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zaiban2989 · 10 months

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BNHA S3 EP1 or the Pool Ep

Honestly, I've watched that ep at least 6 times in the last two weeks, just didn't have a chance to pause and talk about it until now lol That post gonna be long again 😭🤣

It's not "that much" of an important episode when you think of it, but it's still one of my favourites. Our cinnamon roll Izuku is just the cutest in this one, being manipulated by Denki & Mineta to use the pool so those pervs can spy on the girls lmao the whole thing is hilarious and cute af - I mean look at this cute baby being all fired up for training! 👇

Our little green bean is so cute and friendly and nice he even texted everyone to come and join them lmao Which is raising so many questions: did everyone in class 1-A share their numbers with each other? Does that mean that Kacchan actually gave it to everyone else, even Deku? Or is Kacchan the only one Izuku didn't text because, you know, fucked up relationship and all that, and it's only because Kirishima got the message that Kacchan came (like his bro definitely has his number and told him about the training)? Or do they all just have a group chat with the whole class so Izuku texted there so everyone, including Kacchan, saw it? I WANT ANSWERS!!!!

But considering the timing of how late Kirishima and Katsuki came to meet with them, I feel like the closest answer is that Kiri got Izuku's text and then texted Katsuki or even went to his house to drag him out or something... Kiri did say that it took him a while to get Katsuki to come, so that's probably it. The thought that Izuku can't even text Kacchan, or didn't even think he could, makes me so sad honestly 😭 (like imagine class A really does have a group chat and those two idiots are in there but never interact with each other's texts and secretly did save each other's numbers but yeah there's no way in hell they'd go and text the other because "Kacchan probably doesn't wanna talk to me", "why the heck should I text the nerd, I'm better than him!" *siiiiiiigh* I want a fic about this now lol)

Anyway, back to the episode... Iida, class rep, always at the ready to order people around lol It's so funny how everyone just listens to him though, I love it 💙

AND THEN THE BEST PART OF IT ALL HARKLZERLKRZEKDE - What happened? Iida and Izuku are having a little moment together (reminiscing what happened in s1 & s2) and Izuku says that he got here with the help of many others and that he needs to work that much harder and WHO yells a loud "OF COURSE!" to that?! Fucking Kacchan! 🧡💚seriously I can't, man! I have so many fucking thoughts on that scene alone, it's ridiculous lol

And I mean, what he says is so freaking weiiiiiiiiiird! (proof in pic👇)

Iida and Izuku were not even speaking that loudly, so how the fuck did Katsuki even hear all of that shit from where he was?! (he just arrived there with Ei, you see him walking up to them with his usual gremlin face, Kiri blocking him lmao)

So now I am HC-ing the fact that Katsuki actually do not have any fucking hearing impairments because of his Explosion quirk - on the contrary, he probably trained himself so fucking much so that shit would never be a problem and so that he could eavesdrop on any conversation his nerd would be having with other people (see Sport Festival and his stalking of Izu/Todo secret meeting lol)

I mean seriously, Kiri and him JUST arrived there and what's his first move? To fucking head to where Deku is hdezdezmde and you wanna tell me that guy ain't obsessed with his broccoli head? PLEASE!

"Otherwise there's no way I'd lose to a damn nerd like you!" - or literally, Katsuki openly admitting that he has been losing to the nerd (in the first DvKpt1 of course, but also when they teamed up against AM for the exam because he had been reckless and had to rely on the damn nerd for help - hell, he even lost consciousness and the guy dragged him to the exit (HC-ing again, but pretty sure Kats asked for the recording of that fight cuz he didn't remember and wanted to know what the fuck happened - he'll never tell Izuku though))

So our blonde baby IS already growing up, it's subtle but for someone like Katsuki to say that he's lost to Deku, I mean that is fucking big, man. I'm certain Izuku didn't even pick up what that meant here, but progress baby, you've been acknowledged by your person! 🧡💚

As soon as he's there, he's already picking a fight with his baby nerd lmao at this stage, it's established he sees both Deku & Todo as his rivals - Hori is even already setting the tone for the next gen' of UA Big Three since the 3 of them end up being the ones winning each racing rounds and are now facing each other in the final

(Just some appreciation of how fucking hot Katsuki is when he doesn't make his bitch face lmao 🔥🧡 also the fucking V-shape he has, god dammit man!)

Of course, the final round doesn't happen - I wonder who Hori would have turned into the winner on that one lol Guess it was too hard to decide huh flekdmzemdez Look at those dum-dums' faces as their quirks got erased 🤣

That episode is so gold, I swear! Even the ending with Katsuki's frustration of not having raced against Deku & Todo when he's on his way back with Kiri and the fact that we see once again that his goal hasn't changed (yet?), honestly, it's endearing 🧡

"No matter who it is, I won't let them catch up to me, let alone get ahead of me!" - oh baby boy, talking about your insecurities like that *sobs* it makes it even more amazing that he changed so freaking much by s5-s6 because he's no longer with that mindset 😭 "The nerd's ahead of me now but I can still catch up!" fuck me man, that 180 is just... *cries*

You see his All Might fanboying seeping through what he says and how he's determined to prove himself, someone please give that baby a hug😭 (he fucking gets kidnapped in this season, I can't man)

ANYWAYS, I LOVE THIS EPISODE SO MUCH OKAY?! lmao Ending this review with the official season ending, firework moment and Kacchan next to his Deku (come on, Hori could have placed him anywhere else there but nope)

That's it, folks! Cheers for coming to my ted talk lol Till next time!🧡💚

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samueldays · 5 months

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The Curious Incuriosity of Journalists

This NBC story (archive) strikes me as so nonsensical even by journalist standards, it's interesting for the anthropological study of who might write this and for what reason.

"more than 40 interns", lol, making demands of the President of the United States, lol, with regards to foreign policy to be imposed on other states, lmao.

This cannot have happened. This cannot be the structure of power relations at the White House. The interns are too few in number, too powerless, and too easily replaceable to have leverage to make demands. The assertion of what happened is too absurd.

Even if we were to stipulate that it did somehow hypothetically happen, the tone of the coverage is still too absurd. There should be surprised curiosity at how the hell the White House got to this point that interns are supposedly making demands, why they aren't immediately fired for insubordination, and which powerful group is using the interns as a sympathetic front. The words "deep state" or some synonym might be used in describing whoever is puppeting the interns to jostle for control of foreign policy. The interns should be the story, not the demand.

Instead, it's a friendly puff piece saying things like how the interns don't consider the President to be living up to their standards. Almost no investigation has been done. The journalist is a borderline transcriber: here's what the interns say, here's some other people who said something similar, here's a quick summary of what they're talking about in the Middle East.

When I see something like this, I grow more sympathetic to conspiracy theorists. I don't know which conspiracy theory is correct, but the public surface-level story is obviously wrong. My working hypothesis is that

which powerful group is using the interns as a sympathetic front

it's NBC itself using the interns this way.

Basic bitch propagandists engage in "astroturf", paying people to repeat what you believe a lot and pretending it's grassroots opinion.

Journalists get to engage in a slightly more sophisticated propaganda tactic with no name: find people who already agree with you, repeat them a lot, and pretend this is grassroots opinion.

Thousands of people work in the White House "and other executive branch offices" like the EOP. It's not hard for a journo station to find the 40 from those thousands with the viewpoint closest to the journo station, selectively give them worldwide friendly press coverage, and pretend this is Reporting The Facts rather than NBC talking through a muppet -- especially if it's known that the NBC will give you friendly coverage for this.

(Also, of course, the journalists lie. The story did in fact not happen as described. I have read what appears to be the letter from the interns elsewhere, and the interns use phrases like "we urge" and "we call for", but not "we demand".)

#all #journalism #journalism delenda est

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skyloftian-nutcase · 2 years

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Skyfall (LU in Healthcare Backstory)

So I was gonna write the whole chapter for this adventure - I had specifically created a Healthcare AU War Era story on AO3 to add this to it, but I get the feeling it's going to be a lot more involved lol. SO.

Have a piece from Healthcare AU War Era chapter in honor of Whumptober. :)

“Repeat, abort the mission, the zone is hot!”

Sky bit his tongue. Gunfire was everywhere, and he was very tempted to snap that it doesn’t make a damn bit of difference because I’m already getting shot at, but he kept his mouth shut. Instead, he opted for ignoring the voice entirely – he’d just report later that the radio traffic was unreadable.

Ever since his last chopper had been shot down, Sky had been simultaneously paranoid and nonchalant about flying into hot zones. On the one hand, he’d survived it before (barely, Sky, you barely survived, and it almost got other people killed), on the other hand, he was putting his crew’s life at risk (but what about the wounded who so desperately needed medevac? Their lives are in danger too). This time, though, he couldn’t really take the blame. He’d been the closest helicopter when the call for help had come, and command had said the LZ would be clear upon his arrival.

That was clearly not the case.

Sky would have to land hot and pray the medics could load the patients quickly enough. He wouldn’t put it past the enemy to fire on them again like last time.

“Get ready, we’re about to land,” Sky advised the medics in the back. Ever since he’d been given this new helicopter to fly, he’d been the sole pilot and essentially in charge of everything.

He missed Sun and Groose.

The ground beneath him was definitely not a safe landing zone. A lone soldier was holding her own against what was a veritable army of gunfire. Sky couldn’t see all the enemies, but he had a pretty good view.

Furrowing his brow, he lowered the chopper close enough to kick dirt and debris into the air. A mild vortex of dust and pieces of trees formed, sheltering the soldier and the wounded. If the enemy had a shred of decency in them, they wouldn’t fire on a medical helicopter.

But Sky already knew that wasn’t the case.

“Go!” he shouted behind him towards the fuselage where the medics were on standby.

He kept the helicopter just above the ground, hovering by a few inches so the medics could still load the patients, but revving the engine enough to keep the whirlwind going and decrease visibility. A console alarmed, and he glanced down, his heart racing, praying his aircraft wasn’t damaged too badly. His body jolted a little, his arm suddenly sore, and he grimaced, reaching towards the console to read the display.

Well, they were already trying to riddle holes in the helicopter, but at least they hadn’t hit anything vital yet.

The female voice from before came over the radio loudly, the sound of the helicopter roaring in the background. “I said the zone was hot!”

“Sorry, ma’am, situation changed before I had chance to turn back,” Sky said a little apologetically. He really wasn’t the biggest fan of breaking rules, but this hadn’t entirely been in his control anyway. Besides, what was the soldier going to do if he hadn’t shown up? He wouldn’t abandon anyone.

The soldier’s tone changed from frustrated to thankful and tremulous. She was scared. Whoever it was, she was so scared. “Thank you.”

Sky wanted to leap out of the helicopter right then and there and drag the soldier to safety. But he knew she wouldn’t board – his aircraft was headed for a hospital, and he didn’t know what her operation was. So long as she wasn’t injured, she wasn’t authorized aboard his loftwing.

His arm throbbed again, as did his heart and his head. Sky heard movement in the fuselage, and then one of his medics shouted, “We’re ready!”

“Godspeed,” he muttered under his breath, pulling the collective up and feeling the helicopter ascend into the sky.

It didn’t take long to leave the area and enter friendly territory. He heard very little noise from the fuselage, which usually wasn’t a good sign. Patients were often screaming or cussing or something, giving some kind of indicator that they were still alive. His medic crew scurried about, telling each other what supplies they needed, but admittedly military medics had very little to work with – tourniquets, painkillers, gauze, IVs and fluids, those were the main toys they could play with, and Sky knew by now that those weren’t always enough.

They reached the hospital within fifteen minutes, and Sky started contacting the helipad control to announce their arrival. His medics would have already reached out to give an incoming report and patient conditions. What little he’d heard hadn’t been promising.

One had already died en route.

Sky felt his limbs grow cold as he landed. His head bounced back against the head rest, his body utterly exhausted. Adrenaline still surged through him, making his heart race, but his mind was so, so numb.

What’s the point of any of this?

Looking to his left, Sky expected to see Sun sitting in the copilot seat trying to give him a reassuring smile. Instead, he just saw outside the window.

Warriors was out there.

Sky tried to smile, but his friend wasn’t looking anyway. He was busy taking bloodied bodies into the hospital alongside the others who had come out to meet them. Sighing, the pilot unfastened his harness and shakily made his way outside. He had to check the damage on the helicopter for himself.

When he took a few steps, Sky found his world swimming and swirling. Confused, he leaned against the interior, wondering why he was suddenly dizzy. He shook his head briefly and went outside.

Warriors lingered near the entrance to the hospital, watching the other patients get taken inside. Apparently they’d had more hands than necessary for this unloading. Again, Sky wanted to catch his eye and just get something, some kind of reassurance, some kind of reminder that there was actually good in this world and that someone cared about his well-being, and—

The world spun again. Sky stumbled, leaning against the tail. He took a shaky breath. Focus, Sky. You have a job to do. Others are depending on you.

But he’d been too late for these soldiers. He knew he’d been too late.

Sky blinked the tears away, turning his gaze towards his helicopter. He could already see some of the damage, bullet holes apparent. One was going through the windshield in the front… weird. He hadn’t registered a bullet entering the cockpit.

Then he heard Warriors’ voice.

“Sky…?”

The pilot turned. Warriors was watching him worriedly. Sky furrowed his brow. What was wrong?

“You okay?” Sky asked, taking a step and stumbling. Warriors immediately hastened forward, but Sky waved him off.

Except he saw blood on his hand when he did so.

Blood? Was… was that his?

Ah. That was probably why his arm hurt. Oh, and that would explain the bullet hole in the cockpit too.

His blood froze and he felt entirely too lightheaded as the realization sank in.

I’ve been shot.

“Oh,” he said softly, registering the thought, and then his legs gave out as his world went black.

#lu in healthcare #lu in healthcare war era #lu sky #lu warriors #lu flora #lu wild #champions #writing

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fireemblems24 · 1 year

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Fire Emblem Engage 24 - End

Spoilers below the cut. These last chapters aren't as good as the rest of the game because I'm not a fan of the new character.

Alear is meeting evil!Alear. Is she seeing the past or? OMG a random time travel plot 😭 why . . .

And why is evil!Alear giving her life story to regular!Alear? The heroes and villains both act so nonsensical in this game.

Aww, Alfred got to say how badly he worried over Alear.

OMG NOOO. NOT A-FUCKING-GAIN. I'm NOT fighting the 4 wolves AGAIN. Please, no. Please, I'm begging.

Oh, thank God, Alear is sending Zephia away.

I wish Veyle would just shut up.

God, this plot has gone off the deepend though. Alear died twice and came back to life twice. There was a failed Hail Mary to try and get me to care about the Wolves. And not time travel because time travel I guess?

So I saw that Veyle and Alfred both had the blue speech bubbles over their heads and figured the other royals would, but only those two got it. Alfred got a little "official" moment over all the other royals and it makes my shipping heart happy. He's worried about the Alear of 1000 years ago. He's a sweetie.

This level only existed for the chance to talk to the other Alear. I'm not too mad about that. I actually really like Alear.

More Zephia. Why. I guess it gives Sombron someone named to talk too. I'd rather the red!Alear though.

Aww, we get to see Lumera meet Alear. Ok, I more than accept this chapter now. I still think the time travel is stupid as fuck, but I'll accept it anyways because I liked getting to see this stuff.

Bunet wants to lick the boulders to see how they taste. Something is wrong with this man.

Seadall seems low-key into Rosado, as he finds him amazingly attractive lol.

Lumera is a zombie thing, right?

I'm guessing Alear managed to act on her own will as corrupted, but Lumera can't because of who summoned them?

Man, and this game had avoided characters doing stupid shit for the sake of drama, but leave it to Veyle to fuck that up by going off on her own.

If she's on the map by herself, so help me God... she can die

Shoutout to Kagetsu, Goldmary, and especially Alfred for forming a little line and holding out against a million reinforcements. Alfred must've killed like 50 enemies this chapter while I picked off all the buddies around Lumera.

Alfred MVP. Deserved. Boy put in the work.

Lumera is such a Fire Emblem parent she out Fire Emblemed all the others and died - TWICE!

This must be so awkward for Veyle.

I think it's cool Alfred is in this scene. I think he's pushed just a bit over the other royal and does feel the closest to a "cannon" love interest for Alear - though I feel the most "cannon" is probably platonic with Veyle.

I feel proud of myself. I'm down to 0 coins and 0 silver. I used it all up nicely.

The men of Firene are prone to fatal illness - Alfred, his father, and Mauvier's father (per his Ivy support)

Alfred's A support with Veyle fucking hurts knowing what I know, talking about how he KNOWS exercise won't really make the problems go away, that it's just about giving yourself a break to avoid getting crushed by what worries you. It's such a simple conversation, except that it's coming from Alfred. Who we know is actually talking about dealing with his terminal illness and also proves that a lot of his behavior is a conscious choice. I think between this and his crit quotes actually being quite serious means he's not truly an empty-headed guy who's nice because he's just that innocent or dumb, but that's he's more self-aware than characters like this usually are and actively choosing to be friendly and kind to everyone. I think learning that is what launched him to my favorite. It's hard to dislike "human golden retriever" characters that aren't annoying, but it adds such an interesting secondary level when you know characters are purposefully and consciously choosing to act this way, and even MORE great when the characters have actually been through some shit and rather than letting the world turn them bitter are choosing to be gentle. It's also why Lucius was my favorite for so long (though, he's more uber pure rather than hyper loyal/friendly) and honestly Dimitri too since he eventually actively chooses to act as a savior king and let go of hatred. I'm just - such a sucker for characters like this.

The Emblems aren't returning, I'm betting. Yep. Man, I'm going to cry seeing all my old protagonists fading away. If that happens. Why is Alear the exception though?

Kinda cool that Sombron offered to just leave, but Alear said fuck no. We really needed another backstory. /s They should've spaced this out a bit more. I also love how he's just chatting with us about it too.

So, who's his Emblem? This guy is beyond obsessed. (Emblem of Foundations - DLC Wave 2? Who could it be? Alm, Eliwood, Seliph, Elincia, Rhea, and Azura are the key missing characters)

Feels bad. Diamant, Ivy, and Alfred got to show up at the very end of that cut scene, but not Timerra. I feel the Solm royals got shafted.

Do we not get the Emblem rings in the final fight? That would suck. That also seemed anticlimatic as a parting. It is cool that, once again, Alfred got the dialogue to represent the royals.

Seeing all the lords get summoned again did things to me. Not gonna lie. I've loved some of these characters for over half my lifetime and seeing them all just lined up like that. 😭

Alear ended up being a lot cooler than I expected.

Ok, I figured Sombron would do something after taking him down at first because that was too easy.

Luna + Critical is one hell of a drug. Alcryst was going to do a measly 3 damage to Sombron but did 51 instead.

Alfred engaged with Alear did the final hit. Seemed thematic. All the favoritism I poured into him returned ten-fold. I know he's not the best unit in the game, but he was the best unit for my playthrough at least. Maybe the RNG was kind to me too.

It wouldn't be a final Engage chapter if we didn't have something taking forever to die.

I don't want to see all the previous protagonists fade away 😭

Ah, fuck, they're doing it one at a time. Why. 😭😭

Alfred got MVP the most. Followed by Chloe. Alear, Katstsu, and Alcryst also got MVP a good number of times. Though, if I stuck Lyn on Alcryst earlier, he probably would've gotten it way more.

Alright, guys, I finished it!

I'm a bit bummed they didn't list the characters in order of least to most used. It's always fun figuring out who's #1, but oh well.

I also REALLY miss paired endings. The solo endings were fine, but still bummed about that. Cool that Sedall and Yunaka are basically cannon though, with their endings matching and being in the same image. It's also going to be impossible for me to "marry" anyone BUT Alfred because of this. His paired ending is a thousand times better, but I also ship Alear and Alfred pretty hard.

I loved all the art at the end too. Alfred planting flowers was too precious. Hortensia visiting her father's grave, the only sad one, only for the next image for Rosado and Goldmary joining her made me so happy. They were all pretty good and seemed to take the character's personality into account.

So my favorites were: Alfred, Ivy, Alcryst, Celine, Chloe, and Alear. Though, there's a lot of characters I didn't see a lot of supports for and didn't use. Fogado seems like so much fun, that I'll have to use him next time, for example.

The only one I didn't really like was Veyle, but I hate her brand of moe and brainwashing so . . . Louis is also low-key creepy, but IDK if that'll stay if I see more of his supports or not.

I will get the DLC, but not sure when. This game is a lot of fun to play, so I definitely want the extra content.

Overall, the plot is basic and stumbles when it tries to be more complex, the characters are mostly good, and the gameplay is fantastic. I really enjoyed it. Only time will tell where it'll fall.

#fire emblem #fire emblem engage #fe engage #fe17

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thecatamaranlad · 8 months

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OC dump 2 shameless boogaloo

Setting: in this weird fantasy world (or, you know, set of worlds) I wrote about having made up a bit ago. Vibe: Idunno, man. Fantasy world? Steampunk in some places and swords-and-sorcery in others? Also it's fucked up as hell and half the characters commit war crimes, cos I'm me, you really shouldn't be surprised at this point. (They're also a pack of queers. Shocker.) OK, BLORBO TIEM: in order of appearance/reference, at least in the current draft.

Liyanei Lazhel (aka Ailina Yara) (she/her, 18 at start of story): A murderer, drug addict, polyglot, and sister. She doesn't think she's had other choices if she wanted to survive. She may or may not be right. She may or may not get a chance to prove it, or prove she can do differently the next time.

Eimra Lazhel (she/her, 16): Liyanei's younger sister. A witch who shouldn't be where she is. A healer with unlikely fire magic. Fiercely principled but has never really had to lay down her life for them -- but Liyanei has never let her make that choice for herself so far.

(moar blorbos below cut!!)

Lady Kylit (she/her, 50something): A warlord and powerful witch in the midlands. Has some sort of agenda beyond kidnapping and enslaving children for her own gain, probably, or at least she did once. May or may not be still alive after an attack on her fortress.

Minishire Yatarel (he/him, 19/20): A witch raised to kill by Lady Kylit. A few years older than Liyanei. His relationship with her is... complex, toxic, manipulative, and utterly codependent. Also a drug addict. Opinions (of the characters) are mixed on whether he deserves a redemption arc. Probably won't get one anyways.

Maivra (Yatarel) (she/her, 18/19 at time of death): Minishire's twin sister. Dead before the story starts. She was as kind as her circumstances ever allowed her to be. The closest thing Liyanei had to a friend, back then.

Zoyel of the Lake (she/her, 38): An ex-nun/temple mage, current social worker. Physically disabled and dependent on people she'd prefer to avoid. Knew Eimra as a child. Absolutely wrecked by guilt for the same reason she's seen as a war hero by the folks in the city she finds herself in, and trying desperately to find a reason to continue living.

Karal Nayum (she/they, 17): Ok there's not much I can say about Karal that isn't a major spoiler. Sadly. (Karal is. My fave.) A dancer from the Colonies, beyond the Rim. Has a little bit of magic, but not much. An absolute sweetheart who isn't as naive as she appears. I can say that much. :D

Tarlane (Nayum?) (he/him, 35, trans): A dancer and a mage from the Colonies but not born there. Temple taught, but not affiliated. Karal's father, at least in some way. He's got some sort of secret he's trying to protect, but he is open, friendly, and kind regardless. Flirtatious as hell but not serious about it (unless you want him to be ;) ).

These are my Heavy Emotional Processing Comfort OCs. Don’t ask how long some of them have existed it makes me feel old ;3 But they finally have a coherent plot laid out now after [redacted] years, and I might even finish writing the story someday! Lol.

#me writing a thing #ailinaposting #wip wednesday #original characters #my ocs #look ailina has basically been my poor man's version of therapy for somewhere around [redacted] years if that explains anything #original writing and stuff

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druckkugelschreiber · 1 year

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Find the words

Tagged by the incomparable (did I write that right?!) @mxkelsifer . This is actually the reason it took so long to answer because I need my pc to properly find the words lol. Anyway thanks for the tag, I love these!

The words: flame, mischief, sun, and alone.

I'm sideeying alone so hard already. That one's going to hurt if I find the right oneshot.

Also once more incapable of being short about anything. Sorry not sorry.

Flame

I wanted Andy to believe me. “It’s the hobbit prinzip.” “Das Hobbit Prinzip?” I hummed in agreement. “It’s the little good things make the big good things. Who makes the world normal? The majority of people. They do the little good things, helping out a neighbour, carrying bags for an old woman, finding a lost pet. That’s the little things that bring the good intot he world. Killing takes bad out of the world, but it doesn’t bring good into it. Now taking the bad out of the world is necessary sometimes, but it doesn’t rebuild the world. So, if you feel like you have to do something. You do the little things. You go out there and plant a community garden and see how much things change around you. How the community begins smiling, or you rescue children from bad situations and teach them to read, build schools whatever. You made yourself. Imagine 7000 years ago you said ‘we’re going to teach everyone to read and educate them. We’re going to be explorers and scientists and not fighters, what then?” Andy took a sharp breath. “You made us. You decided we were fighters, but that doesn’t mean all of us have to fight forever. Every war has to end sometimes.” “And if I hate people and don’t want to help them anymore?” Andy asked almost pouty. I held back a laugh. “Well, I have a lovely cabin up in the norwegian mountains, not a soul around for two hours. Chickens, dogs, cows, whatever your heart might desire.” “That sounds peaceful.” “It’s really nice. I spend an entire year there in 2009.” Andy nodded and I could see some of her cracks mending. “So… you wouldn’t… you don’t think it’s a bad idea?” “I think it’s the greatest idea you had recently”, I said honestly and squeezed her hand. Andy made a disbelieving sound. “I don’t think I would even know what to do with myself.” “Come with me”, I said, keeping my voice light to take the pressure out of the suggestion. Just a friendly suggestion. “As I said, I think Africa would be great for you.” “I don’t think killing poachers is what I’m looking for.” “Well you can always shovel elephan shit, fix fences, learn about vet med on the fly”, I smiled at her. “And if you don’t like it we can still go to that cabin or do other humanitarian work. The world might be on fire, but there are a lot of places we can douse the flames a little.”

Okay this was longer than expected but I love The Hobbit Prinzip and I love this whole thing.

Mischief

“By the way”, I asked when got out of the jeep after our shopping trip, “can you braid hair?” “Yes, why?” Nile asked, a shopping bag in her hand while I carried another one. “Could you braid my hair for the midsummer festival?” Nile stopped on the porch, mischief lighting her face, “you’re going to dress up really fine aren’t you?” “I’m going to show Andy all she threw away.” Nile laughed and held the front door open for me, “in that I’m all yours.” We put the bags down by the stairs and walked into the kitchen. Andy and Seb were facing each other on opposite sites of the table. Nicky and Joe were also there. The tension was thick enough to cut. Boromir lurked at the edges, keeping an eye on everything, though Sam and Nico were nowhere to be seen. “Please tell me you weren’t arguing”, I said, crossing my arms and stepping up next to Seb, who was closest to the door. Nile took a more neutral position between the two warring parties. “No”, Andy said with an expression that was barely contained murder. If looks could kill. “We just cleared up some things.” I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to glare at her or check on Seb. Considering I wasn’t sure if Andy had been mean or not, I focused on Seb. His entire face was closed off. “Hey”, I brushed his cheek with the tips of my fingers, causing him to finally look down to me, “are you okay?”

I need to revisit this story. It's so much fun. Also no one's feeling very mischievous in my stories, geez I wonder why

Sun

The words didn’t help this time around. “Why is she really here, Riko?” “I was telling the truth. She really got into an argument with the team. Andy isn’t good at being alone, so I took her with me.” “Just like that?” what happened to ‘Andy abandoned me?’ to ‘it’s her fault’ and all that hate that had burned in Noriko’s eyes when the nightmares haunted her. Noriko’s eyes flew to Andy and I could see it. The very valid reason for my fear. The god damn ocean of love she held for the other woman. It was heartbreaking and beautiful to witness at the same time. I could feel even the anxiety dying because that right there. How the sun looked at the moon, that I could never live up to. I was just… well quite frankly I was just autistic old me. I was weird. I was exhausted. I was anxious. I was nothing like the stories she had told me about Andy and what I had seen of her in the dreams. Always confident. Never stopping. Never afraid. And beautiful. I sighed and went numb. “What do you want me to do, Riko?” I asked and I knew the numbness, the exhaustion lingered but I had stopped hiding, masking with her a long time ago and I couldn’t put it back on again.

I really thought this would be a happy one. I mean I could have chosen a happy one but this is so deliciously angsty I couldn't help myself.

Alone

I sat at the edge of the pool, arms wrapped around my knees with my head resting on them. My back leaned against the big tree guarding one half of the pool. It was a pain in the ass to have the tree so close to the pool with all the leaves ending up in it, but I didn’t have to clean the pool, so I didn’t complain. Andy appeared in the doorway to the garden. Her eyes locked onto me and she walked around the pool to sit down next to me. Here we go. “Are you okay, Bran? I mean really?” I looked at her. The way her sable hair shimmered in the sun, the way her eyes were bluer than the tiles of the pool. Andromache the scythian was stunning and sad and always carried the weight of the world on her shoulders. And she wanted to add my weight to it as well and thought it was her duty. I had never met a person who had been more selfless than Andromache. “Yeah”, I said. “Really. I’m fine.” “You’ve been withdrawn.” “Because all of you treat me like I’m about to break.” I wasn’t. I didn’t break. I never did. I bent but never broke and that was the problem that had haunted me all my life. “Listen, I get it if you don’t want to talk about it”- “Do you though?” I asked and couldn’t help the sharp tone in my voice. “Why poke and prod if you get it?” “I want you to know I’m here”, Andy didn’t take my anger personally, she never did and I was never actually angry at her. I didn’t think I could. The honesty on her face was disarming. “I’m really here. It’s not just something I say. I’m here whenever you need.” I sighed and had to look away. I knew my ruminating thoughts wouldn’t leave me alone and Andy… she was old enough to actually give me a good answer on this. I had a good inkling on what Nicky and Joe would say. And I didn’t need Booker’s opinion in this. The man was an expert in wallowing in self pity. “Do you think killing a person makes you a monster?” Andy stiffened. “You’re not a monster, Bran.” “That’s not what I asked”, I shot her a glare. Andy frowned. “No, I don’t think killing someone makes you a monster. It depends on why you killed them.” My eyes flew over her face. “Do you still feel something when you kill a person?” “No.” And that single word was filled with so much pain. Pain about what she had done, what she had lost, what she thought was a terrible flaw about herself. I huffed and looked at the soft waves in the pool. “You think you’re a monster.” “I have entire centuries where the only thing I can remember is blood. I’m not sure monster applies anymore”, I was pretty sure the tone of Andy’s voice at this point was the definiton of haunted. Literal armies of ghosts lingered in between the words. Great. Now I felt bad for making her relieve everything terrible. “I’m sorry.” “It’s okay. It’s not your fault.” I shook my head. Unsure if I still wanted to voice my next words. “It’s okay to feel bad about this, Bran”, Andy said softly. “To feel it all.” The anger bubbled in my chest again. “That’s the problem Andy”, I looked back at her, “I didn’t feel anything. I still don’t feel anything. All my life people told me it’s terrible if you take a life. Every book I read, movies I watched, everyone talked about the weight of taking a life. Of what it can do to you, survivors guilt and all that and here I am and I don’t feel anything. In the moment I killed him, I felt only rage. I don’t feel guilty for ending this man's life. There was nothing special about it. It was just there and gone.” There was no horror on her face. No judgement. “I killed someone and I feel more pretentious guilt about not feeling guilty than feeling guilty or bad about it. I feel… I think.. I don’t know”, I kept my eyes on her face. “Still think I’m not a monster?”

Bran and Andy always give me so many feels. Another story I should really revisit. Also not the oneshot I was thinking about when I thought of alone, but I adore it!

If you read all of this I'm very impressed. Also I'm not talking about how this is all about Andy (and all the characters are women just to mention it (Andy wlw supremacy)

#tag games #schreiber schreibt #andromache the scythian

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15, 21, 29, 32! tyr c; and B) what inspired you to create this character?

I said I was keeping these for patch day, and then I slept until they finished maintenance anyway. And then I further had to sit and stew on a few of them, lol. BUT ANYWAYS. There were some really fun ones in here, so thank you!

[Uncommon questions for OCs + their writers]

15. How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

Tyr’s genuine accent is, to steal Garza’s line, pure Dromund Kaas and it’s more than just the sound, it’s the way he often speaks. On the ‘job,’ at least. Nine is proper and trimmed, clear-cut around the edges like a soldier presents in their dress uniform - all the more razor-sharp in the rare times he’s incensed to enough anger as to raise his voice - it's incredibly rare because his anger typically manifests more like ice than fire, sharpening hissed words into quiet threats and stern glares more than explosive displays, but it has happened.

In general, Tyr doesn’t give his word lightly. He’s built a life on reading between the lines of others’ speech and is more than capable of speaking in the same quiet, roundabout ways of objectives and ideals when it comes to his work, but Tyr values his promises. When he tells someone they can rely on him, he’ll do all in his power not to disappoint. A Cipher is often acting and reacting almost simultaneously, but Tyr is almost always thinking before he lets words fly. As a Cipher, he needs information. As a leader, as a friend, he wants to make sure there’s no doubt about his commitment.

21. Why do they get up in the morning?

Tyr’s drive to keep doing, to keep taking apart bits and pieces of himself and reassembling them the way he does as both Cipher and Commander is the hope that him doing it will spare someone else the necessity and the pain. The older he’s gotten, the more of the same war in different shades he’s kept fighting, the more tired he grows of it, certainly, so it’s still perhaps relatively recently that Tyr has consciously been keeping a quiet eye on potential exit points. He grows weary of the absolute scale of it all. No one can keep striving for those kind of heights forever.

But, beneath it all, he does genuinely believe in what he’s crawling through all this muck for. He believes in people having the ability to make their choices, to lead their own lives. Idealism, in a way, has gotten him this far, and he’ll keep digging for it until his legs give out from under him and he’s unable to stagger back to even his knees in recovery if he has to.

He lives to see some kind of end. He’s not sure every morning what that ‘end’ is, or if it’s the same as the one the morning before. He’d like to hope its one where he can see Theron’s still half-asleep smile in the mirror appear over his shoulder a lot more often and with a lot less stress holding both of them back, but… that’s an ideal. And Tyr rarely has the heart to truly sugarcoat things. Obscure them in half-truths, certainly. But it’s harder to outright mask that part of his honesty.

His smaller scale reasons, then, are things like seeing that smile, being able to hold Theron’s hand. The skies over Odessen are honestly some of his favorite - it’s the closest he’s ever been to calling a physical place home. The simple joy of sitting behind flight controls. The camaraderie of sitting in the cantina banded together with some of the Alliance’s long-term personnel, listening to chatter and friendly bullshitting.

Yes, there’s a lot of pressure on his shoulders. It weighs heavy. But he’s got more of those little things to fight for these days than he’s had in… a long time.

29. Do they usually live up to their own ideals?

Keke, yes and no. And only ‘yes’ if you allow him to maintain the double standard with which he functions. Arguably links back to the last question in that Tyr deconstructs, reconstructs, and bends pieces of himself because he’s been doing it long enough and with the still somewhat-naive hope that it might spare even one other person from going through the pain. The problem with that, then, is that he’s kind of shit at enforcing his own boundaries because he’s more or less willing to shift most of them around based on the job or role he’s being expected to play.

Tyr does not take kindly to others being forced into those scenarios, however. If he has any authority in the situation, he can be almost vehement in his correction. He’ll draw attention to himself as a distraction if that makes it easier. So, bottom line, probably… not really. Not in a way that others would agree with, I imagine. Not at his core, when he genuinely pledges I will do anything for you to someone. That “anything” has incredibly few exceptions. And, even if he gets better with time and the right people around him to encourage him out of living so deep in the past and the way he’s wired himself for so long, he’d still prefer to throw himself upon the pyre first before he compromises someone else.

32. Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke?

Few had consistent stories to tell about Cipher Nine, even among his own crewmates. Tyr has, however, occasionally made Theron nearly choke on his caf by, rather unprompted-like and very dryly, musing that, “I’ve heard Belsavis is nice this time of year,” particularly in the thick of trying to reconcile Imperial and Republic differences in the Alliance. Theron’s threatened to punch him. Lana makes that disapproving face. You know the one. Tyr still hasn’t told Theron the exact details of what he really knows about prior operations on the planet. If Lokin’s been within earshot, he hasn’t physically shown it, but I’m sure it’s scribbled down as a concerned note somewhere to make disapproving parental faces at him at some point.

Also, rumors about Tyr’s prior musical training and experience follow him into the Alliance. Let’s just say that one night, when the drinks were flowing particularly easily, some personnel may or may not have initiated a dance-off. Aygo has been dealing with distracted troops gossiping about their Commander essentially ever-since. Lana’s sworn to secrecy, Theron might blush almost as red as his jacket if a particularly determined individual tries to wrangle the secrets out of him, and the Commander? The Commander merely smiles wryly before sipping carefully on his caf. Theron’s scowling behind him about that smug expression.

B) What inspired you to create this character?

Tyr’s "creation myth" has become my favorite joke (... or running gag? Bc this is. Genuinely how it just Happened) lately because he was very, very genuinely meant to be “just some guy.” I’d gone through probably about half of the other class stories before I finally decided one night I’d cave and see what all the Imperial Agent hype was all about, but I’d also heard it was best played last because it’s good. Went double because I have a soft spot for the spy-action flicks in my heart.

Honks clown nose, I can concur that it’s good. Couldn’t tell anybody else to practice restraint and save it for last though because obviously I’m obsessed.

Anyway, so I very consciously remember telling myself “make just some guy, some like, generic pretty-boy lookin’ ass, so he… maybe won’t consume your entire existence.” Like a fuckin’ clown. And then I gave him gray eyes. Like an absolute buffoon. I was doomed from the start. And Tyr came together relatively… as the story unfolded with him. I’d say I found his morals, despite his loyalty first - or relatively early at least, so I had to ask what had created that in someone who’d grown up in the heart of the Empire? That led me into his somewhat rocky relationship with his family and how, in a sense, he was a bit of an outcast among them, so he found his place outside of their path, outside of the sharp gaze of his mother, that both exposed him to some of the more shadowed elements of the Empire when he was still young and played into his dedication to the work later. Tyr is a product of his training more than Imperial science projects, which I think ultimately plays into how Nine is seen as an unpredictable and almost rogue element that can’t be controlled. There’s still an edge of human to the operative - the kind of independent decision-maker Keeper admired and wished to maintain in a field agent, but exactly the kind of agent that was quick-witted enough to become self-aware of the precarious line he walked between duty and scorning their would-be masters.

Anyway, I guess the more, like, deep story to his creation is his name and that is also mostly a series of accidents. I wasn’t really in the throes of a Dragon Age phase iirc, but it was on my mind, and I liked the sound of ‘Teyrn,’ which in short for the non-Dragon Age among us (hilariously, I’m not the biggest DA person either to be explaining this) is a nobility title. And the rest is just kind of, again, a series of happy accidents until I had a name that was fun to say to my little monkey brain. Which ultimately gave us ‘Tyr’ from a longer in-game keysmash lookin’ bastard because, eventually, he consumed my soul and I decided I’d be obnoxious on the blorbo website about it. So, he needed like. An actually decent name.

And, topically, I think I yolo’ed the shit out of not knowing his full name until, like, the Alliance era. Because suddenly, I was dealing with characters that had no reason to call him ‘Nine’ and more understandable reasons to actually know his name. ‘Deckard’ I think I pulled together from… influence from a spy-esque character in a movie that came out a few years ago. Don’t embarrass me if I admit it might have been one of the Fast & Furious titles, okay? I don’t remember for sure. So, uh… I suppose, in short, a series of happy accidents, lmao. ‘Tyr’ also having such vague mythological ties as it may is another one of the happy accidents, though possibly something my subconscious influenced when I settled that that was his full first name. Either way, the uncertainty around the mythological figure played well with the role of a Cipher to my monkey brain - perhaps particularly with Nine’s nebulous legacy as the last survivor of Imperial Intelligence, both their pride and, perhaps, part of their downfall.

#answered #ch: tyr #uncommon oc questions

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One of my main hcs is that Rhea is the only Nabatean we know who's directly Sothis' child, and there were a lot more of them who were born like Cethleann (full lizard). But because of their long life and social structure, pretty much everyone knows one another and is at least on friendly terms.

Turtle, Birdie and Cichol may be siblings but it doesn't really matter cuz Cethleann calls every nabatean who is close to her father's age uncle/auntie :')

The birth order goes: Cichol > Indech > Macuil > Pan > Rhea > Cethleann

General Pan stuff:

He's the Metal Dragon. His crest ability allows him to control metallic objects, kinda like telekinesis but only for metals. This is a lot more powerful in his dragon form, where he can liquidify his metallic scales and make pretty much anything he wants. His title is Glimmering Armour cuz he's very sturdy and shiny.

The Fire Dragon is his sister! But she's Luín now RIP. It was getting hit by her that made him force-transform. He knows a lot of fire magic because she's awesome.

Out of the surviving ones he's closest to Rhea cuz they were good friends pre-zanado. He's the one who taught her swordsmanship cuz he's considered one of the best. He also got to know Indech better during WoH cuz they're both holed up together lol. He visits the pond often to talk and hang out.

He and Macuil have a weird rivalry type relationship. They will badmouthing each other at every opportunity and will get into fights sometimes. Macuil is better at magic and Pan is better at physical/weapons arts. Pan/Macuil rivals to lovers 2000+ years slow burn

He didn't have a high opinion of Willhelm because he was Going Though It and willy's kinda stupid. He knew smth was going on with Seiros and Willy but he really didn't want to think about it so all he ever really said was 'your taste in men is horrible'.

The damaged crest stone caused the magic flow in his body to become unstable, that's why he force-transformed like that. In his travels after WoH he pretty much had to relearn magic and was able to get everything back under control so he's better now! But the damage can't be fully undone so now he can't go into regenerative sleep and his normal self-healing has gone down. He can still transform normally but has to stay in one form for at least a few days before turning back, otherwise he might damage his body/crest stone even more.

To answer your questions:

In his travels he was able to see how Adrestia kept falling into depravity and became disillusioned with humanity. By the time of the rebellion he doesn't have a sliver of hope in the nobles or their emperor.

He hadn't met Rhea since he left after the war. He had no clue where Cichol and Cethleann are. He doesn't want to involve other nabateans anyway because he fears for their safety. But he will put himself in danger because self-worth issues and he believes he can't be relic'd with the damaged crest stone. Imagine Rhea's surprise when she arrives at Charon for the peace treaty and sees who Faerghus' strategist is.

He liked humans and thought they were okay but kinda weird pre-zanado. That later changed to 'I may not like humanity much now but that doesn't mean I'm gonna punish children for the sins of their parents.' Fighting with Loog and Faerghus gang brought him hope. They showed him that people aren't so bad after all! But having a child with a human is a big no-no in his books.

He dotes on Cethleann and later Cyril a lot! He considers himself 'the cool uncle', doing stuff like teaching them swear words, making them treats, keeping an eye on them without being overbearing, etc. They think he's very cool.

Yes, he dyed his hair, and got very annoyed with others when they didn't do it properly.

- Lizard Pan anon

Ooh!

my dumb comments under the cut!

The birth order goes: Cichol > Indech > Macuil > Pan > Rhea > Cethleann

Boomer Seteth lol "Nabateans those days with their hair dye and spins and humans and whatnot"

The Fire Dragon is his sister! But she's Luín now RIP. It was getting hit by her that made him force-transform

I had a similar HC, that being "hit" by a Relic does weird shenanigans to a Nabatean, and if their crests are similar/compatible it hijacks their own magic, sometimes messing up with their transformations.

Out of the surviving ones he's closest to Rhea cuz they were good friends pre-zanado. He's the one who taught her swordsmanship cuz he's considered one of the best.

Is he the one who taught her how to spin with a sword? But I always loved the idea of Seiros the Warrior having been taught stuff by her brothers, magic comes from Macuil, brawling from Indech... Cichol tried to teach her how to use a spear, but she only went to D rank because he was boring, or something.

Or worse, Rhea, as Seiros the Warrior, tells Pan "look brother, I refine your technique, now I spin in midair, and this move is very cool and deadly!"

He also got to know Indech better during WoH cuz they're both holed up together lol. He visits the pond often to talk and hang out

"Look at those humans. They're too loud, and they do stupid things."

"I prefer to run away from Cichol, he started to have a rant about proper conduct when two humans started to hold hands. I couldn't stand it."

"Do we talk about Macuil?" "No."

He and Macuil have a weird rivalry type relationship. They will badmouthing each other at every opportunity and will get into fights sometimes.

Funny how we all hc Macuil as the idiot who will get into fights, but he is also the one who insults people freely (in the lolcalisation he disses on Sothis, but in the jp version, he disses on Seteth instead lol). "who needs stupid human weapons when one can use magic??" "maybe you're just jealous because you are weaker than a human!"

"Pan, look, Willy swallowed a noodle through his nose, isn't he awesome?"

"Do you really want an answer?"

Oh, I had a kind of similar HC for Cichol - the trauma after losing his wife and Cethleann was so heavy and he spent 1k years angsting about Cethleann that his body became unstable, and that's why he cannot transform anymore - theoretically, he can since he managed to relearn magic (even if he sucks at it compared to his fam) - but the trauma from the WoH nerfs him unconsciously (instead of "real" damage like your Pan) and he cannot go in "lizard sleep mode" or heal as fast as a Nabatean should.

(macuil calls him a cripple and insults him because he's an ass)

btw, what's your hc about Seteth losing his powers and ability to transform?

became disillusioned with humanity. By the time of the rebellion he doesn't have a sliver of hope in the nobles or their emperor.

So it's more of a middle ground - he doesn't have hope in them but still doesn't want to kill the descendants of the Elites, hopefully some Faerghians (again? Or it's the first time in canon?) made him have faith in humans again!

Imagine Rhea's surprise when she arrives at Charon for the peace treaty and sees who Faerghus' strategist is.

"if you ever want to come to garreg Mach, there's a room for you"

And then Charon thought those words were meant for him, and didn't know what to say - but passed on those words to his descendants, and that's why Cassandra knew (besides of her other reasons for turning to Rhea in time of duress) that Garreg Mach would be a safe place to hide when the Kingdom called her a traitor lol

They showed him that people aren't so bad after all! But having a child with a human is a big no-no in his books!

"sister what have you done with your stupid human - sister?"

I Hcd Cyril as the one who tells Rhea Seteth is super cool and he wants to be like him later on, which makes her so confused, Cichol?? Cool?? Will Cethleann finally be able to join the Blue Lions for "training" if Uncle Pan looks after her? Will Cichol accept it? (as if they care about his opinion anyways!).

Also : Hair dye is a very srs business

#Lizard Pan anon #ooh #you have a lots of super interesting ideas !!#willy being stupid is fanon at this point lol #i'm sorry tumblr ate my reply with the other hcs post #but i still have it in my inbox #it'll just be in another post :(#FE16 #I love all those hcs so much lol #nabatean stuff

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Writing Prompt

Please write up your normal day but make it cyberpunk example:

The first size chirping of my digital alarm brings me out of the hazy sleep I barely got last night into a tactile world of sunlight and stuffy air that seeps in through my windows and past my air filter. I can already hear the sounds of the city outside of my window the film of grime on it giving everything a hazy look. I look away from the window to the universe and the palm of my hand. A 19 by 9 window Of 8 million pixels flares to life with a simple button push infinite configurability and it's the closest thing we have to the morning post Only a lot less friendly. The online forums are already active and justice like the city that never sleeps they continue to share, message and post reminding me that even after I die and my body is cremated the net will buzz on barely noticing my existence.

I leave the cubicle in my room and walk into my kitchen oh this tiny apt. I grabbed my cup and fill it with dihydrogen monoxide. I put it into a machine that blasts it with microwaves to make the molecules jiggle to simulate heat we don't even have real fire anymore just directed energy. As that's happening I spend the next 30 minutes playing catch up on all the things I missed in the twilight loneliness of my room while I slept. The only real connection now come what I see on my screen. The directed energy box beeps and lets me know that my dihydrogen oxide is Finally hot I steep my black tea I'm pouring some ultra filtered milk.

My com chirps once more encrypted message from my boss he needs me come in. He needs me to set up new cloud servers. I'm a Sysadmin. While the code Jockeys are tapping away all night to build you your quick serve applications. I'm the one who keeps it all running who keeps the firewalls hot so the keyboard cowboys don't tear it all down for the LOL's.

I spin up my encrypted Messenger making sure to set it to its maximum settings. I can already hear the transistors in my phone worrying as I type out my message and it prepares to send a 256bit encrypted message to the other side of the country.

We don't even work in the same cities anymore everything's remote. I even work from home. I've never even really touched a physical server in my entire life no I'd log in through command line interfaces plugged right into my eye sockets to the screen in my hand pair it it takes me a few moments to configure the servers spinning them up and then setting them out to their tasks like good little soldiers .

Cloud computing is all the rage but at the end of the day it's all just someone elses computer and I don't trust anything important anymore to be on someone elses system. If I don't own the network then I don't put anything sensitive on it anymore.

As I watched the code scroll as my configuration sets up I check the news and see a new cyberattack takes down AT&T the largest network in the country taking most phone services offline. For me I set up my own years ago piggybacking on the network this city set up. Yeah I said I'm a system administrator but it doesn't mean I wasn't a hacker in a past life you all got to start somewhere.

I see that pharmaceutical networks are being Disrupted by the digital chaos. I checked the configuration on the rest of the servers to make sure they're hardened just in case this stupidity continues. I drink down my tea and I decided it's time for me to head outside and meet up with a few friends I have left in this city

I put on my air filtration mask filtering 99.999% of all the air I breathe to keep out The noxious and polluted air but to also protect me from the return of the flu and covid19. Add over to my elevator and take it down and as I pass the various floors in here the voices of my neighbors talking once I'm on the ground floor I hear my neighbor Gloria arguing with the security guard about who they should vote for president doesn't matter they're both digital sock puppets nothing's going to change. I hear Gloria ask her phone her facts about one of the candidates the AI on her phone reaches out into the net and scoops up the most convenient pieces of information and presented to her just how she wants it curated to exactly the way she wants to see the world. I drawn out the political nonsense by putting in headphones and tuning into a consensual hallucination does it make my way to the Enter way to the trains.

#writing prompts #nyc #cyberpunk #funny

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gwydionae · 5 months

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Link, 2, 10, 25

Ooh, I am gonna cheat and talk about whatever Link I want for all of these instead of just picking one! XD

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

I have been a weeping mess about the fact that the Hero's Shade from TP was confirmed to be the Link from OoT/MM ever since I found out about it, and I mean this in the best possible way. XD I love my brave yet tragic Hero of Time so much. <3 (Yeah, I know it was only in Hyrule Historia, not the games themselves, but I'm counting it, dang it! I love it too gosh darn much not to!)

10. Could you be best friends with this character?

I think there are some versions I could be best friends with, and the others it's not we couldn't be best friends so much as I just feel like we probably wouldn't be. Like, BotW Link, for example. He is very serious in his job as a knight, and I don't think I'm friendly enough to get him to open up. SS Link, on the other hand, just goes to school, seems a little be lazy, is pretty nice and friendly, but is also just a good dude in a general sense. I think of all of them, he'd be the one I'd wind up closest to.

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

LOL Well, he didn't exactly have a lot of personality back in the NES days, but I liked him all the same. XD I enjoyed the short, stumpy elf guy running around without pants on setting random trees on fire... and I find BotW/TotK Link to be similar enough. XD Seriously, though, my first impression wasn't all that deep, but the more games I played - the more versions I got to meet along the way - the more I liked him. I like how he isn't quite the exact same in every game. How sometimes he's just a sweet kid, but other times he can be sassy. But he always cares about the people closest to him and will do anything for them. Heck, it's not even limited to his friends - there are plenty of times he'll go out of his way to help someone who asks (especially if you do the trading game/side quest stuff). But then you also have moments like BotW Link conning the creepy guy around Gerudo Town into giving up all his fancy boots or OoT Link throwing Ruto to solve a puzzle, rounding him out just a bit. XD

So yeah, I know that being a largely silent hero protagonist can sometimes mean he doesn't have a ton of depth, but I love what you can glean from his interactions with the other characters, even in the less technologically advanced games. He's my favorite video game character, and I'll always love him. <3

#the legend of zelda #thanks for the ask!#man i did not know how to approach that last one so i just started rambling XD #i just love link ok #like all of them #some more than others but that's to be expected with a series as long-standing as zelda #it was fun to talk about him for a bit #thanks <3

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renohasbigtits · 3 years

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Could you do the bros trying to woo their comically oblivious crush? Like the boys are trying to drop hints but SO just does not pick up on it unless the boys straight up say something like “I want to kiss you. On the mouth. Romantically.” (I just get a kick out of the “oblivious love interest” because I also don’t understand subtle hints lol)

This is sooo me. I’m Autistic so I miss when people are flirting with me 😅

Also you’d be surprised how many people how already done a Chocobros with a oblivious crush.

I almost denied this request because so many have done it already but why the hell not?

Here we goooo!

Noctis

He doesn’t know how much patience he has left. Your a lot more clueless than he thought...

He’s tried to flirt with you, but you just don’t pick up on them! He’s getting a bit frustrated.

“Is she/he/they doing this on purpose?!” he thinks.

Eventually, He turns to Ignis for help.

Ignis suggests that he should just straight up tell you how he feels.

It takes awhile but he finally builds up the courage to confess to you.

He invites you to his place and you curiously walk inside, unaware of what’s gonna happen.

“Noct... you said that you wanted to talk to me about something, is everything ok?”

Noct thought for a second before starting.

“Y/n...I really like you.”

“Aww! I like you to Noct!”

He annoyingly sighed.

“Seriously?” He said annoyed.

That caught your attention. Why was he annoyed?

“What’s wrong Noct?”

He turned to you and sighed one more.

“I have feelings for you.”

“I-

“I’m IN love with you Y/n.”

You were so shocked. You literally had no idea!

“Noct I-

“It’s fine. I know it’s sudden and probably weird and-

You stopped him mid-sentence and held his arm, tightly and lovely.

“I love you too, Noct.”

Poor baby. Frozen up like a scared kitty.

But it worked, so it was worth it.

“Me too Y/n.”

Prompto

He’s always had a thing for you but you didn’t seem to noticed.

Not like it was completely your fault.

Prompto has a very bad habit of self sabotaging himself, before he can tell you how he feels.

Until today!

He invited you to a photo shoot at the river and you were the model!

You were so excited to be his model but obviously, he planned to confess his feelings to you.

Once you both reached to the river, Prompto awkwardly turned to you and tried to make conversation.

“So uh... pretty weather today eh?”

“Yeah! Perfect day for pictures!” You smiled.

That smile. That smile he fell in love with.

He started blushing hard and you noticed it.

“What’s wrong? Are you feeling ok?”

“Oh uh..y-yeah! I’m just uh damn.” He swerved away. Ashamed that he failed again.

You didn’t understand what was wrong with him but you wanted to help him.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Uhhh..” Oh my god, his face was red as a tomato.

“Listen, I don’t know what’s going on but I want you to know that it’s ok if you want to talk to me to about it. I’m all ears.”

“...”

“C’mon Prompto. Silence isn’t going to make me underst-

“WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME?” He yelled out.

The sudden confession caught you off guard.

“Uh sorry! F-forget I said anything!” He awkwardly tried to playing it cool. Oh Prompto.

“Prompto.”

“...Yeah?”

You gave him a small peck on his freckled cheek.

“I’d would love to go out with you.”

Ignis

He said he would never fall in love. He dedicated his whole life to Noct. He didn’t need anyone else.

Well that was... until he met you.

You were so delicate. Did everything at ease. Calm and sweet, you were a beam of light.

A beam of light that went into Ignis’s heart. He fell in love.

He tried for so long to keep his feelings under wrap. He didn’t wanna come off as “unprofessional”.

But he couldn’t keep it to himself anymore. True love was a rare thing you see, and it shouldn’t be wasted.

He didn’t wanna lose you.

He made a plan. Make a fancy dinner with your favorite food, drink, and most importantly,

Confess his feelings towards you.

Since he was very aware of your nativity, he thought that a direct approach would help.

You entered his small but nice little apartment, smelling the delicious food cooking.

“Ah! That smells so good!”

Ignis giggled. Your positivity was something he deeply admired about you.

“Why, thank you darling. It’ll taste good as it smells.” He smiled back at you.

20 minutes passed, it was done and your both sat done to eat this wonderful meal.

It was delicious! Every taste was like heaven! You loved it so much.

But one thing was confusing you; what was this for?

Ignis didn’t speak to you much. And when he did, it was professional and monotone.

Tonight was different. He was smiling and seem beaming with happiness.

It was a different side of Ignis. A side that was rare but you were lucky enough to see it.

“Ignis..”

“Yes Y/n?”

“This was such a great meal.” You started “I’ve never had such a great meal until now.”

Ignis nodded contently.

“..But...” That ‘but’ got Ignis’s attention. “But what is this for?”

Although you his face didn’t show much emotion, his eyes does all the talking.

His eyes basically said “There on to me.”

Ignis coughed before saying,

“I made to show my feelings towards.”

“Oh.” You said. Thinking he was just being kind and wanted to share his feelings about you in a ‘friendly’ way.

“Well, thank you for for meal. I’ll be going.”

Ignis’s eyes deepen. “They didn’t get it, did they?!”

Ignis realizing his plan was failing and not waiting to wait anymore, he got in front of the door.

“Y/n. Perhaps I should be more direct.”

“What do you mean? I thought it was-

“I have feelings for you, darling. For awhile, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“...Ignis..”

“I wanted to show my feelings through food but that didn’t work.” He chuckled a bit. Laughing at his own “failure”.

The realization hit you. The Ignis Scientia was in love with you?

“Ignis I-

“You don’t need to say anything darling. I was-

You interrupted him by giving him a big hug.

Any affection was foreign to Iggy and usually, unwanted. But this was the few exception.

You snuggled to his clothing. It was warm and comfortable.

“I love you Iggy.” You whispered to his chest.

Oh his heart was on fire tonight. His plan was a success.

“I love you too, Y/n.”

Gladiolus

This man was a known womanizer.

Every woman loved him and every man wanted to be him.

Who could blame them? He was strong, had a cool hawk tattoo, beautiful eyes and hair.

But he was also feared.

He looked intimidating. He could fight anyone if he wanted to.

But that’s a front.

Deep down, he’s a gentle giant underneath.

He wanted to love anyone just as anyone else wanted.

You saw the true Gladiolus.

A kind, smart, book reader, strong of course but more than his strength.

That’s what Gladio loved about you. You knew the Real Gladio.

He couldn’t help but fall for you.

But he was frustrated with his lack of progress with you, due to your lack of awareness to his feelings towards you.

He was sure he was so obvious but you mistook as “friendliness”.

He finally had enough and was going to tell you straight up, that he was in love with you.

“Y/n!” He called to you.

“Oh hi Gladly! What can I do for you today?”

“I love you.”

“Aww.” You touched. Gladio was never known to say ‘I love you’ especially to the people that were closest to him. “I love you to!”

“Really?!” He said suprised even that didn’t work!

“What?”

“You don’t get it do you?”

“What? What’s up?”

“I’m in love with you!” He looked at you with a little smirk seeing your shocked and embarrassed face.

“I didn’t know.” You whispered.

“I thought I was being kinda obvious!”

You stood there awkwardly and having a hard time looking into his eyes.

You felt embarrassed for not knowing sooner.

Gladiolus smugly said “it’s ok, just say you’ll go on a date with me.”

You giggled. His blunt humor seemed to calm your nerves.

“I would like to go on a date with you, Gladio.”

A/N: This is different eh? I want to try something new.

Hopefully you like it!

Also sorry this took so long! Depression is a real bitch :/

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manonblaqkbeak · 3 years

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Fire and Ice

hello, hope you’re all doing well. i’m doing a double feature today since its the 20th here in aus. so todays fic is for day 19 and 20 (like, if u squint lol).

its a lil bit more angsty then i planned for it to be in the beginning, but its got some fluff at the end. (also, again, i borrowed the 10 month pregnancy plot from acotar)

1.9k words

enjoy!

The bathroom tiles were cool against Aelin's clammy skin as she slowed her breathing. As she willed herself to stop feeling so dizzy.

Four months into her first pregnancy and Aelin soon came to realise what the worst part of pregnancy; the morning sickness.

Or, as Aelin liked to call it, 'whenever it rutting happened' sickness. Morning, midnight, dawn, she often found herself running towards a bathroom, emptying her stomach loudly for the whole damned kingdom to hear.

She was aware of the rumours flying around, that there were friendly bets going throughout the city as to whether or not Terrasen was going to have a prince or princess (apparently, the majority were betting for a boy, but Aelin didn't care what she had, as long as they were healthy), but neither her or Rowan confirmed the pregnancy, and so the rumours stayed as gossip, until she and Rowan were comfortable enough to officially announce it.

Aelin wanted to wait because of how hard it was to conceive—it had taken her and Rowan over three years to be successful, and while she knew that three years wasn't that long, it was still hard when nothing happened—and was scared that if she said it out loud, then something horrible would happen. She hadn't even told her friends, although she knew that they knew; the rumours would have reached them. She appreciated that they hadn't asked either of them. Other than Rowan, the only other person that knew of her pregnancy was her personal healer, Magnolia. Other than Yrene, the demi-Fae was a healer than Aelin felt comfortable around, because even after a decade later, she still had nightmares about her time in Maeve and Cairn's cruel hands, the never ending chain of healers coming to fix her so she could be tortured again and again.

Rowan wanted to wait because of everything that happened to Lyria and their child. There were many nights when Aelin would wake up and find Rowan just watching her, his hand against her slowly growing stomach, and not only could she see the pain in his eyes as he thought back on what happened all those centuries ago, she could also feel it, like a living thing. Aelin knew that Rowan did his best to stop her from sensing his dread, but she wasn't a fool, and she would have known how he was feeling even if they didn't have the bond between them, even if she was miles away, she would know.

The bathroom door opened and Rowan was helping her up, his hands warm and gentle against her clammy skin.

Aelin was far too tired to ask if one of her handmaids called for Rowan after Aelin ran from their shared closest and into the bathroom, or if he felt her distress through the bond.

It was probably both. She would ask once her head stopped spinning.

Resting her head against her mate's chest, Aelin breathed in his scent, letting the pine-and-snow of him calm her senses. His strong arms wrapped around her, his tattooed hand running up and down the length of her spine as his right hand was a steady presence against her lower back.

How long they stayed like that, Aelin wasn't sure, but once her head stopped spinning, she rinsed her mouth out to get rid of the pungent vomit taste that was lingering. Once satisfied that the taste was gone, Aelin let Rowan lead her to bed—not the closest.

“Rowan—” she started to say, but her husband cut her off.

“That was a strong one, and Magnolia said that it's best to rest afterwards.” So he felt it through the bond, then. “I'll take over, and you can stay in and read that book you've been eyeing all week.”

She should say no, that she was fine, but a day of rest did sound nice and probably something she desperately needed without knowing it—and she really had been wanting to read the book that Dorian had sent her the other week (which she had to write a detailed review of when she sent it back. It was one of her favourite past times, especially if it was a book that Dorian loved, but she didn't particularly like, because his response to her review was always the most dramatic thing that always made her laugh).

“Fine,” Aelin said, “I'll rest and you can go deal with Head Teacher of the Academy.”

Rowan groaned at the mention. The Fae male that ruled the magic school was nice, but just so damned pedantic that he had a say about everything. And everything was falling apart, according to him, despite the fact that the school was built only five years ago. “I swear,” Rowan grumbled, “that if he complains to me that the school halls aren't the right shade of brown, I'll throw him out the window.”

Aelin laughed, because she had said the same thing when the male had come around complaining that the roof tiles were crooked last month and she had sent Rowan to check on said tiles (and what a surprise to absolutely no one that the tiles weren't at all crooked), but that wasn't enough for the Head Teacher, when he came back the next week, he wanted the tiles replaced.

If he wasn't so damned talented and good with children and running the school, she would have had him fired for being a nuisance. But unfortunately, neither she or Rowan couldn't just get rid of him because he was annoying.

“Make sure that your shirt is tucked in neatly, or you'll get the same speech about cleanliness like last time.”

Rowan flared his nostrils at that, but said nothing as he got up and changed his crumpled tunic for a fresh one—not at all tucked in—and began his fussing.

Truthfully, she was surprised that he lasted that long.

He left her a glass of water, and a pitcher full of the liquid on her nightstand, and the bowl of seasonal fruit next to it. Next was opening the balcony doors to let in the fresh air, and then the fluffing of pillows and straightening of the quilt and bed sheets—Aelin may have teased him a little by saying that the sheets were too tight, and then too loose, having to bite her lip to stop herself from laughing as he huffed at her ever-changing mind, until she decided that the sheets were just right after five minutes of readjusting.

Aelin watched it all with a small smile on her face, even as she grumbled about his fussing tendencies—but she knew he did it from a place of love, and that he wanted her and the baby to be comfortable.

He even went as far as to check her forehead, and gave her a wash cloth to freshen her up from her earlier sweating. At least she was already in a cotton nightgown and didn't have to get changed—although she knew that if she had too, Rowan would have brought the clothes over himself.

Once he was satisfied that Aelin was comfortable, he left with a kiss on the lips and a promise that he would see her once he was free, Aelin cracked open the book, but fell asleep thirty minutes later with an unexpected headache, a hand on her stomach.

X X X X X X

It was a rare day when Rowan had an empty afternoon, there was always someone to see, something to do, someone to write back to, that when Rowan finished his meeting with the Lords and Ladies of Terrasen and there was no one waiting for him in the audience chamber, Rowan was the first to leave the meeting, needing to check on Aelin. He hated how pale she looked when he left, but when he spoke to Magnolia quickly, the skilled healer told him that it was perfectly normal, but she would check in on Aelin to make sure that everything was okay—and since he wasn't called for during any of his meetings, he took that as a sign that things were fine.

The fact that the bond was quiet also assured him. He had tugged on it during at some point when one of the Lords was rambling, and he got a tired tug back, effectively telling him that Aelin was sleeping. So he let her be, and he sat in his worried state alone.

Rowan was excited for the baby, to take this step with Aelin, but Gods, he'd also hadn't been this tense, this paranoid that something was going to happen in so long. Rowan didn't think he'd feel like himself until he held their child in his arms, but Aelin still had six months to go.

And sometimes...sometimes he found himself wondering about the child he lost with Lyria. What they would have looked liked, if they would have been tall and broad like him, or slim like her. He also wondered how long their child would have been safe before Maeve claimed the child, having them trained to be a warrior like Rowan, or if Maeve would have cast them aside like she had done to Lyria, who Maeve saw as nothing but a pawn to use and toss aside.

His thoughts kept spiralling, his mind going from one thing and another, but stopped when he heard the sloshing of water and a relived sigh once he got closer to his rooms. He made his way through the space and soon came to the bathroom where Aelin was resting against the porcelain tub. Her skin was a light pink from the hot water, but otherwise looked healthy.

Rowan just stood and watched her for a moment and let the contentment from the bond wash over him. The steam danced through the air, carrying Aelin's scent with it, and the indescribable scent of their child within her.

“Are you going to stand there all afternoon?” Aelin asked, her eyes still closed, “or are you going to join me?”

Rowan decided to join her, managing to hold back his wince as he made contact with the boiling water—how Aelin found the hot as hell water relaxing he would never know.

When he was comfortably behind her, Aelin leaned against his chest, and took his hands and placed them against her growing belly.

“Magnolia visited me a few hours ago,” she said. “She says that soon the nausea will pass.”

“Good,” he said, letting the words settle in him.

Rowan was about to lean back against the bath when Aelin's fire filled the air in thin ribbons, moving as smoothly as water as it flew past him. His own magic moved in response, and soon his ice and wind joined her fire, going around the room, filling it up with the differences in temperature. And from the tub, a water butterfly the size of Aelin's palm lifted into the air, its movements delicate but strong as it came towards him. Aelin turned to look at him, her brows furrowed lightly in concentration.

The butterfly came to rest on his nose, and then exploded in his face.

Aelin laughed at his incredulous expression. Rowan shot forward and flicked water in her face, and soon almost all of the bath water was on the floor as they splashed at each other back and forth.

Rowan's troubles melted away with his ice and Aelin forgot about all of her nausea and stress temporarily.

Aelin couldn't wait to meet her baby, and she knew that Rowan was the same.

Six months couldn't come soon enough.

#rowaelin #rowaelinmonth #my work

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parvulous-writings · 3 years

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Slightly Unexpected // McCree x reader

Request: Can I make a request were McCree meets a new member of the team who happens to be a field medic with a big St. Bernard named Bosco. Everyone didn’t know that Bosco could speak except for Winston and soldier 76. And I mean he has the same intelligence as a human type. Like McCree finds out that his S/Os dog can speak during a mission when she hast to save him and drag him to a safe spot to be patched up. i’ve been obsessing over the creek for the past week and a half and this seems like a very funny idea that’s been playing in my mind for the past few days lol

Requested by: @wolvesbrigade

Summary: The request

Warnings: Violence, mention of injuries and blood

Words: 1.2K

Notes:Did I make Bosco sassy? Maybe. My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist!

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Initially, the assignment for the small team you supported was going incredibly well. Almost too well. There were four of you in all- a very small team indeed, but you didn’t need to go for overkill for this. It was merely defense, and of a small area to boot. It should’ve been fairly simple. Key words; Should have. As the battle wore on and on, you got a sinking feeling in your gut that you had severely underestimated the adversaries you were facing. How could you tell this? Well, in part because of how much you’re having to heal your teammates, but also because of how the more experienced in the team were starting to show signs of struggle. Jack Morrison- Soldier 76 to the masses- was one of the ones starting to struggle, having to slowly fall back to be able to deal with the enemy personnel safely.

The more tank-like colleague of yours had also started to draw close to the rest of the group, raising his shield to defend both the old soldier and yourself, as one last member on your team strayed out into the field, all by himself. This rugged vigilante was the gunslinger Jesse McCree- known by most to be an outlaw, and known to you specifically to be a man who makes almost nothing but reckless decisions. You were doing your best to help the two closest to you, with the aid of your loyal companion Bosco. The St Bernard was the one who held the majority of your healing capsules- modeled partially after Ana’s which served largely the same purpose. He’d ferry them back and forth between the two allies defending the point, whilst you helped Morrison dispatch your foes with your small firearm.

You had just about managed to get your feet stuck in the ground where you were supposed to be defending, when you heard a raspy voice through your earpiece: “I need.. I need some help over here!” It was Jesse, sounding out of breath, and in a reasonable amount of pain. You give a gentle sigh- it came as no surprise to your that it was McCree that was the first to essentially get downed. You looked to your companion, giving a low whistle to get his attention away from Reinhardt. “Bosco! Let’s get moving!” And with that, the pair of you dove into fire, taking out the lackeys that stood between you and the teammate who needed your assistance. For those you didn’t take down yourself, Bosco tackled and tore at them as they tried to take aim towards you- trying to take you out and weaken your team.

It took you a few minutes to find Jesse, who had managed to drag himself into a small corner, where he was able to stake out and defend himself with his peacekeeper. He had a rather nasty looking wound on his leg- a large, bloody patch around a bullet hole in his trouser leg. Bosco was the first of you two to approach him, looking him over for any other sign of any other, more life threatening injuries. The hound glanced over to you, his collar- designed especially for Bosco by Winston himself, based on similar technology used for Hammond the hamster- allowed him to inform you of what was McCree’s injury as you caught up and approached them. “Thankfully I think the bullet has missed the femoral artery.” You weren’t caught off-guard by the friendly yet oddly monotonous voice of your dog, but McCree certainly was. His jaw was almost in his lap- he had never actually been out in the field with you and Bosco, and Morrison had clearly failed to warn him of the collar and unique intelligence of your companion.

“The- the- he can-” McCree stuttered, and had Bosco been able to, he would have rolled his eyes. “Talk, yes. Thank you for the observation, Agent McCree, I hadn’t yet noticed.” Bosco replied sarcastically. Whilst they were conversing, you pulled two bandages from the pack around your waist- one to tie at least a fairly secure tourniquet, the other to dress his wound. Bosco took a small capsule from the bag draped over his back, breaking it carefully in his jaw over the wound and letting the golden liquid drip over the bloody hole in Jesse’s thigh. McCree winced, as the wound started to heal- but it would take a few minutes to heal properly, so you still fastened a makeshift tourniquet after dressing his wound. Bosco then nuzzled himself under Jesse’s arm, trying to pull him to his feet. You started to help, taking both of the cowboy’s hands in your own.

“You never told me the old dog could talk!” Jesse exclaimed through heavy breaths as you started to help him back towards the rest of your team. “Not that old,” Bosco pointed out, along with a computer generated sigh. “Ah... Sorry, Bosco.” The gunslinger replied, awkwardly. “Didn’t really have the need to mention it... Sorry, Jesse.” You chuckled as the two beings you held dearest fully interacted for the first time. You actually thought Jesse was taking it fairly well- you had expected a much more... Dramatic display. “Well, uh, thank you, both of you, for comin’ to fetch me...” Jesse chuckled as you finally rejoined the other half of your team. You sat the Southerner down near a piece of debris- where he could still shoot the odd enemy, but also rest his leg until a dropship arrived for you all. Bosco went and sat beside him, ready to move him should the barrier finally break and the group of you be overrun by those fighting against you.

Thankfully, you didn’t have to wait too long before you heard the familiar whir of an engine as the dropship started to approach from overhead. You had defended your point for long enough, now Overwatch’s own metallic forces were able to fight back instead of their valuable living soldiers. Bosco now started to help the injured gunslinger to his feet, and you soon joined to assist him onto the dropship. The man gave you a thankful look- a rarity from someone like Jesse. “You know... I’d like to take some tips from ya about satyin’ alive during combat... You seem to do it pretty darn well, so you seem like one of the best people to ask. Maybe we could discuss it over dinner?” He suggested, a smirk-like grin spreading over his lips. “Are you asking me out, McCree?” You ask him with a chuckle. He shrugs and nods slightly. “I might be... Is there any harm in that?” He asked you, a hint of sheepishness in his tone. “Only if you try anything funny.” Bosco jumped in, which caused both you and McCree to laugh.

“Don’t worry, I won’t try anything... Jus’ want to be a gentleman...” He looked to you, “If you’ll let me, o’ course...” He chuckled, and you smiled softly, beginning to nod at his words. “Alright... But only if neither of us are cooking.” You gestured between you and him, laughing gently as he nodded in agreement. “I was gonna suggest the same thing, darlin’.” He told you, “So, you got a date in mind?” “Saturday? Maybe... Half eight?” You suggested, and he nods eagerly. “Sounds brilliant, sugar.”

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McCree taglist: @rey-is-not-a-skywalker

#jesse mccree #mccree x reader #jesse mccree x reader #matt mercer #ourcree #overwatch #overwatch x reader

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juneviews · 2 years

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I think seans character is extremely complex. Like hes very mysterious, so far we know nothing about him except that his father was killed and that he was kinda poor growing up. That’s literally it. Who is he? Since he doesn’t seem to get on well with any of the gang members, why did he even join them in the first place? They don’t seem to care about each other at all and they are all in it for very individualistic reasons. Actually, sean seem to care the most so far. Im just very curious about how sean got to join black which looks like someone whom sean wouldnt get along with!! Their characters antagonize one another so much, and that’s exactly what white caught on from literally day 1! He was like yeah sean doesnt like black and its true cause like the sean was ready to punch black in the face for just standing in front of his door room. Like isn’t that weird? How much sean can’t tolerate black but would through himself in glazing fire to save his ass? When he didnt even bother to help him when he needed him before? When betrayed him? Why did sean help black? I dont get it.. well maybe i do. My take is that well… sean is extremely lonely. He has literally no one except namo and that’s literally it. Hes pretty closed of everyone. The only people hes (kinda) familiar with are the gang? So even though he doesn’t like black and doesnt trust him one bit and even though black doesn’t care about him and wouldn’t go out his way to help him in anyway, sean still doesn’t want him to get hurt. Because hes one of the very few people sean has in his life. It’s so sad how sean seems so wary of everyone. So closed of. So lonely. So full of rage and revenge seeking :( what a freaking sad life. We havent even seen him smile ONCE :(. And its gonna so bad thats he gonna fall for white but he knows him as black and thats gonna be a damn shock

okay so as you know if you've read my sean essay & other asks I've answered about him, we can all agree that boi is super lonely for sure! I feel like I might be able to answer a few of your questions, though of course I might be wrong bc I didn't write the show lol! firstly, we know that both sean & yok work at the garage, sean said it to gumpa & yok was working on a motorcycle when white arrived at the garage for the first time in ep 1, so that's why they know each other & that's why they seem to be the closest (though for them that doesn't mean they're besties either lol.) also yok is an art major & namo is also an artist, so sean & yok might have become closer through namo as well. then we know they all go to the same university, and that it's black who created their whole group. he already knew gram bc they have the same major, so that's how he "converted" him to being a vigilante, and as we saw they share one class with sean, so gram was probably already friendly with sean and brought him into the group, who then brought yok, and then gumpa who landed them his garage to have reunions & stuff. but yeah, no one in the gang except gram & black are really close friends, especially since they've been doing these missions for not that long bc todd said he got ditched by black not long ago. as for sean going through fire to save black, yeah that's a bit weird but for me it truly shows how honestly paradoxical sean is. I do think sean wouldn't let anyone die in a fire bc once again as established, even though he tries to make it seem like he doesn't care, he actually REALLY cares. and I think that while sean doesn't trust most people & never feels safe, it's actually black's betrayal that has made him less trusting. you can see in the first mission's flashback with black that he's less skilled than black, slower, and he gets abandoned by him & feels immensely betrayed, whereas now he has a thicker skin & is way more competent. we also know sean is someone who keeps tabs on everything, he remembers everything black said, and every one of the times he only cared for himself & left sean in the dust. so sean has become less caring, in part to match black's behavior, but that doesn't mean he'd abandon someone to die in a fire, especially when he could tell that "black" was super incompetent during that mission so he'd die for sure. so yeah, even though sean is closed off & WANTS to not care about anyone, to not save white's ass every time, his true nature that is very caring calls for him to do so, and ultimately he does. what a layered king tbh 😌

xxx

#answers #not me #not me the series

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scpeen-l0l · 3 years

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Hi! I was wondering if your could do a scp-035 x scientist!reader fix where the they’re in the middle an interview, and a containment breach suddenly happens

ahhh, i’m not entirely sure if this is what you had in mind. but anyways, thank you so much for requesting!! you’re the first on this blog and while writing this i got another! man i’m so happy ahah

(i forgot to tag this when it was first posted lol)

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‘easy prey’

You’ve always had mixed feelings on 035. Since the very first day you were assigned to them, you felt their infamous ‘lure’ that they were known to have. Despite that, you liked to think of yourself as resilient, so you were able to just bury yourself in work and deny any sort of weird attraction you had to the mask. Of course, 035 had picked up on the behavior that they had seen countless times in the past, much to your dismay.

Your supervisor told you that you would be interviewing 035 with the routine set of questions in a few days’ time. When you queried as politely as possible to why you were assigned to interview them this time over the usual interviewer, your supervisor handed you a page of the transcript of their most recent interview, with a section highlighted in yellow.

//PAGE 2//

08/08/██

SCP#: SCP-035

Class: Keter

Interviewer: Warren, [REDACTED] (Sr. Researcher)

SCP-035: Mhm… Hey, what are the odds of that new researcher coming into my cell anytime soon?

[Dr. Warren pauses for a moment, before looking at their host’s hands.]

Warren: Which one? Dr. L/n or Dr. Ahmad?

SCP-035: The younger one. Yes, I’d like to have a chat.

Warren: Why?

[SCP-035 throws its head back before resting its chin on its intertwined hands.]

SCP-035: Since when have you started recruiting people that young? I simply want to ask them about it.

Warren: Stop it, 035. Be more specific.

[SCP-035 lets out an exaggerated sigh]

SCP-035: Why can’t a mask just have a regular talk with a researcher? All I want is a friendly chat! Besides, you’d get some free time whilst we’re busy…

Warren: If we do allow you to converse, you will only be allowed 30 minutes maximum with routine questions.

[SCP-035 laughs]

SCP-035: That’d be grand. Well, what’s on your mind today?

Your heart was beating out of your chest, fear coursing through your body. Your supervisor coughed to get your attention, to which you could only nod your head slowly to, it wasn’t like you really had a choice. Still, what did it want from you?

You didn’t get much sleep that night, to say the least.

When the fabled day finally arrived, you were an absolute wreck. All of your confidence flew out the window and left you with sweaty palms and a looming feeling of dread. The walk to the mask’s cell was long and unnerving, the adrenaline was putting you on edge. You weren’t usually like this, but your fears got the best of you. What if they convinced you to wear them? What then? Regardless, you’d be dead either way. You cursed yourself for being a nervous wreck at the worst time, so you headed to the closest empty room you could find.

You found yourself in a break room after a few minutes of searching, the missioning around the facility already clearing out your mind. You rubbed your temples, psyching yourself up. If you did eventually become a host for the mask, you sure as hell weren’t going to make it easy. With a small pep in your step, you finally approached the area containing 035.

Warren was talking with your supervisor, just about to leave when he saw you walk in. A forced smile made its way to his face as he approached you.

“Pleasure formally meeting you, L/n.”

“Same here. Do you have a spare copy- “

Warren handed you a file, “here, make sure to stay on topic as much as possible. Oh, and the second you feel like putting him on or anything of the sort, press the panic button next to the microphone on the table.”

Him?

You nodded, reassured that you had a sure-fire way to get out. “Thanks. Do I… go in now?”

Warren turned to your supervisor, Dr. Patel, whom only nodded in response. Dry, as always. You sucked in a deep breath before checking your phone for the time, 9am on the dot. A good time to die, you thought, before a guard ushered you into 035’s cell. A male D-Class with 035 on his face looked to you and tilted his head.

You knew you didn’t look the most assertive, or dominant but you were resilient. That’s all you had going into that interview, you told yourself.

Sitting down and laying out the documents inside the file on the table, you looked back at the group of staff behind you. McAllistor, the technician, gave you a comforting smile; Warren was already out the door; Dr. Ahmad looked away awkwardly; Dr. Patel was typing away on his computer and you could see the side of a guard’s visor at the corner of the observation window. Huh, a little understaffed today. Were they the last people you’d ever see? Perhaps. Alas, you had a job to do, and you were going to do it damn well, if it was the last thing you ever did.

//RECORDING STARTED//

L/n: Hello, 035. Ready to start?

SCP-035: Of course.

Ooh, that voice- Did it always sound so… Smooth?

L/n: Well, let’s get through these questions quickly.

SCP-035: Aw, I was hoping to get to know you a little better first.

L/n: Maybe another time. How would you describe your emotions today?

Deflect, deflect.

SCP-035: Admittedly, a little upset that you’re being so stiff with me. I rarely speak to anyone else other than [REDACTED], who’s gone off who-knows-where. Ooh, probably with his assistant- You wanna hear about that?

L/n: Uh, so you feel upset that you can’t speak with me-

Shit. That threw you off.

SCP-035: Indeed, would you help me with that? Pretty please? You look like you need a break, you know. Look at those bags under your eyes!

No, you weren’t going to let him get under your skin that easily.

L/n: Apologies, 035, if my appearance is sub-par— However, I am incredibly committed to my job and I-

SCP-035: Blah, blah. Cut the canned crap. You can speak to me about it, you know, I’m a great listener.

L/n: I will be the one listening today, 035. Now-

SCP-035: You say-

L/n: 035! Stop speaking over me, unless you want this interview to be terminated?

Assertive, dominant.

SCP-035: Ah, of course not. I was out of line, I am sincerely sorry, dear.

L/n: It’s- It’s fine, where were we? Oh, here, I- Um…

Nevermind. How did he manage to make you feel bad? Stupid mask, getting in your head…

L/n: Uh, how would you describe your intentions as of late?

SCP-035: Nothing dangerous, I simply long for the stage, you know? I just miss the atmosphere! The joy! Oh, what I would do to even just watch another showing…

L/n: Thank you for not evading that question, 035. But, ah, I’m sure if you behave you’d get to-

//CONNECTION LOST//

The breach alarms went off, making you jump out of your seat. Looking back to the observation window, you saw all the scientists being escorted out of the room by the guards. You rushed to the door…

Locked.

Slowly turning back to 035, you gave him the dirtiest glare that you could muster.

“Unlock it. Now.”

“You know, I liked the more quiet, sweet, meek version of you-“

You mockingly mimicked his tone, “you know, I don’t give a shit. I’m not putting you on. You’ve already got a host, just leave me alone!”

“Oh, but you’re so intelligent, so innocent… Face it, you’re dead either way. There’s no way you’re making it out alive, I’ll be merciful and make it painless. Wear me, and I’ll ensure that your body gets some good mileage.”

A small part of you was tempted to take his offer, but the rest of you was only willing to admit he was right. What chance did you have without an armed guard? You slouched, fear settling in.

“Come on…”

You felt a weight on your right shoulder. You could see his hand in the corner of your vision, but, it was cold. Long dead. You didn’t want that for yourself.

Aggressively sliding your keycard in the scanner, you bolted out the cell and grabbed the handgun on the desk.

You let out a humourless laugh, “yeah, no. I think I’m fine.”

035 walked out his cell, scoffing as he looked at the gun in your hands, “what’s that gonna do? Is that peashooter gonna scare 106 away, huh? How many bullets are in that thing, if any?”

Biting your lip, you whined, “ahah, um, yeah… Look,” you debated internally whether you should try bargaining with this thing, “I’m not going to put you on, however, I’m willing to… cooperate in order for us to reach our separate goals. I have a level 3 keycard, which I can hand to you once I find the safety shelter. Try anything funny and I’m snapping the keycard in half.”

035 laughed, “ok, maybe I was wrong about tough and cold L/n. Sure, we can work together, but good luck trying to resist me. I can tell you’re already a bit enchanted already!”

You snorted, “yeah, yeah. Suuuuure… Alright, you promise to keep me safe whilst I navigate through the site?”

“I assure you.”

A part of you felt fuzzy. Damn, he was right about you already being charmed by him. Maybe… No, you weren’t going to give in. You’re using him as much as he’s using you. Right?

“Guess I was wrong about you being an easy host.” He mumbled.

“You what?”

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