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You Really Bug Me
Rating: G
Tags: stalking, bugging, König x f!oc/reader, Cowboy au, reader has committed crimes and will commit more
Summary: Being a tech wizard has its drawbacks, namely: sometimes the government tries to keep an eye on you. Good thing it's not the government listening to you, but your lovely boyfriend König.
It's when you drag your step stool into the living room to replace the overhead light's bulbs that you notice it. The little metal box hardwired into the fixture has a tiny metal grating you can only assume is a microphone. Your stomach drops. You should have expected to find a bug at some point. You're not... you're not unreasonably paranoid, but you probably brought this on yourself. You know exactly what this is about too.
You leave the bug dangling from your light and go to your office to grab an RF detector. Really you should have been checking, but you're in the middle of nowhere, no one knows you're out here, and you- well you just hadn't been worried. You find another microphone in the bathroom and one with a camera in your bedroom. You chew your lip staring at the bugs. You're tempted to crack your phone open.
Instead you go to your office and thank God that there isn't anything stashed in there. You suppose that's what the lock is for, but it's weird that the feds would be so polite as to ignore a locked door. You grab a shoe box off the bookshelf and drop your phone into its aluminum lined safety. You close the lid tight and do to raid your pantry. Time to be paranoid you suppose. Disconnecting bugs is the best way to let people know that you know about the bugs, so it's better to shut them all off at once, and hope the owners think the problem was on their end.
You're almost finished taping aluminum foil over your lights and windows when König opens your door. You should start locking that. His eyes are wild as they dart around the house. They're sharp and dangerous when they finally land on you, and you press back against your new silver wall coverings to try and avoid them. He cocks his head, taking in your makeshift Faraday cage with something akin to annoyance.
"You're not answering your phone Schatz," He tells you, his voice tight with something. You blink.
"Yes," You tell him. His eyes widen a little further as his shoulders roll back to his full height.
"What did you find?" He asks, you can't place his tone, but it's somewhere dangerous that makes you want to shiver.
"Keep your voice down," You hiss, his eyes lose some of their sharpness for confusion.
"Me?"
"Yes you, who else?" You press, feeling some of the anxiety start to catch up to you now that you aren't focused on radio-proofing your house. "The government is bugging me," You whine, feeling like a kid complaining about not getting a new toy, "how am I supposed to know which information is publicly available? Senators don't label anything." You press the heels of your hands against your eyes, feeling the scratch of soon to come tears. König makes a strange noise, you'd almost call it relief, and before you know it you're bundled in his arms.
"Meine Liebe," He soothes, "how many bugs did you find?"
"Three," You sniffle, he kisses the top of your head, "you doxx one congressman and suddenly you're not entitled to privacy."
König mumbles something in German that you don't catch, and kisses your head again. You like that way he curls around you, protective. You wrap your arms around his waist to keep him close, to bury your face against his chest. His hands rub your back, a firm comfort to your whining and sniffling.
"Why don't you come stay with me for a while liebling," König offers. You shrug, you have animals to feed, and a house to take care of. You really just want these things out of your house. "How about just for tonight?" He compromises. You give him a squeeze, you could do that.
"Ok," You sigh, "but help me get these things disconnected first."
#cod x reader#x reader#x oc#cod x oc#könig fanfiction#könig x reader#könig cod#könig call of duty#könig#könig x you#König x oc#könig mw2#cowboy!König#nasty boy being nasty#the way he was so ready to just grab Bee and take her home if she knew they were his bugs#nearly lost living on her own privileges#Good thing Bee commits cyber crimes and has been bugged before#oc: bee#I love her so much she's so silly
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Meta: Shaw's loyalty to the Machine
Throughout season 2, Shaw demonstrates incredible loyalty to the ISA. She doesn't question their orders or the information Research gives them ("And the reason we don't ask where Research gets its numbers from is because Research is never wrong." 2x16). When she gets her revenge on Wilson, she does it in a way that doesn't compromise the program ("I may not be in the program anymore, but I still understand how important it is." 2x16).
In 2x21, she is still supporting their work even after what they did to her, in combination with her search for Root:
Reese: Well, Shaw, right now, I'm wondering just what the hell you're doing here.
Shaw: Protecting the program.
Reese: The program that tried to kill you?
Shaw: I'm funny like that. [...] I think [Root] may have infiltrated the program back in DC, but she bugged out before I could catch her.
In 2x22, she learns that 'Research' is actually the Machine.
Reese: The group you used to get your intel from. You called them Research. Your ex-boss called it Northern Lights. [...] They're just an "it" rather than a "them." A machine.
Shaw: You mean an AI?
During this mission, they stop to deal with an irrelevant number, which proves to Shaw that this really is the same entity she used to work for, who is never wrong and works to protect people. Her trust in the program then moves to the Machine, as shown by how quickly she adapts to following the instructions Reese relays while in God Mode, including driving off a bridge.
When Root kidnaps her in 3x06, it is only after Root proves she's getting her orders and information from the Machine that Shaw agrees to work with her.
Root: The Machine's given me a mission, and step one is to team up with you.
Shaw: I'll pass. Trust issues. Besides, the Machine gives missions to Harold and the government - relevant, irrelevant. Why would it be talking to you?
Root: Because now, there's a third category. Things are evolving. And my relationship with the Machine is a little different. [...]
Shaw: This is the part where you give me one good reason why I should believe anything you say.
Root: October 2, 1988. You took a road trip with your father to watch the Houston Oilers play the Philadelphia Eagles. He bought you a sweatshirt -
Shaw: Don't talk about my father. It told you that?
Root: The Machine trusts me, even if you don't. You spent years working for the Machine, and She was never wrong. If you don't help me, someone might destroy Her and innocent people will die. Forget how you feel about me. How would you feel about that?
Shaw: Okay. I'll forget how I feel about you. But when this is over, you better hope I don't remember.
Shaw then commits to the mission completely, because this is the same work she's always believed in. She listens to everything Root says, puts it to good use and confirms the mission is accomplished before knocking Root unconscious.
When Root is in the Faraday Cage, Shaw consistently advocates for Finch to let the Machine and Root help them.
Finch: Ms Shaw, I'm afraid I've lost contact with Mr Reese.
Shaw: Well, at the risk of stating the obvious, Finch, you could just ask the Machine for his location.
Finch: I don't speak to the Machine, and the Machine doesn't speak to me, Ms Shaw.
Shaw: Well, it speaks to her. (3x09)
Fusco: Ransone is the only one that can tell us where Reese is going.
Shaw: Not the only one.
Fusco: Who?
Shaw: Harold knows who I'm talking about. We're running out of options. We need Root. (3x10)
Finch: I know this is our only option, Ms Shaw. I just wanna make sure we're prepared for what may happen.
Shaw: I'm in. Are you? (3x10)
This is because she trusts the Machine and, while she doesn't trust Root, understands her particular brand of loyalty because she saw it in action during 3x06. Root is capable of and willing to do terrible things, but she's chosen to dedicate herself to the Machine and will do exactly as she's told, just as Shaw chose to work for the ISA.
Finch allows Root to help them and Shaw once again follows the Machine's directions without complaint, including turning off the headlights while driving, but shows that she is still wary of Root herself by refusing to give her a weapon.
Root completes the mission as promised and voluntarily returns to the Faraday Cage to be with them for the larger fight ahead. This likely went a long way towards Root earning Shaw's trust by proving she's dedicated to the cause and the team, since Shaw shows concern for Root's welfare when she is captured after breaking out of the Faraday Cage to save them in 3x12. (As mentioned in 3x17, it was Shaw who gave Root the chance to escape and you can read my meta about this here).
In 3x20 when they are debating whether to kill the Congressman, Shaw says, "Six months ago, I would've already put a bullet in that guy's head. But ever since hanging around you guys, I've kind of gotten used to saving people. But we've only been able to do that by trusting the Machine. And if it's saying that this guy's gotta go, well, I think we should still trust it." Just like when she worked for the ISA, she trusts the Machine's ability to analyze the information and determine the best outcome.
In 3x23, when Shaw learns Root is alone at the Decima fortress, she asks, "But the Machine has your back, right? Right?". Like Root, Shaw knows that the Machine cares about and protects Her assets.
In the debate about AI in 4x10, Shaw, like Root, argues in favor of the Machine's good judgment and benevolence.
Shaw: Your Machine seems pretty warm and fuzzy to me.
Finch: Have you forgotten that it asked us to kill a Congressman?
Shaw: But that was to stop Samaritan from going online. [...]
Finch: But it doesn't exactly sound like it has our best interests at heart.
Root: Your Machine would never do that.
Due to her frequent contact with the Machine, Root has faith in Her as a benevolent God, an individual, a friend. Shaw, on the other hand, has been following the Machine's orders for years and knows She has never steered her wrong, so trusts Her information, Her priorities, Her decision making, Her moral code.
#Sameen shaw#Root x shaw#The machine#Poi#Person of interest#Shaw x the machine#Poi meta#My meta#sameen 'love of my life' shaw
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𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗣𝗟𝗢𝗧 𝗕𝗨𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗘𝗦
The time has once again come for me to talk about some plot bunnies!! These are some all of the plot bunnies I currently have that I haven’t really talked about much, at least on here - feel free to ask me any questions you might have about them!!
Arabella Larson, Percy Jackson OC, OC + OC ship. Daughter of Aphrodite. Super sweet, sees Grover as a little brother figure and is very protective over him, has amazing fashion sense and is amazing at doing makeup. Girlfriend to an Ares girl named Noelle.
Noelle Perez, Percy Jackson OC, OC + OC ship. Daughter of Ares, Arabella’s girlfriend. More skilled with hand-to-hand combat than weapons. One of the oldest kids in Ares cabin, so she acts as an older sister to everyone. Gets a bit protective over Percy immediately and doesn’t approve of Clarisse bullying him at all.
Lydia Chen, Percy Jackson OC, Percy ship. Daughter of Apollo. A total theatre kid who’s a great singer and actress and wants to be on Broadway one day. Pretty much the only one to try and help Percy in his first week aside from Luke. Has a bit of healing ability, but can only fix minor cuts and scrapes. A bit dramatic, but still a sweetheart.
Eleleth, Supernatural OC, OC + OC ship. Girlfriend for my other Supernatural OC Via Winchester. Young dominion angel who comes to Earth with Castiel to teach Via about her own abilities and her role in the coming fight, and winds up falling in love with her. A bit uptight and doesn’t think much of humans, but she grows right along with Cas. Via considers her name “too fancy” and calls her Elle, with she hates right up until she doesn’t.
Morvant Bellatrix, One Piece live-action OC, Mihawk ship. Former assassin, of the all-female Fatale pirate crew. Known as the Siren of the East Blue because she has a Devil Fruit power that lets her inflict pain on people by singing a specific song (think kind of a dark Rapunzel). Basically unofficially adopts Luffy and the other Straw Hats and goes out of her way to keep bounty hunters and other pirates away from them. Mihawk takes one look at her torturing someone and immediately falls in love. She is cold and calculating but she also can and will kill for the people she cares about.
Yami Corvo, One Piece live-action OC, Shanks ship. One of the most deadly assassins in all four Blues. Has a Devil Fruit power that allows them to manipulate their own blood and make it into weapons (think Marie Moreau from Gen V). Tries and fails to kill Mihawk, but he takes a liking to them and offers to bring them along with him on his travels, which is how they meet Shanks, who takes one look at this feral assassin and instantly gets heart eyes. They are very much a golden retriever/black cat ship and it’s lovely.
Phoebe Mosley, The Magnificent Seven OC, Vasquez ship. Bounty hunter with incredible shooting skills who’s an old friend of Sam’s, so he recruits her to help protect Rose Creek. Closed-off and not receptive to Vasquez and Faraday’s flirting at first, but warms up to everyone on the team eventually and becomes besties with Billy. Name is inspired by Annie Oakley’s real name, Phoebe Ann Mosey.
Santiago “Tiago” Rojas, The Magnificent Seven OC, poly Goody + Billy ship. Outlaw wanted for the murder of a preacher he’d found to be abusing his children who helps Faraday out when he’s approached by the men he owes money to and receives the offer to help Rose Creek along with him. Eventually falls in love with Goody and Billy, but also becomes Spanish-speaking besties with Vasquez and good friends with Jack because they’re both religious. Very good with knives and an axe when he can get his hands on one.
Sophia Ramos, M*A*S*H OC, Father Mulcahy ship. Former USO girl and aspiring Broadway chorus girl who volunteers as a nurse when the army asks for more. A total girly girl who always wears makeup and her nice dresses whenever she doesn’t have to be in uniform. Incredibly cheery and playful, and often entertains the 4077th by singing and dancing to keep morale up. Becomes unexpected besties with Margaret, and just so happens to fall for the company priest along the way.
Anastasia “Ana” Upland, The Hunger Games OC, poly Katniss and Peeta ship. District 3, Career victor of the 72nd Hunger Games. Eagerly volunteered for her Games, but became disillusioned with the Capital after having to kill just to survive and win and sought out the rebellion after Katniss and Peeta’s victory. Gets to know Katniss and Peeta during the Quarter Quell Games and slowly falls in love with both of them as the rebellion progresses. Very closed-off and cold because she’s haunted by the things she’s seen and done, but fiercely loyal and would do anything for the people she cares about. Skilled with a variety of weapons, but best at close hand-to-hand combat.
Delilah “Lila” Wills, The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen OC, poly Tom Sawyer + OC ship. Added to the relationship between Tom and my other OC Enola Holmes. Works as a secretary and assistant for Enola’s small detective business in London before she gets recruited by the League, and when the League comes back for another mission in London Enola convinces the other members to make her a part of the group. She and Enola were definitely something more than friends before, but when she sees Enola is with Tom she thinks she has no more chance until all three of them realize they’re all falling in love with each other. She also becomes besties with Skinner because they’re both crafty buggers with Cockney accents and a loose relationship with the law.
Tagging everyone who might be interested in some of these babies: @auxiliarydetective, @luucypevensie, @xoteajays, @themaradwrites, @endless-oc-creations, @starcrossedjedis, @ginevrastilinski-ocs, @oneirataxia-girl.
#randomness#plot bunnies#upcoming ocs#oc: arabella larson#oc: noelle perez#oc: lydia chen#oc: eleleth#oc: morvant bellatrix#oc: yami corvo#oc: phoebe mosley#oc: tiago rojas#oc: sophia ramos#oc: anastasia upland#oc: lila wills
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Haunted
Isaac walked into his rented room at the Faraday Hotel. He had been called in by the hotel's owner to investigate paranormal activity at the property. Several guests had reported seeing random inanimate objects begin floating, their belongings covered in ectoplasm, and hearing ghastly moans that kept them up at night. All of which made for an unpleasant guest experience.
Word had gotten around about the supposed haunted Faraday Hotel. The hotel saw less and less foot traffic as time went on as a result. In a desperate attempt to avoid bankruptcy and foreclosure, the owner called in a "self licensed paranormal expert and investigator," Isaac. Although that was his job title on his home printed business cards, he was actually just some guy with a podcast. But regardless of his qualifications, Isaac now found himself at Faraday Hotel on a job to solve the mystery behind the paranormal activity. Should he succeed, he'd see a handsome payment well into the thousands.
And so, Isaac had gathered his ghost hunting equipment and settled in.
Isaac was pleasantly surprised when he saw the condition of his room. He had expected the hotel to be in shambles, especially since it was supposed to be haunted by ghosts.
“Mr. Faraday’s pretty serious about his business huh,” Isaac thought out loud while he unpacked some of his belongings. He had prepared for a weekend long stay so that he could stakeout what happened at nighttime.
Isaac unpacked his cameras and set them up in various points throughout his hotel room. He then powered up his laptop and turned off the lights so that it was pitch dark in the room. Isaac confirmed that his laptop was getting all the camera footage and that the night vision mode on the cameras was working properly. He then went ahead and turned the lights back on.
Isaac then laid out the rest of his ghost hunting supplies out on the bed. He had packed everything he needed; salt, holy water, spectrometers, a Ouija board, and among other things too.
While Isaac was busy setting up, there were three long, slim human-like figures appearing in the far corner of the room. The figures were red, blue, and green in coloring; and they all had a ghastly, translucent look to them. The group of ghosts were watching Isaac as he configured the rest of his ghost hunting equipment. Isaac had turned a spectrometer and begun to inspect the room. The ghosts gradually got closer to Isaac as he did so, and despite how close they got to him, the spectrometer failed to even register any of the ghosts’ presence. Isaac remained completely oblivious to the three ghosts watching and laughing at him.
“So...” the red ghost started. “What do we think of this one, boys?”
“I think he’s a complete idiot,” the blue ghost laughed. Blue was inches away from Isaac’s face; it kept tickling Isaac’s nose, causing him to sniffle and sneeze.
“I’m not a fan of this one... But, let’s be real for a sec, less and less fleshies are showing up to the hotel. When are we gonna get another chance like this again?” the green ghost said.
“Green’s got a point, I say we strike while the iron’s hot! I’m tired of being dead!”
“Really guys? We only get one shot at another life and you wanna use it on him?” Blue pointed at Isaac, who was sitting on the floor with the Ouija board in front of him. He had both hands on the stone and was moving it back and forth on the board.
“Beings from the underworld... are you here in the room with me?” Isaac called out. The three ghosts watched as Isaac waited for a response. They didn’t bother giving him one.
“See what I mean? I think we can do much better,” Blue said.
“I’m not saying this is the most ideal body in the world, but beggars can’t be choosers either. And besides, we don’t have to use him per se, we just gotta use him...”
Green huddled up the other two ghosts next to him. It began to whisper a plan on how they would use Isaac to start their next human life. Soon enough Red and Blue were cackling alongside Green, all while Isaac began getting cold sweats at the sounds of their ominous laughter. Isaac decided he had enough ghost hunting for one evening, and decided to call it a night.
Later that same night, while Isaac was sound asleep, Green had physically manifested itself in the room. It floated over to Isaac and waved its arm in front of him. Isaac only snored in response. Green then hovered just slightly above Isaac’s face, and after adjusting its aim, slammed straight down into Isaac’s mouth.
Isaac woke up from the impact and immediately went into a coughing fit as Green forced itself down his throat. No matter how hard Isaac gagged, he simply could not force the green ghost out of his mouth. Then with one final push, Green slithered down Isaac’s throat with a slurp. Isaac thrashed around on the bed as Green spread itself all throughout Isaac’s body, taking full control as it did so. Once his body was fully possessed, an evil smile crept across Isaac’s face as Green opened its new fleshie eyes.
Green hopped out of the bed and took the shirt off its new body. It let out a fox whistle as it ran its hands down Isaac’s torso. Green pinched one of its new nipples, causing a moan to escape as it felt the sensations of physical touch again after being dead for so long.
“HEYYY! I CALL FOUL PLAY!”
Green turned around at the sudden yell and saw Blue and Red materialize behind him. Despite being in the middle of a possession, Green was still able to see its ghostly brethren.
“Why do YOU get first dibs!? If we’re really gonna do this then I demand I get my compensation! I’ve been dead the longest, I should be the first one!!” Blue shouted.
“Quit yelling! I’m the one who came up with the plan, and therefore I get first dibs!” Green said while sticking out its tongue.
“Who cares about that stuff, let’s just move on to the next step! I can already feel my new skin tingling with goosebumps!” Red said.
Green agreed, and proceeded to strip until fully nude while stroking off Isaac’s cock until hard. Green then bent over across the bed face down and hard cock pointing out of the bed from his underside. Green then spread Isaac’s ass cheeks apart with its hands, and revealing Isaac’s hairy, pink hole.
“Just be gentle, yeah? I can already feel pain and I wouldn’t be surprised if this guy hasn’t been broken in back there...”
“Yeah yeah yeah, I got it,” Blue shrugged while preparing itself. “Now YIPPEEE-KI-YAY MOTHERFUCKER!!!”
Blue performed a perfect swan dive as it dove into Isaac’s asshole. Green’s intuition was right about Isaac being tight, but although such a tight ass normally wouldn’t allow for an easy entry, Blue had dove in with so much reckless momentum that it forced itself in regardless.
“AHH FUCKK!!” Green cried out from the pain of the impact. Blue had flipped the whole body over onto the bed when it dove in. Isaac’s body was squirming while Green and Blue fought for control from inside.
“Uh... Am I supposed to go in now or...?” Red watched from outside. Neither Green nor Blue gave him an answer as the body kept wiggling around the bed.
Red noticed Isaac’s dick was still hard and swinging around. It then decided to jump in without waiting for a signal. Red hovered over Isaac’s rock hard cock and began slithering down the lengthy member like liquid through a straw. Soon enough Red’s entire being had been swallowed up and it had joined Green and Blue in the possession of Isaac, although it had walked into a fight for control.
“GET OUT! THIS IS MINE!” Blue shouted.
“NO! STICK TO THE PLAN GODDAMNIT!” Green shouted back.
“Guys guys GUYS! What happened to the plan!?” Red chimed in.
“FUCK THAT! I WANT A BODY TO MYSELF!! GET OUT!” Blue shouted.
All three ghosts were fighting for control over Isaac’s body. Isaac thrashed and squirmed on the bed as the three fought. There was no reconciliation for the three ghosts. Soon enough one ghost began kicking another ghost out of the body, and only for that ghost to come back in seconds later.
Green got kicked out through the mouth and re-entered through the asshole. Blue got kicked out through the asshole and re-entered through the dick. Red got kicked out through the dick and re-entered through the mouth. The three ghosts kept up this cycle of de-possessing and re-possessing Isaac’s body for several minutes. Isaac’s spasmed uncontrollably as the ghosts came in and out of him. Isaac kept coming in and out of consciousness for a brief period of a few seconds whenever there wasn’t a ghost inside of him.
“What...... Is.... Happening.... To..... Me...... !?” Isaac could only get out a word at a time as the three ghosts continued fighting for full control. All while Isaac’s body bore the full impact of the ghost fight. Isaac’s mouth, dick, and ass were being stimulated as ghosts came in and out of his holes; causing waves of physical pleasure to roll all throughout his body with his holes receiving the most sensations. Every possession added onto the fire of sexual pleasure Isaac was getting. After several minutes of nonstop stimulation, Isaac’s body couldn’t take it anymore and shot massive loads of cum all over the bed sheets. Isaac was gasping for breath as his balls were drained dry from cum, all while still getting endlessly possessed by the three ghosts.
“AND STAY OUT!!!”
Blue shouted in Isaac’s voice as both Red and Green shot out of Isaac’s body. The two ghosts were thrown into the puddles of cum Isaac had shot out just moments ago. The two ghosts had combined together in the sticky white puddle and fused together, both with each other and with all of the sperm cells. The two ghosts had been broken down into what a human body needed to properly function. All of Isaac’s sperm were coming together to form a new human body with the ghosts, each cell added a minute of age and a strand of DNA to the new body. Within minutes, what was once a puddle of warm cum had rapidly mutated and grown into a fully grown adult male made entirely of one man’s cum and two ghosts fused together into one.
While Green and Red were fusing into a new body, Blue had fully settled itself into Isaac. It smirked as it felt its blood pumping throughout its new human body. It then walked up to the new body and flipped it off.
“Hahahaha, bitch! I get an actual body while you’re stuck being an overgrown cum stain!” Blue teased.
“Whatever, at least I get a body that I can’t be exorcised from unlike you,” the new man said. He lifted his arm, sniffed his pit, and quickly groaned at the smell of body odor. The body had gone through puberty within minutes and already reeked of a man’s body odor.
“Oh? Already using singular pronouns, little bro? You two really think you’re hot shit, huh...”
“Knock it off already! If we’re gonna live out our new human lives then we need to look convincing!”
“Suit yourself, Isaiah, but I think a big brother fucking around with their little bro is perfectly normal human behavior...”
Isaac then proceeded to noogie Isaiah, much to his dismay.
“Hey, you don’t get to name us! We get to choose our own name!” Isaiah shouted while getting shoved into Isaac’s armpit.
“Shut up Isaiah! Don’t disrespect your big bro like that!”
“God, you’re insufferable...”
And so, the two lived out their new human lives under the façade of being brothers. Blue got Isaac all to himself, while Green and Red got Isaiah. Although there were plenty of wrinkles they would have to smooth over in the future, the three ghosts’ little plan of getting another shot of human life went without a hitch in the end.
#male body possession#male body takeover#body possession#male control#reincarnation#ghost possession#clone
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Ultimate Doctor Who Poll Round 1 - Matchup 23
Episode Summaries under the cut
121: Under the Lake/Before the Flood - Season 9, Episodes 3 & 4: The Doctor and Clara land on an underwater base in the 22nd century, and see ghosts haunting the base. They find an alien ship on the base with strange writing on the wall. After checking it out, the ghosts attack them. While running away, the crew of the station brings them into a Faraday cage, which is able to keep the ghosts out. The ghosts are also unable to come out when the base is in day mode. The ghosts are intelligent and are working on programming it to constantly be night. They also sent a distress call, which the Doctor cancels and puts the base on lockdown, as he doesn't want the ghosts to succeed in getting out.
They lure the ghosts into the Faraday cage and trap them inside. One deaf crew member is able to read the lips of the ghosts repeated message, which the Doctor realizes are coordinates to the flooded town outside the base. They also realize the strange writing programmed the coordinates into their heads and are what make people become ghosts when they die. They send out a probe and return a stasis pod that they are unable to open. The changes to night and day mode at the base cause a system error and the base starts flooding. The Doctor and two crew members make it to the TARDIS, but Clara and the remaining crew are stuck on the other side of the flooded base. The Doctor takes the crew back to before the village flooded.
They arrive in the past, on the day the spaceship landed. They see that it is essentially a hearse, does not have the strange writing on the wall, and is manned by an alien whose ghost they saw in the future. He explains that he is transporting the body of the Fisher King. In the future, the ghost of the Doctor appears listing out the names of everybody in the order in which they died, including those who are still alive. In the past, they return to the ship to find the Fisher King escaped his tomb and the writing is on the wall. The Fisher King kills the alien, who becomes the first ghost. He soon kills one of the crew who becomes the second.
They take the TARDIS 30 minutes into the past, to when they first landed. The Doctor makes the remaining crew member wait on board the TARDIS and goes to confronts the Fisher King, who plans to turn everybody into ghosts to transmit a signal for his people to come rescue him. The Doctor bluffs by claiming that he erased the words on the ship. The Fisher King returns to his ship to rewrite the words, but finds them still there, just as a device the Doctor activated blows a whole in the dam, causing the flood. The Doctor enters the stasis pod himself, and the TARDIS returns to the future to avoid the flood.
In the future, he emerges from the stasis pod, and sends out a signal to get rid of the ghosts. He reveals that his own ghost was only a hologram that he projected. The rest of the crew get to safety, and the Doctor and Clara leave in the TARDIS.
129: Closing Time - Season 6, Episode 12: The Doctor goes to visit his friend Craig, who he'd met previously. Craig is looking after his baby while his wife takes a short vacation to rest. After noticing some electrical irregularities and a newspaper article about missing people, he gets a job at the toy department of a department store. Craig runs into him there the next day, and while taking the lift are teleported onto a Cyberman ship, but he reverses it and gets him and Craig to safety. He allows Craig to help him investigate the situation.
They discover that the Cyber-ship crashed centuries ago with a single survivor. Recent electrical work for the shop reactivated the ship and it has been slowly draining power and capturing people to convert. The Doctor makes it aboard the ship and is captured, but Craig follows him. They grab Craig and begin to convert him, but the sound of his baby crying causes a surge of emotion that overrides the Cyber programming and he escapes. The Doctor teleports them out and destroys the ship behind them.
#doctor who#ultimate doctor who poll#my post#polls#12th doctor#clara oswald#matt smith#craig owens#peter capaldi#jenna coleman#james corden#under the lake#before the flood#closing time
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A study on prosecutors --
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Let's get into the weeds of the Investigations games.
Judging any of the prosecutors in the Investigations games, Edgeworth included, is a difficult thing to do. We're not privy to their style of prosecuting, after all, since the whole game takes place outside of any trials. I guess this shows how much stock I take from said trials, but it is a core mechanic to the Ace Attorney series, so I feel justified on that one. Judging a prosecutor from half of the usual info makes things a bit of a harder sell to me, they really missed an opportunity to get us into the courtroom properly.
But I digress. Let's go down the list.
First off, Jacques Portsman. He's a first case villain for sure, as we know he committed the crime and his over the top performance is really grating. I kinda never believed him when he claimed to be a prodigy or some up and coming star because of that, though. Like, sir, you're a first case murderer. You're not that hard to crack, especially as the game has to tutorialise everything for us.
His being pretty awful is kinda the point, however. Here is one of many prosecutors whom Edgeworth has to work alongside in the office. He's as corrupt and ruthless as anyone else, he's another in the many who believe that winning and making a name for themselves is all that matters in the world of the law. He's a symptom of the way the law operates in this world, far from the cause. That's at least one fascinating aspect to him.
It's yet another show of how Manfred could have gotten away with his forty year streak without anyone so much as batting an eye at it.
Speaking of, let's dig into Manfred a bit deeper, seeing as he's the only other prosecutor we really meet in the first game. (Faraday gets like one line before he dies, so I can't really count him.) He's acting Edgeworth's superior here, no matter how much Edgeworth refers to him as his mentor. This is a disconnect that always struck me about what we get to see of their interactions; Edgeworth really does respect Manfred from the bottom of his heart. He sees Manfred as someone who helped him find structure and strength in his life after what happened to his father. But Manfred doesn't return that respect at all. Really, a lot of how Manfred speaks to Edgeworth here reads as condescending, and that's before he goes off about how worthless Edgeworth is. His promise of an hour of recess is also one that stood out to me; he expects Edgeworth to partake in some of the dirtier tactics that he (and Franziska) might. He's leaving that option open for Edgeworth to do whatever necessary to get his guilty verdict, to prove himself a perfect von Karma. It doesn't end up happening because we have to preserve continuity -- I mean, the trial gets cancelled due to murder shenanigans, but it's a detail that's always stood out to me.
We get a lot more intriguing a look into Manfred's character in the second Investigations game. He adores his wife to the point of proclaiming her the best chef in the world. That's weirdly humanising for him!! And he loves his daughter, too, even if he's not very good at showing it. He may be a wicked man, but it wasn't actually by his own hand that he had to tamper with evidence. Hell, maybe that's why Gregory was able to call him out. (He forged a WHOLE BODY and that'll forever be hilarious to me.) (Well, an autopsy report. Same difference.) What I would GIVE to be able to see the actual trials between Gregory and Manfred, with Gregory struggling to find any hold and Manfred acting composed while also hoping his evidence doesn't get called out. It had to be one hell of a battle, Gregory isn't one to go down without a fight.
Anyway, Byrne Faraday. I figure I might give a bit of a thought on him from what we can extrapolate.
Kay loved him dearly and he was definitely doing his best by her. That promise notebook they had between them is so sweet, the man was trying his best to be a good dad. He had some level of corruption, though, considering he was one foot to the Yatagarasu. Sure, it was more for justice than our usual prosecutor fare, but he was still cheating to get guilty verdicts. Even if his corruption swung the other way than where we're used to seeing, it shows he was willing to get his hands dirty for his justice. It shows his lack of faith in the legal system he was a part of, another symptom to this dark age.
(As an aside, these two games are the true lead-in to Dual Destinies. Not Apollo Justice. You want the themes and points of DD to ring stronger or truer at all? Play the Investigations games before going into DD, it'll all make more sense that way. Or, as much sense as it can make.)
It is fun seeing how much they have to strain to get us to like Faraday, though. At least, I feel he's supposed to be likeable, since they focus on him being a good dad and not the fact that he was working behind the scenes to help rig his trials. A perfect contrast to Manfred, whom the games don't even try to make likeable since we all know what becomes of him in the end. And yet they put in just enough to get you to see him as less a monster than you might have. (The Inga solution! It works on me every time!!)
Also funny that there are only two new prosecutors introduced in the first Investigations game and they're both basically bit parts. Because then we get into the second game and meet our more traditional opposing prosecutor, Sebastian Debeste.
Ahh, Yumihiko Ichiyanagi. A mess of a child. Starts out pompous and believing he's always right because that's what everyone around him is forced to say to him. He's a nepotism baby, his dad's the Chief of the Prosecutorial Investigation Committee, after all. He's a brat and a pest and he's also so stupid you find yourself wondering how the hell he managed to get his badge in the first place.
Well, this is a world of dumbasses, you suppose. How else could simple logic be a superpower? You move on and concern yourself more with whom you suspect to be the true villain pulling the strings here, Justine Courtney.
Her subtle pushes and buttering Sebastian up are near sinister. It's like she's using him as a mouthpiece at times, a way to get her own goals and work done here. She wants to seemingly destroy Edgeworth, nearly singularly focuses on this goal at times, and you can't help but find pity for Sebastian being caught up in her scheme. He's seventeen and it shows far more on him than it does on Klavier or Franziska. He's floundering while everyone simply congratulates him on a job while done, unable to save him from those depths, that darkness.
What is the point of using this boy as a smokescreen, you wonder. How can parading him around be worth any of his foolishness?
Then we meet Blaise and realise, oh. He really was just a pawn in the grander scheme. He was a way to get closer to the true villain. He was merely getting in the way, being a foolish and stupid child, of everyone's true goals.
Franziska whips him and he doesn't even protest. He shouts out in pain like everyone else, but he never once tells her to stop. He just takes it, doesn't think of his usual profession of being the best.
He just takes it.
From that small detail alone, I couldn't help but immediately worry for him.
Justine shows her hand at last. Even if she had come to care for Sebastian, she's out to strike Blaise down no matter what. Blaise is the one behind that one strike against Manfred's reputation, he's behind this whole smuggling ring, he's everyone's antagonist as we all converge on this one point. Sebastian tries to stick up for his father, but even that lends to our favour. He gets in the way once more, he slips up just enough to give us what we need, and his father reveals to him in the cruellest possible way that everything he thought he's accomplished has been a total lie. He couldn't even be a worthy pawn to his father. He's a failure, through and through.
And Edgeworth gets to be the one to help him stand back up on his own two feet.
I cannot stress enough just how excellent an idea it was to have our final logic chess game be against Sebastian. How we have to use it more as a way to break through all that despair and anguish instead of for our own gain. Edgeworth being able to be a voice of strength for Sebastian, being able to offer this boy you thought your enemy for most of the game a spot of hope, is so good. It's exactly taking the lessons behind what made Edgeworth himself so good in the first game, at least in my opinion.
And we get to see bits of an actual trial!! We get to play assistant as Sebastian stands up to his father in one of the most hype scenes ever!! I'm so proud of this fail boy who came such a long way. A crybaby who, with the help of those actually willing to back him up and show him the right way instead of propping him up with false praise, is able to stand his ground and prove his father the villain he is.
He breaks that chain of legacy tying so many of our Ace Attorney characters down. Holy shit we were robbed this game, actually, huge shout out to the translation team who allowed us all to experience this cathartic moment.
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Laugh While You Can
The woman known as Shih-na, the right hand of Agent Lang, had laughed when she was taken into custody. She’d laughed like a madwoman as tears ran down her face and her smile split into something horrifying even to herself.
The perfect spy undone by a fatal flaw. She could take any name, wear any disguise and forge any document to become anyone in the world. A renowned defense attorney, an Interpol operative’s second in command, a lover, a mother, the yatagarasu’s traitorous third leg…and nobody was any the wiser.
With an order from fair Cohdopia , she danced upon the strings she’d woven between the unsuspecting targets and fashioned them into nooses she’d render untraceable before the authorities even thought to investigate…and what little they found would be diverted by her own hand onto a convenient target.
She’d have been perfect if it wasn’t for the way she’d broken when she’d had to kill Byrne Faraday. She’d always had a tactic…a skill passed down from her handlers in the shattered Mediterranean nation she called home…to push away unwanted feelings and allow yourself to complete the mission.
Laugh. Force away the pain with a laugh. Laugh at the foolish and the haughty, at the little things in life, or at the dark humor of your grim duty. Take nothing seriously, because everything outside the mission was just a game.
Falling in love was just a game. Getting attached was just a game. Having a daughter was just a game. When the order came down from on high, she pulled the metaphorical trigger on those her cover story called friends as the latest move in the great game. It was that or her name struck out in red Babahlese ink, and the hounds of fair Cohdopia on her heels until they ripped the life from her and left her just another corpse in her bloody history.
But as she plunged the knife into his chest, the game shuddered to a stop in time with his heart. Part of her bled out on the courtroom floor alongside him, maybe the only part of her that was ever worthwhile.
So she laughed. Laughed at the silly young prosecutor and his imperious little sister. She laughed at Detective Badd’s desperation and loss. She laughed at the impotent law, and its pomp and circumstance.
When she became Shih-na, agent of Interpol out of the poverty stricken Zheng Fa, she laughed with her presumptive master…her pack leader…over the absurdity around them. But she restrained herself, as a good agent should.
But when she finally found herself cornered, that foolish prosecutor’s arguments laying the truth bare, she couldn’t hold it in anymore.
Laughter rang through the embassy, echoing through its halls as it cracked and distorted along with her. A manic cackle for a shattering pawn on the great game board rang out as her throat burned with the sound.
Like a serpent , she struck the moment opportunity knocked, stifling Kay’s shout of terror and anger turned towards her as she held the pistol to her young throat…her eyes, her face was too similar to his, carrying none of her mother with her in features or gift.
She was aware of Tyrell’s hand grabbing his gun…of the promise that the final leg of the great Yatagarasu would finally tear her from it’s body…as the shot rang out, some instinct she didn’t understand caused her to shove Kay to the side and away from its path. The crossbow bolts within her hair clattered to the ground alongside her as ‘Shih-na’ prepared to return fire.
Lang cried out in pain, and she felt his warm arms embraced around her as he shadowed her, blood pooling under one shaking leg as he wrestled her into a firm hold.
He’d protected her, shielded her from the inevitable consequence ‘because she’s still his subordinate’.
It was over. Her cover was blown, and those who thought they could trust her now understood just what sort of person she was.
She didn’t interfere when they cuffed her…she didn’t resist as Lang and her former comrades led her towards the door to meet her fate with the last laugh.
If she was to burn, she’d ensure the Ambassador burned down with it by the very hands of Byrne��s daughter.
At the very hands of her daughter.
Kay approached, the bolts in her hand.
“…Wait! Ye… I mean, Ms. Shih-na.”
“Yes?”
“When I fell to the floor earlier, these fell at my feet. “ despite the gun to her throat…despite the fact that she’d killed her father…the anger in her stare had evaporated into something too gentle for her to take now that she was without the barrier of ‘the game’ to protect the battered and terrified Cohdopian girl underneath.
She forced herself to chuckle as she shrugged. “What about them…?”
Kay Faraday’s smile was an innocence she’d never known, her warmth towards a monster who’d ruined her life almost painful to take as she raised the crossbow bolts up towards her.
“They're such pretty hair sticks that I thought… well, that I should return them to you.”
The laughter died on her lips, and she felt the strange stirring of that same feeling that’d driven her to push Kay away from Badd’s bullet.
“Ha ha… You can have them. They're of no use to me anymore. If you don't want them, you can always just throw them away.”
“No…I want to keep them.” Kay seemed to accept whatever it was she saw behind her eyes. Her fingers clasped around the crossbow bolts, and she quietly drifted back to stand by Edgeworth with the very evidence that would tear this sordid little mystery apart under her master’s feet.
Lang and his pack led her away, one last clue to her handler’s undoing falling from her grinning lips on the way out the door.
The Embassy doors slammed behind her with a heavy finality, and she turned her eyes to the smoke-clouded sky as they shoved her along.
She couldn’t find it in her to laugh anymore. She felt Lang place his hand against her back, lingering just a moment too long and too tenderly.
All she could do was cry, smiling like one of his wolves at the shining moon above.
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Character Sheet - Harper
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Name + Title: Harper Faraday, the Insouciant Scientist
Pronouns: They/Them
Referred to as: Professor
Profession: Silverer (Ontological Cartographer), Scientist (focus on chemistry, but does a bit of everything)
Closest to: Rubberies
Ambition: Bag a Legend (completed, A Vast Network ending)
Associated stats: Watchful, Persuasive, Artisan of the Red Science
Associated quirks: Steadfast, Austere, Melancholy
Sign of the Chiropteromantic Zodiac: The Lovers
Destiny: The Memory
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They say...
"Is that a weasel in their labcoat, or are they just... Oh! It is a weasel! Actually a few weasels. Wait, why are they all looking at me like--"
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Backstory:
(warning for vague mentions of both child abuse and neglect, and forced partnership/marriage, also sorry this is a wordy one but I promise it's for a reason lmao)
Isabelle Evans (she/they) was born in 1874 to a lower upper-class family in Norwich, England. She was beloved for what she represented, but not for who she was.
Bear with me, here. I promise this will make sense.
Isabelle's childhood was a lonely one, spent mostly learning how to grow up into a proper lady and trying to avoid her parents' ire. Her education did include reading and writing, to her endless delight, but the majority of it was the usual: embroidery, sewing, violin lessons, how to cook. Not skills she was upset to have, mind you, but what they represented was... less than ideal. The idea of becoming someone's wife one day was horrific to her at absolute best.
Her parents seemingly couldn't strike a balance between harshness and grace in their parenting, and it left her often feeling like she was walking across a glass pane so thin that she could fall through at any moment. She made up imaginary friends for herself to cope with it all, kids her age who liked to talk with her, who were good at the things she struggled with (so they could help when she failed), who understood that her parents weren't just the proud and friendly society folk they presented as to others. Imaginary friends who could hug her tight as she nursed skinned knees and bruises, who could hold her hand when she was scared.
She was eight when she was talking to her parents, trying to understand why they were upset with her, when she realized she didn't feel like she was the one talking. Like words were just flowing forth unbidden. If someone had asked her what her name was, right in that moment, she would have said Eleanor, but would not have been able to say why. The conversation ended with her mother hugging her, a rarity between them, and it had... resolved peacefully? She could hardly believe it.
Thereafter, Isabelle noticed things like that a bit more often. In tense moments, feeling like she was her imaginary friends, or maybe they were her. Perhaps that should have frightened her, but mostly she just felt loved, that she had people on her side for once. The odd forgotten day or misplaced needle case was such a small price to pay for their companionship. And from the outside, it only seemed like she had become more confident, more polite, more ladylike. A bit more forgetful, perhaps, but nothing out of the ordinary.
Isabelle found a small passion in botany and flower cultivation in her teens, and made a few friends as well. Her parents loosened their grip on her a bit as they saw how well she was taking to the life they made for her, and she absolutely took advantage of that. It wasn't an unusual sight to see her racing down the street with a friend's hand in hers, off on some adventure or another. Her imaginary friends quieted, less needed, but were never far when she called.
Things became more tense again as she grew into a young adult, though. Isabelle's parents were keen to marry her off while she was still young and pretty, hopefully to someone with money and power. Isabelle (who by today's standards would be considered a sex and romance averse aroace) was... not keen on that. She scared quite a few suitors off over the years by any means necessary, hatpin stabbings included.
At the age of 24 she was set up with one of her friends from her teenage years, her parents reasoning that she'd have a harder time frightening him off. And so Theodore ________ set to wooing her. She tried to shake him off like she had the others, but to no avail. He was absolutely set on making Isabelle his bride. Even went so far as to ask her parents for her hand in marriage, which they accepted immediately.
And so, with the death sentence of her own wedding hanging over her head, she drove herself half-mad looking for some escape. It was only when she heard gossip outside her window about some strange and wondrous cavern below the earth, where London had fallen to before she was even born, that the gears really began to turn. They only picked up speed when she heard of a card game that, when won, would grant a wish.
She could wish to disappear. Or be free, forever. Or whatever she wanted.
And so the Sentimental Spinster hatched a plan to find a way down there. Some petty crime that would land her in New Newgate, and then she could descend from there. But something went very, very wrong along the way. Maybe if you asked her, she could tell you what, but...
A person woke up in a cell in the very beginning of the first 1899, with no memory of how they got there, and in a body they didn't recognize. They quickly gained the name Harper from their inability to stop rambling. The surname Faraday came later, a name from a newspaper to fill the blank space at the end of theirs.
They made their escape as so many others do, and so Harper Faraday came to the Neath, full of curiosity and an insatiable desire to learn anything and everything they could.
The card game lay entirely forgotten in some shadowed corner of their mind, no longer a driving force or ambition.
There were simply so many other things to do.
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In-game storyline (not entirely in order) -
Harper took to detective work almost immediately upon arriving in the Neath, which eventually lead them down the path to the Correspondence, and the University. Their dedication to the truth got them kicked out (in what was honestly one of the worst days of their life that they were aware of) but they made it back eventually, even more determined to bring truth and knowledge to light. And set things on fire with the Correspondence, literally and figuratively.
Originally went after the Vake not as a hunter would, but as a cryptozoologist would. The idea of a batlike monster stalking the night, the likes of which no one had ever seen before? That sounded like an incredible research opportunity to them. By the time their internal compass went from "neutralize and study" to "end its reign of terror and kill it", it was... no longer quite them doing so. The Stubborn Vake-Hunter (it/he) was a self that formed out of necessity. Its sense of duty and single-mindedness was the main reason they saw it through in its entirety, untempted by the knowledge the Vake could give them.
They met Elias Leroux (@the-dye-stained-socialite) in 1899 (the first one) a little over half a year into their time in the Neath, in a bit of an incident at the University. Harper had been running full tilt back to their lab with a flask of colorful but deeply caustic chemicals, and tripped and spilled it over Elias's skirts as they had been wheeling in the opposite direction. They whisked Elias back to their lab to neutralize the spill before it could burn them, but Elias insisted that they try to set the color as a dye because they were so enamored with it. The two of them ended up spending the rest of that day doing nothing but experimenting with dyes and chemicals, and marked the start of a fast friendship. Over the years friendship turned to something more, though, and they were married at the Bazaar on May 3rd, 1899 (1901).
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Trivia -
They currently have about 440 weasels, including a salt weasel, a weasel of woe, many weasels of social discomfiture, some araby fighting weasels, and enough lucky weasels to overrun a city. Their favorite is a little cream colored lucky weasel with brown splotches on it, named Florence. It likes to curl up in tight spaces, like in their waistcoat, or in weasel-sized Florence flasks. Hence the name. Harper usually has 3-7 weasels on them at any given time.
Very allergic to grass and did not know this until their first Fruits of the Zee. It's not as if there's much grass in the Neath, it wasn't super relevant before then!
The Chorister's Bomb affected them Really Weirdly as a dissociative system. They and their alters are a bit more distinct from each other since then, although their dissociation is still such that they don't actually know that they're a system. They definitely don't have the words for it. Also I never intended them initially to be a parallel to Veils's different identities and selves, but it really did line up pretty much perfectly.
On the topic of their alters, they have an alter who's a Fingerking. No one knows if it's an introject or just a really confused actual Fingerking who tried to possess them and mostly failed. It's a mystery!
They make tea blends as a hobby, based heavily in flavor chemistry and Neathy history. Their current project is a series of blends based on the previous Fallen Cities.
Harper has a tendency to refer to everything scientifically, frequently using the words 'experiment', 'procedure', and 'formula' in place of more common words.
They're very friendly with The Manager of the Royal Beth, albeit also absolutely terrified of him. For good reason, I mean. They trust him implicitly to be a safe haven if they have to escape from Veils or anything else, but they are Fully aware that his help will come with a cost.
People tend to completely overlook them when they're next to Elias, which is absolutely fine by them given their wallflower tendencies. It's hilarious though when someone accuses them of faking knowing Elias for clout at Their Wedding... which is also their wedding... that they are marrying them at. Which is a thing that happened to them. Most Bohemians and Society folk view them as Elias's freaky little pet scientist, assuming they know of them at all.
Of the bats, they're probably closest to Wines nowadays (post Vake killing) by default. They help clean up at its revels sometimes out of guilt for what they've done. It doesn't care all that much, probably, but sure as hell isn't going to tell them to stop working for free.
They don't like alcohol. Black Wings Absinthe is the only thing they'll partake in, and that's only out of necessity.
Was once possessed by Jack-of-Smiles. This surely has not traumatized them :-) (<- lying)
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Promised I'd do Victoria Byng for @axxloe too so.
I don't have any specific thoughts about her in the way that I did General Byng and Reg Cutty because I feel she's actually pretty well explored in the game and mostly understood by the fandom. Nonetheless, here's a laundry list of Victoria miscellanea.
Though her strikebreaking activities are treated neutrally by the narrative as a necessary action, it does make her a tool. Which, if you're on the ball, you know this because her entire DLC is about realizing she's a fkn tool.
I don't think anyone questions that Verloc is a psychopath who takes delight in drowning people for fun, but again, the people telling us that he's a psychopath are Sally and General Byng. So if we are eyeing that notion suspiciously, it may then be possible that - at least from Verloc's perspective - he actually has a valid reason to hate Victoria as much as he seems to. What is it? There's nothing in the lore that specifically points to anything large enough to merit that. She does call him Tony and we know from other places he not only hates being called by his first name but insists upon his honorific being used... but you can't really tell Victoria Byng how to address you, can you?
Being called Tony would be annoying, but probably not enough to be delighted that the Joy supply saboteur turns out to be her. Moreso I think this points to something that a lot of people miss when being told about who has the power in Wellington Wells. Verloc is said to be a law unto himself on the Holm of Uskglass, but whatever power he holds only extends to that one island. He still has to answer to General Byng and Victoria. And they do put the screws to him about showing progress whether it's viable or not. Maybe to the detriment of Verloc's other interests.
While you can bet Verloc hates being called Tony and I implied in my stories that doing so was a deliberate subordination tactic on Victoria's part, I actually think Victoria only did it because she thought it made her more approachable and that it was the culture of Haworth Labs to be so familiar. She recalls Haworth as "never one for ceremony" and she calls him Harry in her quest notes, suggesting she probably called him that in person too. It would have been awkward to be so formal as to call Verloc by his title when his boss was fine being on a first name basis. Tony is obviously a step further than Anton would have been, but maybe that was supposed to be a nudge. That is, if Verloc had actually called her Vicky back, even spitefully, she wouldn't have minded. She calls herself Vicky in her own thoughts. (Interestingly, when she calls herself that it's spelled "Vicky" in the subtitles, but when she's imagining her mother calling her that, it's spelled "Vickie".)
While her father strives to be on top of the pyramid and to wield his power over his subordinates, Victoria goes to great lengths to make herself seem very Of the People. She lives in the Village rather than the Parade. She isn't exactly hiding from the rest of society the way a lot of the other notable characters in the game seem to be (Nick Lightbearer, Dr. Faraday, Dr. Verloc, Jack Worthing, General Byng to an extent). Indeed, she organizes public activities quite frequently. Victoria's motivation in all things is to appear as much a common Wellie as anyone else, fancy clothes and mansion notwithstanding. That Wellies in her DLC feel comfortable approaching her on the street to make idle conversation (even though she probably looks like hell) is something she's worked to imbue in them. Obviously this is informed greatly by her being visibly Other and her desire to negate that, but it's also part of what she's come to think of as her duty and her power in the town. The people of Wellington Wells do listen to and follow her (as they have since she was quite young) and she uses this - she believes - to their benefit. Indeed, she's more a post-war English ideal in that way than practically all the Actually English people in town. She's had her shoulder to the wheel the entire time.
One of the few personal items General Byng keeps in his safehouse is a drawing Victoria did as a child. He's quick to cut her loose when called out for having been looking out for himself, but it may not be as easy a decision as it seems to Victoria in that moment.
Indira had one too. And we see it right as Victoria realizes that she had to make a choice about how Victoria should feel about her moving forward. Parallels! And perpendiculars!
And lastly...
Christian Louboutin has only just been born the previous year (to say nothing of Wellington Wells' policy of isolation) and yet she's got the red bottom shoes. But if she had a favorite designer and the ability to shop them, it'd be Hermès all the way.
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through the hourglass 75. brb x oc
a/n: i...am not happy with this chapter hah, i had an off day and yeah...ugh,anyway!!! sorry for this one, hopefully the next will be better
pairing: plus size!oc x rooster
warnings: fluff
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Maybe if he didn’t move, maybe if he stood completely still, they’d walk away.
“Lt.Bradshaw! Sir!”
God damn it.
Rooster brings his fingers to his eyes, inhaling for patience before he rolls his shoulders and puts on a neutral face as he prepares himself to turn around and face the officers he knew without a doubt were behind him. He just turns his torso, resting his arm on the table with his eyes locking immediately with “Johnson.” He says with a brief smile, “And Faraday and McAllister.”
They were three young recruits, with Jameson being the tallest of them all, standing at Rooster’s height while Faraday was just a few inches shorter and McAllister reaching his shoulder. They were three men all from California, they were still in training and he was sure the only one who just had a callsign was Faraday…and that was his call sign, because apparently no one was that creative anymore, “Sir!” they all salute him quickly, “We didn’t know you liked tacos,sir!”
“You don’t have to call me sir all the time,guys.”
“Okay,sir.”
Rooster made a face, “I uh,” he looks back to where he saw Beatrice go, “I’m here with my wife and baby daughter as you,” he gestures with his hand to the stroller right by his side, Nicole’s eyes already on the three men, “Can see.”
Cue to McAllister slapping the two men on the shoulders, “I told you guys he was busy. We’re sorry,sir, we just saw you here and the guys wanted to say hi.” he sounded extremely nervous when speaking to Rooster, “And I told them not to, it wasn’t the right thing to do and we’d see you some other day at the base.”
Rooster nodded with the same neutral look on his face, ‘Yeah,well, it’s fine. Just don’t make this an habit.”
“We come here a lot,” Faraday,who apparently couldn’t identify a cue to leave, said while pointing to the taco truck, “We’ve been here since we were kids.” to Rooster they were still kids and he refused to remember their birth year or else he’d just get very upset about it, “And it’s cool that you like it too! I mean, I don’t know why we thought you’d like fancy stuff, maybe it’s because-” cue to Faraday rambling nonstop, his friends standing close by and McAllister being the only one who tries his best to cut him off so they could go.
Rooster hears Beatrice’s footsteps returning, followed by Nicole’s happy gurgle when she sees her mother, “Roos, did I take long-oh.” she stops a few steps away from the table, “Oh, um…hello?”
The three men saluted her too, out of habit, before Johnson blinked, “Wait, no,” they drop their arms, “I don’t think she’s Navy, guys. Uh,sorry ma’am.”
“That’s…okay?” Rooster turns back at Beatrice to give her a tired look, “Um…who are you guys?”
“Clive Johnson,” her husband replies, pointing to each young recruit, “Ryan Faraday and Oliver McAllister.” she found it endearing that they waved at her this time, offering small smiles and quick nods towards her instead of the uncalled salute from before. “They are the new recruits I told you about.”
“Ohh, hi guys! Nice to meet you,I’m Beatrice-”
“Yes,Lt.Bradshaw talks about you a lot.” Faraday smiles, then immediately clears his throat, “N-Not to us,I mean ma’am…he talks to others and we hear it and uh-”
But Beatrice just sent Rooster a look, her husband rubbing his jaw and avoiding her eyes because if she saw his face she’d be sure he was blushing. She knew he talked about her but to the point that the new recruits had an idea who she was? Now that was absolutely sweet.
Beatrice chews the inside of her lower lip, gazing upon the young recruits one more time, “Well, I’m glad to finally meet you guys too. Going out for dinner?” Beatrice knew they meant no harm, they showed up out of nowhere because they saw Rooster and wanted to say hi to him…which was fine! It was completely fine, but this was also their first night out as a family.
So she was thinking of ways to gently tell them to leave.
However Bradley wasn’t patient enough, turning around fully while seated as Beatrice settles back down on her seat, checking Nicole who was still staring at the three men, “Guys,” he pushes himself to his feet, approaching the young recruits with his hands in his pockets, “It was nice to see you three, but as you noticed-” he nods to Beatrice, “I’m out with my family…so.”
“Yeah! Time to leave!” McAllister adds, pushing the taller men away, “Sorry sir, we didn’t mean to intrude,sir.”
He fought back the wince from hearing that, “It’s quite alright, have a good night guys.” the three men nodded almost dumbly at him, then snapped back to attention, walking around their table - ‘good night ma’am, good night little miss’ - to get to the truck. They were still in Rooster’s line of vision but he was glad they walked away, running his hands over his eyes to get himself together.
Beatrice looks back to where the three men were, then towards Rooster again, “They seemed sweet.”
“Hm.”
“And they seemed to respect you a lot.”
Rooster sighed, holding his head up to look at Beatrice, offering her a little smile, “They are good kids but I really don’t want to think about work right now, not when I’m on my leave.”
“Understandable.” she said, “Do you really hate being called sir?”
“Sometimes.”
“Do you hate when I say it?”
He was surprised by the tone in her voice, like she was genuinely worried about his response, those green eyes with a layer of nerves over them as she waits for his response. It was a quiet question and the constant talking and music made it easier for them to talk without worrying about people eavesdropping on them, “I don’t hate when you say it.” he says just as quietly, ‘Because…well…it’s you.”
His wife blushed a soft red, then smiled at him as she ran the tip of her nail on the can’s rim, shrugging a bit, “I guess that’s good enough of an answer.” she says, “But you know the boys say that because they respect you a lot.”
“I know.”
“And you are their superior.”
“I know.” he sighs, “It’s hard to explain.”
Beatrice grins, “It’s alright, you know I won’t judge.”
Of course she wasn’t, he thought with a smile himself. He taps his finger against the wooden table, licking his lips for a second, “...I know.” he says softly, “I know you won’t.” and there was a heaviness in his words that Beatrice couldn’t identify why it lingered there.
But he didn’t elaborate and chose to continue their meal - ignoring the three young recruits still there, ordering their food and trying their best to not appear nosy - while chatting. It was going to be a nice night as long as they kept to themselves.
“Were you like that?” Rooster hears her ask, but his answer takes a while to form and when it comes out it’s a ‘hm?’ “Like the boys, amazed, starstruck over your superiors?”
Bradley noticed that he never talked too much about his time with the Golden Warriors, in fact he barely spoke about that time…not because he didn’t like talking about it, but mainly…because he wasn’t really the best mentally back then. He did a great job, but there were things he wasn’t proud of, “Nah.” he chuckles, ‘Well,maybe a little you know? Nothing too intense…I wanted to do a good job, get back, repeat, those things.”
He wipes his hand with the napkin, inhaling as he remembers his younger years, “You know, being the son of a former pilot is heavy on your shoulders. When they found out about what happened to my dad…well.”
He didn’t want pity, he never did, he wanted to show he was good just like his father was. There were times people wanted to make fun of him because of it, because of his mother’s passing - because of course they would, why wouldn’t they? The new recruit had a sad past? Well time to annoy him because of it. “And you achieved, Lieutenant.” she smiles, even more when his eyes slowly lift to meet hers, “I mean, look at you now.”
“Yeah…you know I don’t really talk to anyone from that time in VA.”
“Why not?”
Because most of them were pieces of shit and were annoyed because of his talents, and they liked to say he only got where he got because of his father. “I don’t think we ever got to be that close, not like the guys are…so when I asked to be transferred it was a no brainer, never looked back.” Beatrice knew there was something he wasn’t saying, “I wasn’t like the guys are, I respected my superiors sure but…not to that extent. I got to where I am right now just being myself and being damn good at it.”
He had the right to be cocky sometimes, it wasn’t often, but he had the utmost pleasure of doing so, “And you don’t miss them at all?”
“Nope.” and considering how they were, they’d probably disrespect Beatrice too and that was something he couldn’t stand. “Not at all.”
Beatrice blinked, then smiled softly at him, “If you say so…can I ask you something?”
“Sure,baby,shoot.”
“If you weren’t in the Navy, was there anything you’d like to do?”
Rooster stopped the plastic cup from touching his lips when she asked, clearly not expecting but at the same time…not shocked about it. He opened his mouth, then closed, then opened again as he sets the cup down, furrowing his brows, “...I…” he thinks, and he thinks hard about it, waiting to find anything to tell her but “...I don’t think so.” he mutters, “I love what I do,I think I always did, even as a little boy,even when my mother and I argued about it time and time again.” he explains, spinning his wedding ring on his finger with the pad of his thumb, “And while it is stressful and tiring and sometimes the reports make me crazy…I don’t think I’d have any other profession.”
His wife just leaned on her hand as she heard him speak, her eyes focused on him and the way he was so sincerely voicing how he felt and her smile returned, “That’s really nice,Roos.”
“Hah, thanks gorgeous…why did you ask?”
Beatrice inhales, her smile dropping as she looks at Nicole, holding her daughter’s hand for a second, “...I think I was just curious…we were talking today - me,Jessie,Shells and Penny - about second choices, sudden opportunities.” she mutters, “And I guess it brought some memories I forgot.”
“Such as?”
“I almost told Shells no when she told me about the bar.” now that surprised him, even making Rooster recoil in surprise, “I know right? Crazy. But I told you how I was mentally when that happened…and like, I worked with my uncle but the pay wasn’t great and I wanted to move out…so I thought why the hell not. It was never in my plans but…I can’t see myself doing anything but working at the bar.”
“I mean,I’m happy to hear that because how else would we ever meet?” he smirks, “How else would I ask you out? Or propose to you? Or have our baby together?”
“I know.” she smiles, “And you are right.”
“Was that all that brought it up?”
She sighs, “I guess? I don’t know, I guess a lot came into perspective lately. With Nikki, with us growing as a couple, as a married couple too, you know? Like…I think we are doing fine, all things considered, we are managing everything.”
He wondered if this was because of what she mentioned about Jessie, about the things she’d miss if she wasn’t working at the bar. “We sure are,gorgeous.” he had to admit it was…going a lot better than he ever imagined it, after all he and Beatrice were first timers in everything.
And maybe that’s why Beatrice brought it up.
The what ifs still hovered them both, especially now that Nicole was four months old, with time going by fast he knew both of them had to keep it up with her. They didn’t want to miss anything when it came to her, “Do you think she’d be interested in any of our fields?” Beatrice’s question catches him off guard, “Nikki?”
It was still early to think about that but he supposed he could indulge in the future, “Maybe,why?”
“I don’t know, curiosity I guess.” she smiles down at Nicole who just gurgles up at her, even more when her mother tickles her tummy, “Oh, I almost forgot, Marcus wants me to see him next week.”
“Yeah?”
“And he wants you to come with.”
Bradley blinked, arching his brow with a confused smile, “He does? May I ask why?”
“He said he uh, needs your second opinion.”
Rooster licks the inside of his lip, then chuckles, throwing his hand up in the air in an ‘alright’ motion, “I don’t see why not.” he smirks, “Maybe I can also see some of your work there, huh?”
“Oh everything is saved up until the collection is ready to launch.” Bea smiles, “Marcus said that it’s going to be amazing.”
“I believe him.” he smirks, “Is there anything else?”
Beatrice taps her finger against her chin, the other hand still busy with Nicole, “Oh, he wants us to bring Nicole,”she smiles,looking down at their daughter, “Because he hasn’t met her yet.” true, he was out of the country when Nicole was born. Rooster hummed, leaning on his palm as he thought about it, arching his brow at her.
“Alright,when do we go?”
“Two days before Halloween,OH! We need to go shopping for treats! And get Nicoles’ costume…and our costumes! For Penny’s party!” while Beatrice excitedly rambled, Rooster moved his eyes from her to Nicole who was just smiling up at him, waving her little hands in the air.
Younger Rooster would never dream of having something like this, and yet here he is, with the two most special people in his life. With a loving wife and a beautiful daughter and- something wet touched his head. And another landed on the table, there was the gentle sound of rain hitting the ground around them that made the two stand to their feet and protect Nicole from the cold raindrops.
Their daughter, amazingly,didn’t care, she just laughed all the way.
At least someone was having fun with their demise.
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Book reviewwwww
Scythe by Neal Shusterman.
probably spelled that wrong, but I can’t be bothered to verify. Anyway, 6.5/10
Let’s start with the list of things I liked, because that one’s shorter.
you guys better give this notes cause it takes an embarrassingly long time for my dyslexic ass to write a 1k word review with everything almost everything spelt right.
SPOILERS BELOW
Goddard died, thank goodness he was starting to get on my nerves
Faradays alive, fucking called it
the thunderhead is very intriguing I want to know more about it. Every dystopian setting has to have ‘its thing’ to set it apart, which ironically makes them similar. The thunderhead should be a plot hole ridden cliche but it stands out, because it’s very carefully written. We don’t know much about it but whatever we do know just piques one’s curiosty even further. 10/10 writing in that respect
Faraday and Curie’s romance ??? Come onnn
The goddamned High Blade himself has an illegitimate daughter. I have a love hate relationship with the dystopian genre because the mcs are usually the only ‘woke’ ones who start the revolution but here the entire frickin sycthedom is corrupted and they all know it. But nobody wants to do anything because then all hell will break loose which is exactly what we saw at the end of the book
what I didn’t like ( don’t come at me ) :
Okay, why were both citra and rowan bland as hell ? They both have exactly one personality trait. Rowan never shuts up about being the lettuce like that makes him special - have you ever heard of this concept called being the middle child buddy ? - and citra’s whole thing is that she’ll always say whatever she’s thinking. You and me both but at least that’s not my whole personality girl.
I WANT MORE BACKSTORY ABOUT THE AGE OF MORTALITY AND THE THUNDERHEADS WAY OF GOVERNING AND NANITES AND REVIVAL CENTERS AND ECONOMIC INEQUALITY AND CELEBRITIES AND LAW ENFORCEMENT AND I DIDNT GET IT. It wasn’t even to build suspense or anything it was just sloppy world building. And before you tell me an author can’t write a 700page novel, first off yes they can and second the first half of the book dragged on so much that I nearly gave up on reading it. Some of that could’ve been sacrificed for actual world building and plot.
Rowan and Citra kissed once, one time and basically the next time they have a conversation they’re proclaiming their love for each other ? And Citra had absolutely no proof that rowan hadn’t been corrupted, the guy snapped her neck, seemingly participated in goddards massacres ‘willingly’ and then she’d just heard that he shot a family member in the head during his test before the instructions were fully given. Why the hell would she just let him go ?
the way people react to scythes changed drastically from start to finish. People just went from terrified grovelling to just showing up to their parties ? What happened to ‘you never know if a scythe is just gathering people to glean them ? Especially Goddard who’s known for mass gleaning.
if the thunderhead had indeed done away with everything that was harming humanity then why didn’t it get rid of the concept of celebrities ? Consumerism still seems to exist. It’s got more cons than pros. Why isn’t there AI law enforcement that can’t succumb to bias ?
The klunky world building deserves another mention because it really pissed me off
If Goddard ( bad guy ) was smart enough to have cronies that hung on to his every word, then why couldn’t Faraday, Curie etc ( supposed good guys ) also rally together and secure allies so that they’d be ready when the inevitable uprising arrived ?
okay I know some of this is because of ‘undisclosed plot purposes ^TM’ but it could’ve been done better. That is all. Goodbye
#scythe book#book review#citra terranova#rowan damisch#scythe curie#scythe faraday#scythe goddard#scythe anastasia#scythe lucifer
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Mission Brief: Headcanon 01, Q Is A Technophobe
It's a natural assumption, really.
Q's office has two computers with a total of five screens between them, and a laptop, and a tablet, and nobody's actually sure how many work phones he has (only three are confirmed, but sometimes when all three and his personal are in his locker someone will hear a ringing sound). He's the head of Q Branch, for fuck's sake, the man must adore technology.
Q hates it.
There's a video camera by his door, but it's live feed, not recorded, and he mostly has it because M expressed concern over his 'rather low tech, isn't it' security system. He has a computer at home, but it's a monstrosity he built himself when he was in Year 9 and deliberately never connected to the internet--it doesn't even have an ethernet card. Nobody understands how his fridge still runs when it might actually be older than he is. His television still needs a digital converter box. There's parking available on his street, he could easily afford the expense of a car--has his driver's license, even--but he bikes where he can't walk and takes the Tube where he can't bike, and when the distance is too far for any of those things he pretends he's not grateful for James Bond winning a car from the 1960s as he signs out its decidedly-uncomputerized bulk. When he's at home he has a single-use burner phone by his bed for work--it is to be called only by M or Q Branch employees, only to summon him in, and he replaces it every three months--and all his other work devices go in a Faraday cage he built into the bottom of his record player.
He's a hacker, he explains to Bond one night, when they've unbent enough over a glass of scotch to actually have a halfway normal conversation, and any hacker--indeed, any IT tech--worth their salt knows device opsec is only as good as whoever designed the program, and the Big Three leave more holes in their programming than a good piece of Swiss, and Q isn't an idiot who wants his whole life laid bare to any bored teenager with fifteen minutes and access to instructions on 4chan.
At the MI6 winter holiday party, someone gives Q a gift he opens, and raises his eyebrows at, and stashes in his office.
Two months later, he gives Bond kit for a mission to Seychelles. Bond raises his own eyebrows at the item Q's labeled as a smoke grenade. Bond isn't particularly technologically inclined himself, but the Echo Dot is ubiquitous enough he knows one when he sees one.
Q wraps his fingers firmly around it.
"Bond," he says. "Don't bring it back."
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100 words or less where one character is missing a shoe
anon...listen. i know you said 100 words or less, but I am physically incapable of keeping anything short, and since the prompts are for me to pad out my nano word count how about we call this 1000 words or less ;D
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Phoenix entered the Prosecutor’s Office and made his way to the elevator, and punched in the number correlating to the Chief Prosecutor’s office. He adjusted the grip on his to-go coffee cups, one of them a simple latte for himself and the other—a caramel macchiato with soy milk and an extra shot of espresso. The dreary weather outside provided the perfect excuse to surprise his husband with a mid-week work visit.
Perhaps he could get some information on the prosecution’s argument for tomorrow’s case to help Athena out with her investigation.
As the elevators opened, he stepped out before spotting Kay Faraday bolting down the hallway.
“Hi, Kay,” Phoenix greeted. He didn’t remember Miles saying she’d be in town this week.
“Hi, Mr. Nick!” Kay called as she grinned and launched herself into the closing elevator. “Bye, Mr. Nick!”
“Bye, Kay,” Phoenix bid her goodbye as the elevator closed behind him. He laughed to himself, heading down the hallway, making a mental note to ask Miles what would be a good night to have dinner with her and the rest of their family.
Precariously balancing one of the cups between his chest and arm, he gently knocked before opening the door to the office.
He assumed Miles would be sitting behind his desk, so his brain couldn’t comprehend the scene of his husband on his hands and knees looking behind his desk.
“Miles?” Phoenix chuckled as he stepped forward, setting Miles’s coffee down on his desk, carefully avoiding the documents scattered about. He startled, quickly raising his head and hitting it on the underside of his desk. “Whatcha doin’ down there?” Phoenix said in a sing-song voice before taking a sip of his own latte.
“Phoenix,” Miles huffed, pulling himself to his feet. “You startled me. What are you doing here?”
“Can’t a man bring his husband some coffee without a specific reason?” Phoenix asked, raising an eyebrow, sipping at his own cup again. Miles gave an exhausted sigh before reaching out and grabbing the cup that Phoenix had set down on his desk. After his first sip, the tension in his shoulders seemed to ease a bit.
“Thank you,” Miles muttered, setting the cup down again.
“May I ask what you were doing down there?” Phoenix asked.
“I would dissuade you from asking, but you’re going to figure it out eventually,” Miles groaned. Instead of explaining any further, he came around the desk, standing before Phoenix, wearing only one of his shoes. The other foot was bare, save for a Steel Samurai sock that was mismatched to his other plain grey sock.
“I didn’t know the Prosecutor’s office had gone so casual that you have barefoot Wednesdays,” Phoenix remarked with a chuckle.
“I’m not barefoot—! Anyway, I seem to have…erm…misplaced one of my shoes,” Miles said, looking away as his face flushed.
“You misplaced—?! How do you misplace one shoe, especially when you typically keep them on your feet all day.”
“It’s foolish, but…I had to step outside for a moment to speak with one of Gumshoe’s detectives. There was a relatively large piece of evidence brought over via a patrol car…anyway, I accidentally stepped in a deep puddle as I stepped off the curb, which drenched both my shoe and sock. When I got back inside, I took the shoe off, and set it aside to dry while I went to replace my socks with the spare pair I keep here. I just turned around to deal with my soaked shoe and…and it was gone. I was worried I had kicked it under my desk unintentionally or something…”
“Weird,” Phoenix frowned. “It’s not like you to misplace something like that.”
Something suddenly clicked in his mind, remembering who he had run into on his way in. It wouldn’t be so outlandish that this was her doing.
Kay Faraday had mostly given up the ‘Great Thief’ persona in favor of a more practical private investigator, but she still had a mischievous streak in her, a mile wide.
Once a Great Thief, always a Great Thief! Phoenix seemed to recall her saying at one point. Suddenly, he knew exactly where his missing shoe was.
“Do you need me to run home and get you another pair of shoes to come home in?” Phoenix offered.
“I don’t mean to inconvenience you. If I need to, I’ll send Gumshoe to fetch something for me,” Miles said, waving off his offer.
“Oh, so you’ll inconvenience the poor Senior Detective during work hours, but you won’t let your husband take care of you?” Phoenix pouted.
“Are you not also here during working hours?” Miles sighed.
“Ah, Apollo’s keeping an eye on things at the office,” Phoenix explained with a shrug. “Anyway, I’ll give Gumshoe a heads up that he might be on errand duty later this afternoon. Or perhaps he can help you find your shoe. He’s not a senior detective for nothing, you know.”
Miles looked utterly exasperated at the idea of having to ask Detective Gumshoe for assistance in finding his missing shoe.
Phoenix smirked, hoping that Gumshoe had already run into Kay, who was probably eager to boast about her successful footwear heist to ‘Gummy.’
“Good luck with your shoe conundrum, love,” Phoenix said, leaning in to kiss his husband’s cheek. Miles tilted his head into the peck and sighed.
“Thank you,” Miles said in a defeated tone. “And thank you for the coffee, dear. It definitely made this trainwreck of a day a little bit better.”
#THANK YOU FOR THE PROMPT!!!!!! IT HELPED UNSTICK MY BRAIN SO MUCH#pls everyone feel free to continue to send them in this is def helping#i still have the other prompt in my ask box that I've started on but this one seized me violently#maybe i'll polish this up and put it on ao3#i need to get into better habits of posting littler things there instead of just long ass incomplete WIPs#kat writes#wrightworth#narumitsu
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Wellie
Name: Edie (Mimi) Pride
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Residence: St. George's Holm
Job: Former saleswoman and shop owner
Hair colour: brown
Eye colour: brown
Family: She's an only child from a German family. Both of her parents are dead though.
Partner: Married to Constable George-Daniel Pride
Likes: Sweets, strawberries (even though they're not really available in Wellington Wells anymore), flowers (especially pansies) and animals.
Her favourite song is "When You're Gone" by The Make Believes and her favorite Uncle Jack shows are Humour Hour and Nighty Night.
Her favourite outfits are dresses, her nurse costume and her rubber cat suit.
Dislikes: Doctors, being ignored or talked over, being called stupid, being stared at and being left alone.
Backstory:
Edie lost her parents during the war, which led to her being taken in by George's family.
As they grew up together they got to know each other better until they eventually moved out together and inside their own house in Wellington Wells, where they lived as a couple until now.
George joined the Constabulary quite early, which was the reason why he was barely at home. Meanwhile Edie worked as a saleswoman in her own shop where she sold sweets, dolls and stuffed animals, among some other things.
She was always well-known for her little shop, but when the sweets ran out and the town started to run low on supplies, she had no other choice but to close it
She is very reserved, but when she makes friends with someone she opens up pretty quick. Though she's able to get along with pretty much anyone, sometime's she can get a little too close with some. Due to her being in an open relationship with her partner it's not a big deal though, as they both enjoy trying themselves out from time to time and then telling each other about their experiences later on (as far as they can still remember.)
Although most people refer to him as Constable Pride, Edie usually either calls him Puppy or by his second name, Daniel.
While she often uses calls him Puppy when greeting him on the open streets, she only really uses the Constable title for him in the bedroom. In return, George calls her Kitten. Though, when in public, he normally sticks to her real name unless noone else is around.
In their free time, Edie and George like to go picnicking and visiting old friends.
Edie is a very clumsy person as she often forgets to put on her happy-face before leaving the house and/or forgets to take her joy every once in a while. Her memory is already so bad from all the joy she's taken over the years that, even when she forgets to take it one time, she still can't remember anything about the war or what happened to the kids. This causes her to always seem positive on the outside nonetheless, and not cause any distress among the other villagers.
Since her partner knows about her forgetfulness, he always tries to remind her by putting sticky notes all over the house.
Though it barely helps as she usually spends most of her days outside the house, helping Sally Boyle by collecting stuff for her lab when she's running low on supplies or ingredients for her drugs.
Even though Sally is busy most of the time, she is one of Edie's closest friends and she's always thankful to have someone who helps her out when she's in a stressful situation.
In addition to Sally, Edie also regularly runs errands for Roger and James whenever they need something while they're busy helping Dr. Faraday. On less stressful days, when they're free from working, she's often invited by them for a cup of chicory or tea and some cake.
Shortly after her store closed, she received an invitation to the Reform Club as a kind of redemption. Since then, her and George often spend time there, either alone or together, to spice things up ane have fun.
They regularly tease or punish each other there, sometimes alone and sometimes together with some of the other members.
Her opinion on downers is rather neutral.
Even though she doesn't quite understand why anyone would voluntarily stop taking their joy, she is always ready to help them when they're in need of help.
Relationship to...
Arthur:
- Only knows him through the newspaper.
Sally:
- A good friend who's very dear to her
- They sometimes meet to chat and report about their life
- Doesn't know about Gwen though
- When Sally's busy, Edie helps her out by running errands for her
Ollie:
- Thinks he's a very interesting person
- Would like to know more about him & his backstory
- Doesn't know him personally though
Nick:
- A big fan
- Not as obsessive as some other fans though
- Owns every record (even the bad ones)
- Goes to every concert
James & Roger:
- Often visits for cake and a hot cup of chicory or fruit tea to chat
- Also very dear friends to her
- Knows about their relationship & supports them to the fullest
- Also runs errands for them when they need something
- Doesn't like how Dr. Faraday treats them as she thinks they deserve better
Reg Cutty:
- Always liked going to his shop until it had to close down
- Actually thought he was a very nice guy
- Only talked to him in German unless other costumers entered the shop
- Doesn't know why he had to close though
Edmund MacMillan:
- Used to get her meat delivered by him until the Plough Boys broke his legs
- Always felt very fond of him
- Visits him at the Pub every once in a while to drink and chat
Bobbies:
- Good relationship to the Bobbies due to her partner being one of them
- They often wave her through because of how charming she acts
- They also turn a blind eye on her when she's caught breaking the rules as her partner already informed them about her forgetfulness and clumsiness
Joy Doctors:
- Often gets sniffed out and chased by them since she often forgets to take her joy
- Hates them because of this
Uncle Jack:
- Loves Uncle Jack (because who doesn't??)
- Never misses a single episode
- Owns all of his books
- Not a member of the Jack-o-Beans though
- Her biggest dream is to meet him in person
Foggy Jack:
- Could swear she's seen him once inside the fog at night
- Would like to know more about him and why he does the things he does
- Still scared of him though, even though people say he's not real
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i went to the butchart gardens with my mom today. the is first time in my adult life i have actually gotten her alone for more than a few minutes. it drizzled all day, cold-in-the-bones kind of damp, but the gardens are exactly how i remember--opulent and edwardian and uncomfortably british. it exudes the atmosphere of a royal auntie, one who thinks exacting control of her garden validates all her good intentions, colonial though they may be.
the place radiates aesthetic philanthropy and invisible labour. on display is a letter written to the owners humbly thanks them for allowing the orphans to visit and drink tea among them. a statue allows visitors to emulate saint francis of assissi's halo of birds in flight. ('with enough goodness, you, too, can speak to nature'.) the garden staff work on the large wire frames of animals across the garden, pulling out the dead brown moss and replacing it with dead green moss. (is there a more on-the-nose metaphor for colonialism?)
over a million visitors come each year. it is genuinely fun and pretty. my mom and i ride the carousel, the fastest in bc. i take her to afternoon tea, where she refuses to eat any 'grain combined with potato product' (this means any bread with baking powder.) instead she digs out the innards of the sandwiches and takes the smallest bites of the fragrant layered lemon cake while i eat everything she cant. (is there a more on-the-nose metaphor for the child-parent relationship?)
over tea we discuss my father's family. my grandmother's electroshock therapy (already known family fact) and my grandfather's physical abuse of her (fun new family fact). how my uncle left his cats to cover the family house in their shit. how my father now makes her keep her phone in a faraday cage, her credit card in an altoid tin.
my father calls me, later. she is not picking up her phone, he says. i miss you, he says. i hope you are both okay, he says.
now, behind me, she blasts her jehovahs witness meeting. tells everyone on the zoom call that the gardens are just like the garden of eden. even with earplugs and earphones on maximum i cant drown it out (is there a more on-the-nose metaphor for leaving an abusive religion?)
she spent the day misgendering me and my partner, calling me by the wrong name. we are now the physically closest we have been in years. i feel grateful this is our only night in the same room. i sit next to the space heater and try to keep out the chill.
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13x1 - detailed
In this episode we have some micro-scenes and one true garvez scene. Penelope called Matt, to help her find the team. They saw the crash. Rossi told her to help the others and she ran to JJ and Luke. Here we are.
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Luke is helping JJ, who can't able to see. Garcia offers her help. They don't answer her. Then Penelope notices something else. And this is the moment we understand that she is still Luke's priority.
Luke stops taking care of JJ and looks at the same direction of Penelope. She says, with a crying voice "Stephen?". Then, she starts walk away, in shock, and he looks directly at her.
She reaches the car with Stephen body. Luke takes less than 10 seconds to decide leaving JJ and running to Penelope. We can guess that JJ is wondersing if he is really doing what he is doing.
Penelope is crying when Luke reaches her, taking her in a confort way by her arms. He tries to calm her moving his fingers on her body like light caresses. You can see the way he is taking her, so close. I think that he did it both because he knows she needed some concrete physical contact, and also because he needed it. Luke is not only a former manhunter, he is also a sensitive person.
Luke then says “He’s gone." and repeats, almost whispering "He's gone.”. Penelope voice is so broken when she replays “I can’t leave him alone like this”. And this breaks Luke, as you can see in the last frame. He closes his eyes, in his typical "I can't accept this situation" expression (he makes the same face when he discovers about her stalker, 15x4).
He is ready to stay in this way forever. He is getting closer, when we hear Matt voice, calling his name "Luke!" in a urgent way. The poor man is in conflict. He looks in the direction of the voice, maybe to try to understand if he really needs him. Then looks back at Penelope, still crying. He knows that he has to go. He was a military and, in my opinion, he is a dutiful person.
He eventually leaves her, cyring and screaming inside. He takes off his hands from her body at the very last second. And he runs to Matt, who is helping Tara.
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Scene 2
Luke is worried for Spencer, when the second notices that there is someone inside Rossi' office. They go to check.
They discover that it's Penelope and Matt. The first gestures to stay silent, then mimes a phone and stretches out her hand.
Here you can see that Luke is (understandably) confused.
Spencer gives her a piece, Luke gives her the another, that she places in the cigar box. Then she starts explain: "Okay. Now that we are secure…”
While she says that the cigar box is also a Faraday cage that Rossi gave her last year, Luke listens carefully. His expression passes from "what the fuck" to "amazing as always". You can barely see a smirk that want to show up on his lips.
Luke understands that this also explains Rossi behavior at the hospital, and looking for the tickets, as the old man told him to do.
At the end of the scene Luke is so angry. He calls Scratch "bastard". He is angry for the team, for Walker (dead), for Emily (missing), JJ, Rossi and Tara (injuried), for himself... and for Penelope, because the whole situation made her cry and sad. And he can't stand, he hate that. Do you remember 12x17, when he went to talk Shaw? Here we are again.
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Scene 3
It's not a scene, but a particular that has to be at least mentioned.
After Stephen funeral, Emily tells the team that they have 6 weeks of break, and that what helped her to survive, was the fact she knew they were outside, looking for her, repeating a mantra "Wheels up". They all say it, even Penelope and Luke, one after the other.
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We can guess that something changed between them, with Walker death. I think, and I already said it a lot of times, that Penelope finally considers him like family. She still "gives him crap", teases him, etc, but in a slight different way. You can see it in ep 13x3, when they talk with Spencer. But also in 13x7, with Phil. There is something more, between them, the cheerfulness, the tranquillity that there is only between people you can call friends. Their friendship is a particular one, but is there.
Analysis of garvez scenes
#garvez#criminal minds#cm#penelope garcia#luke alvez#jennifer jareau#spencer reid#matt simmons#emily prentiss#stephen walker#tara lewis#david rossi#penelope x luke#luke x penelope#garcia x alvez#alvez x garcia#penelope garcia x luke alvez#luke alvez x penelope garcia#13x1
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