mercy… but… like I said, I could have been hallucinating.”

“You could have. Or there really was something out there looking out for you.” Ulaz stated. “There are a number of mysteries out there and the ocean is often the most mysterious.”

“So something could be out there?” Shiro asked.

“It’s probable.” Ulaz nodded.

“Nng...” Keith lifted his head. “Huh? Shiro?” He looked over. “Shiro, you’re awake.”

“So are you.” Shiro slipped his hand free and ruffled Keith’s hair. “Hey, buddy.”

“Hey.” Keith smiled. “How you feelin’?”

“Hungry.” Shiro admitted.

“I’ll go fetch some food.” Keith perked up, ready to help.

“Maybe we can walk together to get food. If the doc permits.” Shiro looked to Ulaz.

“Take it easy, you’re still a bit groggy from the meds, but your legs are fine and work.” Ulaz chuckled. “If you need to, use a wheel chair. Your arm should be ready in less than a week, then onto rehabilitation.”

“Hey, as long as I can fly again, one or two arms, I’m good.”

“You crashed and you still wanna fly? Adam’s gonna give you an earful.” Keith sighed, shaking his head. He got up and helped Shiro to his feet, the older man a bit wobbly at first, but soon able to hold his own. “You okay?”

“Just gotta take it slow and easy to start.” Shiro nodded. “But yeah, I’m fine.” He then walked out of the room, looking to see Lance seem to walk past. “Oh, Lance, good… afternoon?”

“Almost.” Lance confirmed. “Glad to see you feeling better and on your feet.” He then walked off.

“Well, he didn’t stay to chat long.” Shiro commented. “That’s odd.”

“Looks like he wants to get somewhere.” Keith admitted as he shrugged. “Anyway, let’s get you fed.” Shiro’s stomach audibly rumbled. “Yup, your stomach agrees.”

“Knowing him, probably to catch some waves.” Shiro chuckled, knowing Lance loved to surf. “My mind agrees with my stomach, food would be great.” He nodded and walked with Keith supporting him, Ulaz slowly moving behind them to keep an eye on the pilot.

Well! I hope you all enjoyed this one.  It was actually the first of the mermaid au stories to be written/started, but I didn’t finish it until last night; I almost forgot I had it started until I was going through unfinished doodles. 

Well! Until next time!

[janeykath318]

Jim/Reader: Stranded

Prompt# 13. I could kiss you right now (Kirk/reader,)

Being stranded on a desert planet was no picnic, especially with an injured captain and few rations. The away team had been scattered by a sudden attack by guerrilla fighters and ended up separated: Spock, Uhura, and and Hendorff had gone one way and you and Jim another when a blinding sandstorm had cropped up, causing you to completely lose track of the others. Jim, even in his wounded state was still all captain and kept up a steady stream of directions as you helped him limp away.

“Keep following this trail, I think this leads away from the populated region,"he said. "Kirk to Enterprise, do you read me?”

Only static answered him and he flipped his communicator shut with a sigh.

“This storm’s playing havoc with communications. I’ll have to wait until it dies down to try again. You okay? You shouldn’t have to haul me like this.”

“I’m okay, Captain,” you assured him. “We’re trained for this stuff pretty vigorously.”

You looked anxiously at the improvised bandage around his leg, where red could be seen seeping through.

“We need to get you somewhere where you can rest, sir. It’s bleeding again.”

“Yeah, I know. Can’t stop yet until we find decent cover. Once the sandstorm dies down, they’ll be back in hot pursuit.”

He tried hailing Spock and met with the same results, all the while continuing his limping pace. You gritted your teeth and tried to focus on reaching your goal rather than the fact an extremely attractive man was draped around your shoulder and plastered to your side.

As the sandstorm started to clear, you noticed you were entering a rocky area and slowed your pace to avoid tripping on the numerous stones.

“Maybe we can hide behind some of these for awhile,” you observed. “It looks like there are some pretty large boulders, maybe a cave nearby.”

“We could really use a nice deep cave right now,” Jim gritted out, doing his best to not put too much of his weight on you. He knew you were strong, but he didn’t want you to have to be his walking stick if you were going to be stranded long. Neither of you could afford to get run down on this planet.

After about an hour, the rocks were too difficult for you to navigate and you and Jim sat down for a rest and to take stock of the area. The sandstorm was gone, but the wind still swirled around and was beginning to get chilly as the planet’s suns set.

“We’re going to have to make shelter somewhere,” Jim sighed. “Doesn’t look like they’re still in pursuit.”

You looked around and saw he was right. The rocky desert landscape was barren of of any sentient beings besides you and the captain.

“Hmm. The trick is to find someplace that won’t fall down on us and crush us to death or isn’t inhabited by ferocious wild beasts,” you panted, aiming him in the direction of what looked like a small cave.

“You sound like Bones,” Jim chuckled. “He’d be listing the horrible ways we could die if he was here.”

“I wouldn’t be a very good security officer I didn’t consider the risks, Captain,” you said, half-smiling at the mention of the grumpy CMO. “Thankfully, I don’t know all the awful diseases you could get from your wound becoming infected.”

Another half mile of hobbling/walking later, you stopped in front of a tall rock that blocked the wind enough to give you a chance to catch your breaths.

“Up there, Captain. It’s a cave. Do you want me to go check it out?” You asked.

“Go ahead,” he nodded. “I’ll keep an eye out here. Still got my phaser, at least.”

You left him leaning against the rock and crept toward the cave to examine it. Scanning the sand for animal tracks and signs of an occupant, you were relieved to find it unoccupied and only going back about 15 feet total.

The main problem was a lack of water and supplies. You really hoped communications would start working again or you and Jim were in big trouble.

“Captain, it’s clear,” you reported when you returned to where you’d left him. “It’ll keep us covered for awhile, but there’s no water source anywhere near.”

“Right,” he sighed. “We’ll just have to conserve the stuff in our belt flasks.” (The away team had been equipped with water containers due to the planet’s climate).

He pushed himself away from the rock that had supported him, and you helped him up to the cave. It was a relief to get inside away from the elements and Kirk sat down with a grimace.

“Should I find something to prop your leg up, Captain?” You asked, not sure if the bleeding was stopped yet.

“Probably,” he admitted. “It’s throbbing now.”

That wasn’t a good sign, Jim Kirk saying he was in pain. It meant he was REALLY in pain. You brought back a round rock for him to rest it on and he leaned back against the cave wall with a look of relief.

“Thanks, Lieutenant,” he sighed. “I was really on my last leg, so to speak.”

He winked at you and you groaned at his ridiculous pun.

“Are you always a barrel of laughs, captain?” You asked dryly.

“Only when I’m stranded on a hostile planet with pretty crewpeople.” He answered, grinning again, though you could see it couldn’t quite mask the pain. You drew closer to look at his wound again. He’d been nicked by a spear in the first attack and it bled a lot.

“I think I Should add another strip to it,” you said, preparing to tear off part of your outer shirt to add to the makeshift bandage.

“Use mine,” Jim said quickly. “It’s already torn anyway.”

“Too dirty. You look like you bathed in dirt. That’s not great for bleeding wounds, I expect.” You ripped off a piece of your red shirt and tied it around his leg. Jim took out his communicator, which still wasn’t picking anything up.

He shrugged and sat back.

“Guess we might as well chit chat while we’re waiting. Tell me, Lieutenant, what brought you to Starfleet?”

“Adventure,” you said simply. “I was bored stiff in my tiny little town. Starfleet was a way to see the universe. Not much to it, really. Is it true you joined on a dare, sir? That sounds like a much more interesting story.”

“No need for the sir,” he said with a distasteful expression. “Call me Jim. And yes, it was a very winding and twisting road that got me here.”

So he told you the story of his troubled youth and meeting the late Admiral Pike in a bar and being challenged to make something of his life. Jim really had a delightful way of relating stories that had you completely absorbed and quite entertained during the wait in the cave. You told him about life as a redshirt and the grueling training sessions on Vulcan that you were being strongly reminded of by the present circumstances.

By the time the communicators started working again, you and the captain knew each other a lot better than you did before, but Jim was looking worse. He needed medical help immediately and was starting to mumble weird things.

“I could kiss you right now,” he slurred when you made him drink water. His forehead felt alarmingly hot and you guessed it was the fever talking, but with the sweat covering both of you, it was hard to tell. Nevertheless, a tiny little fleeting happy emotion went through you at the captain’s words.

“Come on, Jim, stay with me,” you urged. “We need to get outside so they can get a lock on us to beam us out.”

Laboriously, you got him back on his feet and back outside.

“Two to beam up, Mr. Scott,” you told the chief engineer and within moments, the two of you were back on the Enterprise, and Dr. McCoy was approaching to take the Captain off your hands.

“S'just a scratch, Bones, don’t worry,” Jim tried to downplay.

“You call getting hit by a spear a scratch, Captain?” You asked, astonished by the blatant understatement.

The doctor looked at you with a long-suffering expression that showed he’d dealt with this a lot.

“It’s what Jim does to try to avoid Medbay. If his appendix was about to burst, he’d call it a slight stomach ache. Never, ever believe him when he says he’s fine. Both of you are coming with me.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but Jim shook his head and made a face that suggested that it wouldn’t do any good to fight against it. Evidently, Dr. McCoy did not brook opposition.

You ended up being treated for dehydration and sunburn while Jim was having his leg stitched and being lectured in the next bed over.

“This is gonna hurt tomorrow,” you groaned, seeing how red you were.

“We can be peeling pals,” Jim spoke up. “I burn really easily too.” He grinned at you through his own dirty, reddened face and you chuckled back, hoping you’d get another chance to hang out with him, this time in a non life-threatening situation.

@yourtropegirl @trekken81 @trade-baby-blues

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FADE SPOILER!! It just occurred to me that Boyd being taken by Janus would have been a great opportunity to get him off the grid, without the Agency hunting him down. Too bad Hsin didn't think about saving him and then stashing him somewhere. Another thought I had-Boyd has all this knowledge about the Agency, which could be tortured out of him. Isn't it a big risk for the Agency to leave him in enemy hands, instead of rescuing him, not knowing for sure if he was turned or killed or damaged?

Thank you for the Fade spoiler warning at the front :D I appreciate it

WARNING FOR FADE SPOILERS IN MY (long ass) REPLY BELOW! :D

Yeah it’s too bad it didn’t work out for them to be able to jump on that timing-- I bet Hsin would’ve felt better knowing Boyd was thought to be dead by the Agency so they wouldn’t necessarily be pursuing him. Sadly, Hsin wouldn’t have been able to do that without planning, and he couldn’t plan it because he had no idea where Boyd was or if he was even alive, or what kind of condition he was in, what medical or psychological help he may need, etc. For him to have been able to set up a nearby/easily accessible safehouse for Boyd to be sequestered in would have required him to have forewarning on all of that because he wouldn’t have been able to safely stay with Boyd right away to help. But since he didn’t know any of that, he didn’t have a chance to even consider that option. When he ended up finding Boyd, there were already too many eyes on the place, and nowhere for him to stash Boyd easily in the middle of a desert where he would be safe and healthy and where Hsin could somehow visit later without the Agency noticing, especially with that location being across the country from the Agency headquarters.

It’s probably a good thing he didn’t try, honestly, because if Boyd hadn’t been given the help he needed afterward, if he’d just woken up alone in the desert or in some house (which would have been necessary if Hsin hadn’t brought him back, unless they’d killed Bex and anyone else who would have seen him and then found a place for Boyd and then returned, all of this done very quickly to avoid suspicious periods of time missing in their reports later, which would have required them having more forewarning on his location) – but pretending for a second that somehow Hsin had a place to drop Boyd off and then leave him while he ran back to the Agency to try to set up a way for him to flee with Boyd, then when Boyd woke up alone he probably would’ve thought he was in VR still or something and probably would have been disoriented enough to wander straight into the desert with no water or protection and no earthly idea where he was or where he was going or what he was doing, and he possibly could have gotten himself killed by the elements without meaning to or without even thinking any of it was real. He might have even tried to die to reset the program, if he thought he had found a way to escape the compound but didn’t bring Hsin with, so maybe he would have thought that if he just restarted the scenario, he could figure out where he went wrong so he could escape with Hsin the next time. Not knowing this is real life, he could have gotten himself killed for real, thinking it would only be a virtual death.

Ultimately it worked out but it’s fun to think about the different ways things could have happened :) I like to do that, actually lol Like, what if Danny had accepted Boyd’s offer and had just taken off at that point? What if Boyd hadn’t been interrupted in his explanation? What if lots of things?

idk it’s probably a dorky thing to do but I have fun thinking about those things sometimes lol

Anyway as for the other half of the question, it’s kind of a yes and no answer -- as usual for me lol.

Boyd wasn’t the first person to be presumed dead, so he wouldn’t be the first risk the Agency had dealt with in their years. Any agent could go missing on a mission, any agent could be at risk of being tortured, which is why all the really upper level agents like Boyd are trained on how to deal with torture, how to not give up the Agency, etc. The Agency could have been compromised when Hsin was captured and tortured by Janus years earlier, too, same way they could have any other time the same or similar thing happened with other agents or any other Agency employees.

Actually, if you think about it, Hsin was arguably the most valuable agent the Agency had, and in Evenfall even for him they didn’t okay a hardcore rescue operation for him either--or even a retrieval of his body, for that matter. For him, they wanted to check if they could find him easily, and if not they planned to just leave. It was Boyd’s foresight to get those GPS trackers, and Boyd’s insistence to follow them to Hsin, and Hsin’s fortitude in still being alive, and Kassian’s general moral compass, and Boyd’s knowledge of Monterrey, and Chingon’s obvious reasons, which all allowed for Hsin to be rescued and ultimately rehabilitated. Barring all that, they were just going to check for Hsin, they would have seen all the blood and thought he was dead (or if they’d found his body they were supposed to just leave it to rot), and then they were supposed to retrieve Boyd for his punishment/report.

The concept of someone with sensitive information potentially being compromised or in trouble is a risk that’s inherently built into a clandestine organization, and as such they probably have predesignated responses dependent on the level of issue. They have a lot of cover stories in place for public situations if needed, if worse came to worst they could relocate. If anyone came after them they could go after those people back, plus if something big was planned by the enemy then the other agents/R&D likely would have gotten a heads up through their informants, giving the Agency some warning and a chance to prepare. But generally they probably assume that at some point any of the agents could be compromised, and it’s probably pretty much assumed that at some point all the really upper level agents will be captured and tortured for information, which is why they’re so hardcore on the training and who they select to those higher levels of clearance.

The idea that Boyd could be tortured wouldn’t be unexpected (it’s probably assumed, actually), and they know Boyd’s history and Boyd’s psychology, so they know that by that point he’s a really good agent who is very unlikely to release any information at all on the Agency not only due to his training but also because he’s almost alarmingly loyal to his loved ones, to the point of self-sacrificing to protect them. They knew that he would be more likely to kill himself or die before compromising the Agency, if for no other reason than because he wouldn’t want to hurt his friends or mother by sharing information that could get them hurt.

That is partially why Jae Hwa also would’ve been totally cool with Boyd dying, because that would solve the annoyance of him as a loose end. Also, she mentions it in a scene somewhere I think, but they had good reason to believe Boyd wouldn’t betray the Agency and if he did then they could find a way to react, but sending the limited number of high level agents they had on a witch hunt with no real clues, no real evidence, and almost no leads to go on, wouldn’t really do anything other than disrupt usual operations for little to no return. And if the other agents were injured or killed in the pursuit of rescuing Boyd when they didn’t even know where Boyd was, that would only cripple the Agency even more. Boyd was safer being written off than he was endangering others through any rescue operations is how Jae Hwa looked at it– her view admittedly was a bit affected by the fact that she didn’t like him, but look at any sort of rescue operation in any charged setting with little to no information on the whereabouts of the victim, and there’s always a point at which the rescuers have to evaluate whether it’s safe or logical to continue, or whether they should stop and reevaluate later. In any rescue operation, the highest priority of safety has to be given to the rescuers themselves, or else you only lose more than you would have if the initial person had simply been lost.

What the Agency didn’t know about was the specific way Janus was getting at Boyd… they assumed it was the sort of torture they were used to seeing, the kind they had protected their agents against, the kind they did to prisoners of war too. They didn’t know about the more VR-like way Janus was fucking with Boyd, because Boyd was basically a guinea pig for Janus. Janus decided to test out some new stuff on him, for a new plan they had. They’d figured out by that point that agents were tough, that Boyd was tough because I think they did do some more “normal” torture on him first but he didn’t crack – they knew their various enemies, especially from the Agency, were highly trained. They knew that they may not get any information from him at all, or the information could be compromised or falsified if they did get anything, if they tried going about things the usual way. So Boyd was a good test case for them--they didn’t care if he was irrevocably broken because they could simply kill him if it came down to it, but because they didn’t have to worry about ethics or morals in dealing with him it also meant they could push boundaries and see how far their new plan could get them.

I can’t remember if he was literally the first person they went so far on or if he was one of very, very few initial guinea pigs, but either way they had evaluated their interaction with agents from the Agency (and I’m sure other groups) and they’d recognized that the agents were highly trained. So, if you’re trying to destroy your enemy, and if that enemy is well trained, why not use that training against them? Rather than trying to break the enemy (which had historically proven to be difficult), they instead wanted to bend him, manipulate Boyd into becoming a throwaway weapon to shoot back at the Agency, expecting him to die but using him as a research experiment to see how far he could go, how much he could disrupt operations and the Agency. If he was 100% successful that would be awesome and everything worked out, but if he was only partially successful they could use the data to improve for next time. For their particular plan, it was less important for them to try to get all the details from him about the Agency than it was for them to first convince Boyd to be loyal to them, to follow their directions, to turn on the organization that had trained him.

If they’d been successful, then Boyd would have become a major risk for the Agency and a huge problem for them, but not for the reasons the Agency might have anticipated. He could have essentially become a ticking time bomb welcomed right back into the heart of the compound itself.

So in that way, if that had happened, yeah for the Agency it would have been better if Boyd had been killed or not rescued–that could have been a mistake that could have cost them dearly. But what Janus was doing was something new in the warfare between the competing organizations, so it wasn’t something the Agency had specifically planned against, nor was it part of their training of their agents, nor was it something they would have necessarily anticipated. From their perspective, Boyd would have been the biggest danger in the hands of the enemy when he could break in their control, not when he was returned seemingly safe and sound.

If he’d returned, if he’d been a danger to the Agency, they would have adjusted their training and scenarios in the future, possibly become more ruthless about finding where agents were being held and destroying the entire building or something to kill them and all the people involved, rather than ever worry about rescuing or leaving alone. Or maybe they would have decided something else. But regardless, what’s interesting to think about is how Boyd could have been a new case study for the Agency and Janus, if things had gone differently in so many different ways. The events that came to play in the series are the events that happened based on the way things went, but there are plenty of ways it could have happened another way, and had far different consequences for Boyd, the Agency, Janus, or others.

That’s another scenario I think is fun to think about -- what if Boyd hadn’t been rescued, what if Janus finalized their work on him, what if he was let go from Janus but it looked like he’d fought his way out and found a way to escape, what if he’d struggled his way back to the Agency, what if they’d been suspicious or surprised about him but ultimately had believed at the very least that he was himself in his mind even if they might have thought he could have some other, more known, mental health concern (like PTSD) or might have given up information to Janus-- what if he’d found a way to be believed long enough for him to assassinate upper levels of the Agency, and/or do other things like compromise the security of the compound, and more? What would have happened to the Agency, to the agents/employees we knew, then? What would the Journalist Guild have done, what would the public have known, how easy would things have been to cover up again, how close could Janus have gotten to taking out the Agency, could Janus have succeeded? What would have happened to Boyd? What would have happened to anyone?

This is why AU fics are fun, because you can explore ideas like that in all sorts of different ways, and have a lot of fun with it. Anyway I rambled forever, sorry lol Hopefully that answered the question and I didn’t just go on a 1000 page tangent as per usual...

[sage-nebula]

Alan and Luke fon Fabre please!

If it’s all right, I’m just going to do Alan, because I have not played Tales of the Abyss in actual years and I just don’t really feel like answering for Luke, heh.

—Alan—

General Opinion: 

fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | ACTUAL LIGHT OF MY LIFE

That last one was originally all in lowercase, but to be honest, “actual light in my life” in lowercase, even bolded, does not properly convey just how emphatically I mean that.

Aesthetic Attractiveness Level: 

get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically aesthetically attractive but not my type | pretty aesthetically attractive | gorgeous! | 10/10 would hug him and kiss his forehead and maybe his temple.

Hogwarts House: 

Gryffindor | Slytherin | Ravenclaw | Hufflepuff

I wrote a 13,000 word essay on exactly why he practically bleeds red and gold (i.e. Gryffindor) once, if anyone is curious about my reasoning.

Best Quality:

ALL OF THEM, HE HAS ALL THE STRENGTHS

God, let’s see, there are so many … but ultimately, I’m going to have to go with his willingness to do what is Right, to do what needs to be done, and his sheer determination (hell, Determination, even) to see that through, regardless of the personal risk or sacrifice he has to make to do it, because he cares so goddamn much about the world that he is willing to give it his all and then some in order to defend it.

Because you see, Alan has a lot of strengths. He has a lot of great qualities. He’s loyal. He’s affectionate (albeit with a select few people and in his own way, but just look at how much he pets and cuddles Lizardon on screen). He’s incredibly intelligent. But ultimately, his best and most shining quality, paired right along with his immense bravery, is his determination to do what needs to be done, his determination to do what is Right (and yes, that is Right with a capital R, I’m talking greater good here), regardless of the danger it puts him in, regardless of the odds. It doesn’t matter how insurmountable the odds, it doesn’t matter how massive the foe, it doesn’t matter what the personal risk to himself is, what it is he has to give up, what it is he’s potentially sacrificing, whether it’s his health, safety, happiness (my god he doesn’t think even once about that one), or even his own life. He will stand against those odds, he will fight, and he will never fucking stop fighting, not because he thinks himself a hero, but because someone has to do it, it has to be done, whatever this threat is has to be stopped, and he’s there, so he’s going to stop it. 

And it’s a bit difficult to put into words why, exactly, I think that’s one of his most shining qualities, especially when the admittedly alarmingly recklessness he has with his own life and safety is actually somewhat of a problem (especially for those that love him, because tbh any gray hairs Sycamore has or ends up with could probably be attributed to Alan). But at the end of the day it comes down to the fact that Alan blends so many traits which I find admirable into one. He has sheer, unflinching determination; he’s incredibly brave and just; and he’s selfless, doing this not for himself or for personal glory, but for others. He agreed to work for Lysandre to a.) protect Professor Sycamore, and b.) use mega evolution energy for peaceful purposes. He re-dedicated himself to gathering mega evolution energy to heal Hari-san, and bring back Manon’s smile. He was horrified when he saw what Lysandre actually did, and he turned against him (and, in the process, stood up to his own abuser) because it was the Right Thing to do. Hell, even before that, he went up against Primal Groudon and Primal Kyogre because Steven made it pretty clear that both primal legendaries were going to destroy the world unless they were stopped, and so Alan decided that, since someone had to stop them, he was going to do it. He made it pretty clear when Manon asked that, yes, he did have to fight against the world’s destruction. Someone had to do it, and it was going to be him, because he cannot stand by and let the world end like that. Not like that. Not without a fight. Not when he still has at least a drop of warm blood in his veins.

Alan’s best quality—or at least, one of his best qualities, out of many—is his sheer determination to do what must be done because it is Right, at least according to his own internal sense of morality, which (as it is with all Gryffindors) is pretty goddamn strong. He defends and protects because he feels that doing so is the Right Thing to do. And he defends and protects not only those closest to him (though especially them), but everyone, because he cares about everyone, and would (and has) defend(ed) the entire fucking planet regardless of what they think about him, without even a second of hesitation, because in his mind that’s exactly what his strength is for. His strength, and Lizardon’s strength (same strength, really, because they are two as one) is strength meant to protect, to defend, to fight for those who need it. He’s no hero, at least not in his mind. He’s just the one who’s going to stop whoever or whatever it is that’s threatening the lives of innocent people this time.

His self-worth (or lack thereof) and the reckless abandon with which he treats his own life is an issue, but goddamn if his determination to do what is Right and protect those that need it isn’t one of his most shining qualities. 

Worst Quality:

So, aside from the alarming disregard for his own life and safety, Alan has a very, very bad habit of bottling up the things that bother or hurt him to avoid being a burden on those he cares about, and taking everything—pretty much everything—onto his own shoulders without saying a word about it to anyone else, because he, again, doesn’t want to endanger or hurt those he loves.

Part of this can be attributed to the guilt/shame and isolation/independence complexes he has as a result of his C-PTSD, which he has as a result of the prolonged abuse Lysandre doled out on him (in my headcanon there was also abuse in his early childhood, prior to Sycamore adopting him, which also helped contribute to his personality developing the way it has, even though Sycamore helped heal a lot of that damage). It can also be partially attributed to his naturally protective nature, as explained above. In fact, I’d say it’s a direct combination of these two things: Alan doesn’t want to be a burden on others, and he feels ashamed and disgusted with himself when he is, when his weakness puts others out or places a burden on them (especially if they’re people he cares about and feels he should be strong for/protecting / people he already feels he owes a great debt to somehow). He feels, particularly since Lysandre drilled this into him, that he has to be strong enough to handle things on his own and that involving others (e.g. Sycamore) could place them in danger. And on top of all of that, as explained above, Alan has a naturally protective nature. He wants to protect and defend others. He can’t do that, he feels, if he’s directly placing them in harm’s way by asking them to help him, and so in order to keep them safe he pushes them away and isolates himself. Better that he suffers alone than to have them suffer, even though they worry so much about him when he’s off doing his thing that, in a way, they’re suffering anyway. (Hence, his attempt at saving them from burdens like this backfires spectacularly.)

On top of being a flaw due to the way this causes others to worry about him, it’s also a flaw due to how much damage it honestly does to him emotionally. You all know the saying about how you shouldn’t bottle up your emotions, and that’s true; but the fact of the matter here is that Alan keeps quiet not only about external things that are giving him grief, but he also internalizes and bottles up all of his self-loathing, his anxieties, his fears. He swallows it down and keeps it in there so that it can just echo around in his head day in, and day out. It festers. It grows. And he gets so used to swallowing this down and internalizing it that he normalizes it, even without realizing that he’s doing so. That makes it stronger, which leads to intrusive thoughts. And all of this—or at least so very much of it—is something that those who love him would be more than happy to help him with, would be more than happy to dispel, to tell him that these awful things he thinks about himself, that he blames himself for, aren’t true / aren’t his fault, but they aren’t given a chance because Alan keeps quiet about it and says that he’s fine if asked. (Unless you’re Lizardon. He tells Lizardon, which helps some, but then he also feels guilty about endangering Lizardon all the time, so. Oh, and he did open up to Ash, amazingly, in XYZ044. Ash is so good for him, but more on that soon.)

Lastly, this is also dangerous for him physically, because as we saw in TSME 2, Alan will lie about and hide physical injuries and say he’s fine despite them. He’s injured again (to the point of being rendered temporarily unconscious) in TSME 3, and yet he refused rest and insisted he was fine in TSME 4. Likewise, he self-harms multiple times throughout the Flare arc (by punching the ground/walls), and yet he still continues on as if nothing’s wrong. He’s got a very high pain tolerance, which is useful, but these injuries can turn into something much greater if left untreated, and yet Alan just swallows it all down and pretends it’s not a problem, dealing with it entirely on his own later. So tl;dr, Alan’s tendency to shoulder every burden on his own, to not tell anyone about it, to keep it all to himself because he doesn’t want to burden/endanger anyone … that, especially in the eyes of those who love and worry about and want to help him, is definitely far from his best quality.

Ship Them With:

Romantically I don’t ship him with anyone, because I view Alan as being aromantic/asexual. However, I do enjoy imagining him in queer-platonic partnerships (QPPs) with multiple characters, including:

Ash, because in all honesty, while Ash is technically ten in the XY&Z series, he doesn’t act it, and on a maturity level he and Alan are about equal as a result. Plus, this relationship is so good and pure, and so good especially for Alan, just … it’s a QPP, it’s not romantic/sexual anyway, just let me have this.

Zinnia, at least in the context of my Delta Episode AU, but also in general.

Kiawe, mostly because I just imagine Kiawe has THE BIGGEST crush on him when they meet in an AU where Alan goes to Alola (not quite To Devour the Sun, because of circumstances, but—maybe in an AU of that AU? I’m incorrigible), and tbh it’s adorable—so mostly one-sided from Kiawe’s side, but I see them getting along really well, and I see Alan definitely wanting to keep in touch after the fact!

Brotp Them With:

LIZARDON, his platonic soul mate, because honestly, does this need saying?

Professor Sycamore, his dad. Best father-son duo. ♥

Gabby (he’s the one who brought her home, she adores him, asdfsa)

Ash, even with the QPP mentioned above, because this relationship is so good and important.

Manon

Bonnie

Clemont

Meyer

Steven Stone

(“Scrawlers that is a lot—” AND HE DESERVES EVERY ONE OF THEM, OK.)

Needs to Stay Away From:

LYSANDRE, though now that Bonnie had Squishy murder Lysandre, that shouldn’t be a problem anymore. ♥

In To Devour the Sun, tbh he needs to stay away from the Aether Foundation and especially Lusamine, but, uh … it’s a little too late for that one. >_>;;

Honestly, in general, his loved ones would really appreciate if he could stay away from things likely to cost him his life. When he is Champion and Manon is one of his Elite, she swears she has her hands full trying to make sure he doesn’t get his ass killed. Which, you know, is part of her job, and she knows this, and it’s the entire reason why she took this job, but for Xerneas’ sake, Alan, could you please, please stop nearly getting yourself killed for the sake of the planet? The planet is not worth this!!(“Yes it is,” Alan says.Manon just glares at him and holds up her phone. “Wanna call the Professor and ask him??”)

Misc. Thoughts:

LIGHT OF MY LIFE, VALIANT DRAGON SON, HONESTLY I’VE NEVER RELATED TO A CHARACTER MORE, I LOVE HIM MORE THAN ANY OTHER FICTIONAL CHARACTER, IF FUCKERS WANT TO HATE ON HIM THEN THEY CAN COME DOWN HERE AND FUCKING FIGHT ME, LITERALLY MY REACTION WHENEVER I SEE SOMEONE HATING ON ALAN:

I EARNED MY PLACE IN THE ALAN DEFENSE SQUAD AND I WILL NEVER LEAVE IT, NOT EVER, MEET ME IN THE GODDAMN PIT BUT BE WARNED THAT ONLY ONE OF US IS CLIMBING BACK OUT AND IT’S NOT GOING TO BE YOU. 

…

… Anyway, I love Alan a lot.