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4dtk · 3 years

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hi hiiii! could i request movie night with doyoung where things start off sweet but then escalate from there?? perhaps with some undertones of switch!doyoung and switch!reader + him being into breathplay and/or hands caressing the other’s neck (both giving and receiving) if possible <33 btw i love your writing!!

thank u for the kind words! big kudos to this pdf i read up about regarding breath play - hope it's okay anon <3

warnings: fingering, oral (m receiving), breeding kink, unprotected sex, breath play (f and m receiving), riding, praise, vaginal penetration

NSFW UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DNI.

your giggles are swallowed by doyoung as he playfully lays kisses on your lips, distracting you from the movie that’s currently playing. you can feel the smile on your skin as his lips trail down to your neck, lingering there as he stares daggers at the movie that he put on. it’s almost amusing to see, but you yourself can’t help but get intrigued by the plot that you don’t notice doyoung’s hand curling into the familiar grip he usually has on your thigh.

you sigh softly when his fingers curl around your neck, feeling around the skin there, caressing the soft, newly washed skin with care that you wouldn’t have guessed those same fingers were the ones to send you into oblivion.

just with doyoung’s chest against your back, you can feel your focus on the movie dwindling bit by bit. the longer he sucks hickeys into your neck and muffles your whimpers with his mouth, the harder you’re finding it to keep your vision and head clear to understand why the protagonist had almost killed her significant other. the clarity in your mind is overtaken by your need to have all of your boyfriend on you, pushing up against him even more before your legs widen.

doyoung hums contently, hand on your neck tightening and loosening that gives you the high. he knows where to place his thumb, cutting off and letting you regain your airflow in a dizzying cycle of repetition. “like that, huh?” you nod against his hand which continues to do just that, the movie becoming mere background noise at this point. with his other, he trails it down to your already spread legs, slipping in between your loose shorts that hardly hid your underwear.

it was a wonder the other members hadn’t mentioned anything yet.

“three seconds, baby, you ready? you know our safe word?” doyoung mumbles in your neck, putting light kisses onto the skin there. gently, his stubborn finger only draws light circles against your pulsating clit, teasing the bundle of nerves under the fabric which already had a dark, wet patch. a chorus of mhm’s and yea’s escape your lips, under the guise of pleasure from his hands alone.

all at once, you gasp upon the immense pressure his fingers apply to your clit, ministrations increasing tenfold while he held your carotids under the pads of his digits for the time he promised. your breaths come out short, a strangled moan escaping once the oxygen rushes back to your brain like a drug, praise falling from doyoung’s lips only spiral you further into his grasp. it’s not that you’d mind.

“good girl,” doyoung grins, rewarding you with a sweet kiss. the movie’s definitely forgotten now, the faint reflection of the laptop showing the filthy way your panties soak through more and more with each move of his fingers. within a swift second, your underwear is swiped to the side to accommodate his fingers where he slips his middle finger in loosely. the other wraps around your tit, where your nipples poke through your shirt — perked up and perfect all for him.

you hum lowly into his embrace, wrapped up all in him that you melt more and more into how his fingers sink into you, collecting your slick as he pumps his hand slowly. you’re not all that impatient, but you could do better with him speeding up a little. “hand sore?” there’s a smirk against your shoulder before he thrusts a little roughly into your sopping cunt, drawing out a lewd mewl from your throat. the torture continues on, where you can hear yourself, the sounds practically bouncing off the small room of the dorms.

“c’mon honey, taste yourself on my fingers.”

you obediently open your mouth, masking your disappointment at the emptiness while taking his finger into your mouth that’s wet from your arousal. everything’s incredibly slow and intimate and gentle, like how doyoung… sometimes is. you can’t get this new version of him out of your head, though, tender in his touches, but sultry in his words.

you can compare it to the maple syrup you had this morning, to the sugary kisses you shared in the bathroom, or even the tempting bead of pre-cum leaking from his tip. the taste wasn’t so much, but you didn’t mind the liquid lingering on your tongue. your own pleasure’s put to the side when you’d pulled down his briefs earlier, ignoring the throbbing need to be touched. you couldn’t just leave your baby hanging, anyway.

“hhaah... fuuuck…” your tongue swirls around his tip like a lollipop, providing just the tease that he’s done to you before. slowly, you lower your mouth onto his length which prompts a hand to shoot up to your head of hair, clutching onto it to guide your head up and down. you let doyoung control the pace, who can’t help but call your name like a prayer as your cavern sucks him in so well just like your cunt does.

hands wandering seem to be the standard for you, tangling in his hair when you’re locking lips. travelling over his stomach when your cuddling. even now, you can’t keep your hands locked in one place, going over his thighs in sensual circles that’s interrupted by the waist band of his briefs. you don’t mind, relaxing your jaw to take in more of him until his cock meets the back of your throat.

doyoung groans at that. a switch goes off in him — he decides that he can’t wait to feel you around him, beckoning with a tilt of head.

“bet you’re still tight, even though we fucked this afternoon.” you giggle at that, waiting for him to shrug off the last of his briefs before sinking down onto him with ease with a spread of your pussy lips. even with your juices, you can’t help but let out a whine at the satisfying stretch, before you start rocking your hips.

he takes the back seat, an arm behind his head while the other holds your hips, squeezing the meat of your ass. your hands are ambitious again, travelling up the expanse of his slim, pale body before they land on his neck. the tables aren’t turned over entirely, but you know what doyoung gives, he likes to receive it too. locating his carotids like he’s taught you, your thumb presses mildly onto the side of his neck.

“that feel good?” his mewls are all you can make out.

doyoung’s eyes roll back and you almost halt your hips for a moment to enjoy to sight, but the way his dick moves against your gummy walls is just too gratifying that you can’t bring yourself to stop. you’re mindful of the lewd noises coming from in between your thighs, although it only fuels your need to feel him drilling into you faster, and so you’re taking the reigns, setting the pace.

there’s the continuous routine of grind, squeeze, whine that it comes natural to you after a few times, although the last one didn’t really matter in that intoxicating cycle. “god, your cock feels so good- shit…” doyoung’s whimpers only spur you on, with the constant release and cut-off of oxygen that provides him with the unexpected jerk of his hips. soon you’re meeting his hips with yours.

“should i c-cum in you? wanna be… ahn- full of my cum?” doyoung manages to get out through the blur of pleasure, eyes fixating on the way your mouth drips with drool and his pre-cum. you’re filled up to the brim, the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix that you shiver against his thighs. “you’re not- fuck- answering me baby,” the hand on his neck goes limp as the knot in your stomach tightens and tightens, barely answering his question with a pathetic nod.

“yes… yes, please-“ you’re not even sure what you’re begging for at this point but you can’t complain when doyoung spills his seed deep into your pussy, filling you up even when his thrusts turn sloppy. he fucks you thoroughly, bringing on your own orgasm as you convulse around him, twitching violently on his cock while your throat suffers from the last bit of your needy moans.

the sensitivity hurts, but you still find yourself letting a choked moan escape when doyoung snaps his hips back into your clenching hole that makes a satisfying pap!, stuffing the cum that’s leaking back into you. “you did so well.” you smile weakly; the words has both your heart and pussy fluttering at the praise, knowing you’re in for another round when he flips you over with newfound strength. “but now i’ll take over.”

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hotwings0203 · 3 years

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Gilded Cage

A/N: It’s embarrassing how long this took but oh well, happy new year to everyone and I hope you enjoy scummy yandere hawks!

Warnings: dubcon, kidnapping, abuse, toxic relationships, degradation, yandere themes

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At first she welcomed the bright flashing lights like a breath of fresh air, but in due time it made her throat close up like the rest of the situation.

He had agreed to let her out if she behaved, and that meant no biting, scratching, screaming, flinching, temper tantrums, and worst of all, no silent treatment.

And she would take it like a champ if it meant seeing any other person in 6 months.

He had kept her here like a flightless bird in this cage of theirs, and oh how ironic it was that she was succumbed to be the prey of this ruthless hawk, with him able to soar amongst the people and buildings while Y/n stayed perched in the house, her ever-growing wings mentally becoming too much for her to control and stay silent about.

She needed space, she wanted to leave, but she didn’t dare voicing any of her wants, especially when Keigo made it so clear how her meager wants were of no match for his needs.

And his needs, as he’s made so clear thus far, include her being a pliant, quiet, yet loving little birdie who cooks, cleans, and lays with him day and night without complaint.

God forbid she speaks up about her...living conditions, as he liked to so generously supply to her the first and last time she ever had this conversation with him. She tried telling him how she originally had loved their relationship of a couple of months, and sure it might have been weird for him to push her into moving in with him only after 3 months, but it was because of how much he loved her or so he said at least, when he bashed her head repeatedly on the ground when she told him it “wasn’t normal to rush into things so fast”.

Sure, he had a big spacious penthouse lent to him by the Hero Commission so being physically cramped was never a problem, and yes okay he showered her with gifts and little trinkets, just like birds did with their mates even more so after a big fight that usually left her black and blue, with swollen lips, ripped up knees and big red welts on her wrists while the hero himself was left with not even a feather out of place.

But there were days where their movie nights and cuddling sessions didn’t cut it for her anymore. There were nights when she couldn’t take his suffocating arms around her a second longer, only to be replaced by an even heavier and darker presence when she tried turning on her side away from him.

Sometimes it would be a chain reaction caused by the smallest of catalysts, however. It would be on a day where he left the restraints on a little too tightly, and Y/n was forced to use toothpaste on her wrists instead of the salve Keigo always kept in the medicine closet. Other times it would happen when he would keep feeling up her sides and pressing into her after a long day of her cooking in hopes that the plentiful food would be enough to keep him occupied away from her, even if it was for an hour or two.

It never was, though. He always wanted her, whether it was her scent, her presence, or her clothes that he kept in his pockets on his missions.

On those days, the days where she felt too much Keigo, too many feathers and too much Hawks was when she snapped.

Down would go the plates, the expensive wine glasses, the vases filled with flowers sent by hundreds of fangirls who knew nothing about the monster that he actually was. She’d tear out her mussed hair, red-faced with tears that ruined her makeup the makeup that she liked to wear on these types of days just to piss him off, knowing that he thought “excess makeup is for whores and catfishes. I already know you’re a whore, well, my whore, but you’re not even good enough at applying makeup to be deemed a catfish so don’t even try it hummingbird” while screaming in his face to let go, for the love of god Hawks PLEASE let me go I want to go home I don’t want this anymore I don’t want YOU anymore this isn’t working out I don’t love you-

And crack would be the sound of his palm across her face, knocking her to the floor. On these types of days he wouldn’t even think she deserved a change in facial expression, staring down at her pathetic trembling body while his lips were set in a subtle casual smile, his hands stuffed in his pockets as if he never raised an arm a second ago, and his eyes remained golden and neutral, the only indication of him processing her tantrum was the black glint in his pupils that dilated every time she gasped and sobbed on the floor.

To ensure that his precious, oh-so fragile lovebird wouldn’t hurt herself any further with her stupidity, he’d crouch down inches away from her face and cock his head slightly as a real bird would do. He’d reach out and lift her chin to face him while his other hand would snake up her thigh to try and console her which only succeeded in making her shake and breath unevenly.

Leaning forward to ghost his lips over the shell of her ear, he’d relish in the way her mouth would part in terror as he would lovingly whisper every threat of what he’d do to her the next time she wanted to be like a brat, because god help her if she thought he couldn’t tame a brat after dealing with a lifetime of villains.

It was almost laughable, how easy she was to silence. He didn’t even need to use feathers to pull her to her feet when he would tell her to go to the bed and get on all fours like the bitch she was.

She had to earn her way back into being his good, obedient little dove, on days like these.

But after these days would pass and she would indeed realign with his expectations, he would reward her greatly.

Never like this, though.

Y/n is brought to the present again as another flash of light from the paparazzi snaps her out of her daze. As the spots begin to fade from her vision, she sees Keigo in front of her adorning his trademark “for the fans-only” grin, although Y/n would call it a sleazy smile, the same smile he would give her before he signaled his feathers to cut deep into her feet so she’d stop kicking at him as he dragged her on the floor and feels him squeeze her hand a little too tightly to be dubbed as endearing.

“Stop zoning out on me, you look like a ditz”, he hisses through his teeth, his grin now resembling more of a bared-teeth look.

She tries to try to fix her face and pull the corners of her mouth up, attempting to also brighten her eyes and looking interested at the blond interviewer who was now conversing with Hawks about his recent team-up with Endeavor. It takes every ounce of self-restraint to not shove past the phony smiles and flashy attire enveloping her and waltz down the red carpet to the doors of the gala. She thinks if she hears him utter another word about how he’s so incredibly blessed to have the love and support of my fans, family, and most importantly, my girlfriend who has stuck by my side through thick and thin, she’ll puke on the bedazzled yellow dress the interviewer has on.

As if. He’d probably whisk her off to the nearest bathroom and pummel her on the floor right then and there just for being distracted, but not before fucking her as well.

She feels Hawks nudge her side, and on cue she darts her head up and really plasters on a blinding smile as she focuses on the question that was just asked to her.

“Sorry, what was that? I think I got distracted by your outfit, you look lovely tonight, an absolute catch.” She winks for good measure, just to salvage the damage of ignoring the conversation and Keigo’s tight-lipped smile, which was beginning to soften.

Bingo.

“Oh you’re so sweet! I can see why Mr. Number Two here swooped in to take such a cutie like yourself.” The interviewer giggled, twirling a golden lock around her finger. “But no worries, I was just saying you should come make a public appearance more often! I mean, the media barely gets to see you with Hawks intimately, it would be a great excuse to get all glammed-up as well...I mean, if Hawks here hasn’t got his talons sunk too deep into you.” She laughs shrilly and doesn’t notice how both Y/n and Keigo tense up at her insinuation.

Yeah lady, you’re not too far from the truth. The last time I tried to look nice and go outside, I was bedridden for a week and a half while nursing frozen peas over 7 different parts of my body, inside and out.

But if Keigo can bullshit more than he can tell the truth, then so could she.

She laughs warmly and places her hand on his shoulder lightly, just to sell the “supportive girlfriend” look.

“Well, I really would love to come out and show my support for him more often, but we’ve both agreed that with all the publicity anyways, it’s just too much pressure for me to deal with. I’d rather just stick with what I know and keep it hush between him and I.” She turns her gaze to Keigo now, superficially giving him a puppy-in-love look but discreetly seeking his approval if what she said was the correct thing or not.

He merely gave her an amused smile, as if to say damn, wasn’t expecting that answer but I guess it’s fine. Yeah. Two can play at that game.

Pleased with her answer, the blond bimbo turns on her heel and sashays away, leaving the couple by themselves.

Keigo gives Y/n a side eye and cautiously holds out his elbow for her to take. A peace offering for the meantime, just to reward her for the quick save.

Don’t fuck this up for me, or you’ll regret it tenfold when we get back home.

“Shall we?” He waits for her to oblige, and of course she does.

Arm-in arm, they gracefully walk down the red carpet towards the gold plated doors. Upon entering, Y/n’s breath is taken away at the grand hall, with red banners hanging from the balconies that had navy blue and gold words of praise for the heroes engraved in the silk. Hundreds of pro heroes filled the room, much more than what she was used to from only interacting with her captor for months.

Guiding her over to the long granite bar, Keigo squeezes her arm before lightly dropping it. Before she can move, he stands directly in front of her and his vermillion wings unfurl and slightly surround the two of them, creating their own little space. To others, it might’ve just looked like two lovers embracing each other and having their own little moment. Y/N knew better, however, and suspected he had ulterior motives.

She was right.

“I’m gonna leave you here for a few minutes, ‘kay? I don’t want you moving from here,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, and she had to suppress a shudder at his unwanted proximity. “The feather stays on, and I better not see or hear anything funny while I’m away.”

She nodded and touched her necklace that was indeed laced with one of his feathers, remembering the deal he made when he agreed to let you out for the day.

Ah yes, the dreaded feather.

When she had approached him on shaking legs two days prior, Hawks was brushing his hair in the bathroom, keen on meticulously keeping it styled and ruffed up in the morning. It was one of the things that Y/N would begrudgingly say was one of his finest features, along with his natural eyeliner-shaped markings and rugged yet handsome facial features.

On good days, she liked to lightly trace her fingers and across his sharp jawline and feel the stubble growing on his blushed face. She’d try to stop immediately however, when he’d open his eyes and catch her hand, moving it across his body much to her chagrin and down to his-

She had stood outside the door, fumbling with the hem of her thin nightie and desperately trying to pull the short material past her bare thighs as she mustered up the courage to bring up her proposition.

Keigo slowly ceased his brushing when he saw the meek little thing quivering outside his door, and he quirked up an amused eyebrow. He braced both arms on either side of the sink, and let out a light exhale, before addressing her.

“Something wrong hummingbird?”

She dragged her eyes from the floor up to his dilated golden irises, and blurted out what she had been rehearsing in her head for the past couple of days:

“DoyouthinkIcouldcomewithyoutothegala?”

“Huh?” he snickered, thoroughly bewildered by what incomprehensible nonsense she had stuttered out.

Y/N bit her lip and took in a shaky breath, strike one, she fumbled her first try.

“Haw- uh, Keigo,” she corrected quickly. He preferred her using his first name, his real name. He claimed it made things more intimate between them as if carving his name on her back hadn't been enough to seal their “intimacy’-she didn’t need to be told twice what to call him by after that day “I was wondering...if I’m good and I don’t give you a hard time, can I come with you to the hero's gala?”

Keigo’s brow furrowed slightly, and he cocked his head to the side like a real bird. He seemed to be contemplating it.

“Alright,” he conceded after a couple seconds. “If, and I mean if you listen to me and don’t try any funny business while we’re there I’ll let you tag along.”

Y/N darted her eyes up to him, hope swimming in her heart.

“But you have to wear the feather.”

She immediately blanched.

A major inconvenience that she had come to terms with in the duration of her stay with him had been his stupid fucking feathers that layed oh-so-casually around the floor where she walked and coincidentally clinging to her clothes wherever she went out of Keigo’s eyesight, even though she was trapped on the same floor with him.

They had special properties; they could detect any movement, sense any vibration whenever he called for it. This made for a perfect tracker for Y/N in terms of whenever he wanted an update on her heartbeat, her mood, her whereabouts, and anything in between.

Yes, it was suffocating. But she would much rather it only be a suffocating feeling rather than him actually directing hundreds of feathers to surround her and hold her down on the bed or floor to do whatever he wanted with her in any position he pleased.

She didn’t dare complain to his face, however. She’d grit her teeth, grin and bear it, listen to every whim he demanded of her if it meant one night of superficial normalcy.

And so she put on her best behavior on the days leading up to the main event. She made dozens of dishes that circulated around chicken (his favorite binge food), she let them have “cuddle time”, with no complaints whatsoever when he insisted on bathing her and dressing her up in stupid pink frilly skirts, and she even gave him little subtle looks with a batting of her eyelashes when he looked down fondly at her good mannerisms and praised her for being such a sweet little birdie.

Eventually, her acting paid off and on the morning of the gala she was merited with a silk red dress that stopped at her upper thigh, ornamented with gold earrings and a 12K necklace to really sell off the look-which was of course wrapped around one of his feathers. Hawks had even hired a makeup artist who was instructed to not ask or say anything to Y/N save for questions about the products, much to her pleasant surprise.

She was still reminded of how much she had to grovel for him every time he rewarded her that afternoon.

“You look stunning, chickadee,” Keigo leaned against the dresser with his arms crossed, and smiled warmly at Y/N. “You’re making her look like a real model, maybe she should take over my job instead. Or, actually, maybe you could stop by my agency and make me all pretty for my next photoshoot.” He directed this last tease at the makeup artist and winked, causing the oblivious employee to giggle and blush.

Ugh, barf. He’s even a sleaze when I’m right here.

Y/N feigned a roll of her eyes, which didn’t go unnoticed by the hero. She could feel his dilated eyes boring into her the rest of the 15 minutes of touch-ups. Eventually everything was done, and Hawks left praise after shameless praise fall from his lips and onto the poor fangirl’s heart as he guided her out the door, a hand on her lower back as he did so.

She took the opportunity to get up and walk to the full-length mirror, admiring how she looked for the first time in ages. Gone were the multi-colored marks that decorated her body as if she were nothing more than a mere canvas for her painter to use. Her eyes seemed a little brighter too, and it wasn’t just the makeup that caused it. She stood a little straighter and squared her shoulders, her chin tilted up more than before while she stared at her reflection. She didn’t recognize the woman in the mirror, and she liked it for once.

It was ridiculous, she knew it was to feel so vain but she couldn’t help but bask in her potential freedom for just one night. She looked gorgeous, she felt confident, and she had earned it all on her own.

Cocking her head to the side, she tried to practice a couple smiles to be camera-ready for when the time came. She turned the corners of her lips up, then showed her teeth, and even tried fluffing her hair up sensually. Biting her lip slightly, she threw her head back, causing her curled locks to bounce and lowered her eyelids to look sexy. She giggled at her own stupidity and poses, completely unaware that a certain winged-man had entered the room and leaned against the door for the past couple of minutes, simply watching the little show she put on.

“That's quite a look you’ve got there hun, why don’t you make those faces more often with me?”

She immediately froze, her breath hitching. She didn’t dare look at him in the eye from the mirror.

“I mean, I’m the only one who should be seeing such a slutty expression anyways, right?” He said ever-so casually, hands in his pockets as he slowly strolled up behind her, and she couldn’t help but think as her eyes darted up to meet him in the mirror that the sadistic shit-eating grin on his face didn’t suit so well with his god-like features.

She visibly wilted, her shoulders hunched and head down in contrast to the tall, powerful woman she had felt like mere seconds ago. Her breath quickened as he leaned over her shoulder, grazing his teeth over the sensitive part under her ear, and she bit her lip harshly to stop the squeak that threatened to escape her trembling lips.

“If I had known that a pretty dress and some makeup would make you act like a wanton little whore, I would’ve done this wayyy sooner. I guess you really are just another dumb bimbo bitch who does anything she’s told if she gets to feel important for a night.” He whispered in her ear, resting his head on her shoulder and looking up at her with innocent eyes, ones that imitated the mocking tone of voice he used.

It seemed like he wanted her to feel disgusting, to wilt under his cruel words that he used like knives-knives that were sharpened with his tone and body language, knives that were so intimately and carefully chosen. They worded so that they were used to their full extent to cut and carve through her heart.

“Is that what you are my little songbird, hmm? You wanna be a pretty baby and have everyone’s attention on you? I’m hurt, here I was thinking I was enough for you.” He pouted, and with every word he spoke the grip his hands had around her waist tightened.

She tried to protest but he plowed through her pitiful attempts.

“Hell, if you want some attention so bad and whore yourself out, I should call over some friends! Yeah, we can skip tonight’s gala, would you like that songbird? For me to share you with my friends so they can satiate your whorish needs?” And at his he shook her lightly, his grip around her middle choking her and cutting off her circulation. “N-no, Hawks,” she wheezed out. “I just... liked my makeup, that’s it. I only want you, I promise. I won’t cause any trouble tonight, please don’t call any friends over.”

She looked up at him in the mirror with eyes the size of saucers, blinking away tears and trying her best to show how apologetic she was at her audacity to feel good about herself.

He loosened his arms and straightened up, peering down at her disgustedly. He had absolutely no regrets about the way she sucked in air immediately when he relented, or about the way she frantically brushed the tears from her eyes, trying to preserve her mascara from running. (not that he would’ve minded). She needed to learn her lesson; he controlled her highs and lows. Only he had the permission of holding her fragile emotions in the palm of his hand, and if she didn't want that palm turning into a fist and breaking her, she would do well not to piss him off and treading carefully about flaunting what was meant for his eyes only.

She wanted to lock herself in the bathroom and cry out to her heart's content from being embarrassed and degraded like this. She kept absolutely still however, when she felt his hands lightly tracing the feather on her collarbones. It was an unspoken threat, and when their eyes met once again in the mirror, the way he sized her up confirmed it.

The feather stayed on.

Which brought her back to the present.

Y/N had already downed 3 glasses of champagne while reminiscing about earlier today, something Hawks would’ve surely tutted at. Finding herself bored, she meandered around the bar, keeping close to where he left her.

She scanned the room for her ‘lover’ and found him laughing with a group of his friends, his head thrown back and the charming sound of his deep yet lilted voice carrying through the hall, entrapping anyone who was around.

He certainly had presence, no sense in denying it.

Any girl would��ve been crazy to deny him, and Y/N wished that Hawks had fallen for a girl that didn’t want to deny him out of his hundreds of fangirls a point that was set in stone in Y/N’s mind when she saw a tall brunette clinging to his arm while she shrieked with laughter at whatever stupid story Hawks was telling.

Said fangirl seemed to also have been put under his contagious spell, from the way she so obviously threw herself on his arm and pushed her chest against his side under the pretense of shaking with laughter. Various other parts of her body seemed to be shaking against him too, but he didn’t seem to mind based on the smirk he quickly looked down at her with.

For the second time that night, Y/N wanted to throw up.

Was it jealousy? Negative. Rather, it was frustration that he literally had girls throwing themselves at him, tits hanging out and all but yet he wanted what he knew he couldn’t have. She assumed that it was this mentality of his that landed him at being Number 2, chasing after the seemingly impossible until it was tangible.

It was easier on some days to try to understand his point of view. It was much better than getting lost in the hours pondering what kind of bad karma she inherited from a past life to go through this hell. But on some mornings when she felt stone-cold sober, she remembered that she was a person, not some objective or conquest that he had rightfully won. Deciding to try and take her mind off from the trainwreck that was unfolding in front of her, Y/N aimlessly wandered to the side of the bar and down a grand hallway that was less crowded and had less Hawks.

On either side of the hall, giant bronze frames held the portraits of past heroes and had little scriptures of their accomplishments. Hawks had always talked about how he wanted his name up there, and how one day he was going to do something incredible to have his own face up on the hall of fame. His idol, Endeavor, already has taken place on the wall right next to All Might’s frame, and Y/N looks up and ponders at both of their pictures.

And how befitting is it, that Hawk’s idol is also accused of a sinister and tumultuous family past.

Maybe he doesn’t need to work too hard to follow in the footsteps of the number one hero.

“Quite the hero, Endeavor is. Even though there is controversy about the nature of his past and his redemption efforts, he set many precedents as to how a true hero should act.” Y/N’s head snaps to the right where Edgeshot had just joined her. He wore a navy blue tux with red seams, his trademark mask covering the lower half of his face.

“Yeah, you’d think his admirers would try to follow in the footsteps of changing themselves too,” she muttered bitterly. “I’ve noticed his biggest fans seem to take after his more...old brutish traits rather than the better person he’s trying to be now.”

The masked hero laughed softly, and Y/N looked at him suspiciously.

“What, you don’t think heroes have their own fair share of flaws?” She challenged.

“No no, don’t get me wrong of course. I would be on an inappropriate level of naivety to assume that, considering I’m a part of the whole corrupt system itself. I think, however, that change within a person comes after an extended time of self-reflection. You have to look within yourself and accept that you were wrong in the first place, if you want to change.”

Y/N was quiet for a moment.

“Do you think the villains are ever right? About society brushing the flipside of heroism under the carpet, I mean. It doesn’t matter if the heroes are trying to save people because it's expected of them, if they aren’t actually compassionate about their cause then is there really a point?” She asked desperately, hoping he could understand her.

Edgeshot hesitated for a moment before answering.

“In my years of experience,” he said quietly, still looking up at Endeavor’s painting, “the ones who have at heart a solid reason for acting the way they do are most always justified. It may not always be a good reason, but a foundation always gives way to a justification that can be argued for.”

All of a sudden, Y/N gasped as white hot pain sliced through her sternum. She looked down and saw the red feather on her necklace quivering as a fine line of red sprouted from the cut it made.

“Are you alright?” Edgeshot asked, looking fairly alarmed, his hand reaching for her shoulder.

“Yes, of course! My necklace is just a little sharp, a little edge just nicked me that's all.” She said shrilly, already backing away from the concerned hero. Turning on her heel, she picked up the hem of her dress and tottered out of the hall, not paying any mind to the vermillion plumage that drifted down her chest, past her waist and eventually clinging onto her leg, making little nips and stabs here and there.

Blood was pounding through her head as she navigated the way back to where Hawks had left her to be. Her palms were sweaty and she was sure her hair was becoming messy as she whipped her head around, attempting to look past tall heads and bodies that blocked her way to the bar.

Shitshitshitshit god please don’t let him be there already please please please-

But it seemed as though god wasn’t in a merciful mood, because lo and behold, the raptor was leaning against the long granite island with a glass in his hand.

He seemed to be casually grinning, swirling a maroon substance in his cup and choking it down leisurely, but as Y/N drew closer she knew-as expected- he seemed off.

The smell of alcohol was nauseating around him, he must have been drinking something strong. His wings, although lightly flapping behind him, were pointed at the edges and shaking lightly. His eyes were completely dilated, and were shifting around the room until they settled on her meek figure rushing up to him.

“Hey there birdy, long time no see. Did you have a good chat with Edgeshot? I’m sure you both enjoyed talking shit about me behind my back.” Y/N winced at how charismatic and booming his laugh was after his ominous remark. It was too carefree, a complete cover-up of how she knew he was actually feeling, and that scared her the most.

“Hawks I-”

“Keigo, sweetheart, did you forget my name already after talking with just one person? Damn, I’m hurt, guess keeping you locked up at home was the right decision after all if you’re acting like such a stone-cold bitch now.”

She stared up at him, openmouthed and thoroughly panicked now. He was talking too much, he was going to expose himself and her-

Wait. Why is she covering for him? Wouldn’t it be better if he blabbed everything else so people could realize what he’s doing? Maybe someone would intervene and save her!

But it seemed like he was three steps ahead of her and had already figured that out, because his face flushed slightly and his eyes darkened and narrowed, with lips set in a flat line. When Y/N saw this change, she tried to back away but he quickly grabbed her hand and yanked her out the room and through the exit doors. It was all happening so fast, she could hear various people call out to Hawks but he plowed through them so fast that she didn’t have time to even process that they were out of the building and in the air.

She screamed as he soared to an even higher altitude, clinging onto his neck for dear life. The wind whipped past her face, stinging her cheeks with the frigid cold and water particles that embedded on her lashes. Hawks was laughing hysterically the entire time he gained height, his talons ripping through her dress and piercing her skin, even overlapping the previous cuts his feather had made earlier.

“S-stop, what’re you doing, are you fucking crazy?” She shrieked, her words losing volume as the air was ripped out of her lungs.

“KEIGO, its KEIGO you stupid fucking cunt!” he screamed in her face. His arms loosened around her waist, and suddenly Y/N was falling, falling, falling straight for the asphalt.

She couldn’t even turn her head as her limp body plummeted down for imminent death. Her lungs begged for oxygen, fear settling like lead in her stomach, but the second she closed her eyes for what she thought was the last time, (Hawks) Keigo swooped down and yanked her back into his sinister embrace by her hair.

Ignoring the ripping strands she felt in her skull, she flailed around in midair trying to grab onto something-she reached up to grab his foot but he noticed and kicked her square in the face. Y/N had never before felt such terror and pain, mentally or physically.

Damn her pride, she wants to live for god's sake.

“Keigo,” she sobbed, remembering just in time to use his real name lest he smash her teeth in again, “please put me down, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I talked to Edgeshot but I swear it wasn’t anything bad or about you.” The warm blood streaming down her nose began to harden on her upper lip from the chilly altitude they had reached.

Abruptly, he shifted his grip and pulled her up by her hair (she winced at that painful adjustment) so that he could hold her around her waist now.

They had to have been at least 200 or so feet in the air. The pair had cleared their way through some clouds and could clearly see the full moon right in front of them. It was deathly quiet except for Y/N’s labored breathing through her fractured nose, and her fear racked even further as she looked up at Hawks and realized that he was simply staring down at her with completely dilated eyes that narrowed and gleamed at her expression. He truly looked like a bird of prey right now, a predator that was forcing her to play the part of his prey, a point that solidified when he suddenly wrapped one hand around her throat to feel her heartbeat that thumped like a rabbits’.

The light from the moon reflected off his back, causing his front to be completely shadowed so that the contours of his sharp face seemed ever more looming and dangerous. Both of them stayed suspended in the air for a minute or two like that, Y/N not daring to speak unless he granted her a sign to repent.

After a long, painstakingly suspenseful minute of studying her face, he finally growled “We’re going home.”

It seemed to take only a mere couple of minutes for the Number Two hero to travel halfway across the city. Y/N barely had time to try and drink in the beautiful colors that accented the winding streets and buildings below her, knowing that it would most probably be a long time before she saw anything else that resembled freedom again.

He finally began to descend rapidly, forcing her to cling onto his jacket and shove her face into the crook of his neck to avoid getting whiplash. Peeking through her lashes, she recognized the balcony floor of his penthouse rushing underneath their feet. Dread and anxiety surged through her veins as he finally landed and postiviley threw her off of him and onto the wooden floor. She slid a good couple of feet and skinned her legs in the process, unable to stop her momentum as she slammed back into a lamp.

Dazed, she saw stars as she rubbed her aching head. Unfortunately she didn’t see him, rushing over to her the second she landed.

He grabbed her jaw tight and wrenched her bleary eyes to look up at him.

What he saw was beautiful.

A trembling mess beneath him, makeup runny and complemented with blood that flowed from her nose like an eternal stream. He couldn’t keep his eyes off the way she kept flinching any time he shifted; it made his pants tighten and caused his teeth to grit in what he measured to be the absolute last bits of self restraint he had for the night. He had truly ruined her, and he internally patted himself on the back at his work.

Was he mad? Yes, wholly and completely at her betrayal of his orders.

Did he regret losing his temper? Absolutely not. In fact, if you ask him, he should get mad at her more often like this. If it merited her pliant and vulnerable being, then who was he to deny such pleasure? Fuck he should’ve done this from the start- blowing up at mild disobediance instead of acting like a doting, patient boyfriend.

“You alive?” he roughly shook her head and her teeth chattered inside her skull while he did so.

“Yes,” she whispered, mouth popped open by his gloved fingers as he shoved a digit inside her warm and wet cavern. It was embarrassing how drool seeped through her lips and dribbled down her chin, but humility was the least concerning factor in her environment at the moment.

“Good. After acting like such a tramp you better fucking be. I told you one thing,” and he slapped her for added emphasis to his frustration, “can you repeat what I told you? Or are you so braindead that you can’t remember the one order I gave you when I trusted you to sit still and look pretty like a good little bitch?”

“Nnngh, no I rem-I remember.” Y/N panted out, attempting to talk through puckered lips and drool. “You told me to stay at the bar and not to move.”

“Exactly. So what part of that was so hard to understand, huh?” He hissed through his teeth, looking deranged.

“I just got bored, that’s all. I wanted to talk to another person…” Even though she didn’t finish her sentence, Hawks understood her perfectly.

I wanted to talk to another person apart from you.

He let out a mocking laugh, stretching his arms over his head to hide his shaking fists. Rage swept through his body like wildfire, licking up his throat and cheeks. His face was flushed and unreadable to Y/N as he sauntered around the couch and plopped down on it, spreading his legs to seem as uncouth as possible.

She sat shivering on the floor, unsure of if he wanted her to follow him or wither away on the floor like a mutt.

As he sighed loudly however, her body immediately tensed as though bracing for another painful impact. She daringly peeked over her shoulder and saw the back of his head protruding from the black and red leather couch. Lazily flicking his wrist up to a height where she could see, he vaguely beckoned her over without saying a word.

Immediately she scampered over to him and situated herself at his feet (where she belonged). Her eyes were downcast, and he begrudgingly accepted it as a form of submission on her part. No sense in beating the disobedience out of her now if she already knows what she did wrong.

Hawks heaved out another heavy sigh and let his head fall backwards. On one hand, he was slightly drunk and his head was killing him-he just wanted to go to sleep and forget today ever happened. However, there was a problem that was contributing to his growing migraine, and that problem was sitting right in front of him, practically kneeling at his feet for mercy. More than sleep, he wanted to take care of said issue and call it a night, so he decided to skip the sweet talk and warm up.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen, kid. I’m gonna close my eyes and by the time I open them you better have already thought of a way to make tonight up to me, and you better have already put that plan in action. Then, we’re going to bed and when you wake up you’ll regret the day you even thought of talking to anyone apart from me, since you seem to have forgotten who’s been coddling your ass all this time.” He sneered, relishing at the way Y/N’s face went pale.

True to his word, he closed his eyes, glad to see his last view as the pathetic bitch who was about to service him. The feel of slight fumbling on his zipper made him feel even more drunk and giddy as it was pulled down. Maybe the entire evening wasn’t a complete wash after all.

Yeah, he should take her out a lot more.

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venusiandivination · 4 years

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Today we’re looking at the rest of 2020!

Pile 1

I get the feeling within this spread that you are working toward some goal. The hints in this are that it has to do with another individual, but it could be any goal. I feel as though you are trying to tap into your femininity, and that there is an emphasis on future planning. I do see that you are going to be able to reap the benefits of your labor very soon. I also see the hopeful kind of side of you, where you’re longing for something to happen, perhaps within a relationship. I believe that there are good omens in this spread for that to go well – this could potentially be a soulmate connection. If you are not seeing anyone or longing for anyone, I see that you could have someone come into your life through friendship that is a soulmate. There’s going to be some reflection and forgiveness that is needed here. “Stop focusing your life on past events, for life is too precious to waste.” Perhaps the person that is coming back into your life hurt you in the past – do not focus on what they did, but what could come out of this potential friendship or relationship. I see this happening within the next few weeks - very quickly.

Pile 2

For Pile 2, I see a resilience that is going to be needed before the year ends. It looks like a lot is going to be happening – bad news, negative energy, feeling left out in the cold or potential financial hardship, and deceit. However, with the Queen of Wands and the VII of Wands, I see you rising to the occasion and making it through it without any sweat off your back. You are going to roll with the punches, and though it may seem like your world is falling down around you, you’re going to take the brunt of it and blossom it into something worth having. I see reminders to look to your Higher Power, and reminders that the universe is working through you. The ability to rise to the occasion is within you, not in some outward body. Regardless of the setbacks you might encounter before the end of the year, you’re going to make it through to a very peaceful time. It’s going to seem like your world is falling down around you, but just remember that what falls can be rebuilt into something ten times better than what it was before.

Pile 3

I see some romance coming your way. You may be feeling stuck right now, or just chillin’ waiting for the tides to turn in your favor and enjoying singledom, but I see someone coming in and sweeping you off your feet before the year closes. This will be a fated encounter, whether a soulmate, karmic relationship, or twin flame. I feel as though for most of you, you already know this person and they have been watching you with crush-like admiration. Something tells me that you didn’t really want this to happen – like you’re enjoying your time alone, but the cards recommend to dream and accept with open arms. Use this relationship to figure out what you want in life. Let it lift some burdens off you. Use it to reinvent yourself. This relationship is going to feel completely balanced and rewarding. There will be equal give and take, and it will make you wonder where they’ve been all your life. Use your intuition, let this relationship help you build up your sixth sense. Not many people are blessed with a relationship of this caliber, so be thankful and enjoy it.

Pile 4

For this pile, I see a time of celebration and wishes coming true. I see maybe some studious tendencies, so you could be younger, or older and in school. There are many points of happiness coming to you before the end of the year. I see a big celebration happening, perhaps a wedding, that will bring you great joy. I pulled two soulmate cards, letting me know that you could be meeting your twin flame before the year closes. I get the feeling that you have high hopes for something and that you are trying to manifest something. The cards are telling me that you are the creator of your own happiness. You have the ability to manifest your desires, so if you are wishing for something, manifesting it will bring it tenfold into something better than you can imagine. If you ask the universe, you will be rewarded. I see a message coming in, or perhaps just good communication. I see you seeking out knowledge, like I said earlier perhaps in a school setting. Maybe you are older but are starting a new journey with child-like optimism. This message applies to those of you who are not attracting a soulmate, but attracting a better career, or perhaps more money, or maybe even a better, healthier lifestyle. YOU are the creator. YOU have the ability to create these things for yourself. Asking the universe is one way, and if you believe that the universe will supply, it will supply even better than what you thought. It is also up to you to do the work. It may seem like you are fighting a never ending battle, but good things are blossoming from what work you’re putting in!

#tarot #pick a card #tarot reading #tarot pick a card #Venusian Divination #fortune telling #2020 #rest of the year 2020 review

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capricornus-rex · 4 years

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His Spark of Light (4 - End)

Cal Kestis x Reader

Requested by: @stellar-trinity | Prompt: Clingy! Cal Kestis

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One of the things you told him while catching up was that you’ve volunteered for two tasks—medical work and mechanical work. After having your snack break over space waffles and fruits, you stood up from your seat but Cal snatched you by the wrist.

“Stay with me, please?”

He cooed and then flashed his puppy eyes at you—knowing that it was one of your biggest weaknesses—and you were having an internal battle whether or not to give in. He pulled you in until you sat on his lap. Cal has been behaving like a big baby around you ever since you rejoined the crew.

“I really missed having you here,”

“Sweetie, I won’t be long anyway. Plus, I’ll just be in their med-bay,”

He clicked his tongue and playfully whined like a toddler, “Noooo…”

You chuckled, brushed away the red fringes from his forehead to kiss it, and stood up—his grip on your wrist remained secured.

“Would you like me to help though?”

“That’d be great, come on. We need all the help we can get with the tech in the medical bay. You’re a better mechanic than me,”

You dragged him while he still has your hand in his clutches. The two of you went out of the Mantis and told Cere that you were going back in the base to help with the fighters set up their medical tech.

A fighter stopped in her tracks as soon as she saw you and Cal coming to her general direction.

“Oh, [y/n], I was about to look for you!”

“Yeah, have the shipments of the medical tech arrived?”

“About an hour ago. We need help in setting it up for the patients,”

You turned to Cal, “That’s where you come in. Let’s go,”

Both of you marched through the halls with you on the lead. The medical bay is located in the farther end of the ground floor just past the conference hall. Cal surprisingly kept his grip on to you all the way, you didn’t mind, though it was sort of a neat discovery on your end.

The medical bay’s doors retracted at the push of a button. Most of the tech has been set up but Cal helped out in configuring them until they’re functional for use; you were busy in tending to the patients’ wounds such as replacing their bandages and plastering their wounds with Bacta strips.

You and Cal have made quick work with the things needed to be done in the medical bay. Cal even managed to revive a decommissioned 2-1B medical droid that only needed a new processor, further impressing the doctors and medics in the room.

“Oh, that’s incredible, Cal!” you sincerely complimented his handiwork with the then-decommissioned medical droid, leaning against his arm as you examine it rebooting and making itself aware of its surroundings.

“Nah, it’s nothing. I fix up droids pretty quick,”

You gave him an affirming pat on his chest as the droid’s sounds gradually changed from distorted garbles until it became a monotonous yet coherent voice.

“System rebooting. Registered name: Eye-Em-Nine. Scanners optimal. Hello, my name is IM-9, 2-1B Medical Droid at your service.”

“Awesome work, Cal!” you gleefully said, shaking him by the arm.

“Well done, [y/n] and Cal! Thanks for configuring these old things. Now we can treat patients with better medical quality,” the doctor commends.

“Glad to help,” Cal beamed.

“How are you feeling, [y/n]?” the doctor asked you casually while poring over a patient’s records chart.

“Better actually. Cal here replaced my bandages earlier,”

“Good man. Oh, by the way, as a reward—here, have these,”

The doctor fished out something from the stock cabinet. He approached you and placed two stim canisters on the palm of your hand. The pair of green vials glowed and their light twinkled in you and Cal’s eyes. BD-1 even peeked over Cal’s shoulder to look at it.

“Oh, but Doc… we can’t… we can’t take these,” you stuttered. “The patients need it more than we do.”

“Oh come now, I insist,” the doctor gently pushes your hand back away from him. “Besides, we have enough for the patient—and another shipment well on the way. Please accept my quite small token of thanks,”

Seeing that you can’t talk your way out of it, you caved and decided to express your gratitude.

“No, it’s quite a big token, Doc. This is gonna come in real handy sooner or later,”

“You’re welcome, [y/n] and Cal,”

BD-1 chirped curiously when the doctor dismissed himself to accommodate a patient in bed.

“How many stims you got left in you, buddy?” you asked.

BD-1 trilled in a soft rhythmic tone—as if counting—and then replied with one loud chirp.

“Oh, well, these are gonna restock your storage real quick,”

BD tilted his head slightly, ejecting the small tray for you to place in the stims in. when you slid the vials into the slots, the tray retracted into BD-1’s head and then the little droid played a string of happy-sounding tones.

“With you, BD, we feel unstoppable,” Cal cooed and fist-bumped with the tiny droid, and you patted his head.

Now with the job done, you exited the medical bay and saw that there was still little sunlight shining through the windows. The fighters and their commanding officers were busy as usual in different sectors—the communications, the strategical planning, and medical efforts to name a few.

The lightbulb in your mind suddenly flickered on and you had an idea. The thought was at the tip of your tongue moments ago and you finally remembered it.

“Oh! Follow me. I wanna show you something,” you grabbed him by the wrist and let go as soon as you felt his feet carry him.

Cal was impressed that you managed to memorize the layout of the temple without a map. Four days isn’t usually the threshold for a person to have memorized an entire place with all its twists and turns. He was able to keep up to your pace as you sprinted through the hallways; you could have been easy to lose with the blind turns and sharp lefts and rights, but Cal stayed close.

“Where are we going?” he huffed as he ran.

“You’ll see!” you heaved as well.

Cal followed you up to the third level of the temple. Both of you finally finished the flight of stairs from the second floor. He hoped that the run was at its end. You two stopped to catch your breaths, you went ahead towards the open balcony.

“This has been my favorite time of the day and favorite thing to do ever since I got here,” you said as if daydreaming.

Cal walked up to your side and saw what you meant.

The view from the third level balcony of the temple was a breathtaking spectacle. The powder blue sky had a royal blue gradient as the sun began to set. The most prominent part of the view is Yavin itself, the red planet blanketed nearly half of the evening sky, accompanied by a multitude of stars and puffs of clouds while dusk comes in. The trees were transforming into silhouettes when the sky grew into a deeper shade of blue, and the stars were multiplying tenfold.

You gestured a nod, “Look down there.”

Cal followed and saw how small the fighters and the ships—including the Mantis—appeared. He couldn’t believe that both of you have gotten this high up in the temple. He stole a glance at you, he watched you stare at whatever’s happening down below and alternately look at the sky—though you stared longer at the sky, looking at it as if the sight came from a dream.

He stood closer to you as he looked down below.

“When I got here, most of them were wounded, they returned with their ships barely holding it together. Even if I wanted to leave, I felt the need to help them,” you thought out loud. “And then, one of their leaders said something. He had a speech for his soldiers. He said something like, ‘the tiniest of sparks could even ignite the largest of infernos.’ I overheard him say that and I can’t help but think, I wonder which one of these fighters is the tiny spark that would light up the blaze.”

“Well, who knows? Maybe one of the people you saved might be. You’re a hero too, [y/n],”

You smile while slightly shaking your head, “I never thought of myself in that high regard,”

“They could’ve died without your help,”

“That’s literally what you said back in Kashyyyk when we got there,”

“Yeah, and even if I keep saying I miss you every day when you were gone, now that you’ve told me about this, I’m proud of you. You saved lives, that’s a really big deal,”

Your cheeks flushed in color while you try to fight back a smile by biting you lip, “Really?”

“Yeah. Come here you,”

Cal pulled you in close to him again, you were really pressed against his body and he encased you in his embrace while he rested his head on the top of your head while both of you continue viewing the evening scene of Yavin IV. Your small arms attempted to wrap the broad of his back as you returned the hug and he planted perhaps a dozen of kisses all over your forehead and cheeks.

“I think I should go on solo trips more often,”

“Why so?”

“So you’d hug and cuddle me tighter than usual like this,”

Albeit being a half-joke, Cal still went for it and thought of a breakeven.

“How about I just smother you more often so you don’t leave my side ever?”

You rolled your eyes in a pensive manner, and then you smiled when you’ve reached a decision.

“Not a bad bargain.”

Cal beamed, leaned closer to you and kissed your lips, shortly but sweetly. He slicked back the loose hairs on your hairline, exposing your forehead and planted another kiss there; and then he rested his cheek over your head again as both of you enjoy the scenic evening view.

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simple-ponderings · 4 years

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The Universe Wants You To Know...

If this pick a card finds its way to you now, then The Universe has a message for you. It may or may not resonate as its a general reading, and that's ok. Take what does resonate and leave the rest as some messages may be for others. The piles are listed 1, 2, 3 from left to right. Close your eyes, feel your spirit and soul. Ask the Universe or God, whoever you believe into guide you to the pile meant for you. When you feel ready open your eyes and choose which feels the most right. I really do hope it helps you all in some way at least. I love you all and take care~

Pile 1- Two of Pentacles, Justice, Two of Cups, Eight of Swords RX, EISTIBUS Angel of Divination. As I was shuffling for you I saw a long gray corridor. A window. A door. A stair case railing. Maybe Home.

222 is significant. There is an air of balancing, a realization of something. There is an internal change occurring within you. Its like you finally realize you can go outside for there is more potential and possibility there after being stuck in the house for so long. Something was keeping you trapped inside. It could be influences from around you or your own mind- a mental prison or blockage if you will. Its like you're finally realizing the power is in your hands. You're deciding to listen to your voice instead of others around you. What do you believe? What do you know to be true? I feel you are seeing the ever changing rhythms of the material physical world- the 3D to be precise, and the ebb and flow of things considered to be more esoteric, occult, spiritual, abstract. You see a truth meant for you alone. I feel you are leaving whats comfortable for you, you are leaving the things you feel familiar with. You are becoming more aware of what is truly outside. Its like you're a young lad/lass leaving home for the very first time. Im surprised The Fool hadnt popped out. With this, however, it is important to remain grounded. There needs to be a healthy balance between your spirituality and practical ways of being in this world. You are being guided, you arent alone. I keep getting this feeling of responsibility and going with the flow. Dont try to control things or outcomes, I think they may backfire for you. Whatever happens, happens- however if you feel called to do something do it. But remain flexible, you must be fluid like the water. 88 and 222 is significant for you. Remember balance, ebb and flow, giving and receiving, action and reaction, cause and effect. Be mindful of these things for they are important lessons for you to consider. I hope this provided some clarity for where ever you are on your journey. I Love You and take care of yourself.

Pile 2- Six of Pentacles, Eight of Cups, King of Swords, ISRAFEL Angel of Song, BINAH Left Eye Knowledge.

When I was shuffling for this pile, I felt determination and self-assuredness about ones self. I also saw a yellow butterfly which may be significant for you. I think you may be going through a transformation that leads you to understand yourself fully. Inside and out. You know who you are and what you're meant to do. If you dont feel this way, you will be soon. The King of Swords really pulls at me. You just Know. You are discerning and wise about the decisions you make. You take logical steps to where you want to be in life. I think you may be receiving downloads about your true essence and you're leaving behind the things that no longer align with your soul. I keep getting the feeling that this will happen to you in the near future, if it hasn't happened already. The time is coming for you to awaken and set off on your journey to do what you're meant to do here. Whatever it may be in your life. You will Know, because something you have been doing or keeping at, will suddenly not feel right or as fulfilling anymore. Im getting the notion that you’ve been working hard at something, but its not cutting out. You arent receiving what you should be receiving because, this isnt meant for you anymore. You're meant to be somewhere else and there’s a deep Knowing inside of you. Angel number 5 may be significant for you. Take your time in doing things. There is no rush. Dont feel pressured. Things will unfold as they’re meant too, for you are always safe and loved in the palm of the Creator. We Love You.

Pile 3- Nine of Cups, Knight of Cups, Six of Swords RX, Two of Swords, DUMAH Angel of Dreams, ZACHRIEL Angel of Memory, CHOKMAH Right Eye- Wisdom.

As I shuffled for this pile I saw babbling brooks, and streams of water flowing under a locked gate. There were autumn leaves falling from trees where a small stream flowed over rocks. “Not wanting to see something. Closed off emotions. Guarded. I dont wanna experience this. Not right now. Im hurt and I dont want to deal with the pain right now.” I feel as though you are trying to prevent something from bubbling up to the surface. Like there is a memory you dont want to think about or relive. You are trying hard not to face it. And yet in doing so, you remain trapped there with it. You carry that wound around you wherever you go. And it may be bleeding out into your reality. You refuse to see it so, it remains there hidden under the waters until it resurfaces again. Maybe you're trying to find other things that make you happy and it really does work, until you find the wound there materializing in your dreams. Maybe there is truth you are seeing, but dont ultimately want to be true. This is a pile that needs to take time to heal. There is hurt that you need to acknowledge before you can continue on your journey. Im sorry for whatever happened. Im sorry that it hurt so bad, but putting it in a box and locking it away forever won’t help you evolve and grow. You are hurting yourself even more. Sooner or later that locked gate will burst open due to the pent up force of the water. Build yourself back up slowly. As you deal with and release this pain, rely on support from family or friends or whoever you trust. This will be a slow process, but there is a great reward for you. Whatever was taken from you will be returned to you tenfold. You will receive something much better than you could have imagined. There is hope and you will not only regain your Flame, it will be much stronger. You will be stronger, but you must travel into your pain and heal from that first. Take as much time as you need and rely on the source of your strength whether it be friends, family, your favorite hobby, leisure activities, whatever allows you to process your emotions in healthy way. Have faith in yourself for We do too. 1010 is significant for you.

Thank you all for reading! I really do hope it has helped you in some way!

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murasaki-murasame · 4 years

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Oh boy that sure was a whole lotta stuff going on in the 1.5-year anniversary digest video, huh?

I was hoping to post some of my predictions and hopes for it beforehand but life stuff got in the way so here we are, lol.

Anyway there’s a lot I wanna talk about across the board so it’ll go under a cut.

When I saw that this digest was like 20 minutes long I figured it’d be padded out, but lol it’s actually even more dense with material than the last one we got. This really makes up for the recent drought of news and content.

Firstly, they immediately showed off Gala Alex, since she’s a given at this point and we all knew it was gonna happen. Funnily enough she actually seems like she might more or less be bait for the banner happening afterward, which also seems to be a shadow element banner.

In general Gala Alex is a weird and complicated character and I’m not sure what to make of her. At first glance she doesn’t seem super essential or game-breaking, but she has poison infliction and buff dispel, so I’d probably benefit from getting her since I don’t really have good units with that sort of utility in my shadow team yet. But I’m not gonna bother doing more than the free daily tenfold summons on this gala, since as a whole she doesn’t interest me much and I think I could live without her.

On top of her weird skill chain mechanic which I’m struggling to wrap my head around, she also introduces the chain co-ability feature, but I’ll get to that later since it’s a whole big thing.

Hopefully she’ll at least let people start accepting sword units into eKai, lol. That fight has a very open and accepting meta, unless you’re a sword unit in which case you’re fucked because there’s currently no meta shadow sword units people want for that fight.

We’re also getting two separate platinum summons for this gala that cover the past gala units, which is honestly kinda tempting to me since I still don’t have Gala Elly, but I’d just have a 1/3 chance of getting her instead of the other two gala units on her platinum summon, who I already have, so it wouldn’t be worth it.

Then there’s a whole bunch of free summons and wyrmite from new endeavors and co-op rewards getting reset. Which will be helpful in building my stash back up, but I’m probably still gonna avoid spending any resources on this gala.

I’m happy that this gala seems like one I can skip, since I went all in to get Tobias, and I didn’t want to end up regretting that.

Anyway, we also got a look at the next raid event, which will start at the end of this month. It looks like it’s another shadow element one, which just reminds me even more how much we need another wind element raid event, but it looks cool. Aldred has a fun, edgy design. I hope he’s actually worth using. As a shadow unit, he’ll at least be competing with the most stacked element in the game. It also looks like the event’s story is gonna involve the Syndicate, which we’ve actually known about via wyrmprint lore since the game came out, but they’ve never come up until now, so that’s interesting.

They also showed off the banner units, who look cool, but it’d take a lot for me to want to summon for them since I have so many good shadow units as it is. They also said it’ll be another two-part banner, which is getting really annoying.

We’re also getting a rerun of the FEH collab event, along with some sort of a new part two event for it, so that’s cool. I started playing the game at the tail end of the FEH collab originally, but I didn’t actually take part in it since I had performance anxiety about doing any of the co-op stuff, lol. So this means i’ll at least finally be able to get Alfonse.

I think the part two event is probably gonna involve more Fire Emblem characters who’ll be on their own banner, but like with the existing FE units, i don’t really have any attachment to that franchise so I probably wouldn’t be interested in pulling for them.

Though on that note, they did say that all of the four existing FEH units will get mana spirals, which might be interesting. But since I already have Euden and Xainfried at 70MC, as well as Gleo, I don’t think I’d be interested in pulling for Marth, Fjorm, or Veronica, lol. It’s at least interesting to set up this precedent, though. I guess we can assume that if Megaman ever gets rerun, he’ll get a mana spiral too.

If we get new FEH units in a part two banner for the event, I feel like they might end up being a bit underwhelming, since they probably won’t come with mana spirals built into their kits, but we’ll see how it goes.

We also got teasers for the next three main story chapters, which isn’t what I expected at all. We already knew when they’d be coming out since they’re on a fixed schedule now, but I didn’t expect actual teasers of the story content in them. Though tbh the thing that intrigues me the most is the gameplay clips of chapter 14 that involve unique maps based around the Alberian capital. I didn’t think we’d get to actually do stuff there, so that’s cool.

Also, them teasing at Leif showing up in chapter 13 is making me think that either he’ll be the next gala unit, or a welfare unit. Hopefully the latter, since he’s obviously a light sword unit and we already have Gala Euden as a light sword. If he’s a welfare unit, though, I hope he’s not super weak like Laxi.

We’re also getting the event replay feature, but sadly it seems like there won’t be any raid events in it at first, and the facility events included from the start are ones that have gotten reruns relatively recently. So that’s a bit lame. I’m glad they said that they plan on adding raid events to it, though. It looks like you can at least get the facilities from the facility events, so I hope we can also get the welfare units from raid events.

With the new version update they’re also apparently introducing a new currency called fafnir medals which can, to some degree or another, be exchanged for different materials. There’s a whole list of them, but let’s be honest here. The only one that actually matters is the gold testaments, lmao. Unless there’s a really rigid cap on how many of them you can trade for each week/month, that’ll probably be the main thing people trade for. Hopefully it can help address the need for more testaments [especially now that co-abilities are a bit more important]

Then there’s a few bits and pieces to the 1.18 update that they didn’t even mention in the digest. Like how there’ll be adjustments to daily endeavors, the addition of normal endeavors related to using skip tickets on your daily stages, and the ability to check your summon history. But the biggest deal they didn’t mention is how they’re standardizing drop rates in e/mHDTs, and adding horns to the weekly bonus chests for eHDTs. Which is basically exactly what people had been asking for.

We’re also eventually gonna get our encyclopedia feature, which will be nice, especially since it apparently comes with rewards based on how much stuff you have. Which will probably provide a huge batch of rewards to old players right off the bat.

They also showed off two more Agito bosses, who will probably be the next two ones. They didn’t say which would come out next, exactly, but we at least got their names and full designs, which also spells out what elements they are. I can’t actually remember their names at the moment, but the Sylvan lady is water, while the twins are flame. Since wind units have been getting some attention lately, I think the Sylvan lady will be next, and then the flame twins afterward, but we’ll see. One way or another I think the final Agito is gonna be the shadow element one. Which is a bit lame, since my light team really needs a boost. Oh well.

Oh, and they also teased at the Agito, or at least Volk, being formally introduced in chapter 14 of the main campaign, so that’s interesting.

And of course one of the biggest things in this whole update is the huge changes to co-abilities in general. Chain co-abilities are the main thing, but I’m also really intrigued by how in co-op matches, you’ll now take on the effects of your own team’s co-abilities, rather than the co-abilities of the main units your team-mates are using. On the one hand it means you can more comfortably run multiple units of the same weapon type in co-op without feeling like it’s a waste, but I feel like it’s also gonna introduce new ways to cheese some fights, like how 4-Gleo comps can now benefit from stuff like defensive co-abilities from AI units. I think that sort of situation was an intentional choice on Cygames’ part, though. It seems like their way of helping to make end-game content easier and more accessible. It also means that you have to depend less on your team-mates if you need stuff like defensive coabilities to survive an opening blast or something. So you can control that yourself and not worry about what co-op room you end up in.

But the real star of the show, whether or not it ends up being more game-changing than the change to how co-abilities are applied in general, is the chain co-ability feature. Which basically just seems to be a straight up second co-ability that every unit gets, but with the unique quality that they can stack with each other. I don’t actually know how often you’d bother stacking them, though. I looked through all the units I own and what chain co-abilities they have, and it seems like in each element, it’s usually units of the same weapon type that have overlapping chain co-abilities [like Mitsuhide and Fritz getting combo time]. So most of the time I don’t think you’d bother. It also looks like they’re kinda under-tuned, stat-wise, probably to compensate for them being stackable, so I think they might ultimately not be a huge deal, but hey, it’s just a straight up bonus set of stats on top of everything else, lol.

It’s a bit overwhelming since literally EVERY character has a chain co-ability now, and there’s way more variety in them than with regular co-abilities, but there are a few that stick out to me.

-Water seems to be the only element with units that have buff time chain co-abilities, from what I can tell, with Renee, S-Estelle, and Cibella having it. I think this might make S-Estelle a more valued AI team-mate for water teams, since buff time is a pretty big deal, and she also brings the skill damage coability.

-Light seems like one of the main cases where you might stack chain co-abilities, since S-Luca, Annelie, and Fritz have the same one that gives a strength buff whenever you get an energy stack [with a cooldown]. Which I think has a lot of potential, depending on how exactly it works.

-On a similar note, Lucretia has one that gives her a chance to get inspiration stacks when she gets energy stacks [I forget if it applies to just her or the whole team, though], which is interesting. I had a feeling they’d start adding inspiration mechanics to light to complement the amount of energy mechanics going on with them.

-OG Xainfried gets Dragon Claws VI, which seems like it’ll probably be a pretty huge deal for him. Pipple also gets about 18% dragon haste when he’s maxed out, which seems like it’d complement really nicely with Xainfried’s kit.

-Mitsuhide and Fritz’s combo time chain co-ability is gonna be REALLY nice for Gala Luca, since he kinda struggles to keep a high combo, but part of his kit relies on it.

-There’s a whole lot of units who get defensive chain co-abilities which will probably help people get by in HDTs even more. Including units with offensive co-abilities like Mikoto and Valerio.

All in all it seems like a really overwhelming and potentially game-changing mechanic. I also think it’s gonna be just about impossible to properly reflect the implications of it in the DPS sims, lol. This introduces way too many variables. And even then, the DPS sims won’t account for any of the more defensive ones, which have their own value.

Since the chain co-abilities seem to be tied to the regular co-abilities with how they get upgraded, it sounds like this is gonna incentivize getting more people’s co-ability nodes, which will also involve more use of testaments.

The chain co-abilities are one thing, but there’s also some interesting uses for how you benefit from your own AI members’ co-abilities in co-op. Mainly for characters with unique co-abilities like Tobias, H-Mym, and V-Melody. I think Ezelith is gonna basically always want to have an H-Mym on her team, Lin You is gonna want V-Melody on her team, and any wind buffer other than Tobias is gonna want a Tobias on the team to give them more buff-time.

Oh, and I almost forgot that they also casually mentioned that they’re gonna be bringing back defensive battle event types in the future. They didn’t go into much detail about it, but I assume it means that we’ll get more random events once in a while with the same sort of format as the FEH one. Hopefully that’d help alleviate the feeling of stagnation that comes with constantly alternating between raid and facility events endlessly. Since I didn’t actually participate in the FEH event I don’t know what that whole event type entails, though.

I’m probably forgetting lots of stuff they talked about, but they talked about a LOT of stuff, lol. It’s hard to keep track of it all. I wasn’t expecting such a substantial update for the 1.5-year anniversary, but I’m happy with it.

#murasaki rambles #dragalia lost #no thoughts in my head only mini zodi u_u

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experimentalmadness · 4 years

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Cin Vhetin Ch. 8: Judgement

Chapter Summary: Din and Zethu are out on assignment and things get tense.

In which absolutely no one talks about their feelings and everyone is still firmly in the enemies to lover slowest of burns moods.

Pairing: Din x OC/Reader (however you prefer to read it)

Masterlist: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7

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It’s a long one, folks just an fyi. Feel free to swap over to the Ao3 link if it’s easiest. And please lemme know if you are liking this story. :)

***

Zethu was still expecting a trap.

She had raised all kinds of hell when the Mandalorian had stated point blank they’d be taking his ship and leaving her’s behind. But in the end she relented. It made a kind of sense she didn’t much feel like arguing over. Two ships were always more noticeable than the one. Besides if the Mandalorian didn’t intend to take her back to Nevarro to claim what’s hers, she could always kill him.

Zethu shifted herself awkwardly into the seat behind the pilot’s chair. Her ribs hurt. Her face hurt. Her bones hurt, but she kept her mouth shut tight. Maybe the bounty hunter was just waiting until they were in deep space before blasting her out the airlock. Maybe he was waiting for her to let her guard down just long enough to slip a vibroblade between her cracked ribs. She fidgeted, hating everything about this entire situation.

The Mandalorian seemed oblivious to Zethu’s distrustful stares boring into the back of his helmet. He took them up and out of Nevarro’s atmosphere and Zethu gave one last mournful look through the viewport at her lovely Lancer. She let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding when they reached the relative quiet of space.

The Mandalorian began punching in the coordinates in the nav computer to make the jump to lightspeed. Zethu braced herself as space warped around them. Normally she enjoyed that initial rush, the flow of energy as light and time distended and contracted. Now all she noticed was how it aggravated her injuries.

She’d be trapped on this ship for at least a day.

No way out.

Something moved against her leg. Zethu jolted and immediately regretted the action, holding her side. She tried to lean forward to see what had brushed against her, seeing one tiny green claw batting at her calf. With one eyebrow raised she reached down and was rewarded with a childish giggle as she held the kid up by the collar of its little brown robe. “Don’t look now, Mando,” Zethu snickered, “but we have ourselves a stowaway.”

Zethu laughed at the double take the Mandalorian immediately performed. “What the—you’re supposed to be with Cara!”

The child offered up what Zethu was certain was an articulate excuse, but alas, it was in baby nonsense. She set the child down on her lap. “Sneaky little bug, aren’t ya?”

“Get down from there.” It was extremely satisfying watching him gesture for the kid to leave Zethu’s lap.

“Aw, I’m not about to hurt the kid.”

“Now,” the Mandalorian clarified.

Balancing itself precariously the kid hopped down from Zethu’s lap, trundling over to the Mandalorian and hopping up onto the console instead. Still chuckling to herself, Zethu cautiously stood up from her chair, stretching out bruised muscles. The Mandalorian was mumbling quietly to the kid, huffing something about “what am I going to do with you?” and “Cara is gonna lose it.”

So she was surprised when he suddenly snapped his attention back to her as she made her way out of the cockpit. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Uh? Clearly not out into space?” With that she dropped down the ladder into the ship proper.

It wasn’t much. Neither was her ship either if she was being honest. She tapped a few slats and prodded obviously sealed closet and storage spaces. Punching a few buttons revealed a veritable armory. She whistled as she surveyed the blasters before the doors were suddenly shut in her face.

The Manadalorian was at her side, kid swaddled in one arm, the other jabbing accusingly at her. “Don’t touch anything.”

Zethu backed off innocently enough, slumping down and sitting up against the opposite paneling. The kid squirmed out of the Mandalorian’s arms and went toddling back over to her. It seemed to be interested in examining the buckles on her boots. “You know I have no idea why the imps want this little bug. Gonna be honest though, they also failed to tell me I’d be going up against a full blown Mandalorian when I took the job,” she grinned. “After Raydonia I upped my price. They were...not happy.”

“Who do they say you’d be after, then?” he leaned against a crate and even through the helmet Zethu could tell he was watching the kid closely.

Zethu shrugged. “Just some hunter who reneged on a deal. Think they were afraid standard mercs would back out if they knew. You guys do have a bit of a reputation, you know.”

“Still gonna collect?”

“Yup,” Zethu said without a moment’s hesitation. “I also have a bit of a reputation, Mando,” she winked.

“So,” the man crossed his arms, “what’s the plan for Coruscant? I wouldn’t advise going in blasters hot.”

“Hah! Not unless we wanted to get arrested by the Republic. No, I got a little germ of an idea. If your friend’s info was correct and you can get me into the tech center I might be able to draw out Gedos without firing a shot. At least until we get him somewhere more secure.”

She ran a gloved finger down the kids’ long ear. It giggled, wiggling its head and playfully batting at her hand. She didn’t much want to think about Gedos Sal, or what was going to happen on Coruscant.

“The other Offshoots who saw you wanted you dead,” The Mandalorian pointed out. His modulator gave him a similar flat affect to his voice as Zethu’s own once did, but he hadn’t put in any of the regulators she had done to tune the emotion out. She heard his curiosity...tinged with a bit of disgust. Honestly, his judgement of her life was getting tiresome.

“Gedos won’t.”

Your parents would be proud of you. She was eight years old again, dirt-faced and bloodied as she kneeled, bent over in electro-stocks, hands and neck shackled by the sparking blue electricity. Remember you’re the best of them.

“His mistake,” Zethu snapped. “It’s to our advantage. We get him secure, we get him back to Numidian—”

“And then we settle this.”

Zethu stared hard at the tinted visor of the Mandalorian’s helmet. “Yeah. Once and for all.”

***

Din couldn’t remember the last time he had been near Coruscant’s orbit. Flying into the heart of the former Galactic—now Republic—space was not the norm. Sure, hunters made the trip all the time in search of marks and the galaxy’s biggest city had a fairly lucrative underworld, but it was no place for a Mandalorian. He glanced over his shoulder at his reluctant companion and saw Zethu Desh looked equally concerned as she stared hard out the viewport. She probably wouldn’t want to come this close to the Republic either.

The Crimson Dawn operative had called her a terrorist in Arkanian space. It didn’t take a particularly good imagination to wonder what she could have done to be slapped with that crime. Sedition against her own people and murder were the other charges leveled against her. She clearly had little love for her kind. But whatever her flaws at least she fought like a hell of a warrior. He could respect that.

Din brought the Razor Crest in for a landing and his dislike for Coruscant rose tenfold. There were no good hiding places to land out of sight. The massive city rose up before them complete with traffic, skyscraping spires, and neon sign postings. He swore under his breath.

“Head out to the Works,” Zethu mumbled into her hand. Her face was pressed into her palm as she rested facing the viewport.

“The what?”

“Abandoned factory district. ‘S quiet there. We’ll have a bit of a walk towards the city proper but it’s better than paying Coruscant landing prices. Less noticable too. You wanna go east from here.”

Staring at her would not determine if she had an ulterior motive for the landing site, and Din didn’t have another viable solution to refute her. Shrugging, he took her advice and headed east, keeping his altitude as high as he could to avoid possible sensors or trackers. Who knew what the New Republic had installed in the atmo to count incoming ships. He traveled at Zethu’s directions until the skyline leveled and a trail of black smoke entered the sky.

Fire and ash gushed from pipes across the surface and rusted over factories dotted the landscape. Din took the Razor Crest in lower, doing a quick scan and sensing no living heat signatures. In the end, he decided on landing the ship in the shadow of one of the larger factory shells. There was plenty of flat available surface nestled between the abandoned structure and the massive pipes.

“Alright,” Din swiveled in his seat. “You are going to stay here in this time!” He pointed at the child who had once again, despite his insistence, found its way onto Zethu’s lap.

“Sure, keep the kid in the ship on one of the biggest cities ever. It’s not like its known to wander off, right? That sounds like a great idea,” Zethu mocked.

She had a point. He hated that. “I’m not taking the kid into a fight.”

“If we do things right there won’t be much of a fight,” Zethu stood up, gently placing the kid back on the ground. “The little bug’ll be fine. More than I can say for leaving it here on the hope it doesn’t disappear without a trace.”

“Didn’t seem to care for the kid’s well-being when you were trying to blast us out of the sky months ago.”

Zethu only shrugged, a sharp-toothed half grin appearing on her face. “Not trying to do that today, though am I? Honestly, Mando could we try and stay in the moment?” She dropped out of sight down the ladder.

There wasn’t much for it. He gathered his weapons and the child and disembarked. Instantly, Din was glad he hadn’t left the kid behind. The Works were a vast, ashen-covered district with trap after trap for a small womp rat like the kid to get lost in. And it had a terrible habit of trying to sneak out. They’d have to work on that.

Zethu hadn’t been kidding about that walk back to the city. Without a speeder or an air taxi it took the three of them well into the early evening to bridge into the underbelly of the city proper. “How long do you think a work day is here?” Din asked. “Any chance of Gedos still being at the tech centers by the time we could reach them.”

“Fair point,” Zethu shrugged. “Luckily we got plenty of options for a stake out.”

“What? No. I’m getting us a speeder and we’re heading back to the ship.”

“Like hell we are!” Zethu laughed. “I don’t know about you, but I’d rather sleep in a bed.”

“Zethu!” but she was already walking away, hands in pockets. “Zethu!” with another curse he chased after her. “Maybe this will come as a shock to you, but I need to keep a low profile.”

She rolled her eyes at that. “You’re on Coruscant, Mando. No one cares who you are or what you do, or where you came from. Here, you just let me do the talking. And give me the kid.”

“No.”

“Look, I’m not gonna—”

Din drew his blaster and pressed it none-to-gently into ribs he knew were still heavily bandaged. “I said no.”

Zethu batted the blaster away, but backed off, glaring at him and rubbing her chest. “Fine,” she growled and Din heard her curse in Arkanian.

They picked up an airtaxi without an issue, heading in no particular direction, but Zethu seemed to have a vague idea of direction. Din wanted to ask her when the last time she had been on Coruscant had been, but Zethu didn’t seem to be in the sharing mood anymore. And she had been right about one thing, no one seemed to be paying them any serious attention.

His armor caught a few curious glances, but for the most part the city was teeming with folk just trying to reach their destination. Most never even bothered looking up from where they were driving or walking. Zethu continued to steer them on. They rose a few levels in the planetary city, but not too high. Judging from the decor they were still in the seedier underbelly, and that was fine by him.

Din was in danger of getting completely lost but Zethu brought them to a dimly lit hotel where a female Rodian greeted them in her language. As Zethu promised she did the majority of the talking.

“A room for me and my partner, please,” she said.

The Rodian said something that made Zethu laughed. Admittedly his Rodese was a little rusty, but he was positive they were talking about him. “What? No, you think he’s a real Mandalorian? Trust me, friend, you don’t want to know what he had to do to get that armor.”

At the Rodian’s response Zethu reached into her pockets for a handful of credits, sliding an appropriate amount over to the receptionist and, with two fingers, sliding a few extra back. “A tip,” she winked. “We were never here.”

The Rodian responded with a little bow, taking her extra credits. “Hah! Exactly, city’s so big all types of people come this way,” Zethu said with another big smile as she gestured for Din to follow her to the lift.

The minute the doors sealed she let out a breath and the jovial expression on her face melted away. “Rodians are so easy,” she said without malice or much of anything at all. Those colorless eyes held no visible animosity, but there was a hard line around her mouth. All business again.

The lift let them out in a suitably comfortable space. The child, as if sensing they were in a relatively safe area, wriggled free of his grip and wandered into the room, climbing up on one of the two beds. “This’ll do,” Zethu shrugged out of her crimson jacket. “I’d say make yourself comfortable, but I doubt you will.”

Neither was she. She wouldn’t stay still for a moment, checking cabinets, drawers, and thoroughly shaking out the bedsheets. Looking for possible surveillance? Hidden weapons? Probably both given their shady location. “You know I’ve always wondered, do Mandalorians actually sleep with their helmets on?” she sniggered as she finished her sweep.

“While you’re here? Yes.”

“You’re funny, Mando,” Zethu winked as she unlatched the transparisteel screen, leaning out onto the miniscule balcony. The sounds of the city filtered into the room, speeders and hawkers, droid whistles and a steady thrum of music playing in one of the many clubs of the Undercity. “Never really had an excuse to get to know most of my marks before.”

“You seem to know your way around. When was the last time you were planetside?” Din ignored her attempts to rile him up. He meticulously laid out his arsenal on the edge of his own bed, shifting the kid away from the rifle and vibroblades each time it waddled too close.

“Eh...long time. Works good on Coruscant if you can get it and not upset the local mercs, but I prefer living in the Mid to Outer Rim,” Zethu wasn’t looking at him, content to sit herself by the balcony ledge and stare out towards the city.

“Away from the Dominion.”

At that her gaze did snap back to him. She glared hard for a moment, before a little of that anger seemed to slough off as she gave a large sigh and roll of her shoulders. She leaned her head back against the screen. “Yeah. Away from them.”

“A terrorisim charge must make getting bounty work hard,” he counted the rounds of ammunition he still had, hearing Zethu’s hateful laugh.

“You know for some crime syndicates it makes them give me a higher starting offer. When most people hear of you evading the Arkanian Dominion for two whole decades word gets around.”

“When people hear you kill your own without hesitation I imagine that gets around, too.”

“Oh fuck you, Mando.” Din had never heard such malice from the merc before not even prior to their marathon fight. He turned around half expecting to see her ready to fling herself at him, weapons out, but she was still sitting patiently by the balcony, only her face showed the real wrath. Her body was poised and still.

“I got the terrorism charge slapped on when I blew a couple of Adascorp facilities sky-high. Didn’t even know about it until I saw my name show up on someone’s datapad. House Adasca never leaves loose ends, but screw ‘em. Screw the damn Adascacorp, the Dominion, and every. Single. Arkanian, left on that iceball wreck of a planet. You don’t get to judge me, Mando. I was born in a dark, abysmal mineshaft with Arkanian overseers so harsh they wouldn’t even let my own mother off her shift long enough to give birth to me. That’s how much an Offshoot miner’s life is worth where I come from. We were genetically invented to obey and scrap and bow to our Arkanian masters. My parents tried to incite the miners to rebellion. Some great uprising of my Offshoot brethren that would “unite us all” or some absolute spacejunk. All it got was them shot by a firing squad while the rest of “my” people went on like nothing changed. I stole a freighter first chance I got. Should never have let anyone else on it. But some people in my mining crew found out. Said sure, why not. Better than going into the galaxy alone, right? Serves me right. Second we get spotted by Dominion ships half of them are blubbering about maybe we should just head back and ask for forgiveness. I wasn’t going back. So I shot the three who begged. That’s my big crime against my people, Mando. And I’d do it again. Survival is everything. What sins have your Mandalorians committed to stay alive that you get to judge me for mine?”

Din had nothing he could say to that. Zethu’s eyes never shifted from him, never flinched. The wind tousled her silver hair across her face as she shook her head at him, turning to stare back out the window. She took a deep, controlled breath in and it was only then Din saw how tight she had been clenching her fists against her lap.

“I hate this damn planet,” she said quietly, the anger leaving her voice bit by bit so that she sounded smaller...sadder even than Din would have guessed possible. “You can’t see the stars here.”

#The Mandalorian #Din Djarin x OC #Din x oc #Mandalorian x OC #long post #Cin Vhetin #in this house we get absolutely bonkers carried away with fics that were only supposed to be a few chapters but is now a fucking novel #;_;

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iamnotbrianmay · 5 years

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The A Experience

okay ladios, here is chapter 3. I hope you like it because I had such a fun time writing it! Anyway, I know that these chapters might feel extremely short but as time goes by they will get longer. That’s a promise. I just need to get this small snippets in first and then the real action will begin, mwahahahahaha!

anyway, on with the chapter, I hope you enjoy!

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Selkie Bar

9:32pm

Four days, twenty three hours, and twenty eight minutes before the Christmas Dinner

Brian hated his job ninety percent of the time. It was tedious, demanding, and usually left him feeling like death by the end of his shift, but his parents couldn’t know about his habits of playing in a band with Freddie and John, and the job as waiter paid the exact amount of money for him to keep that secret safe. So four days a week he would ignore his school work and rest time in favour of making what little money a low wage job could make him.

However, the part of his job that Brian did enjoy made up for every single time he ever had to suffer because of the odd hours of lack of sleep. Every once in a while the musicians hired to play at the bar failed to show up, or even worse, were terrible at what they did. These were the moments in which Brian’s boss would send him a look and he would clean up as nicely as he could in the pub’s small bathroom and start singing for the crowd.

That night was one of those nights where his hard work was rewarded.

He put on a black button-up shirt he usually leaves at his locker for the exact occasion, and starts tuning the acoustic guitar that the bar owner keeps on the back. It’s not his Red Special, but it would most definitely have to do. He tried a few simple melodies to warm up and then when he felt confident enough he stood up and walked into the stage.

People didn’t clap, but Brian liked to pretend they did. He could imagine himself as a huge rock star, playing for thousands of people and hearing them all chant his name, even if all he was ever going to get was crappy old bars and run down restaurants. He sat in the middle of the stage, microphone in front of him, guitar in hand, and barely bothered to introduce himself before he started to play.

He sang to the microphone, and played like some sort of second nature, he breezed through classics, newer songs, and even one or two which he had composed with Freddie and John seating at their apartment.

When it was finally time to leave he did get some applause and the feeling of warmth that filled his chest was enough to get him through the rest of his shift. However long that might be.

Brian walked over to the bar and ordered a glass of water with ice. He leaned against a wooden table as his coworker, a lanky guy named Ryan, complimented him on his guitar skills as he preprepared his drink.

Then the bar owner, a burly old man with more grey than brown is his hair, walked over and patted Brian in the shoulder, “A good show, like always.”

“Thank you Mr Lee,” Ryan handed him the glass of water and Brian took a sip, then thanked him, too.

“You know,” Mr Lee commented, “I think you got yourself an admirer.”

Brian raised his eyebrows and felt his cheeks heat up, “Oh really?”

Mr Lee hummed in agreement, “He seems like a nice bloke. Long hair, charming personality, almost mistook him for a girl!”

“Don’t you say.” Brian tried to sound excited.

“Oh yes,” Mr Lee agreed, “and he is looking at us right now.”

Brian looked around the bar, trying to find the person that his boss was talking about and at first he couldn’t find him. But then his eyes met familiar blue eyes and he nearly choked on the water he had been drinking.

“Funny looking, ain’t he?”

Brian felt his cheeks hot as fire as Roger held his gaze and smiled, “I don’t know how you could mistake him for a girl.”

“The long hair, pretty eyes,” Mr Lee patted him in the shoulder, “well I better stop talking about this boy. My husband always finds out when I do.”

Brian was still looking at Roger, and the younger boy must have noticed that he was stuck with his boss because his smile only grew. Almost as if he was laughing about Brian’s current situation. He was leaning against a table, nursing a beer and laughing at the older boy’s misfortune. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and was startled out of his thoughts.

“Did you hear what I said?”

Brian wracked his brain, trying to see if he had been paying attention to a single word his boss had just said, but he came out empty. His blush increased a tenfold, “No, um, no? I am sorry.”

Mr Lee laughed and rolled his eyes, “I said go get him. I can take care of the tables for tonight.”

Brian blinked, twice, “Are you serious?”

“Quite,” Mr Lee said, “you know, they used to call me Cupid.” Brian’s blush returned full force, and Mr Lee laughed, “Go get him. Consider it a gift for tonight’s amazing performance.”

He managed one nervous thank you and his boss laughed before patting Brian in the back and sending him off to meet Roger, guitar on one hand and glass in the other. As he approached Roger’s smile widened, “You never told me that your day job was playing at a bar.”

His voice was melodic and soft, for one second Brian forgot how to speak, then he quickly realised that just staring would probably only make things awkward, he put his glass and guitar down then stuffed his hands in his pockets, “It’s not. I’m actually just the waiter.”

“A pretty impressive waiter.”

Brian blushed and scratched the back of his neck, “So, what are you doing here?” He stopped scratching once he realised how that must have sounded, “Not that I don’t want you to be here, no, no, no, it’s actually great to meet you in person but I —um, I guess I just didn’t expect to find you here?”

Roger laughed at his awkwardness, “I know what you meant Brian, don’t worry,” he took a sip from the beer in his hand, “I come here often, but I don’t think I had ever seen you.”

Brian raised his eyebrows, “You do?”

Roger nodded, “I like to call it a pre-party bar. The beer is cheap, so is the food, and the atmosphere is just right to get me in the mood.”

Brian scoffed, “Well, those are things you definitely don’t think about when you work here.”

“You don’t like it?”

Brian shook his head, “I’d rather be studying or playing music, if I am honest. But I need the money.”

“Understandable,” Roger said, and silence settled over them.

It was awkward and long, Brian was suffering because of his lack of preparation for the meeting and Roger seemed painfully unaware of the fact that Brian was, in fact, struggling to fill the empty space with words.

“So,” Brian wrung his hands together, “do you want to talk about, you know, it?”

Roger raised an eyebrow, “The Christmas dinner?” Brian nodded, and Roger took another swig of his beer, “Jesus you make it sound like a funeral.”

“That’s because it will be my funeral,” Brian mumbled and Roger laughed.

“It can’t be that bad, can it?”

Brian made a gesture with his hands, as if he was trying to explain everything without words and then looked at Roger in the eyes, “Oh it will be for me if we don’t get this right. My friends are like all my worst nightmares combined into a single group of people.”

Roger frowned, “Then why stick with them?”

“Oh,” Brian said and crossed his arms, “because I love them, of course.”

Roger stares at him for a couple of seconds before he shrugs, “Sounds fair. So, what is the plan?”

Brian smiles, takes a sip from his cup, and sits down. Roger follows his lead and sits down on the seat in front of him. They smile at each other before Roger leans forward, resting his chin on his hands.

“Well, first we have to know everything about each other. And I do really mean everything.”

Roger snorts, a loose strand of hair flutters with the exhale and Brian thinks that maybe he might be a little too excited about getting to know the boy in front of him. Roger cocks his head and looks at Brian innocently, “Okay, boyfriend, tell me everything I need to know about you.”

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our-dailyimpact · 4 years

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12 SIMPLE WAYS TO ENJOY LIFE MORE

1. ASK YOURSELF THIS QUESTION What is the one thing I can start doing or stop doing that might have the most important impact on my life?

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Progress, not perfection!

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Try writing down your ‘ideal day.’ Be very specific. What time does one wake up? How does one spend your morning? What does one eat? Who does one see? Where does one go?

This exercise will offer you a thought of the difference between what your life is like now, and what you would like it were. After all, happiness is usually the difference between expectations and reality.

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You will be rewarded tenfold whenever you express gratitude. Be thankful for both the positive and annoying things that happen to you. We learn from all of it.

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In short, gratitude causes you to less self-centered, and more optimistic, relaxed, and resilient.

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But all citizenry are social creatures, and that we got to engage socially. attempt to choose people that lift you. If you are feeling unhappy after hanging out with someone, that’s not who you would like to spend your precious free time with.

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While spending 30 monotonous minutes on an elliptical machine probably isn’t getting to cause you to happier, finding an activity you are doing enjoy definitely will.

I like taking group fitness classes like spinning and boxing. It quite takes care of the ‘be social’ and ‘move your body’ tasks in one fell swoop.

Zumba classes are lively, walking, and running feels quite free, and we’ve all heard the advantages of yoga. Or happen some music and dance around your house sort of a maniac. I can almost guarantee that you’ll feel better afterward.

11. BE CURIOUS When you were a child, you almost certainly annoyed the heck out of your parents with questions. As we get older, our sense of curious wonder evolves into feeling like we all know it all.

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Ask people questions about themselves. There’s probably more to them than you see on Facebook. Let’s hope so anyway.

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12. STOP COMPARING YOURSELF This is one of the foremost important one! Comparison is the thief of joy.

You’re on a different journey, with different struggles and successes than everyone else. you're doing yourself a serious disservice if you compare yourself to people.

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Stop worrying about what everyone else is doing, and specialize in being the simplest you'll be.

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bloojayoolie · 5 years

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Being Alone, Cats, and Children: Riley The sweetest, wiggliest and happiest girl. Soft, Friendly and Playful. Easy to handle. Sits on command Earned all ID# 28801 coveted 1 s on her Safer. AVERAGE HOME 6 yrs old, 50 lbs Waiting on Love @ Booklyn ACC TO BE KILLED 8/24/19 Who's the Sweetest Little Lovebug in All the Land? Riley is described as the `sweetest, wiggliest and happiest pup @ Brooklyn ACC.` Soft, Playful and Friendly and waiting for a loving home. - Come and meet her today! <3 A volunteer writes: Riley is a little angel with four paws. She is a bit agoraphobic at the moment, so walking her involves lots of crouching down, baby-talking and cuddle filled pep talks that put a little momentum in her step (until the next garbage truck comes by!). She does better in the safety of our yard where she catches brief bursts of the zoomies and prances around with toys. She has THE softest personality, and although the world might be a big scary place, she definitely harbors a LOT of love for the people in it. She has the sweetest wiggle, gives kisses, and is very gentle (and genuine!) in all of her displays of affection. She's impossible not to love, gives it back tenfold, and with her soul-person at her side (hint: that could be you!!) I hope she'll grow to see the world as the stage for adventures. Please come meet her at Brooklyn ACC! A staff member wrote in June 2018: After a month Riley is ready to move out this high energy 6 year old loves to play with toys and people. When she was brought in her jumped and started giving kisses! She needs a bit of patience meeting dogs, but has warmed up a bit over time. This 50 lb cutie has done well on walks and improved in play groups. VIDEOS: https://youtu.be/454f0uorzTc Riley with Zoomies https://youtu.be/cq0VzP64vKQ Her Trainers Video end of July 2018 - Riley really needs a home https://youtu.be/eXmlGjLo5Y8 RILEY, ID# 28801, 7 yrs and 2 mos old, xx lbs, Brooklyn Animal Care Center, Large Mixed Breed Cross, White / Tan Spayed Female, Adoption Return (was adopted 08/04/18) Owner Surrender Reason:owner surrender on 8/10/2019, with the surrender reason stated as animal behavior - aggressive towards people. Shelter Assessment Rating: NEW HOPE ONLY Riley was soft and social throughout the intake process. She readily approached all of the counselors with loose wiggly body and jumped up in a social manner seeking attention. Date of Intake: 8/10/2019 Spay/Neuter Status: Spayed Basic Information:: Riley is a white and tan female dog that was found and brought to ACC as a stray. Previously lived with:: 2 adults, recently 1 child How is this dog around strangers?: Around adults she is friendly and outgoing. She will bark, lunge and growl at children, whether strangers or known. How is this dog around children?: Riley will bark lunge and growl and children and attempt to bit. She has bitten several children but has not broken skin. How is this dog around other dogs?: She is reactive towards other dogs. She will sniff politely initially on leash and then will bark and lunge. How is this dog around cats?: When she sees cats on the street she will chase and attempt to bite. Resource guarding:: No resource guarding noted for toys or food. Bite history:: She has multiple (estimated to be 5) bite incidents all with children. She has never broken skin but has bitten and held onto a child's shirt. The clients stated that the initial incidents were on the street and Riley would lunge at the child and bite clothing. Most recently, 2 days prior to surrender, Riley lunged and bit onto the shirt of the resident child and held on. No other details were given about any of the bites. Housetrained:: Yes Energy level/descriptors:: High Other Notes:: When left alone she will urinate on the furniture. Has this dog ever had any medical issues?: No For a New Family to Know: Riley is high energy and pulls hard on leash and also likes ot run around and occasionally knocks people over. She does not like being left alone and has separation anxiety. She enjoys playing with toys. She knows cues sit, down, paw. She is great at the vet and is good for baths. 8/11/2019 Summary:: Loose; Allowed all handling ENERGY LEVEL:: Riley has been observed to exhibit a medium level of energy during her interactions in the care center. We cannot be certain of her behavior in a home environment, but we recommend that she be provided daily mental and physical stimulation as an outlet for her energy. IN SHELTER OBSERVATIONS:: When two handlers approach Riley in her kennel, she is seen to be loose and wiggly. She will jump up onto the bars. But when unlocking the kennel door, Riley will slightly move away from the rope initially, but when the handler removes the rope from her sight, Riley becomes wiggly again and comes forward. One handler was able to rope Riley once treats were introduced. The handler continued to use treats to get Riley out of the kennel and out of the room. Once in the hallway, Riley immediately dropped to the floor and refused to move. The second handler left to get a collar and harness and placed it on Riley and removed the rope. Riley then took a few steps forward and followed a trail of treats, but then would stop and refuse to move again. Both handlers tried using toys and treats to help Riley walk. Another dog left a room further down the hallway and Riley immediately became interested in the other dog. She started to bark, whine, and pull towards the other dog. Upon seeing her reaction, one handler went to get a helper dog. Upon seeing the helper walk past her, Riley began to follow the other dog outside to the play yard. Handlers then used a stuffed training dog to help Riley back inside the building. Riley pulled hard following the training dog back into the room and easily went back into her kennel without issue. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION:: New Hope Only Behavior Asilomar: TM - Treatable-Manageable Recommendations:: No children (under 13),Single-pet home,Recommend no dog parks,Place with a New Hope partner Recommendations comments:: No children (under 13): Due to Riley's reported separation anxiety, reactivity and multiple-bite history with children, combined with her overall anxiety, we believe she would be best set up to succeed in an adult-only home at this time. Recommend no dog parks/Single pet home: Due to the behaviors that Riley has shown during playgroup (see DOG-DOG BEHAVIOR SUMMARY), we feel that Riley should not visit dog parks and be the only dog at this time, until she has had the opportunity to learn appropriate social skills when interacting with other dogs. The Behavior Department recommends that Riley receive dog socialization session under the supervision of a certified trainer or behaviorist. Place with a New Hope partner: Although she displays social behavior when interacting with staff members, Riley has been reported to have had multiple bite incidents with children in a previous home environment. Despite each incident resulting in no broken skin or punctures, as a result of these reports as well as her separation anxiety and observed reactivity, we feel she would be best set up to succeed if placed with an experienced rescue partner who can help manage these behaviors and decompress in a more stable environment, prior to seeking permanent placement. Force-free, reward based training only is advised when introducing or exposing Riley to new and unfamiliar situations, as well as utilizing guidance from a qualified, professional trainer/behaviorist. Potential challenges: : Multiple-bite history/risk of future aggression,Separation anxiety,On-leash reactivity/barrier frustration,Kennel presence Potential challenges comments:: Multiple-bite history: Riley is reported to have had multiple bite incidents with children, none of which resulted in broken skin. The most recent incident involved Riley biting and holding the resident child's shirt, but no contact made to skin. No other details provided. Please refer to the handout for Multiple-bite history/risk of future aggression. Separation anxiety: Previous owner reported Riley to exhibit separation anxiety when left alone in the home and has also been reported to urinate on the furniture. Should this behavior arise in a home environment, please refer to the handout for Separation anxiety. On-leash reactivity/barrier frustration: Previous owner reported Riley to display reactivity toward novel children and novel dogs when being walked on-leash. Although Riley displays social behavior toward staff members, this reactivity toward novel dogs was observed during her interactions in the care center as well (SEE DOG-DOG SUMMARY). Please refer to the handout for On-leash reactivity/barrier frustration. 8/11/2019 Summary:: Loose; Allowed all handling ENERGY LEVEL:: Riley has been observed to exhibit a medium level of energy during her interactions in the care center. We cannot be certain of her behavior in a home environment, but we recommend that she be provided daily mental and physical stimulation as an outlet for her energy. IN SHELTER OBSERVATIONS:: When two handlers approach Riley in her kennel, she is seen to be loose and wiggly. She will jump up onto the bars. But when unlocking the kennel door, Riley will slightly move away from the rope initially, but when the handler removes the rope from her sight, Riley becomes wiggly again and comes forward. One handler was able to rope Riley once treats were introduced. The handler continued to use treats to get Riley out of the kennel and out of the room. Once in the hallway, Riley immediately dropped to the floor and refused to move. The second handler left to get a collar and harness and placed it on Riley and removed the rope. Riley then took a few steps forward and followed a trail of treats, but then would stop and refuse to move again. Both handlers tried using toys and treats to help Riley walk. Another dog left a room further down the hallway and Riley immediately became interested in the other dog. She started to bark, whine, and pull towards the other dog. Upon seeing her reaction, one handler went to get a helper dog. Upon seeing the helper walk past her, Riley began to follow the other dog outside to the play yard. Handlers then used a stuffed training dog to help Riley back inside the building. Riley pulled hard following the training dog back into the room and easily went back into her kennel without issue. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION:: New Hope Only Behavior Asilomar: TM - Treatable-Manageable Recommendations:: No children (under 13),Single-pet home,Recommend no dog parks,Place with a New Hope partner Recommendations comments:: No children (under 13): Due to Riley's reported separation anxiety, reactivity and multiple-bite history with children, combined with her overall anxiety, we believe she would be best set up to succeed in an adult-only home at this time. Recommend no dog parks/Single pet home: Due to the behaviors that Riley has shown during playgroup (see DOG-DOG BEHAVIOR SUMMARY), we feel that Riley should not visit dog parks and be the only dog at this time, until she has had the opportunity to learn appropriate social skills when interacting with other dogs. The Behavior Department recommends that Riley receive dog socialization session under the supervision of a certified trainer or behaviorist. Place with a New Hope partner: Although she displays social behavior when interacting with staff members, Riley has been reported to have had multiple bite incidents with children in a previous home environment. Despite each incident resulting in no broken skin or punctures, as a result of these reports as well as her separation anxiety and observed reactivity, we feel she would be best set up to succeed if placed with an experienced rescue partner who can help manage these behaviors and decompress in a more stable environment, prior to seeking permanent placement. Force-free, reward based training only is advised when introducing or exposing Riley to new and unfamiliar situations, as well as utilizing guidance from a qualified, professional trainer/behaviorist. Potential challenges: : Multiple-bite history/risk of future aggression,Separation anxiety,On-leash reactivity/barrier frustration,Kennel presence Potential challenges comments:: Multiple-bite history: Riley is reported to have had multiple bite incidents with children, none of which resulted in broken skin. The most recent incident involved Riley biting and holding the resident child's shirt, but no contact made to skin. No other details provided. Please refer to the handout for Multiple-bite history/risk of future aggression. Separation anxiety: Previous owner reported Riley to exhibit separation anxiety when left alone in the home and has also been reported to urinate on the furniture. Should this behavior arise in a home environment, please refer to the handout for Separation anxiety. On-leash reactivity/barrier frustration: Previous owner reported Riley to display reactivity toward novel children and novel dogs when being walked on-leash. Although Riley displays social behavior toward staff members, this reactivity toward novel dogs was observed during her interactions in the care center as well (SEE DOG-DOG SUMMARY). Please refer to the handout for On-leash reactivity/barrier frustration. 8/11/2019 medical notes DVM Intake Exam Estimated age: ~7yrs based on hx. Microchip noted on Intake? scanned positive. History : O surrender due to reported aggression toward a child. Owner reports P was barking and lunging at the child. Subjective / Observed Behavior - BAR,loose body and allows all handling. Evidence of Cruelty seen - none Evidence of Trauma seen - none Objective BCS 5/9 EENT: Eyes clear, ears clean, no nasal or ocular discharge noted Oral Exam: dc 2/5; pd 2/5 PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: No murmur ausculted; CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupnic ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated U/G: spayed female. MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, no masses noted, healthy hair coat CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Rectal: externally normal. Assessment dental disease Prognosis: excellent Plan: recommend routine daily dental care SURGERY: spayed

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delos-mio · 7 years

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Partners- Part 3- AU College Logan

A/N: um sorry this “chapter” is kinda long idk it just got away from me soooo lol

It started out soft, his lips barely brushing against yours. They were full and soft as your mouths got to know each other. You moaned into his lips when his teeth grazed your bottom lip, tugging on it gently. Both of your breathing became heavy as the kissed gained intensity, hands beginning to roam. It was when you felt his fingers dance near the swell of your breast that you broke away from him.

“I…I have to go…” You stood up quickly, shoving your notebook back in your bag. Logan was still sitting up in bed, a confused look on his face. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. We shouldn’t have…”

“Why the fuck not? Why are you leaving?” he questioned, standing up out of bed, making his way over to you.

“Because you don’t know me at all, Logan. And I barely know you,” you huffed. He had an almost pained expression at your admission. “And I don’t think you really want to know me well. And that’s fine. But I won’t let you just—“ you started before he cut in.

“Whoa! A little judgmental, don’t you think?” He crossed his arms.

“I didn’t mean it like that…” you whispered. He stood directly in front of you, nearly a head taller than you. He paused, giving his next question a little thought.

“We have a game on Friday and a party here after. I want you to come,” he said running his thumb over his bottom lip. “You can bring your roommate or friend or whatever if you want,” he added quickly. You stared into his deep brown eyes for a moment, waiting for the punchline. Why was he so keen on having you around?

“I think we can probably come for a bit,” you said coyly, smirking at him hoping to diffuse some of the tension.

“Glad you can make time for me,” Logan teased. You both awkwardly smiled at each other for a minute before he spoke once more. “Can I…” He reached forward and cupped your cheek, placing a single soft kiss on your lips. You blushed as you stepped back from him, picking up your bag once again. You reached in and grabbed a pen and took his hand in yours.

“Let me know what time,” you said as you scribbled your number on his palm. You turned to leave and heard him snort a little behind you.

“You do remember I JUST showered?” He called to you.

“Shut up,” you laughed and closed his bedroom door behind you. Night had fallen and you were thankful the walk back to your apartment was relatively short since it had easily dropped below 40 degrees at this point. You bounded up the staircase and tried to quietly open your door, but Sam was already there to greet you.

“Spill.”

“Can I set my things down first, please?”

“No.” She sat at the kitchen table and beckoned you over. After dropping your bag at your feet, per her request, you sat down across from her. “So, did he try to kiss you?”

“Oh my god Sam…” you blushed.

“HE DID!! He totally kissed you! You little minx,” she teased. “How was it? Was it super hot? God he’s so hot, Y/N…” she said trailing off, no doubt lost in her own explicit thoughts about Logan.

“It was nice,” you said, completely understating the way you felt when he first put his lips on yours. “Anyway, we were invited to a party at his frat after the game Friday.” As soon as the words left your mouth, you saw her eyes widen tenfold.

“I…we…you said yes, right?”

“I did, but I didn’t think you’d be this crazy about a frat party. We haven’t been to one in almost three years,” you chuckled.

“Yeah but Logan and all those lacrosse boys weren’t there three years ago,!” she exclaimed. You laughed and rose slowly from your seat.

“Well, I still have some homework to finish up, so I bid you adieu.” You went back and scooped your bag up off the floor before heading for your room.

“Pizza later?” she yelled. You flashed her a thumbs up before closing your door behind you. You were a few hours deep in reading for biology when you felt your desk vibrate. You lifted your phone to be faced with an unknown number.

L: Hey you. Games at 7, party around 10

Your stomach did a flip before you typed out your response. Part of you thought it was all an elaborate act and he’d never text you.

Y: Great I’ll see you there L: Gotta go hard at practice this week, make sure I impress ya Y: Oh god… L: Are you rolling your eyes at me? ;) Y: Clearly L: Why are you so mean to me? Y: I’m not mean to you. You’re just a cocky little shit L: I’ve never been accused of that Y: It’s true L: So…what are you wearing right now? Y: Goodnight Logan

You scoffed at him at switched your phone to its lock screen. After getting ready for bed, you settled in and lied awake thinking about Logan and your day. Finally, sleep overtook you, only to meet that dark-haired boy again in your dreams.

Friday was finally here and campus was buzzing with excitement. Everything was crimson and gold, and everyone seemed like they were in a slightly better mood. Sam and you had went down to the field about half an hour early to get a good seat and maybe sneak a peek at warm ups. The boys were out on the field stretching when your eyes were pulled to Logan, folded over at the waist. You were lost in admiring how nice his ass looked in those mesh shorts when Sam shook your arm and pointed at the boy next to Logan.

“God, Travis is so hot. Do you think he’ll be there tonight?”

“I would think so. I’m pretty sure they’re frat brothers.”

“I’m gonna fuck him tonight,” she stated simply, never taking her eyes off him. “and you’re gonna fuck Logan.”

“Whoa there, we are definitely not fucking. But you do you. I’ll be there cheering you on,” you grinned at her.

The team was heading towards the bench in pairs. A group of three girls got up from a few rows in front of you and leaned up against the railing and shouted for Logan’s attention. He looked up and them and gave them a crooked smile. They all wished him good luck in unison and blew him a kiss. You would be nauseated if you saw that happen to anyone, but it turned your stomach particularly hard to see it directed towards him. Why did it bother you so much? You couldn’t be jealous of someone you didn’t have feelings for. Logan waived at them and said thank you, from what you could tell as a less than expert lip reader. As they headed back to their seats, Logan looked up into the stands and locked eyes with you. His smile widened and he waived his hand vigorously over the top of his head. You giggled and gave him a small wave back. This caught Sam’s attention immediately.

“If you ever try to tell me he’s not into you, I will physically fight you.” She gave him an enthusiastic wave, which he returned and mouthed ‘roommate’ with a visible question mark at the end, to which you nodded. He motioned behind him, conveying it was time to go and get serious about winning this game. You responded with a wave goodbye and a gesture you thought resembled a cheerleader saying “go team”. He visibly laughed and nodded his head in thanks before turning away.

“Ok, maybe I have a crush. But it’s only a little one,” you whispered to Sam.

The game was a lot closer than the home team would have liked. Our defense was lacking, but Logan was phenomenal. Not that you knew all that much about lacrosse, but he was scoring goals and his team seemed pleased with him. In the end, you took home the win, and the crowd rewarded them with an uproar of applause and cheering.

You and Sam had stopped home for a costume change before heading over to the Delta Chi house. You opted for a long sleeve black romper that you thought made your butt look good. Sam, on the other hand, went with a skin-tight body con dress, clearly not playing around about getting with Travis.

The walk seemed even shorter than before, maybe because your adrenaline was already pumping. You could hear the party before you could see it. There was already one shirtless man passed out on the lawn who would surely be accompanied by more by the end of the night. You opened the heavy door and amazingly enough, bass could in fact get louder than it was outside. You made you way down the hallway, when there he was, solo cup in hand, leaning casually against the wall. A girl in barely-there shorts was laughing and running her hand down his chest. He had a slight smile, but looked otherwise bored with her, which made you feel better in a sick way. He looked over your way and that shit eating grin was on his face once again. He excused himself from his current conversation and made long strides to where you and Sam were standing.

“And here I thought you’d stood me up,” he said, wrapping his strong arms around you. He smelled like beer and that same natural spicy clean scent he had when he was fresh out of the shower. You were tempted to stay there and smell him a bit longer.

“This would have to be a date in order for me to stand you up, Logan.” He immediately shushed you, making it evident he was already a few glasses deep. “This is my roommate, Sam. Sam, Logan,” you mumbled, still being held firmly to his chest.

“Nice to meet you,” he said, releasing you only slightly to shake her hand. Sam’s eyes lit up.

“Nice to meet you too. Uh…do you know where Travis is by chance?” Her eyes scanned the crammed hallway.

“Last saw him by the kitchen,” he motioned off behind him to the right.

“Cool. Take care of my girl,” she said, patting his arm as she walked away.

You parted your lips to yell after her, but nothing came out. Here you were, Logan’s arm still around your back, and something about it made you feel safe. He looked like a model, his black button down unbuttoned just far enough down to be considered teasing. He looked you up and down, lingering just a little too long at your chest before staring deep into your eyes, his gaze was almost too strong.

“I really am glad you’re here,” he whispered as he played with the ends of your hair. You cast him a knowing look. “What! I really am. Been waiting all week to see you again. Can I get you a drink? Sorry, I started without you,” he teased.

“Sure. Beer, please,” you laughed.

“Wait here for me,” he pleaded, finally releasing you as he turned toward the kitchen. He reappeared only a moment later with a matching solo cup. You clinked glasses and drank, never breaking eye contact.

“I think we pulled out a win because you were there,” he said, hiding his face behind his beer.

“Jesus, that’s corny,” you huffed. “You won because you scored like every goal.”

“Wait, was that…did you just praise me?” He mocked, clearly amused.

“Don’t get used to it,” you smirked. He moved his hand to the side of your face, brushing your hair away from your eyes. He trailed his fingers down your jawline; his touch sent goosebumps shooting across every inch of your skin.

“Wanna dance?”

“Logan dances?” You said, raising an eyebrow. You looked to your left where there were bodies upon bodies of grinding coeds.

“Only with pretty girls. But yeah, I do.” He folded his arms, thinking pouting was going to work on you. “Just one dance, please?” You sighed, your resolve weakening, but your attitude never missing a beat. He smiled from ear to ear as he grabbed your hand and led you out to the dance floor.

Logan twirled you around in front of him, his strong hand wrapping around your waist and pulling you in close to his chest. You raised your hands and buried you fingers in his thick, dark hair. His lips parted slightly, perfectly shaped and raspberry stained. Your bodies moved as one, so in sync you had no perception of how time was moving. You got bolder and bolder with your movements, matching the eagerness you felt building in his hips. He moved his lips down so they danced against your ear.

“I need to kiss ya, Y/N. I have to.”

“Then fucking do it,” you whispered back. He looked you straight in the eye, taken back by your choice of words, and smirked. His long fingers darted up to the nape of your neck and tangled into the roots of your hair before fastening his lips to yours. Your stomach dropped, all the tension in your body leaving at once. It was hungrier than the first kiss you shared, his want for you evident in how forcefully he moved his lips against yours. He broke away for a moment, resting his forehead on yours.

“Fuck. If we don’t stop, I’m going to try and fuck you right here,” he breathed.

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What colleges are doing is there overcharging okay they’re overcharging for people to learn, a skillset right to learn a skill set that would be valuable in the marketplace well in modern society those skin, are becoming less and less valuable so if you’re someone that is afraid to spend, $500 on a course or a mentorship and you need to change that very, very quickly, want to develop high-income skill sets in the modern society first of all they are, part-time school okay and second of all it’s an investment in yourself it’s an investment in yourself, so if you’re someone that has looked at a course or has maybe pondered upon maybe should I buy this course, should I should I get this mentorship from this person if you are second-guessing yourself in your taking off, all wasting valuable time trying to decide if you should spend 500, box that you can go make back in a couple weeks at a part time job then you’re going to you’re going to go down, Failure and Entrepreneurship there is no room in entrepreneurship for people that can’t make a day, damn decision and invest in their skill set and knowledge okay, that was me for about 2 to 3 years I was reading I was reading books which were investments in myself right but, looks can only get you so far right books can only get you so far it’s going to take mentorship high-level mentorship, and you know taking action on the things that you learned okay and it wasn’t until, my freaking girlfriend who is now my wife at the time she was pushing me she was like because you know what she spends, a lot of money on College and that’s just her thinks getting her MBA and that’s her thing right but for me I knew that, Number one hated College number to I’m very entrepreneurial and creative and I have that, this entrepreneurial spirit and want to work for myself and not, for a boss, breathing down my, and it wasn’t until she, botany, a couple, $1,000, courses, put it on the credit, we’re in debt because, it wasn’t until then, that i a, actually leveled up, i learned, valuable skill sets, that weren’t being caught in, college, they weren’t being caught, talk to me by anyone, until I took, these courses, and got this mentor, bright, you know there were times, when I invested in Mentor, the first time, i ever spent money on mentorship, i spent around, $4,000, on, a mentor that, taught me how to trade, which was a very, he had a very rich, approach, high-reward approach, working out but it was great that I learned, and I knew that, Psychology dozen.

Fit with that, style of trading, so now I, protected my training Style, and am able to, make money swing trading in the market, you know like that like, pretty easily, but it’s the same thing art, if you are afraid, and you can’t, decision on, spending a measly, 500 or even a thousand bucks, think about, the times, you know all the pairs of, the shoes, clothes and the, food, going out, watch movies and all the, the b*******, that you spent money on when we, when you were young, and you’re afraid to invest, in your business invest in your mindset in your knowledge in your skill-set that’s going to help you make multiple 6, six figures possibly even seven or eight figures right where is the logic in that where did it become, logic good logic to be afraid to spend a little bit on mentorship, You know what I mean so I’m, like now that I’ve reached a certain level of success and I passed that seven-figure Mark, it’s something that I’m so adamant about, about teaching, you know new watch, entrepreneurs that are, message man art, you know am I going to make, six figures right away or like, i just want to make sure that this, you know how we make 6, figures right away and it, nothing, is going to help you make six figures right away obviously you have to put an action and work nothing no, success, comes around overnight right you saw my success my journey it took a long time it’s not, in in comparative to other entrepreneurs they really didn’t take that long right it took me about uniform, months to make that six figure income for months that was super fast and some people can’t even wait that long, Some people are just in for that fast money and they’re like all I want to make six figures tomorrow it doesn’t work that way, but you do have to invest in yourself constantly because the market, is changing, so quickly right skill sets are changing so quickly the Facebook advertising that I learned, 9 months ago 10 months ago is totally different now right totally different, there’s different different strategies with Facebook advertising different marketing strategies right so, because technology is changing so fast, in skillsets are changing so fast right you have to contest, led up in your skill-set so if you’re not investing in mentors right I have mentors, that I invest, i invest, does I invest in, inconstant, even if it’s like, even if it’s not in, chester leave it even if it’s, you know I invest, sit in, dancing teacher, salsa teacher, that my wife, How to dance salsa, right, accosted, about $100, and I bought like 40 sessions, write about for 4500 bucks, salsa dancing but that’s something that I wanted to learn I wanted that skill-set so I knew, knew that I was going to pay someone that was a professional salsa dancer right world rank, world ranking national ranking Champion have to pay someone to teach me that, so if you’re looking for that fast way out or just getting free information it’s not, you’re not going to get to the level you want to be at in your most likely going to fail and Entrepreneurship investment, investing in your sales and marketing is number one but investing in your skill sets is also right up there is, okay because in order for your business to increase and grow, umbro you have, to be investing in yourself, because you’re the person, what is running this, If you aren’t cons.

In evolving, in learning, more, knowledge, in your skill-set from people who there’s always going to be someone that’s better than you there’s always going to be someone that’s making more money than you, there’s always going to be someone that’s just crushes you so why not learn from them why not learn from them, and that’s that’s the approach should I take drop the ego drop the negative relationship with money, an investment you’re not spending money you’re investing it in yourself and your knowledge they can never be taken away from, that’s one thing that can never be taken away from you is your knowledge so I hope that this, rant just yeah really put in, interperspective for you right, i hope it really open up your eyes and I just want to be truthful with you man I just want to be truthful because I see the, Level of skillset you know these entrepreneurs in my space or just rising and rye, rising Rising so in order for me to keep Rising rising Rising I have to constantly evolve and invest in mice, skillset so hopefully I can be a good example for you to do the same and you’ll make you, hopefully help you not be afraid of money and spending a couple thousand dollars on mentorship because, honestly there’s so many times you wasted that money and you know what you’ll get it back, back tenfold I guarantee it, if you invest, inure, knowledge in, i’m going to conclude it here, do you like this video comment down below, thumbs up, cu, in the next one.

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